My Story with My Instructor

The dorm is always brightly lit late into the night. Those who are nocturnal usually buy food and drinks before the 11 pm curfew, then bury themselves in their screens and battle it out with online gamers. Some play more exciting games like CS, while night owls like me who like to do many things at once play Roguelike, which allows me to practice online, and then go to visit the rooms next door.

Today, someone in the next room rented a few VCDs and prepared a dozen beers and some snacks, planning to watch them all night long, since it's Friday and the start of the weekend! Although I usually play a bit too much, I'll definitely play even more on the weekend, especially after playing during the midterms. How can I not indulge my relaxed mind and body after the painful cramming before the exams?

"Hey! Heineken! Oh, do you have Taiwan Beer?" I asked.

"Taiwan Beer? What's that? Can you drink it?" Canghao replied, feigning ignorance. I'd forgotten that this guy doesn't drink Taiwan Beer; drinking Heineken is beneath him. But tonight, someone else is buying the drinks, not him. If he were buying them, he'd either buy Japanese sake or ice wine—a wealthy drinker… Of course, he's buying what he wants to drink. As for us, we'll have to buy our own if we want to.

Speaking of drinking, I only learned to drink a month ago. Before, when I didn't know how, just one sip of 4% ABV Taiwan Beer would make my face turn red, and half a can would make me pass out. The first beer I ever finished was Taiwan Beer, and I only drink it straight from the refrigerator. If it's been thawed for more than ten minutes, I throw it away like pee, because it'll be bitter, astringent, and I won't feel the vicissitudes of life… But too much vicissitudes will be mentally taxing, so I drink it all in one go and fall asleep in a tipsy stupor.

A month ago, late at night, the lights were still on. I was engrossed in my character's training in the game, absentmindedly clicking the mouse to manually level up. I could have left the internet on, but I chose not to, opting instead to torture my already aching right hand with manual skill. What was wrong with me? None of my roommates asked me anything, because they had all left, leaving me alone. Before leaving, they asked me to watch over their characters who were online, to heal them if they were about to die, or replenish their MP.

I agreed and pretended no one had spoken, continuing my manual training until 1:48 AM.

I'd been training for two hours. A certain figure kept lingering in my mind, which was why I preferred playing games to going out or going to bed.

Because I wouldn't be able to sleep, and if I couldn't sleep, I'd rather not sleep at all, even though my eyelids were already tired from the torment of this feeling. But that figure still appeared... starting with a smile, then a face, then shoulders, then chest, then the whole body... "Good morning, Instructor!" I had just returned from club activities, drenched in sweat, and on my way back to the dormitory, I encountered Instructor Wang, a refined, mature man with a standard, slightly muscular build.

"Just back from club activities?" the instructor greeted me.

"Yeah! Instructor, you haven't gone home yet?" I wiped my sweat with my sleeve.

"It's my turn to be on duty today, have you eaten yet?" Although I was usually somewhat familiar with the instructor, it was always a group of us joking around with him. Today, facing him alone, I wasn't sure if it was a casual question or a serious invitation, and I felt a little lost.

"Not yet, Instructor, what about you?" Of course, the instructor hadn't eaten either. What was I thinking?

"I was just about to eat, let's go eat together, um... but I think you should wipe your sweat and change your clothes first, so you don't catch a cold." The instructor was always so considerate and attentive to his students. Ah, if only it were for me specifically, haha.

"Okay, then Instructor, you go ahead and eat!"

"It's alright, Instructor, I'll wait for you in the duty room, okay?" This...this...is this a dream?

What day is it today? Is it the God of Wealth's birthday? How can everything be so beyond my imagination?

The instructor smiled, waiting for my answer. Strangely, I couldn't resist that incredibly charming smile. Even though my sexual orientation was still wavering, I couldn't refuse such a man's invitation. Besides, his military uniform added to his masculinity, making me feel like I wanted to submit. God...even if I were tricked into selling myself, I think I would find an excuse for the instructor and then compromise myself to fulfill his scheme!

"Li Yunding?"

Then I automatically called a press conference to clear the instructor's name, and even more outrageously, I admitted to the public that I had forced the instructor to do all of this under threats and inducements... "Li Yunding? Are you alright?"

In the end, I was willing to ruin my reputation to protect the instructor, silently making this absurd yet sweet, and in fact crazy, sacrifice. If, after I was released from prison, the instructor learned everything I had done for him, and resolutely ignored the strange looks and stayed with me through thick and thin... Ah! This is something that only happens in dreams!?

"Yunding!" The instructor put his hands on my shoulders and called my name. At this moment, I also woke up from the neurotic fantasy I had just had. Looking at the instructor's questioning eyes, I realized that I had not yet answered the instructor's dinner invitation.

"Uh...no...it's nothing. The duty room? Okay, I'll be right there, right away!" I ran back to my room in a few strides, casually put down my equipment, grabbed a towel to wipe myself down, grabbed a shirt and threw it on. After checking in the mirror to make sure I wasn't wearing the wrong shirt, I dashed to the duty room door.

