[Boy's Love Training] (Complete) Author: Lin Xinglan

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Training in Love for Boys
- Chapter 1
Qingmo is a fourteen-year-old boy who likes his classmate Yanyu. Yanyu is also a boy.
Qingmo was born and raised in a homosexual family. He has no father, but three mothers: one
female and two cross-dressers. The female mother is a full-time housewife, while the two cross-dressers are career women
with mansions, luxury cars, and maids. The maids are unaware that two of the mistresses are actually men.
The two cross-dresser mothers are successful gay men, while the female mother is a serious wife of a gay
man, hoping to contribute to the development of the gay community and leave behind gay genes. Although neither of the cross-dresser mothers loves her and
only uses her as a breeding machine, the female mother is uncomplaining, bearing and raising children, completely satisfied
with her role as a breeding machine. The female mother has a bachelor's and master's degree in sociology from a prestigious university, but
she feels that being a full-time housewife has not wasted her education. Only highly educated people like her can deeply
understand the beauty of gay men and selflessly sacrifice everything to support them. Furthermore, her
high level of education allowed her to provide her children with a good education in homosexuality.
Qingmo received homosexual education from a young age. All three mothers consistently taught him not to like girls
, but to like boys. For Qingmo, who was a boy, the penises and semen of other boys
were the most desirable things. On weekend evenings, the family would gather, and family members would take turns reciting
stories and poems about male homosexuality, praising the intimate and passionate physical beauty of male-male anal sex. They also watched
gay porn together as a family, and the three mothers would send the latest uncensored gay porn to Qingmo's phone. They even
trained Qingmo to masturbate while watching gay porn, saying "I love big penises" while ejaculating. When Qingmo was alone
, his habitual hobbies were reading male homosexual literature and watching gay porn. The family was willing to support him with pocket money for any homosexual-related expenses
, from condoms to women's clothing. However, Qingmo doesn't usually wear women's clothing.
He told his three mothers that he wanted to isolate himself from all women, and all three mothers agreed, feeling that this was a pure,
masculine homosexual pursuit, a beautiful ideal.
His family owns over a dozen properties, and Qingmo lives alone in one of them in a good school district, close to the school. As long as his life
is not hindered, his three mothers encourage him to live alone, so he can bring boys home for sex. However, Qingmo is only
fourteen years old and has never tried it.
He likes his classmate Yan Yu, but it's just a secret crush.
Yan Yu is the cutest boy in the whole school, with skin as white and tender as mutton fat in a refrigerator, eyelashes as long as a doll's
, and a smile like sunlight shining through crystal, making even child stars in movies pale in comparison. Every week,
different people come from outside the province, carrying all sorts of long and short lenses, to stand on the playground and secretly take pictures of Yan Yu.
While scrolling through Weibo, Qingmo frequently saw photos of Yanyu. When she asked Yanyu about them, he always said,
"Those were all unauthorized. I don't know when they were taken. My mom is very angry."
Many girls confessed their feelings to him, which annoyed Yanyu. Female teachers also sexually harassed him, openly touching his
crotch, even the gray-haired, overweight headmistress was no exception. Yanyu helplessly told Qingmo, "
That's how I grew up. It's more relaxed and comfortable hanging out with a good brother like you."
Qingmo, however, thought, "You don't know, I also want to devour you whole."
A year ago, Qingmo spent some of his allowance to buy his homeroom teacher a brand-new, top-of-
the-line laptop, asking her to arrange for Yanyu to be his deskmate. In this strict junior high school, to prevent early
romantic relationships, deskmates were always paired as either boys or girls, so Yanyu's seating arrangement wasn't noticeable. The school only strictly
prevented early romantic relationships between boys and girls, but not between boys—thinking about this, Qingmo couldn't help but chuckle.
Yan Yu is straight, which is the biggest obstacle in Qing Mo's eyes. He only likes playing and talking about mobile games,
and all Qing Mo can do is play with him. On the game screen, Yan Yu always lingers on the long, white
legs of the anime girls, sometimes even reaching out to touch them, while skipping over images of cute boys, much to
Qing Mo's dismay.
When they go to the bathroom together, Qing Mo stares at Yan Yu's penis, and Yan Yu immediately covers it shyly, saying,
"Don't look." Qing Mo has no choice but to look away.
On the surface, Qing Mo is indeed the one who respects Yan Yu the most. Even when Yan Yu tells the female teacher who touches his crotch
"Don't touch," she doesn't stop.
Qing Mo stumbles upon a shameful yet endearing secret of Yan Yu. It was during
the summer vacation between the end of seventh grade and the start of eighth grade, on July 6th. They had agreed to meet at the Cute Cat Cafe in the city at nine o'clock
to do their summer homework together. However, by five in the morning, it was already bright, and Qingmo, with his erection, couldn't sleep. He
hurriedly ate breakfast, and with nothing to do, went to Yan Yu's apartment complex, intending to wait for him at his door. It
was still before eight o'clock.
Yan Yu's home was in a low-income resettlement housing complex, where the houses were low, dilapidated, and in disrepair, inhabited by low-income
, low-educated people; it wasn't fully occupied yet. Around seven in the morning, the complex was quiet, the sunlight already blinding,
almost making one feel as if they were in a post-apocalyptic wasteland movie.
Thinking of the hot, pale pavement in the complex, trodden by Yan Yu's handsome, slender legs, Qingmo felt an urge
to lick the ground. With no one around, Qingmo, relying on his conscience and shame, barely managed to suppress this fetishistic impulse,
standing a little further downstairs to wait. He only wanted to get closer to Yan Yu psychologically, not to harass him,
and didn't want Yan Yu to know he had arrived so early.
Suddenly, Yan Yu emerged from the building entrance early, dressed in a plain yellow t-shirt and white shorts. The ordinary
clothes, however, looked exceptionally clean and attractive on his slender frame, like a children's clothing model from Taobao.
Qing Mo initially smiled, but her expression changed upon closer inspection.
Beside Yan Yu, a still-attractive woman was embracing him, her body pressed tightly against his, their posture suggestive. The
woman's features were very similar to Yan Yu's, and she was quite beautiful; her genes were largely the same as the adorable Yan Yu. Qing Mo recognized
her; she was Yan Yu's mother. Yan Yu's mother wore a lewd smile, looking down at Yan Yu's crotch.
Yu looked distressed. Qingmo stared intently, then was shocked. Not only was Yan Yu's crotch open, but his dark
penis was also sticking out of the zipper. The penis was slightly engorged, half-soft and half-hard. Judging from Yan Yu's expression, he was
very unhappy about being exposed, but couldn't suppress the natural excitement of his penis.
Yan Yu said shyly in a low voice, "Mom, it's better not to do this outside. Someone might come."
His mother chuckled and said, "No one will come, don't worry. I just want your cute penis to get some
air, it's for your own good."
Qingmo quickly slipped behind a lush, untrimmed bush and crouched down to hide. Yan Yu
was now forced to expose his boyish privacy to the bright summer sun and warm breeze, and
he certainly didn't want anyone to see him in this shameful state.
Qingmo, however, stared intently. This was the first time he had the opportunity to look at Yan Yu's penis, unlike before when he
could only catch a glimpse of it in the toilet. Yan Yu's penis was a size larger than Qing Mo's own. It looked very elastic, as
sturdy and alluring as a black rubber hose. Although Yan Yu was in a very embarrassing situation, Qing Mo felt the same way,
and still prayed that Yan Yu wouldn't put that perky penis back in, so he could admire it a little longer.
Suddenly, Yan Yu's mother said, "The sun is so nice, take off your clothes."
"What?" Yan Yu asked, her voice trembling with tears. "When I asked you for money before, you never did this. At most, you would just
take off your clothes at home for me to see, which was already shameful enough. Don't do this."
Her soft voice made Qing Mo almost ejaculate immediately. He quickly stopped his unconscious masturbation, trying to make his
penis last a few more minutes. Such a pitiful and sweet plea, if Yan Yu had said it to Qing Mo,
Qing Mo would have agreed to anything, even cut off his head and hand it to Yan Yu without hesitation.
His mother remained unmoved, laughing, "You've become so naughty, I can only increase my discipline."
Yan Yu had no choice but to take off his t-shirt and shorts in the middle of the bright white path. He didn't seem to be wearing underwear either;
once those two pieces were off, he was completely naked except for the jade pendant around his neck and his sandals. Between the jade pendant and sandals
was the beautifully curved, snow-white body of the boy, as if carved from white jade.
His two nipples were bright red, small and conspicuous, symmetrically set against his flat, youthful chest. His pubic
hair was sparse; at fourteen, it hadn't fully grown in, yet it formed a smooth transition between white and black, from his flawless white abdomen to his dark, powerful penis. His penis was fully erect under the blue sky, as 　　majestic as a Krupp cannon bombarding Paris
from 120 kilometers away . 　　Qingmo had always wondered why Yan Yu's face and hands were whiter and smoother than a girl's, and his legs under his shorts 　　were dazzlingly white, yet when he urinated, he pulled out a large, black penis. It was hard to believe a boy 　　's body could be so strange without seeing it for yourself. 　　Yan Yu tried to cover his private parts with his hands, but his mother pushed them away. 　　"People will see," Yan Yu said with a pained expression. 　　His mother said nonchalantly, "Boys aren't afraid of being seen. Hehe, look, it's impossible to cover it up. 　　You want people to see your silly penis, that's why it's so big and sticking up high." 　　Qingmo was indignant, thinking that this was utterly twisted and bullying. A boy's erection is 　　a physiological phenomenon he cannot control, not a desire to be humiliated. Undoubtedly, Yan Yu's biological mother's forced molestation 　　constituted serious sexual harassment of a minor. 　　However, Qingmo couldn't control himself either. Not only was his penis harder and hotter than Yanyu's, but 　　he was also completely focused on parting the bushes and holding his breath. Although he knew that his desire was being satisfied at the expense of Yanyu's shame 　　and pain, he couldn't help but anticipate an even more erotic performance. 　　His mother laughed and said, "You can do what you like to do now, masturbate here." 　　Yanyu lowered his head and said, "No, I don't want to do it here." 　　Yanyu's mother sneered and threatened, "Unless you don't want the money, we can go home right now. Let's see 　　what you'll use to go have coffee with your best friend." 　　Qingmo was shocked. Going to a coffee shop to do homework together required buying coffee. This expense was insignificant to Qingmo 　　; he had ten thousand yuan in pocket money every month. He never imagined that Yanyu would have to be forced and humiliated like this to earn 　　a mere few dozen yuan. And the perverted adult who inflicted the humiliation was Yanyu's own mother, creating an exceptionally bizarre form 　　of compensated dating. 　　Yan Yu was so adorable; perhaps everyone, to some extent, harbored desires to do naughty things with him. 　　But to be controlled by his mother in such a despicable and shameless manner, and to be unable to escape, filled Qing Mo with sorrow. 　　While secretly watching, Qing Mo gripped his penis tightly; his penis felt no pain, but his heart ached. 　　Under duress, Yan Yu, her pretty face flushed, laboriously began to play with his gleaming, iron-like 　　penis under the blazing sun. 　　Her masturbation movements were exquisite and elegant; her slender white fingertips gently pinched the dark shaft, yet she used her wrists to 　　generate force—far more skillful than Qing Mo's own masturbation. Qing Mo would give his life for Yan Yu's beautiful fingertips 　　to play with his penis. They were both just masturbating; how could there be a difference in skill? This wasn't a dance move, and Yan 　　Yu hadn't practiced it specifically for any "performance"; she was simply acting on instinct. This can only be explained by the fact that Yan Yu's 　　soul is absolutely light and agile; after all, nothing expresses a boy's soul more authentically than masturbation 　　. 　　Qing Mo's breathing was rough and rapid. He swallowed hard, gripping his penis tightly until his knuckles turned 　　white, not caring about the pain. He had liked Yan Yu for a year, but had never clearly seen Yan Yu's penis, never seen 　　Yan Yu naked, and never had the chance to witness Yan Yu masturbating. Behind the bushes, he felt like an astronaut landing on Mars 　　, every moment expanding his horizons, exploring a new world. 　　The volcano of this new world was about to erupt. 　　Although he felt sorry for Yan Yu, Qing Mo still instinctively longed to see his beautiful ejaculation. 　　Yan Yu's mother said, "Put in more effort, put in more care, don't just pretend." 　　Yan Yu pleaded, "Please, can you not let me ejaculate outside? The semen will stay outside, I 　　can't take it back, and everyone will see it this afternoon." 　　His mother bit his soft earlobe and said, "In the last two years, you've become increasingly disobedient, it's because you've seen too much outside..."

"The world doesn't want your mother anymore, does it? But you belong to your mother, your penis belongs to your mother,
every single hair on your penis belongs to your mother. The pocket money you want is also in your mother's hands. Today I
just want to teach you that even outside, you are still in your mother's hands. Tell me, do you like
ejaculating for your mother outside?"
Yan Yu had no choice but to lower his head and say, "Yes, I like it."
His mother said, "Like what?"
Yan Yu said with tears in his eyes, "I like ejaculating naked for my mother in broad daylight."
His mother smiled and said, "That's a good baby who will always belong to his mother."
Qing Mo also shed two lines of clear tears, and at the same time, clear pre-ejaculate flowed from the tip of his penis. He
gritted his teeth when he heard this, because the sacred word "like" had been defiled. Qing Mo thought, I am
the one who truly loves Yan Yu, always silently accompanying him, never forcing Yan Yu to do anything shameful, only hoping that
Yan Yu is happy.
His mother brushed his hand away, roughly grabbed his cute black penis, and said, "Stop dawdling." Then, she
began ruthlessly stroking it back and forth.
Yan Yu tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and said, "Mom, no! Um, ah, ah."
This was terrifying for both boys and girls, because orgasm is
the moment of losing control of oneself, and no one wants it to happen in the hands of a bad person, let alone in the open,
under the bright sunlight, while naked.
