[BL Fanfiction] Stairwell

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"Damn!" I slammed the last basketball onto the floor of the gym equipment room.

"Damn, it would be best if I was the one collecting the balls every time." But then, as if slapping myself in the face, I bent down to pick up the ball.

"Ugh, I'm going to be late for tutoring again!" I grabbed my olive-green backpack, which barely contained any books, and ran towards the bus stop across from the school gate.

When I got to the tutoring street, there was no one around. Yeah, the school bus had just left after I finished collecting the balls, and I'd have to wait ages for the bus. By the time I got to the tutoring center, class would have already been in session for ages! I kept grumbling to myself. I grabbed a scallion pancake and a large iced milk tea and headed towards the tutoring building. Oh well, I might as well not go!

So there's a place like this on the top floor... It's pretty good, except for that weirdo next door. I sat on the corner of the stairwell on the top floor, muttering to myself. Actually, I often come here. Lately, everyone in my class practices basketball after school, but I'm always the one cleaning up. The pressure of senior year is so immense; if I'm late for tutoring, I simply skip it and come to the top floor to space out, sleep, and kill time. Occasionally, I'll strip naked and secretly masturbate here, ejaculating on the yellowed whitewashed wall.

But today, out of the blue, there's someone else—a man. Okay, actually, I've been secretly observing him for a while. He looks a bit lonely, a bit disheveled, because of his stubble, the unbuttoned collar of his white shirt, and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He smokes, but he just sits quietly on the other side of the stairwell corner, smoking, spacing out, lost in thought. His elbows are resting on his bent knees, so his well-fitting suit pants are taut, revealing his black socks. But I don't understand why his cheeks are so red, like they're burning. Damn! Why am I paying so much attention to him! Since I couldn't get a nap, I opened my bag, took out a well-worn English vocabulary book, and started flipping through it while eating the scallion pancake I'd had for dinner.

"Hey, little brother." I heard a voice, a deep, resonant bass, quite pleasant.

"Here, hey."

"Huh?" I turned around.

"Here!" He waved his hand, and I realized he'd moved to another corner behind me.

"Where are you studying? X Middle School?"

"Hehe, yeah, hehe..." I knew why he was blushing; he was drinking. Realizing something was amiss, I quickly laughed it off.

"I really don't understand why he treated me like that!? You know what? Tell me!" What? What was he saying?

"I'm heartbroken!" He yelled at me like a little devil who hadn't gotten his candy. I found it kind of funny, ha!

"Oh, really? Uh, good luck." I didn't dare say anything, answering cautiously. I could have just walked away! But isn't adolescence all about being a jerk? I just wanted to see him get drunk and make a fool of himself, haha!

"Hey! Come on, drink with me!" He started grabbing his drinking buddies.

"Uh, I can't drink, haha, sorry." Hahahaha, that's probably how many "ha"s I was thinking.

"Tch! $%@&...#...*" Was he really drunk? He was babbling incoherently, I couldn't understand him.

No wonder he was heartbroken when he was this drunk, who would want to be with him in this state? I think I probably looked at him with disdain.

"Why are you doing this..." But after a few minutes of silence, he started to cry softly.

I froze.

"Hey, okay, you can always find another girlfriend, don't cry, don't cry!" I mustered up my courage and patted his back hard, hmm, a very firm but fleshy back.

"What do you know! I was planning to get married..." Since he was drunk, I figured saying anything more wouldn't help.

He's a cute guy, haha, at least cute when he's drunk.

"Hey, I should go now, take care, bye!" I grabbed my bag, stood up, and planned to leave quickly.

Unexpectedly.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" I stumbled and fell forward, but I immediately realized I hadn't fallen.

I was pinned down by that crazy drunkard.

"Don't go..." He's just a suited office worker! Why is he so strong and big?!

He forcefully flipped me over, and we faced each other. After a few stiff seconds, he buried his burning head in the crook of my neck. His breath, full of the smell of alcohol, kept floating around my earlobe. I had a ticklish, tingling feeling, I couldn't describe it, but I didn't dislike it, it was a strange feeling. And I hadn't even been drinking, so why was my face starting to burn?

A few minutes later, just when I thought he had fallen asleep, he suddenly sat up, leaned over me, and slowly moved his eyes over my body, looking me over carefully. His eyes were bloodshot, but still incredibly sharp, like a leopard's. Good heavens, I felt so uneasy. A high school senior was being held captive in the arms of a drunkard, being scrutinized and played with so closely—it was so bizarre!

