canine boyfriend

50.

"If you are a man, today is the day." After the president finished speaking, there was still a smile on his mouth. He was not a normal person. Every month, he had to worry about those few days. A pain in his stomach was a bad sign.

He was smiling, but in the eyes of the small staff, the smile of this delicate president was always like tears.He's laughing at their relationship and crying about his "abnormal" body.So the little clerk let go of the CEO's hand, let go of his waist, held his face again and kissed him, it was so hot, he wanted to melt him into a warm fire in his arms, not even scalding , just warm.The president accidentally slid down, exerted strength on his arms, and carried him into the shower room.

The CEO really didn't expect that a dog man could have such great strength, and when he was ruthless, it didn't match that face.Absolutely overwhelming his masculine strength and obedient body, a wonderful collision, a wonderful combination.He was hugged and kissed, and because the shower was so small, he had to lean against the transparent glass wall.

The glass stuck to his hot skin, as if to freeze him.The president shrugged his shoulders, and his shoulder blades moved closer due to the cold, squeezing out a groove in his flat back muscles.He slapped his hand against the glass, imprinting his fingerprints.The expensive watch also hit the glass with a crisp sound, and the never-touched dial collided with the cheap bathroom glass door.

Hearing this, the president put one arm around the clerk's neck and asked him to kiss his face.He fell forcefully into his arms, and what he thought for a moment was that if the dial, which can withstand the pressure of the deep sea, collided with this glass, it might smash the bathroom.He supported the glass behind him with one hand, and stroked the wet hair of the clerk with the other hand, allowing him to kiss his ears back and forth.

This pro-Fa seems to want to make myself happy.After a while, the kiss came to the mouth.

Really useless, useless.

After all, how many lifetimes have I been unlucky to meet such a doggy man, who even fired me up all night.Now that you are making a fuss, people will know how to be close, and the clinginess makes the CEO have nowhere to hide.

The clerk only knew how to kiss him fiercely, but he didn't find the skills. The president didn't have many skills in this area. He supported himself not to be weak, not to make a gesture of whatever he wanted, and his hands changed from sticking to the glass to clenched fists. Stubbornly refusing to open, open again.The shower that was turned on just now sprayed hot water strongly, drenching them all over their bodies and heads.

The water was hot and flowed to every part of their bodies, scalding the president's toes.The dog man was still panting and kissing him. The seriousness of his relatives made the CEO imagine that he was probably just doing problems like this when he was studying.Regardless of everything, as long as you want to do something, you will work hard.

The president liked his silly efforts, so he rubbed his shoulders and back impatiently.He has seen a lot of shrewd people, not bad for a dog man.Too many people don't know how to take detours. Whether it's money or relationships, they put on a calculating look on their faces and only take shortcuts, as if taking an extra detour can kill them.

Yes, it would be great to take a shortcut, it would be tiring and unpleasant to take a detour, if it were a stinky man who was good at attacking his heart, he would probably have taken him down by now, after all, he is like this... I hope it hurts.That person will definitely ask questions, look at his face, know how to please him, and know that the best shortcut to get close to him is his daughter.

They have a child in common, this is a shortcut, as long as they meet with their daughter more and win her heart, the person who gave birth to her will want the child to be happy, maybe agree to live together, or consider getting back together.But the clerks didn't want to, they just went forward and kicked in the minefield, they only knew how to attack themselves.There is no shortcut in front of him at all, he just takes a fucking detour.

I never knew to use seeing my daughter as a shield, let him go to work, work hard and forget to coax myself, never say what should be said correctly, and what should be given is always half a beat... But the president still used the tip of his tongue to push away the small staff He stretched out his tongue and opened his mouth forcefully, allowing him, pampering him, licking his roof and biting his lips.They kissed again and again.

The water was very hot, and the mist spread, as if weaving a dream in the shower room.

In the haze, the president narrowed one eye and saw a vase of essential oil on the glass shelf for shampoo in the shower.In the vase, there is a red Bulgarian rose for fragrance.

Which single man would put essential oil roses in the corner of his home?The president closed his eyes, really suspecting that there was still a woman in the clerk's house.

The president withdrew his hand and messed up the clerk's hair, and the two of them stood under the hot water and drenched together.When the president climbed onto the clerk's neck with all his strength, he was suddenly separated.

"What's wrong?" He asked anxiously, and at this moment, he was also anxious, "You regret it!"

