A Pure Love Song by a Boatman

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Reprinted from: Beloved Middle-Aged
Author: Unknown
A Boatman's Pure Love Song
I don't remember the circumstances, but
I discovered a man who attracted me at the village's cold storage factory.
I only remember that during that time, I rode my bicycle almost every day, rain
or shine, pretending to be passing by for exercise or a walk
, or circling around the factory just to see him. Even when I didn't see him,
seeing his underwear hanging outside made me feel excited.
I remember very clearly that he always wore those expensive cardboard box thongs with a large triangle at the buttocks
. I wonder if anyone remembers those thongs (
back then, thongs were considered very sexy ).
And I noticed his thongs were either red or black.
Once, I saw those kinds of underwear on a shelf in a supermarket in town.
I was still very embarrassed and hesitated for a long time before finally gritting my teeth and buying two—one black and one red.
After wearing them, I always washed them myself and secretly hung them to dry in my room, afraid that others would find out I was wearing those kinds of underwear.
At the time, I was a teenager in my second or third year of high school, and he was a young man in his early twenties who had just been discharged from the army.
In the countryside, after ten o'clock at night... The cold storage facility was surrounded by fishponds, and few people
frequented it during the day, except for the coming and going of fish, let alone at night.
One night, with a gentle breeze, I deliberately rode my bicycle around to the cold storage facility.
Not far from the gate, I saw him urinating
against the wall next to the weighbridge, wearing only a thong
. Although I didn't see him completely naked or his penis, it was the most erotic scene I can remember.
I was incredibly excited.
The bright moonlight illuminated his nearly naked, muscular, and well-built body.
That image made me ejaculate several times after I got home that night. I've lost count.
Back then, he was my only sexual fantasy. When I masturbated, he was all I could think about.
I often fantasized about going to the freezer factory on a quiet, moonlit night to find him,
then taking off his thong and putting his penis in my mouth to give him a blowjob,
making him ejaculate... But it was all just a fantasy.
In those days, in that kind of rural area where everyone knew
who'd laid which eggs and hatched which chicks,
I dared not overstep any boundaries.
I never spoke a word to him, not even a greeting.
Sometimes when I went to the freezer... Whenever his eyes met, the workers at the cold storage would quickly look away.
They only knew from the villagers that he was from another county, recently discharged
from the military, and worked at the cold storage plant, repairing the refrigeration machinery and overseeing the entire facility…
He was the only one who stayed at that vast cold storage plant at night .
The village elders described him as hardworking, diligent, honest, and kind.
Beyond that, they knew nothing about him.
After graduating from high school, our family moved to Taipei,
and we never saw him again, nor did we hear any news about him.
From university to military service, and now working in Taipei, we've all 　　been there
. The desire for sexual comfort from him…
As I grew older and met more people, those memories gradually faded.
But my childhood memories of living in the countryside are vivid
, especially of him.
After all, he was my only sexual fantasy during my naive youth.
Now, more than a decade later, I rarely think of him.
Last week, more than a decade later, I went to Kaohsiung on business.
I had arranged to meet an online friend who lived in Kaohsiung, someone I had never met before.
However, I finished my work early that day, and there was still a long time before the agreed meeting time.
So, after lunch, feeling extremely bored, I went to my company in Kaohsiung.
I knew that on a weekday afternoon, there was no chance of meeting him. I was just wandering around to kill time.
After a while, my sole motivation and purpose was to urinate, so
I went into the men's restroom. Before I even reached the urinal, I felt a figure follow me in. In
broad daylight, and in a well-known company in southern Taiwan, I wasn't surprised or panicked at all.
Calmly, I stood in front of the urinal, pulled out my gun, aimed, and fired…
The person who followed me in also stood casually in front of the urinal next to mine.
Although I kept my head down, I glanced sideways.
It was a well-built, handsome
man I continued to peer sideways.
The man stopped in front of the urinal, pulled out a gun, but neither aimed nor fired.
He just stood there stiffly, one hand on his hip, the other hooking his fingers around the zipper of his pants,
exposing his large, round, dark, wrinkled glans. His thick, limp penis
drooped lazily,
getting some air.
As I looked at it, I couldn't help but admire it in my heart, thinking, "What a magnificent and imposing penis!