Just then, I wondered, where had my roommates gone again? The angle of the quilt had changed, proving someone had come back, slept, and then left. It's just that we never seem to run into each other. Maybe for me, I live alone, but for them, I'm someone they can only dream of.

Never mind them, the instructor is more important, haha.

"Knock knock!" I knocked nervously.

"The door's unlocked, come in!" came the instructor's voice. To be honest, having lived in the dormitory for so long, I'd never even glanced inside the duty room. I only knew that there was no bathroom in the duty room; the instructors on duty shared the same row of shower stalls with the students. So occasionally, I'd see instructors dressed casually, smelling wonderful, coming out of the showers.

Today I'm going to see the whole picture. Even though it's just a room, nothing special, it becomes extraordinary because of the person inside. It's true what they say, "It's not the height of the mountain that matters, but

the presence of a deity that makes it sacred." I opened the door and went in. "Uh… Instructor, I'm ready." I forced a smile, but my nervousness didn't lessen. Perhaps it's because I'm now sharing a room with the instructor! The duty room only had a table, a chair, and a bedding set. Near the door was a small two-seater sofa, and in front of it was a small table with a neatly arranged tea set.

Overall, the duty room was tidy, clean, and aesthetically pleasing, without any unnecessary clutter; everything was practical and simple.

"So fast? I haven't even warmed my seat yet! Let me change my clothes and then we'll go eat!" "Okay…" I swallowed hard. Change clothes? The instructor is going to change clothes in front of me? Just thinking about it made my face flush. If I really witnessed the instructor changing, how could I possibly enjoy such a live sex show?

"Then I'll wait for the instructor outside." I regretted being so considerate.

"No need! Just close the door, you don't need to wait for me outside. I'll change, you can sit down for a bit." The instructor gestured with his chin towards the sofa in front of me.

I gently closed the door, silently sat down, and waited quietly. I watched as the instructor, with his back to me, opened the wardrobe, unbuttoned his shirt one button at a time, and neatly hung it on the wall. The instructor, wearing a white vest, was incredibly muscular; his strong biceps, back muscles, and arms, along with his well-developed but not overly prominent pectoral muscles, made his nipples stand out under the vest. Just that was enough to make my breathing quicken.

To avoid the instructor noticing anything amiss, I took a few deep breaths, but then I realized that taking deep breaths for no reason would be even more inappropriate. But it was too late. I had to gasp for breath. At that moment, the instructor loosened his belt, unzipped his pants, and took off his dark green trousers.

Before me stood a muscular, mature man wearing a white vest and white briefs. I vaguely felt that the artery at the back of my head was about to give me a stroke.

***

"Instructor, you have a great physique!"

"Ouch!" I instinctively sensed something was wrong. How could I have blurted out a line from a gay porn movie? Usually, after that line comes an envious caress, and then... "You have a nice figure too!" The instructor picked out a pair of casual pants and looked at me.

"W-W-Will...really?" Cold sweat poured down my back, a surge of lust rising within me, but I tried to answer calmly.

"No? Aren't you in the martial arts club? I saw you practicing one day, and that one in the black vest practicing swordsmanship must be you, right? Or is the instructor mistaken?" A bolt from the blue! The instructor had seen me practice... I usually wear a vest to practice, so my upper body isn't restricted by clothing. After practice, I change into a short-sleeved shirt, just to avoid catching a cold on the way back to the dormitory. Actually, that short-sleeved t-shirt still gets wet.

"Uh...it was me, but why were you watching, Instructor?"

"I'm interested in this kind of martial art. I just happened to be passing by that day and watched for a while. I learned Juquan, Qinna, and Taekwondo in the military before, but I'm particularly fond of Qinna." Juquan is a basic boxing style, as is Qinna, but the instructor said he's only fond of Qinna...that's the only thing I can't learn. However, when it comes to martial arts, I'm not as restless as before when I see the instructor with his pants on. Instead, I'm interested in knowing more about him.

But when I see the instructor taking off his vest and going shirtless, I fall into a wave of lust again. This time, deep breathing can't calm me down. His chest and abdominal muscles aren't just muscular; they're more defined than just contoured. This level of muscle is the most well-proportioned.

With those muscles, I've forgotten what breathing is. Instead, my crotch is gradually swelling, and the feeling of it reaching its limit and pressing against my underwear is somewhat uncomfortable. Luckily, I was wearing briefs, not boxer shorts, otherwise my erection would have been obvious. That

was close. I didn't know what to say next. As my lower body reached its limit, it felt like pre-ejaculate was soaking my underwear. I tried to calm myself down, but the instructor hadn't put on his clothes yet, so I had no chance to calm down. If I could, I really wanted to go up and hug him, smell his scent, and feel the comfort of his arms.

"Yun Ding, what happened to your ears? They're so red." The instructor stood in front of me holding a black polo shirt. I had just come to my senses when faced with this question, and I was incredibly embarrassed. I made up a random excuse: "It's...it's hot, a little...stuffy..." Stuffy? "

Stuffy? The duty room has air conditioning, it's even a little cool!" Why did the instructor have to be so honest? "Or are you embarrassed and blushing because the instructor is changing clothes in front of you? Hehe..." the instructor teased.

