Mr. Bamboo Horse

Diapers, he also felt that he was hard, and the urge to want filled his mind.He looked in the direction of the door, made sure that the door was closed, and then took off the sweatpants to his thighs, tore off the side of the diaper, threw the whole thing under the bed, and finally took the cardboard box from the bedside table.

After doing all this, he changed into a comfortable position to hold the restless heat source.

He was so drunk that he completely forgot that Xu Jingchi was going to sleep with him starting tonight.Fingers rubbing against the hard and hot desire, following the instinct to tease myself, soon a comfortable voice came out of the throat.Intermittently, like the wet air after rain, sticking to his breath.

The hands in the dream reappeared when he closed his eyes.Compared with the darkness where he couldn't see anything clearly just now, at this moment he could feel that these were a pair of male hands. The owner of the hands seemed to be familiar with his body. His fingers stroked down his cheeks and poked his collarbone. Stopping on the bump on the left, he pressed and rubbed it with his fingertips.

He had never been stimulated like this before, and he immediately raised his head, and his chest unconsciously puffed up.The hand circled around his areola, then squeezed his nipple, causing him to shudder before switching to the other side.

He didn't even realize that he was stroking his body with those non-existent hands, until the two nipples were numb and itchy from being played with, then the hands moved down and gently pressed on his lower abdomen.

Tonight he went to the bathroom more often than usual because of the drink.Although he wasn't in a hurry to wake up at this moment, he still clamped his legs habitually after pressing this way, and opened his wet eyes to look at the bathroom in the corner.

It was only a distance of twenty or so steps, but his waist was weak and he had no strength at all.The fingertips lingered on the top of the desire again, and the overly strong sexual impulse had already made that place wet.He really didn't want to stop, so he took out a dozen sheets of paper and crumpled them up, thinking that he would try this once, maybe it wouldn't leak out.

He spread his legs and began to fiddle continuously.According to the habit of the body, he will come out soon.But for some reason, he was so hot that he seemed to be roasted on a fire, and his desire still couldn't go up or down.This feeling was like floating on the sea for a long time without being able to reach the shore. He was anxious, the movements of his hands became faster and faster, his legs were bent even harder, his whole body was tense and trembling uncontrollably.

The more anxious he was, the more he couldn't find that feeling in his body, until his right hand was so sore and numb that he couldn't continue, he was forced to stop and beat the bed uncomfortably.

He never opened his eyes, so he didn't notice that Xu Jingchi was sitting on the ground beside the bed on the other side, looking at him silently.

Zheng Zhuoyuan's chest rose and fell sharply, and the breath he exhaled was heavy.He was tired and hot, but after a moment of relief, he reached down again, wanting to try again.

Xu Jingchi's lips were pursed into a straight line.The night outside the floor-to-ceiling windows could only bring a twilight vision, so he couldn't see Zheng Zhuoyuan's expression clearly, he could only see the dark silhouette.The person on the bed raised his slender neck and moaned hoarsely.I saw the outstretched left hand tightening the quilt, and the right hand holding the desire, eager to an unstructured rhythm.

The atmosphere in the room was extremely ambiguous, and the inescapable groans made Xu Jingchi slowly remember something.

That happened when they were 13 years old, and it was the most secret between them that should not be known by outsiders.

Although it seems ridiculously childish now, it gave Xu Jingchi an impulse that he couldn't explain.

He stood up when Zheng Zhuoyuan stopped again and was about to give up.

The moment he felt the bed suddenly sink, Zheng Zhuoyuan suddenly opened his eyes, and then saw a black shadow.

Behind Xu Jingchi is the floor-to-ceiling window, and the street lamp not far away flows through the white window screen, but only the outline of his figure can be traced.

Zheng Zhuoyuan couldn't see who this face was, and his brain paralyzed by alcohol suddenly fell into panic. He was about to roll to the ground subconsciously, but was caught when he turned over.

"Don't be afraid, it's me." Xu Jingchi reminded him.The voice is hoarse than ever before, like a heavy drum hitting the fragile eardrum.

Zheng Zhuoyuan didn't relax because it was him, but became more and more panicked, and finally realized how embarrassing he was now, and immediately wanted to pull up his pants.

Xu Jingchi held down those fidgeting hands: "I've been watching for a while, and there's nothing to block. It's hard now, isn't it?"

Zheng Zhuoyuan's face seemed to have been covered with a hand warmer for a long time, it was so hot that his blood vessels were about to burst.He struggled hard, but when he found that he couldn't get away, he finally said angrily, "Let go!"

