Poor Asi

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Author: Unknown

A few days ago, Axi met me on the street. He happily grabbed my hand and said with a big laugh, "Xiaomi
, my salary has increased by more than 100 yuan this time. I have more than 600 yuan a month now."

I said to him, "I heard that the government is going to provide medical insurance for retired employees of your company. Now your life
is more secure. You must enjoy your retirement happily."

Axi still had that flawless smile on his face: "Of course, we are very happy now." He put his mouth
close to my ear and said mysteriously, "Your father-in-law is also very happy. He said that living with me will be the happiest
time of his life."

You

can't imagine that Axi is an old man who is almost seventy years old. He is full of energy and healthy. Although
his hair is gray, it stands up and looks very energetic. The wrinkles on his face are like knife marks, but you can't see a trace of fatigue.
He is not tall, but his body is very strong. There is not an ounce of fat on his body. You can tell at a glance that he has
been engaged in .

I first met Axi in the winter of 2000. My workplace had allocated me a new apartment, and I was preparing to renovate it.
I hired someone to haul in river sand and cement, filling two trucks to the brim, but my new apartment was on the fifth floor! I approached several groups of porters,
but we couldn't reach an agreement because they all asked for too much money. I'm stubborn, and I refused to believe I couldn't find anyone.

I went to the labor market, feeling quite disappointed, and was sulking when I heard a burst of hearty
laughter . I turned around and saw four porters walking towards me, chatting and laughing. I went up to them and asked if they needed any work.
One of them, a thin old man, replied, "Who do you think we are? We're not officials. What will we eat if we don't work?"

I told them I had some work to do and asked them to come with me. When we got downstairs, I pointed to the sand and cement and asked them to negotiate
a price. We haggled for ages, and the difference was only 50 yuan. Then they got angry: "
That's the price. If you agree, we'll do it."

I knew they were trying to rip me off, and my stubbornness flared up again. Just as I was about to explode, I noticed
a thin, old man quietly watching our argument. His half-smiling expression struck me. My heart skipped
a , and I changed my mind. "Hey, old man, why aren't you saying anything?" I said to him.

A burly middle-aged man next to him chimed in, "He never haggles. Ask him to haggle, and he'll help you."

"So," the old man pointed to the other three, "they won't let me speak."

Interesting, I thought. I said to him, "I'll let you speak, I'll listen."

The three of them said in unison, "Axi, just name a price."

Axi scratched his head, a little embarrassed, "Let's go with the boss's price."

The other three were about to speak when I spoke up, "Okay, Axi is so straightforward. How about this, I'll add
another hundred , okay?"

They were shocked, "What did the boss just say to us?"

I smiled, "I wanted to see if any of you were honest. Axi is to my liking, so I
'll give you an extra hundred dollars for Axi's sake, but you have to do the work well."

From then on, I got to know Axi. These workers were straightforward and talkative. From them,
I learned that Axi was a laid-off worker from the shipping company, and he was 61 years old. Because he underreported his age when he started working, he
hadn't retired yet. "It's all my fault for being greedy back then, wanting to work at the company for a few more years, who knew... sigh!"
Axi was a little disappointed, but this disappointed expression was fleeting, and he immediately regained his cheerful demeanor: "
Actually, it's nothing, at worst I can contribute to the country for a few more years."

A coworker chimed in: "That's just how Axi is, he doesn't take anything to heart, no matter how hard life is, he's still happy."

Axi continued: "If you take everything to heart, your heart won't be able to hold anything. Life is not easy, so you should live
happily every day."

Once, one of Axi's companions told me that although Axi always seemed to be laughing, he was actually very bitter inside.
When he was young, because of the hardship of life, his wife ran away with someone else. He didn't remarry, saying that he was afraid his stepmother would bully his children. He
raised his son alone, but his son was a coward who was afraid of his wife. The couple went to work in another city and
never heard from them again.

"Is he all alone now?"

"Isn't he? Luckily, his company allocated him three rooms before, otherwise, he would
n't ." The coworker sighed. "He's 61 years old, he should be retired but can't, he has to find his own food,
and he has to pay more than a thousand yuan in pension insurance every year. Otherwise, at such an old age, why would he still be out here working as a porter?"

Watching Axi struggling to carry the heavy load of sand, sweat streaming down the wrinkles on his face, I couldn't help but feel a pang of
sadness. I'm someone who loves and respects the elderly, and I can't bear to see the elderly suffer. Axi's plight touched me,
and I thought, if I have the chance, I must help him.

After the work was finished, I called Axi inside and gave him an extra hundred yuan. Axi refused to accept it, but
seeing that I was a little angry, he reluctantly accepted it, thanking me profusely and saying, "Teacher, if you need anything while you're doing
the renovation , just let me know."

I said, "How can I ask you to work for someone your age?"

He got a little anxious: "I'm in good health, I won't get sick for years. Besides, if I don't work for you,
won't I have to find work elsewhere?"

I thought that made sense, since I needed a day laborer during the renovation, so I said to him, "Okay, starting
tomorrow , you can work for me. I'll give you thirty yuan a day, how about that?"

Axi quickly said, "That's too much, too much, I usually only get thirty yuan a day ..." "It'll only earn about twenty yuan."

I patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, it's settled then. Come early tomorrow."

Axi left gratefully. As he left, I overheard a coworker whispering to him, "Axi,
the boss has taken a liking to you?"

Axi shoved the coworker: "Go to hell! You think everyone's like you, a lecherous bastard?
The teacher is a really good person."

The coworker muttered under his breath, "A good person? Does a good person not do that kind of thing?"

During my time with Axi, I learned some things about him: Axi was born in the winter of 1939.
His mother died of illness when he was a few years old. His father was a boatman, a boat puller. There was no one
else , so his father had to bring him on the boat. There were no women on the boat, but having a child
added a lot of fun for the boatmen. The boatmen were all rough men, their lives monotonous, doing the same repetitive work day after day.
Without women around, they had nowhere to release their energy, so they sought pleasure verbally, especially in the summer.
He was always slick and nimble, constantly cracking crude jokes. When aroused, his penis would stand erect, and at
night, he would sometimes take pleasure in his companions' sexual encounters. Axi grew up in this environment, and
during , he had virtually no concept of women.

The uncles and elders on the ship loved to tease Axi. At first, his father would protect him, but later,
unable to do anything about his companions, he turned a blind eye to their harassment of Axi, which
emboldened .

Axi enjoyed the uncles and elders kissing him with their hairy mouths and touching his penis with their rough hands,
but what he loved most was watching the adults' penises, whether they were limp or erect. The adults didn't hide their sexual
games , thinking he was too young. Besides, with a dozen people crammed into one cabin, what could they do that
no one could see?

What surprised Axi most was one night when he was awakened by rapid breathing and suppressed moans
. He opened his eyes and saw an old man sucking his father's large penis. By the moonlight, Axi
saw ; it was so thick. The old man was sucking his father's penis hard, while his father
twisted his body restlessly. Later, his father held the old man down, inserted his large penis into the old man's anus, and
began . The old man moaned with pleasure.

Axi witnessed the entire process of his father having sex with someone else. He was almost ten years old at the time. He had seen
many , but this was the first time he had seen someone having sex with another man's anus. He was both surprised and excited,
and he began to purposefully observe the adults' actions at night.

In this environment, Axi matured precociously. He later told me that his precocity was due to ingesting
adults' semen too early. When he was eight, an uncle, taking advantage of his father's inattention, made Axi suck his penis and
ejaculated into Axi's mouth. Axi found the taste strange and was about to spit it out when the uncle
said, "Don't spit it out, son. That's a man's essence. Eat it, and you'll grow faster."

The precocious Axi was a handsome young man, and handsome young men are naturally loved by everyone. Axi became the darling of
his uncles and elders.

His father didn't want Axi to become the object of his brothers' sexual gratification and wanted to send him away from the mainstream. But Axi already
enjoyed this life and didn't want to leave. Axi's father was an uneducated, rough man. He thought, "Now
Axi likes playing with men, but when he really grows up and I get him a wife, he won't be like this anymore. Isn't that right?"
When no women were around, he often stuffed his penis into his companions' mouths or anuses, but the moment he
saw a woman, he would forget all about them.

After meeting Axi, I visited some gay websites. Many people believe that homosexuality is innate, but based on
Axi's example, I personally think that acquired factors also play a significant role.

Axi worked at my house for three months until the renovation was completed. During this time, Axi grew
increasingly . Perhaps he truly believed what his companions said—that I was attracted to him. When no one else was around, he
would test me with certain words, which I pretended not to understand, leaving Axi quite bewildered.