"You…" he uttered a sound? I was gradually drifting into a hazy state, unable to hear what he was saying.

"Huh? What…" I didn't have time to utter the last word before his lips covered mine.

So hot…so wet and slippery…his tongue kept burrowing into my mouth, entwining with mine; his lips held mine. He seductively used his tongue to hook mine, licking his lips. I don't know where I got the courage, but I reached out and clumsily licked all the way to his teeth. He groaned, probably unable to bear my lack of skill.

He suddenly wrapped his arms around my back, pulling me up, his left hand pressing my head down so he could kiss me more deeply; his right hand began frantically unbuttoning his shirt, his trousers, and my high school uniform.

"Th-what's the...what's going on now?" I could only manage these broken sentences as he pulled away from my mouth.

"Not really..." It was a completely ambiguous answer!

He tried to pull down my blue sports underwear, oh my god, how embarrassing! I got hard, I resisted, I didn't want him to take it off. And he seemed to have given up on taking off my underwear, I breathed a sigh of relief. But then he suddenly started licking my testicles through my underwear with his tongue. I should have resisted! I should have!

But I didn't.

I put my hands behind my back, thrusting out my smelly triangle, and he kept biting and licking my underwear and indirectly sucking my penis. Soon my tight-fitting sports underwear was soaked through from his licking, I couldn't help but gasp, my face felt so hot and red.

"Take it off, lie down." He said again.

"Okay." I actually did it!

I lay there stiffly, he lowered his head, and slowly traced the tip of his tongue across my nipple, I instantly felt an electric shock.

"Pink...ha..." he uttered obscene words as he licked.

"Ah...ah..." His tongue traced the tip of my penis, gently probing inside, while his hands occasionally pinched my testicles. I couldn't help but grip his shoulders tightly.

"Ah!" He suddenly took my entire penis into his mouth. It felt so good...the wet, warm touch, the vacuum-like suction, I felt so good I wanted to ejaculate. His tongue continued to entwine around the head of my penis, the tip slowly tracing the coronal sulcus, then withdrawing the penis before taking it all in at once; the vigorous sucking filled the stairwell with obscene sounds, and I couldn't help but moan softly. Hearing my moans, he licked even more vigorously, even using his fingers to probe my anus.

"Ah!" I screamed.

I felt a strange pleasure of being controlled, mastered, and dominated by my master. Oh my god, so this is what it feels like to have a finger inserted into your anus? My penis became even harder, standing erect in the air, swaying back and forth, making me want to take it all in my mouth.

He stood up and pulled down his pants, which had fallen to his ankles, but he didn't take off his black stockings. His shirt was all unbuttoned, but he didn't take it off either.

"Come here and suck."

I obeyed his command like a servant, obediently licking his already hard penis. It was really big, much bigger than mine, and the color was so dark, almost black. The large glans looked like an egg, enough to fill a mouthful. I gently brushed the glans with my tongue, and he began to moan.

"So good..." His deep voice was filled with intense desire. His buttocks involuntarily pushed against my throat.

His shirt had a faint scent of cologne, which mingled with a subtle, almost imperceptible, sweaty smell, creating an extremely alluring musky fragrance that lured anyone near his large penis to open their mouth and let him penetrate. So delicious, I love eating his penis.

"Spit it out," he said.

"Mmm..." I uttered my agreement. I immediately spat it out.

His large, wet, silvery penis looked even bigger and more powerful under the dim light of the stairwell, the purplish-red glans hardening even more under my mouth. He took off his slightly scented shirt, rolled it into strips, and tied my hands behind my back. I was startled, but I roughly knew what he was going to do.

"Relax."

"Mmm..."

I was very nervous, my body trembling. He must have sensed it; he hesitated to insert his three fingers further into my anus. After adjusting for more than ten minutes, he slowly inserted his saliva into my vagina.

"Ah..." I cried out, startled by the sudden fullness.

"What's wrong?"

"N-nothing! It feels good," I mumbled incoherently.

He began to thrust rhythmically, holding me as I sat against him, while he thrust his large penis upwards from below.

"Ahhh!"

"Did you hit it? Ha!" This is what you call hitting it? Is he really drunk? How can he still be so sober?!