"Zhuo Yuan." Xu Jingchi didn't answer his words. After calling his name, he leaned into his ears and asked him in a voice that only each other could hear: "Do you still remember the first time you did it in front of me that spring? Is it time?"

The strength of resistance stopped, and those big eyes stared at the ceiling and did not move.The memory hidden in the corner seemed to be hooked by a fishing line thrown by Xu Jingchi, and it filled his mind in an instant.

That spring, he and Xu Jingchi were only 13 years old.

At that time, he was in a key middle school, and he was under a lot of academic pressure, so he basically had no extra time and energy to play.I don't know if he was too tired, but after the next semester, he found that it was always difficult to concentrate on listening to the class during the day, and he felt unspeakably uncomfortable at night.Until one morning when I woke up, I found a piece of white stuff on my underwear.

He thought he was sick, so he thought about waiting for his parents to come back at night to ask.But he kept thinking about it when he was in class, even when Xu Jingchi came to him for lunch at noon, he was in a trance.

At that time, the school had very strict management on students' mobile phones, and his parents would not easily let him use electronic products at home, so he never thought of searching the Internet.

Seeing that he was absent-minded, Xu Jingchi asked what was wrong.He couldn't bear it anymore, so he had to quietly tell Xu Jingchi about his illness.

After Xu Jingchi finished listening, he glanced around, then leaned into his ear and asked, "You haven't ejaculated yet, have you?"

When the word "shot" was heard in Zheng Zhuoyuan's ears, it was like a light switch, and the fog that troubled him before was dispelled with just a light touch.

With a dumbfounded look on his face, Xu Jingchi realized that he had guessed correctly, and continued in a low voice: "Didn't I tell you before? If you feel uncomfortable, just feel it. Have you forgotten or can't figure it out?" ?”

How did he answer Xu Jingchi that day?

Zheng Zhuoyuan couldn't remember clearly, he only remembered that he was so hot that his face was flushed, and in order to avoid Xu Jingchi's sight, he had to bow his head and eat rice.

Later Xu Jingchi told him what to do.He did so at night in the shower, but it didn't work.He touched it for a long time, and the thing was as hard and hot as Xu Jingchi said, but nothing came out.

Thinking that what Xu Jingchi said was so simple, but he couldn't do without the pain, he couldn't help but sulk.The next day they went to school in Xu Jingchi's mother's car. After getting off the car, Xu Jingchi came over and asked him how the test was going last night.

He had never been so uncomfortable, and he was stared at by this guy with a curious face, and he felt even more unhappy, so he walked forward without answering.

Xu Jingchi chased after him for a few steps, and asked him twice what happened.He was annoyed by the question, so he turned his face and said to Xu Jingchi: "Can you stop asking!"

He rarely loses his temper like this.Xu Jingchi was taken aback by him, but because he knew him too well, he reacted when he saw his gradually reddened face and embarrassment.He didn't go to the teaching building either, but dragged him to the old school building.

The old school building of their school is waiting to be demolished, and the location is relatively remote, so no one usually comes here.He was pulled behind the grove by Xu Jingchi, slipped in through the side door of the old school building, walked up the stairs all the way, and finally stood on the top floor.

He was so breathless that he couldn't finish his words.Xu Jingchi looked around, pulled him up and continued running, and stopped again in front of the bathroom door at the corner.

The hand that had been gripping him so tightly finally let go.Xu Jingchi pushed open the half-open door, looked inside, then pulled him in, and locked the plug on the inside.

"What the hell are you going to do! Class will start soon!" Zheng Zhuoyuan said angrily.

Xu Jingchi went to the sink and turned the faucet, and seeing that clean water was still coming out, he called him over to wash his hands.

The two of them had been holding hands tightly just now, and each other's palms were sweating.Although he was angry at this guy's inexplicable behavior, he still washed his hands. After taking the paper towels and drying them, he heard the guy calmly say to him: "Take off your pants. The floor is dirty, just take them off on your lap." .”

That absurd sentence is still imprinted in the back of my mind.So many years later, when he heard this person mention that spring and his first time again, he seemed to have returned to that day, standing in front of Xu Jingchi who took off his pants, and was touched by his good friend's hand. Come out in front of yourself.

"Zhuo Yuan."

Xu Jingchi's voice rang in his ears, but it was no longer the immature voice that hadn't started to change that year, but a hoarse and deep voice with mature signs, as if the dog's tail grass was stirring the string in his heart.

"Do you want me to help you again?"