"It's okay!" I gave a half-answer.

Suddenly, the instructor crouched down. His stern yet gentle eyes, framed by his sharp eyebrows, exuded a sense of security, making the close proximity surprisingly reassuring. However, my breathing quickened, and my eyes, filled with curiosity and questions, stared at him.

"You…"

"I…?"

The instructor took a deep breath, placed his clothes on the seat next to me, and then sighed again before continuing, "Yun Ding, you…" "Uh… I?"

"What do you think of the instructor…"

"Just ask whatever you want, Instructor! This doesn't seem like you're an instructor." I mustered my courage and said, inwardly applauding myself.

The instructor hesitated for a moment before finally asking, "Alright, then I'll ask. Yun Ding, what do you think of the instructor?" "What aspect are you asking about, Instructor? Your physique? You have a great physique, so great that I'm a little envious." "Then… do you like the instructor's physique?" "Yes." Without even thinking, I answered directly, feeling like I was digging my own grave.

"Not just your figure, what about other aspects?"

"Uh... Instructor, what do you want to ask?" I slowly stood up, but the instructor stopped me by putting his hand on my shoulder: "Don't go yet. I know it's inappropriate for you to ask like this, but if you insist on leaving, I won't stop you." After saying that, he removed his hand from my shoulder and took two steps back, clearly giving me a choice... a choice?

I'm terrible at making choices. The chance of answering a multiple-choice question correctly is usually smaller than answering it incorrectly. I'm only good at yes-or-no questions, but this isn't a question of yes or no, but a question of choosing to stay or leave.

Leave? Then I'll still see the instructor for the next two years, and I should just ignore today's conversation, right?

Basically, yes, but once our eyes meet, there's wave after wave of awkwardness. I don't want that feeling.

Stay? And then what? Have a hard time? I don't want that either... "Uh... Instructor, you haven't eaten yet, shall we go eat first?" Changing the subject was the least hurtful way I could think of.

"This... alright... it was the instructor's fault, I shouldn't have treated you like that. Let's go, let's eat." The instructor said as he picked up his clothes, only halfway up, when I inexplicably asked, "Instructor, you... right?" The instructor froze, saying, "Yes... what is it?" I felt his voice trembling, if it wasn't a hallucination.

"Instructor, you like men?"

The instructor hurriedly finished dressing, his eyes looking lost, and he stood quietly flustered in front of me, as if trying to think of a reason to temporarily avoid my question.

Seeing the instructor's embarrassed expression, and how he had asked such a socially unacceptable question to the students in a moment of emotional irrationality, and how he had bluntly revealed the secret to my direct question yet seemed unsure how to explain it, I felt a little guilty. When I was about to bring up the dinner again, I noticed his eyes were slightly moist… My heart softened. Although I hadn't been forceful, the impending tear made me unconsciously reach out and wipe it away. I said, "Instructor…" "Yun Ding… yes, Instructor likes men, and he likes you." "Instructor…" "I've never been in a relationship, never had a girlfriend. In the military, I mostly interact with men. Even with female officers, I never had any desire to pursue them. So I started to wonder if I had lost interest in women? Until one time I overheard a fellow soldier…" The man's breathing was rapid, and he seemed to be moaning from masturbation. I actually had a physical reaction, and I couldn't help myself. Then, I went to the next room and, while eavesdropping on the moaning, I also started masturbating. Not long after, I ejaculated. From then on, I even developed feelings of attraction for my colleagues and superiors. This attraction wasn't just a sexual fantasy; I thought about confessing my feelings several times, but I didn't have the courage. "I was troubled by this for a long time, so I wanted to use the opportunity of being transferred to a school as an instructor to forget these experiences. I thought that there was an age gap between me and the students, so there shouldn't be any feelings developing. Maybe I could even pursue a female colleague and have a relationship instead of hiding my sorrow. Unfortunately... I met you, a student who was different from others." At this point, I paused and asked, "Different from others?"

"Hmm, you don't have the naivety of a college student, but you have a sorrowful look in your eyes that comes with worldly wisdom. You often do your own thing quietly without asking for help, and you'll even lend a hand if you have the ability." "Instructor, you... you're secretly observing me?" "Not secretly, but openly watching your every move. Only when you're practicing swordsmanship does your eyes not show sorrow, but a kind of bright and confident look. I think you really like martial arts, especially swords, right?" "Yes, I like swords, but Instructor, what you're saying sounds like

something out of a novel!" "You think I'm lying?" "No, I just find it hard to believe." "But what I said is true!" The instructor suddenly moved closer, and what he had said before brought my emotions back to that unpleasant experience. So, as the instructor approached, I stood up, but unexpectedly, he took the opportunity to hug me tightly.

"Yun Ding, I...can you accept me?"

"But Instructor, you haven't confirmed whether I also like men, have you?" This question jolted me awake. The instructor was so shocked that his arms, which had been holding me, lost their strength, and I broke free. His eyes lost their usual stern tenderness, replaced by fear and regret.

I think I've ruined a soldier's self-esteem, at least for now.

