[Youth Campus] Police Captain

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"Captain Zhao, how come your hometown is so poor? There's not even a decent road. This ride almost shook my insides out. If I'd known, I would have preferred to stay home and watch DVDs rather than come with you." Gao Jiaming, slumped in his seat, gripped the handlebars with one hand, his face contorted with misery, complaining to Zhao Gang, who was driving and smoking a cigarette. "You didn't say you wanted to come; I didn't force you." Zhao Gang turned his head, a sinister smile on his face, and puffed out smoke from his cigarette. "But you didn't say beforehand that your hometown was in some remote mountain valley. No wonder your wife didn't want to come with you; she must have been scared the first time." Gao Jiaming said defiantly. "You're trying to compare yourself to a woman, but looking at yourself like that, you really do resemble one." Zhao Gang glanced at Gao Jiaming and teased. "If I were a woman, and you took me back to your hometown, I bet your wife would be the first to give you a piece of her mind." "When it comes to witty banter, Gao Jiaming has never admitted defeat. He might not be the best at catching people and solving cases in the police force, but when it comes to sharp tongues, aside from those female police officers, no one can rival him. Not to brag, but he was a four-time consecutive best debater at the police academy." "You're just being cheeky. I think all you can do now is use your mouth." Zhao Gang opened the car window, spat out his cigarette with a "pui," and the dust kicked up by the passing car blew in. Gao Jiaming, already struggling to breathe, covered his mouth and nose, choking a few times, and said, "Captain Zhao, you can't mess with someone like this... ugh..." Before he could finish, he covered his mouth again, grabbed Zhao Gang's arm, and shook his head. Seeing his near-vomiting state, Zhao Gang slammed on the brakes and stopped the car. As soon as the car stopped, Gao Jiaming pushed open the car door, ran out, stood by the roadside, and started vomiting profusely. "Useless! I don't know how you even graduated from police academy!" "Zhao Gang, who had just gotten off the bus, patted Gao Jiaming on the back, holding a bottle of mineral water. Gao Jiaming, who had been vomiting for a while, finally felt a little better. He took a breath, sipped the water from Zhao Gang's bottle, and then took a sip. With a pained expression, he said to Zhao Gang, 'Brother, please don't bring up my sad story anymore. It was my grandfather's idea for me to become a policeman; my own wish is to be a movie star.' Anyway, Gao Jiaming usually treated Zhao Gang very casually, and Zhao Gang had been his grandfather's right-hand man. Because of this connection, Gao Jiaming was assigned to Zhao Gang's police team, which suited him perfectly. With your thick skin, becoming a movie star is quite possible. Twenty-seven-year-old Gao Jiaming was indeed quite handsome; all the young women in the police team idolized him. Zhao Gang chuckled and pinched Gao Jiaming's soft cheek. 'Tsk, so smooth! My rough skin can't compare.' That's right." "Gao Jiaming said narcissistically. He touched Zhao Gang's muscular chest, which was covered by a white vest, and smiled maliciously: "But brother, with your physique, you might become the next Stallone. Why don't we both change careers and become movie stars? One of us can be a scholar, the other a warrior, and we'll be invincible!" "You're like a leopard that can't change its spots. You've almost vomited your life away, and you're still so foul-mouthed. I seriously doubt if you're Director Gao's son. You're completely different from him, you have no connection at all." Zhao Gang pinched the corner of Gao Jiaming's upturned mouth and laughed and scolded. "Hey...hey...easy, easy..." Gao Jiaming pulled Zhao Gang's big hand away, rubbed the corner of his mouth and smiled: "You should ask my mother about this. Did she cheat on Grandpa back then?" "You dare to say such a thing!" Zhao Gang chuckled and gave him a flick on the forehead, then pulled him into the car, saying, "It's getting dark, let's hurry, the roads will be even worse in the dark. Just bear with it a little longer, we'll be there soon." "Can I not bear it?" Gao Jiaming sighed, resignedly closing the car door. He finally understood that motion sickness could happen to him too. Sigh... He glanced at the man who was now back in the driver's seat, driving the car, and sighed inwardly: Is this suffering for love...? By the time the car entered the village, it was completely dark, with only a few scattered lights on. Gao Jiaming was exhausted, nauseous, and feeling unwell. As soon as he got out of the car, he rushed to the side and dry heaved again. Two or three people who came out of the house saw his disheveled appearance and smiled. One man walked over and patted his back, saying, "Young man, are you alright?" "I'm fine, I'm fine." Gao Jiaming wiped his mouth, turned around awkwardly, and saw a burly young man smiling at him. He thought, "This must be Brother Zhao's younger brother." "Let me introduce you," Zhao Gang said, ruffling Gao Jiaming's hair. "This is Xiao Gao from our police team. I asked him to come and join in the fun." Gao Jiaming felt like a little puppy. "Welcome to my wedding! I'm Zhao Meng." The rural man seemed very generous, perhaps because Gao Jiaming looked so young. "Oh, you're the groom! Hello, hello, congratulations!" Gao Jiaming, always outgoing, quickly extended his hand and shook Zhao Meng's large hand. "Hello, hello." Zhao Meng was taken aback by his enthusiasm, his face flushing slightly, and replied, "Alright, let's go inside quickly, the food is still warming in the pot." The speaker was an elderly man in his fifties. Gao Jiaming's eyes darted around, and he nimbly slipped past, giving the old man a crisp military salute. "Hello, Father Zhao..." he said, glancing at the old woman standing beside him, "Hello, Mother Zhao..." "This child, how can he be so sweet-talking?" Mother Zhao chuckled, taking Gao Jiaming's hand and smiling sweetly. "How could I not be sweet? If I'm not sweet, I can please you two. If you two are happy, Brother Zhao will be happy. If Brother Zhao is happy, he'll look at me differently. And if he looks at me differently, I'll have my chance... then... hehe..." Gao Jiaming was secretly calculating (this child really thinks a lot, and his motives are far from pure).