He was drenched in sweat, his slender, fair body glistening with moisture, dazzlingly beautiful. Under the lewd assault,
he could barely stand, his toes curling inside his sandals. The penis was aimed directly at Qing Mo, its thick
, rounded surface meeting Qing Mo's gaze like a mysterious eye.
Qing Mo desperately wanted to pounce on him, push away the disgustingly smiling woman, and rescue Yan Yu from this
dark and helpless predicament. But a sliver of reason remained; he hadn't forgotten he couldn't witness Yan Yu's most humiliating moment,
lest he be kicking him while he was down. If he and Yan Yu could no longer be friends, wouldn't that be
exactly what the woman who enjoyed humiliating her own son wanted? Then Yan Yu would be nothing more than her plaything. Qingmo couldn't
do that; he could only furiously masturbate.
Finally, Yan Yu's precious penis lost control in his mother's hand, ejaculating like cannonballs, shooting into
the air and scattering, one drop landing on Qingmo's hair. The following drops landed on the scorching concrete
pavement, each one closer than the last, until finally stopping. In those few seconds, time seemed to stand still for Qingmo; only
his own penis was joyfully spitting out hot, white semen, landing on the soft brown
soil beneath the bushes.
The woman casually picked up her t-shirt and shorts from the ground, pulling her naked fourteen-year-old son back home.
Seeing them disappear into the building entrance, Qingmo finally stretched his limbs from his stiff squatting position. Without even bothering
to put his pants back on, his penis still exposed, he carefully felt around on his head and found the drop of Yan Yu's semen,
slightly congealed and still warm. He put the drop in his mouth to taste it; he couldn't discern a distinct flavor, but it still
excited him so much that he closed his eyes and trembled all over.
On the morning of July 6th, Qingmo received the greatest reward of his life.
Section Two
At nine o'clock in the morning, they met at the Cute Cat Cafe as usual. After each ordering a coffee,
they sat down at the same table and spread out their summer homework.
It was a table facing the street, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a view of the bustling downtown commercial street.
People outside could see them too; it was an open and comfortable spot, and it didn't interfere with the air conditioning—their
favorite seat. Passersby often stopped to stare, and Qingmo assumed they were all admiring Yan Yu's beauty. Little did he know,
many of the women were also admiring Qingmo's own beautiful legs. His boyish legs, peeking out from under his shorts, were smooth, supple
, and beautifully curved, no less impressive than Yan Yu's.
Qingmo noticed that Yan Yu, like himself, had ordered a 49-yuan Blue Mountain coffee, instead of a 19-
yuan latte or something similar. Recalling the past, Yan Yu usually ordered similarly priced items, which Qingmo
had never thought much of, taking it all for granted. But today, Qingmo knew where Yan Yu's money came
from; that 50-yuan note had probably only been in Yan Yu's hands half an hour ago, barely warmed.
Yan Yu insisted on ordering similarly priced items, not the cheapest. This showed he valued a boy's dignity
and didn't want to lose face in front of his good friend.
However, Qingmo now knew
the humiliating price Yan Yu had paid to play with him, to achieve a fair fight. Even so, Yan Yu still managed to get money and sit at the same table with him to do his
homework. This showed that Yan Yu valued the time spent with Qingmo more than his male pride.
This friendship was Qingmo's greatest gain today, not Yan Yu's penis, his naked body,
or the faint smell of his semen.
Yan Yu was unaware that his secret had been discovered by his best friend. He was just chewing on his pen as usual,
worrying about math problems, occasionally peeking at Qingmo's notebook. Qingmo, however, felt like he was sitting on pins and needles. Now that he knew Yan Yu
's shame and choice, how could he feel even a trace of peace?
Finally, he couldn't help but say, "Yan Yu, I'll pay for your coffee today. I'll transfer it to you via Alipay
." As he spoke, he took out his phone.
Yan Yu laughed nonchalantly, "No need, you didn't ask me for anything today, no need to treat me."
Qing Mo said, "Not only today, but from now on, I'll cover your coffee too. And when we go out for barbecue,
I'll pay for your share. Your running shoes are probably too small, right? I'll buy you a new pair."
Yan Yu was taken aback, leaned closer to Qing Mo, and said with a wry smile, "What's wrong with you today? You don't
suddenly want to take care of me, do you?"
Qing Mo said seriously, "That's right, I want to take care of you."
Yan Yu's smile vanished completely, and she couldn't say a word. She lowered her head to look at her homework, clearly no longer focused
on it.
Qing Mo didn't say anything more and silently transferred the money on WeChat. He was quite satisfied with what he had blurted out.
Yan Yu was probably filled with doubt and uncertainty, wondering if Qing Mo already knew about his humiliation. Regardless
, Qing Mo hadn't revealed it, preserving his dignity. "Kept" sounded somewhat like a joke, but "support" was
different.
The phrase "I'll support you" clearly went beyond friendship, carrying a genuine and special ambiguity
. Qing Mo felt that this level of ambiguity with a straight boy had probably reached its limit.
He could maintain this ambiguity for a while before gradually trying to "turn" Yan Yu gay.
Both boys were lost in their own thoughts. Suddenly, Qing Mo noticed
a third boy of similar age outside the large French windows.
The boy wore a sports cap, was shirtless, his tanned upper body bare, thin but with broad shoulders.
His chest muscles weren't particularly developed, but the contours were delicate and beautiful, and his nipples were a sexy, deep black. He was quite
cute, with a lazy smile on his lips, and his dark, bright eyes exuded energy. He pressed himself against the glass,
brazenly scrutinizing Qingmo and Yanyu, especially Yanyu.
Qingmo glanced at him unhappily, noticing that the boy had pierced ears and wore simple brass
earrings. This gave Qingmo a sense of danger.
Before he could process it, the tanned, shirtless boy strode around the door and into the café
, pulling out a chair and sitting down at their table. Cafés don't usually welcome "indecently dressed" people,
but the shirtless boy's movements were too swift for the waiter to stop him.
He went straight to Yanyu and said, "My name is Xiangshi, what's your name?"
Yanyu was startled and reflexively answered with her own name.
Xiangshi immediately said, "Yanyu, hello, I like you. Can you be my boyfriend?"
Yanyu was stunned and asked, "Are you a boy or a girl?" Her gaze instinctively drifted to Xiangshi's chest.
Xiangshi wasn't wearing a shirt at all; his flat chest and small nipples were obvious enough, he could only be a boy.
Xiang Shi, still with a languid smile, said with ease, "I'm gay. I think you're especially cute.
I want to be with you, I want to kiss your lips, I want to suck your dick, I want you to fuck my ass."
This blatant aggression was irresistible to Yan Yu, like seeing the scorching sun suddenly burst into a coffee shop
. Yan Yu had to squint and shrink back.
Xiang Shi reached out to grab Yan Yu, but Qing Mo slapped Xiang Shi's hand away, angrily saying, "What do you want to do?"
Xiang Shi didn't even look at Qing Mo, and said to Yan Yu, "Promise me, I'm a very playful person."
Yan Yu finally reacted, saying, "I... I'm not gay. I like girls, not
boys. You can leave."
Xiang Shi showed a childlike expression of disappointment, saying, "Oh, that's a pity."
Qing Mo frowned and said, "Go, why aren't you leaving?" He loudly said, "Waiter, we don't know this
person at all."
The waiter also came over to persuade Xiang Shi to leave, but Xiang Shi looked back every few steps, reluctantly leaving.
Qingmo said in a low voice, "What's going on? It's so strange, all sorts of random people can come in."
Yanyu laughed and said, "You scared me."
Qingmo looked out the window, watching Xiangshi's departing figure on the street, feeling a little smug. He had been
laying the groundwork for Yanyu for a year, slowly cultivating the relationship, starting as good friends, and only today had he finally had a proper flirtation. Who knew
where this wild homosexual had come from, trying to suddenly strike up a conversation and confess? It wasn't that easy.
But thinking of Yanyu's resolute statement, "I'm not gay, I don't like boys," still made Qingmo's
heart ache, feeling a tightness in his chest, wanting to watch porn and masturbate all night to vent
.
Qingmo and Yanyu silently did their homework, customers coming and going in the café, and an hour passed without them realizing it.
Qingmo felt that a lot had happened today, and he and Yanyu needed to process it properly, but he didn't realize
that 10:30 in the morning was still very early.
A fragrant breeze wafted by, and a girl sat down on the chair where Xiang Shi had just been sitting. She crossed her
legs, revealing semi-transparent white stockings, her beautiful feet in silver-threaded sandals, and her delicate toes, painted with purple nail polish and encased in stockings
.
At the edge of the lace stockings, a section of garter belt peeked out, along with her slender, rounded thighs, before finally
revealing a pale yellow skirt. The loose fabric covered her chest, with sleeves extending to her upper arms, exposing only her shoulders
and armpits. Her shoulder-length hair fell naturally over her tanned, bare shoulders. She looked like a high
school student, wearing light, refreshing makeup, except for her overly flamboyant pale purple lipstick.
Her eyes were dark and her gaze direct; her radiant aura seemed to emanate from the air itself
, leaving a lasting impression.
She said in a clear and sweet voice, "Yan Yu, I like you."
Yan Yu blushed and lowered his head, saying awkwardly, "I... I don't know you."
Since elementary school, he had been harassed by female classmates, female teachers, and even his own mother, and he was already
used to it. But in front of this young lady, he seemed to be attracted to her. Qing Mo looked at the young lady, then at
Yan Yu, his eyes almost bulging out.
The young woman giggled, "Oh dear, we just introduced ourselves a little while ago, how could you forget?
My name is Xiangshi."
She casually tossed her hair, revealing an earring—the same brass earring that Xiangshi had just worn.
Now, Yan Yu's eyes almost bulged out along with Qing Mo's. They both glanced at the young woman's
chest; the pale yellow silk had fluffy decorations, suggesting it was indeed flat underneath.
When Xiangshi came in dressed as a shirtless boy, she looked about fourteen; after makeup, she looked much more mature, like sixteen or seventeen. Come to think
of it, a fourteen-year-old girl with makeup would probably have a similar effect, though not necessarily as
beautiful as Xiangshi.
Yan Yu hesitated, "Are you a boy or a girl?"
Xiangshi laughed, "Now I guess I'm a girl, even though I still have a penis. Hehe, you seem to
like me this way, don't you want to do some nice things with me?"
Qing Mo felt like he was in a nightmare, knowing a terrifying crisis was approaching and that he had to do something immediately.
Her whole body stiffened, and she couldn't make a sound.
Yan Yu suddenly became shy and timidly said, "I've never thought about how to do it with a boy..."
Xiang Shi leaned closer affectionately and said, "Don't worry, I'll teach you sweetly. Actually, a girl's anus
and a boy's anus have the same structure. Not to mention that they look the same even with your eyes closed, even with my current attire,
you wouldn't be able to tell the difference even with your eyes open..."
Qing Mo used all his strength to finally speak. He slammed his hand on the table, knocking over the coffee cup, and
roared, "Shut up, get out, get out!" Half-finished coffee spilled all over the table.
Everyone in the coffee shop turned to look, and a waiter quickly came over.
Yan Yu glanced at Qing Mo and said to Xiang Shi, "You'd better leave."
Xiang Shi remained expressionless, smiled charmingly, and said, "Can I add you on WeChat?" As she spoke, she reached for her delicate little handbag.
Yan Yu hurriedly said, "No, you should leave now."
Qing Mo said, "Get out."
Xiang Shi left unhurriedly. After this commotion, Qingmo and Yanyu were "persuaded" out of the coffee
shop by the waiter.
Standing at the coffee shop entrance, Qingmo bombarded Yanyu with questions: "Were you just about to agree? You
were staring at his underwear like that, didn't you know there was a penis in it? Were you ready to kiss him?
To masturbate with him? If you had to suck his dick and drink his semen, could you do that?
What were you thinking?"
Yanyu mumbled, "I didn't agree."
He glanced at a spot on the floor, looking a little scared and a little wronged, as if he felt he hadn't done anything wrong. His doll-like
face was so alluring that it broke Qingmo's heart. The cuter Yanyu looked, the more Qingmo liked him,
and the less she wanted to see him betray her.
Qingmo said, "Then why didn't you reject him? If I weren't here, you would have practically said yes, don't
think I couldn't tell."
Yanyu turned his large, bright black eyes back to look directly at Qingmo and said, "Why are you so agitated?
Do you hate homosexuals?"
Qingmo said, "Quite the opposite, I... I am gay, I like you, I want to be your boyfriend."
As soon as he said this, all his strength seemed to drain away. For the past year, when he was with Yanyu,
this one sentence had been swirling in Qingmo's mind. Once he said it, he felt a wave of relief wash over him, yet also an emptiness in his heart, as if he had
given away everything.
Yanyu said blankly, "Sure."
Qingmo could hardly believe his ears. He said, "Aren't you straight?"
Yan Yu said, "I am. But you, I feel, are different from other boys... I can't explain it.
When you told me today that you wanted to take care of me, my heart started racing. I thought you might mean that, and
now it seems you really do. Just as I was thinking that, that shirtless boy came in and said
he liked me. I wasn't on guard and rejected him, but he made me think more seriously about the possibility of this.
He came in dressed as a woman, but in my heart, it wasn't him I was thinking of, it was you."
Qing Mo blushed and said, "I...I..." completely at a loss.
He wanted to pounce on Yan Yu immediately, to French kiss him, to reach into Yan Yu's crotch, but he was afraid that Yan Yu wasn't prepared
and would be scared away by his rough passion. Moreover, Qing Mo himself had never had passionate experience with other boys
. Faced with this good news, he felt unsure of what to do with his hands and feet, and was extremely embarrassed.
Finally, he said, "Are you really sure? I'll give you the rest of the time to think. Tomorrow,
we'll meet here again."
With that, he ran off without looking back.
How embarrassing! He was the one who confessed, and she accepted, yet he was the one who ran away first.
