The story I heard

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This is a story I heard. I didn't know Tiger at first. It was at a dinner party that I met a friend who was doing business with me, and he turned out to be one of his close friends. Later, he helped his friend out and ended up becoming my "god" (a term used to describe someone who is taken seriously), and we ended up living and eating together for over three months. To maintain our relationship, I would often accompany him out for meals and entertainment outside of work, but he resolutely refused to date. I even joked with him about it, but he just smiled and didn't say anything, so I didn't press him. One day, he accidentally noticed an app on my phone and gave a subtle, almost imperceptible, smirk. Actually, I was extremely embarrassed and flustered inside, but I quickly changed the subject while maintaining a calm facade.
Later, in a drunken stupor, he told me, without warning, that he particularly enjoyed watching other men have sex with his wife, guaranteeing she'd come in five strokes. His words nearly choked me; I stared at him in horror. He grabbed my phone, saying, "Deleting porn won't change your lewdness. We're kindred spirits." I panicked, spilling a glass of wine, completely stunned. Even with my years of experience in the underworld, I couldn't hide my shock; I was speechless. Actually, we were both perfectly sober, both aware of the crucial point.
We talked all night long, and we were both incredibly hard.
Later, I thought that once the truth was out, we wouldn't be able to get along anymore, but instead, our relationship actually improved a lot, and we became inseparable buddies. Then he told me his whole story. I found his experiences incredibly fascinating, so I compiled them. After reading them, he got an erection immediately—a very exciting past…
My name is Hu Zi, I am 36 years old, from northern China, and I work in the telecommunications industry.
Actually, my name doesn't contain the character for "tiger," but everyone who meets me likes to call me that, so I just accept it. I joined the army in 2000. The first person I admired was W. At the welcoming ceremony, he was a particularly resolute-looking man. At the time, I didn't know who he was, only that he was a high-ranking leader. He had an exceptionally good physique and a unique demeanor, standing out among the other leaders and leaving a deep impression on me. The next few months were quite tough, or rather, exhausting. I'm a 100% rural kid, and I know nothing but how to endure hardship; I'd never even touched a computer before. I always remembered my parents' teachings: perform well, and believe that opportunity can change your destiny. Through my persistence and hard work, I consistently ranked at the top in various assessments and evaluations. To put it more professionally, my basic skills were excellent, and I was promoted quickly, even becoming a deputy squad leader.
The team was holding a swimming league, and I was one of the fastest swimmers in the company. I never imagined that after rounds of competition, I would be able to represent the company in the finals. The second time I saw F was at the team's selection finals. He was also competing, but in a different weight class than me. W, wearing a swimming cap and black and white swim trunks, walked past me with elegant composure and a particularly commanding presence. F, without his clothes on, had a fantastic physique—beautifully defined muscles and very prominent abs. At that moment, I thought I absolutely had to be like him, and I even touched my own stomach with a touch of self-consciousness.
The result of that match was that W and I represented our district in the national league.
To prepare for the competition, the team specifically arranged time and hired a professional coach to train W and me together. During that period, we were almost together every day. I learned swimming through self-taught methods, but I improved quickly under the coach's guidance. W often gave me pointers, but he never talked to me much. Occasionally, he would ask me a question, and I would only answer directly. I didn't dare to talk to him; the difference in our skill levels was too great. He was my superior, and I didn't dare to look him in the eye. I always walked behind him, constantly emphasizing that I needed to be quick and agile, always ready to respond.
Because I sometimes have to work during the day, and some training sessions are in the afternoon or evening, one evening it was raining outside. The coach hadn't arrived yet, but W arrived first and started changing. I quickly changed and showered too. When I came out, a woman walked towards me. I was startled and didn't even have time to see her outline before I froze. W came over and said, "This is your sister-in-law." Then she jumped into the water. I immediately stood up straight and stammered, "Hello, sister-in-law." I didn't dare look at her. "It's okay, I just came to check. You guys swim," she said, and then went to the side.
We swam dozens of laps under her watchful eye, and I felt extremely uncomfortable, as if someone was constantly invading my privacy.