"This...is not the right place." The clerk said with his forehead pressed against his forehead. Various thoughts were clashing in his body, but his deep-rooted way of thinking told him that he had to find a safe and warm private place in the bedroom. Definitely not here.Before he could wait for the president to respond, he took the risk of being scolded, wrapped his waist around him, and pushed open the shower door with his knee.There was a bath towel next to him, he grabbed it and wrapped him up, ignoring the water droplets on his body, he hugged the wet man in his arms onto the bed.

The sheets didn't have a single wrinkle, and the president felt cold only after being wrapped tightly and put them on.He got angry when he saw the flat and vertical block of tofu at the end of the bed, raised one toe arrogantly, hooked it, and dismantled it like a mess.

They lay down again and continued the kiss just now. The president hugged the head of the clerk and rubbed his face.At this moment, he thought of the flower just now.

Suddenly, a very familiar feeling passed through the president's stomach.The president's eyes widened immediately, they parted panting, and he looked down.

"This..." The little clerk didn't understand it, but he understood it all at once.Nothing can be hidden on the snow-white sheets.

51.

It looked like a red flower had bloomed on the bed sheet.The president's eyelids suddenly closed, it's over, what he was afraid of would happen, what he wanted to hide for the rest of his life, just happened to be bumped into by a small employee.Not only bumped into him, but also touched his body and the bed.

This is his shame, and his shame.Gathering in the stomach, it becomes slightly cold, then turns hot, and when it leaves the body, it is red, but it is not the warm blood that can see the sun, but the blood that should least appear on a man's body.

The little clerk stared in shock. He had seen bleeding from common parts of people, but he had never seen this kind of... bleeding.He was really stunned and didn't know how to deal with it, but it was his momentary shock that hurt that person.

"What are you looking at? Get out of the way!" The president didn't know whether he should say that he was angry with embarrassment or mixed with grief and hatred. He got on his legs and rolled over and got out of bed, wanting to take a hot shower in the shower. go down.

But that is delusional.The hot water was turned on again, which could wash away the dust and fatigue on his body, but could not wash away that layer of secret.

He thought of the day when he encountered this incident. Panic, panic, restlessness, pain, cold sweat... everything was intertwined in his body, turning him into a clown, hiding in the men's bathroom, not daring to go out.That year, he was only 13 years old.

From the day he knew he was different from other men, he had been praying not to come here.He checked the information on the Internet and knew that there are men with the same situation as himself in the world. Some of them even had bleeding at puberty. They went to the hospital for a checkup to see if they were terminally ill, only to be told that there were actually two reproductive systems in their bodies.

He was worse than them, he didn't need to check, he knew what was going on with him.But he still doesn't know the reason for this matter, no, he doesn't want to see it, he doesn't want to check the information, he doesn't want to know what will happen to his body during this period of each month.

He hoped that it wouldn't happen, it wouldn't happen, but it happened, and he was caught off guard by a blow to the head, and he didn't know how to deal with it.At that moment, he thought of many words, filthy, dirty, unclean... It was a mess, all of which were said by other boys. He remembered that they saw girls running out of the classroom with a sanitary napkin in their hands Looking at their facial expressions, thinking of the subtle smiles they saw on the shelves of women's products in the supermarket, for a moment, he felt that those boys were actually laughing at himself.

They all know, they're all kidding themselves, they'll see marks on their school uniform pants.He didn't even remember how he managed to deal with it indiscriminately before escaping from the bathroom, and asked for leave to escape from school. He only knew that he wanted to find something to block himself.

I can't wait to be blocked all my life.

Well, now back to reality, the nightmare reappeared.

The president warmed his body with hot water, fetched a bath towel, and wrapped himself completely, trying to wrap himself into a cocoon.Looking at the clothes on the ground, he was sure he couldn't wear them anymore, so he walked barefoot back to the clerk's bedroom.

It was a small bedroom with a simple bed, the sheets had been removed, the clerk hugged it, and saw the traces of Yin Tou's sheets left on the mattress.

It looks hazy and vague, but it is eye-catching and dazzling enough, as if it hurts to look at it.

The president also saw it. He turned his head away, and water flowed down his face. "Find me a clean pair of underwear."

