Beijing Stories (Repost) 4

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Chapter Four.

“I just saw Lan Yu,” Liu Zheng said casually after finishing his work at the company.

“Where?” My heart skipped a beat.

“You know Liu Haiguo opened a company on a street in Beicun, right? That kid works there.
”

“Strange, he didn’t go home for the Spring Festival? Did he see you?”

“No, he seemed to be helping with computer assembly.”

“Has he called me recently?”

“Damn, at least twenty.”

“What did he say?” I asked, my eyes narrowing into slits with laughter.

“He just said he was looking for you, nothing else.” Liu Zheng laughed at my laughter: “Are you kidding
him ? I thought you were really tired of it.”

“I’m going to find that kid now and tease him some more.” I laughed even harder. I didn’t tell Liu Zheng
why I was “teasing him,” actually, I couldn’t even explain it myself.

Liu Haiguo was busy, having somehow gotten his hands on a batch of counterfeit computer parts and was busy moving boxes
and assembling them . I didn’t bother to greet him, and looked around as soon as I entered.

"Sir, looking to buy a computer?" a young man greeted me enthusiastically.

"Just browsing, I have something to discuss with your boss later."

Seeing I was someone important, the young man didn't dare talk to me any further.

"You fucking watch where you're taking this? Can't you do any work?" a typical Beijing thug
-looking　　 guy cursed.

"The boss told me to move it here." It was Lan Yu speaking; his voice wasn't loud, but his tone was firm
. It was the first time I'd ever seen him argue.

"Just put it there, and move this box over too," Liu Haiguo ordered.

"Idiot," I heard the thug mutter under his breath.

Lan Yu glanced at him, didn't say anything, turned around to get another box, and suddenly saw me.
He froze for a few seconds, then smiled.

"You two, hurry up and unpack these boxes, you can't walk around here," Liu Haiguo impatiently urged
Lan Yu and the other bespectacled boy. He turned around and saw me standing there:

"Hey! Brother Chen, what brings you here? You're a rare guest." Liu Haiguo's face immediately lit up with a smile
.

"Bringing you some business, want some?" I joked with Liu Haiguo while
glancing at Lan Yu out of the corner of my eye. He was still busy, but his eyes kept glancing in my direction, an excited
expression .

After chatting with Liu Haiguo for a while, I turned to leave. The guy seemed a little confused, not understanding
why , which I found amusing. As I was leaving, I winked at Lan Yu and pointed to my
dark blue BMW across the street.

About ten minutes later, Lan Yu ran over and quickly got into the car.

"I was afraid you'd already left," he said breathlessly. "I just happened to be passing by today, taking care of some business, now I'm free." I felt insincere

even as I spoke .
Then I asked,

"You work here? Aren't you going home for the New Year?"

"This year, another classmate and I aren't going back. His home is in Hainan, and there's not
enough , so we're not going."

We were both silent for a while. I spoke first, changing the subject:

"Did you ask your boss for leave?"

"I asked him for leave, and he said no. I said I had an emergency, and he started yelling at me. I said I quit, and then I
came out ." He said, laughing happily. I laughed too, and he said,

"Beijingers are all so hot-tempered, acting like they're so great, and they especially bully people from other places."

"Are you insulting me? I'm from Beijing!" I laughed even harder.

"I remember you said you came from out of town." He said quite seriously.

I suddenly remembered a saying: "You can't lie in front of children," and I couldn't help but laugh out loud,
not knowing if was appropriate.

Just as the car turned out of Beicun Street, Lan Yu stopped me:

"Could we go to our school? I want to change my clothes; these are my dirty work clothes."

It was a polyester cotton-padded jacket, and it was indeed very dirty.

"Only the south gate is for cars. Do you know how to get there?" he asked.

"Nanjing University and Huaqiao University are neighbors. I've been here for four years, how could I not know?"

Huaqiao University's campus is also large, but it's nowhere near as beautiful as Nanjing University's. The car stopped in front of
Building He was already inside. I was a little confused: he really was studying here. He wasn't a habitual liar;
if he didn't want me to know, he wouldn't say it. People like that are rare these days. Thinking about myself, nine and
a half out of ten things I say are lies. So what? No businessman is without guile!

When he came out again, he was completely different. Loose jeans paired with a gray-blue jacket, unbuttoned
, the collar and cuffs turned up a dark brown—the same outfit he'd worn last time.
His face was washed, and his eyebrows and forehead hair were still damp. I gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, and suddenly felt a surge between
my legs .

"I can't wear these clothes at school. I'm different from everyone else. Some international students even come to me to speak Japanese
!" He said, a little shy but also a little proud.

We kissed passionately again, just like before, masturbating and giving each other oral sex, before ejaculating separately. Afterwards,
Lan Yu lay on his side on the bed, watching the two gay pornographic
films The two young men, going at it with great enthusiasm, were quite handsome. I handed him a drink, and he
looked up at me, asking,

"Are you angry about the clothes?" His tone was apologetic.

"Do you think I'm some elementary school student, getting angry over something?" I laughed, trying to cover it up.