Its size when erect must be considerable—definitely a powerful, thick penis with a large mushroom head."
A series of hurried footsteps... The sound grew louder as it approached.
This unexpected turn of events disrupted our game.
While straightening my clothes, I slightly turned my head
, wanting to see what kind of man was this next to me, who was only sticking his penis out to air it. And I ended up
with our bodies touching.
My mind went blank.
It was him!
Back then, he had just been discharged from the army, probably only in his early twenties; now he should be under forty.
His appearance hadn't changed much over ten years;
in fact, he possessed a more mature, masculine charm.
His physique hadn't changed much either, although he wasn't as tall as I remembered.
He was still strong, tall, muscular, and well-proportioned.
I recognized him immediately, and although he didn't immediately remember who I was
, the way he looked at me told me he was wondering
where he had seen me before, that feeling of familiarity. After all,
there was a significant difference in appearance between me more than ten years ago and now.
After leaving the public restroom, I went over to greet him. At first, he seemed a little awkward,
but after I introduced myself, he remembered me, the big boy who used to secretly watch him.
We both laughed.
I told him about seeing him urinating by the wall wearing only a thong and
asked if he remembered if he had noticed me peeping.
He said he had forgotten, then continued,
"Back then, I was too lazy to walk to the back restroom at night, so I just peed there.
How would I know which time you saw me?
Sometimes I didn't even wear underwear, hahaha!" "
Wow, what a pity I only saw that one time, not the others."
He continued, "Sometimes after urinating, I was bored and would just masturbate there."
"Ah..." " You should have called me over to help you back then."
"But were you eighteen then?"
"I've been eighteen for a long time now."
He looked at me with a lewd grin and said, "So now I can ask you for help, right?"
"Of course," I said decisively.
So we went to a nearby hotel.
After our first round of passion in the hotel room, we lay naked together.
I lay on my side to his right, and he lay flat on his back with his hands under his head and his eyes closed,
letting me play with his penis with one hand. I chatted with it as I played with it.
I asked him first
, "When you were working at the cold storage plant, did you notice that I often spied on you?"
"Yeah, I know,"
I immediately asked,
"Didn't you ever think about why I often spied on you?"
"Why did you spied on me?" he asked me back.
I immediately shook his limp penis in my hand and said,
"Because I wanted to see your thing."
"Just wanted to see it?"
"Of course I still want to play around and taste it," I replied playfully.
He turned his head and gave me a smug look, saying,
"Now you've not only seen it, but you've also tasted it and used it. Are you satisfied?"
"Haha..." "Extremely satisfied! It's more substantial and more powerful than I imagined!"
He laughed, a proud and smug laugh
. "So, did my performance just now satisfy you?" I asked him.
"Oh, I forgot."
"You forgot about something that just happened?"
"I have amnesia." At this point, he suddenly rolled over and made me lie flat. He
quickly knelt on either side of my head, sitting on my chest,
and began to stroke his semi-erect penis, which I had been playing with.
Looking at me with that lewd and wicked expression, he said,
"Let's do it again. I'll remember how you perform, so you'll know how to answer me when you ask."
He leaned forward slightly, and before I could answer, he had already shoved his penis into my mouth,
beginning our second round of fierce battle…
We spent the entire afternoon in that hotel room. As the city
lights began to come on… We left the hotel.
Of course, I had called my online friend to cancel our date as soon as we entered the hotel.
