[Beijing Stories] 3-4

Chapter Three

Hao Mei was the typical white-collar professional woman; she worked in sales management at a joint venture company
. I only liked two types of women: schoolgirls and women like Hao Mei. I disliked
singers and models; they were demanding, but their appeal was stale, and their overall demeanor was lacking. As for boys, I
preferred those who played music or painted; most of them were just temporary dabblers, either for money or for
a fleeting thrill. I'd never been involved with schoolgirls. In reality, finding boys was much harder than finding girls
, and high-quality girls were extremely rare. Perhaps that's why I preferred the latter.

What attracted me most about Hao Mei wasn't her pretty and playful appearance, nor her intelligent and sensitive
mind , but her full, plump buttocks. Unlike the flat buttocks of typical Eastern girls
, hers were round, thick, and with delicate skin, even her walk was characterized by a proud, swaying gait. Of course, I wouldn't let her know these things
, otherwise she would think me vulgar. For the past six months, I've been dating her, and every month
I've bought her eight or nine thousand yuan worth of random gifts.

It's not even November yet, and the leaves are almost all fallen. On Sunday morning, I was still sound asleep in bed,
one hand still resting on Hao Mei's white bottom. The phone rang loudly, forcing me to open my eyes and answer
. It was Liu Zheng:

"Are you crazy? Calling me so early," I mumbled.

"Early? Look at the time! Almost noon."

"What is it?" I asked impatiently.

"Lan Yu called me this morning, saying he just finished his midterms. I guess he misses you."
Liu Zheng also a bit blunt.

"..."

"You forgot?"

"I know, you told him to..." I glanced at my watch: "Two o'clock, I'll wait for him at 'Xiang Ge' at two
."

Hanging up, I was instantly wide awake and excited, getting up to put on my pants.

"Whose call was that? Are you going out?" Hao Mei looked at me from the bed.

"Get up quickly, I have something urgent this afternoon, let's go eat first." I said, tossing her
clothes him.

"Are you alright?" Hao Mei asked anxiously.

"It's nothing, just business, but I have to go."

Hao Mei didn't ask any more questions; she knew her limits.

At two o'clock, the lobby of "Xiang Ge" was quiet, with only a few tables of people
chatting. Around 2:20, I saw Lan Yu walk in. He looked a little different than last time.
I gestured to him as he looked around, and he saw me:

"Sorry I'm late." He didn't explain much.

"How did you get here?"

"By public bus." His Mandarin had improved considerably. "

I don't know all of Beijing yet, I got on the wrong bus once." He added.

As I listened to him, I looked him over. I was surprised; in just four or five months, he had grown taller, and
his complexion wasn't as dark and thin as before. Especially his expression; there was no longer that tense and heavy
feeling . Although he still wasn't smiling, there was a hint of a smile on his face. But his eyes hadn't changed: melancholy and unease.

"From now on, just take a taxi. If I have time, I can pick you up."

He didn't speak.

"Do you still like school?"

"It's awful. Everyone used to be the best student, now everyone could be last.
Everyone's secretly competing." He laughed as he said this; it was the first time I'd ever seen him truly laugh—a bright and
sweet laugh.

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Just keep up. How's the cafeteria? Is the food good
?" I have one strength: I can always make others feel my care and sincerity. That's why I have many friends
and confidantes.

"Delicious, all Northern dishes, the steamed buns are huge, but the noodles are bad."

"Ha," I laughed, "Don't even buy the noodles in the cafeteria, they're all soaked in water. I
remember once I bought half a pound of noodles for lunch, and ended up going to the toilet five times. I was hungry again before 2 PM.
But honestly, I've eaten at many universities, and Nanjing University's cafeteria is pretty good, the worst is
Huaqiao University's."

"I work at Huaqiao University," he said with no small amount of pride. Judging from his expression, it seemed like he was telling the truth.

I was a little surprised. Was he really telling the truth? Was he really a university student, and a good
one at that ? I still had my doubts. As we approached my room, I suddenly remembered something and asked,

"Where did you come from? Have you eaten?"

"No," he said somewhat embarrassedly, "I had a tutoring session this morning, and I was afraid of being late, so I came straight here
."

For some reason, he always surprised me a little.

That time, we got really into it. While eating, we kept looking at each other. If he were a girl
, I definitely would have touched him then and there. After a quick meal, we rushed to the room, both of us
barely able to contain ourselves. As I undressed him, I gasped,

"Why did it take you so long to call me? I missed you so much!"

"School just started, I've been so busy with classes. I kept wanting to call you, but I was afraid..." His voice
trembled slightly.

