The Sailor's Pure Love Song

Reprinted from: A
Pure Love Song by a Middle-Aged Boatman.
I don't remember the circumstances under which
I discovered a man who attracted me at the village's cold storage facility. I only remember that during that time, I rode my bicycle almost every day, rain or
shine, pretending to be passing by, exercising, or taking a walk, just to see him. Even when I didn't see him,
I felt a little excited when I saw his underwear hanging outside.
I remember very clearly that he always wore those fancy cardboard box thongs with a large triangle at the buttocks
(I wonder if anyone remembers those kinds of thongs).
In those days, those kinds of thongs were considered very sexy. And I noticed that his thongs were either red or black.

Once, I saw one on the shelf of a supermarket in town. I was still quite embarrassed about that style of underwear, and hesitated for a long time before finally gritting my teeth and buying two pairs—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 discover that I wore such underwear.

At the time, I was a teenager in my second or third year of high school, while he was a young man in his early twenties who had just been discharged from the army.

In the countryside, after 10 p.m., there were few people around. The cold storage facility was surrounded by fishponds,
and during the day, apart from the fish coming and going, few people walked around there, let alone at night.
One night, with a gentle breeze, I rode my bicycle and deliberately circled around to the cold storage facility. Not far from the wall and gate, I saw him urinating
by 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 thing I remember. The camera flashed,
and I was incredibly excited.
The bright moonlight illuminated his nearly naked, strong, and well-built physique. That image... I don't know how many times I masturbated that night after I got home; I lost count.

At that time, he was my only sexual fantasy. When I masturbated, all I could think about was him.
I often fantasized about going to the freezer factory on a quiet, moonlit night,
taking off his thong, and putting his penis in my mouth
. I wanted to give him a blowjob and make him ejaculate... But all of that remained just a fantasy.
In those days, in that kind of rural area where everyone knew
who their hen had laid how many eggs and how many chicks they had hatched,
I dared not overstep the bounds.
I never spoke a word to him, not even a greeting. Sometimes... When I went to the cold storage plant, our eyes met, and I quickly looked away. I only learned from the villagers that he was from another county, a recent discharge from the military, working at the cold storage plant. Besides repairing the refrigeration machinery, he also had to oversee the entire plant…
He was the only one living in that huge cold storage plant at night .
The village elders described him as hardworking, diligent, honest, and kind;
beyond that, they knew nothing. After

graduating high school, our family moved to Taipei, and I never saw him again, nor did I hear any news about him . I served in the military during university, and now I work in Taipei. The desire for sexual comfort from him gradually faded with age and the many people I met. But my memories of living in the countryside as a child are vivid, and he is especially memorable, after all, he… He was my only sexual fantasy. Now, more than a decade later, I rarely think of him. Last week, I was in Kaohsiung on business . I had arranged to meet an online friend who lived in Kaohsiung, someone I had never met in person. 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 there was nothing going to happen on a weekday afternoon, and I was just going to hang around and kill time. After a while, with urination as my sole motivation and purpose, I went into the men's restroom. As soon as I entered the restroom, before I even stood still in front of the urinal, I felt a figure following me and slipping in. In broad daylight, and in a well-known company in southern Taiwan, this happened without any surprise or panic. I calmly stood in front of the urinal. He drew his gun, aimed, and fired… The man who followed me in stood casually in front of the urinal next to mine. Although I was looking down, I glanced sideways at him. It was a well-built, handsome man who piqued my interest. I continued to watch. The man stood in front of the urinal, drew his gun, but didn't aim or fire. He just stood there stiffly, one hand on his hip, the other hooking his fingers into the zipper of his pants, exposing his large, round, dark, wrinkled, thick penis, its long, limp shaft drooping lazily to get some air. As I looked at it, I couldn't help but admire it inwardly, thinking, "What a magnificent and imposing penis! Its size when erect must be considerable. It's definitely a large…" The sound of hurried footsteps approached from afar. This unexpected obstacle disrupted our game. While adjusting my clothes, I slightly turned my head to see what kind of man was standing next to me, only able to air out his penis. I ended up with my bare chest touching his. My mind went blank. It was him! He had just retired from the army, probably only in his early twenties. Now he should be under forty. His appearance was almost unchanged from over ten years ago, instead exuding a mature masculine charm. His physique hadn't changed much either; although not as tall as I remembered , he was still strong, upright, robust, well-proportioned, and well-built. I recognized him immediately. Although he didn't immediately remember who I was, he... Looking at me, I knew he was wondering where he'd seen me before. I had that vague sense of familiarity, after all, there's a significant difference in appearance between me over 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 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'd noticed me peeping. He said he'd 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, nothing else," he continued. "Sometimes after urinating, I was bored, so I'd just masturbate there." "Ah~~~~ you should have called me over to help you back then!"