I felt a tingling, pleasurable sensation, a feeling that's hard to describe, like urinating, but not quite, like ejaculating, but not quite either. He changed positions again, and we both lay on our sides on the stairwell floor, him violently piston-like from behind. The speed was fast, so fast that his thighs slammed against my buttocks, making a series of sounds.

"Hit, hit it... ahhh..." I couldn't help but tremble, it was unbearable.

"Ahhh..."

"Is it good?" he asked.

"Good, good..."

"Ahhh! Too fast, too fast!" His thrusting speed increased, each one hitting the spot he mentioned squarely.

"You're so tight... so good..."

"..." I was speechless.

"I'm going to shoot!"

"Ugh... um..." My glans started to leak a lot of clear, white fluid, my whole body went limp and hot.

"Um, um!" After a series of rapid thrusts, he forcefully pressed against my wet, hot flesh. I vaguely felt waves of hot, gushing fluid shooting into my body.

After a long while.

"Are you awake?"

"Hey! Are you awake?"

"Ah!?" I woke up with a start and yelled.

"It's so late, don't you need to go home?" He seemed to have sobered up as well.

"Uh, ah?"

"You should go home! Are you sober now, little brother!" He looked at me irritably.

"Oh, oh, I fell asleep." I nodded blankly.

"Come here." He beckoned me closer.

"Your hair is messy." He brushed aside my short bangs.

"Are you hungry?"

"Uh..." I was starving!!

"Haha, let's go, I'll take you to get some late-night snacks,"

"Oh, okay." When did I get dressed? Did he help me?

"Hurry up if you want to eat!" He called back to me after walking down a few steps.

"Okay—okay."

I started walking to catch up with him, his leather shoes clicking on the stairs. I listened quietly behind him until we left the building.

"Remember to bring an extra set of clothes next time you practice." He suddenly said as the light turned red.

"Huh?" It's almost the end of winter, and this should be the last rain, right?

"You smell so much sweaty, kid."

"Oh! Please! I change into my uniform for practice! My uniform doesn't smell!" I grabbed his collar and sniffed it. It really did smell a bit. Ah, a high school student, huh?

The rain was getting heavier, and the air conditioning in the car was blasting out a chill. I rubbed my arms and buttoned up the second button of my lemon-yellow uniform jacket. I was cold.

"There's a jacket in the back." He pointed to the back seat.

"Oh." This was the umpteenth time I'd put on this jacket.

That night, I was starving. I had an egg pancake, a meat bun, a rice ball, and a fried dough stick with sesame flatbread. After that, I finished with a large glass of iced soy milk. He didn't say anything, just smiled and watched me, casually eating what I ordered. I took a bite of the meat bun, and he took another bite, eating away the bite mark I left on it. I actually felt a little embarrassed at that moment.

"Where should we go?" Damn! I was won over by that late-night snack.

"What do you think?"

"The same place as last time?"

"You like it?"

"Oh, it's alright, how about we go there?"

"Okay."

"It's a bit far from your house, won't your mom scold you if you get home late?" His gaze was fixed on the distant car lights, without turning his head.

"Hey, it's okay, it shouldn't be too late."

"You said it."

"What are you laughing at?" Someone's lips curled up slightly.

"I'm not, haha, kid." Then he started grinning.

"Kids are such a hassle, their schedules are all over the place, sigh~." He deliberately sighed heavily.

"..."

"Hello, sir!"

"Rest."

Huh? I never really dared to look the young lady in the eye; she might recognize us. Last time, she was in uniform with that old-faced guy next to her, checking into a room.

The white sedan slowly drove into the somewhat narrow driveway. 601, yes, this is it. I watched him lean on the back of the seat with one hand, turning his head to reverse. Some fine wrinkles appeared on his forehead. I knew he was an old-faced guy!

"Hey, take your backpack." He stood by the open car door, clutching my shriveled backpack.

"No need, it doesn't have much in it anyway, hahaha." I wanted to get up and lie down on the bed as soon as possible! Who cares about the backpack!

"I'll take it for you, and take the bag with your jersey up too, you can rinse it off while you're at it." "Oh, okay, thanks." I was unlocking the door with my key.

Suddenly, I heard two bags fall to the ground beside my feet, and felt a warm breath on my back.

"Hey, your breath isn't very good today." He stood behind me, his lips gently whispering in my ear, his breath softly blowing.

"Mmm..."