"Oh... oh!" The clerk rolled and rolled the bed sheet in his arms, afraid that if it wasn't rolled properly, something would be exposed, he was in a hurry, and he didn't know what he was going to do at this time, he only knew to wipe himself clean, and then clean up the mess .In fact, he wanted to try to persuade him, saying something very comforting, but he was stared at the president as soon as he glanced at him.

"What are you looking at? I..." The president wanted to say that I didn't know that this could be advanced by several days. I only heard that strong stimulation would cause it to advance, but I didn't expect it to happen to me.But before he finished speaking, the heat like water flowed slowly from his inner thigh to his ankle.

He is standing, there is nothing he can do.The dog man obviously saw it too, and his expression was even more surprised than before.To the CEO, this kind of surprise was a silent humiliation. He wanted to yell, and he wanted to yell at the clerk's face that put everything on the surface.

You're a normal man, you don't understand, so you'll be surprised, I can't help it, I can't help it at all, it's just out of control.It doesn't stop when I'm sleeping, it doesn't stop when I stand up, it's like a curse, cursing myself for losing control these few days every month.

"I...you..." The clerk was indeed stunned. As a man who had never seen such a physiological phenomenon, his surprise was very real, even slightly frightening, because it was bleeding.In the next second, he immediately turned his face away, went to the closet and squatted down, looking for his newly bought underwear.

"This... this... new one, I haven't worn it." All of them are neatly folded in his closet, sorted by color.He stuffed things to the boss, ran to the bathroom, and came back with a roll of paper.

"What are you doing!" The president was still scared at this second, he was afraid that he would wipe it clean for himself.

"Let me wipe it clean for you." The clerk tore off the roll of paper, squatted down in front of the president, without any lust, very polite and honest, and wiped his ankle with the white paper.

The president's legs were shaking, obviously the clerk didn't say anything, but he felt that there were a lot of people arguing next to his ears, why the days when he came to that were the days when his body was the most unclean... He kept shaking, not like He, on the contrary, is like a dying animal that has been bled.

But the clerk just wiped it so seriously, wiped the dirty paper, rolled it up, threw it aside, and wiped it up with new white and soft paper.He didn't seem to understand anything, and he didn't shy away from anything, and he didn't dare to look at it when he was rubbing it up. He turned his head, and his politeness was annoying, and his politeness was too unreal.

If it weren't for the understanding these days, the president would have thought he was pretending.But the president ran away in despair, ran to the living room to get a bag, and then rushed to the bathroom, dealing with himself calmly, constantly telling himself to be calm.

He didn't come out until everything was dealt with, and outside the door was the man holding the dirty sheets and pajamas.

"This set of clothes is for you to wear. I wear them to sleep. They are very clean. I dried them after I washed them." The clerk still lowered his head, "The new sheets... have been made, this one, I have to wash it .”

The president put on a bath towel, made way for him, and returned to the bedroom. As expected, he had changed into an army green bed sheet.But the mattress hadn't been changed, so he secretly opened it like a little girl and looked inside, for fear of coming over again.

Between the new sheets and the mattress, several thick layers of roll paper have been placed.Now I feel relieved, I can't make a fool of myself anymore, the president lay down on the bed with peace of mind, and covered the tofu block that he had dismantled with his feet just now.And in his position, when he was leaning on the pillow, he could just see everything in the bathroom.

Both the quilt and the pillow have the smell of being in the sun, which makes people warm. The president wrapped himself up and waited for the strong abdominal pain to come tonight.But I always caught glimpses of the clerk, who was sitting in the bathroom on a small mat, washing the sheets.

For such a big sheet, he didn't put the washing machine in it, but washed it by hand.The president changed from lying down to lying on his stomach, closed his eyes for a while, and couldn't help but open them again.

Watch the clerk washing the sheets and rubbing them vigorously.

"Just put it in the washing machine." The president wanted to tell him to come back quickly, but he refused to say anything.

"I'll finish washing right away. Wait a minute. I'll cook after washing." The clerk's hands were full of foam, "You want to eat tonight..." Before he finished speaking, he heard a loud cracking sound next to him, and the clerk subconsciously Block with your hands, protect the fragile carotid artery of human beings, and protect your own neck.

Still, shards of glass lodged in his forearm.

The president sat up suddenly and looked at the blasted shower glass, which was completely shattered, leaving only a frame of the shower room.Could it be that his precious dial was cracked?What the hell... cheap glass!

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Shower glass: I'm cracked!