"Alright, behave yourself." Zhao Gang was both amused and annoyed. This monkey was never still for a moment. But his ability to win people over was something he couldn't match. When he first joined the police force, he was worried that Gao Jiaming wouldn't get to know his colleagues, but in just a few days, he was calling everyone "brother" and "sister," even closer to him, the deputy captain for many years. "Brother, I'm not being disobedient at all." Gao Jiaming pouted, looking aggrieved. "Da Gang, why are you criticizing this kid?" Zhao's mother glared at Zhao Gang and complained. "Mother Zhao, you don't know, Brother Zhao often bullies me in the police force. You have no idea how much I suffer under his tyranny." Gao Jiaming seized the opportunity to complain. "You little brat, 'tyranny,' you say? I think you're asking for trouble again." Zhao Gang stared at him amusedly. "Da Gang, that's where you're wrong. Gao is younger than you, and even though you're his superior, you can't bully the younger one." "Old Master Zhao couldn't stand it either and scolded, but his face was all smiles.

"That's right, brother, I think this young master is quite good." Zhao Meng, standing to the side, chimed in. "You guys, don't let this kid fool you, he's very cunning." Zhao Gang was actually quite happy. He had thought they would be unhappy that he hadn't brought his wife, Zhang Yun, back, but now that this kid had taken the lead and made the two elders happy, he had temporarily escaped a disaster. "Mother Zhao, let's not listen to his nonsense. I brought you gifts, wait a moment, I'll go get them for you." Gao Jiaming chuckled, ran to the back of the car, opened the trunk, and brought out two large bags of things. "This kid, why bring gifts? We're happy enough that he's here." Mother Zhao smiled, thinking that she wished her daughter-in-law were this thoughtful. "It's not good to come empty-handed since it's the first time. Come on, let's go inside and take a look." Gao Jiaming wrinkled his nose at Zhao Gang, then proudly took his mother's hand and walked into the house.

Behind him, Zhao Gang shook his head and smiled wryly, listening to his father snort and say, "If only my wife were like that." The words were sarcastic, and Zhao Gang broke out in a cold sweat. Zhao Meng smiled and patted Zhao Gang's shoulder, saying, "Brother, I'm so happy you're back. When my sister-in-law doesn't come, I'll take Shufen to see her." Zhao Gang grunted and went inside… The Zhao family was actually considered one of the more educated families in Fengming Village. Zhao's father had been a sent-down youth during the Cultural Revolution, and later met his current mother, Zhao, and never returned to the city, settling down in Fengming Village for over thirty years. The Zhao family owned a small Western-style house, built with money Zhao Gang brought back from abroad. Zhao Meng, after graduating from high school, stayed home to farm. He was three years older than Gao Jiaming and four years younger than Zhao Gang. His fiancée, Jiang Shufen, was from a neighboring village and seven years younger than him. That evening, after dinner, Gao Jiaming was arranged to sleep with Zhao Gang. During dinner, Gao Jiaming, with his silver tongue, charmed the two elders, making them extremely happy. Later, the two elders, delighted, adopted him as their godson, showing even more affection than the two Zhao brothers.

Although it was only early autumn, the weather in the mountains, especially at night, was quite chilly. Gao Jiaming took a shower, put on only his underwear, and rolled onto the blanket. The thought of sharing a bed with Zhao Gang made him feel a surge of heat in his groin. "Calm down, calm down!" Gao Jiaming looked at his not-so-muscular arms and not-so-broad chest, assessing whether his "handsome man" tactic would work. Maybe he could sneak in at night; even if he couldn't touch him, he could still satisfy his craving. Just as he was imagining a nosebleed, Zhao Gang, completely naked, suddenly walked in from outside. Caught off guard, Gao Jiaming stared wide-eyed at the male body he had fantasized about countless times, swaying before him. "Ah…why aren't you dressed?" Gao Jiaming asked, his face pale, staring at the large thing swinging between his legs. "I forgot my underwear." Zhao Gang, however, acted nonchalantly, taking a pair of army green boxer briefs from the drawer, putting them on, and turning around to look at Gao Jiaming, who was both shy and lustful, with a smile, saying, "What? You think I'm going to eat you?" "Afraid...afraid of my ass, I'm not interested in men." Gao Jiaming retorted stubbornly, but damn it, his pants were completely bulging! "So you stutter sometimes, kid." Zhao Gang chuckled, rolling over next to Gao Jiaming, his face close to his, staring at his face which was as red as a monkey's bottom. He reached out and pinched it, saying, "If you're not guilty, why is your face so red?" "Stop messing around." Gao Jiaming felt ticklish from Zhao Gang's hot breath, slapped his hand away, turned over, and said guiltily, "So tired, I want to sleep." "If you want to sleep, you should at least share the blanket with me." Zhao Gang chuckled, pulling at the blanket wrapped around him. Gao Jiaming let go, letting him pull half over, listening to him continue, "Then sleep well, and don't overthink things." Then, with a snap, the light went out. "Who...who overthinks things?" That damn lisp. Gao Jiaming felt discouraged. According to the previous scenario, he should have been able to take the opportunity to seduce him. Just as he was thinking this, an arm wrapped around his waist and a hot body pressed against his back. "What...you...are...doing...what...?" Gao Jiaming froze, wondering what was wrong with Zhao Gang. He was the one who had designs on him, not Zhao Gang; wasn't this a complete usurpation? "Sleeping, what else could I be doing?" Zhao Gang's warm breath brushed against the back of his neck, while a large hand slowly caressed his stomach. Even worse, Gao Jiaming could feel something slowly swelling up behind him. "You're...I'm uncomfortable. Move over a bit." Gao Jiaming's mind was a complete mess; he couldn't understand what was happening.

Where wasn't it comfortable? Here...or here? When Zhao Gang's hand covered his erection, Gao Jiaming almost cried out. He turned around, glaring at Zhao Gang, who was barely visible in the darkness, and muttered through gritted teeth, "You..." Before he could finish, two full lips sealed his mouth. Although this was something he had wanted to do for a long, long time, he never thought it would happen so easily. "Ugh..." But now was not the time to ask questions; the most important thing was that this man was kissing him.