Actually, I liked Axi, but not in a homosexual way. I lost both my parents early, and my grandfather
raised me. But shortly after I graduated from university and started working, my only remaining relative, my grandfather, passed away. He
was not yet seventy when he died. I felt he looked similar to Axi, and seeing Axi was like seeing
my grandfather; I felt a deep sense of closeness. Of course, I couldn't tell Axi any of this.

Axi was a very clean person, despite being a laborer. When he worked at my house, he
always came and went cleanly. He'd bring a set of work clothes with him,
change into them at my house, and before leaving, he'd take a shower and change into clean clothes.

He didn't hide from me while showering; I knew it was his habit. Having lived on a ship for decades, he
'd long since developed the habit of being naked. While showering, he'd walk around the room naked, completely unconcerned.
His unusual penis swung back and forth between his legs with apparent ease. Sometimes, I'd glance at it intentionally or
unintentionally . It was something most men would envy; it was not only long but also thick, with a
particularly large glans. And what surprised me most was that Axi's pubic hair was white.

I was very curious about this, so I asked Axi if it was because people get old and their pubic hair turns white.

Axi looked very surprised; he was probably thinking, how could a college student not know this?

"Haven't you ever seen an old man's penis?" Axi asked in surprise. "People all look like this when they get old."

I blushed. "Why would I specifically look at an old man's penis?"

Axi laughed. "Yes, yes, I misspoke." He walked closer to me naked. "Do you want to see an old man
's penis?"

I suddenly became curious. "Sure, what's the difference?"

Axi stood in front of me. To be honest, Axi's physique was excellent for an elderly person. He was
much better fit than my grandfather in my memory. Although my grandfather was a farmer, he rarely
worked He was a bit overweight and his skin was pale, not nearly as attractive as Axi's bronze skin. Axi's muscles
were very firm and felt comfortable to touch. I noticed that when I stroked Axi's chest, his breathing
became , and his drooping member slowly grew larger. I immediately stopped, gave him a push, and jokingly scolded, "Old
man, you've got quite a temper!"

Axi immediately became very embarrassed, covering his lower body with his hand, extremely awkward: "Teacher,
I'm sorry , I, I..."

I waved my hand: "It's nothing, it just means you're in good health. I think this isn't enough."

Axi didn't believe it: "How could that be? You're not even thirty yet, are you? You're at the peak of your energy!"

"I wish I were not even thirty yet. Am I that young? I'm almost forty."

Axi shook his head: "Impossible, impossible." I was too lazy to argue with him. No wonder, Axi
himself is only sixty, but when I first met him I thought he was seventy.

After showering, Axi got dressed and was about to leave when I suddenly asked, somewhat presumptuously, "Axi,
the three people you live with are all only in their forties, right? How can you manage all by yourself?"

Axi was stunned, and after a long pause, blushed and asked, "Teacher, how did you know we...?"

I laughed and said, "Axi, do you really think I'm a fool? I figured it out a long time ago."

Axi went back into the room, looked into my eyes, and timidly asked, "Teacher must look down on me a lot. "
"You guys?"

I patted Axi's shoulder. "How could that be? That's your freedom. What kind of society is this now? Everyone
has the right to choose their own life, including their sex life."

Axi looked at me for a long time, then grabbed my hand, his eyes red. "Thank you, teacher. You're the first
normal person who understands us."

I touched Axi's face, feeling very sad. "Don't say that, Axi. We're all normal people."

Axi rubbed his eyes. "Teacher, you don't know how pitiful we are. Like actors, we
wear masks every day, afraid that others will know we're not normal. We can't even find someone to talk to about our suffering
." He forced a smile. "To be honest, my wife ran away with someone else because of this
. My son heard from his mother that he took his wife and children and left for another place. He's never recognized me since."

I couldn't find any words to comfort Axi, so I just patted his shoulder. After a while,
Axi calmed down a bit, and I advised him, "Axi, I don't know if I should say this, but you're getting on in years, you need to
take care of your health. That kind of thing is probably optional, right? It's best to find someone like-minded. If you make too many friends and
get sick, that would be terrible."

Axi was a little shy, and he lowered his head. "Teacher, they're not like what you think. They're not
gay . They're from my hometown, they work in the city to earn money to support their children's education. Sometimes when they're lonely, we
do that." He paused, then added, "They know I like men, but they don't know what
homosexuality . They say life without women is hard. Sometimes when I want to, they do it with me. We
basically just use our hands. For many years, I haven't looked for anyone outside. I only keep
in touch , and we're all very careful."

After Axi left, I felt even more sad. Actually, I'm not a compassionate person, but somehow
, I couldn't let go of Axi. I decided that I must understand Axi better and do my best
to help him.

I remembered that Axi said he had understated his age when he started working, so he was already 61 and still couldn't retire.
I didn't know the national retirement policy, so perhaps I could help him in this regard?

I suddenly remembered that one of my students' parents worked at the county social security bureau and was even a leader there. He had invited me
to dinner and said that if I had any relatives who needed his help with retirement, I should just contact him.

I called the student's parent, who was very enthusiastic. I told him about Axi's situation, and he asked
who . I lied and said Axi was my uncle, and asked for his help. He readily agreed, saying that
as long as Axi could find the original proof of his birth date, he could apply for retirement. The student's parent also told me
that the so-called original proof was Axi's old household registration book from the countryside or his first-generation ID card issued in 1988.

I thanked the student's parent first, and he said it was a small matter and didn't violate any regulations. Then, we talked about
the child's situation for a while. I said I would definitely take extra care of him. The parent was very satisfied and told Axi to find
the proof as soon as possible, and he would process it immediately.

I was very satisfied; I had helped Axi resolve his retirement issues and relieved him of his worries.

The next day, Axi came to my house happily again, as if he had completely forgotten about yesterday,
humming a song while working. The construction workers didn't understand why Axi, a lonely old man, was so happy and often
bossed him around , but Axi didn't get angry and remained cheerful.

At noon, I said I didn't want to go home and asked Axi to come out to eat with me. Axi was quite flattered.
We went to a small restaurant and drank a few ounces of liquor. Axi was a little drunk and became more talkative.

Axi told me that his father couldn't persuade him otherwise and had to let him stay on the boat, but he specifically warned him not to
do "that kind of thing" with his uncles or elders, otherwise, he would kick him off the boat.

Axi thought, "If you can do it, why can't I?"

His father told his coworkers not to bother his son, as he was still young and growing. Some of the older men were still quite
sensible and stopped teasing Axi, but Axi no longer needed their teasing. Having spent years on the ship
, he was well-versed in men's affairs. He wanted to sleep with every man on the ship, except for his father. Of course,
if given the chance, he could sleep with his father too, Axi thought.

Life on the ship was lonely and boring; sometimes the sailors could only go home once every six months. They were all strong and healthy men,
and suppressing their sexual desires was very difficult.

Axi's first target was the old man his father had slept with. The old man especially liked Axi;
when Axi was little, he often sucked Axi's penis.

The old man was a very kind old man. When Axi was seven or eight years old, he liked to touch the old man's large penis.
The old man would always sit quietly, enjoying Axi's caresses.

One night, after his father fell asleep, Axi quietly crawled to the old man's side, lay down next to him, smelled
the old man's unique scent, and began to touch the old man's body.

Grandpa woke up and saw it was Axi. He whispered, "What are you doing? Hurry up and get over here. Your father will punish
you if he finds out."

Axi didn't say a word and kept groping the old man's body. The old man liked Axi very much,
so he let him be.

Axi took the old man's penis into his mouth. At first, the old man's penis was soft, but as soon as it entered
Axi's mouth, it immediately became hard.

Axi sucked the old man's penis hard, and the old man also touched Axi's big penis with his hand: "Kid, it's only been
a few days , and you've grown so big?"

Axi turned the old man over, spat some saliva on his anus, and then
thrust his penis into the old man's body...

The old man's body had already been enlarged by the boatmen, and Axi entered without any effort. This was Axi's first
time entering a man's body, and he felt extremely comfortable. After a few thrusts, he ejaculated into the old man's body
.

The old man, however, seemed unsatisfied: "It's over so quickly? You're such a silly boy."

Everyone on the boat adored the handsome young Axi. Indeed, a vibrant, sunny boy—
anyone who held him was blessed.

Soon, Axi had been with every man on the boat except his father. The uncles and elders said that Axi
's penis felt incredibly good inside them, and they even discovered something extraordinary about his anus. One
uncle remarked, "Axi's anus is more feminine than a woman's; it was born for men." The old man...
After the first time he penetrated Axi's body, he exclaimed with emotion, "I've seen many women and
played with many men in my life, but Axi is someone I've never seen before. It's amazing, so wonderful."