"I didn't mean anything by it. I was afraid you'd think I was only with you for money."

"I never thought that way." He was so innocent; I didn't know what to say.

He continued watching TV, still lying on his side. I dimmed the bedside lamp to its lowest setting,
hugged , and lay down on my side as well. My hands began to gently stroke his shoulders and chest. He
was more muscular and much sexier than before. Then I slowly slid my fingers down to the thick pubic hair in front, and his penis got hard again.
I rubbed it for a while, then slowly moved to his testicles. Further back was his anus; my fingers stopped there, and...
I started gently rubbing, then moistened my fingers with my saliva, tentatively inserting them slowly. His body
stiffened slightly, but one hand gripped my other tightly. I had already inserted my entire finger and was
slowly . I leaned close to his ear and asked,

"Does it hurt?"

He shook his head. I couldn't see his face. I turned over and took out some lubricant I had prepared beforehand, applying
a lot to my penis and then to his anus. His muscles twitched slightly.

"It's a little cold," I said, still with his back to me.

I gestured for him to lift his upper leg a little. I slowly tried to insert my penis. This
position was difficult, but he had been lying like that, so I didn't want to force him. My "thing" had
only gone in a little before it suddenly veered out. The younger guy on TV was already moaning from penetration. Lan Yu
turned his face, tense yet excited. I made him kneel on the edge of the bed with his legs spread apart, his shoulders low—the
easiest angle, especially the first time, but it looked a bit slutty. My penis slowly began to slide
in , his hands gripping the sheets tightly, without a sound. When I was fully inside, his grip
tightened, and he let out a barely audible groan. It was amazing! It wasn't just a reaction of his genitals;
his incredibly painful endurance moved me to the point of madness. I tried to thrust slowly to
lessen his initial pain. But my mind was already in disarray, and I couldn't help but cry out:

"Ah... I've thought about you every day, I've missed you so much, I've missed you so much! It's amazing! It's fucking amazing
..." I didn't care about anything else, thrusting frantically, even with enough lubricant, it was still very tight
. My hand instinctively reached for his "thing," masturbating him...

"Mmm..." he let out that suppressed sound of excitement again. Suddenly, I felt my hand was wet and slippery
, his penis trembled violently, my God! He had ejaculated before me. I followed suit, ejaculating profusely
...

We didn't shower after making love that day, leaving ourselves filthy. Unlike usual, I didn't just collapse into bed;
instead, I held him and caressed him like I would a girl.

"Does it hurt down there?" I asked softly.

"A little!" he said, turning his back to me as if to sleep.

"If you hate this, we won't do it like this anymore."

"It's fine, let's sleep." He turned off the light.

I was now certain he didn't hate anal sex, but his male pride was hurt,
like a girl losing her virginity for the first time, or even more painful. I genuinely liked him; anal sex was just a form of
sex , especially among gay men, did he understand?

This boy was too innocent, too quiet, too introverted.

With the Spring Festival approaching, the employees' morale was low, and I, the boss, had no interest in work. Lan Yu was with me almost
every day . I didn't always stay at the hotel with him; too many regular male companions would arouse suspicion
. I took him to my large two-bedroom apartment in the "temporary village." He liked it very much, saying it
was more comfortable than the hotel. I often took him out, but back then there weren't many fun places in Beijing. We'd just go to
the "disco" in restaurants, go karaoke, bowling, saunas, or swimming.
A wicked thought lingered in my mind: if I taught him to enjoy these things and to yearn for them, he wouldn't be so arrogant anymore
.

He was still tutoring two students. He said they were both children of professors at "Hua Da" (a prestigious university), and it was already
agreed upon , so he felt bad not to do them. I disagreed with him finding other work, and he hesitated but acquiesced.
What was he thinking? His living expenses for next semester?

Two days later was Lunar New Year's Eve, and firecrackers were popping sporadically outside. He was going to visit a high school
senior that day and came back very late. He said he went to the post office to call his family, but there were many people, and he waited a long time. I
told him dismissively that he could make long-distance calls from his home phone, the restaurant phone, or my cell phone.

"I thought you were Sun Wukong, sprang from a stone," I said,
curious .

He gave a helpless smile: "My mother died a few years ago. I don't want to go back. That woman,
my father's second wife, doesn't want me to go back either."

"Is your father alright?" I wanted to know more.

"He's fine. His whole family is doing well. I have a three-year-old sister..." His eyes
regained that poignant melancholy, deep and unsettling, as if he were recalling something, but he didn't continue.

On New Year's Eve, at my insistence, he came to my house. It was very risky, but I
genuinely felt sorry for him. The whole family was friendly to this "my friend's brother." Especially my mother;
she's always been warm and welcoming, a trait I share. My two sisters are like my father—hypocritical and cold. Lan Yu
later told me he hadn't expected our high-ranking official's family to be so warm. I told him it was because the old man
had lost power and was useless. But he said I should be content.

It was almost midnight, and firecrackers were going off everywhere. I watched my younger sister, Lan Yu, and my older sister's husband setting off firecrackers together,
thinking: If my family knew about my relationship with Lan Yu, they'd kill me.

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