Why hurt him like this when you clearly like him? Wouldn't agreeing to date him offer a chance for happiness? Even with the age gap, I'm 21 and he's 30, only nine years apart. Besides, he doesn't look 30 at all.

As for his character, he's usually very amiable and gets along well with the other instructors. And his looks are impeccable—truly striking, with sharp features; he'd be perfect for period dramas. With such qualities, and the way he humbly asked about my feelings, disregarding our teacher-student relationship, his impulsive courage should be enough to encourage me. Yet, I've repeatedly disappointed him.

I didn't want to either, but I have a shadow in my heart, a terrible shadow… “I… Instructor… I really like you, Instructor… but…” Hearing this, the instructor regained his spirits, smiling like a child, looking at me hopefully. But my eyes weren't what he wanted to see, so his smile stiffened. Perhaps out of instinctive concern for his student, the instructor asked, “What’s wrong? But what? Are you willing to tell me?” I didn’t want to. If I could, I wouldn’t bring it up, but I didn’t want to continue to hurt an instructor who had never experienced male-male relationships. I could use this to blackmail him into doing whatever he wanted, but he was someone I liked, wasn’t he? And he liked me too, so telling him about this past shouldn’t do me any harm. At worst, I could cry again; it’s been three years anyway.

“Okay, I’ll tell you.”

***

Three years ago, I failed the college entrance exam and entered a retake class. The pressure of retaking the exam was immense. My parents didn’t want to put pressure on me because they knew I didn’t want to retake it either. I also put pressure on myself, and this self-imposed pressure was far greater and heavier than anything others could put on me.

That day, as usual, I finished my class and rode my bike home. Late at night, I was studying for tomorrow's exam. It was already 2 AM. After finishing the last bit of material, I still wasn't sleepy, so I opened a chat room on my computer to kill time. As soon as I logged in, someone greeted me. Normally, no one would want to greet me with my nickname, especially older people, because I had entered my age as 18.

A 36-year-old sent me a private message. I chat with anyone who comes along, because it's just chatting, so age isn't a problem. On the contrary, I don't get along with people my own age or younger. We

chatted for about half an hour, and the person said he was at an internet cafe and it was getting late, so he asked if I would give him my phone number. I gave it to him, whether he would answer or not was another matter, but it didn't really matter. The next night,

late at night, I was reviewing what I had learned that day. I was the only one awake at home, and it was very quiet. Suddenly, my phone vibrated. Looking at the unfamiliar number, I didn't immediately recognize it as the 36-year-old man from yesterday. Perhaps it was destined, but I accepted the invitation.

We chatted on the phone for about ten minutes, and he asked if we could meet tomorrow. I thought about it; it was just a meeting, it wouldn't take long, so I figured I could use my break time to stop by his place. So I agreed to meet him. The next day, I rode my bike to the agreed-upon location near his house, getting a little lost along the way. We agreed to meet in front of a 7-Eleven. When I arrived, I saw him wearing a white tank top, blue jeans, and black leather shoes, riding his bicycle around. His attire was what we had agreed on. To confirm, I called him. Seeing that he answered, I immediately hung up and rode over to greet him.

"Have you eaten?" he asked. "Not yet," I said.

"Want to buy some food to take to my place?"

"Sure," I agreed without much suspicion, and honestly bought some things to take to his place.

He said he was moving, so everything was still being packed. When I went in, sure enough, there was only a mattress, a cabinet, a desk, and several boxes of clothes in transparent plastic crates. The rest were some pillows, blankets, and toiletries.

"You haven't moved in yet?"

"Yeah, I'll be here in a few days. Let's find a place to sit and eat!" "Do I need to take off my shoes?" "No."

So I found a small table next to the bed and sat down, but for some reason, I had no appetite. I was really hungry just now... "Why aren't you eating?" "I

don't have much of an appetite. Let's eat together."

"I've already eaten."

"Oh." I still had no appetite, so I just sat there looking around his room. After a while, he sat down next to me. I tensed up and looked at him. He looked at me too. His left arm was still around my left waist. He was a 36-year-old man with a great physique. His arm muscles were bulging with veins, and his bronze skin gave him a mature and weathered look.

At that moment, his right hand reached over, unzipped my pants, and took off my shoes and socks. I felt myself trembling, but I didn't have the strength to run. He reached into my underwear, pulled out my already erect penis, squeezed it, and saw the pre-ejaculate seeping out. Then he continued to undress me completely.

In my excitement, I also took off his clothes, and the two of us were naked, facing each other.

He wanted me to give him oral sex. This was my first time. I took his 17-centimeter-long penis into my mouth. I couldn't take it all in, and besides, it was very thick. My mouth was a little strained. Because it was my first time, my teeth hurt his glans several times. He said to just suck and lick.

He seemed to have taken a shower; even his penis smelled of shower gel.

After a short while of sucking and licking, his penis became rock hard, and he told me to lie down. I knew what he was going to do; he wanted to have sex with me. But I didn't want to be fucked, so I tried to get off the bed. However, he was incredibly strong, pulling me back down, grabbing both my hands with one hand, and pinning my spread legs down with his legs. He forced his penis in without lubrication. He didn't succeed at first, but on his second try, the head of his penis went in, and I screamed in pain. He silenced my screams with a kiss, and with a powerful thrust, his 17-centimeter penis was fully inside me as I nearly fainted from the pain. What terrified me even more was that he wasn't wearing a condom.

