Beijing Stories (Repost) 5

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Chapter Five

That spring was full of good things. First, I made a fortune in business,
then with him by my side, my future was limitless. Then, I met a drummer in a band.

School had already started, and Lan Yu was busy again, only visiting me once every two weeks. Before school started
, I handed him a savings book with 20,000 yuan. He opened it and glanced at it:

"I still have 600 left of that 1,000 yuan from last time."

"You're too frugal. You should spend money when you need to." After a pause, I added,

"Consider this a loan. You can pay me back after you graduate and get a job, but it'll be a high-interest loan!" I
joked .

Watching him reluctantly accept it, I thought angrily, "Damn it, he's sick!"

The drummer's name was Zhang Jian. He was only so-so in looks, but his skills in bed were top-notch. He
was very willing to be with me, even readily accepting my unreasonable request for a medical check-up first.

He liked to put on light makeup before sex, especially purple eyeshadow. I don't really
like men. I like men because they are men, and I like women because they are women.

But Zhang Jian's actions weren't disgusting. He also liked dimly lit environments. He had two sides: sometimes
, when he got into the mood, he would look at me with a gentle, teasing gaze and start licking me with his tongue.
At that time, he was as gentle as a pool of water, letting me knead and pinch him, which was really enjoyable. He licked every inch of my skin. He could pick up my pubic hair with
his tongue , without hurting at all, which felt amazing. Then he would take my scrotum into his mouth,
without touching my teeth, and tease it with his tongue. Finally, he would move to my penis and
swallow my long, thick thing whole in one go. His throat was really thick. He would tirelessly move it up and down. Every time he was in his
mouth, my "thing" couldn't hold back, and I would quickly push him away.

But sometimes he was as passionate as a madman. We kept changing positions. I rarely gave him oral sex, but
he would lick around my anus, making me want to laugh. I've always refused anal sex with myself, and this one-sided
approach has hurt several of my "partners." Luckily, Zhang Jian doesn't care; he prefers being fucked. Every time,
the ending position is him kneeling, his back to me, his buttocks raised high, welcoming my "thing." At that moment, I
feel a pleasurable sense of conquest: dealing with a woman is nothing, even a man is no problem. I love watching Zhang Jian
's expression during orgasm. He never holds back, groaning, moaning, talking nonsense, sweating profusely,
desperately twisting his body:

"Let me die!!! Fuck me to death!! Oh!" These are his favorite words.

If his hand happens to grab something on me, he can pinch me until I bleed... until he
ejaculates. I feel a great sense of accomplishment.

In the morning, I wake up groggily and see Zhang Jian smiling as he looks at my body. My body is covered in his lipstick marks
from the night before ; he especially likes to apply heavy lipstick and then kiss my entire body.

"You're such a pervert!" I yawn and curse.

He immediately snuggled into my arms with a coquettish look. He said playing with me was fantastic, and he was
especially . He even said that if a musician didn't know how to play this, they wouldn't be able to create good works.

"Bullshit," I scoffed inwardly.

As April drew to a close, I missed Lan Yu for several days and couldn't resist calling his dorm.
He answered after about five minutes. But he said he had midterms next week and would contact me again next Saturday. I was a little
disappointed; I'm not used to being rejected.

...

"This position is fucking awesome, let's try it tonight!" Zhang Jian said, pointing at the TV.

On the pornographic film, one boy was on the bottom, and another was sitting on his
penis . A truly difficult move!

"I saw that drum set, it's amazing! Imported from West Germany." Zhang Jian continued his topic; this time he
wanted a drum set for me, four thousand US dollars. He had already asked for quite a few things before; he wanted
a car, which I hadn't yet agreed to.

The doorbell rang; it was probably dinner delivery. Zhang Jian had ordered two Western dishes. He was a huge Westernizer and only ate
Western food ; I wondered what he could possibly enjoy.

"I'll open it," Zhang Jian said casually, wearing only a bathrobe, and went to open the door.

"I'm looking for Chen Handong?" It was Lan Yu's voice.

"Holy crap!!!" I gasped. I quickly put on my coat and rushed to the door.

Lan Yu stared at me intently, not with anger, but with bewilderment. Zhang Jian gave
Lan Yu a hostile, slightly contemptuous look, then turned and smiled at me before going into the bedroom.

I wanted to push Lan Yu outside and close the door to talk, but I didn't want to lose face. He remained standing in the doorway
while I was inside:

"Why are you here? Didn't you tell me beforehand?" I said, sounding like I was scolding him.

"I said I'd come after the exams this Saturday," he said, enunciating each word clearly.

"You should have called beforehand." I had completely forgotten about that, but it sounded like
his mistake.

