Long Island High School

The summer vacation is here. The summer vacation of the second year of high school is a very short summer vacation, because it will be August.The summer heat has reached the end of the day, and it is lifeless.However, He Wenzhou felt that his summer had just begun.

The holiday of more than 20 days is very short.But here at He Wenzhou, every day is so difficult.He missed Song Jing so much, and Song Jing missed him so much.They chat endlessly on QQ every day, and there are no useful topics, nothing more than small talk.Chat from morning to night, continue chatting after eating a meal, and continue chatting after waking up.Under He Wenzhou's coaxing (coercion) in every possible way, Song Jing wrote him a long email, which was regarded as a "love letter" at the time.

At the beginning of the love letter, I wrote the word "Wenzhou", followed by a colon, and below it is a serious letter.The whole article is full of good words, all of which are teachings to him, telling him not to be playful during the summer vacation, but to review books, novels, comics, and games should be appropriate, save time to review books, and besides reviewing books, think about what you want to do What, my ideal, the third year of high school is coming, time is not waiting for me.Recently, he has realized that he wants to do something useful and be a useful person. He Wenzhou should follow in his footsteps, do useful things with him, and be a useful person.All these kinds of earnest teachings made He Wenzhou feel excited.

After surging, he called Song Jing on QQ: "Let's go on a date when we come out someday!"

Song Jing chatted with him while warming the book: "I don't have time."

"Are you free to chat with me, are you free?"

Song Jing felt that he was becoming more and more impolite to him, so he replied a few words: "Grandma is not allowed to go out."

He Wenzhou quieted down his flags and drums, losing his temper.

What Song Jing said was true, and his grandmother imposed a foot restraint order on him.Because she felt that Song Jing was a bit wild, not only did she hide her injury, but she didn't come back until almost ten o'clock in the evening. She had the responsibility to teach and raise him, and she was not her own child, so this added another layer of responsibility.The old man's face was cold, and he had a full schedule for him from morning to night, and he was not allowed to go out any more.

Take care of your wounds!

Since Song Jing refused to go out, He Wenzhou tossed and turned and didn't fall asleep for several nights.He talked on the phone with Song Jing in the bed in the middle of the night, yelling about him all the time, which made Song Jing's heart ache.

He missed him but couldn't see him, so he could only ask Song Jing to kiss him on the phone and talk to him about love.However, Song Jing was the most serious person, his face was flushed with embarrassment, and he refused to say a word on the phone.

Later, I even refused to call him more. My grandma was next door, and the room was not soundproof, so I would be heard.

He Wenzhou could only send him text messages, and the words were extremely explicit: [I want to kiss you, I want to hug you, brother, let me kiss you! ]

Song Jing closed his eyes, thinking that the last time he kissed him was under the blanket in his bedroom.

They only tasted that once, and they were forced to separate.It's been more than ten days, and they haven't seen each other yet.Song Jing felt a little hot on his body, closed his eyes and hugged the towel in his arms.His face was also hot, and he rubbed against the bed sheet. Suddenly, the window slammed and it was crackled.He thought some thief had come in, the curtains flickered, and sure enough a figure climbed onto the window.

The shadow was indistinct, illuminated by the street lamps outside, like a ghost.

He was so frightened that he was about to call grandma, when the figure pasted on the window suddenly said, "It's me!"

He froze for a moment, got out of bed in a hurry, opened the curtains, and it was He Wenzhou who climbed up along the water pipe.

The window sill was narrow, and he stepped on it dangerously, holding on to the window lattice with both hands. It was an old house, and he couldn't help scratching like this.He was also afraid, crawling in fear, twisting his neck and stretching his head to wink at him!

Song Jing didn't know what was wrong, so he opened it for him by accident. He Wenzhou jumped into the window and jumped on him.

The two hugged each other tightly.

The boy sniffed and sniffed his face along his lips, then kissed him hard.