I tried desperately to break free from his grip, but whether I was too weak or he was too strong, I could only let him thrust wildly. It seemed the more I struggled, the more pleasure he enjoyed it.

"Yeah! Huff huff huff... Is it good? Is it good?" he said.

"No! I don't want it anymore!" I cried out in pain, so much pain that I barely had the strength to scream.

"Wow, so tight, mmm..."

"Ahhh...no more...ahhh...it hurts...it hurts so much..." I kept twisting and turning, but I still couldn't loosen his grip. I don't know how long I was being fucked, but I heard him breathe faster and shout, "Ah! I'm going to cum!" He pulled out quickly and immediately ejaculated on my abdomen. A fishy smell rushed up, and a tearing pain overwhelmed my body.

Afterwards, he took some toilet paper to wipe me clean, and I also took some to wipe my anus. I only saw bloodstains on the toilet paper, nothing else, not even excrement.

"You haven't cum yet, have you? Let me help you." With this feignedly considerate sentence, I had to be fucked again because his penis showed no signs of softening. At this point, I had no strength and didn't want to struggle anymore. I felt like I should just die. He turned me over and thrust into me roughly again, then changed positions several times in a row. He even picked me up and fucked me wildly. He was so crazy that he carried me to the balcony to do it. Below the balcony was a bustling street with people and cars coming and going.

Then we went back to the bed and did it on my stomach. Just as he was about to climax, he picked me up and vigorously moved his lower body. After a series of screams, I came. The contraction and relaxation of my anal sphincter seemed to excite him. Then he also climaxed and ejaculated inside me. After ejaculating, he didn't even want to pull out and wanted to do it a third time, but it seemed that his penis had gone soft, so he didn't continue. After he finished, he told me to throw me onto the mattress, lay on top of me and said, "You're a virgin! So tight. It won't hurt after this, okay?" Then he went to the bathroom to shower. I got up without saying a word, cleaned myself, put on my clothes, pants, shoes and socks, and then walked to the bathroom door and said I was leaving. He responded and said he hoped we would have a chance to meet again. I didn't hear it and didn't want to hear it. I took my things and left.

On my bike ride home, I felt a sharp pain in my anus. Recalling the rape I'd just experienced, and the fear of contracting AIDS from not using a condom, I forced back tears and rushed home. I immediately went into the bathroom and took several long, intense showers until the skin on my palms was wrinkled. My mother called from outside the door, telling me I'd been showering for too long, and I finally stopped my frantic shower.

For the next few days, my sphincter muscles continued to ache, showing signs of inflammation. I was too afraid to see a doctor, and for two weeks I secretly bought iodine and applied it to my room. But this suffering was far less than the pain of the rape, far less significant than the possibility of contracting AIDS. I had a suicidal urge.

Even if I died, it would only be attributed to a social news story about someone taking their own life due to the pressure of retaking exams. Perhaps it wouldn't even be published, unless my death was sensational enough, captivating enough.

The psychological torment didn't stop. About three weeks later, I was having lunch at a cram school when I saw a news report about the capture of a dismemberment murderer. When the reporter interviewed the killer, that voice—the killer's voice—made me freeze… I looked up at the screen, and it was the man who had forced himself on me that day! Yes! I was so unlucky. He was wearing the same pants we had met that day, and he was so muscular. Who else could it be but him?

I didn't hear a single word of the lesson that day; I just drifted home in a daze… And then, I had no recollection of how I hid this memory.

***

"I'm done talking…"

The instructor didn't speak, remaining silent for a long time. I knew he didn't know what to say. Comforting words wouldn't work on me. Anyway, I had gotten through it all, all alone.

"So that's how the sadness in your eyes came about…"

"Yun Ding…" The instructor came over and hugged me, giving me a kiss on the forehead. "Let me protect you, okay?" These words were like a thunderclap, exploding in my ears and warming my heart, but the fear of the past remained in my mind.

Even if I dated the instructor, I couldn't accept sex, right? I'd be scared, so scared… "Don't be afraid, I'm here for you." Had he seen through me? Why did he give me the answer I wanted to hear?

The instructor turned me around and kissed my lips, gently parting my tightly closed lips. His warm, moist tongue teased my tongue, and as I gradually responded to the kiss, he sucked my tongue in as if trying to pull it up by the roots, not forcefully, but with a gentle, teasing touch.

Then he inhaled again, and it was my turn to pull his tongue back, and then he inhaled again, kissing me deeply as if trying to suck the air out of his mouth. This kiss was deep, signifying that my defenses were about to slowly crumble because of him; this kiss was long, so long that he held me tightly, reluctant to let go.

After the kiss, the instructor gently pulled me into his arms. I looked up and continued kissing him. His hands lifted my clothes and gently stroked my abs, even teasing my navel. Combined with the sudden kiss, I couldn't help but let out a soft "Mmm!" He was stimulating my desire to the point of overflowing.

