Beijing Stories (Repost) 2

Chapter Two

I've always liked the bowling alley in "Royal Capital"—spacious, not crowded, and especially free of those
street thugs. Wei Guo and Sister Zhang were also there to play. Sister Zhang is a well-connected person;
we're good friends. She noticed me glancing towards the door and asked,

"Who are you waiting for?"

"Liu Zheng, and an older brother from out of town asked me to look after his son. He just got into a university in Beijing this year."

"You've got quite a few things to do," she said with a smile.

Around six or seven o'clock, Liu Zheng arrived, followed by a boy. From a distance, he
wasn't tall or particularly outstanding, and I was immediately disappointed, inwardly cursing Liu Zheng.

"Sister Zhang, Wei Guo," Liu Zheng greeted everyone.

The boy stood a bit further away, his eyes fixed on Liu Zheng.

"This is General Manager Chen," Liu Zheng turned to introduce me and the boy.

"His name is Lan Yu, his surname is Lan, not very common."

"Hello!" I smiled and extended my hand.

"Hello!" Lan Yu shook my hand nervously.

The instant we shook hands, he looked up at me, and I'll never forget that look—bright
eyes filled with melancholy, unease, and doubt. He didn't smile, not even a hint of the ingratiating
smile I usually saw. He wasn't particularly fair-skinned, but his face was clean, his features delicate, his nose straight, his lips
tightly , seemingly expressionless. My heart suddenly pounded wildly, a long-lost surge of emotion.

I wasn't a naive boy anymore, so I quickly avoided his gaze and glanced at
Sister Zhang and the others behind me, busy playing with their balls, and casually asked,

"Do you like bowling?"

"I don't." It sounded like a northern accent.

"Northerner, right?"

"Yes."

"He probably hasn't eaten yet," Liu Zheng whispered to me.

"Okay, I haven't eaten either." "

Sister Zhang, I have to go. I need to take my nephew out to dinner, so my brother won't accuse me
of mistreating him. Are you coming? It's on me." I said loudly to them.

"Forget it, go have fun yourself."

I always felt there was something behind Sister Zhang's words. Whatever.

We drove to "Xiang Ge" restaurant because I had a private room there.

"Xiang Ge" was a large, brightly lit, and opulent Chinese restaurant, though the Cantonese food wasn't great,
but still better than the Italian or French food.

"How old are you?" I asked him, having barely spoken on the way there, only after we sat down in the restaurant
.

"Sixteen, almost seventeen."

"Why did you start school so early? I remember I was almost nineteen when I went to university."

"I started a year early and skipped a grade." He still didn't smile, but his eyes
remained , appearing very well-mannered. His melancholy gaze almost made me lose control; my mind was filled
with fantasies of pinning him down on the bed.

"Are you getting used to Beijing?" I said quickly, stringing the word "get used to" together.

"Hmm?" His face flushed slightly; I could tell he was having some trouble understanding my Beijing dialect.

I laughed: "When I first came to Beijing, I couldn't understand what these people were saying either, especially Beijing men—
they're so vulgar and disgusting." I applied the words of my college roommate, Fang Jian, to myself.

His lips moved slightly, a forced smile, if you could call it. He

barely touched his food, but quickly finished two bowls of fried rice; he was clearly starving.

"Studying architecture? That's great. You'll definitely be rolling in money. I had two friends who studied architecture;
they were drawing blueprints for people in their junior year, and they made us poor liberal arts students green with envy."
I chatted with him as we walked out of the restaurant.

"Which school did you get into?" I asked again.

He didn't answer, his eyes fixed on the elevator doors. I was a little surprised. It seemed he didn't want to answer that
question . Did he take everything else he said seriously? In my experience, that was unlikely.

We didn't speak in the elevator. I suddenly remembered bringing a girl from an "outer department"
here more than six months ago. She wasn't a virgin, but a child prostitute. I had plenty of experience with prostitutes, but this was the boy's first
time .

I then noticed his clothes: dark blue cloth trousers with a white round-neck vest,
simple and clean, except the trousers were rather short and worn. Also, I noticed he had been observing me,
even　　 with the slightest movement.

Once inside, he seemed even more reserved, standing motionless near the door.

"Sit wherever you like. This is a suite; the outer area is the living room and dining room, and the inner area is the bedroom,"

Lan Yu said, still standing in the doorway.

I turned on the TV and casually handed him the remote.

"Watch some TV; there are plenty of cable channels." I paused, my eyes fixed on him.