The man's fiery arms wrapped around him, strangling him tightly.He was pinched in his arms, lips and tongue eagerly intertwined, they drilled into his mouth and demanded into his body.The violent action rushed him to the bed, and he was pressed and kissed by the man, kissing urgently and demandingly.

At this moment, He Wenzhou is no longer a child, he is a man.

A dangerous man.

The two kissed passionately, their tongues were sucked so loudly, it hurt, and their breathing was stagnant.Song Jing couldn't breathe, and wanted to push him, but He Wenzhou grabbed his head and pressed him on the bed. A big hand went in along the pajamas, and scratched his chest hard, making the hair stand on end.

The more Song Jing struggled under him, the more he went crazy and tried harder.The two rolled to the floor with a thud, and the pillows and blankets fell off the bed, smashing them into the rug.And He Wenzhou grabbed his head and was still kissing him, like a wolf pounced on him. Song Jing's heart palpitations were unspeakable, and the corner of his mouth was bitten with a hiss. He frowned and kicked He Wenzhou away.

Fresh air poured into his lungs, he gasped for breath, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at He Wenzhou with hatred: "Crazy?"

He Wenzhou's eyes were red, like a bloodthirsty wolf.

He didn't answer, just grabbed Song Jing's hair and asked, "Did you miss me, huh?"

Song Jing was caught by him in a panic, trying to struggle but unable to escape.

"You let go."

"Say, do you miss me?"

Song Jing was twisted by his neck, raised his face to look at him, and remained silent.

He Wenzhou thought, Song Jing is tough, but no matter how tough he is, can he be tougher than love?

"Love me or not, huh?"

He Wenzhou was looking for the answer, as long as he said love, he would let him go.

But Song Jing remained silent.

He Wenzhou wanted to cry, but he looked like a child crying, and curled his lips slightly, looking very wronged.

"I hate you!"

When he showed weakness like this, Song Jing softened his heart and hugged him in his arms.As soon as his big head was thrown into Song Jing's arms, he began to act like a jellybean, not enough.

"I've been thinking about you, I can't stand thinking about you, but you don't miss me at all, and you don't see me, why are you so cruel..."

For more than ten days, he lived like a year.If you don't come again, you will stay until school starts.

How can the beginning of school compare with summer vacation?

He complained and became his little boyfriend again.Song Jing couldn't argue with his little boyfriend, so he had to help him up, and picked up the pillows and quilts on the ground.He Wenzhou put his arms around his waist and dragged behind him. Song Jing closed the window and drew the curtains with his big tail.

He Wenzhou was still complaining: "You still don't kiss me, I tell you to kiss me on the phone or text message, but you don't even kiss me!"

"Shh..."

Afraid of waking up grandma, Song Jing kissed him on the lips and said, "Be good, don't make noise."

He Wenzhou looked at him with burning eyes: "Then do you miss me? Do you love me?"

Song Jing thought for a while, then hummed.

He Wenzhou insisted on making him speak: "What are you talking about?"

Song Jing couldn't say it.

He opened his mouth and said, "You know."

They knew each other well, if they didn't know, wouldn't it be a disappointment to their relationship.What Song Jing meant was that he was his confidant, so what's the need for a confidant?

He Wenzhou felt happy and was barely comforted.He pondered, Song Jing recognized him as a confidant, but he was actually Song Jing's confidant?He wanted to laugh, but Song Jing covered his lips and gave him a reproachful look.

He stuck out his tongue, got it.

Song Jing hastily withdrew his hand and grabbed the palm of his hand.His lip was bitten and a layer of skin was broken. It was not serious, but the two of them had a fight after all.

At this time, he refused to sit on the bed, but sat at the desk.He Wenzhou looked around the whole room, the room was not big, it was far from his home.There is only a bed, a wardrobe, a set of bookshelves, tables and chairs, and a computer, but they are all old-fashioned furniture, very old, and the room is different, because the smell of Song Jing is everywhere, just like this old house, far away Light scent.