His hand slipped under his uniform hem and inside his shirt, his index finger and thumb pinching my nipple. His tongue skillfully licked back and forth along my earlobe, then suddenly he took my earlobe into his mouth. I felt weak, and he half-pushed, half-carried me to open the door and led me into the room.

"Ah, don't you need to shower? Didn't you say you smelled sweaty?"

"You smell great, lie down." He didn't look up, licking and kissing my neck.

"Ah..." I couldn't help but moan every time he licked above my collarbone.

As if encouraged, he suddenly sat up, a few fine lines appearing at the corners of his handsome double eyelids. He half-closed his eyes, looking at my upper body. Then, we quickly took off our shirts. His pectoral muscles were so much bigger than mine, and his skin wasn't very dark—I was darker than him—nor did he have such defined abdominal muscles as I did. He once said that youth is wonderful, with a fast metabolism and low body fat.

He always had a faint, mixed scent of perfume, which I couldn't quite describe, a warm ginger scent, like wood, very reassuring.

He pressed down and began to gently rub my lips against mine.

He suddenly seemed several times larger, and I felt like the entire room was filled with his presence. My nipples were pinched until they were a bright red, and his tongue gradually moved downwards, tracing the shallow cleavage between my chests, not forgetting to lightly tease my already very sensitive nipples with the tip of his tongue. Then to my abs, and then to my not-so-dense lower abdomen.

"Where do you want me to lick?" He tilted his head slightly, staring at me as he asked.

"Huh?" I couldn't react to his question at all.

"Where do you want me to lick?" Damn! He's doing this on purpose! As he spoke, he rubbed his thumb against my already wet urethra.

"Ah! Mm..." I could only gasp and moan.

He picked up a narrow black tie that was lying to the side and wrapped it around my back, lightly binding it. Then he took my penis into his mouth. His tongue licked back and forth along the groove where the glans met the shaft. It was so sensitive that I almost pushed his head away several times, but just as I was about to do so, I remembered that my hands were tied.

I couldn't resist. It felt so good, but I couldn't help it. I wanted to stop, but I couldn't. I started to writhe.

"Be good."

"Ah, ah..." In the end, I could only let out empty, trembling whispers.

"Come on, get off the bed." He helped me up and shooed me off the bed.

He pulled down his iron-gray suit trousers, leaving him in only a pair of tight-fitting gray boxer shorts. He sat on the edge of the bed like a newly crowned king.

"Come and lick."

"Okay..." Ahhh! I still feel so ashamed! It's not the first time I've done this, but why am I so obedient?

The room was filled with the sounds of sucking and licking. I used the tip of my tongue to lick his underwear wet, following the shape of his penis. It was so big, the glans like an egg, making my salivary glands secrete even more, just so I could taste that slightly musky glans.

"Is it okay now?" I looked up and asked him.

He didn't answer, but slightly lifted his buttocks and took off his underwear, throwing it aside.

I immediately leaned in, my tongue darting into the urethral opening.

"Damn! So good!" He only sounded excited at times like this.

I licked the glans and the frenulum of his penis like I was eating a lollipop, my bound hands occasionally squeezing his heavy testicles, as if he could ejaculate a lot of thick semen onto my face at any moment. I suddenly took the entire glans into my mouth. It was so big that I could only hold the glans and used the little space left to make piston-like movements.

"Faster, faster." He closed his eyes passionately, placed his hands on my head, and tried to push his huge penis further into my throat.

But I really couldn't do it anymore. I suddenly spat out the huge glans and took a deep breath. As if he knew I had tried my best, he sat up slightly, patted my back with his right hand, and even touched my short hair.

"Come on, lie down." He carried me to the soft bed and made me lie face down on the bed.

"Ah!" He was actually licking there!

His tongue, like a snake, gently burrowed into my hole, licking and stimulating it in circles. It was so sensitive there that I couldn't help but tremble, my buttocks contracting tightly inward. My hands, placed in front of my head, clenched into fists, and my teeth clenched tightly.

"Scream louder! Does it feel good!" After he finished speaking, he immediately inserted a knuckle of his middle finger into my hole.

"Ah! So good, so good!" My voice was filled with the stimulation of that finger invading me.

"Want something to be inserted into you?" he said, taking out a prepared probe from his briefcase and pouring it onto my anus. A cool sensation made me tremble again. Then he inserted his entire middle finger, the tight, wet intestinal walls immediately gripping it, making it impossible for him to pull out.

"Damn, you're so tight inside, you won't let me pull out." As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately shoved his index finger in as well.