Although Gao Jiaming prided himself on being a womanizer, he had never actually had a first kiss. In just a few kisses, he was completely dizzy and disoriented, his mind a complete mess. Moreover, Zhao Gang's hand had already untied the elastic band of his underwear and slipped inside, kneading his hot member. The calloused palm touching him almost made him surrender.

"Does it feel good?" Zhao Gang's hoarse, deep voice came through the darkness. "Are you... gay too?" "Gao Jiaming asked breathlessly, unable to think of another explanation for Zhao Gang's nonsensical behavior, and how did he know he liked him? "No." Zhao Gang touched the corner of his lips and answered. "You... think of me as a woman?" What a disappointing answer, Gao Jiaming felt a pang of sadness. He didn't know what he was like about a woman besides being handsome. "Silly boy, you haven't thought of anything else besides being a woman?"

"You're not gay, and I'm not a woman, so why... do this!" Gao Jiaming's face burned. Luckily, the other person couldn't see his face in the dark, otherwise he would have been utterly humiliated. "Because I like you, you little fool!" What? What? What?! He said he likes me? Likes me? God, someone give him a good slap to the face! Is he dreaming?! "You said... like... like... like..." Gao Jiaming was completely disoriented.

"I like you. " "The stubble-covered mouth sealed Gao Jiaming's speechless lips once more. A large hand pressed down on Gao Jiaming's body, drawing them even closer. Gao Jiaming could clearly feel the throbbing of Zhao Gang's manhood in his pants. What surprised him even more was that this man said he liked him, not just his own wishful thinking. God, my dream has finally come true! Thinking this, Gao Jiaming no longer held back. One hand roamed over Zhao Gang's hot, hard, and strong body, touching the elastic band, and then he slipped inside.

"So...so big!" Although he had seen its length before, now that it was swollen, it was truly terrifying. Hard, thick, and hot, and the glans felt so big, as did the testicles, which were large and hairy. "I...I want...to eat you..." "I'm panting," Gao Jiaming said shyly. A low chuckle came from the darkness. The blanket was thrown aside, and Zhao Gang lay on his back on the bed. Gao Jiaming licked his body, slid down, and pulled down his underwear with one hand. When his face approached the pubic hair, he paused slightly, then his tongue licked up the inside of Zhao Gang's thigh to the testicles. With a suppressed groan from Zhao Gang, he licked the thick shaft, all the way to the very tip. The soft yet firm sensation made his tongue feel numb and tingly, an indescribable excitement. One hand touched his thick, hairy thigh, the other his strong upper body; the feeling was better than a dream (Haha, I finally got to eat him today, watch me ravage him to death—this was the evil thought in Comrade Gao's heart). Zhao

Gang's breathing became heavy in the darkness, he must have been very excited and... Excitement. Especially since this naughty boy deliberately didn't lick his big dick, but instead attacked the two testicles below, making that thing swell intensely and unable to relax. When he couldn't help but press Gao Jiaming's face down to his erect penis, a chuckle came from Gao Jiaming in the darkness. As he hummed with satisfaction, a wet, hot mouth took his entire glans into its mouth. Zhao Gang had never experienced this kind of pleasure before. In bed, Zhang Yun was extremely conservative. Moreover, in recent years, the two of them had become increasingly busy, and when they got home, they would lie down and rest in bed, and it seemed that they only had sex once every month or so. "Smacking sounds came from the darkness. Gao Jiaming used his mouth to stroke Zhao Gang's big penis up and down, while one hand reached into his own buttocks, touching the tight opening, thinking: Should I find something to lubricate it later? I should have bought some lubricant or something." "Hmm... all done..." Zhao Gang straightened up, pulled Gao Jiaming up, and the two kissed again. A hand slipped under Gao Jiaming's buttocks from behind. Gao Jiaming flinched, groaned, and wrapped his arms tightly around Zhao Gang's neck, pressing his buttocks against Zhao Gang's large penis, rubbing it up and down. "It... hurts..." Gao Jiaming couldn't help but let out a soft cry when Zhao Gang inserted a finger.

"Help... me... lick... lick... let me see..." Gao Jiaming felt embarrassed to say this, and besides, a man like Zhao Gang would most likely not refuse. But to his surprise, Zhao Gang flipped him over without a word, making him lie on the bed, then spread his legs wide. His stubble-covered mouth accurately approached the part of his body that he was ashamed of. When the wet tongue touched his folds, Gao Jiaming let out a muffled groan, then the thick tongue seemed to instinctively sweep around his anus, causing shivers to run through his body. He felt something flowing out from there, and it was itchy. Gao Jiaming pressed one hand on Zhao Gang's buzz cut, letting out a muffled groan. When Zhao Gang's tongue slipped inside him, the incredibly strange feeling almost drove him crazy. "Ugh...ugh..." When Zhao Gang's large hand casually stroked his penis a few times, Gao Jiaming, overwhelmed by double the pleasure, shuddered violently and ejaculated. After ejaculating, Zhao Gang stopped, smeared the sticky fluid on his penis, and held Gao Jiaming's writhing, now wet anus with one hand. When half of the glans went in, Gao Jiaming cried out in pain, touched a pair of underwear beside him, bit it in his mouth, grabbed Zhao Gang's two iron arms, and frowned, groaning softly. "So tight..." Zhao Gang groaned softly and hoarsely, then slowly squeezed into the soft folds, pushing his penis in inch by inch until it reached the deepest point, at which point he let out a comfortable "oh." He felt his penis being tightly gripped in a hot, fleshy hole, a sensation far more pleasurable than his wife's vagina. Then came slow, gentle thrusting. Although Gao Jiaming couldn't see Zhao Gang's expression, he could hear his satisfied, pleasurable moans.