Chapter Three
Returning home in a daze, Qingmo felt something was very wrong as soon as she opened the door. Upon closer inspection, she realized there
was an extra pair of shoes in the entryway—a pair of very familiar silver-threaded sandals.
"No way?" Qingmo thought, cautiously entering the house.
School district apartments are usually small, and Qingmo's house was no exception, with only a small living room and a bedroom. Entering the bedroom,
she was shocked to see a thin "girl" wearing a short nightgown, lying on the sofa, her tanned legs
and bare feet crossed, munching on an ice pop, watching a Japanese drama on her phone. The phone was filled with the chattering of Japanese devils, and
the room smelled of perfume.
Even if this person were burned to ashes, Qingmo would recognize her.
He roared, "Xiangshi, this is my house! How did you get in?"
Even a thief wouldn't be so blatant!
First, she stole his boyfriend, then she illegally broke into his house. Just who is Xiangshi?
If it weren't for this troubling question, Qingmo would have already punched her.
Xiangshi glanced at him, her beautiful eyes widening, and spat out her popsicle, saying, "You, you live here?"
Qingmo clenched his fists and stepped forward: "Now I'm asking you, not the other way around."
Xiangshi shrugged and slowly said, "You're Meimei's son? What a coincidence, Meimei let me stay
here, and she gave me the key. Oh, and she also asked you to give me a cell phone."
His composure was astounding; if Qingmo hadn't harbored such hostility towards him, she would have almost admired him—she'd never
seen such a shameless person.
But the fact that he could mention Meimei's mother's name was indeed surprising to Qingmo. Meimei's mother was one of Qingmo's two cross-dressing
mothers, and also the one who provided Qingmo with the Y chromosome, making them blood relatives.
Qingmo said, "Stop trying to fool me, get up."
Xiangshi refused to get up, raised his chin, and said, "Why don't you just call Sister Meimei and ask?
Hehe, sorry, I'm taking advantage of you in terms of seniority. Not Sister Meimei, but Aunt Meimei, you
call her and ask."
Qingmo took out his phone with some doubt.
After dialing, Meimei's mother said, "Well, I agreed to help him, so I gave him the keys to your house and
let him stay at your place for a few days."
Qingmo said irritably, "Do you even know what kind of person he is? You're helping him?"
Meimei's mother said on the phone, "Hehe, of course he's a cute gay boy, but he..."
"No one has your advantages. We gay people are a vulnerable group; we must help each other in the community."
She told Qingmo that Xiangshi's background was typical of gay men. He was born into a
family that didn't accept homosexuality. He was discovered to be gay as a child, essentially forced out, and was beaten by his parents,
looked down upon by everyone, unable to make friends, and even raped by a male principal. The principal, on the other hand, hid his homosexuality very
well. Xiangshi ran away from home, wandering from place to place, making a living through compensated dating, selling his young body for food and clothing. Although only
fourteen years old, he was a veteran in the gay community, having sucked at least two hundred penises. In every place he went, the local
gay community would lend him a hand.
Qingmo sneered, "Meimei's mom, did he suck your cock too?"
Meimei's mom giggled on the phone, "Don't ask such irrelevant questions. Anyway,
giving him a few days' temporary accommodation is a form of assistance. Compared to prostitution for money, this is closer to
the true meaning of compensated dating, isn't it?"
Qingmo hung up the phone and looked at the smiling young senior, Xiangshi, and felt a bit, how to say, a
sense of awe. Xiangshi put even more pressure on him than before, but he was still unconvinced.
He said, "Xiangshi, I know you're very capable, we can help each other, it's fine for you to stay at my house.
But, do you really have to steal my boyfriend?"
Xiangshi waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "No, no, since I know he's your boyfriend, of course I won't
do anything. You and he were doing your homework so obediently in the coffee shop, like two straight boys, two ordinary
friends, how would I know that there was that kind of relationship between you?"
These words finally calmed Qingmo down. Looking at Xiangshi again, he wasn't wearing a sports cap, and his naturally long, shoulder-length jet-
black hair wasn't a wig. His face, devoid of makeup, appeared youthful yet alluringly sinful. His short nightgown was almost
transparent, revealing no underwear underneath, clearly showing his sexy black nipples and impressive dark penis
. His wheat-colored skin was smooth, his legs slender and straight, and the deep purple nail polish on his toes was particularly seductive.
No wonder he was a senior figure in the gay community; Qingmo had unconsciously become aroused.
Xiangshi then said with concern, "That Yan Yu is straight. Do you think you can handle him like this? It won't be
easy."
Qingmo almost cried. He said dejectedly, "After your stimulation today, my relationship with him
has gotten a lot closer, but afterwards I'm terrified and don't know what to do."
Xiangshi asked, "What's your relationship like now?"
Qingmo then told him what had happened that morning.
Xiangshi tilted his head slightly, propped his soft cheek with one index finger, and made a cute, thoughtful gesture, saying:
"You were right not to immediately hug and kiss him; he might not be open to male-male kissing. But
there are many ways to seduce a straight man, you must know them all, right? The basic method is to shower together,
suggest comparing sizes—specifically, penis sizes—make sure you're both hard, then naturally hold his
penis and give him a handjob, making him feel good. After that, things will be easier."
Qingmo said anxiously, "I have a date with him tomorrow, I can't just drag him to a bathhouse or
a hotel, can I? Are there any other ways?"
Xiangshi said, "Well, comparing sizes is mainly for seducing newly met strangers. You and he've
known each other for a long time. I rarely do this; I'm used to quickly striking up a conversation and having sex. But, no matter
what kind of straight man, cute women's clothing always works. Look this morning, I wore women's clothing to seduce him,
and he was clearly interested, wasn't he?"
Qingmo said, "What I want is a legitimate same-sex relationship." "I don't want to pretend to be the other gender. That's why I
never wear women's clothes. My mothers like me this way too; boys should look like boys."
Xiangshi said, "You're a rare gay man. Besides, Yanyu isn't one of your mothers;
he's a straight boy. Of course, if you insist, I have a way: make Yanyu wear women's clothes.
A straight man with a strong sex drive definitely likes to masturbate with girls' underwear and stockings; wearing them will only excite him
."
Qingmo said, "Am I supposed to hold up a piece of women's clothing and say to him, 'Please put this on?' Would he agree?
" Xiangshi said, "First, get him drunk, or use sleeping pills. Oh, right, since you're drunk, you can tie him up,
and when he wakes up, make him watch you suck his penis. This kind of semi-rape method is actually
not disliked by most boys, hehe, I've succeeded more than ten times."
Xiangshi's experience was indeed rich; he casually rattled off a series of seduction strategies, leaving Qingmo far behind.
Qingmo, feeling utterly exhausted, said, "These methods all sound wonderful, and you'll surely
see immediate results if you try them..."
Xiangshi laughed and said, "They'll get his penis erect in no time."
Qingmo frowned and said, "But I can't do any of these; I lack experience."
Xiangshi's pretty face also turned cold. He said, "You still lack courage. You seem to be thinking with your head,
with your heart, with some organ you don't even know you're using, but not with your most important part, not
with your glans. When a boy's sexual desire erupts, how can he possibly hesitate? I've seen men rape straight
men, seen men castrate themselves, seen men come out on the stage at school ceremonies, and even seen
men rob girls in broad daylight, strip them naked, and dress themselves. Are those idiots all experienced?
But they want to lick dicks, want to drink semen; that's an instinctive desire. Instinct should turn boys into
beasts."
Qingmo disagreed, saying, "I just have better upbringing."
Xiangshi lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, "Let me find the deep-seated root of your psychological barrier. You don't wear
women's clothes because your mother doesn't want you to?"
Qingmo said, "No, it's because I don't want to wear them myself."
Xiangshi said, "What's the relationship between your mothers?"
Qingmo told him about his three mothers.
Xiangshi then asked about some of her childhood memories. Qingmo didn't understand why Xiangshi was asking these questions, but she felt
they were very profound and impressive, so she answered truthfully.
As he was asking questions, Xiangshi suddenly reached out and pulled down Qingmo's pants, startling him. Qingmo
thought, "Let's just treat it like a doctor's examination," and didn't stop Xiangshi.
Xiangshi grabbed Qingmo's pink penis, her flat, warm body pressing against him,
separated only by her light gauze nightgown. She breathed into Qingmo's ear, her voice hoarse, and said, "Daddy loves you."
Qingmo found it strange and asked, "What daddy?"
Xiangshi didn't answer directly, suddenly changing her voice to a clear, youthful one—the
same voice she used that morning when she dressed as a woman to seduce Yanyu. This was a basic skill for cross-dressers: voice imitation. Xiangshi was clearly a master of it
.
Xiangshi said, "Today you can ejaculate inside someone's uterus because they're already willing to have your child."
Qingmo said, "What do you mean? You don't have a uterus, do you?"
Xiangshi released his penis, lazily slumped back onto the sofa, half-lying, half-sitting, and said, "Just testing your
sexual orientation. Basically, you're quite easy to understand. I can conclude that you're actually straight."
"Straight!" Qingmo said.
Xiangshi nodded slightly.
Qingmo said, "Impossible, what nonsense are you talking about? I clearly like boys."
Xiangshi said, "Your body is very honest. When I told you 'Daddy loves you,' your whole body
immediately stiffened, and I even felt goosebumps on your butt. But when I talked about having children, your penis
immediately became thicker and harder, and your body relaxed. You probably don't even realize it, right?"
Qingmo said, "But all my mothers are lesbians."
Xiangshi said, "That's where your misconception lies. Your situation is the opposite of most of us. For example,
me, quite typically, was born into a heterosexual family. I'm lesbian, and my family wanted to discipline me, to make me
like women." "Child, but my homosexual genes can't be changed. Homosexual genes are very elusive; most of the time
they're hidden and may not manifest in any generation. You, on the other hand, were born into a same-sex family, but
you're heterosexual. To be honest, the homosexual gene only accounts for one percent of the population. Even if your male parent
is gay, the probability of your offspring being gay is at most one in twenty. That means if
your male parent has twenty sons, only one will be gay, and you are
one of those nineteen. Thinking about it that way, it's not surprising at all, is it?"
Qingmo said, "But I received homosexual education from a young age, and..." "I do feel a sense of unease,"
Xiangshi said. "You only have three mothers in your family, no father. When they put on skirts, they all
look like women, so you don't feel any unease when you're close to them. You said you also have an older brother who wears women's
clothing, and a younger sister who likes to be completely naked at home. You yourself insist on not wearing women's clothing and are the only one in the family who
dresses as a man because you are actually straight at heart. So, all this means that your surroundings are practically a
heterosexual environment. That's why neither you nor your mothers have realized it."
Qingmo held her head and said with difficulty, "What you said makes so much sense, I have to believe it. It's like
you suddenly woke me up from a dream I've had for many years. " "I...I'm straight? How am I supposed to live like this?"
Xiangshi laughed and cried at the same time. "What nonsense are you talking about? This world is ruled by straight men. Straight men have
it easy everywhere. You can go and learn from Qin Shi Huang, Zhu Yuanzhang, Napoleon. Those who achieved great things were all straight men
. How enviable! Besides, even if you're straight, I don't dislike you, hehe."
Qingmo didn't even bother to put on his pants, his bare bottom exposed, and slumped to the ground, saying, "But
what about Yan Yu? I'm going on a date with him tomorrow. How am I supposed to tell him? Just say that my confession is canceled, and we can still be just
friends because Xiangshi found out I'm straight? We can't even be just friends anymore."
Xiangshi suppressed a laugh and coughed twice.
Qingmo continued, "You broke with your family to come out. But I didn't want to. I love my
mothers and don't want to disappoint them. I think my mothers did the right thing, gay men are right, and I
think Xiangshi, you did the right thing too."
Xiangshi said, "Thank you, but please calm down first."
Qingmo hurriedly crawled two steps on his knees, revealing his pink penis, and came to Xiangshi. He grabbed Xiangshi's
hands and said, "Can you turn me gay? Train me to be a real gay man, okay? Even if
I pretend to be gay, at least I can make Yanyu happy. You're so experienced, so insightful, and
you're good at dealing with straight men, right? You're the only one who can help me."
Xiangshi hesitated and said, "I've never seen a request like this before."
Qingmo climbed to the head of the bed, took out the latest, top-of-the-line iPhone from the bedside table, held it up with both hands
, and handed it to Xiangshi. It was a gift from one of his three mothers; he had received too many, so he kept them sealed
away.
Qingmo said, "Meimei's mom asked me to give you a cell phone, how about this?"
Xiangshi smiled wryly and said, "Okay, I'll do my best."
They ordered takeout, ate lunch, and then began training.
The two slender fourteen-year-old boys took turns getting enemas, stripped naked, and stood facing each other with their penises half-erect.
Xiangshi extended his right index finger and casually played with Qingmo's pink
nipples with his dark purple nail polish, noticing Qingmo's nervousness.
Xiangshi sighed and said, "What we need to do now is suppress your genetic nature and take you to find a
new self. This is very difficult; I couldn't suppress my genetic nature, which is why I ran away from home."
Qingmo said firmly, "I'm fine, I'm ready."
Xiangshi smiled brightly and said, "Then let me show you a different you from the past. Come on, put on women's clothes,
the ones I took off."
Qingmo said, "I have women's clothes. My mothers give me many every year, and I haven't opened them." Saying this, he turned around
and opened the wardrobe door.
Xiangshi rummaged through the items, her eyes wide with amazement: "This one must cost at least three thousand yuan, right? And this one,
isn't it a style that was exhibited at Italian Fashion Week? Did you buy it online? What a waste, such a terrible thing."
Qingmo lowered her head and said, "It was my fault."
Xiangshi laughed and said, "Let's dress up to our hearts' content today."