These words reached the father's ears, and the father was furious. He wasn't a feudal, narrow-minded person;
he was quite open-minded, accepting men and women without question. But Axi was, after all, his son, and to have become
someone else 's plaything was something he, as a father, couldn't be proud of.

He decided to have a serious talk with his son.

Sixteen-year-old Axi was almost as tall and strong as his father. Looking at his son's vibrant,
innocent face, the father's heart skipped a beat, a strange feeling welling up inside him. Yes, he
had never looked at his son so closely before; his son had grown into a man.

A warm feeling surged in the old father's heart. He hugged his son tightly, feeling deeply guilty for having neglected
his son so much.

"Axi," his father stroked Axi's face, his eyes filled with love, "When you grow up, when you
come home , I'll ask someone to find you a wife."

Axi was feeling his father's love, the strong smell of tobacco on his father intoxicating him. Just as he was lost in thought, he
heard his father say he was going to find him a wife, and he reflexively jumped out of his father's arms: "No, no." Axi said
firmly , "I'm still young, I don't want a wife."

His father took his hand and said lovingly, "Son, you're not young anymore, you're as tall as your father.
Let's find a wife first, and you can get married in a year or two."

Axi broke free from his father's hand and stubbornly shook his head: "No, Dad, I don't want a wife."

His father's tone became stern: "This is not up to you. After you come home this time, you can no longer go on the ship.
Don't say you're too young." "I know what you've done. How could I, a little one, do those things?"

Axi's face flushed red. He lowered his head and muttered softly, "Everyone does it, why
can't ?"

His father was truly angry. He grabbed a wooden stick to hit Axi, but the old man immediately hugged his father,
comforting him while scolding Axi, "Old Zhao, don't be like that. The child is grown up. Speak slowly. Axi,
your father is doing this for your own good. How can you talk to your father like that?"

Several uncles pushed Axi to the stern of the boat. One uncle joked, "Axi, you've never seen a woman before.
You don't know how good women are. Once you taste the sweetness, you won't want to crawl into this latrine anymore."

Axi glared at him without saying a word, but he thought to himself: I love crawling into latrines, I don't like women,
so what?

He secretly glanced at his still-angry father. He found his father's angry face quite handsome. He
thought to himself: One day, I'll get you too.

The more I interacted with Axi, the more curious I became about his experiences. Axi also trusted me more and more; perhaps
I was the first "normal person" in his eyes who could truly understand them. Axi was willing to tell me anything.

Axi told me that when he was young, he was very attracted to older men, especially tall, strong
men with a lot of body hair. As he got older, he particularly liked men around his age, fair-skinned, plump, and
refined . "I don't like very young people; I've suffered because of them,"

Axi said. It was during the Cultural Revolution, when he was not yet thirty. Under his father's pressure, he finally
got married. His wife was a local peasant woman, not very educated, and of average appearance, but very
cunning . She married Axi because he was a worker. Axi was considered a handsome
young man, but his wife didn't love him. She was deeply in love with a classmate, but that boy came from a poor family, and
her family was against it, forcibly separating them.

Axi didn't like his wife either; he didn't want to get married at all. He only did it to fulfill his father's
wishes.

When two people who have absolutely nothing in common are put together, life becomes predictable. Fortunately, Axi
only goes home once every one or two months.

At that time, Axi had a girlfriend at work, who was one of his senior colleagues. The senior colleague was particularly fond of young
men , and Axi was his favorite.

The old master craftsman had his eye on Axi three years ago. That year, the shipping company was recruiting young workers, and Axi's father pulled
many strings to secure a spot for him. Unfortunately, the age limit for young workers was under
22, and Axi was already 25 or 26 at the time. His father contacted an old friend, asking him to help find a way, since
his son was a personnel officer at the company. The old master craftsman took a liking to Axi the moment he saw him. He
touched Axi's smooth face and said to Axi's father, "Your son is my son, no questions asked. Go to my
son and get a recruitment form; I'll handle it."

The father happily went out to get the form. The old master craftsman closed the door, smiled, and pulled Axi to sit down,
asking kindly, "Young man, do you really want to be a worker?"

Axi nodded. The old master craftsman continued, "If I let you be a worker, you have to listen to me. Otherwise,
I can let you be one, but I can also send you back, understand?"

Axi nodded again. The old man leaned closer, the smell of tobacco emanating from him already making Axi's senses
a little hazy.

The old man's hand had already reached Axi's crotch. Axi, of course, knew what the old man was going to do, but he pretended
not to understand and sat there motionless.

The old man unbuttoned Axi's pants and pulled out Axi's already erect member: "Wow, you
little bastard, your thing is quite big." The old man praised as he played with it, and Axi couldn't help but groan.

"Have you played with it before?"

Axi shook his head.

The old man became even more excited; he liked virgins. "Never been with a woman, have you?"

Axi still shook his head.

The old man examined Axi's member carefully, somewhat incredulous: "Really? Your thing looks like it's
been through a lot."

Axi said embarrassedly, "I used my hand."

The old man nodded with satisfaction: "Hmm, not bad, good boy, I'll definitely treat you well." After saying that,
he lowered his head and took Axi's penis into his mouth.

The master's oral skills were superb, but Axi, as he claimed, was a seasoned veteran. He feigned
embarrassment , wriggling his body, which only further aroused the master's sexual nerves.

It took more than twenty minutes before Axi ejaculated his essence into the master's mouth.

They had just finished packing when the old father brought back the job application form. A few days later, Axi successfully became
a formal state worker, and his age changed from twenty-six to nineteen.

The old master was infatuated with Axi's body; indeed, Axi was superior to the old master's previous sexual
partners , which aroused strong dissatisfaction among the old master's former sexual partners.

Axi said that it was a summer night in 1968 when the old master took Axi to the company conference room. Just as
they were getting into the swing of things, the door was kicked open, and a young man wearing a red armband barged in. Several blinding
flashes of light made them unable to open their eyes.

"Well, you're committing sodomy! That's illegal!" one of the young men shouted.

But when they saw that one of the two perpetrators was the father of the county revolutionary committee director, they were stunned. One of
the young men said, "Damn Li Ping, what have you done to us?" One of them reacted quickly, grabbed Axi,
and slapped him several times: "You son of a bitch Axi, how dare you corrupt an old revolutionary."

The old man had never seen such a scene before and was so frightened that he stood aside without saying a word. When Axi looked at him with pleading eyes
, he actually turned his head away.

The young men released the old master, closed the door, turned on the light, stripped Axi naked, tied him to a pillar,
and sneered, "Axi, Axi, we never thought a grown man like you, with a family, would have such a taste
. Today, we'll let you enjoy yourself to the fullest."

Axi recalled the inhuman torture those young men had inflicted on him that night. The five of them took turns
raping him, pulling their penises out of his anus and shoving them back into his mouth. Because they forced
their way in without any lubrication, his anus quickly bled. Those inhuman bastards laughed loudly, "Axi,
we never thought you were a virgin!" They continued to fuck him and mock him. Axi was in unbearable pain, but with his mouth stuffed
with something filthy, he felt like he couldn't live, and he couldn't die.

Five perverted young men tortured Axi almost all night, only stopping when they were exhausted. As
they left , they threatened, "Kid, you're our sex slave now. We'll have sex with you whenever we want, so you'd
better let us have sex with you obediently."

Axi didn't know how he got home. He lay in bed for several days. On the third day, the old master came to see him,
bringing him fruit and other tonics. Axi didn't want to see him; his behavior that day had disappointed him too much.

The old master sat down beside Axi, stroking his face. Axi turned his back, and the old master turned him
around to look at his anus. When he saw Axi's still swollen anus, he felt a pang of sorrow, and two tears
fell onto Axi's buttocks.

Those two tears softened Axi's heart. Axi threw himself into the old master's arms and wept bitterly.

The old man kissed Axi tenderly, and Axi stopped crying and responded passionately. He
placed Axi on the bed and kissed her from below. Axi's manhood began to stir, soon becoming
erect . The old man immediately took it into his mouth, and just as they entered a world of passion, Dad pushed the door open and entered.

The old man immediately spat out Axi's penis, looking at the old man with an embarrassed expression. Axi nonchalantly
covered herself with the sheet.

"Dad, why didn't you knock before coming in?"

Dad stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. The old man smiled at Axi's father with a bored expression and was about to
leave.

"Master, don't rush off." Axi jumped naked off the bed, put on a pair of pants, and said to his father
in a carefree manner , "Dad, I don't want to hide anything from you anymore. I like men, I like older men.
You told me to get a wife, and although I was very unwilling, I still did. Now she seems to be pregnant, and the task of
continuing the family line is basically completed. Can I live the way I want now?"