The almost frenzied passion of two men making love is incomparable to that of heterosexuals. His zipper
was stuck, so I yanked it open, and soon he was completely naked before me. His smooth, bronze skin was supple
; he had broad shoulders and narrow hips—a classic inverted triangle physique. We kissed, caressed each other, and performed oral sex
. I tentatively inserted my finger slightly into his anus. His body trembled, but he didn't resist
, continuing to kiss me passionately. When my hand went a little further in, he abruptly pulled away, stopping the kiss. I
glanced at him; that dreamlike melancholy returned to his face. I kissed his face again,
whispering : "I really like you, do whatever you want." 　　This worked; he became even more excited. I ejaculated during his oral sex, then I masturbated him , and he ejaculated quickly too. After we showered, we lay down again. This time he didn't fall asleep quickly , and we started chatting. I told him not to call me General Manager Chen anymore, but to call me Han Dong, meaning "defending Mao Zedong Thought." I briefly told him about myself, and he listened attentively, seemingly happy and relaxed. I felt...

There were some things I needed to make clear to him sooner rather than later:

"It's quite a coincidence that we met, but you're too young, and I feel a little guilty about it. Actually, this kind of thing
isn't a big deal in the West, but here it's considered indecent assault. Anyway, be careful with this kind of thing; it's just
between the two of you, don't tell outsiders. Also, doing this is all voluntary; if you get along, you're together, if
not, then it's over."

He listened very attentively without saying a word.

"Actually, if two people are too familiar, it's a bit embarrassing to do this anymore," I said with a smile, which
was a hint. He seemed like a girl experiencing her first love, and I was afraid he would take it too seriously.

We met up twice more after that, and each time it went very well, but there was no new progress. I really
didn't want force him; it's only fun if both of us feel good. I was patient, and my interest in him only grew stronger. He
never asked me for money, and he never talked about himself, and I didn't ask either. Liu Zheng, however, asked him on my behalf
if he had enough money, and he said he would be fine for the semester; his scholarship plus the money from two tutoring jobs would be enough.

He was indeed "naturally handsome," and having grown taller, his youthful charm was even more pronounced. However, his
clothes diminished his appeal considerably, falling short of even the standards of Beijing boys at that time. I had Xiaomin (my
former lover) buy over a dozen of those clothes designed specifically for young men in Hong Kong; back then,
there weren't any foreign-owned stores in Beijing.

That day, after we finished working, I pointed to a large pile of bags in the closet and told him those were clothes I'd bought for him.
He simply said "Oh," without even a thank you. The next morning, he got up at six, saying he
had class at eight. I offered to take him, but he said no, the bus was quick. I told him to take the clothes with him, and
after a moment's hesitation, he took out a pair of jeans and a jacket, saying he'd leave the rest there. After he left,
I didn't sleep anymore. At the company, I told my secretary and Liu Zheng that if Lan Yu called, they should say I wasn't there
. I was glad I hadn't given him my phone number.

In December, I had to go to the Czech Republic for business. I didn't want to go; I hate
flying , and my friends all said I was "old-fashioned." But I went that time because Beijing was boring, and Hao Mei
completely . Her big butt was like the popsicle I longed for as a child—it became disgusting to look at.
Girls like her, though they didn't argue with me, were even harder to get rid of. After staying in the "Czech Republic" for six days, signing a
contract, and resolving the customs issues with the goods, I didn't come back immediately. I wanted to have some fun there,
but I was worried about cleanliness; I was very particular about that. Later, I decided to test my courage by letting the people who came with me
go back first, while I flew to Hong Kong. I didn't fly back to Beijing until mid-January.

I hadn't forgotten about Lan Yu, but no one mentioned it to me. That year, the Spring Festival came particularly late, and by the end of
January everyone in the company was anxious, thinking about the holiday.

Every day, watching students and migrant workers from other places carrying small bags and large bags towards the station, I thought: Lan Yu
should go home for the New Year too.

Chapter Four

: "I just saw Lan Yu." Liu Zheng said casually after finishing talking about the company.

"Where?" My heart skipped a beat.

"You know Liu Haiguo opened a company on a street in Beicun, right? Where does that kid work?"

"Strange, he's not going home for the Spring Festival? Did he see you?"

"No, he seems to be helping with computer assembly."

"Has he called me recently?"

"Damn, at least twenty times."

"What did he say?" I said, my eyes narrowing into slits with laughter.

"He just said he was looking for you, nothing else." Liu Zheng laughed at my laughter: "Are you teasing
him ? I thought you were really tired of it."

"I'm going to find that kid now and tease him some more." I laughed even harder. I didn't tell Liu Zheng
why I wanted to "tease him," actually, I couldn't even explain it myself.