Although the pain was somewhat unbearable, he was still extremely happy. And after the initial pain, a strange pleasure surged up, feeling that uniquely male genitalia tightly inserted into his body; that feeling of indistinguishability surpassed even the physical pleasure. "Puff...puff..." Zhao Gang's thrusting movements quickened, his two large hands gripping Gao Jiaming's waist like iron clamps, his hips moving back and forth involuntarily, his large penis moving in and out of the hot cave, making obscene sounds. He should have taken advantage of this boy who kept seducing him earlier. Several times when they went to the toilet together, he'd secretly glanced at his penis. Don't think he didn't know; he was a man, a normal man with a strong sex drive. Didn't he know that his seductive gaze made him commit a crime? And he was so cute. Did he know that every time they finished using the toilet together, they'd have to go again? All the embarrassing things like masturbating in the bathroom were thanks to him.

"Oh...oh..." Zhao Gang let out a muffled roar, his penis swelled, and in a fierce thrust, he ejaculated violently. Gao Jiaming, scalded by the hot semen, groaned a few times before being brutally fucked and brought to his climax. "Brother...your thing is so hot..." Gao Jiaming gasped, holding the hot, heavy body pressing down on him, their sweat-drenched bodies pressed together. "So...comfortable...it's been so long since I've felt this good...I want to fuck you like this every day...fuck you until you die..." Zhao Gang said passionately, kissing his lips. "To be...fucked to death by you, I'd really be willing..." Jiaming smiled silently, bringing his lips to his own, sighing contentedly.

The night was deep, and the passion was even stronger...

Gao Jiaming woke up, feeling as if his whole body had been run over by a truck, aching terribly, and his anus burning with pain. Zhao Gang had gotten up sometime earlier, and Gao Jiaming felt a mixture of disappointment and relief; he really didn't know how to face Zhao Gang now. "Damn, it's so swollen!" Comrade Gao reached down and touched his anus, which had been ravaged all night, and frowned. He pulled on his pants and headed to the bathroom. After

washing up, he slowly went downstairs. "You're up." Just as he came downstairs, he saw Zhao Gang, wearing a white tank top and athletic shorts, sitting with Zhao's mother at the front door, shelling edamame. Seeing him, she greeted him, a hint of ambiguity in her eyes. Gao Jiaming grunted in response, his face flushing, his gaze darting around. "Godson, didn't you sleep well last night? You have dark circles under your eyes." Zhao's mother asked with concern, noticing Gao Jiaming's obviously swollen eyes. "It's all your son's doing. He kept me up all night, but how come he has so much energy? He still looks refreshed." Gao Jiaming glared at Zhao Gang, who was smiling at him, covered his mouth, yawned, and smiled at Zhao's mother, "I was sleep-deprived last night and had nightmares all night." "This child, talking nonsense as soon as he wakes up." Zhao's mother clapped her hands, stood up, and said, "Come on, godmother will get you some eggs to replenish your energy." At the mention of eggs, Gao Jiaming's eyes involuntarily slid to Zhao Gang's crotch, thinking that he must have eaten a lot last night. His gaze met Zhao Gang's somewhat fiery eyes.

"Godmother, where did my second brother and godfather go?" Gao Jiaming asked casually while swallowing an egg. "Your second brother went to town to buy some things, and your godfather went fishing at the reservoir. That's his only hobby." Zhao's mother, who was tidying up the kitchen, replied. "Why didn't you call me!" Gao Jiaming had never even held a fishing rod before. "If you want to go, let Da Gang take you. There's nothing to do at home anyway." "That would be great, Godmother! I promise I'll catch a super big one to reward you." Gao Jiaming chuckled. "You want to fish? With your monkey-like temper, you'll be yelling after just a few strokes." Zhao Gang, carrying a vegetable basket, walked in and teased with a smile. "You're the monkey!" Gao Jiaming thought, giving Zhao Gang a knowing look and swallowing the egg in his bowl.

"Da Gang, why don't you take Xiao Gao to see him? And bring the old man a straw hat too. That old geezer, on such a sunny day, he doesn't even wear a hat." Zhao's mother grumbled. "Hurry up and eat." Zhao Gang glared at the person winking at him smugly. "Yes, sir." Gao Jiaming replied, hastily eating the three or four eggs in his bowl, then wiping his mouth, and said, "Sir, can we set off now?" "Didn't you want to go fishing? I'll go get a fishing rod, and I'll change into some trousers; there are a lot of bugs in the mountains." Zhao Gang glanced at Gao Jiaming's exposed fair legs, his heart warming, and said. "Yes, sir, right away." Gao Jiaming rushed upstairs without another word, changed his trousers, and rushed back down. He saw Zhao Gang waiting for him, holding a fishing rod in one hand. He smiled, took Zhao Gang's arm, and said, "Your Majesty, we're about to depart." "You rascal..." Zhao Gang smiled helplessly, being led out by Gao Jiaming.

Although Fengming Mountain was remote and underdeveloped, the scenery was extremely beautiful. Breathing in the sweet mountain air, Gao Jiaming felt much more relaxed. In the deserted mountains, Gao Jiaming, clinging to Zhao Gang's strong arm, pressed himself against him like a puppy, his eyes gleaming with unbridled joy. "You little rascal, weren't you satisfied last night?" Zhao Gang, aroused by Gao Jiaming's seductive gaze, snorted. "How can this be satisfying? But seriously, it really hurts down there..." Gao Jiaming's lips brushed against Zhao Gang's ear, his breath hot as he deliberately spoke, "It's all swollen from your big dick." Hearing this, Zhao Gang's mind went blank, and his slightly swollen penis hardened instantly. Seeing the dense trees and the absence of others, he wrapped his strong arm tightly around Gao Jiaming, staring at him, and said, "You're trying to seduce me again." He pressed his crotch against Gao Jiaming's groin, secretly applying pressure. Gao Jiaming gazed at Zhao Gang's rugged, masculine face, licked his lips, and chuckled, "Right." He boldly slipped his hand inside Zhao Gang's athletic shorts, cupping and kneading the hot, hard thing through his underwear.