The father ignored Axi and just said to the old master, "Alas, what a misfortune for the family, old man. Axi
is your junior, you shouldn't have done that."

The old master's face turned red, and he stammered, unable to speak. Axi interrupted, "Dad, don't blame
him, I seduced him."

The old master looked at Axi with great gratitude and fled from Axi's hut as if he were escaping. The father slammed the door shut,
glaring angrily at Axi: "You shameless bastard, are you trying to drive me to my death?"

Axi helped his father sit down and said gently, "Dad, don't be angry. It's not entirely my fault; you all
share responsibility. If I hadn't been on your side growing up, maybe I wouldn't be like this. But it's not all
bad ; just turn a blind eye."

The father, still furious, finally managed to speak: "You beast, is doing that really so good?"

Axi smiled and said, "Didn't you do it too?"

"We did it because we were lonely and didn't have any women, didn't we?"

"I did it because I was lonely, but I found it better than women, I like it." Axi approached
his father, grinning, and said, "Dad, do you know why I went to find an old man? It's because I like you
!"

His father stared at Axi blankly for a long time before saying, "I don't care if you live like this, but you must
live a good life with your wife. You still have to do what a man should do."

I asked Axi, "Did your master fill in your current age?"

Axi nodded.

I asked again, "Didn't you ask the social security bureau to correct it?"

Axi said, "Of course I did, but they said they only recognize the original employment registration form."

"What about your household registration book and ID card? Which age do they show?"

"My ID card shows my real age, and my household registration book shows the corrected age." Axi didn't know why I asked
this question and looked somewhat bewildered. "Why are you asking about this, teacher?"

I said to him. I was going to help him with something, but it was uncertain whether I could succeed. Axi then appeared
very clever: "Teacher, if you can help me get my retirement processed, you can collect my pension from the past few years."

I scolded him, "Oh, do you think I'm that greedy?"

Axi quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Teacher, look at me, a rough guy,
I don't know how to talk, please don't hold it against me."

I smiled and patted Axi's shoulder, "Axi, I'm not that stingy, am I? I told you, it's
hard to say whether I can help you or not. I'm helping you because I think you're a good person."

I told Axi to go back to his hometown the next day and find his old household registration book, because that couldn't be changed.
The page showing your birth, along with your old household registration booklet and ID card, were handed to me.

The next day, Axi returned home and easily found the old household registration booklet, but the person in charge of household registration in the township wouldn't let him take it.
Axi had no choice but to call me again. Coincidentally, one of my former students was the township head there, so I
called , and finally, the matter was settled.

My wife didn't understand why I was so good to Axi. I told her Axi's story, omitting
his homosexuality, of course. My wife is a sentimental and kind-hearted woman, the kind who can get several handkerchiefs wet while watching Korean dramas
. After hearing Axi's story, she was very moved, her eyes reddening as she said, "Poor
Axi , it's only right that you help him." Then she added, "Axi is very honest and hardworking,
and I like him very much too."

Speaking of my wife, I can't help but mention my father-in-law. My wife is my father-in-law's youngest daughter, and she was pampered
from a young age . Her father was my first teacher, and I was a well-behaved student whom he adored.
Her brother and I were best friends for twelve years. After graduating from university, I returned to teach at a middle school in the county town. A few years later,
she graduated from vocational school and got a job at the county bank. Her father arranged for her to marry me.

As mentioned before, my parents passed away early, and my grandparents raised me. Her father taught at
a primary school in our village, and her brother studied with him, but his grades were never as good as mine. Perhaps the teacher was
eager for his son to succeed, and seeing that his son and I got along very well, he told my grandparents that I could stay at his place at night and study with his
son . My grandparents couldn't bear to part with me, so they made me stay at the teacher's place every day to finish my homework before going home.

My teacher (let's call him my father-in-law for now) was very pleased to see that my studious spirit had influenced his son, and
he treated me exceptionally well. It was a regular occurrence for me to eat at his place. In the summer, I would take a nap there, and
my father-in-law would always hold me in his arms, kissing my rosy cheeks, and sometimes even touching my genitals. I
thought this was my teacher's way of showing me love, and of course, it felt very comfortable, and I liked it too.

Sometimes I think that my special attachment to elders, besides my excellent relationship with my grandfather
, is also influenced to some extent by my father-in-law's affection.

Before I met Axi, my relationship with my father-in-law was completely innocent; his love for me was
purely paternal. Although I later learned that my father-in-law had homosexual tendencies, he never harbored
any improper intentions towards me. Otherwise, he would never have married his daughter to me.

My father-in-law always cared about my upbringing. When I graduated from junior high school, I was admitted to a top-tier high school, ranking first in the entire school. My
father-in-law was even happier than my grandparents. His son was also admitted to a top-tier high school at the same time. On the night before
my departure, he invited me to his house as a farewell dinner. At that time, my wife was still a young girl. My father-in-law
patted and said, "I wish I had such a good son." He called my wife, who was still an adult at the time, and said,
"You should learn from your older brother and become a child as excellent as him."

I was very naive at the time, and my father-in-law's praise made me very proud. Looking back now, I realize that I was actually very
ordinary, but I don't know why my father-in-law liked me so much, even more than his son. In fact, his
son was very outstanding. Although his grades were not as good as mine in school, he was quite clever, and after entering society, he was
much more successful than me.

But my father-in-law still liked me very much.

I discovered my father-in-law's sexual orientation a few years after I started working. At that time, my wife had also graduated from school and started
working, and my father-in-law was about to retire. He was transferred to a rural primary school to teach a few miscellaneous classes, which was considered semi-retirement. One
summer vacation , I was tasked with recruiting students at my alma mater. I arrived at noon, not wanting to disturb anyone, and
went first to my father-in-law's dormitory. My mother-in-law had gone to her son's in the provincial capital, leaving only my father-in-law at home. I knocked for a long time
before he finally opened the door, looking very flustered. He seemed relieved upon seeing me, but his face was still flushed. I
squeezed into the room and saw a boy of about sixteen or seventeen, fastening his pants.

Seeing my strange look, my father-in-law quickly explained, "He was one of my former students,
today …"

I waved my hand, stopping him from continuing. After the boy left, I said to my father-in-law, "It's nothing. Mom
's been gone for so long. I understand."

My father-in-law's face turned even redder: "Actually, we really aren't anything."

I took his hand, smiling and comforting him, "Dad, I didn't say anything between you two."

My father-in-law smiled awkwardly: "Yes, yes, you didn't say anything."

That night, I slept with my father-in-law, who tried his best to make me forget everything I'd seen at noon.

You see, he cared about me the most. I comforted him, telling him that even if he really was gay, he was still my
father. I said, "People's minds are more open now, and their views are more modern. It's not like before,
where homosexuality immediately conjured up images of sodomy and crime."

I told him that I met a professor in college who liked me, openly admitted he was
gay wanted me to live with him, and promised I could attend his graduate program. Actually, I really wanted to apply to his graduate program,
but I gave it up to escape his harassment.

My father-in-law stared at me blankly, the fear in his eyes gradually fading. He turned off the light: "Good lad, thank you for your
understanding. Go to sleep."

But he still couldn't sleep. He
felt bad for . I decided to allay his concerns. I gently hugged him and said, "Dad, no matter what, you'll always be my
dad. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone what I saw today."

"Thank you, Xiaomi, thank you." My father-in-law also hugged me tenderly and said emotionally, "Xiaomi, I
didn't misjudge you. You're a kind and understanding child. Let me tell you the truth: I like men,
I like handsome boys, and I also like mature and stable middle-aged and older women. But as a teacher, I can't be too outrageous, so I
've always suppressed my feelings and tried hard to like women, but it's very difficult. Your mother and I have been married for thirty
years , and I've never truly loved her, but I respect her from the bottom of my heart. She's a good woman. I
've been teaching outside, and she takes care of everything at home. I can't hurt her. To say something I shouldn't
say in front of you younger generation, I have no passion when we make love. Every time I want to finish, I imagine her as you
or some other handsome young man." He paused here, "Xiaomi, you won't blame me, will you? You know,
when you were very, very young, I liked you very much, but I couldn't hurt you, so I just liked you like a son. "
"So, I'm determined to marry my little sister to you."

I said softly, "Dad, I know you've always been good to me. Don't worry, I'll be
even more filial to you than your own son."

My father-in-law hugged me tightly, "I know, I believe you."

Thanks to the efforts of my students' parents, Axi's retirement was quickly arranged. When they handed me Axi's
retirement certificate, they didn't even accept my thanks. At that moment, I thought, this was the most
wonderful thing I'd done for someone since becoming a teacher. Perhaps being a teacher has its advantages?