He Wenzhou was embraced by this breath, and felt extremely happy.The pillow also smelled of Song Jing, and the blanket also smelled of Song Jing. The bed sheet was very light in color, almost blue and gray and white, and it was a bit old after washing. He touched everything on the bed and covered his face with the blanket. on, and said, "It's all you."

Song Jing's face was a little hot, and he grabbed the blanket and pulled it down.

"Don't make trouble."

He Wenzhou said, "Shall we lie down and talk?"

Song Jing said: "Then be good and don't move around."

He Wenzhou stretched out his eyes playfully: "Did I move? Where did I move?"

Song Jing's face flushed as he thought about the scene just now.

"Are you going to lie down or not?"

"want!"

He Wenzhou rolled into the bed, took off his shoes, socks, and coat, wishing he could get naked.Song Jingan lay down peacefully, and the two faced each other. Song Jing put one hand on his waist, wanting to pat him sleeping.

In fact, I want to hold him down and keep him from moving around.

But He Wenzhou misunderstood, thinking that he was going to pat himself to sleep, he instantly turned into a kitten, curled up in his arms, and called, "Brother."

Song Jing closed his eyes: "Yes."

"I am very blessed."

Song Jing couldn't laugh or cry: "Just now I still hate me very much."

He Wenzhou ignored him: "I'm sleeping on your bed now, and you hug me."

"Ah."

He Wenzhou reiterated: "No one sleeps with their arms around me."

Song Jing opened one eye, do you still need someone to hug you when you sleep?He hadn't been hugged either, but it didn't get in the way and didn't need to.

He Wenzhou rubbed against his arms, he was a big warm monster.He said, "You give me a pat."

Song Jing's scalp was numb, and he didn't want to make him angry anymore, so he started to pat him to sleep.

After getting to know each other for a long time, he found that He Wenzhou's emotions were all caused by agitation.Especially when it comes to confirming a relationship, when facing people close to him, his emotions are particularly intense. If he is happy, he is very happy, if he is happy, he is very angry if he is angry, and he can't eat because of anger.He is often blamed, and his emotions are also affecting him. When he is happy, Song Jing will feel more at ease. If he is not happy, Song Jing will be very nervous, for fear that he will be angry and sad.

He didn't want He Wenzhou to frown, he always wanted him to be happy, happy, and be his carefree little boyfriend.

He Wenzhou closed his eyes, buried in Song Jing's arms, and was patted by him one after another, feeling extremely peaceful in his heart.

"When I was young, my mother never hugged me to sleep. I really hate her..."

He Wenzhou's hoarse voice sounded in his arms. He narrated the past, the grievances in the corners, the insignificant things, the unhappiness, for no reason, and he just talked to Song Jing this night.

He had never told anyone about his unhappiness in the two families before, but now, he really wanted to.

"She didn't feed me either, it was fed by the confinement sister-in-law. I still remember the stinky smell on the confinement sister-in-law. She went to work after confinement. She was busy, and my dad was even busier. I was thrown to the Aunt Yuesao was five years old and wanted to touch her neinei, but she chased and beat her."

Song Jing didn't smile, just stroked his hair.

"I want to be held in her arms and touch her nipples, not my aunt's nipples."

He Wenzhou put his arms around Song Jing's chest and strangled him tightly.

His breath was so moist on his skin.

He Wenzhou hugged him tightly: "Brother, hold me."

Song Jing hugged him tightly.

"Brother, kiss me."

Song Jing's heart softened, and he kissed his forehead and his hair.

He Wenzhou took an inch and lifted his pajamas: "Brother, can you let me touch..."

The palm touched his cold chest, and He Wenzhou smiled slyly, evil and serious, determined to lift off Song Jing's blouse, and pushed up the pajamas.

Song Jing was taken aback, and competed with him for the fabric, both ashamed and angry: "Still making trouble? If you keep making trouble, you will go down!"

He Wenzhou said aggrievedly: "I want to touch nn!"

Song Jing blushed with embarrassment: "Bastard, what nonsense are you talking about?"