"Damn..." Zhao Gang groaned comfortably. He felt like a naive young man experiencing his first stirrings of desire, his blood boiling from Gao Jiaming's casual teasing. Gao Jiaming's cool hand cupped the thick rod inside the cotton underwear, making him feel a mix of tingling, itching, and pleasure, making him want to immediately subdue this shameless brat. He tossed aside the bamboo pole and straw hat, his large hands kneading Gao Jiaming's soft flesh, breathing heavily, his eyes filled with rising, burning desire. "Brother, do you want it?" Gao Jiaming breathed into Zhao Gang's ear, one hand slipping inside his vest to caress his broad, muscular back, while the other continued to tease his already erect penis, his fingers rubbing the tip that was beginning to secrete precum. Zhao Gang pressed Gao Jiaming tightly against his chest, his breath hot as he said, "What do you think?" "Brother, you're really easy to tease." Gao Jiaming laughed as he slid down, casually pulling down his athletic shorts along with his army green boxer shorts. Looking at the massive black penis that sprang out, he happily grasped it, then brought it to his mouth and licked it. It still carried the strong scent of last night's indulgence; the purplish-red glans was full and smooth, clear precum flowing from the urethral opening, the thick shaft covered with bulging veins, and below the base was a dense patch of coarse, black pubic hair, connecting to two large testicles, like a thick, black cannon. Gao Jiaming stroked Zhao Gang's taut thigh with one hand, sucking and licking his large penis, swallowing it in and out like he was eating an ice pop. Although Gao Jiaming had already sucked his penis last night, seeing the black shaft going in and out of his mouth now filled Zhao Gang with even greater excitement and stimulation.

"Oh... kid, haven't you been wanting to suck my dick like this for a long time?" Zhao Gang said in a rough voice, pressing one hand on Gao Jiaming's soft hair. "Mmm... mmm..." Gao Jiaming raised his eyes, staring at Zhao Gang and moaning, unable to respond with his mouth full of the big dick. "I know all about your little tricks. That time when I was taking a shower, weren't you hiding in the side peeping and masturbating?" Damn it, his dick was rock hard back then because of Zhao Gang's gaze. So he knew! Gao Jiaming was shocked, his face flushed as he sucked even harder. "And he stole my underwear..." Zhao Gang continued, "He deliberately put a gay DVD in my drawer..." So he knew everything?! "That time when I was on a business trip, he groped me in the middle of the night and ejaculated on me... If I hadn't had good self-control, I would have fucked you long ago." The more Zhao Gang spoke, the more excited he became, his dick grew even bigger, and he thrust his dick in and out of Gao Jiaming's mouth. He ripped off his vest and tossed it aside, then lifted Gao Jiaming up and forcefully kissed him. He unbuckled Gao Jiaming's belt, pulled down his pants, and his hands scurried down to his firm buttocks. One hand slid between his buttocks, feeling the noticeably swollen area, and expertly inserted a finger. "Ugh..." Gao Jiaming cried out, his mouth muffled, a mixture of pain and excitement. He pressed his hands against Zhao Gang's back, rubbing himself against him, feeling the hot, thick thing pressing against him—it was fucking stimulating. "You've been fucked several times last night, and you're still so tight." Zhao Gang felt his fingers being tightly gripped, wet and hot inside, the folds of the rectum clinging to his fingers, sucking them like a small mouth.

This is killing me, this is killing me! He ripped off Gao Jiaming's t-shirt, looked at him, and then, holding Gao Jiaming who was clinging to him like an octopus, panting heavily, walked to a relatively flat patch of grass. He spread out his clothes, then lay down first, looking at the blushing Gao Jiaming and saying, "Sit on top." He then grasped his large penis and demanded. Gao Jiaming pulled down his pants, straddled Zhao Gang's body, frowned, bit his lip, spread his buttocks with both hands, and slowly squatted down, his anus probing the glans of Zhao Gang's large penis. "Ugh... I'm going to die..." The gradual swelling made Gao Jiaming involuntarily cry out. Looking down at Zhao Gang's large penis, disappearing inch by inch into his body, the visual lewdness and shame gave him an extreme, intoxicating pleasure. And this position was so lewd, just like an adult film actress. "Damn...that feels so good! You're a natural slut." Zhao Gang was really enjoying it and couldn't help but yell, saying, "Move yourself." He looked at Gao Jiaming's fair and lean body, his heart burning with pain. Gao Jiaming glanced at him shyly, then supported himself on Zhao Gang's upper body with both hands, thrusting his large penis up and down. He couldn't help but let out a cry when he reached the deepest point, his eyebrows furrowed, and he was panting heavily. When he reached the base, he couldn't help but shake his hips a few times, feeling that hot, thick, hard thing churning inside him. Zhao Gang touched Gao Jiaming's smooth body with one hand and rubbed Gao Jiaming's swaying penis with the other, moving involuntarily with the rhythm of Gao Jiaming's up and down movements.

His testicles slapped against Gao Jiaming's buttocks with a slapping sound. He had never thought that one day he would have sex with someone in this kind of wild place, and with a man no less. Although few people came here, there were always exceptions, but this slight worry only made him more excited. The thought that someone might be hiding somewhere, spying on him, gave him a perverse thrill. He rolled over, pinning the exhausted Gao Jiaming beneath him, lifting his legs and pressing them above his body, making his buttocks stick up high. Then, his large, semen-covered penis smoothly thrust into the swollen, red, and erotic anus, panting heavily as he pumped in and out.

"Ugh... I'm dying... I'm dying..." Gao Jiaming shook his head, and after being pounded by Zhao Gang about a hundred times, he masturbated, yelling as he ejaculated. The slightly thin semen gushed from his urethra, emitting a fishy, pungent smell. Zhao Gang, his heart pounding with excitement, pressed down on Gao Jiaming's legs, panting heavily. After thrusting about a hundred times, he pressed down, tightly embracing Gao Jiaming, his large buttocks heaving violently a few times, groaning as he ejaculated… Lost in pleasure, the two were unaware that behind a large tree not far away, a man in his fifties was watching them intently, one hand inside his pants, his eyes burning with lust…! "

Why did it take you so long to come back? The old man came back by himself," Zhao's mother, who was washing clothes in the yard, said casually as Gao Jiaming and Zhao Gang entered the courtyard. Gao Jiaming's tender face flushed. Hearing Zhao Gang say, "Hmm, he went for a walk in the mountains. Where's Dad?" "Drinking tea inside? That old geezer came in without a sound, I don't know what's wrong with him," Zhao's mother grumbled. "Let's go inside and rest for a bit." Zhao Gang said, trying to step inside, but his sharp-eyed mother noticed a large patch of dirt on the back of his vest and said, "Da Gang, why is your vest so dirty? Take it off quickly, and Mom will wash it for you." Turning to Xiao Gao, she frowned and said, "Godson, why do you look so weak? Are you tired from climbing the mountain? You city kids are so useless. Go inside and rest." Xiao Gao grunted, rolled his eyes at Zhao Gang, who was taking off his vest and smiling at him, thinking: It's all because of your son. But how come he has such a good body! Damn it, he's seducing me again! Glancing at Zhao Gang's tanned and muscular upper body, Xiao Gao swallowed hard and quickly went inside.