After having dinner at a famous night market in Kaohsiung,
he suggested we drive around. We 　　chatted happily and warmly
all evening, like old friends who hadn't seen each other in years . 　　But we mostly talked about current political and economic events in Taiwan . 　　As if we had agreed beforehand, we didn't pry into each other's personal lives 　　or touch on any sexual topics… 　　While we were talking, his phone rang. After he hung up, 　　I asked him, "Was that your wife calling?" 　　"Hmm." 　　"Then you should hurry back. I'll find a ride back to Taipei myself once we get to the city." 　　"Oh." You live in Taipei? You're going back to Taipei tonight?" He asked me, puzzled. 　　"Yeah, I'm in Kaohsiung on a business trip. I have to work tomorrow." 　　"I'm also going back to central Taiwan. Do you want me to take your car to central Taiwan and then transfer to a highway bus back to Taipei?" 　　"Don't you live in Kaohsiung?" 　　"I live by the Dajia River. I'm just in Kaohsiung for work. 　　" "Oh, 　　you're looking for work in a park?" "So your company sent you to the park on a business trip?" 　　At this point, we both laughed. 　　Then we took the National Freeway No. 1 north from the Jiuru Interchange. 　　Along the way, we chatted easily and happily, 　　heading north and south. After we got off the interchange and drove for a while, 　　I saw that there were no shops on either side of the road, so I asked in confusion, "Where are you going to take me?" 　　"Close your eyes and don't look outside. You'll know in about five minutes." 　　Hearing him mysteriously tell me to close my eyes, 　　I imitated the warning lights on a level crossing and made the sounds out. Ding ding ding ding…The sound of 　　my eyes opening and closing in rhythm with the sound... I was teasing him like this. 　　"If you peek again, I'll sell you!" 　　Seeing that I was completely unfazed by his threats 　　and continued to joke around, I could only grunt twice in exasperation. 　　Just as I was laughing wildly at my victory...

He moved his right hand from the steering wheel to his crotch, unzipped his pants, and
pulled out his penis. He then pressed my head down between his legs… I heard him say harshly,
“I’ll make sure you suck it so you can’t peek…”
Indeed, he used this tactic, and I couldn’t resist. I couldn’t peek anymore. Where was he taking me
? I didn’t care what trick he was playing.
I obediently turned to my side and took his penis into my mouth…
Feeling his car slow down, he finally let me lift my head to reveal the secret:
“Motel XXX”. A large sign flashed in colorful neon lights before my eyes.
He laughed, and I laughed too. His laugh was lewd, while mine was a silly grin.
He lay quietly on the soft bed in the motel, his hands under his head and his eyes closed,
letting me give him oral sex. My mouth was sore, and my neck was sore… I put a condom on his penis,
rolled over so I was facing him, and squatted astride his body . I reached
back with my right hand, grasped his penis, and aimed it at my opening…
and slowly lowered myself down…it took a while, and I used some force.
Although he had already attacked me twice that afternoon, I still needed some time to adjust…
He remained silent and motionless…
I supported myself on his chest with my hands, using my knees as a fulcrum, slowly lifting my hips and then slowly sitting down again.
I repeated this, from slow to fast…
Suddenly, he opened his eyes and looked at me seriously.
A chill ran through me. Was he about to launch a fierce and relentless attack on me, just like that afternoon?
But he didn't; I was wrong.” In that instant I froze
, he moved the pillow from under his head, gripped my waist, arched his back, and sat up.
Then, he rolled me 180 degrees so I was lying on my back.
He used two pillows to elevate my hips, raising my hands high against the bed.
He reached out and pressed his palm against mine, our fingers intertwined.
His entire upper body pressed against me, our noses almost touching.
He remained expressionless, silent, looking at me with an unreadable gaze.
My expression at that moment must have been complex—fear, apprehension, and of course, anticipation…
because I couldn't guess what strange tricks he was going to use to fuck me to death this time.
However, my doubts were unnecessary. In this third round of sex,
unlike the previous two, he didn't ferociously change positions,
using his extraordinary skill and stamina to thrust into me wildly…
But this time, he didn't
. He propped himself up on the bed with his elbows, raising my hands high against the bed.
He pressed his palm against mine, our fingers intertwined.
Then he lowered his head to kiss me, his tongue parting my lips and wandering inside my mouth…
He used his waist to drive his hips, which in turn propelled his penis in a piston-like motion.
This time, he was gentle; he lifted and lowered slowly, but just before reaching the bottom, he thrust in with a sudden, powerful thud
… repeating this rhythmically…
This time, he didn't use any tricks; he
simply remained still, moving inside me with the same posture, the same frequency, and the same force
until he climaxed and ejaculated .
This time, unlike the previous two times, he didn't have
a lewd look on his face or spew dirty words. He fiercely ejaculated on my face, covering my mouth and face...
Then he forcefully grabbed his own penis and slapped and rubbed it against my face...