"Instructor, is this... your first time?" I asked softly.

"Um, it's... my first time."

"But your kiss doesn't feel like your first time, it feels very skillful."

"This is my first kiss!" The instructor tickled me, and I squirmed. "No, no, no! I'm most ticklish." "You're so strong and you're ticklish? Didn't you learn your weakness in martial arts? Hehe..." "Instructor, aren't you ticklish?" Before I finished speaking, I pointed at the instructor's waist. Who knew the instructor was so weak, he twisted and jumped onto the bed with his hands on his waist. "I'm ticklish too, stop tickling me!" I turned around and lay on his chest, giving him another kiss. My erect penis rubbed against the instructor's engorged penis through my clothes. I don't know where I got the courage, but I reached out and touched it, gently scratching the outside of the glans with my fingernails. After another round of kissing, we took off all of each other's clothes and pressed our chests together.

I traced my lip along the instructor's neck, back of the head, shoulders, armpits, chest, nipples, abs, and down to his navel. When I reached his navel, I heard him let out a soft moan. I kissed that spot passionately and felt his abdomen rise, accompanied by a deep, comfortable breath and a soft sound.

I continued licking downwards, along the edge of his scrotum towards his inner thighs. This area was practically his erogenous zone. Suddenly, I took his overflowing penis into my mouth. The salty, fishy taste didn't make me nauseous; instead, it aroused me greatly. I sucked and licked, my hands gently caressing his entire body. Hearing his comfortable moans, I became more and more enthusiastic… my tongue relentlessly stimulating the glans. After a few minutes, his breathing became rapid. I didn't want to end my first sexual encounter so quickly, so I moved to another spot, starting by lightly licking the back of his head, down his spine to his tailbone and groin. As soon as I reached his groin, he let out a very stimulating moan, "Ah!" I continued licking that area, even licking into his vagina.

When I kissed his groin again, he turned around and said, "I… I can't take it anymore, Yun Ding, I… can I go in?" My eyes widened in surprise. Was I really going to have to endure that kind of pain again?

"It's okay if you don't want to..."

"It's okay, do you have any lubricant?"

"You mean I can go in?"

"Yes!"

The instructor found some shower gel and gently applied it to my anus, then thickly applied it to his penis, seemingly to avoid causing me pain. But I asked again, "Instructor, you're not wearing a condom... are you still going to go in?" "Do you mind?" "No... but aren't you afraid I might..." What could be more terrifying than the first time?

"I'm not afraid!" After saying that, the instructor gently lifted my abdomen, found the acupoint, and guided his penis slowly into the vagina with his hand. When the glans entered, I felt a slight excitement because of the lubrication; it slid in gently. Then the instructor slowly thrust in, and I watched him nervously, afraid of pain.

His gentle eyes carefully observed my expression. "Does it hurt?" "No..." After a small thrust, the instructor's penis was fully inside. I only felt a slight pain during the final small thrust, but it was bearable and negligible. The whole process was gentle and comfortable, giving me a feeling of fulfillment.

"Does it still hurt?" the instructor asked considerately.

"No, it feels very good... um!" The instructor slowly withdrew and then slowly thrust in again. With each in-and-out motion, I felt his penis hitting a certain spot, and I felt a urge to ejaculate.

Seeing me let out a soft moan and my expression of comfort and enjoyment, the instructor began to speed up his thrusts. My buttocks slammed against his groin. Looking at the instructor's bulging pectoral and abdominal muscles, I felt a pleasure of submission.

We engaged in intercourse in the missionary position for a while, then continued in the doggy style, enjoying the pleasure of the instructor's penis thrusting inside me. He alternated between shallow and deep thrusts, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, before returning to the missionary position face-to-face, kissing me while gently swaying his lower body.

The instructor's stamina was astonishing; I don't know how much time passed, but I felt we changed positions many times, each lasting at least ten minutes, perhaps longer. By this time, we were continuing on the sofa.

At this point, the instructor's breathing became rapid, and the speed of his thrusts increased, accompanied by soft "heh heh heh heh" sounds.

"Ding... I'm going to cum, I... Ah! Ahhhhh!" Before he could finish speaking, the instructor had already ejaculated. I don't know how much he ejaculated, but I felt liquid flowing inside me; clearly, the amount was substantial, enough to be felt.

The instructor swayed for an unknown amount of time before finally releasing all his semen. When he lay on my chest, his heavy breathing clearly indicated he had exerted considerable effort.

Looking at him lying on my chest, I lifted his face and kissed him passionately before asking him, "Can I... go in too?" The instructor's reaction was even stronger than mine. He hesitated for a long time, but I didn't force him. After all, I knew how painful it would be for an instructor who had never had any experience with this before.

But the instructor's hesitant answer surprised me. "Okay, come in, Yun Ding." "Aren't you afraid of pain?" "If you can do it, so can I. Besides, I'm not selfish, I don't just care about my own comfort." "Is it okay..." I lifted the instructor's leg, picked up the shower gel, and moved my hard penis near the instructor's vagina.

"Hmm, I'll say so if you really can't take it."