First, he put a wig on Qingmo, long, straight black hair, and then
a pink bra and panties, giving him a basic crossdressing look. Then he tied on garters and put on red and yellow striped stockings,
all the way to the toes and heels of his tender feet. Next, he put on an elaborate Lolita
dress, a colorful silk crown on his head, and three-inch red high heels on his stockinged feet.
These were all specially chosen by Xiangshi. To initially strike at Qingmo's straight male instincts, he couldn't use simple, seductive clothing
; he had to use a gorgeous, feminine style full of pink. In a way, straight boys and undeveloped seven or eight-
year-olds are similar; they both have the potential to attract other boys, but that potential hasn't been awakened yet. He wanted to use
this candy-cake princess style of clothing to awaken that potential.
He made Qingmo close her eyes, sat her in front of the mirror, and meticulously applied makeup, thick foundation,
dark eyeliner, and a vibrant red lipstick. The makeup was more exaggerated than a prostitute's, making her look like she was about to
perform in a fairytale.
Xiangshi was showing Qingmo another version of herself in this way—her face was no longer the same, her lips
were no longer the same, her hair was no longer the same; only her hands were exposed, her fingertips painted pink
. From clothes to shoes, not an inch of her was the same.
He whispered in Qingmo's ear, "When you open your eyes, you will have been reborn."
Qingmo opened her eyes, staring in astonishment at her beautiful and radiant self, exclaiming, "This...is this me?"
The last time she dressed as a woman was ten years ago, when she was four years old. She couldn't remember the details.
Suddenly seeing this new version of herself, her voice involuntarily rose, becoming more alluring.
Like a hypnotist, Xiangshi whispered in his ear, "Stand up, turn around
, that's right, well done. This is you, you're a boy, and a straight man, but this is the correct
way for you."
Qingmo hesitated and said, "But this is women's clothing."
Xiangshi smiled and said, "Women's clothing is a misnomer. This long hair, this makeup, this skirt,
these stockings, these high heels, are not exclusively for women. They exist not to dress up girls,
but to attract and seduce men, to show others that I crave to be fucked by men. Girls wear these
kinds of clothes because they are indeed born to be fucked by men, they crave penises. But boys
can also loudly proclaim to the world, 'I like to be fucked, I like penises,' right? For
a boy who wants to seduce other men, this is the most suitable men's clothing for him."
Qingmo nodded. Imagining Yan Yu staring adoringly at his beautiful face, his penis was already
fully erect inside the floral skirt.
He heard Xiang Shi whisper in his ear, "Just now, your eyes confirmed it; now, your body will confirm it."
Xiang Shi was completely naked at this moment, without makeup or feminine adornments, only
the smooth contours of his tanned, delicate muscles and his large, tanned penis standing erect. His long hair was deliberately tucked into his sports
cap, which was playfully tilted to one side, giving him a completely masculine image.
And so, he kissed Qing Mo. Qing Mo was already quite cute, but he became even cuter after dressing up as a cross-dresser.
Taking advantage of this training opportunity, Xiang Shi greedily thrust his tongue into Qing Mo's small mouth. At first, Qing Mo's whole
body stiffened, feeling uncomfortable at the intrusion of Xiang Shi's hot tongue, but knowing he couldn't escape, he tried his best
to respond with his own tongue. After slowly getting used to it, his body relaxed, leaning against Xiang Shi's chest, and
naturally falling onto the bed with Xiang Shi's movements.
Then Xiang Shi pressed down on him.
With practiced, light movements, Xiangshi slowly unbuttoned Qingmo's skirt, licking down his neck
. She licked inside the collar as it opened slightly, not missing either collarbone. When the skirt was halfway open again, pink
nipples were revealed. Xiangshi circled her cool tongue a few times on Qingmo's flat chest, then began to
suckle his small, pink nipple, about the size of a red bean, while her fingers played with the one on the right.
"Your nipples are very pretty, such a light pink is rare," Xiangshi said indistinctly.
"Whether you're straight or gay, you all have cute little nipples. You have to understand,
compared to naturally gay men, you're not lacking in organs to please other boys."
Qingmo breathed softly, savoring this unfamiliar yet pleasurable sensation.
Xiangshi ripped off the skirt, her mouth moving downwards, licking past his navel, until she reached the base of his penis, hidden by pubic hair,
her tongue skillfully circling around it. Qingmo tried to spread her legs to cooperate with his actions.
Xiangshi said, "Your penis is probably familiar to you, I'll skip it for now."
Qingmo said with some disappointment, "Skip it?"
Xiangshi laughed and said, "There's something more important than a penis." He spread Qingmo's white and tender buttocks apart, exclaimed
, "Your anus is so pink, I've never seen such a beautiful pink anus before."
Qingmo said happily, "Really?" Xiangshi was a very experienced person.
Xiangshi said, "Haven't you ever seen your own anus? Here, I'll show you." He took a picture and handed
the phone to Qingmo.
On the phone screen, Qingmo looked at the tightly closed, symmetrical, clean, and pure pink anus, like a drop of peach
juice staining rice paper. It was indeed more beautiful than anything seen in any pornographic film, and she could hardly believe that such a dignified and beautiful
thing grew on her own body.
Xiangshi twisted her nimble tongue and licked Qingmo's tightly closed and tender anus vigorously, making Qingmo
groan with pleasure. Then, Xiangshi stretched out her fingers to try and insert and spread open the wet anus,
saying,
"Regardless of gender, the primary function of the anus is to be penetrated during sex, and the secondary function is excretion
. It's just that this organ is wasted in most straight men. Actually, as a boy,
your body has been ready to be fucked since birth; you just need to accept it psychologically."
Qingmo thought, "That's right. Yan Yu is a straight man, but of course he also has cute nipples and a tight
anus. He would definitely feel good being licked, just like a gay boy."
Xiangshi stroked Qingmo's thighs down to his silk-stockinged feet, saying, "Every inch of your body
exists to please other boys. Even if you're genetically straight, other boys, like me, like
Yanyu, can still play with you, using your tender flesh to satisfy my lust."
Under Xiangshi's skillful manipulation, Qingmo rediscovered his body. His body was no longer an ordinary, taken-for-granted
existence, but had a more beautiful meaning; it was a tool to please Yanyu, with many functions, which
made Qingmo like his body even more.
His youthful pink penis stood erect in the air, but was ignored by Xiangshi, making Qingmo's body increasingly hot
. The naked Xiangshi was intently playing with his anus, causing Xiangshi's wheat-colored penis to unknowingly come close to
Qingmo's face, less than three centimeters away.
Qingmo stared intently at the straight, thick, and beautiful penis, and involuntarily reached out to gently grasp it. He stuck
out his tongue and tentatively licked the drop of clear pre-ejaculate seeping from the urethral opening, like someone trying
to lick a drop of honey from under a honeycomb.
He wanted more as soon as he tasted it, but then Xiangshi suddenly broke free and jumped off the bed.
Xiangshi laughed and said, "Your mind has accepted the new self, and your body has accepted the new self.
It seems this new self wants to take action? Hehe. If I were seducing you, I could have
just done whatever I wanted at this point. But you're going to face Yan Yu tomorrow, and he's a straight man. You'll have to be even more alluring
."
Qingmo said, "That's exactly what I want to learn from you."
Xiangshi said, "You have to be very humble, completely subservient to him, and serve him. Straight men love that
feeling. Hmm... I'm going to put you in that right mindset."
He took out a maid outfit from the wardrobe and dressed Qingmo in it. The underwear had to be changed to black, but the stockings had to be changed to
white. If the pink bra was for her own delicate and cute heart, the black bra was for arousing
and satisfying the sexual desire of the person she was serving.
Finally, Xiangshi picked up a ribbon and skillfully tied Qingmo's hands behind her back, binding her wrists together
.
Qingmo asked curiously, "What is this for?"
Xiangshi said, "Master's penis is not for you to play with as a toy. You can't use your hands. You must sincerely
regard yourself as a sex toy, and your mouth as another anus. Kneel down."
Qingmo obediently knelt down. Xiangshi stood naked, his thick, boyish penis poking out in front of Qingmo. This penis
was about the same size as Yanyu's; both Xiangshi's and Yanyu's penises were larger than Qingmo's.
Qingmo tentatively leaned in and took it into his mouth. It had a slightly pungent smell, the smell of a boy. Qingmo
tried to adapt, slowly swallowing and releasing his first penis. His soft red lips tightly enveloped the irregularly undulating,
warm shaft, moving back and forth repeatedly. His tongue would sometimes touch the left side of the penis, sometimes the right,
trying to provide more pleasure with clumsy technique.
"Let me give you a taste of what it's like to serve," Xiang Shi said.
Suddenly, he grabbed Qing Mo's head with both hands, dug his fingers into his ears, and began thrusting
his hips, using Qing Mo's mouth like an anus. He also moved Qing Mo's head back and forth,
using his head like a masturbation aid.
His glans repeatedly slammed against Qing Mo's throat, causing cute, glistening tears to well up in Qing Mo's eyes. Qing Mo
struggled to suppress the urge to vomit, thankfully he had practiced with chopsticks since childhood.
The strong, hot sensation of a real penis was far more intense than the chopsticks he had used for practice.
"Ugh, ugh..." The saliva of the violated boy dripped from his swaying chin,
staining the white apron of his maid outfit.
Just as Qing Mo was dizzy and overwhelmed, Xiang Shi suddenly stopped, pressing his head firmly
against his crotch, his penis pressing against his throat. The penis noticeably thickened in his mouth, and Xiangshi's breathing became
unusually rapid.
Although it was Qingmo's first time sucking a penis, his boyish instincts told him what was about to happen.
Hot, pungent semen poured into his mouth, and although he tried to swallow, much still spilled from the corners of his mouth.
White droplets clung to his rosy lips, paired with a bewildered gaze and tears in his eyes, creating
the most seductive and alluring expression of a cross-dresser.
Qingmo's mind was filled with thoughts like, "Being bullied like this, I really have to belong to him completely, become
his slave, my hands are tied, I can't escape. I really want Yan Yu to fuck me like this."
Xiangshi also squatted down, cupped Qingmo's head, and said earnestly, "Well done." After saying that, he and Qingmo shared a passionate,
wet kiss, completely ignoring the sticky semen he had just ejaculated into Qingmo's mouth.
Xiangshi said, "You're almost used to it. Next, I'll teach you some tips, like
voice imitation..."
Qingmo smiled coquettishly and said, "Shouldn't we have a little test?"
Xiangshi said, "A little test?"
Qingmo's hands were still bound, but she didn't care. Kneeling, she said, "A sex session has to include anal sex to
be complete, right? I want you to fuck my ass once to test if I'm really used to it. What if I
mess up when Yanyu and I get to the last step, and I'm too scared to let him fuck my ass? Wouldn't all the training be for nothing?"
Xiangshi lifted Qingmo's chin with his right hand and lightly poked Qingmo's nose with his left, laughing, "You're already so horny,
actively craving my cock in your ass, and you still need a test?" "A test? You're more like making up an excuse!"
Qingmo laughed shamelessly. "If there's no need for a test, then my lewd academic performance is so good,
you should give me a reward, right? Reward me with your big cock."
Xiangshi shoved him around, lifted the black skirt of his maid outfit, pulled down his black lace panties, and
slapped his round white buttocks, laughing and cursing, "Little slut, who do you think I'm being so serious for? Since
you want it so much, I couldn't resist. I just came, and you've made me hard again."
He quickly lubricated his cock and Qingmo's anus, saying, "Here's what you wanted
." Without pausing, he thrust his cock into Qingmo's virgin anus.
Qingmo gasped, "Ah, how can it be so big, ah!"
Xiangshi asked softly, "Does it hurt?"
Qingmo shook his head, panting, "It doesn't hurt at all, but I didn't expect it to feel so big, so
hard, and so hot when it's inside."
Xiangshi said, "Your body is perfect for boys to play with. Your anus is so tight, it's a bit
difficult for me to move."
For boys who intend to use their bodies to please other boys, "a tight anus" is arguably the most crucial
and essential compliment. Hearing Xiangshi's praise filled Qingmo with joy, thinking that this
would definitely make Yanyu feel comfortable and happy tomorrow.
The curtains were tightly drawn, and the naked, wheat-colored boy rode on top of the fair-skinned boy whose clothes were disheveled and who was bound,
diligently performing piston-like movements. In the midsummer afternoon, both of them were soon drenched in sweat, and the room was filled with
the strong scent of adolescent male hormones.
"It's so tight, so tight, you're really making it difficult for me. It's such a tender anus, how can it be so strong inside
?" Xiangshi said repeatedly.
His hands roughly yet skillfully played with Qingmo's two pink nipples, exploring
the erogenous zones on her flat chest.
Qingmo simply smiled sweetly and endured it. It wasn't until Xiangshi began to speed up that Qingmo cried out in fear:
"There, a little lighter. Don't do it again."
Xiangshi panted heavily and said, "You insist on doing it again, what a joke! I'm hitting your prostate, the
most comfortable spot. If Yanyu hits your prostate tomorrow and you insist on stopping, then you'll be a mess."
He relentlessly thrust into Qingmo's most sensitive area with high frequency. "Tell me, is it comfortable or not?"
Qingmo, with a sob in her voice, put her hands behind her back, her bare shoulders trembling, and said, "It's comfortable, my prostate feels
so good being hit by you."
Xiangshi said, "Do you want more?" Qingmo
said, "Yes, yes. Ah, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to cum, I'm going to be fucked alive by you and cum."
Qingmo's pink penis violently spurted out semen, hitting the wooden floor with great force, splashing up a spray.
Then came the second and third thrusts, the body swaying wildly from side to side in rhythm with Xiangshi's thrusts.
Xiangshi laughed, "Your... huff, huff, your body is already quite adapted to anal sex. You actually came the first time you were
fucked in the ass. Today's training was very effective."
A few minutes later, he also ejaculated his youthful and vigorous semen deep into Qingmo's exceptionally tight and tender rectum.
