Beijing Stories (Repost)

Chapter 1

Three years have passed... Three years ago, I dreamt every night that he had returned. I
would always ask, surprised and overjoyed, "Weren't you dead? You're not dead?" Three years later, I still
often have the same dream. The difference is that now, in my dreams, I repeatedly tell myself it's
just a dream until I wake up.

The weather in Vancouver is so pleasant; it seems there's never been a
time of flying sand and dust like in Beijing, or of sweltering heat and humidity. There's always bright sunshine accompanied by a cool breeze. Every morning when I wake up, I wonder
, "Where am I?" Looking at the beautiful maple leaves swaying in the wind outside the window, and then at the young woman sleeping soundly beside me
—my new wife—I sigh softly, lie back down, and continue my dream...
In

China, I was considered the son of a high-ranking official, but not the kind of person who was uneducated. After graduating from high school,
I was admitted to the Chinese Literature Department of a prestigious university. By my second year, I had already started a
small . After graduating from university, I used a substantial loan to start my own trading company,
doing whatever made money. Business with Eastern Europe was particularly booming in those years. Five years later, thanks to my father
's connections and my own intelligence, I had a company with assets exceeding 100 million yuan. I was twenty-
seven years old then.

At that time, I never thought about marriage, and I didn't even have a regular sexual partner. I say sexual partner
because it included both girls and boys. I started dating girls in my freshman year of
college. woman very clearly. She was a pretty girl two years older than me, with not
particularly big eyes, but very long, dark eyelashes, a high, straight nose that made me want to bite it, and two shallow dimples when she smiled
. Our first time was in my bedroom at home. We skipped class that day; I first
sent the nanny away under some pretext and brought her to my house. She seemed very excited. We kissed incessantly at first
, then I tentatively slipped my hands inside her clothes. She didn't seem to react at all, continuing
to kiss me passionately. It wasn't until I grasped her breasts with both hands that she slightly frowned,
gently pushing mumbling "no." My heart was pounding wildly; I couldn't control myself. Her
refusal seemed to fuel my efforts, and I mumbled incoherently, "I love you, I'll definitely marry you,"
and other such nonsense. I frantically pulled off her clothes, taking off only my pants, and lifted her legs
, frantically trying to insert my penis. I tried three or four times, but couldn't get it right. Finally, with her help, I
found the entrance, but unfortunately, before I even knew what to do next, I ejaculated. The girl cried
, I don't know if it was from joy or sadness. I guess all girls cry the first time.

It wasn't until a year later, when I was more experienced, that I realized I wasn't her first at all; she
might even be the third or fourth. After that, I kept changing the girls around me.
Finding women wasn't the problem for me; the problem was how to get rid of them. I somewhat disliked these
women . They always clung to me about being faithful to one man or marrying no one but him, which made me
afraid of women for a while. Then, an older guy in my circle introduced me to a boy who
sang , and I started a new kind of fun.

That was the first boy I hooked up with. It's been so long that I can't remember his name at all,
but I can still clearly remember his appearance. He was fair-skinned and fairly handsome. I heard he was over twenty, older than me
, but he looked only eighteen or nineteen. His only flaw was a few pimples on his face. We
first met at his karaoke bar, and I requested his songs twice. He was quite talkative, but also a little shy.
After he finished work, we went to his place together. On the way, he kept chatting with me, and I seemed a little
passive. I could tell he was very attentive and seemed to be testing my reactions.

His place was quite nice, a one-bedroom apartment. There was plenty of furniture, but it was impeccably
clean , instantly reminding me of the filthy eight-person dormitory and my own messy "doghouse."

"My parents prepared this for me, for my wedding," he said with a smile, his eyes
constantly darting over me.

"I'm going to take a shower first. The karaoke room smells too strong with strangers. Do you want to...?"

"Wait a minute!" I said, my voice a little blunt. I was desperately trying to hide my panic.
I hadn't expected this to be even harder than my first time sleeping with a girl.

Not long after, he came out of the bathroom, wearing only underwear. He had a very well-proportioned figure, and I
noticed his hair was dry. In those few seconds, I suddenly felt like he had changed. He
stopped talking and began gently caressing me, slowly taking off my shirt and
kissing me all over, his hands constantly groping my crotch. I didn't dare breathe, but I was definitely starting to get excited.