"It's up to you. If you don't want to, that's fine too. I never force anyone to do anything. Eating, chatting
, making friends—it's all good." I said with a smile.

He took the remote, his melancholy gaze falling on my face before quickly averting.

"I... I'll watch TV."

"Suit yourself. I've been out all afternoon; I need to take a shower," I said, going into the bathroom.

July in Beijing is humid and muggy, with exceptionally long days. It was already past nine o'clock at night, and
it . I sat alone on the sofa in my bathrobe, pondering how to get this guy to give in quickly.
He was in the bathroom. I ordered two drinks—the kind that's sweet but has a strong aftereffect—and
put a pornographic film into the VCR. Everything was ready, and I couldn't help feeling a little nervous and excited.

He came out of the bathroom, wearing a light blue, slightly oversized nightgown (I always have brand new
bathrobes and nightgowns prepared here), his wet hair cascading messily over his forehead.

"Want some wine? It's good for relaxing," I said, handing him a glass.

He took the glass, looking somewhat lost, still standing there.

"Sit down," I

said, and he sat down, seemingly letting out a secret sigh of relief. On the television screen, a beautiful, naked foreign woman was
being vigorously licked on the vulva of another woman, the latter's hands kneading her large breasts as she moaned.

He sat motionless, as if startled by something, his hands gripping the glass tightly. I knew he...
It must be his first time watching porn.

"Have you ever had a girlfriend?"

"Have you ever had a girlfriend?" Seeing that he didn't answer, I asked again.

"No." From his voice, I could tell he was flustered.

I turned to look at him; his face was red, and he looked flustered. I gently placed my hand
between and rubbed his crotch. His body was almost frozen, completely still. His penis
was rock hard.

I turned off the TV first, and he turned to look at me, his eyes filled with confusion and shyness. I unbuttoned my
bathrobe, revealing my strong, smooth skin, and his eyes were fixed on my body. I leaned down and
calmly took off his pajama bottoms; he swallowed softly. His penis wasn't too big, but
it wasn't too small either; his body looked like that of an underdeveloped teenager, slightly thin. I
started masturbating him, then had him lie flat on the sofa. I kept looking into his eyes, and he looked at me
. I licked his body with my tongue and gently stroked him with my hands.

"Tell me if you feel uncomfortable,"

he said, looking at me, unsure of what to say. I know that the first time you have sex with a virgin or a boy, you must be gentle and considerate
; this will make it unforgettable for them, and they will be obedient in the future.

My mouth slowly moved to his, licking his lips with my tongue. His mouth was stiff at first, but he
quickly started kissing me. To be honest, his body wasn't particularly attractive to me at that time; it was his
clean virginity that excited me. I think I was narcissistic and self-pitying about my past. And his
eyes—those were the things I could never forget.

I kissed his face and body frantically, my hands constantly caressing his penis, testicles, and
anus . He seemed to be getting into it too, his eyes tightly closed, breathing heavily. Suddenly, his hand
grabbed my arm, and he let out a low male groan—he ejaculated. He looked quite
restrained .

I almost laughed; I didn't expect him to be so quick.

That night, we had sex twice more. The second time, I gave him oral sex, and he ejaculated again. The third
time, he gave me oral sex, and we both reached orgasm. I didn't ask him to have anal sex because it was
too early .

Perhaps it was the alcohol, or perhaps he was just too tired or too young, but he fell asleep quickly.
Looking at his young, handsome, and still somewhat boyish face, I thought: I really should treat Liu Zheng to lunch.

The next morning I got up very early. We had agreed that I would meet with the head of the credit department at the Construction Bank at eight o'clock
to discuss a loan of fifty million. Seeing that Lan Yu was still fast asleep, I didn't wake him. I first ordered breakfast and
brought it to the room , then left a note saying something like: if you need any help, contact me through Liu Zheng, and tell
him to have breakfast before leaving. I left two thousand yuan, a thousand more than we agreed on. I originally wanted to leave three thousand,
but then I thought it would be difficult to refuse him if he tried to extort more money later.

The loan was basically settled, and I treated everyone to lunch. Just then, Liu Zheng called:

"When you left this morning, that kid wasn't awake, was he?"

"Yeah, what happened?"

"The hotel called and said they left a thousand yuan in the room, along with a note."

"What note?"

"He said he took the thousand yuan as a loan, and he'll pay you back when he has the money. He also said he'll contact you again."

I hesitated for a moment, unsure what to say:

"Okay, that's settled then. I'm really busy right now, I'll talk to you when I get back."

Hanging up, I had a vague feeling that I might have more interaction with this boy.

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