Beijing Stories (Repost) 11

Chapter Eleven

In August, I went to the United States with a government business delegation. I wasn't particularly interested at first
; I didn't have much business in the US. But unexpectedly, I found a big buyer, and I started doing
textile business with the US. When the American asked me about "quotas," I told the translator
it was a piece of cake. The translator told the American it was nothing.

I could have stayed a few more days and gone to Los Angeles and Las Vegas, but I didn't want to.
First I'd already been there, and second, I missed Lan Yu, especially him. I wanted to come back alone…

At Beijing Airport, I saw Lan Yu from afar. After summer, he was a little darker,
but even more charming. He wore dark blue shorts and a loose gray collarless t-shirt, with a few small buttons
near , casually undone. I could almost see his smooth,
healthy, youthful skin; I felt a surge of heat, my heart racing. His hair was
a little long, parted very subtly in the middle, and hung loosely on his forehead. This was the hairstyle I asked him to cut,
but he didn't like it, saying it made him look like a Taiwanese person. Yet, in these matters, he always went along with me. He stood there conspicuously
; the two girls who came out with me kept staring intently at him. He saw me and
waved…

Before we even left the airport, I could barely contain my impulse. I looked at him with “that” look, and
while getting the car and putting away my luggage, I deliberately stood very close to him, even rubbing my face against his. He
started breathing heavily too. We were both silent in the car. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, but his
heart must have been pounding wildly. I gently placed my left hand on his crotch, slowly rubbing it; it
was already very hard.

“Handong! No! Let me drive properly,” he said hurriedly.

I continued to touch him. I knew he was a very self-controlled person; he would drive attentively. “I’m going to
torture him, make him unable to bear it!” I thought excitedly and frantically.

He parked the car in front of a restaurant. I asked,

"What's up?"

"I can't drive back!" he said, looking at me.

We didn't say anything more, quickly went to the lobby, and got a room. Just as the door closed
, Lan Yu suddenly hugged me, pressing his lips to mine and kissing me passionately. I hugged
him back and kissed him too... I reached inside his clothes and touched him, feeling his broad chest and
smooth back. I pushed him down onto the bed and started tearing his clothes, starting with the few undone buttons
. I wanted to see his body that made me lose control. I pulled down his shorts, ignoring
the pain from the belt and zipper scraping his skin. He was so beautiful, a mature man's body, yet still retaining a touch of boyish
charm. I didn't have time to look at his expression; I wanted to strip him naked, I wanted to possess him, that
handsome , I had given so much for him, he was mine!!...

I knelt on top of him again, my hands gripping his hair, and shoved my large penis
into his mouth. Perhaps too forcefully, too deeply, he almost gagged. But he looked at me with
that same infatuated expression...

I made him turn over, kneeling on the bed. I pressed him down hard, his head pressed against the bed.
Without even wetting my mouth, I thrust my penis in, hard and stiff. Due to the lack of lubrication, my penis
hurt. I thrust forcefully. I still felt a little pain, but the more it hurt, the more pleasure I felt...
"

Oh... Oh! Lan Yu! Lan Yu!" I finally ejaculated in extreme excitement!

He collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, still not having orgasmed. He looked at me with a helpless smile:

"It hurt so much! I've never felt this much pain before, I was sweating from the pain!" he gasped.

I crawled to his side, hugged him, and kissed his face, saying,

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!... I missed you so much, I just
couldn't control myself." Knowing he was in so much pain, I felt a pang of guilt.

"I was hoping you'd kill me!" he said, annoyed but not really angry.

I started licking him, giving him oral sex. My mouth was busy, and my hands were caressing his body. After a while
, I stopped, looked up at him, and asked,

"Do you want to try from behind?" I meant anal sex.

He was surprised: "I've never tried it!"

"Neither have I! Let me try it for you this first time." I was determined to
do anything to make him happy.

I showed him how to put enough saliva on his penis, and then I lay down like he had,
feeling him hesitate as he tried to penetrate.

"Harder, harder!" I said, like I was teaching a child something.

He really did, and it went in all at once.

It hurt! It really hurt! I didn't like it at all. But I endured it. If he could endure it for me, why couldn't I
? He finally ejaculated, and I felt the urge to go to the toilet.

"Did you like it?" I asked him afterward.

"Not as good as when you used your hands and mouth," he said. Good, I was so glad he thought that. That was
the only time I ever "was fucked." I didn't like it, but I didn't regret it.

Half an hour later, we started again. This time we were very gentle. We gave each other oral sex and
masturbated ... We both felt so good... I
can't remember how many times we did it that day. I only remember that we were so tired and hungry afterwards that we didn't even have the energy to eat the food that was brought to the room
...

The textile business is doing very well. I'm planning to buy a villa in the 'North Suburbs' as
a home for Lan Yu and me, or maybe just give it to him. I'm never stingy when it comes to giving him anything.

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