"But were you eighteen back then?"

"I've been eighteen for a long time now~"

He grinned lewdly at me and said, "Then can I ask you for help now?"

"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, eyes closed,
letting me play with his penis with one hand. As I played with it, I chatted with it.
I asked him first
, "When you were working at the cold storage plant, did you notice that I often went to spy on you?"
"Yeah, I know,"

I immediately asked,
"Didn't you ever think about why I would go to spy on you so often?"
"Why did you go to spy on me?" he asked me in return.

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 look of not-so-smug satisfaction, saying, "Now you've not only seen it, but you've also tasted it and used it. Are you satisfied?"
"Ha~~~~ Extremely satisfied! It's more substantial and more powerful than I imagined!"
"Hahaha~~~" He laughed too, 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~" he said, suddenly rolling over and making me lie flat. He then
quickly knelt on either side of my head, sitting on my chest and stroking his semi-erect penis, which I had been playing with.
He looked at me with that lewd, wicked expression and said,
"Let's do it again. I'll remember how you do so you can ask me later and I'll know how to answer you."
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 twinkle, we left the hotel.
Of course, I had called my online friend to cancel our date as soon as we entered.

After having dinner at a famous night market in Kaohsiung,
he suggested we drive around. We chatted happily and warmly all night,
like old friends who hadn't seen each other in years. We talked mostly about current political and economic events in Taiwan. It was as if we had agreed beforehand not to 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 went to a park for work?" "So your company sent you to the park on a business trip?" At this point, we both laughed and then took the National Freeway No. 1 north from the Jiuru Interchange. We chatted easily and happily all the way until we got off the interchange and drove for a while. Then, seeing that there were no shops on either side of the road, 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 mimicked the warning lights on a level crossing, making a "ding ding ding ding..." sound, my eyes opening and closing in rhythm with the sound... teasing him like this. "If you peek again, I'll sell you off!" Seeing that I was completely unfazed by his threats and continued his antics , he could only grunt in exasperation. Just as I was laughing triumphantly at my victory, he moved his right hand from the steering wheel to his crotch, unzipped his pants, pulled out his penis, and pressed my head down between his legs... I heard him say harshly, "If you suck it, you won't be able to peek..." Indeed, he used this move, and I couldn't resist, unable to peek anymore. Where was he taking me? I didn't care what trick he was up to. I obediently turned to the side. I leaned down and took it in my mouth... I felt his car slow down before he let me lift my head to reveal the secret: "Motel X" – a huge sign flashing with colorful neon lights. He laughed, and I laughed too; his was a lewd laugh, and mine was a silly one. He lay quietly on the soft bed in the motel, his hands under his head, eyes closed, letting me give him oral sex. My mouth was sore, and my neck was sore too... I put a condom on his penis, rolled over, and straddled him, squatting down. I reached back with my right hand, grasped his penis, and aimed it at my opening... I slowly lowered myself down... It took a little time and effort . Although he had already attacked me twice that afternoon, I still needed some time to adjust... He remained silent and motionless...I braced my hands on his chest, using my knees as a fulcrum, slowly lifting my hips and then slowly sitting back down , repeating this motion from slow to fast… Suddenly, he opened his eyes, looking at me with a serious expression. A chill ran through me; was he about to launch a fierce and relentless attack on me, just like he had that afternoon? But no, I was wrong. In the instant I froze , he moved the pillow under his head, gripped my waist with both hands, arched his back, sat up, and then 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 also 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, uttering no words, looking at me with an unreadable gaze. My expression at that moment must have been incredibly complex—fear, apprehension, and of course, anticipation… because I couldn't guess what kind of strange and unusual methods he was going to use to fuck me to death this time.