But for some reason, I remained sitting stiffly. He seemed to notice, stopped, looked up
, and gazed at me with a soft, melancholic look. My God, I had never been stimulated like this before. He
aroused all my desire and emotions: tenderness, affection, and even a desire to conquer and abuse. I
suddenly pushed him onto the bed, groping his body wildly. It was the flesh of a young man, delicate yet
elastic, completely unlike the soft, yielding feeling of a woman. He helped me take off my pants, and when he pulled down my underwear
, my large, engorged, ugly thing seemed to jump out. He laughed,

"So big?" he said, and began to suck on it with his mouth.

I gasped for breath, involuntarily closing my eyes. It was indeed incredibly stimulating. I
had asked girls to do this to me before, but they always seemed reluctant, either stopping after a couple of sucks
or their teeth actually touching my penis. He continued to suck on my penis up and down and side to side, while simultaneously
stroking his own penis.

"I'm going to cum," I couldn't help but shout.

He released his mouth and used his hands to simultaneously stroke both my penis and his own. I couldn't hold back any longer, and
my semen gushed out. I'd never felt so good before—no obligation, just pure enjoyment.

After calming myself down a bit, I saw his penis was still erect, and I felt a little embarrassed, but I really
didn't want to give him oral sex. He didn't seem to mind, patiently placing one of my hands on his penis and slowly
stroking it, while his own hand gently massaged my anus. He started to get excited, his muscles bulging like...
He was trembling up and down, accompanied by moans like a woman. My other hand was also
rubbing . He shook his body violently, moaning and panting, until he ejaculated.

Afterwards, he told me that I was the most handsome boy he had ever been with, and that although his other "friends"
were very skilled, they hadn't had as much fun with me. For some reason, I wasn't happy to hear that. I felt that I had given my
innocence to these "old" women and "old" men. I thought I should make up for what I had lost
, and I should have some fun. With this playful mentality, and relying on my ever-increasing amount of money, I made quite a few
"adult children." Until I met Lan Yu. As

I said before, at twenty-seven, I seemed to have achieved great success and was quite arrogant. Outside of business
, I just hung out with friends or lovers. That morning, the business deal went fairly smoothly. At noon, I was thinking about
what to do that evening when Liu Zheng came in. He was the deputy director of my general manager's office, and we were
childhood .

"Hey, that Russian kid didn't seem too happy when he left today." He asked me with a smile as soon as he came in
.

"He was trying to take advantage of me, whether he wanted to or not is up to him. With his limited skills, humph! Hey
, are you going bowling at 'Royal Capital' tonight?" I asked casually.

"Aren't you inviting Hao Mei? She called me this morning to say hello."

"Forget it, I'm not in the mood. Can you give her a bag or something for me, so she won't
call ."

"Hehe! Getting tired of me again?" Liu Zheng grinned mischievously. "Seriously, I met a guy at 'National Street' the other day
. He's a student who just got into university in Beijing this year. He seems to be desperate.
Interested?"

"Come on, I'm not interested in men or women right now. How come you always manage to hook up with these
shady characters? Are you clean or not? It's disgusting." I said with a laugh.

"He's really pure, definitely not from the industry. He's only sixteen, and he got into university. I guess he's short of money
. He's reluctant to talk about it, but he just needs the money."

"Maybe he's a conman, a migrant worker? There are tons of conmen like that in Beijing these days!"

Liu Zheng didn't argue with me anymore and started talking about how dishonest the newly hired Russian translator wasn't doing his job. Liu Zheng is
two years older than me, but we were in the same grade. We were classmates from elementary to middle school, and in high school we were still in the same school but different
classes. I studied humanities, he studied science. He wasn't as lucky as me when it came to university entrance exams, and only got into a municipal teachers'
college . After graduation, unwilling to be a poor middle school teacher, he came to me for a living. Of course, I wouldn't
mistreat an old friend. Although I never needed a physics talent, I still made him the deputy director of the "general office."
He didn't have any specific work, but he was my eyes and ears, and he also helped me find some "fun" things. What I
liked most about him was that although he was smart, he was also kind. And he wasn't competitive or jealous. Besides,
he's quite upright in that area, but he tolerates my indiscretions.

"Okay, that's settled then. I'll come find you at 'Huangdu' tonight," Liu Zheng said, turning to leave.

"Hmm... if you think that kid's really good, bring him along."

"Okay." Liu Zheng smiled.

"What are you planning to tell him?"

"Just say I'm accompanying a Mr. Chen, I'll hint at it. 1000 yuan."

"So cheap! He'd better be clean!"

"Don't worry, he'll definitely be a vir, I'm afraid he'll even think you're not clean enough."

"Fuck your grandpa," I laughed and cursed.

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