"This child, why is his face so red? City kids are so shy, they can't be told what to do, they get embarrassed!" Zhao's mother judged to herself. Zhao Gang smiled inwardly, handed his vest to Zhao's mother, and then followed her into the house. Inside the house, Zhao Qingshan (Zhao's father) was sitting on the sofa, flipping through a book. Tucked inside was a yellowed photograph of two young men of similar age. Behind his reading glasses, a barely perceptible tenderness shone in his eyes. His fingers traced the face of the smiling young man on the left. As Xiao Gao and the others entered, he immediately closed the book, looked up, and said, "You're back." "Um, godfather, we couldn't find you?" Xiao Gao said guiltily. Zhao Qingshan's eyes flickered behind his glasses. He looked at Zhao Gang, who was shirtless, and said casually, "I took a long way; I probably missed you." "Then you must call me tomorrow." "Okay, Xiao Gao, go upstairs and wash up first. I need to talk to Da Gang about something." Zhao Qingshan stood up and said.

"Okay." Gao Jiaming glanced at Zhao Gang, sensing something was off about Zhao's father today. He replied and went upstairs. "Dad, what do you want to tell me?" Zhao Gang also felt that his father seemed a bit off today. His eyes seemed to hold something, not his usual calm demeanor. Zhao Qingshan waited for Zhao Gang to enter the room and said, "Close the door first." So secretive! Zhao Gang frowned, closed the door, walked to a chair in the study, and sat down. He saw Zhao Qingshan stuff a book into a drawer before turning back to look at him. After a while, he finally spoke, "Gangzi, what's going on between you and Xiao Gao?" Zhao Gang was startled, but having been a policeman for many years, he remained calm. He considered for a moment how much Zhao Qingshan knew about him and Xiao Gao, quickly eliminating several possibilities, and then Zhao Gang had a better understanding.

A blush crept across Zhao Gang's face as he stared at Zhao Qingshan and asked, "Dad, you saw it all?" He spoke with certainty. No wonder he and Xiao Gao went to the reservoir to look for him but couldn't find him, and they didn't run into him on the way either. They shouldn't have indulged in a moment of pleasure; he'd discovered them so early, and in that kind of way. Zhao Qingshan remained noncommittal, his face still expressionless, but his gaze behind his glasses was extremely sharp, mixed with a complex and indescribable expression. "You're a married man. How can you do this to Zhang Yun, to Xiao Gao? And if your mother finds out, how heartbroken will she be?" Although Zhao Qingshan's tone was calm, his words weighed heavily on Zhao Gang's heart. He hadn't been unaware of the question, but he couldn't control himself; it was all that kid's fault for being so tempting. "Dad, I understand all this. I'm not just playing around with Xiao Gao. If Zhang Yun is willing, I'll ask for a divorce." Zhao Gang only now realized how much he cared about Xiao Gao, and clearly, he considered him his top priority. "I didn't know you've always liked men?" Zhao Qingshan frowned; these words seemed familiar, as if that man had said something similar before. "I don't like men. I like Xiao Gao," Zhao Gang said firmly. History always repeats itself. For a moment, Zhao Qingshan was in a daze, the Zhao Gang before him overlapping with the shadow of another man—the similar face and unwavering tone were identical. Only the time, place, and object had changed. "You love him? What about Zhang Yun?" Zhao Qingshan couldn't help but ask, as if he had asked that man the same question years ago. "Yes, I love him. As for Zhang Yun, I can only say that I once loved her, but now, we only have the bond of husband and wife," Zhao Gang said honestly, though somewhat irresponsibly towards Zhang Yun.

"You…" Zhao Qingshan stared at Zhao Gang for a long time with complicated emotions, finally sighing deeply, looking exhausted, and said, "Go out first, I need to think it over." Zhao Gang got up and took a few steps, hearing Zhao Qingshan say behind him, "Da Gang, whatever you do, you must be true to your conscience…" Zhao Gang paused, his lips moved, but he didn't say anything. He reached out, opened the door, and went out. Zhao Qingshan took the book out of the drawer again, flipped to the photo, and said softly to the person in the picture, "Brother Hu, how did things turn out like this again..." He silently looked at the smiling, honest-looking person, his eyes welling up with tears... "Sweetie, your smile is so sweet, like flowers blooming in the spring breeze, blooming in the spring breeze... Ah, hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee, cold ah cold pain ah pain hum ah hum... Ha, quickly use the nunchucks, hum hum ha hee..." As soon as Zhao went upstairs, he heard someone in the bathroom singing happily. The originally gloomy mood in his heart was greatly relieved by the cheerful singing. He pushed the door open and saw a person with white flesh standing under the shower, humming and laughing as he scrubbed himself.