After resting for a while on the limp Qingmo, Xiangshi pulled Qingmo up and taught him many other
important things.
There was knowledge about makeup, practice in anal licking and foot fetish with stockings, and training in voice imitation.
Xiangshi's voice imitation wasn't simply speaking with a pinched throat, but a voice that was full of breath yet crisp,
a voice that was particularly pleasant to hear among girls. Moreover, because he didn't need to practice in bed with someone, he could
practice his voice imitation every day by himself, and he practiced a lot, so Xiangshi understood the tricks of voice imitation very clearly. After teaching the tricks to
Qingmo, Qingmo could also produce this pleasant voice imitation.
After dinner, Xiangshi said he was going out. He borrowed a short, backless red dress,
stockings, and high heels from Qingmo's wardrobe, tied his hair into pigtails, and dressed himself in a seductive and alluring way. He also took two other pieces of women's
clothing with him. When Qingmo asked him why, he said he was going to "meet his lover." Qingmo was exhausted, had a sore throat, and was preoccupied with
his date with Yanyu the next day, so he didn't ask any more questions and let Xiangshi go.
The next
day was Qingmo's most important day. Qingmo woke up to the sound of his alarm clock. Xiangshi
had returned sometime earlier and was sleeping naked beside Qingmo, his erect penis
pointing high, drooling, sound asleep like a baby. Qingmo was slightly startled when he woke up
, then remembered what had happened the day before. He shook his head with a wry smile, wishing he could wake up every morning to
find Yanyu sleeping next to him.
Qingmo was still wearing his semen-stained bra and panties. He took them off, took a shower, and, with his bare buttocks exposed
, chose another sexy white lace bra and panties. He carefully put them on, letting them fit snugly over his fair
chest and buttocks, meticulously concealing his penis within the soft silk panties. This outfit was what he called "winning
lingerie." Then, he chose a white fitted shirt, paired with a black pencil skirt and
highly transparent, prostitute-like black stockings. To avoid looking too tall on their date, he chose flat
black low-cut leather shoes. Looking in the mirror, he added a silver bracelet to subtly enhance his allure.
Just as he was almost finished dressing, Xiangshi woke up. He said, "I'll do your makeup."
This time, he didn't give Qingmo the exaggerated heavy makeup of yesterday, but a pure and light makeup, preserving
the youthful innocence of fourteen years old on Qingmo's face. Xiangshi said that Qingmo's greatest strength was his pure and ethereal beauty. His light makeup
complemented his pink nipples, pink penis, and pink anus,
creating a captivating contrast with his sexy short skirt and black stockings.
When Qingmo went out in women's clothing and walked the streets, he felt a sense of detachment, as if he wasn't walking on
his own. But in reality, it was indeed him, just not the same person he used to be.
On the street, children were completely absorbed in admiring his beauty, older women glanced at him enviously, and older
men greedily stared at his beautiful legs in black stockings. Qingmo walked quickly, chest puffed out and head held high, nervously
and without looking to the side. Being stared at by the older men didn't bring him much pleasure; after all, he was genetically straight. Thinking this, he
worried about whether his date with Yanyu would go smoothly.
When he arrived at the coffee shop, Yanyu was already waiting at the door, still wearing his usual t-shirt and shorts.
Upon seeing Qingmo, Yanyu's gaze never left his beautiful legs, just like the older men he encountered on the street.
Qingmo was overjoyed and smiled, suddenly regaining her confidence for the date. Being watched by Yan Yu was no
problem.
And judging from Yan Yu's silly expression, he was probably completely captivated by those slender, straight, black-stockinged legs, right? This was the real way to firmly control a boy's mind, 　　far better
than Yan Yu's mother's cruel methods of adult authority and economic control. 　　Qingmo walked up to Yan Yu, blushing and covering her mouth with a laugh, saying, "Do you still recognize me?"

Yan Yu said, "I recognize you... You're so beautiful." He was still looking at Qing Mo's stockinged legs.
Qing Mo took out her phone and said, "I want to scan your Alipay account and transfer 10,000 yuan to you for today
's date expenses."
Yan Yu was a very proud boy; when going on dates, he wanted to go to various places and couldn't always have the cross-
dresser beside him pay for everything.
Yan Yu said, "No need."
Qing Mo said worriedly, "Do you have money?" Would Yan Yu pay an even
greater price in humiliation by asking his mother for money?
Yan Yu laughed and said, "I don't have money, but I'm not planning to spend any money today."
Qing Mo said meekly, "I'll go with you." He planned to spend the whole day gradually
attracting Yan Yu with this seductive cross-dressing outfit until Yan Yu even liked his penis.
Yan Yu suddenly said, "Let's go to your place, take off our pants and have sex, it won't cost anything, right?"
Qing Mo was taken aback and took a step back. Although he was happy, the surprise far outweighed the joy,
making him somewhat afraid: "I... I'm a boy. Are you already ready to have sex with me right away?"
Yan Yu took Qing Mo's hand and laughed, "Last night, Xiang Shi came to see me. I secretly brought him into my
room, and he taught me a lot about how boys make love. I'm not a novice anymore,
I've been trained!"
It turned out that Xiang Shi had dressed in women's clothing and gone out after dinner yesterday to do this. Qing Mo's nose tingled, and
he wanted to thank Xiang Shi.
He quickly went back to his house with Yan Yu, only to find that Xiang Shi was gone, even his suitcase was gone.
Clearly, Xiang Shi wanted to leave Qing Mo and Yan Yu some peace and quiet. Qing Mo was even more grateful, tears
welling up in his eyes.
Before Qing Mo could say anything, Yan Yu turned his face towards him and kissed him. Qing Mo's heart pounded.
A moment later, Yan Yu said, "You're so cute today.
When I saw you coming from afar at the coffee shop entrance, I wanted to pin you against the wall and lick you. I've managed to hold back until now, but I can't hold back any longer."
Qing Mo laughed and said, "No need to hold back anymore." He closed his eyes and kissed Yan Yu again. Their
hot, nimble tongues battled in each other's mouths, their passion thick as glue, solidifying
around the two loving boys. Qing Mo's movements were clumsy, almost unable to resist. He desperately recalled Xiang Shi and his kiss, gradually
calming down and knowing how to cooperate with Yan Yu.
At the same time, Qing Mo's hand slowly reached down, caressing the large bulge in Yan Yu's crotch through his shorts,
then gently pulled down the waistband of his shorts, letting out the large penis he had happily peeked at yesterday. Yan Yu's penis
was already as hard as iron.
Yan Yu's hands were not to be outdone. He lifted Qing Mo's tight-fitting skirt, roughly tore open his pantyhose, and pulled out Qing Mo's
engorged penis, which was no longer restrained by his underwear. He grabbed it and began to rub it up and down.
The two boys caressed each other's penises, rhythmically stroking them, faster and faster.
Holding one's most vulnerable and precious part in the hands of the person one trusts most gave one a special sense of security.
Qing Mo thought, "This little penis has been dangling alone for so long in my life. Finally, now a boy
is willing to take care of it."
Kissing each other above and stroking each other below, the boys' bodies were pressed tightly together, leaning on each other, almost
unable to stand. Qing Mo's body was even more limp.
Before long, Qing Mo felt he was about to ejaculate, so he increased the speed and force on Yan Yu's penis. In return
, Yan Yu rubbed his penis faster and harder. With such tacit understanding, coordinating their touch and
pleasure, the two boys ejaculated almost simultaneously, their thick, white fluid smearing each other's lower abdomens and thighs.
Qingmo raised his snow-white hand, covered in semen, indistinguishable whether the semen or his hand was whiter. He
licked the semen off his hand while looking at Yanyu; having experienced drinking Xiangshi's semen yesterday, it was
effortless. Then, Qingmo knelt down and sucked Yanyu's penis, his cheeks tucked in, drawing
out all the remaining semen from his urethra. Within minutes, he had him hard again, applying anal lubricant.
Then, Qingmo leaned over the edge of the bed, sticking out his buttocks, lifting his skirt, and said, "Give it to me."
The passionate kiss had made him feverish and impatient.
His pitiful, moist eyes left Yanyu's mind blank; the pink anus at the center of his round, beautiful buttocks
was even more sweet and alluring.
With his underwear pulled down, Yan Yu's penis entered Qing Mo's rectum, causing Qing Mo to let out a long, comfortable sigh.
"Your penis is so big, it fills me up so much,"
Yan Yu said with effort. "Your asshole is really tight, just like Xiang Shi said.
Much tighter than Xiang Shi's asshole."
It seems Yan Yu also trained with Xiang Shi's asshole.
Qing Mo turned around and laughed, "Your penis is about the same size as Xiang Shi's, but yours is harder."
Yan Yu grasped Qing Mo's penis, lowered his head to lick the back of his neck, and began to thrust.
He panted and said, "It's really tight. I've fucked the assholes of many teachers, senior girls, high school girls, and college girls
, and even a McDonald's waitress took me to the toilet to fuck me, and a high-speed train conductor
took me to the toilet to fuck me, but none of them are as tight as you. You're the tightest I've ever fucked."
Such praise almost made Qing Mo float away. However, the last vestige of reason deep within him was startled
. He hadn't expected that Yan Yu wasn't just a boy frequently harassed and bullied by women; his beauty had also brought him
an extremely rich sexual experience. No wonder Yan Yu's lips and tongue attacked like a storm during their kiss,
and now the wild thrusting of his thick, black penis into her pink anus was like thunder and lightning, making Qing Mo dizzy with pleasure
.
Qing Mo said, "Brother, you're so amazing, I'm going to be fucked to death by you."
Yan Yu, however, remembered Xiang Shi's analysis to him last night. Boys like Yan Yu, who had been seduced and raped by women of all ages since childhood because of their beauty
, and who were already tired of being fucked, had a lot of potential to be turned gay.
It's human nature to get tired of girls and fall in love with boys. Since entering junior high school, Yan Yu had preferred short-haired, flat-chested girls,
and he preferred to thrust into their tight anuses rather than their vaginas. His change in sexual orientation was already very obvious. So Yan...
Yu knew Xiangshi was right, and today, fucking Qingmo's ass, he felt even more strongly that boys were indeed the best.
While thrusting rapidly, Yan Yu asked, "Did you hit your prostate?"
Qingmo, with his eyes closed, said, "Not there, not there."
Yan Yu lifted one of Qingmo's legs, turned sideways, and thrust, saying, "Is it here?"
Qingmo said, "I don't know, I don't know. You didn't hit my prostate, but I'm going to cum,
I'm going to be fucked by your big cock and cum, cum, cum, cum."
Saying this, he ejaculated violently in Yan Yu's hand. Yan Yu didn't grip or stroke him; it was entirely
the profound pleasure in his anus that caused Qingmo to ejaculate. Qingmo could only inhale, too comfortable to speak, feeling his entire lower body numb and
tingling, almost nonexistent, melting into Yan Yu's cock.
After resting for a while, Yan Yu's powerful cock was still inserted in Qingmo's tender anus. When Qingmo came to his senses,
he found that Yanyu had taken off his skirt and shirt and was removing his bra.
This women's clothing was the key to Qingmo's attraction to boys; without it, all that was left was a flat, naked boy's
body. Yanyu's actions terrified him, and he struggled, saying, "What are you doing?"
Yanyu gently bit his earlobe and said, "What I want to fuck is you as a boy. How do I take off the wig?"
Qingmo was terrified but dared not disobey Yanyu, so he helped Yanyu remove his bra and wig. His panties,
which had been hanging on one thigh, were now pulled down along his stockinged legs and thrown to the ground. Thus, apart from the torn
, semi-transparent black pantyhose, Qingmo was completely naked.
Yanyu lifted one of Qingmo's thighs and began to thrust violently again. Qingmo's penis, still carrying half a string of semen,
swayed violently in the air.
Yanyu's penis, however, did not decrease in hardness or speed; in fact, it was even harder than before. Qingmo was
reassured, but then overwhelmed by immense joy.
He cried, "Thank you, thank you, for being willing to fuck me like this."
Yan Yu laughed, "It's precisely because you're like this that I enjoy fucking you."
Qingmo raised his voice, saying, "Right there, right there is my prostate, my prostate. Ah, ah,
be gentle, I just ejaculated, if you thrust so fiercely into my prostate again..."
Yan Yu relentlessly targeted Qingmo's most vulnerable spot deep in his rectum, attacking with increasing force.
Qingmo screamed and ejaculated again, the force of his semen even stronger than before, even hitting his own chin
, mixing with his tears.
Yan Yu continued to ride him for over ten minutes, fucking Qingmo's penis until it was hard again, before finally thrusting
all the way in, shooting hot, thick semen deep into his rectum.
The two had barely separated when Qingmo saw Yan Yu take off his t-shirt, revealing not the bare, beautiful
chest of a fourteen-year-old boy, but something even more beautiful: a pink bra. This bra originally belonged to Qingmo's family
; Xiangshi had taken it out the previous night.
Before the stunned Qingmo, Yan Yu also took off his shorts, and unsurprisingly, his underwear was also the same
pink style.
Although Qingmo had already ejaculated twice, seeing this unexpected and miraculous sight, his pink penis remained as hard as
a diamond.
Qingmo said, "How come you..."
Yan Yu smiled and said, "Xiangshi said that wearing this under men's clothing helps me adjust my mindset and
accept boys. It's quite effective."
Qingmo had nothing more to say: "Thank you, I should thank Xiangshi too."
But Yan Yu said something that shocked Qingmo even more: "Xiangshi also said that this kind of underwear isn't exclusive to women
, it just represents a desire to be fucked. Boys can also wear this when they want to be fucked in the ass
, it's normal. So, I wore this."
As he spoke, his bright eyes were exceptionally tender.
Qingmo's face turned pale. "How could I? You're straight. It's
a blessing I'm so lucky to let you fuck my ass. How could I have any improper thoughts about your precious ass?"