I didn't immediately give Axi's retirement certificate to him, but waited until my house was renovated. During this
time , Axi never pressured me; perhaps he hadn't even held out much hope.

After Axi helped me tidy up my new house, I treated him to dinner, and then asked my wife to settle the accounts with him.
Axi had worked at my house for three months, and I should have paid him over two thousand yuan, but Axi insisted on only two thousand yuan, saying that I had treated him
very well and he shouldn't have had to accept payment. My wife looked at me, and I said, "Okay, two thousand it is. Let's just
consider it as making friends. Ah Xi, I wonder if you'd like to be my friend?"

Ah Xi quickly smiled and said, "Of course I would, but I'm afraid I'm not good enough for you, brother."

I said, "Ah Xi, wait another month, I'm moving, you have to come and help me out."

Ah Xi nodded, "Definitely, just let me know then."

That night, Ah Xi and I drank a few more drinks. After I sent my wife and kids home, I said to Ah Xi,
"Ah Xi, come on, let's go to my new house, I have a surprise for you."

We went inside and sat on the sofa. Ah Xi looked at me with a flushed face, and there was even a hint of shyness on his face.
I laughed when I saw this, knowing that Ah Xi had misunderstood me. He thought that the surprise I gave him was to... you know... with him.
Looking at Ah Xi's red face, it was as if I was leaning against my deceased grandfather. A strange
feeling , and I couldn't help but kiss Ah Xi on the cheek.

Axi was stunned. Before he could react, I showed him his retirement certificate.

"Old brother, look at this!"

Axi took it and was astonished: "My retirement certificate?"

I pointed to the photo and name: "Look who this old guy is! Isn't his name Zhao Axi?"

Overjoyed, Axi hugged me tightly: "I'm retired? I don't have to go out and work hard to support
myself and pay my pension anymore?"

Fueled by the alcohol, I hugged him tightly too: "Yes, yes, you can enjoy your retirement in peace."

Axi pulled away from my embrace: "Brother, how should I thank you?" He thought for a moment, then
pulled out the wages my wife had paid him from his pocket: "I'm such a fool, how could I accept this money?"

I stuffed the money back into Axi's pocket: "Axi, do you know, your retirement certificate is already in my hands. " "Well, why didn't I
give it to you? I was afraid you wouldn't take your wages."

Axi shed tears, repeating the same sentence: "Brother, how should I thank you?"

I smiled: "How do you want to thank me?"

Axi, with courage from who-knows-where, pressed me onto the sofa and began to undress me: "I'll just make you
feel good."

I hadn't expected Axi's sudden attack. I struggled, saying, "No, Axi, don't do this."

I realized how futile my resistance was…

I lay quietly on the sofa, feeling utterly powerless. My consciousness told me to resist, to tell me I
absolutely couldn't do this, but my body was desperately resisting my will. I knew I was finished. Since my body no longer
obeyed my will, I would submit to fate.

I calmly watched Axi's actions like an observer, watching his white-haired head
writhe , calmly listening to his excited murmurs. I suddenly felt incredibly ridiculous, and Axi even more
so, a comical clown. Neither of us knew what kind of comedy we were putting on.

Perhaps Axi was tired. He looked up at me eagerly: "How are you? Comfortable?"

I asked myself: Comfortable? Is this the result I hoped for after getting together with Axi? For years, I
've tried to stay calm, to be a "normal person." How could I have thrown
all those years ?

I realized then that I was actually a patriarch. For years, the strange thoughts I'd suppressed
were actually an attachment to the elderly. I finally understood why I used to like looking at old people's penises intentionally or unintentionally as a child, and
why I would always turn my head back to look at handsome, refined old men on the street.

I thought of my grandfather, my father-in-law, and even my old professor from university. My insistence on him
was instantly shattered by Axi.

I couldn't help but give a bitter laugh.

"What are you laughing at?" Axi stopped and looked up.

"Laughing at myself."

"What's so funny about yourself?"

I really didn't know.

Axi sat on me, his gentle, warm body embracing my hardness. I was like
a small boat on the sea, drifting with Axi's rhythm.

I then realized I had set a trap for myself. My meeting with Axi was quite dramatic.
I'm not a stingy person; I even hired several groups of people to move some sand and cement. But the moment I saw Axi, I
impulsively took him, even adding to his asking price. Later, I even hired him for odd jobs, which was
completely unnecessary. My construction workers all said they didn't need any odd jobs while they were working.

Why did I help him with his retirement? Just because his plight deserved sympathy?
There are too many people in this world who need sympathy; can I possibly sympathize with everyone?

Now I finally understand that my first meeting with Axi foreshadowed our current situation. I led Axi step by step into
a , and Axi happily walked right into it. Is this what people often call
fate and destiny? Was I destined to become this kind of person? Where was my reason?

I finally understand that my reason failed to overcome my emotions.

After my first physical contact with Axi, I tried to avoid expressing my feelings, but I never expected that
Axi would become infatuated with me. He said I would be the last man in his life, and he even
kicked out his three live-in boyfriends.

But I still rejected Axi.

Axi didn't understand; he stubbornly believed that since we had gone this far, why couldn't we take things further?
"If there's a first day, there's bound to be a fifteenth."

Axi's stubbornness became a source of anxiety for me. He became a frequent visitor to my home; he was incredibly diligent, and even my
wife and children grew fond of him.

Axi's greatest joy was talking to me and holding my hand. I asked him why he did this. Axi
smiled and said, "You're the only person who knows my past and doesn't discriminate against me." He told me it was
the people he lived with. "They're happy when they do it, but if I do it with them, I have to say a lot of nice things to them,
and then they laugh at me." Axi said, "I can never find common ground with them."

I clearly told him that he and I were on completely different paths and could never have anything in common. "Axi,
I really like you, but this liking isn't what you imagine. Let's just be close friends."

Axi asked, "Then why did you... that day?"

But could I tell him why? Could I tell him I have a thing for older men, tell him my deepest secret?

I know that as a teacher, if I lived like Axi, how could I
face ?

In truth, perhaps I am just a hypocrite, someone who lives behind a mask.

But I had no choice but to live this kind of life.

Axi had gotten used to my physical rejection of him; he jokingly said we were in a spiritual relationship, adding, "Just
seeing you often and talking to you is enough for me."

I knew Axi believed in the age-old saying, "Where there's a will, there's a way."

Axi, can you wait until that resolves?

Things took many twists and turns. In 2002, our school allocated several positions for senior high school teachers, and
many people competed for them. A close friend of mine urged me to try, because the high school
graduating classes had consistently achieved the highest scores in the county's college entrance examination in Chinese language, and I had published many articles in nationally renowned educational journals
. I could be considered for a special promotion due to my exceptional contributions.

My friend's words moved me, so I went to see the principal. The principal first praised me greatly, then looked
troubled, saying there were too many applicants and too few positions, and told me to wait.

I decided to give up, but after learning the list of people to be evaluated, my anger flared up. If it were just some
hardworking and meritorious veteran teachers being evaluated, I wouldn't have anything to say, but some of the people being evaluated, from their abilities to their character, I really
couldn't praise them.

I had a fight with the principal, but it still didn't get to me. I had nowhere to vent my resentment, so I asked Axi to keep me
company while I drank.

Seeing my gloomy face, Axi kept telling me jokes, which were quite funny, but I
couldn't laugh at all. Seeing that I was unhappy, Axi cautiously asked, "What's wrong today
? Is something bothering you? Can you tell me?"

I glanced at him; his face was full of concern, and my heart warmed, but what good would telling him do?
It would only add to his troubles.

"Let's drink,"

Axi said, pressing my hand. "Tell me, although I can't help much, you'll
feel ."

That made sense. I poured out all the unfair treatment I had suffered these past few days, and Axi
listened quietly, his eyes full of concern.

Finally, having poured out my pent-up frustrations, I breathed a sigh of relief, as if a weight had been lifted from my heart after several days.

After a moment, Axi asked, "Your principal's surname is Cao, he's fair-skinned and plump, wears gold-rimmed glasses, and
is around fifty years old, right?"

"Why?" I asked, then thought, a middle school principal must know many people.

"I know him," Axi smiled at me.

From Axi's ambiguous smile, I sensed something: "You know him? How did you meet?"

Axi looked around; there were almost no people in the room. He leaned closer and whispered, "I've
known him for several years. We met at a video arcade, and later, he invited me to his home. And then,
we... you know."

I couldn't believe a dignified middle school principal...

I became interested: "Was he the top or the bottom?"

Axi looked blank: "What top, what bottom?"

Good heavens, I'd used technical jargon with Axi. I smiled sheepishly and explained to him.