This kid, he doesn't even close the door when he takes a shower. He slammed the door shut, startling Xiao Gao, who covered his private parts with a towel and exclaimed, "What... are you doing?" "Taking a shower." Zhao Gang bent down and pulled down his pants. "But... but... I'm showering?" Damn it, it's not like he hasn't seen him naked before, and they just had sex in the wild, why is he so nervous? "You shower, I'll shower. We've showered in the bathhouse before, haven't we?" Zhao Gang suppressed a laugh, squeezed in, pressed himself against Xiao Gao's side, and touched his upper body. The water spraying from the showerhead ran down his smooth skin, over his strong chest, slightly protruding belly, black pubic hair, and his long, black penis, then down his thick thighs and over his two beautiful feet. "You... are seducing me again?" Xiao Gao felt he had no resistance to this man, his eyes darting over him, even though his anus was still throbbing from being fucked. "It seems like you were the one who seduced me from the beginning." Zhao Gang scooped Xiao Gao up and pulled him into his arms, bringing his face close to Xiao Gao's flushed face. He slipped one hand into Xiao Gao's buttocks, touching the obviously swollen area, and said, "Is this clean?" "You pervert!" Xiao Gao grabbed his groping hand and glared at him, "Don't tell me you want more. How can you have so much energy? You can handle it, but I can't." Xiao Gao's heart pounded, feeling his erection swelling again, and Zhao Gang, wet with water, looked incredibly alluring. "You're just saying that." Zhao Gang yanked away the towel Xiao Gao wasn't holding onto, pinching his already swollen penis and laughing, "Look, it's hard here!" "Ugh...you're so lewd..." Xiao Gao was still enjoying it, as Zhao Gang's large hand rubbed his penis together with his own. "You just like my lust, don't you?" Zhao Gang's lust was brewing, feeling as if he couldn't get enough of the person in front of him. He kneaded their intertwined genitals with his large hand and pressed his lips to Gao Jiaming's. "Gang, I...want..." Gao Jiaming groaned breathlessly after a while.

"Want what? Want to eat my big dick?" Zhao Gang raised an eyebrow, teasingly smiling. "I...want...to fuck you once!" Gao Jiaming said. "Want to fuck me?" Zhao Gang confirmed with a smile. "Yes, I want to fuck you, I really want to fuck you. If you dare say you have a problem with it, I'll fuck my ass until it's swollen." Gao Jiaming looked fierce, but with Zhao Gang kneading his dick and panting, the effect was somewhat weakened. "Okay, I have no problem with it." Zhao Gang felt that he truly loved him. He had never insisted on who was on top or bottom, although subconsciously he was somewhat resistant. But if the other person was him, he didn't care what he did. "Ah...you really?" Zhao Gang agreed so readily that Gao Jiaming was taken aback. Realizing what was happening, he pushed Zhao Gang to the ground without a word and whispered, "Hurry up, hurry up!" "You're just like a restless monkey!" Zhao Gang chuckled, the cold floor tiles irritating his back. "You're the monkey, your whole family are monkeys...pfft, no, only you're a monkey!" Little Gao glared at Zhao Gang, lifting his legs. Water sprayed onto the floor splattered onto both of them, filling the bathroom with a misty steam...!

"You're so lewd here!" Little Gao touched Zhao Gang's buttocks, focusing on the dark red fleshy opening, watching it contract under his touch, and laughed. Zhao Gang's large penis throbbed with the contractions of his anus, clear fluid flowing from the bright red urethral opening. "Hurry up!" Zhao Gang urged, afraid that if they washed too long, his mother would come to check on them. "Haha, you're really impatient, so eager to be fucked by me?" Xiao Gao, having gotten the better deal, feigned innocence, supporting his penis as he thrust it in. However, Zhao Gang's entrance was too tight; after only half a bit inside, both of them groaned in pain. "Too tight, let's get something to lubricate it first?" Zhao Gang felt a sharp pain, and sweat broke out. It turned out that being fucked wasn't so pleasant at first. "Who told you my penis is so big?" Xiao Gao didn't forget to boast, pulling out his aching glans, standing up, grabbing a bottle of shower gel, squeezing some into his hand, and rubbing it into Zhao Gang's buttocks.

"Hmph..." Zhao Gang groaned, his thick brows furrowed. He felt a slender, cool finger from Xiao Gao slip into his rectum, a strange sensation. It felt like his anus was blocked, his lower abdomen bloated. As Xiao Gao withdrew his finger, he breathed a sigh of relief, only to have something thicker push in, causing a distinct pain and an indescribable sensation, slowly sliding in. When their bodies were pressed tightly together, Xiao Gao cried out in satisfaction and pleasure, "Brother, your anus is so tight, so hot, so wet and soft, so wonderful!" Zhao Gang blushed and muttered, "You brat, hurry up!" "Coming!" Xiao Gao hoisted Zhao Gang's legs onto his shoulders, gripped his strong waist, and began to slowly thrust in and out. One thrust after another, accompanied by soft slapping sounds, Zhao Gang felt something hot and hard making piston-like movements inside his anus. After the initial pain, a strange pleasure flowed through his body, his crotch throbbed, and the inner walls of his rectum twitched slightly from the friction of the penis. "Brother, is it good? I'm fucking you so good!" Xiao Gao was already ecstatic, feeling an extremely hot and intoxicating wetness from the strong male body beneath him. He realized that fucking and being fucked felt completely different, and this person was someone he had long admired. The unparalleled satisfaction intensified his pleasure several times over. "Mmm... ah..." Zhao Gang suppressed the moans that were about to escape his throat, enduring Xiao Gao's increasingly intense thrusts. One hand couldn't help but slide down to his crotch, grasping the exceptionally hard penis and stroking it up and down. Just as the two were getting really into it, they heard a knock on the door and a voice calling out, "Godson, are you in there?" It was Zhao Ma! Xiao Gao was startled and stopped thrusting, but his penis was still deeply inserted into Zhao Gang's anus, throbbing. "Ugh... I'm in there!" "Where's Da Gang?" "He's... taking a shower in there too?" Xiao Gao felt incredibly excited at this moment and couldn't help but start moving again. Zhao Gang frowned and glared at him, but the rising lust in his heart made him uncomfortable. "This kid, isn't there someone else downstairs? Why do you have to squeeze in to shower together? Hurry up and shower, dinner's about to be served..." Zhao Ma's voice faded into the distance. Xiao Gao chuckled, gripped Zhao Gang's strong waist, and thrust faster and deeper. "Damn... that feels so good! Brother, you feel good too, right?" Xiao Gao felt his penis was already very sore and swollen, clearly about to ejaculate. "You brat, harder... harder... mmm..." Zhao Gang, his eyes half-closed, vigorously stroked his penis. Before a stream of hot semen shot into his anus, he groaned and ejaculated first, streams of white semen gushing from his urethra and landing on himself. "Brother... I'm coming too... oh..." At the same time, Xiao Gao, whose penis was suddenly squeezed, also cried out in pleasure, shooting his long-awaited semen deep into Zhao Gang's convulsing anus. The intense pleasure overwhelmed his reason like a tide, leaving only a blank, confused state... When Zhao Meng returned home, he unexpectedly brought someone back with him, or rather, they met on the way. When Gao Jiaming, who was immersed in their passionate lovemaking, saw the tall woman stepping out of the Mercedes, his face turned pale, and Zhao Gang's expression darkened. Zhao Qingshan, however, remained as calm as a mountain. Apart from Zhao's mother and Zhao Meng, who were unaware of what had happened, the two were genuinely happy. Zhao Ma usually had some complaints about her daughter-in-law, but she seemed very happy when Zhang Yun arrived. After all, this city girl was impeccable in both appearance and manners, except for one thing: she hadn't given her a grandson all these years.