Yan Yu lowered his head and lightly licked Qingmo's pink glans, which was emitting the pungent smell of semen. He closed his left eye and
laughed, "You say you wouldn't dare, but your dick is very honest. Xiangshi also said that straight men also have assholes
, and they have no functional difference from homosexuals."
Yan Yu's beauty already surpassed most girls, and with her slightly incongruous bra and panties, as
well as her unfairly cute and provocative charm, Qingmo's lust finally overcame his reason.
Qingmo pulled Yan Yu over and pushed him down on the bed, his eyes bloodshot, panting heavily like a wild beast. Yan Yu lay
on his back, and Qing Mo lifted his legs, placing his snow-white, slightly muscular calves on his shoulders. He
spread apart the smooth, round buttocks, found the dark, alluring anus, applied lubricant, and then
thrust in without hesitation.
He panted, "Yan Yu, your anus is so hot, so gentle, so comfortable. I... this is the first
time I've fucked someone else, this is my virginity, given to you."
Yan Yu's eyes were also filled with affection as he said, "Me too, I only gave it to Xiang Shi yesterday, and today you're the second.
Your cock is so hard, so hot, I can feel the shape of your cock." His cock had been through countless
battles, but his anus had never been deflowered.
The thought that this was an anus that Xiang Shi had also fucked made Qing Mo feel incredibly close, and he wanted to penetrate even
deeper into its dark, burning depths, to linger there for a long time.
Because he had already ejaculated twice, Qing Mo lasted quite a while this time. He lifted Yan Yu's buttocks higher and higher,
using his... His knees were underneath, thrusting down hard. Yan Yu's white, delicate feet were raised high in the air, like
white flowers in the mountain wind, swaying softly and rhythmically. His dark penis,
aroused by the pleasure of his young anus being violated, grew harder and harder.
Suddenly, Yan Yu pleaded, "I want more. How about we go outside to make love?"
Qing Mo shuddered, so shocked that his penis fell out of Yan Yu's tight, dark anus. "You,
what did you say?"
Yan Yu blushed and lowered her head, saying, "I'm thinking of an open-air place, a place where others might see us.
That would excite me even more. It's a little quirk of mine, I guess. Would you accept it?"
Qingmo thought, "You don't know, I saw you being exposed and humiliated yesterday. Your mother dragged you outside to
masturbate, and you were so unwilling. But with me, you took the initiative. You like me, you like me
so deeply, how could I refuse?"
Without another word, he pulled Yanyu up, hugged her tightly, and went to the balcony together.
The sky was vast, a clear, dazzling blue. Under the bright midday sun, a naked
boy wearing only a pink bra leaned against the railing, his smooth, alluring white buttocks protruding, while another naked
boy wearing only ripped stockings lay on his back, his penis deeply buried in his anus.
The fourteen-year-old boys, not yet in the second year of junior high, were both sweating profusely, their bodies pressed tightly together, their hips thrusting rapidly, their black penises
swaying freely beneath them.
Qingmo said, "Someone's watching us."
Behind a window in the building across the street, a young woman was standing. Downstairs, two kindergarten-aged boys
looked up and pointed. Further away on a rooftop, it seemed someone had raised a telescope and lingered for a long time.
Yan Yu, panting, said, "I want them to see, I want the whole world to know that I'm so happy being fucked by you,
I love you."
With that, he turned back and kissed Qing Mo.
Even this happiest union had its end. The anal sex continued for an unknown amount of time, until finally,
Qing Mo couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated.
Yan Yu turned back, his beautiful face showing a mixture of unbearable pleasure and intense joy, and softly
said to Qing Mo, "You came, I could feel it, hot, so much, inside my intestines, it felt so good."
At that moment, Qing Mo felt he could die without regrets.
After the intense exercise, his stomach rumbled. Yan Yu collapsed on the bed and suggested going out to eat,
but Qing Mo immediately opened the wardrobe and started searching for women's clothing.
He found Yan Yu a sexy sailor outfit, paired with a pleated skirt and black over-the-knee stockings, the top of which
was tied with white silk thread, digging into her fair thighs, yet revealing a 2.5-centimeter "absolute
territory" between the stockings and the short skirt. She wore a twin-tail wig, seemingly youthful, yet with a touch of Japanese porn star
allure.
Qing Mo himself wore a daring red tank top; his flat chest couldn't fill it out, and
his nipples were constantly at risk of being exposed. However, boys aren't afraid of nipples being exposed. Below, he wore denim shorts that were almost like briefs
, plus flip-flops, making his legs appear particularly straight and long.
Yan Yu's natural face already surpassed many beauties, while Qing Mo himself imitated Xiang Shi's technique from the morning,
painting his face, which was still presentable.
After going out, they indeed attracted a lot of attention, with the sounds of phones snapping photos
coming from all directions. Two stunningly beautiful cross-dressers, hand in hand, heads held high, chests puffed out, oblivious to the disturbances around them.
When paying the bill at the upscale Western restaurant, since both were dressed as women and had already had anal sex,
Qingmo felt no qualms about paying. Looking back at Yanyu's affectionate expression, Qingmo sweetly
thought that if she were to support Yanyu for the rest of her life, Yanyu certainly wouldn't feel offended.
After leaving the restaurant, they wanted to use the public restroom. After a moment's hesitation, Yanyu cheerfully pulled Qingmo into
the women's restroom. This was Qingmo's first time in a women's restroom. Yanyu had
been a few times before, when he was seduced by older women, but never with such initiative and openness.
They squeezed into the same squat toilet stall, taking turns urinating, letting each other watch the beautiful sight of their golden urine
gushing from their penises. First, Yan Yu urinated while Qing Mo stood watching. Then,
when it was Qing Mo's turn to urinate, Yan Yu stood to the side. While urinating, Qing Mo watched as Yan Yu's penis wasn't fully inserted, and couldn't resist taking it into his mouth,
sucking up the remaining drops, then continuing to suck forcefully until Yan Yu ejaculated on his face. Yan Yu wanted to play too,
so he squatted down, made Qing Mo stand up, and then fucked his tender mouth, ejaculating on his face.
The two adorable cross-dressers, their pretty faces covered in semen, returned to the street, attracting astonished stares from those around them. Although
these actions were risky, they were fearless as long as they were with the people they loved. Many noticed
the white, unidentified liquid on their faces, but what drew even more attention were their untainted, pure, joyful
, heavenly smiles.
Back at Qingmo's house, they stripped naked and lay on their sides on the bed. They turned around and began sucking
each other's penises, drinking each other's semen. Then they sat up, still holding the last mouthful of semen, and passionately kissed,
exchanging the semen in their mouths.
They each put on a new pair of stockings and used their stockinged feet to clamp each other's penises, performing footjobs.
After ejaculating onto each other's feet, they licked each other's stockinged feet clean.
Finally, it was dark, and neither of them could get an erection or ejaculate, but they were still unsatisfied.
Yan Yu said weakly but passionately, "Xiangshi told me that even if a penis is ruined, a boy's body can still
be used for fun."
Qingmo laughed and said, "He taught me that too, and he even left this for me." Saying this, he took out
a black rubber double-headed dragon dildo from the bedside table.
The two boys pounced on the double-headed dragon, licking it until it was lubricated. Then, they carefully sat facing
each other, letting the dragon spread their anuses. They groaned and tried to push their buttocks forward until their buttocks touched, the
dragon reaching deep into their intestines.
Then, supporting their slender, beautiful legs, they thrust their buttocks against each other, their limp
, adorable penises swaying incessantly, their soft moans and gasps filling the air until they were exhausted and fell asleep.
The next day, when Qingmo woke up, the sun was high in the sky. The double-headed dragon Xiangshi had given him was still inserted in his and Yanyu's anuses,
their position unchanged all night.
Qingmo slowly let the double-headed dragon slide out of his sensitive anus, remembering that without Xiangshi, there would
be no such happiness, and gratefully kissed the double-headed dragon. Xiangshi's penis fucked both of their anuses,
and the double-headed dildo Xiangshi had given them also fucked their anuses; it felt so intimate, like holding Xiangshi's own penis
.
Then, he crawled on all fours to Yan Yu's side and kissed his delicate face. Yan Yu also woke up.
She gave him an incredibly warm smile.
Qingmo said, "I thought of something, but don't be angry if I tell you."
Yanyu said in a soft, childish voice, "I also thought of something, and I'm afraid you'll be angry too."
Qingmo said, "Shall we go find Xiangshi?"
Yanyu said, "Shall we make Xiangshi our boyfriend?"
Qingmo laughed and said, "It's settled then."
They both giggled at the same time, their hands clasped tightly together, the pink, morning-erect penis pressed against the black, morning-erect penis
.
Chapter
5 More than four months later, on November 15th, it was nearly late autumn. In S City in the south, amidst the pattering rain, Xiangshi
woke up in a hotel. Looking at the unfamiliar room, he was dazed for a while before he remembered that he had been brought here
for the night by a client.
That client was a fat, greasy middle-aged man, probably a primary school teacher or something, with a short penis, impotence, and
premature ejaculation, and his fetish was for minors. He was attracted to Xiangshi because of her flat chest, like a seven or eight-year-old
girl who hadn't developed yet; he didn't like his penis. So Xiangshi spent the whole night shirtless, using a girl's
voice to act coquettishly, serving his limp old penis with his mouth, without getting any pleasure himself.
However, there were always customers like this, and they paid six hundred yuan. Xiangshi plugged in the charger, turned
on his phone, and checked the balance. The phone he was using now was the one Qingmo had given him in July, but
Xiangshi had completely forgotten about Qingmo now.
Unexpectedly, there were over a hundred missed calls on his phone, from forty or fifty different numbers
. These numbers were all people he knew in the gay community. Last night, his phone had run out of battery and shut down automatically; he hadn't expected
that gay people all over the country would be looking for Xiangshi.
Xiangshi was too lazy to call back, too lazy to ask what was going on. He took a shower, put on a tank top and short skirt, paid the bill, and left.
He didn't want to care about anything, but at the same time, he felt that something very important was missing in his heart.
During the years he wandered away from home, this was a common feeling, especially strong in the early morning.
The mornings in S City were cold; Xiang Shi was still wearing summer clothes, revealing and sexy, offering no warmth whatsoever. He hugged his arms,
shivering, and walked quickly through the bustling but deserted streets in the drizzling rain.
He walked to a bar in a narrow alley. At eight in the morning, the bar wasn't open; it was a
gay bar, and like Mei Mei's mother, it was willing to help Xiang Shi, so Xiang Shi knew where the back door was.
Squeezing through the back door, the curtain blocked out the wind and rain, making Xiang Shi breathe a sigh of relief.
Xiang Shi laboriously climbed onto a high stool, leaned on the bar counter, slapped out two hundred-yuan bills, and said, "Vodka,
large."
The owner, who was mopping the floor, said, "Xiang Shi, where did you come from again? I was looking for you last night."
He was one of the owners of those hundred-plus missed calls.
Xiangshi said weakly, "What do you want?"
The bartender said, "Good news! Two cute boys say they want to pursue you. Here's their number."
Xiangshi didn't even look at it, lying there saying, "I don't want to talk to them. Give me some alcohol, and after I get drunk, let them
come and 'collect my corpse'."
"Collect my corpse" means to get someone drunk and unconscious in a bar, so that someone else can take advantage of them
.
The bartender said, "You're paying for it yourself? Aren't you going to find a rich guy to buy you drinks?"
Xiangshi said irritably, "I'm rich today, give me some alcohol."
He felt empty inside, and inexplicably sad, so he desperately drank vodka and soon passed out.
When he woke up, Xiangshi felt weak and dizzy, much worse than his usual hangover. He could only
lift his upper body two inches, and he had severe abdominal pain.
A wave of immense terror washed over him, and he jerked his eyes open to find himself in a large, unfamiliar room.
The walls were pink, adorned with reproductions of world-famous paintings, and a large plush bear sat on the dressing table. It didn't look like a hotel;
it seemed more like a boudoir.
A soft voice said from the side, "Don't move. You had a perforated stomach yesterday and underwent surgery
. The stitches won't be removed for a week." The voice rose slightly, cheerfully announcing, "Qingmo, he's
awake!"
Xiangshi recognized the speaker as Yan Yu. Although he had only spent a day with Yan Yu, her beauty
was unforgettable.
Yan Yu's long, straight black hair cascaded down her shoulders, topped with a nurse's cap. Her upper body was clad in a tight-fitting nurse's uniform,
while her lower body was bare, revealing her large, dark penis. In the four months since he last saw her, her penis had grown even
slightly larger. Qingmo ran in laughing, swinging her pink, tender cock. She was dressed in the same alluring, sexy style,
her slender, straight legs encased in pure white stockings, her beautiful feet in cream-colored high heels.
Xiangshi asked, "Where is this? Why am I here?"
Qingmo smiled and said, "This is our home in S City. After we settled in, we've been looking for you."
Xiangshi said, "You mean all those phone calls yesterday? What did you want?"
Qingmo's gaze was tender as she glanced at Yanyu, who nodded sweetly. The two adorable cross-dressers
said together, "We want to propose to you. We both want to marry you."
Xiangshi's mind went blank. She said, "Stop talking nonsense, I'm leaving." She tried to get up but
couldn't. She could only say, with her handsome cock erect, "I need to pee, help me up."
Qingmo suppressed a laugh and exchanged a glance with Yanyu, then suddenly bent down and took Xiangshi's pert cock into her mouth.
Xiangshi said, "What are you doing?"
Yan Yu said, "Just pee in her mouth, she wants to drink it."
Xiangshi was terrified and tried desperately to get up. Yan Yu, as if he had practiced before, pressed down on Xiangshi
's upper body without hesitation. Despite her delicate and tender appearance, Yan Yu was still a boy with strength, making Xiangshi unable to move at all. After holding back her
urine for more than twenty hours, Xiangshi finally couldn't hold it in any longer and released it into the warm little mouth in despair.
"Glug, glug." For a moment, the boudoir was silent, with only the sound of Qingmo swallowing.