"Ah!" My entire buttocks thrust forward instantly, unable to bear the sudden intrusion.

"Feels good, huh?" he asked teasingly.

"Mmm...it feels good..." I responded weakly and incoherently.

"Want something to be inserted into you?" He was inserting a third finger, constantly thrusting it in and out of my rectum.

The opening widened with each insertion, and slowly contracted back into the tight opening as the finger withdrew, dripping excess lubricant from time to time.

"I'm going to put it in, aren't I?"

I didn't even need to say anything. He pressed himself onto the bed, leaning against my back, breathing heavily in my ear. I felt a hot, burning penis rubbing against my buttocks.

"I want to put it in..."

"Okay, okay..." Before I could finish,

his large glans forced its way into my rectum. The feeling of being stretched to its limit instantly spread throughout my body, followed by a tingling, numbing pleasure. That kind of rapid, tingling pleasure.

"Ahhh!" I screamed in pleasure.

"Damn! So tight!" he yelled, thrusting forward forcefully.

His thick, hairy legs held my legs firmly, his sexy buttocks rising and falling rapidly, violently slamming into my hips with such force that the room echoed with slapping sounds. The bed rose and

fell with the rapid thrusting. My forehead was covered in sweat, my body was soaked, and so was his.

He pressed his upper body tightly against my back, wrapped his arms around my chest, and hugged me tightly, followed by another round of frenzied thrusting. He deliberately bit my shoulders lightly, leaving teeth marks of varying depths on both sides.

"Does it feel good?" He thrust forward even harder.

"It feels so good!" My wet, hot rectum gripped his scalding cock tightly, the undulating folds inside grinding against the hard, egg-sized glans.

"Again! Again!" I screamed wildly.

He buried his head in my neck, his cock first quickly withdrawing, leaving only a small section of the glans at the entrance, then immediately plunging it all the way into my wet, hot anus. The sound of flesh hitting flesh grew louder with each thrust.

I began to feel a strong urge to urinate, but it wasn't quite like urination; it was thick, heavy, and I absolutely had to. My cheeks must have been burning hot; I felt like my whole body was boiling. His penis, pressed against the bed, grew harder and harder, and my moans trembled more and more.

"Want to cum?" he asked, panting.

"Yes, ah!" I couldn't speak clearly from the thrusting.

He thrust in and out even faster, his enormous glans seemingly growing larger, stretching my intestinal walls to their limit.

"I...I want to cum..." A wave of intense pleasure, like an impending climax, washed over me, and I cried out uncontrollably. He thrust forward with all his might.

"Ah!" A massive, convulsive pleasure

surged from deep within my intestinal walls, up my buttocks, thighs, abdomen, chest, and neck, reaching my cheeks and finally my brain! He trembled as he thrust to the deepest point.

A burning sensation spread through my body, my glans throbbing, and wave after wave of white semen sprayed onto the bed.

"I'm cumming..."

"Mmm..."

We both collapsed onto the bed, speechless.

"Close your eyes."

"Why?" I rubbed my body with soap.

"Hurry up." He grabbed the showerhead.

"What?"

"To wash your hair, hurry up."

"Oh, okay."

Warm water flowed slowly from my hair over my forehead, brow bone, and down. He picked up the shampoo from the side, squeezed it into his hand, and began to wash my hair. For a moment, neither of us spoke.

"Isn't there a shower at school?" he suddenly asked.

"Why?"

"You practiced ball this morning, didn't you?"

"Yeah, so what?"

"How can I attract girls if I don't wash and dress neatly?" "I don't need to."

"What?" He picked up the showerhead, not quite hearing what I said.

"It's nothing."

"I'll help you rinse off, and you'll be dressed and ready to go soon, okay?" I nodded. "

Really, I don't need to take you to the intersection?" he questioned again from inside the car.

"Ah, I told you I didn't need to." The rain had stopped, and going to the terminal now would be just in time to catch the last bus.

"It's not good to let you take me to the intersection, it's too close to my house, I'm afraid my mom will see me." "Okay, call me when you get home." He paused for a moment, as if thinking about something, and then asked me to call him when I got home.

"Okay, okay, I got it. The car's almost here, that's all for now, bye-bye." "Okay, bye-bye." He

rolled up the window, reversed, and drove straight ahead, the white sedan gradually swallowed by the dark gray night.

"Goodbye," I said again in a voice no one could hear. [End]

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