However, my doubts were unnecessary. In this third sexual encounter, unlike the previous two, he didn't ferociously change positions, using his extraordinary skill and stamina to thrust into me relentlessly…
But this time, he didn't .

He propped his elbows on the bed, letting my hands rest on the bed, his palms pressing against mine. Our fingers intertwined,
and 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, and from his hips, his penis piston-like motions were made against me.
This time, he was very gentle; he moved slowly and gently… He slowly lifted and lowered, but just before reaching the bottom, he suddenly and forcefully plunged
in... This rhythmic cycle repeated itself...
This time, he didn't try anything funny ; he
simply behaved himself, moving inside me in the same position, at the same frequency, with the same force
until he climaxed and ejaculated.

This time, unlike the previous two times, he did n't have
a lewd look on his face, spewing dirty words and fiercely ejaculating on my face...
He then forcefully grabbed his own penis, slapping and rubbing it against my face...

This time, when he climaxed and ejaculated, it was when he was fully inside me... At the end, he pressed his entire body against mine,
and I could feel his muscles twitching. His penis trembled inside me
as he ejaculated inside me...
Perhaps he was still captivated by the exquisite sensation of his penis inside me after he finished,
so he left it inside me... and then used his tongue to pry open my lips again, his tongue wandering in my mouth...

He said that 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 must eventually come to an 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 a little longer."
I listened to him and reclined my seat as well. After I lay down,
our conversation seemed to get a bit more emotional.
He talked about his work, his family, his wife and children.

"Do you often travel to Kaohsiung for business?" he asked me.
"Yes, about two or three times every two months. And 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?"
"Let's get a general idea first. I've given you an estimate, then we'll wait for the owner to decide."
"Where do you usually go when you go to Kaohsiung?" he suddenly asked.
"This is my first time there. I do occasionally go to saunas. Do you go often?"
Besides answering him, I also casually 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, questioning tone,
"Oh, really?"
He sighed sadly and said,
"Sigh~ I have a wife and children. My eldest is already in junior high. What about you?"

"Oh, I'm not married yet, and I can't marry a woman." "Why?"
"You even need to ask?"
"Heh~" He glanced at me sideways and chuckled dryly. We both fell silent.

Unable to bear the silence, I took out my wallet and handed him my business card.
He took it and pronounced my name in Mandarin, looking at me as if asking if he pronounced it correctly.
I nodded and told him, "You pronounced it correctly." Then he carefully put my business card into his wallet,
without taking out his own card for me.

He simply took my right hand and pressed it against his abdomen with both of his. He lay down in the driver's seat like that,
while I propped my head up with my left hand, lying on my side, quietly watching him with my eyes closed, humming a few melancholic old Taiwanese songs in a barely audible voice until the highway bus arrived, and I got off .
Only then did he leave
… ………………………………………..I had never thought about his sexual orientation before, but life is so strange. More than ten years later, last week, I actually ran into him again , and even managed to have sex with him three times in fourteen hours. After getting on the highway bus, I didn't feel the joy of fulfilling my youthful fantasies at all. 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 have a barbecue for the Mid-Autumn Festival tomorrow. I suddenly remembered that he was humming those few melancholic old Taiwanese songs repeatedly. One of them was "On the fifteenth of August, the ship is leaving Liuqiu Port, only the smoke from the ship is white and vast..." After coming back tonight, I looked up the song title and found that it was called "The Sailor's Song". " In the 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 about to leave Ryukyu Port. Only white smoke filled the air, no friends came to see me off. My heart was heavy with sorrow, and I saw no lover. I was alone, but I persevered, carrying my pure love dream and loneliness as I set sail. Life is on the sea, the shore is cold, and I struggle for my future. My beloved should understand that I am heartless, how can the storms stop my worries? Layer upon layer of struggle, only the hardworking man will have a good future. If the ship enters the port for two or three days, it will be delayed again and I have to leave. My beloved is not here to see me off, how can I leave? Sailors, do not complain. Relax and wait for the ship to re-enter Ryukyu Port to restrain your beloved. More exciting content is available at yinxiangyinse.eee67."

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