This time, when he climaxed and ejaculated, he pressed his entire body against mine as he was fully inside me,
making me feel his muscles twitching and his penis trembling inside me
. He ejaculated all of it inside me...
Perhaps he was still captivated by the wonderful sensation of his penis inside me after he finished,
so he left his penis inside me after he ejaculated...
and then used his tongue... His head parted my lips, his tongue wandering inside my mouth…
He said the second round in Kaohsiung that afternoon was called “burning dry,”
but this round in the motel in central Taiwan was called “making love.”
Games always have to end.
He dropped me off at the interchange. While I waited for the highway bus,
he reclined his seat and said,
“Lie down too and talk to me some more.”
I listened and reclined as well. After I lay down,
our conversation seemed to become a little more emotional.
He talked about his work, his family, his wife and children
. “Do you need to travel to Kaohsiung often for work?” He asked me,
"Hmm, you come two or three times in about two months. What about you?" I asked him in return,
"It's just that a friend introduced me to this job, and the client happens to be in Kaohsiung."
"Oh, did you close the deal for today's project?"
"I got a general idea and gave them an estimate, then I'm waiting for the client's decision." "Where do you usually go
when you're in Kaohsiung?" He changed the subject and asked me.
"This is my first time going to that place. I do go to saunas occasionally. Do you go often?"
Besides answering him, I also asked him in return,
"No, it's been five or six years since I've been to Kaohsiung. The last time I hung out with boys was also five or six years ago."
I said in a playful and teasing tone:
"Oh, really?"
He sighed sadly,
"Sigh. I have a wife and children. My eldest son is already in middle school. What about you?"
"Oh, I'm not married yet, and I can't marry a woman."
"Why?"
"Why do you even need to ask?"
"Heh." He turned his head to look at me, gave a dry laugh, and then
we both fell silent.
Unable to bear the silence any longer, I took out my wallet and handed him my business card.
He took it and, looking at me in Mandarin, pronounced my two-character name, as if asking if he pronounced it correctly.
He looked at me, nodded, and told me, "You pronounced it correctly." Then, he carefully put my business card into his wallet,
without taking out his own card to give me.
He simply took my right hand and pressed it against his abdomen with both of his.
He lay there in the driver's seat,
while I, propping my head up with my left hand, lay on my side, quietly watching him
with my eyes closed, humming a few melancholic old Taiwanese songs repeatedly in a voice almost inaudible to me. 　　He
didn't leave until the highway bus arrived and I got off
… 　　… 　　I had never thought about his sexual orientation before, but life is so strange. 　　More than ten years later, last week, I unexpectedly ran into him again 　　, and even managed to have sex with him three times in fourteen hours. 　　After getting on the highway bus, 　　the joy of fulfilling my youthful fantasies was nowhere to be found. 　　Instead, a strange sense of loss and an inexplicable melancholy suddenly welled up in my heart. 　　Before leaving work today, some friends invited me to a barbecue for the Mid-Autumn Festival tomorrow. 　　I suddenly remembered that he was repeatedly humming those melancholic old Taiwanese songs, one of which was 　　"On the fifteenth of August, the ship will leave Ryukyu Harbor, only the smoke from the ship is white and vast…". 　　After coming home tonight, I looked up the song title: "The Sailor's Pure Love Song". 　　In this vast sea of people, when will I have the chance to hear his deep, resonant voice sing "The Sailor's Pure Love Song" again? On 　　the fifteenth of August, the ship was to leave Ryukyu Harbor. 　　Only white smoke drifted from the ship; no friends came to see me off. 　　My heart was heavy with sorrow; I saw no one, only my beloved. 　　With a resolute heart, I endured my pure dreams, setting sail with loneliness. 　　Life was like sailing on the sea; the shore was splashed with cold seawater. 　　I struggled for my future; my beloved should understand me. 　　How could the merciless storms stop my worries, layer upon layer? Only through hard work and 　　struggle can a man have a bright future. 　　If the ship enters the harbor for two or three days, it will soon have to leave again. 　　My beloved is not here to see me off; how can I set sail? 　　Those on the ship, do not complain; relax your hearts. 　　Wait until the ship re-enters Ryukyu Harbor, and keep your beloved by your side.

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