"Then I'll come in?" I helped the instructor apply the shower gel and even inserted my finger to test it. When half a finger went in, the instructor made a "hmm!" sound. I thought it should be okay to go in, so after I covered my penis with shower gel, I gently and slowly inserted my penis from the glans, paused for a moment, and then slowly went in section by section. But when I got halfway in, the instructor's face started to show pain.

"No, okay? It will hurt..."

"No, come in!" The instructor even put his legs around my waist and squeezed me towards him. My penis was fully inserted amidst the instructor's painful groans.

I was afraid the instructor wouldn't be able to handle such a sacrifice. I looked at him again, and he nodded, even twisting his body to make me thrust like before. I slowly pulled out and then went in again, thrusting once more before pulling out and going

in again, repeating this dozens of times. I saw the instructor's expression gradually relax, and he seemed to enjoy it when I fully entered him. I started thrusting, using the position we had just used, and even picked the instructor up, leaning him against the wall and swinging him rapidly. I wasn't as long-lasting as the instructor. Just as I was about to ejaculate, the instructor suddenly let out a soft "Ah!" His still-erect penis hardened again under my thrusting, and he ejaculated a second time, white semen spraying all over his chest.

Seeing him ejaculate, I ejaculated too, shooting inside the instructor with all my might.

This bold act of mutual penetration ended in the duty room. I lay on the instructor's chest, my cheek smeared with sticky semen.

"Are you hungry? Want to go eat?" the instructor asked.

"What time is it?" I glanced at the clock on the table. "Nine o'clock... We've been...so long..." "No one's come in tonight..." I said.

"Maybe this time is destined to belong to us! Hehe..." "So what now?" "How about we go get some late-night snacks?"

"Hmm, then I'll eat this puddle on your chest first! Heh..." (Continued) It's been a month since that time I had sex with the instructor in the duty room. Neither of us felt embarrassed by such abrupt sex; on the contrary, a tacit understanding gradually grew because of it.

Although I've gone out to eat with the instructor a few times in this month, we haven't been alone in a room together again. At school, we're teacher and student; after class, we're ambiguous lovers.

That's right! Ambiguity, that's what's keeping me up tonight. I have to sit in front of the computer practicing my skills while pondering how to resolve this. While showering just now, I was so frustrated thinking about it that I masturbated. My sexual fantasy was, of course, of my drill instructor, and the scene was me unleashing a torrent of pleasure inside him. After the ecstasy, although it was satisfying, there was a sense of emptiness… "If you like him, go for it!" That's what I often say to hesitant classmates. "How will you know if it works if you don't try?" "If you don't want to stay by his side, go for it!" "Being rejected isn't shameful; you're not doing compensated dating!" "Don't come crying to me if you get rejected!"… "Wang Mo…" I thought of that name in my mind, my drill instructor's name. Sigh… the more I thought of it, the more I missed him. I wonder where he is right now.

I decided to go online and was about to go for a walk when my phone rang. It was Lin Xiaopei's "Heartbeat." The more I listened, the more it resonated with me, which is why I haven't changed my ringtone since freshman year. Now, it was ringing in the middle of the night, and I felt a strange flutter in my heart.

"Hello?"

"...Is this Yun Ding?" It was the instructor!

"Instructor... Instructor?"

"You still call me instructor..." The instructor seemed a little disappointed.

"It's so late, Instructor... uh... what's up?"

"Can I ask you out? I think you have a day off tomorrow... if you have any activities, then... I won't force you." "You're free... where should we meet? Now?" "Yes, now, can we meet at the front gate?"

"Okay."

After agreeing on a time and place, I slowly left the dormitory. At my walking speed, it should only take me less than three minutes to walk from the dormitory to the front gate, but this time it felt like ten minutes. When I got close to the front gate, I saw a familiar dark figure standing outside the iron railing.

"Instructor... how come you got here so quickly?"

"I called you after I got here. If you didn't come out, I'd stay until dawn." "Why torture yourself like this?" "I just want to ask you one question. I can't sleep until I get an answer, so I'd rather stay awake." Is this something he copied from me? Or are we destined to share this thought? Tonight... "Instructor, what do you want to ask?" "Can you call me Amo? Don't call me Instructor anymore..." His eyes were much dimmer. Was he having trouble sleeping? I think it's because I've always called him Instructor.

"Hmm... ask away!"

"...Okay... Yun Ding... will you go out with me?" His tone was pleading and fearful, he must have struggled with this.

"..."

"You don't want to?..."

"..."

"Okay... then... go back to your dorm, I'll take you."

"Don't you want to hear my answer?"

"But you're not saying anything..."

"Can I stay at your place tonight?" That should be a good answer!

The instructor looked at me with a hint of excitement. "Yun Ding, you agreed?" "I've thought about this for the past month, but I was afraid that if our relationship were exposed, it would affect your job, so I struggled to avoid asking about your relationship..." "You're so silly, haha. But if you're willing to be with me, I'll change jobs after you graduate." "Silence..." ***

The instructor's home is on the seventh floor of an apartment building near the school. He rented this small apartment because he didn't want to commute by car. It's close to the school, making it convenient even for duty shifts.