Axi, who had worked his whole life, still didn't know these terms. He seemed very excited: "Of course, I'm the top and
he's the bottom. He likes being the bottom, he's even more excited than me being the top."

I couldn't imagine our sanctimonious principal under Axi's crotch, so I asked curiously, "
It's interesting how you do it to him, isn't it?"

Axi was very proud: "Of course, you've seen my weapon, isn't it great? He said it's the best he's ever seen,
and it's also made him feel the most comfortable."

"Do you two keep in touch often?"

"Of course, we contacted each other every ten days or so. For the past two years, I didn't want to contact him, but he wouldn't have it
. Every time I pleased him, he'd offer me a hundred yuan, but I
refused
. He said he had a high salary and money, and told me to buy him something nice to eat. I thought, he's a respectable person, very clean, and your boss, so I kept in touch." He glanced at me timidly. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you,
really , for the past two years, I've only seen him occasionally, nothing else."

I smiled: "Axi, I won't blame you if you see someone else. We're just friends, nothing more
."

Axi stubbornly said: "I won't see anyone else, not even your principal. I'll never see him again."

"No, he's looking for you. You should still do it. Of course, you have to take the money; you can't let him get away with it."

Knowing the principal's secret made me especially excited, and I unknowingly drank too much again. Axi helped me home, and
halfway there, I cried out that I needed to pee. Axi helped me into a toilet, unzipped my pants, took out my penis
to pee , and after I was done, he couldn't bear to put it in, playing with it outside. I was so dazed that I didn't refuse him.
He became even bolder, squatted down, and took my limp penis into his mouth...

The next day, I went to the principal's office again. The principal was a little unhappy when he saw me.

I didn't care about the principal's gaze and sat down casually in the chair opposite him, looking at
him with a half-smile.

I found that the principal was a decent man, just a bit effeminate and lacking in masculinity.
No wonder he liked to be a bottom. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but laugh.

"What do you want?"

"I want to tell you a story," I sat up straight, staring at the principal, "I'll tell you a very...
"A love story between a middle-aged man and a porter—no, I don't even know if this can be called love."

The principal's face turned pale instantly: "What...what do you mean?"

I stood up: "Nothing else. I think the principal is a smart man; do you think I can hide my meaning from you?"

The principal quickly closed the office door, his face full of smiles: "Teacher Mi, let's talk this out, let's talk this out.
Come , sit down and talk."

"There's nothing to talk about, is there? Principal Cao, I've said everything I needed to say." I prepared to leave.

The principal held me down: "Xiao Mi," he said, looking very affectionately at me, "Xiao Mi, it's just a matter of getting a promotion, right? I'll go to
the Municipal Personnel Bureau and get you a spot, and that'll solve the problem. Look how anxious you are." He pushed me into
a chair, patted my face, and asked ambiguously, "Xiao Mi, how did you meet A Xi?"

Looking at the principal's chubby face and his lecherous smile, I felt like I'd swallowed a handful of flies, utterly disgusted.
But since I needed his help, I couldn't show it, so I smiled and replied, "What do you think?"

"Xiao Mi, actually, I've liked you for a long time, but I haven't shown you enough attention."

My promotion was quickly resolved, and our principal suddenly became very fond of talent, frequently
praising me at staff meetings. I was even named an advanced worker at the county level at the end of the year. Of course, my work was impeccable, and no one had
anything to say about it.

Of course I knew the principal's intentions, but I sometimes couldn't understand my own ambiguous attitude towards him.
I also adopted a vague, ambivalent attitude towards his advances, which only fueled his desire for me.
He became even more attentive, showering me with favors to get me as quickly as possible.

I quickly became the head of the grade-level teaching and research group, and soon after, the director of the school's political department.

A teacher who had been unknown for many years suddenly rose to prominence,
surprising , including my wife.

The principal also felt indebted to me, but perhaps he still felt it wasn't enough. His intimate actions towards me were limited to holding
hands, touching my genitals, or saying provocative things.

I knew he was waiting for his opportunity.

Axi said the principal often asked about our relationship, but he only said I was his friend, a very
normal friend.

But the principal's opportunity finally arrived. In the winter of 2002, the principal was going to a provincial teaching and research conference, and the school
decided he would go with me.

He had thought everything through very carefully. I think if he were a woman, he would definitely be a very competent
housewife.

Of course, we stayed in a standard room in the provincial capital.

That night, he asked me to shower with him. I declined, saying I wasn't used to showering with someone else. He then stripped naked in front of me
; it was the first time I'd ever seen his naked body. It was a blindingly white, obese body, almost hairless
. His physique was nothing like Axi's. Because of his obesity, his breasts were exceptionally large, like a woman's.

His lower body was soft, curled up, almost invisible, hidden by his pubic hair. I found it
hilarious , but I couldn't laugh.

He finished showering quickly, and I took off my clothes. I saw his eyes light up, and when he saw my proud genitals,
I heard him swallow. I knew he was deeply attracted to me, to the point of no return.

"Let's sleep together? I'm not used to sleeping alone," he said as I came out of the shower.

Suddenly, I felt a pang of sadness. Had I really bowed down to this for a pittance? If I had known this would happen,
why hadn't I agreed to the professor's offer? At least, I still liked him.

Looking into the principal's lecherous eyes, I regretted my youthful impetuosity. But I'm
not .

I lay on the bed, letting the principal do as he pleased with me.

My heart was dead.

But he showed immense passion; his rapid breathing and trembling hands
revealed his inner world.

He kissed my entire body.

He took my lifeless manhood into his mouth.

I tried to control my passion, but under his superb oral skills, I couldn't control myself.

He didn't care about my indifference at all; I lay there quietly like a lifeless corpse, and
he showed great interest in this corpse.

Several tens of minutes passed, and he showed no signs of fatigue.

"Can't you take the initiative?" he finally spoke.

"I've never done it before, I don't know how." I learned to lie.

He showed great interest: "Really? This is your first time."

I sighed and nodded.

The principal became even more excited, sucking on my body even more greedily. After a while, he looked up: "Want
to try something new? I guarantee you'll feel even better than a woman."

His patient caresses finally aroused my interest, and I became aroused. His chubby
face was no longer so repulsive to me. "Do whatever you want," I replied.

He immediately lay on the bed, telling me to do him from behind. I hesitated for a moment, thinking of Axi, but the feeling of Axi's
warm body embracing me was still hard to resist.

I stood behind him, and without much effort, I entered his body.

It was a place that made me forget everything else.

My stamina is probably exceptional among men. Under my rhythmic thrusts, the principal let out
happy moans, which further stimulated me. I quickened my pace, and the "crackling"
sound of our bodies colliding was like a horn sounding for me. What I found incredible was that when I ejaculated my hot life fluid into
his body, his penis also ejaculated white fluid.

For the next few nights, we made love every night. I gave the principal immense pleasure, and he also gave me
a new understanding of the male body.

While I was with him, I couldn't help but think of Axi.

When I got home, the first thing I did was find Axi.

Axi was overjoyed to see me, like a young girl seeing her beloved. This time, I
didn't find it funny.

When I held Axi in my arms, tears streamed down his face.

I kissed him for the first time.

I quickly took off Axi's clothes and examined his body carefully for the first time.

For the first time, I unhesitatingly took his erect penis into my mouth.

The shameless Axi, before I could even recover from my crazy actions, gave me a hot...
A spicy liquid shot into my mouth.

Was this the desire I had been suppressing all along?

I was bewildered…

It was Axi's turn. Axi's oral skills were outstanding, but his anus was even more alluring.

I fully enjoyed the pleasure Axi's body brought me…

When we were both exhausted, Axi held me and said happily, "I never thought you would let me suck
you. Don't you mind?"

I patted his face: "When have I ever minded you?"

Axi said softly, "From now on, let me serve you. If you're not used to it, don't force
yourself. Being with you is my greatest happiness."

My eyes welled up with tears.

I realized I had completely changed, become someone I didn't even recognize. After Axi went home, I locked
myself in my study, asking myself over and over again: Is this the real me? Or a distorted version of myself?

I thought about it all night but couldn't figure it out because I couldn't face myself.

I knew deep down I longed for the love of an old man, but I was also afraid of becoming like Axi. Because
I love my wife and my lovely children, I can't hurt them, and I certainly can't let my own
desires cast a shadow over their lives.

I decided to sever all ties with the principal. To hell with fame and fortune!

What about Axi?

I hesitated. Could I let Axi go?

I finally made a decision: to minimize sexual contact with Axi and just let him remain
a close male friend.

I was happy with my wise decision.

But I overestimated my self-control.

Once that kind of thing happened, would I still be able to control myself?

