Stubborn illness

"Are you going?"

"I'm leaving, if I don't leave, there will be no more cars."

"At this time, it is estimated that there is no car."

"Yes, there should be more. It says the last shift at 21:21, but there are actually 20:[-]."

"Oh, what if there isn't one? Are you still coming up?"

"I won't come. If you don't have a taxi, you have to go back, or you will fight."

"So powerful?"

"Hmph, you don't know, look, she grabbed it, it's more than ten centimeters long."

"Go, go back quickly, be careful on the road."

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"Can I see you?"

"Sorry, I don't have a video."

"Oh, then..., I..., hehe, I just want to know your general appearance."

"Wait, I have a photo. I seem to have a photo. I took it last year. I'll send you one."

Didi Didi, not long after, he sent a photo. He looked quite manly, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, high nose and wide mouth, with sharp edges and corners. He told me that he had been a soldier for many years, and now he works as a security guard in Guangzhou.

"How many hours do you work every day?"

"Eight hours."

"How many days off do you have every month?"

"Four days."

"Oh, okay, a more formal company, that? Did you see me just now? I'm short and ugly, haha."

"I see, it's pretty handsome, really."

"Oh, what's your phone number? I'm going to Guangzhou this Sunday, see you?"

Didi Didi, after waiting for a long time, the other party sent eleven digits in Arabic numerals, followed by a line of words: This is my mobile phone number, I am free this Sunday.

That day, I was invited by a classmate to attend a direct sales meeting in Guangzhou. I bought some potted flowers at the Lingnan Flower Market in the afternoon. I called him and got through.

We have an hourly room at a hotel chain

There is a long scar on his body, and I have scars on my body, more than one, the most obvious one is the miniature map of China, I don’t know how others will feel when they see my scar, I know, the first time I saw his Sexual interest will be somewhat discounted after the scar. "When did you find out you were gay?" I asked.

"I knew it a long time ago. I had contact with it when I was a soldier." He raised his head, embraced me, buried his head, and lowered his lips all the way.

"Oh." I saw the wrinkles on his forehead and the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes when he raised his head, he is not young anymore!

Basically everyone I ask him basically the same question, when did you realize you were like this?Under what circumstances did you behave like this?How to deal with traditional marriage relationship?

"For the sake of the child, let's live with it."

Turn off the noise coming from the TV speakers, feel his subtle movements, embrace each other naked, roll from the left side of the bed to the right, from the head of the bed to the end of the bed, and remove all disguises. "Do you usually do one or zero?"

"I did one."

"Try to make a zero today." I turned him down, dragged him to the edge of the bed, put him on a raincoat, no lubricating oil, wiped some saliva, endured it, I lightened it, but he didn't resist and nodded slightly , with his hands spread out on the white and messy sheets.

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It seems that every impact is accompanied by a wave of resentment until exhaustion.

Pull it out, and after a while, it looks like a piece of sausage that has been in the sun for a day, wrinkled, half wilted, and dripping wet.

Pulling off the greasy raincoat, the hood was stained with dark brown filth, he buried his head deeply in the quilt, tightly wrapping his embarrassed face.

In the spacious bathroom, let the rushing hot water be slapped and washed wantonly, and dry the body with a clean towel, it seems that there is no evidence for everything.During those crazy years, I was obsessed with this kind of stimulation. I couldn’t stop it, and I had no sustenance. I could only experience the more serious emptiness, loneliness, and guilt alone after the orgasm again and again!

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"do you love me?"

"I said I like it very much, do you believe it? I said I don't like it, aren't you sad?"

"You don't change your number often, do you?"

"No, unless the city is changed."

"What exactly do you do?"

"I told you, ha ha." I slapped him lightly on his firm back.

A slight layer of shyness suddenly appeared on his rough face, and he stretched out his hands viciously, grabbed my already soft avatar, rubbed it a few times, raised his head, and asked with a beseeching look: "I will go to your place of work later to see , I rest today."

"No, it's a bit far away, and it's a bit inconvenient." I turned my head and didn't meet his eyes.

"Then... shall we meet again?"

"It depends on the situation. It depends on each other's time and mood."

"I like you, really, don't look at you, little boy,..." He raised his hand to stroke my face.

"Haha, it's too numb, I feel goosebumps." I didn't take his hand away, but I didn't like it anymore, and there was some rejection reaction, from the bottom of my heart, little by little, slowly rising.

"I'll call you." When he left, he hugged my waist tightly and swayed.

The shaking made me tightly curl up my newly bloomed and trembling body and mind, showing a ruthless appearance, and said coldly: "We only have sex, not love." After finishing speaking, I saw him stunned.

We came to the front desk of the hotel, checked out and left. At the door of the hotel, he handed me the flowers and plants I just bought in his hand, with a bit of regret in his eyes, and nodded goodbye to each other.

in different directions.

Like similar platforms, similar buses, carrying crowds of people walking on the hard road.

The hustle and bustle, the turbid air, and the turbulent market are passing through a group of individuals who yearn for peace but are anxious.

Like it?Don't like it?love?Don't you love it?We dare not hold hands in the sun, all of this is just making ends meet!