"Sister-in-law, you're here!" Comrade Xiao Gao was obviously very friendly, although he felt quite uncomfortable inside. He took the miscellaneous bags Zhang Yun took out of the car and smiled, though somewhat reluctantly. "Yes, Xiao Gao!" Zhang Yun was no stranger to Xiao Gao. Back then, it was Xiao Gao's father who had arranged her marriage with Zhao Meng. In fact, she had known Xiao Gao longer than Zhao Gang, and she always treated him like a younger brother. "It's been a few days. You've gotten so rosy-cheeked. Did Mom's special dishes nourish you a lot?" Zhang Yun joked, cleverly noticing Zhao Gang's less-than-ideal expression, and teased Xiao Gao while trying to cheer up Zhao Ma. "Hehe, yes!" Xiao Gao laughed happily, but his heart was filled with bitterness. He hadn't really thought that getting involved with Zhao Gang would be unfair to Zhang Yun, but now that Zhang Yun was here, a wave of guilt washed over him. The thought that he wouldn't be able to sleep with Zhao Gang tonight, and the inability to stop himself from imagining those explicit scenes between the couple, made him feel a sharp pain and utter helplessness. "I'm so happy you're here, and you even brought so many things!" Zhao's mother laughed happily, taking Zhang Yun's hand. "It's nothing much, my brother-in-law is getting married, and as his sister-in-law, I wanted to show my appreciation," Zhang Yun said with a smile, glancing at Zhao Gang. "Hehe, let's go inside and talk, you must be tired from the journey," Zhao's mother said, pulling Zhang Yun inside. Xiao Gao, carrying his things, glanced at Zhao Gang, who hadn't uttered a sound, sighed inwardly, and went inside as well… "Why are you here?" Zhao Gang, sitting on the bed smoking, looked at Zhang Yun, who was wearing a bathrobe and drying her wet hair, and asked. "What, not welcome?" Zhang Yun looked at him amusedly. If it weren't for saving face for him, she wouldn't have abandoned a multi-million dollar case to come to this poor mountain village. It's not like they're short of money; she just couldn't understand why the old man insisted on staying in this remote mountain village. There's an old saying, "fallen leaves return to their roots." But the old man wasn't from this village, was he? Zhao Gang took a drag of his cigarette, stubbed it out in the ashtray, and Zhang Yun, who had just closed the door, sat down next to him. She wrapped an arm around his neck and breathed into his ear, "What, are you really angry? Well, here I am." She then gently kissed Zhao Gang's tense face, her body, fragrant from her recent shower, pressed against him. She pulled Zhao Gang's hand to her breast, gently kneading it through her soft, silky nightgown. "Go downstairs and get something to eat, Mom heated up some food for you!" Zhao Gang pulled his hand away and stood up, but Zhang Yun grabbed him, saying, "Zhao Gang, are you no longer interested in me?" Zhang Yun's tone was flat, tinged with a hint of grievance, as she unbuttoned her bathrobe, letting it slide down her shoulder. Thirty-year-old Zhang Yun possessed a beautiful body: smooth, fair skin, a well-proportioned figure, and her proudly firm breasts. Having just showered, her white skin had a faint pinkish tinge. Few normal men wouldn't be aroused by her body, especially when Zhang Yun was looking at him with such alluring eyes, one hand slipping inside her slightly transparent lace panties, touching the triangle of pubic hair faintly visible. Zhao Gang couldn't recall when they had last made love; he had almost forgotten what Zhang Yun's body felt like to touch. Zhao Gang was indeed somewhat aroused, but not to the point of wanting to press himself against her. "I...I'll go down first..." Zhao Gang said hoarsely, taking only one step before Zhang Yun grabbed his arm, her entire body pressing against him. Zhang Yun wasn't particularly open about sex, but she felt that if a normal, middle-aged man couldn't feel interest in his wife's body, it often indicated a problem. She was genuinely worried about this. "Gangzi, don't go." Zhang Yun slid down like a snake, pulling down Zhao Gang's shorts with both hands. Hesitantly, she took the limp, lifeless penis into her mouth. This was the first time Zhang Yun had done this. Although she felt a little resistant, it was her man's, so she didn't feel too embarrassed. The penis in her mouth swelled rapidly under her clumsy licking and sucking. Eventually, her mouth could only hold half of it. She looked up at Zhao Gang, who was staring at her with complicated eyes, smiled slightly, and licked every inch of the penis with her wet tongue. One hand slid down to the two testicles, and her heart began to heat up slightly. This was a novel experience. Although the penis in her mouth didn't taste as good as those in AV movies, the faint fishy smell gave her a strange excitement. It was completely different from the feeling of it being inserted into her vagina. Saliva that she couldn't swallow dripped from the corners of her mouth, and her tongue gently circled the coronal sulcus.

[To be continued]

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