Liu Haiguo was busy, having somehow gotten hold of a batch of counterfeit computer parts, busily moving boxes
and assembling them . I was too lazy to greet him, and looked around as soon as I entered.

"Sir, want to buy a computer?" a young man greeted me enthusiastically.

"Just browsing, I have something to discuss with your boss later."

The young man, seeing I was someone important, didn't dare talk to me any further.

"You fucking watch where you're moving them? Do you even know how to do a job?" A typical Beijing thug-
looking　　 guy was cursing.

"The boss told me to move them here." It was Lan Yu who spoke; his voice wasn't loud, but his tone was quite harsh
. It was the first time I'd ever seen him argue.

"Just put them there, and move this box over there too," Liu Haiguo ordered.

"Idiot," I heard the thug mutter under his breath.

Lan Yu glanced at him, didn't say anything, and turned to get another box. Suddenly, he saw me,
paused for a few seconds, and then smiled.

"You two, hurry up and unpack the boxes; you can't walk around here." Liu Haiguo impatiently
urged Lan Yu and the other bespectacled boy. He turned around and saw me standing there:

"Hey! Brother Chen, what brings you here? You're a rare guest." Liu Haiguo's face immediately lit up with a smile.

"Want some business?" I joked with Liu Haiguo while
glancing at Lan Yu out of the corner of my eye. He was still busy, but his eyes kept glancing in my direction, an excited
expression .

After chatting with Liu Haiguo for a while, I turned to leave. The guy seemed a little confused, not understanding
why , which I found amusing. As I was leaving, I winked at Lan Yu and pointed to my
dark blue BMW across the street.

About ten minutes later, Lan Yu came running over and quickly jumped into the car.

"I was afraid you'd already left," he said breathlessly.

"I just happened to be passing by today, taking care of some business, now I'm free," I said, even as I spoke ...i=71>Felt hypocritical. Then I asked again, 　　"You work here? Aren't you going home for Chinese New Year?" 　　"This year, another classmate and I aren't going back. His home is in Hainan, and there's not enough , so we're not going." 　　We were both silent for a while. I spoke first, changing the subject: 　　"Did you ask your boss for leave?"

"I asked him for leave, and he said no. I said I had an emergency, and he started yelling at me. I told him I quit my job, and then I
came out ." He said, laughing happily. I laughed too, and he added,

"Beijingers are all so hot-tempered, acting like they're so great, and they especially bully outsiders."

"Are you insulting me? I'm from Beijing!" I laughed even harder.

"I remember you said you came from out of town." He said quite seriously.

I suddenly remembered a saying: "You can't lie in front of children," and I couldn't help but laugh out loud,
unsure if it was appropriate.

Just as the car turned off a street in Beicun, Lan Yu stopped me:

"Could we go to our school? I want to change my clothes; these are dirty work clothes."

It was a polyester cotton-padded jacket, and it was indeed very dirty.

"Only the south gate allows cars in. Do you know how to get there?" he asked.

"Nanjing University and Huazhong University of Science and Technology are neighbors. I've been here for four years; how could I not know?"

Huazhong University of Science and Technology's campus was also large, but it was nowhere near as beautiful as Nanjing University's. The car stopped in front of
Building He was already inside. I was a little confused: he really did study here. He wasn't a liar;
if he didn't want me to know, he wouldn't say it. People like that are so rare these days. Thinking about myself, nine and
a half out of ten things I say are lies. So what? No businessman is without guile!

When he came out again, he was completely different. He was wearing loose jeans with a gray-blue jacket, unbuttoned
, the collar and cuffs turned up in dark brown. It was the same outfit he'd worn last time.
His face was washed, and his eyebrows and forehead hair were still damp. I gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, and suddenly felt a surge between
my legs .

"I can't wear these clothes to school. I'm different from everyone else. Some international students even come to me to speak Japanese
!" he said, a little shy but also a little proud.

We kissed passionately again, masturbated each other, and then ejaculated separately. After we finished,
Lan Yu lay on his side on the bed, watching the two gay pornographic
films The two young men, going at it so enthusiastically, were quite handsome. I handed him a drink. He
looked up at me and asked,

"Are you angry about the clothes?" His tone was apologetic.

"Do you think I'm a primary school student, getting angry over trivial things?" I laughed to cover it up.

"I didn't mean anything by it. I was afraid you'd think I was only with you for money."

"I never thought that way." He was so innocent; I didn't know what to say.

He continued watching TV, still lying on his side. I dimmed the bedside lamp to its lowest setting,
hugged , and lay on my side as well. My hands began to gently caress his shoulders and chest. He
was more muscular and much sexier than before. Then I slowly slid my fingers down to his thick pubic hair. His penis was hard again.
I rubbed for a while, then moved to his testicles, and then to his anus. My fingers stopped there and
began to gently rub, my fingers moistened with some of my saliva, tentatively inserting them. His body
stiffened slightly, but one hand gripped my other tightly. I had inserted my entire finger and was
slowly and out. I leaned close to his ear and asked,

"Does it hurt?"