He Wenzhou didn't feel ashamed when he scolded him, and he didn't get angry. Since he couldn't open it, he burrowed inside.After getting in, I kissed and kissed again and again, the wet kiss lingered on the skin, and a layer of goose bumps appeared.The hairs were standing on end, Song Jing's waist was swinging, and at some point, the clothes on his chest were ripped open, and his chest was also caught in his mouth. A man fit him and pressed him, which is the way a man presses a man. Become so large, so intimate.

Song Jing panicked and jumped violently. Being bullied by this demon, he lost his mind and struggled without strength.The two of them were wrapped in a towel, and the blanket was filled with the scent of Song Jing's body, and the scent of Song Jing's body was also in the nose. He Wenzhou kissed and sucked him, tossing hard on him, touching it with his hands, and grabbed it he.

Everything after that was like a nightmare, He Wenzhou kissed him so loudly that he kissed all over his body.With the tip of Song Jing's nose fluttering, he crawled out of the quilt, his eyes were so wet that he dragged him into the quilt again.Song Jing was about to die in his hands. After dying again and again, he groaned and bit the corner of the quilt. Under the quilt, Song Jing sank into the abyss. He Wenzhou was greatly stimulated by the appearance of wanting to die.He lowered his head, even wanting to grab him and swallow him.Song Jing straightened up and trembled twice on him, not giving him such a chance.

This is the second time, the hot flames are burning to the top, and the happiness is unparalleled.The two ended up hugging each other close to each other.It has to be close to the body, if the flesh is not close to the flesh, how can it be considered a kiss?

Song Jing was sweating profusely lying on the bed, unable to move at all. He Wenzhou was also sweating profusely and hadn't eaten much candy yet.He put himself in Song Jing's hands and held Song Jing's fingers to comfort himself. It was a bit like self-comfort, but what was different from his own were Song Jing's hands. They were really good hands that could send him to the clouds.

Panting, he kissed Song Jing's ear, gasped next to Song Jing's ear again, sobbed, breathed, and moaned softly, busy with his own efforts.Song Jing couldn't bear to hear him panting, just wanted to tell him to stop panting, keep your voice down, I'm about to be heard...

He Wenzhou looked into his eyes, pressed him down and kissed him again.Tossing until the moon was in the sky, the two were busy, Song Jing's grandma came out to wake up at night, and saw that there seemed to be a ray of light in Song Jing's room.

"Song Jing, why are you still up so late?"

He Wenzhou was pressing on his lover, Song Jing's fine skin and body were soaked in sweat, and his outline was so beautiful.He was kissing him fascinatedly, when the old man yelled at him, he almost rolled out of bed in fright.

where to hide? !Under the quilt?under the bed?

Song Jing was stripped all over, and the two rubbed their bodies against each other, comforting each other.He parted his lips.Song Jing was in a hurry to get dressed, and He Wenzhou also got dressed, and the two of them worked hard on the bed.

Grandma Song Jing scolded again: "Song Jing!"

Song Jing buried He Wenzhou's head in front of his chest, and pressed him tightly.

He adjusted his breathing, grabbed the quilt, and said calmly, "I'm going to sleep now."

"Come on, we have to go to church tomorrow morning."

"Oh."

After answering, he turned off the bedside lamp.He Wenzhou held his hot breath in his chest, didn't move for a while, and struggled uncontrollably.Only then did Song Jing realize how hard he was pressing him, his back was wet with sweat, and his body was shivering.The two looked at each other in the dark, and He Wenzhou pounced on him and blocked his lips.

It was a crazy and vicious kiss, trembling with lingering fear for the rest of his life after the catastrophe.

Song Jing pushed him away, it can't go on like this, it's too shameless.

He would lose control as soon as he touched He Wenzhou, who knows what he would do if he continued like this.

He picked up the clothes and let He Wenzhou wear them.Push the coat all over, and the socks too.

He Wenzhou was slapped all over the face by him, and he said aggrievedly: "Hold me and sleep for a while."

"No."

"Brother, I want to hug."