"I didn't expect... You're busy, I'll go back to school then." He hesitated for a moment, then turned and left.

I wanted to stop him and say something more, but I did nothing. That night, I couldn't get an erection
, and Zhang Jian laughed at me for not making proper arrangements.

A month passed in silence. I often thought about calling Lan Yu, but I held back. Also, I didn't ask
Liu Zheng for help; I don't know why, but I didn't want anyone else involved. Lan Yu called first
.

"How are you?" I was determined to seize this opportunity to bring him back.

"I'm alright!" He could speak Beijing dialect now.

"Are you feeling well?" I asked softly.

"Yes!" "

Are you busy with your studies?"

"Not busy."

"I've been so worried about you..." This was the truth, but I said it intentionally for him to hear
.

"..."

"Summer vacation is coming soon, right?"

"Soon."

I felt I had to make progress; I couldn't just hang up and let it end like this. I closed the office door
tightly and lowered my voice:

"I miss you so much. I've never felt this way before. I said this kind of thing is based on feeling, and you probably find it quite..."
"You hate me, but I..." I sighed. "It's good to be friends. You
don't have , and I even took you to my house. I really treat you like my younger brother." I exaggerated a bit.

He still didn't speak, nor did he hang up. I continued,

"I'm living in the 'temporary village' now, all alone." This was a lie.

I told him I would be home at six o'clock tonight. He still didn't respond, saying a classmate was waiting to call,
and then hung up. I wasn't sure if he would come to see me tonight, but I still went to the 'temporary village' early.

Before seven o'clock, he indeed arrived, just like the first time I met him—serious and melancholy.
He came into the house and sat on the sofa. We were both a little awkward. I was thinking about how to make him relax
, so I sat on the sofa too, thinking about what to say.

He reached out and grabbed my hand. He didn't look at me and began to concentrate on taking off my
clothes . He did it so suddenly that I barely reacted. I subconsciously glanced at his bulging
crotch.

He took off my clothes and silently kissed my entire body, then looked up, his eyes filled with expectation, as
if asking me something. I could no longer control the impulse; I suddenly hugged him and kissed him wildly.
Never before had a kiss excited me so much; my vision almost went black. We kissed for a long time, until we were both
almost suffocating. I also began to lick every inch of his skin; his body exuded a faint scent of soap and
the unique body odor of a young man. I wanted to caress him with my hands, but my hands trembled so badly that I could only
grip his arms tightly and almost roughly. I gave him oral sex, and he closed his eyes, silently basking in the pleasure
. I paused for a moment, then reached out and gently pinched his chin. He opened his eyes, looking at
me with a slightly uneasy yet infatuated gaze. My blood was boiling, and I once again passionately performed oral sex on him...

"Handong!" he suddenly called my name in a trembling, short, low voice.

I abruptly released my mouth, then immediately began to stroke him with my hand. A gush of hot, white semen spurted out
... I unexpectedly ejaculated as well.

Making love with Zhang Jian and Lan Yu was both wild, but completely different kinds of wildness. The former was sensory
, while the latter was my entire consciousness.

After that time, Lan Yu said he was too tired and wanted to sleep for a while. Only then did I notice his exhausted face
. That shouldn't look like something a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy should have. As he drifted off to sleep, he mumbled a joke
, saying that he was neither human nor ghost now. My heart sank...

That morning, I didn't go to the company, and he skipped class too. We argued for the first time...

"

I've told you before, this isn't something to be taken so seriously!" I yelled at him.

"What do you mean, 'take it seriously'?" His voice wasn't loud, but it hit the nail on the head.

"I'll say it again, if you want to be together, be happy, otherwise forget it!" I changed the subject
. This was a threat; I had found his weakness.

"Do you see me as...?" He was probably searching for the right word.

"I see you as a friend, as my younger brother, I'll say it again. Don't act like a woman, so
suspicious ."

...

I was in a bad mood all day. Lan Yu went back to school. I was thinking, what right does he have to make demands of me?
Who does he think he is? Just a kid, and I have to support him. I didn't want to go to the company, so I
went to karaoke with some friends, drank, picked up two girls, and then gambled a few hands, winning over four thousand
. We didn't leave until three in the morning. I was so happy, I forgot all the unpleasantness of the day.

Lan Yu and I still went on dates, sometimes quite frequently, only in the house in the "temporary village."
He never asked me about that day again. We made love freely, and sometimes I asked for anal sex, which he never refused
.

I think the biggest difference between men and women lies here: a woman has sex with you because you are talented
, rich, or someone she can rely on for life; sex seems like a gift they give to a man. But a man has
sex simply for the sake of sex, out of the most primal need.

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