He shook his head. I couldn't see his face. I rolled over, took out the lubricant I had prepared beforehand, applied
a lot to my penis, and then helped him apply it to his anus. His muscles twitched slightly.

"It's a little cold," I said, still with his back to me.

I gestured for him to lift his upper leg a little. I slowly tried to insert my penis. This
position was difficult, but he had been lying like that, so I didn't want to force him. My "thing" had
only gone in a little when it suddenly veered out. The younger guy on TV was already moaning from being penetrated. Lan Yu
turned his face, tense yet excited. I made him kneel on the edge of the bed with his legs spread apart, his shoulders low. This was
the easiest angle, especially the first time, but it looked a little slutty. My penis began to slowly push
in , his hands gripping the sheets tightly, without making a sound. When I was fully inside, his grip
tightened, and he let out a barely audible groan. It was amazing! This wasn't just a reaction from his sexual organs;
his incredibly painful endurance moved me to the point of madness. I wanted to thrust as slowly as possible to
lessen his pain from his first time. But my mind was already in disarray, and I couldn't help but cry out:

"Ah... I've been thinking about you every day, I've missed you so much, I've missed you so much! It's amazing! It's fucking amazing
..." I didn't care about anything else, thrusting desperately, even with enough lubricant, it was still very tight
. One of my hands unconsciously touched his "thing," and I masturbated him...

"Mmm..." He made that suppressed excited sound again. I suddenly felt my hand was wet and slippery,
his penis was trembling violently, my God! He had ejaculated before me. I also ejaculated profusely
...

We didn't shower after making love that day, leaving it dirty. I didn't fall asleep as usual,
but instead, I held him and caressed him like I would a girl.

"Does it hurt there?" I asked softly.

"A little!" he said, turning his back to me, pretending to go to sleep.

"If you hate this, we won't do it like this anymore."

"Okay, let's go to sleep." He turned off the light.

I was already certain that he didn't hate anal sex, but his male pride was hurt, like a girl
losing her virginity for the first time, or even more painful. I genuinely liked him a little. Anal sex was just a way
of having sex , especially among gay men, did he understand?

This boy was too innocent, too taciturn, too introverted.

With the Spring Festival approaching, the employees' morale was low, and I, the boss, had no interest in working. Lan
Yu was with me almost every day. I didn't always stay in hotels with him; too many regular male companions would arouse suspicion
. I took him to my large two-bedroom apartment in the "temporary village." He liked it very much, saying
it was more comfortable than hotels. I often took him out, but at that time there weren't many fun places in Beijing, just ...i=70>In the hotel's "disco," or karaoke, bowling, sauna, swimming, and so on. A wicked thought lingered in my subconscious: if I let him learn to enjoy these things, to yearn for them, he wouldn't be so "arrogant " anymore. 　　He still tutors two students. He said they are all children of professors at "University of Washington," and it's already arranged.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I can't refuse." I disagreed with him finding other work, and he hesitated before agreeing.
What ? His living expenses for next semester?

Lunar New Year's Eve was just two days away, and firecrackers were popping sporadically outside. He was going to visit a high school
senior that day and came back very late. He said he went to the post office to call his family, but it was crowded, and he waited a long time. I
told him dismissively that he could make long-distance calls from home, the restaurant, or my cell phone.

"I thought you were Sun Wukong, sprang from a stone," I said,
curious .

He smiled helplessly: "My mother died a few years ago. I don't want to go back. That woman,
my father's second wife, doesn't want me to go back either."

"Is your father alright?" I wanted to know more.

"He's fine, his whole family is fine. I have a three-year-old sister..."
That touching melancholy returned to his eyes, deep and profound, as if he were recalling something, but he didn't continue.

On Lunar New Year's Eve, at my insistence, he came to my house. It was very risky, but I
really felt sorry for him. The whole family was quite friendly towards this "my friend's brother." Especially my mother;
she's always been warm and welcoming, a trait I'm inherited from her. My two younger sisters are like my father—hypocritical and cold. Lan Yu
later told me he hadn't expected our high-ranking official's family to be so warm and welcoming. I told him it was because the old man
had lost power and was no longer useful. But he said I should be content.

It was almost midnight, and firecrackers were going off everywhere. I watched my younger sister, Lan Yu, and my older sister's husband setting off firecrackers together,
and thought: If my family knew about my relationship with Lan Yu, they'd kill me.

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