The apartment is simply furnished. I think this is related to the instructor's devotion to his relationship. If someone is too complicated, their room would usually have many decorations, decorations that don't match their appearance. But the instructor is simple and meticulous inside and out. It seems that military education has been thoroughly implemented into daily life.

I went to the balcony to look at the night view at three in the morning. The sparse streetlights, though lonely, didn't make the person looking at them feel lonely. At this moment, the instructor pulled me into his arms. I leaned back gently, seeking a sense of security in his embrace.

In public, I'm all smiles and independence, but in private, I'm a lonely person desperately needing to cry and be with someone. Tonight is the beginning of releasing these negative emotions.

The instructor gently kissed the back of my neck, taking a small breath. This gesture easily freed me from thinking about past fears, allowing me to naturally follow my desires and let his hands roam over my body.

As our clothes were removed one by one, two naked men embraced and kissed on the balcony floor. One was a fair-skinned, athletic, and muscular student; the other was a tanned and robust masculine man. We sucked on each other's penises. I gently pulled back the instructor's foreskin, making it hard. While sucking, I measured the distance between my index finger and thumb, about 15 centimeters. The instructor's was longer, probably 16 centimeters, and the thickness was just right for me to hold in my mouth, with enough space for my tongue to lick and move around.

I sucked hard and licked lightly, sucked lightly and blew hard. With one hand I teased his buttocks and with the other I gently scratched his scrotum and testicles with my fingernails. The instructor's lustful fluids flowed more and more, and I also felt my lustful fluids seeping into the instructor's mouth. At this time, I put my head between the instructor's legs and licked his anus. My fingers scratched his testicles and anus from time to time, and I also inserted my fingers inside and gently pumped them in and out.

The instructor, using his "steel-forging" technique, gently licked and inserted his tongue into my anus. The soft, wet object made me relax comfortably. My anus is the most sensitive part of my body. Although I'm not a bottom, my anus still provides immense pleasure. I discovered this erogenous zone after that time in the duty room.

The instructor inserted two fingers, moving them in and out slowly, while his tongue lightly licked around my anus. I felt like I was being conquered. "Mmm... ah," the instructor "inserted" his tongue in again. It was truly ecstatic. Then the instructor turned around, making himself on top of me. He lifted one of my legs and gently pressed his wet glans against my vagina, thrusting in and out.

I gestured that I had applied lubricant, and then the instructor's penis slowly and firmly entered me. Then came a series of alternating thrusts, some light, some heavy, some fast, some slow. The warm penis moved in and out of my body, only pleasurable, not painful. But the instructor was slower than faster. By this time, I needed the pleasure of being penetrated, so I moaned, "Mo...faster...oh...uh...yes...oh! So good! Mo..." The instructor's waist strength was amazing, his movements incredibly fast, relentlessly thrusting into my G-spot. Soon I was fucked until I ejaculated, even shooting onto my own face. Then, it was the instructor's turn to moan, "Ah, I'm going to cum, uh...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..." The instructor quickly pulled out and ejaculated onto my abdomen, mixing with my own semen.

What the instructor did next surprised and excited me. He actually bent down and licked our semen clean. "You...you ate it..." "Seeing you eat it last time made me want to try it too. It was pretty good!" "Do you want to eat it again? Hehe..." "You can still do it?" "Hmm..." "Yes, I want to eat it again..." I got up and pressed him to the ground. After applying lubricant to my penis, I asked him, "I'm going to go in again, is that okay?" "Hmm!" Then I thrust in a little bit. The instructor let out a soft moan. Then I used that short distance to thrust in and out quickly. After hearing the instructor's gradually relaxing moans, I thrust my hips forward! I inserted the whole thing. The instructor let out an "Ah!" but didn't say it hurt. Instead, he squeezed my waist tightly with his legs, as if the whole thing going in would make him feel good.

With each slow, then fast thrust, the instructor's moans fueled my relentless thrusting. Regardless of depth, frequency, or force, hearing my beloved, masculine man's unrestrained cries fueled my frenzied, frenzied pumping. Even as I struggled to breathe, I pushed with all my might to keep him moaning. I don't know how long I pumped, but with each groan of pleasure, I saw him ejaculate for the second time, brought to climax by my fucking. Not long after, I resumed my thrusting, his penis still hard.

"Mmm...ah...hehehehehehe..." I quickly pulled out my penis and ejaculated into the instructor's mouth. He opened his mouth, swallowing every drop of my white fluid, then continued licking my glans with lingering pleasure.

***

"Mo...you seem to enjoy being penetrated too?"

The instructor blushed and said, "I don't know why, but I just want you to be inside me. Before, I always fantasized about being the top, but it's different since I've been with you." "Doesn't it hurt?"

"It hurts a little the first time, but it felt really good just now...How about you? Did I do okay?" "Hehe...If I could, I'd like to do what we did on the balcony every day." "Really?" The instructor suddenly picked me up, which was incredibly dangerous! "Then let's take a shower together, and then make up for the past month's worth of bounty in the bathroom!" "No way..." A month's worth of bounty...Before I could refuse, Mo started his desire with a kiss, and I responded to his wildness.

[The End]

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