I didn't get rid of the principal. A year later, I became the vice principal of our school.

I often laughed at myself, thinking that a penis had propelled me to such heights.

Axi remained my closest male lover; my love for him was second only to my wife and children.

I truly became a two-faced person, caught between my wife and two men,
appearing as a normal person to my family, colleagues, friends, and students on one hand, and as a promiscuous middle-aged man to two older
men on the other.

I felt so tired of living. The bitterness in my heart had nowhere to be expressed; the oppressive feeling made me
afraid I would go insane.

I felt I needed to free myself; I needed to find a reliable person to confide in.

But was it so easy to find someone who could calmly listen to my unusual emotions?

In September 2003, my mother-in-law passed away from cancer. My father-in-law didn't want to leave his hometown to
spend his later years with his son, so I took him to my home.

To help him recover from the grief of losing his wife as quickly as possible, I tried everything to cheer him up, but they had been married
for over forty years; forgetting someone is no easy task.

Watching my father-in-law sink deeper into despair, I was more anxious than his own children.

After all, our bond was deeper.

Just when I was struggling to find a way to alleviate my father-in-law's pain, I suddenly thought of Axi.

Axi, Axi, who had almost become a stranger to me.

He didn't want to see me in pain and had deliberately distanced himself from me. Actually, I knew that Axi was in more pain than I was.

I found Axi; he was still living in his three small rooms, only now he didn't have a male roommate
.

Axi was quite surprised to see me. I explained my purpose and asked him for a favor.

Axi asked, "Why did you look for me? I don't want to disturb your life anymore."

Looking at Axi's pained face, my eyes reddened. I wanted to rush over and hug him, but
before these past
few days."

My tears fell: "Axi, how could I not miss you?" Axi, I

don't know where he got the strength, pressed me down on the bed. I didn't resist, but eagerly
cooperated with his movements.

When I entered Axi's body again, I realized how much I loved him.

I didn't tell Axi about my father-in-law's sexual orientation; I only said that my mother-in-law had passed away and he was in great pain, and asked him to spend more
time with him, because my wife and I were both very busy with work, and besides, the elderly had a lot in common.

I told Axi, "Axi, my father-in-law is actually a very kind and easy-going old man.
You two will definitely be very happy together." My subtext was: you're both gay,
so go ahead and develop your relationship.

Knowing this, I anticipated what might happen between them. I had previously asked my wife to suggest to my father-in-law that
we find him another woman so he'd have company in his old age. He got very angry, asking if we thought he was a
burden and that he'd have to live alone.

My father-in-law told me, "Xiaomi, you know my situation. Your mother-in-law and I have lived together for most of our lives;
it hasn't been easy. I won't find another woman."

I knew what my father-in-law was thinking. As his most beloved junior, making him happy was my inescapable responsibility,
and Axi was undoubtedly the ideal candidate.

But I couldn't tell him my own thoughts; that would embarrass him. I could only offer them the conditions and let
them develop their relationship freely.

I really didn't expect things to develop so quickly. One
afternoon , I went home to get some documents. When I opened the door, I was shocked: Axi and my father-in-law were sitting naked
on the sofa. Axi's legs were raised high, and my father-in-law was kneeling between them, his gray-haired head
moving back and forth.

They heard the door open and stood up in alarm. Axi breathed a sigh of relief when he saw me, while my father-in-law
blushed deeply, covering his genitals with his hands, looking utterly embarrassed.

I could already see my father-in-law's limp penis.

That was what I had dreamed of for years.

Without a word, I went into the study, retrieved the documents, and prepared to leave. When I entered the living room,
they were frantically getting dressed. My father-in-law saw me, came over, and stammered, "Axi, we
…"

I gave him a friendly look: "It's nothing. Dad, I didn't know you were home. It's nothing.
You two talk, I have to go to a meeting."

When I got home that evening, my father-in-law and Axi had prepared a sumptuous dinner. I knew my father-in-law was trying to shut me
up. Oh, father-in-law, you have no idea of my good intentions.

My wife often plays mahjong and doesn't come home until very late. Our child studies with his uncle in the provincial capital and only comes home once
a month . Basically, it's just my father-in-law and me at home in the evenings.

When Axi saw me, he wanted to leave, but I asked him to stay and have a few drinks with my son and me. He readily agreed, but
during the meal, my father-in-law didn't say much. His face was flushed; he was embarrassed because of what happened that afternoon.

After dinner, Axi helped me clear the table. As he was leaving, he whispered to me, "Xiaomi,
I'm sorry, I shouldn't have..." I interrupted him and just smiled.

My father-in-law and I sat together watching TV. He asked, "No evening study hall tonight?"

I shook my head. My father-in-law grabbed my hand, looking very embarrassed, and said, "Xiao Mi, this afternoon I
..."

I patted his hand, "I know, Dad, it's really nothing."

I comforted him, "Dad, I knew you had this hobby a long time ago. Didn't I see it years ago?
I told you then that I understood you." I paused, not understanding why I was getting emotional, my voice
choked up, "Dad, I really understand you, I love you, you know?"

My father-in-law hugged me tightly, "I love you too, child." I

don't know if the love we were talking about was the same thing.

At bedtime, my wife didn't come home, and my father-in-law timidly said, "Xiao Mi, can we talk together?"

"Of course, Dad, let's sleep together and talk properly."

As I lay with my father-in-law, I remembered when I was little, my father-in-law would hold me, kiss my little face
, and touch my little penis. That scene often appeared in my dreams.

I nestled in my father-in-law's arms, smelling the unique scent of an old man.

My father-in-law held me, just like when I was little, and told me about his life.

I nestled tightly in my father-in-law's arms, as if I had returned to my childhood.

He told his story in a calm tone, but my mind was racing, and I
didn't hear a word he said.

My hands stroked his body, my heart filled with conflict.

At that moment, I finally recognized my true self: I loved my father-in-law, a love that transcended mere fatherly
love.

"Weren't you listening?" My father-in-law noticed my actions.

"Of course I was listening," I said, a little embarrassed. "Dad, if I may be so bold, do you have
feelings for me?"

He suddenly became wary: "What do you mean?"

I couldn't care less: "Dad, I know you love me. I felt it deeply when I was little
. Now I want to know, is there any other kind of love between us besides fatherly love?" I hugged
him tightly, rubbing my face against his hairy old skin: "Dad, I love you. I've wanted to tell you for a long time, but I've
suppressed it. All these years, I haven't dared to face my sexual orientation. I don't want to go down this path. I
can't let you down... " " I know your good intentions in marrying my younger sister to me, given your trust and expectations of me. You
love me, and this way you can properly handle our relationship. We are father and son; if that happens, it's incest,
isn't it?"

My father-in-law stared at me blankly, speechless for a long time. Then, he hugged me tightly. "Son, you
're right. I love you. When you were just a little boy, because I loved you so much, I
couldn't hurt you. I always wanted to treat you like my son, but I still couldn't suppress my feelings for you. So, I
had to marry my younger sister to you to sever my homosexual feelings for you."

"Dad, we're not biologically related after all," I said, moved.

"But," my father-in-law hesitated, "if that happens, it's still incest."

I didn't know why I was so promiscuous: "Dad, we won't have children." This is
a line from the movie "8? Women," spoken by the son when he has a relationship with his father. But this line also
played a very good role here.

My father-in-law hugged me tighter, and I could clearly feel his excitement. "Son, you really want to be with
me..."

"Dad. Can I touch you?"

My father-in-law opened his body and whispered, "Do whatever you want, son."

I almost held my breath, gently touching my father-in-law's slightly erect member. I felt my heart
leap out of my throat. The old man's member slowly expanded in my hand, becoming magnificent and hot. I murmured to
my father-in-law, and also to myself, "My God, how could this be?"

I suddenly believed in fate. Perhaps I was destined to become this kind of person. No matter how hard I
fought against fate before, I still couldn't escape its arrangement.

Now, at this age, what can I fight against fate? I'll just leave it to fate!

Before, I thought that my downfall was because I met A-Xi. Now I understand that whether I knew
A-Xi or not, I couldn't escape the control of fate.

Without A-Xi, there would definitely be A-Dong. I can't change fate, so I can only change myself.

My father-in-law and I kissed passionately, his tongue entering my mouth, the faint smell of tobacco in his breath
captivating .

So, I greedily sucked on his tongue.

I pressed him down, my hardness pressing against his anus.

Just as I was about to thrust in, a groan from my father-in-law, like a muffled thunderclap, jolted me awake.

"After doing this, can I still be considered human?"

I rolled off.

"What's wrong?" my father-in-law asked, puzzled.

I said painfully, "Dad, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done this."