After she finished urinating, Yan Yu let go. At this moment, Qingmo's front was completely wet, her mouth was bulging, and she still had the last mouthful of
hot urine in her mouth. Yan Yu happily leaned over and gave Qingmo a wet kiss, letting Qingmo feed him the mouthful of hot urine from the young boy, and the two of them shared it.
He drank it down.
The current scene was extremely bizarre. If he had woken up in a hotel, or in the home of some strange uncle,
or even in an empty warehouse with a cigarette butt stuffed in his anus, Xiang Shi would have been used to it. But here in this
warm and comfortable place, being served so tenderly by two cute, big-dicked cross-dressers, everything was
abnormally beautiful, making him extremely terrified. He felt that he might be subjected to live experiments at any moment, his penis being dissected and studied
.
Xiang Shi trembled all over, and said in a bluffing manner, "You... what's going on with you now? Answer me quickly,
or don't blame me for being impolite."
Qing Mo gently told him that she had arranged for Yan Yu to sever ties with her parents, officially taking Yan Yu under
her wing, and that the two of them had moved to S City to live together, cutting ties with everything from the past, even giving up
their social identity as boys with penises, and even finding a way to change the gender on their ID cards to "female," just like Mei
Mei's mother, who should be addressed as "she." Over the past four months, they completed numerous procedures and
diligently practiced the essential skills for cross-dressers, such as makeup and voice imitation. The two arrived at a new school,
living as girls, scheming against each other, while unconsciously attracting the boys' attention with their delicate beauty,
achieving a complete transformation.
"This new life is a gift from you. We have no way to repay you but to offer ourselves in return," Qingmo
said with a blushing smile. "You were my first man, and you were Yanyu's first man too.
Our bodies have special memories of our first man."
Xiangshi tried to back away, but her body was weak, and the space on the bed didn't allow it. He said, "Don't joke around."
Qingmo laughed and said, "Age isn't a problem. Anyway, there's no such thing as legal same-sex marriage after twenty-two, so
we can have a wedding when we're fourteen. My mothers got married when they were minors."
Xiangshi said irritably, "Who wants to talk to you about this? I wanted to... um..."
Qingmo said softly, "Your anesthesia hasn't worn off yet, and your mind isn't fully clear. Our feelings are probably
a bit sudden for you too. Calm down first."
She and Yanyu left the room.
Xiangshi couldn't calm down at all, his heart filled with panic and fear. They were being so nice to him; there must be a terrible plan behind it
.
On the third day, he was finally able to get out of bed. He found that the window could only be opened a crack, and the door wasn't locked,
but one of Qingmo and Yanyu was always waiting outside, sleeping on the cot. When Xiangshi tiptoed out,
he would disturb her and be "politely escorted" back to the room.
Was he being held captive? What did they want from him?
As for the marriage proposal, he didn't believe a word of it. If he had even the slightest expectation for marriage and family,
he wouldn't be the carefree gay boy, Xiangshi.
"Get rid of them quickly," Xiangshi thought.
On the seventh day, the stitches were finally removed. After the doctor left, Xiangshi put on his clothes and said to Qingmo and Yanyu,
"You like me?"
The two nodded vigorously, "We like you."
Xiangshi said coldly, "If you really like me, then give me ten thousand yuan and let me go. Don't come looking for me.
Are you willing to do that?"
He was prepared to bargain and fight his way out.
No, Qingmo simply took out his phone, made a few gestures, and said, "The money is transferred to you. We
're boys ourselves, so we understand. Boys sometimes really need some peace and quiet without being disturbed
. Go ahead, but we'll come looking for you eventually."
Money and freedom were easily obtained. Xiangshi knew this was a rare opportunity and couldn't let it slip away. He immediately ran away from
the frightening house and the upscale neighborhood.
Xiangshi had been tricked by his parents into attending an "internet addiction rehabilitation school," where he was shaved, whipped, and
electrocuted. When the school forced him to work on a construction site, he desperately jumped from the third floor and escaped. He
had also been tricked into going to Thailand by human traffickers, where he stole a knife and stabbed one of
them. After hiding and wandering for a while, he managed to smuggle himself back to China. These experiences had deeply ingrained in him: only what he obtained through his own efforts, extortion, or
physical exploitation was reliable; anything offered willingly by others with smiling faces was the most dangerous,
bait in a trap. Xiangshi didn't receive a proper secondary education, but he was self-taught and
deeply understood Lu Xun's "On Taking Things Over."
With 10,000 yuan and his ID card in hand, he haphazardly checked into a five-star hotel.
Three days passed, and his phone remained silent; Qingmo and the others hadn't contacted him. Xiangshi was bored and didn't know what to do
.
Lying naked on the silk-cotton bed, gazing at the dazzling night view outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, Xiangshi casually toyed with
his small, red, pearl-like nipples, thinking, "Could they truly love me? I don't believe it; I'll test them."
Xiangshi loathed his own parents and family, so he was terrified of marriage. At the same
time, he viewed a happy marriage as something extremely sacred and distant, worthy only of immense trials
.
He called Qingmo: "You said you want to marry me? Give me two houses first."
Qingmo happily replied on the other end of the phone, "No problem."
This startled Xiangshi again, leaving him half-believing, half-doubting. Fifteen minutes later, a real estate agent called, and
a Buick minivan pulled up to the hotel, taking him to see the apartments.
Good location, near the subway, large, 200 square meters, exquisitely decorated, all solid wood—Xiangshi felt like he was in a dream.
These concepts had previously been just bragging rights for him, but now the keys were truly in his hands.
He was even more afraid.
He thought, "I've made a fool of myself. These two houses are like chains, binding me to this place. If they
really want to harm me, I can't take the houses with me when I run away."
So he called Qingmo again: "I've changed my mind. You sell the houses and give me the equivalent cash."
Although he had completely tricked Qingmo, it was a good new test to see if they were truly
in love.
Qingmo immediately set about doing this. Finding a buyer right away wasn't easy, so Meimei's mother helped her with the houses...
The house was mortgaged to a bank to obtain a loan, which was then used by an agent to sell it. The 20 million yuan loan was transferred to Xiangshi.
Because the property deed was in Xiangshi's name, he needed to go to the housing management office
and the bank in person to complete the formalities. There, Qingmo, dressed in a clean, plain-colored dress, with her hair in a neat ponytail and wearing
wedge sandals, met with Xiangshi.
Qingmo said softly, "Neither the house nor the cash is a dowry. You don't have to
take any responsibility. You can choose not to marry us, and this money is still yours; you don't need to repay it."
Xiangshi was stunned. After Qingmo and her family left, he was still standing there in the service hall.
The money was in his personal account, but Xiangshi was still not at ease. He immediately withdrew one million yuan from the bank, filled
a suitcase, and returned to the hotel. Now it really wasn't a scam anymore; the banknotes were in his hands, spread all over
the bed, and the feel of them couldn't be more real. Xiangshi went out and bought a gold necklace, gold bracelet, gold anklet, and gold credit
card, dressing himself in gold from head to toe. There was nothing wrong with it; the money was real cash.
Although a sense of emptiness and unreality lingered, another question inevitably
arose in Xiangshi's mind:
People have already spent real money; do you really think you "don't have to take any responsibility"?
Assuming 600 yuan for an overnight stay, a year's salary would only be… multiplied up, how much… yes, less than 220,000
yuan. Even if sold to Thailand, or his organs sold, it wouldn't be worth 20 million.
Xiangshi liked taking advantage of others, not because he liked harming people, but for his own sense of security. Once he truly
took advantage of someone, he couldn't help but want to compensate. So, when he took Qingmo's phone, he
taught him everything he knew, training Qingmo, and then actively trained Yanyu.
Now, with such a generous client, Xiangshi found he couldn't ignore his professional ethics as a young male prostitute
.
"If it's about prostitution, I have no problem," he thought, "but when it comes to marriage... it's not just about money.
True love has to withstand greater tests."
Xiang Shi searched his phone's contacts and found a handsome guy he knew in the gay community. This guy
claimed to be "the reincarnation of Leslie Cheung," but in reality, he was a scumbag who didn't keep his sweet talk, never paid back his loans, ruined his online gaming teammates' lives,
tricked his wife into marriage, became a live-in son-in-law, and was then kicked out by his wife—a disgrace to gay men worldwide.
He called the scumbag handsome guy and said, "Here's 100,000 yuan. Do me a favor... ugh, don't call me Dad
, it's disgusting. Listen carefully, you go and seduce these two cross-dressers. Don't hurt them, just see if you can make
them fall in love with you. I'll send you the address and photos in a bit."
The scumbag handsome guy took the order and went to carry it out.
Xiangshi hid in his hotel room,
lost in thought. He had ordered a full range of Dior's exorbitantly priced lipsticks, tried two, and then gave up. He ordered a 10,000 yuan tuna sushi delivery, but only ate a couple of bites before abandoning it. His mind, however, was filled with
Qingmo's pink anus. How could a boy's anus be so pure and elegant, without a
trace of filth? And Yanyu's delicate red lips, so alluring yet so irresistible,
making Xiangshi's testicles burn.
It was all Qingmo's fault, for depriving Xiangshi of the need to prostitute himself for money. But the sexual
desires of a fourteen-year-old boy were pent up and difficult to suppress. Xiangshi could only lie alone on the large bed, gripping his hard, thick penis, masturbating frantically.
A few days later, that scumbag handsome guy came to the hotel to report to Xiangshi and, incidentally, collect the remaining payment.
Xiangshi opened the door and welcomed him in, hurriedly kneeling down to undo the handsome scumbag's belt: "Get on the bed first, we'll
talk while you fuck me."
The handsome scumbag pressed down on Xiangshi's slender, supple, wheat-colored, naked body, his large hand gripping Xiangshi's hot, erect penis,
thrusting and lewdly laughing, saying, "Those two kids are both pretty good, they seem so innocent, their asses are tighter than yours
. Especially that one called Qingmo, I've never fucked such a tight ass before. Of course, Yanyu is good too, his face is
so handsome, it's hard to last long with him."
Xiangshi's heart sank. Deep down, he didn't want Qingmo and Yanyu to be seduced, and he
regretted sending this overly experienced guy. And this handsome scumbag, he was actually hugging them while
saying things like "other boys' asses are tighter than yours," did he even want the final payment?
The handsome scumbag continued, "They genuinely like you too. I tried every method I'd ever used, but
they wouldn't even glance at me. It felt like they were straight men."
Although a sour feeling welled up inside, Xiang Shi's lips couldn't help but curve upwards slightly, silently thinking, "You don't know
, they are genetically straight."
The handsome scumbag said smugly, "But am I someone to be trifled with? In the end, I confronted them, saying that
Xiang Shi sent me to seduce you. Guess what they said? They all said, 'Since it's Xiang Shi's order, there's nothing we can do
,' looking very troubled, but obediently not resisting me, haha. When I fucked them, they all called
your name."
Xiang Shi was already in tears.
He grabbed his phone, jumped off the bed, quickly pulled on a pair of pants, and said, "I've transferred the final payment
to you."
The scumbag handsome guy, with his erect penis on the bed, said, "Final payment, great, that's wonderful. But, you got me all worked up, and
before I even came, you ran away?"
Xiangshi ran to the door, wiped away her tears, turned back, and laughed, "Sorry, you can
masturbate yourself. From now on, my body belongs only to those two."
Xiangshi went to find Qingmo and Yanyu and accepted their proposals. A week later, the wedding was held.
The wedding was destined to be low-key; few guests attended, but it was very solemn. Here, Xiangshi met
Qingmo's three mothers, and two or three senior figures in the gay community.
In a scenic area, halfway up a green mountain, a large cliff naturally jutted out, offering a commanding view
of the winding river over the vast fields. The wedding was held on the cliff platform in the chilly autumn wind, with the mountains and rivers as witnesses
.
Xiangshi shaved his head short, put on a black suit, and took the hands of his two young wives in white wedding dresses, one on each side.
He then placed a diamond ring on each of their slender, snow-white fingers .
Tears welled in their eyes. Xiangshi said that both diamond rings were bought with the money from the twenty million yuan, which made Qingmo's
mothers nod approvingly.
The wedding lasted less than an hour, and then they drove back.
Back at Qingmo's house, in the room where Xiangshi had rested after surgery a month ago, the three fourteen-year-old
boys looked at each other shyly and smiled. Now was the time for Xiangshi to begin fulfilling his duties as a groom.
Qingmo and Yanyu blushed and pulled aside her skirt. The large, snow-white wedding dress had a high slit on the side. With just
a gentle push to the side, her white stockinged legs and erect penises were revealed. They pounced on him, giggling as they stripped
Xiangshi naked. Their pretty faces were filled with happiness and anticipation, which also filled their swollen
penises.
Meimei's mother set up cameras on both sides of the bedroom and then left. Xiangshi
embraced them on the left and right, his arms full of soft, fragrant bodies, kissing them in turn, exchanging kisses at a suitable rhythm.
He had made up his mind to use his body to repay the 20 million yuan fee for prostitution, making his two patrons
feel good.
Below, three thick penises of different colors were restlessly colliding and thrusting indiscriminately. First
, Qingmo and Yanyu kept thrusting their hips closer, and gradually Xiangshi also excitedly retaliated.
The three of them were swinging their penises without restraint, and before long, Yanyu had already ejaculated,
moaning and panting in Xiangshi's arms, her hot, thick semen spraying onto the other two's penises. She had to retreat to the side. Xiangshi
pressed Qingmo face up on the bed, lifted her long skirt, and continued to thrust his wheat-colored penis hard against Qingmo's pink, thick
penis.
Qingmo, panting, said, "No...don't be so rough. I still have a long time ahead of me, I don't want to
ejaculate so early."
Xiangshi laughed and said, "I want to compete with you. If you win, and I ejaculate first, you won't have to."