I was a late bloomer when it came to sex; back then, I was practically clueless. I wasn't even very good at masturbating; before joining the team, I'd only done it three or four times. I didn't know the proper technique, and when it hurt, I lost interest. My family is large—one older brother and two younger sisters. In my memory, I've never seen my parents have sex, even though we slept on the same kang (heated brick bed). After my older brother got a little older, I shared a room with him, but I never saw him masturbate. I don't even know what his penis looks like; he never talked to me about it, and the sex teacher never taught it. The countryside is very isolated; there were no other ways for me to learn about sex. We had a TV, but it was for watching dramas, and it was usually off, only being watched briefly at night. I started experiencing nocturnal emissions in my first year of high school, without any dreams. One morning, I woke up with my underwear sticky and disgusting. I thought something was wrong with me, but I didn't dare ask anyone. I only learned about it later from conversations with classmates. After that, I learned more or less about sex, also from those classmates. Looking back now, I was so naive. I proudly believed I was the only normal person, and that they were all fucking indecent. I could control whether my penis was hard or not, but I thought having sex was a disgusting and shameful thing. I was very resistant to it.
When I arrived at the company, my eyes were opened and I gained a new understanding of this matter. Sometimes the brothers would joke around and tell dirty jokes in vivid detail, and every time this happened, I would get incredibly hard. Even so, I rarely masturbated, partly because of the environment and partly because of the endless training, which left me with no energy to think about it, but I would occasionally have nocturnal emissions.
But something was off with me today. My penis was hard, and the more I tried to control it, the harder it got. I was afraid of being seen, even though it was just the three of us. I don't know what was wrong with me; I was starting to panic. Just then, W jumped out of the pool to go to the restroom, and my sister-in-law followed me along the edge of the pool. I felt like the whole atmosphere was off. I was frantically trying to grab things, and I even choked on some water. My swimming cap also fell off. I had no choice but to go to the edge of the pool. Just then, W came out, and... (The text abruptly shifts to a seemingly unrelated anecdote about a person named W, followed by a series of seemingly random characters and symbols.) At the same time, she turned her head, and I quickly ran over to help her. She gripped my hand tightly with one hand, and I supported her arm to stand up. This gave me a full view of her right breast. Her top was very low-cut, and her bra had slipped to one side, revealing her entire breast—snow-white, round, and with a small black bean on top. My brain felt a little oxygen-deprived, and I tried to look away. Just as I helped her up, she started to fall again. With a slight pull, she fell into my arms. W came over and asked what was wrong. My sister-in-law said she had slipped and twisted her ankle, unable to stand steadily. W told me to support her while he knelt down to take off her high heels to check her foot. My sister-in-law leaned her entire upper body against me, her supporting leg wedged between my legs, and her buttocks could easily rub against my penis with every movement. Her breasts were already driving me crazy, and the fragrance emanating from her, combined with the heat emanating from her soft body, made it impossible for me to resist. I could only subconsciously hold her waist tightly, stiffly arching my back, afraid to move. My sister-in-law was also arching her back, moaning softly. Her buttocks intermittently rubbed against my hard penis. I felt like I was about to explode, so I quickly hugged her tightly with both hands, slightly raising my knees to hold her down, my hard penis pressing against her buttocks. Her body pressed against me, and this pressure almost made me ejaculate. I quickly held my breath and held it for three or four minutes. W was still massaging my sister-in-law's feet. I was already drenched in sweat, mainly because we were hugging each other too tightly, separated only by her thin shirt. I could feel her soft body getting hotter and hotter every minute. I knew I couldn't hold on much longer. My sister-in-law started to wriggle and squirm, then freed one hand to grab mine. Her other hand reached near my thigh and scratched wildly. She seemed to be in a lot of pain, so I twisted my body to avoid it. This movement gave my penis room to move. I was about to ejaculate. At this critical moment, W stood up, grabbed my sister-in-law's outstretched hand, pulled her into his arms, and ordered me to wait for him at the door. Her foot was dislocated. I obeyed and rushed out. I didn't rinse off or wear swim trunks; I was afraid I would lose control and ejaculate. I waited at the door for more than 40 minutes before W came out carrying my sister-in-law. I wanted to help W take my sister-in-law to her, but his colleague, Brother Chen, came over, and W wouldn't let me go.
That night I couldn't sleep at all. It was the first time I'd ever seen a woman's breasts. Images of those soft, white mounds of flesh kept flashing through my mind, and I longed to touch them. In the middle of the night, I went to the bathroom and ejaculated all over the floor.

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