He turned and hugged me, comforting me, "Don't be like this, son, didn't you say we're not
father and son by blood?"

"But what I did wasn't just hurting you, it was also a great disrespect to you."

My father-in-law touched my hard penis: "Don't think that way. You did it because of love, and I
did it with you because of love."

He told me that this afternoon, if I hadn't come back in time, Axi would have taken his virginity. "Son, I
'd rather it be you." He turned over; "Come on, son, take my virginity."

Tell me, what else could I do?

I could only repay my dear father-in-law with my first time.

I never imagined it would be so painful.

My relationship with him underwent a fundamental change; I loved him even more. But after our
intimacy , I couldn't face him.

He sensed it too, caught in a similar dilemma. On one hand, he couldn't resist my
temptation ; on the other, doing so would betray his daughter.

We were conflicted in our love, deeply remorseful at the same time.

We were like addicts, aware of the dangers yet unable to resist the allure.

And how could my kind and innocent wife know of the ill-fated relationship between me and her father?

I told myself I had to find a way, at least to stop living with him.
What would happen if the truth came out?

I thought of Axi.

As soon as I thought of Axi, he appeared.

His eyes were red; he had lost a lot of weight in the few days I'd seen him.

"What's wrong, Axi?" I asked with concern.

Axi showed me a letter from his son, whom he hadn't seen in almost ten years.

The letter expressed his gratitude to Axi for raising him while his mother was away and teaching him a trade.
He said he no longer blamed Axi for being gay because they had no further relationship. The letter stated that
he was not Axi's son, but rather the child of his mother and her lover, and he wanted to return to his biological parents.

Finally, he said he was sending 20,000 yuan as compensation to Axi for his years of raising him, and that
they were now completely estranged.

"I knew his mother had a relationship with that landlord's son, but I didn't care. She eloped with him, and I even
thought it was a relief. I raised my son with great difficulty, and he says he's someone else's son," Axi
said painfully.

"Didn't you know at all that he wasn't your biological son?" his father-in-law asked.

"People talked about it; he looks like his mother. He was very affectionate towards me when we were little, and I never suspected anything,"
Axi said, squatting on the ground, holding his head in his hands, deeply distressed. "But I truly love him. His mother left when he was just
a child, and I raised him single-handedly, changing his diapers and feeding him. It wasn't easy. Later, his mother wanted him to come live with her,
but he refused. He said, 'Dad, Mom has no conscience, abandoning us. I don't recognize her; I want to be
with you.' Later still, his mother said I was intersex, that I didn't like women and preferred men, which is why she left me.
My son still didn't believe it until he saw me with another man. Then, he angrily took his wife and children to
work elsewhere. I thought that when he reached a certain age, he would understand me. I never expected him to…"

I couldn't find the words to comfort Axi. I helped him up, sat him on the sofa, and gave him some tissues.

My father-in-law looked at me with gratitude. I knew what he was thinking; he was grateful for my understanding and
was also warning us not to follow Axi's path.

I decided to write a letter to Axi's son.

I told him how much Axi missed him, how a father who raised him for over ten years could deny him with just
a few words. Even if Axi wasn't his biological father, he shouldn't have abandoned him so heartlessly.

His son replied that he wasn't someone who easily trusted others. He disliked his father because he couldn't
accept a perverted man as his father, but he also disliked his mother,
a woman who had affairs with other men behind her husband's back. When his mother told him that the man was his biological father, he didn't believe it. Later,
they did a paternity test, and faced with the undeniable facts, he couldn't pretend to be ignorant.

In his letter, he wrote, "Actually, I hate both of them. I don't acknowledge either of them. Anyway, I'm an abandoned child,
and I can live on my own."

Axi's son's attitude was very firm. I advised Axi, "He hasn't acknowledged you all these years, and you've
been doing ? Since he doesn't want you as his father, why should you cling to this son?"

I knew my words were utterly inadequate. A son of over thirty years, gone just like that—how could he not be heartbroken?

Axi said he knew his son looked down on him, but at least there was still hope. Now, there wasn't even a sliver of hope left
.

Seeing Axi's pained expression, I suddenly felt an urge. I hugged Axi and said, "Axi, if you
don't mind, I'll be your son."

Axi was stunned, and it took him a while to come to his senses. He hugged me tightly and burst into tears.

My father-in-law came up with a perfect solution: he wanted to live with Axi.

My wife objected. She angrily asked her father what he meant. My father-in-law said that Axi was pitiful,
and he wanted to spend more time with him. Besides, the two old men would have more in common if they lived together. "Anyway
, we're not far apart. I or Axi can cook lunch for you."

My wife got angry: "Did we bring you here so you could cook for us?"

I tried to persuade my wife: "Fine, let's just go along with Dad's opinion." My

wife immediately turned her anger on me: "Of course! He's not your biological father. Where he lives is none of your
business ." "

I was too lazy to argue with her, but my father-in-law got angry: "What are you saying? You're either at work or playing cards all day. Have
you ever cared about me? Xiaomi works and does housework, and she's so caring towards me. That's more than enough
. What right do you have to talk about biological children?"

My wife said angrily, "I know you've always liked him more than my brother and I."

I said to my wife, "Why are you saying all this? If you're truly filial to your elders, you should listen to them."

My wife's tone softened: "How... how can I tell my brother?"

"I'll tell him," my father-in-law said angrily.

"Forget it," I said, "I'll tell him. My brother will understand."

My brother did understand very well.

After the two old people lived together, they were very happy. Axi lost a son who didn't love him, but
gained was very excited.

He whispered to me, "Godson, can we still do 'that'?"

I patted his face, "Isn't it enough that my father-in-law is here with you?"

He laughed, "Enough, enough, but I still miss you."

"When you miss me, I'll come."

A year later, the old street where Axi lived was to be redeveloped. The real estate developer told him that if he didn't want the house, he could receive
a one-time compensation of 50,000 yuan; if he wanted the house, it would be calculated as a newly built house, and Axi would have to pay them tens of thousands of yuan. Axi asked me, "Do you want..."
A small apartment or a big house?

I asked, "Do you have that much money?"

My father-in-law said, "I do."

After Axi's house was demolished, my wife invited him and my father-in-law to live with us, but the two old men politely declined.
They found a small place outside, which puzzled my wife. I knew the reason behind it, so I
told her, "Who cares? As long as they're comfortable, that's fine."

The two old men lived very happily. The principal was completely rejected by Axi, and he was very angry about it,
constantly complaining to me. I said to him, "Axi is old, and his health isn't what it used to be. You should be understanding."

The principal angrily said, "Nonsense, he's found..." An old man lived with him.

I teased him, "Is Axi really that good?"

He thought I was jealous and quickly smiled and said, "It's not that I'm after Axi, you know I'm not
interested in women, and you're not often with me, so I can only go to him."

I laughed and said, "It's all because your desires are too strong. Two or three times a week, who can handle that? I
have a wife, I can't give you everything, can I?"

Actually, my wife's desire for mahjong is far greater than her desire for sex. Fortunately, that's how I
can deal with both my father-in-law and Axi. I love both of the old men, and as for the principal, I
'm lucky if I can give him one or two times a month.

In 2005, Axi's new house was completed. He asked for a three-bedroom, two-living room, two-kitchen, two-bathroom apartment of over 140
square meters . Moreover, he didn't ask my father-in-law for any money. My father-in-law felt very bad, so Axi asked him to pay for
the renovation. The renovation of the house was all according to my preferences.

After the house was renovated, they moved into their new home. My wife and I went to congratulate them. After lunch, my wife
went to work. I happened to have no classes that afternoon, so I decided to stay and spend more time with them. Axi and my father-in-law
exchanged a glance, went into the bedroom, and smilingly took out a red booklet and handed it to me. When I looked at it, it was
the property certificate for their new house, and surprisingly, my name was on the certificate.

I was shocked: "How could you do this?"

Axi looked into my eyes: "Aren't you our son? This is a gift I gave to my son."

I hugged Axi tightly, saying emotionally, "You are the best gifts God has given me."

My father-in-law joked, "Then, how will you repay us?"

Looking at the two old men's lecherous eyes, I smiled: "I have nothing but my body,
how can I repay you?"

The two old men exchanged a smile, rushed over, picked me up, and placed me on the bed: "We just want your body."

...

After finishing this article, the image of Axi from his youth to old age kept flashing through my mind. The life he lives now
is probably unimaginable to him. He lost his family, but received love from many more people. He lost
his son, but has someone who loves him even more than his own son. He must be very content.

I sat in front of the computer, and Axi's happy and kind smile appeared on the screen. I asked myself: Can he
be considered a tragic Axi?

Only then did I realize that my article's title was wrong.

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