Qingmo frowned and said, "Ugh, I almost ejaculated just from the scent on your neck, how could
I possibly win? Please let me go."
This coquettish pleading made Xiangshi lose control, and he pressed even harder, his whole body pressing
against the two full, adolescent penises, thrusting and rubbing wildly.
Before long, Qingmo threw his head back and moaned as he ejaculated, spraying a white slick onto their flat chests.
Xiangshi laughed heartily, and pulled Yanyu over, pinning him down.
Yan Yu, shy yet mustering her courage, said, "My anus is already lubricated."
Xiang Shi stroked her beautiful face and laughed, "Good girl."
Yan Yu lay back on the large bed, raising her two slender legs in white stockings high, her pure white feet sticking out in mid-air. Her
delicate hands, painted with red nail polish, actively spread apart her tender and alluring buttocks, her dark, seductive anus glistening and
yearning to be violated.
As the first anal sex in the bridal chamber, the missionary position was indeed the most suitable for completing the sacred
ritual of husband and wife's union.
Xiangshi inserted his penis into that warm, dark anus, skillfully thrusting in and out nine shallow times followed by one deep one, while
looking down at Yanyu and saying, "I never thought we could go this far.
When I confessed to you in that coffee shop, all I wanted was to hug you, kiss you, or even just tease you until you blushed. That would have been enough for me.
A girl as beautiful as you, capable of turning any man in the world gay, actually ended up in
my hands. Of course, I have to treat you well."
Yanyu's eyes were hazy, his thick, dark penis swaying under his lover's thrusts. He panted as he said, "Back then, I was
attracted by the lines of your collarbone and your bright red nipples, and I almost said yes." Your confession. But, in the end, I was still worried about
Qingmo, thinking that Qingmo might also like me, and I didn't know which one to choose between the two of you.
After Qingmo confessed to me, I thought you might just be a beautiful memory in my heart. Unexpectedly, you came tonight, for
Qingmo and for me, and taught me so many important things. Fortunately, Qingmo is not jealous and is willing to let me be with you
, otherwise I really don't know what to do."
Seeing her true feelings, Xiangshi said softly, "Don't say anymore, don't really make Qingmo jealous."
Qingmo hugged her from the side and laughed, "I'm not jealous at all." She kissed Xiangshi, her soft tongue skillfully
entering Xiangshi's mouth and lingering.
Xiangshi already knew the location of Yanyu's prostate, so he raised her buttocks and focused on her prostate, preparing to quickly
bring her to orgasm and ejaculate, while he himself had to hold back from ejaculating. After all, he had two healthy and sexually active wives
to deal with, so he had to be alert.
However, Qingmo clung to him, his sensual scent filling Xiangshi's nostrils.
While kissing him, Qingmo extended a slender, cool finger, slid down Xiangshi's spine, brushing
against his tailbone, sending a shiver down his spine, before penetrating his anus and thrusting. Soon, a second
finger entered.
This shattered all of Xiangshi's efforts to restrain himself. As Yanyu ejaculated while calling his name, Xiangshi
himself ejaculated into Yanyu's hot rectum.
Xiangshi felt somewhat embarrassed.
After all, he lacked experience with two passionate, young, and energetic cross-dressing clients. He had been too
carried away during their "cockfight," pressing his penis against Qingmo's. Now that he had ejaculated, and was
soft, he needed to quickly satisfy Qingmo's needs, so he reached down to masturbate. Qingmo,
however, pushed his hand away and lowered his head, taking the slightly drooping, wheat-colored penis into his mouth.
Yan Yu hurriedly said, "That...that was just pulled out of my ass."
Although they adhered to the principles of cross-dressing and cleaned their rear ends thoroughly before and after the wedding, it still made Yan Yu and
Xiang Shi's faces change.
Qing Mo laughed and said, "Isn't Yan Yu's rectum the cleanest place in the world?" Then she took a deep breath
and "ahh" took in more.
The skillful teasing of her tongue made Xiang Shi hard quickly. He wanted to continue, but Qing Mo held his buttocks tightly
and wouldn't let go, swallowing his penis even deeper into her throat.
For the past four months, Qing Mo and Yan Yu had been diligently training their skills to please boys under the guidance of their mothers, with
deep throating in six-nine positions being a daily routine they did morning and evening, even more diligently than memorizing vocabulary. Now, Qing Mo was holding Yan Yu's big penis...
Ba Tun felt no discomfort as his penis entered Qing Mo's esophagus, and Xiang Shi's penis, about the same size as Yan Yu's, moved
with ease in Qing Mo's mouth.
Xiang Shi felt a surge of anxiety; he was supposed to fulfill his duties as a male prostitute, but right now he was the only one enjoying himself,
and he wasn't sure he'd have the energy to properly serve his wife later. However, seeing Qing Mo's long hair flowing, his absorbed focus,
and his effort in sucking his penis, he wanted to let him enjoy it a little longer, not wanting to disappoint Qing Mo's feelings.
Yan Yu also squeezed under Xiang Shi's buttocks, her tongue probing his anus, her slender, snow-white arms reaching
around to play with his sensitive black nipples.
Xiang Shi had no choice but to ejaculate his second load of semen that day deep inside Qing Mo's esophagus, this time unplanned as well.
He thought, "If this continues every night, how can I bear it? I have to find a way."
Just a month ago, he had stomach surgery. Lying on this bed, being fought over by his two beautiful fiancées for his penis
, the sense of unease and fear he felt then was now vaguely rising in his heart again.
He had already irrationally tested his wives, he had already decided to give himself to them, he
had even attended their wedding, but faced with the love of his beautiful wives, Xiang Shi still felt overwhelmed and at a loss.
He knew that his two young wives truly loved him, but he didn't know how to
reciprocate with the same pure love, and this even caused him panic.
Qing Mo had already noticed this, smiling as she swallowed her semen, got up, placed her pink penis
on Xiang Shi's thigh, and gently stroked his wheat-colored, flat chest with her delicate fingertips painted with peach-colored nail polish.
"Don't worry, my Xiangshi," she said. "Have you heard? There's a kind of person who doesn't understand what love is,
and another kind who doesn't understand what love is."
Xiangshi asked, confused, "What?" With his intelligence, he might have guessed the meaning, but right now he
was preoccupied and didn't have much time to think.
Qingmo smiled and said, "Before I met you this summer, I didn't understand 'making love,' at
least not really. You trained me and taught me what 'making love' is. You, on the other hand,
are a master at making love, but haven't you experienced too many hardships and seen too little 'love'? It's
okay if you don't understand what 'love' is. Yanyu and I will train you to understand."
Xiangshi said blankly, "Can I do that?"
Qingmo smiled and said, "Let's watch a video first."
A 120-inch home laser projection screen was right next to them. Qingmo lightly clicked on the video, which showed
Qingmo and Yanyu, their white and slender bodies completely naked. It looked like three months ago; their
hair was still short, just enough to cover their ears.
In the video, they seemed to be reciting lines, laughing and saying together, "We're not ready
to go find Xiangshi yet, but our bodies and souls already belong to her. Today, we'll leave our
mark on her."
Xiangshi thought, "I wasn't with them then, how can we leave my mark?"
On the screen, two short-haired boys turned around, presenting their tender, alluring white buttocks to the camera, each picking
up a marker and writing "Forever Belongs to Xiangshi" on the white background.
The scene shifted, filling the frame with soft, tender buttocks, the six black characters written on them. A voiceover said,
"Ready? It'll hurt a little, and it won't wash off."
Qingmo's voice, youthful yet firm, said, "Ready. My body belongs to Xiangshi, that fact is unchangeable
."
A thick needle steadily pierced her buttocks, and the tattooing began.
Watching the action in the video, Xiangshi felt a sudden pang of pain in his heart, as if a needle had been stuck in his own chest
or testicles.
"No way," he said to Qingmo and Yanyu, his face ashen, "You got tattoos?"
His two wives nodded easily.
Xiangshi roared, "Who told you to do this?"
He ripped Qingmo's skirt, tearing apart the custom-made, gold-embroidered wedding dress worth 140,000 yuan, and
threw it aside. On her exposed, smooth buttocks, where her buttocks met her waist, six small black characters appeared
: "Forever Belongs to Xiangshi." It was the kind of neat, childish handwriting typical of middle school boys
.
He then tore off Yanyu's skirt, turned her over, and saw the same six characters, like black glaze
characters on a white porcelain bowl. During the anal sex earlier, Xiangshi could only see the lower half of her buttocks, so he didn't know that
this was hidden under her skirt.
He leaned in, rubbing it vigorously with his fingertips, then licking it with his tongue, but couldn't remove it at all. Judging from the texture
and feel, it could only be a real tattoo.
Xiangshi, furious, slapped Yan Yu's soft, white buttocks twice, making her scream.
Then, through her white stockings, she grabbed Qingmo's slender ankles and pulled him close: "Don't you dare run away!"
She slapped his buttocks twice more forcefully.
Xiangshi said, "Your butts...your bodies...I don't know how much I admire them, how much I value them,
yet you treat them so carelessly, dirtying them so easily. Even if you remove the tattoos, you'll still leave marks,
making your skin rough. Look at the mess you've made."
Qingmo frowned and pouted, stroking her sore, tender buttocks, and said aggrievedly, "I didn't just
dirty them carelessly, it was for something important, I wanted to prove that my body belongs to you."
A cheerful voiceover came from the video: "...The marking is complete. Now, Qingmo and Yanyu's bodies
completely belong to Xiangshi."
Xiangshi said irritably, "Your bodies originally belonged to me, do I need to prove that? They clearly
belong to me, yet you refuse to take good care of them, instead injuring them, it makes me want to cry. No, the more I
think about it, the angrier I get, I have to punish you, to teach you a lesson."
He pressed Qingmo down, making her lie on her back, lifted Qingmo's white-stockinged legs, applied lubricant underneath, and
forcefully thrust inside. Qingmo was initially flustered, but after feeling the fullness and pleasure brought by the hard, hot penis, she began
to moan happily.
Xiangshi touched the tattooed area on Qingmo's buttocks, feeling waves of regret. If only it had stayed there...
With them by his side, this irreparable "memorial" might never have happened. He then recalled how he had actually paid
a scumbag handsome guy to fuck their asses, and how they had agreed for Xiang Shi's sake. Now, they hoped these
bullshit "tests" had never occurred. Now, he could only thrust even more fiercely into Qing Mo's anus, hoping to
keep him there.
Xiang Shi said, "I absolutely forbid you from doing this again, not even thinking about it, not even for me,
do you hear me?"
Qing Mo was tossed about like a typhoon, unable to answer.
And then there was Yan Yu. Xiang Shi pulled the terrified Yan Yu over and forcefully took the large, black penis into his mouth,
as deep as possible, down to his throat, until his nose was touching his pubic hair, as if afraid that the penis exposed would be tattooed
, hurt, or stolen.
Xiang Shi felt a surge of emotion he had never felt before welling up inside him, as if it had been hidden somewhere for a long time and was
only now surfacing. This heartache, this cherishing, this concern, this possessiveness, this protectiveness—
though unfamiliar to him, he wasn't a fool. He immediately understood that this was his
true love for his two young wives.
It made him completely forget the professional obligations of a male prostitute to millions in fees, forget to conserve his energy.
Now, he only wanted to protect Qingmo and Yanyu, to let them understand his unspoken feelings, and
to never be separated from them.
The young man, filled with deep love, fucked his newlywed wife with ten times the power of a male prostitute.
Qingmo was fucked until she was dizzy and disoriented, her penis convulsing and ejaculating again, while Xiangshi's thrusting showed no
sign of stopping or slowing down. Qingmo's whole body went limp; she felt she could see nothing, hear nothing, as if
she were already dead, only that penis inside her, its hardness and heat still exceptionally clear. He thought, "Xiangshi
's penis is still inside me. Whether I go to heaven or hell, Xiangshi will be with me. I'm not afraid of death."
Yan Yu felt as if his entire penis was being sucked into a vortex, but thinking that it was given to Xiangshi, he held nothing back and
let him suck it vigorously.
This time, Xiangshi ejaculated inside Qingmo, but he still felt it wasn't enough.
He rode on Qingmo's body again, positioned himself in a riding position, and used his experienced anus to manipulate Qingmo's
pink penis, while at the same time spreading Yan Yu's dazzling white buttocks and desperately licking the rectum.
He also used his armpits to hold Yan Yu's penis, giving her an experience she had never imagined, while holding his penis and pressing it against Qingmo
's white stockinged feet, fucking her soles.
Xiangshi also fucked Qingmo's mouth hard while holding Yan Yu to his chest, letting him suck his nipples,
while he kneaded and played with Yan Yu's testicles.
Qingmo wanted to go to the toilet to urinate, but Xiangshi, of course, wouldn't allow him to go, and made him come over and drink his urine.
...
After the storm subsided, the three lay side by side on the bed. Xiangshi lay on his back in the middle, with Qingmo and Yanyu
on either side, their faces resting on Xiangshi's shoulders, their large penises resting on his thighs.
The bed wasn't very wide, but it was more than enough for them, as they were very close together.
Xiangshi suddenly exclaimed, "How did you come up with such a brilliant idea? Using tattoos
made me understand my love for you in an instant."
Qingmo said, "We didn't expect the first trick to work so well. We had prepared many follow-up tricks,
like you said, suddenly coming out at a school assembly, giving you aphrodisiacs to rape us, or
castrating ourselves to show our dedication..."
Xiangshi shouted, "Idiots, idiots, idiots! You might as well die of stupidity. This kind of thing is absolutely forbidden, I won't
allow it, understand?"
He pinched his two stupid wives' buttocks hard a few times, and heard two pitiful replies.
Xiangshi smiled, then turned and grasped both of their large penises, saying softly, "Thank you for letting
me receive love."
Their soft little hands also grasped his penis.
Yan Yu said, "You were the one who first brought us love, the love between Qingmo and me."
Qingmo said, "We should thank you first."
(The End)

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