[one]
"Ding dong."
Zhuang Yi turned on the phone, and there was an unread message from Little Ear: "I'm lost brother."
When the phone was dialed, Xun Yuming was wandering around the two intersecting streets near the school. He had a bad sense of direction and was not very familiar with the layout around the school. He often got lost. Zhuang Yi usually forbade him to run around by himself.
Today, the department organizes people to do volunteer work. In order to make his resume look better, Xun Yuming often volunteers for such things. Zhuang Yi usually accompanied him, but the team happened to have training in the afternoon to discuss the battle plan for the next game, and the coach forbade everyone to ask for leave.
Zhuang Yi hurried back to the gymnasium, took off his baggy football jersey, changed into black casual clothes, and immediately went to pick up his car at the school gate. While Skypeing with Xun Yuming, he found out the location of Xun Yuming, and the car crossed Palm Avenue and arrived at the destination soon.
Xun Yuming was afraid of the cold when he went out in the morning, so he specially put on a thin gray knitted cardigan over his clothes. When the sun came out at noon, his whole body was like a baked vanilla ice cream, sweating non-stop.
When Zhuang Yi saw him, he was frowning and hiding under the shade of a tree wiping his sweat. His fair face was blushing slightly under the strong light, and he looked dizzy and almost dizzy from the sun.
"Why didn't you take off your coat?" Zhuang Yi stopped the car, walked around the front of the car in two steps, and opened the door for him.
Xun Yuming got into the driver's seat with his head drooping, and explained wearily: "If you don't wear a coat, your arms will get sunburned."
He has fair skin, but he is more like a mixed race than Zhuang Yi. He will not get tanned but will get sunburned, so sun protection is especially important.
The current weather is hot when standing in the sun, and cold when standing in the shade. Zhuang Yi was afraid that he would catch a cold alternately, so he only turned on the first gear fan, started the car, and returned the same way: "Your physical fitness, you should Going to school in a place as cold as Minnesota, why come to sunny California?"
"Isn't Stanford in California? What can I do?" Xun Yuming spread out on the seat, the quality of the shirt he was wearing was not good, it was soft and thin, and the neckline hung down, revealing two slender collarbones, making him look human Getting more wilted.
Zhuang Yi smiled, "This is the arrangement of fate."
"Nicky." Xun Yuming curled his lips, turned his head, and couldn't help but also smiled.
When the two returned home, Zhuang Yi took the lead to take a shower. When he came out, Xun Yuming had also just finished taking a shower. He was wrapped in a large T-shirt, and his long white legs swayed as he walked, making people dizzy dizzy.
Zhuang Yi remembered the first time he stayed in the dormitory for the first time, and when he woke up in the morning, he also dressed like this, but at that time, the little guy had turned into a tall man of 1.8 meters in front of him. When it is ripe, it is like a berry on the branch, full of juice, ready to be picked.
When Xun Yuming went to the terrace to dry clothes, Zhuang Yi had been tossing back and forth countless times in his heart. When he came back with a basin in his hand, he gently swung his right hand around his waist from behind, "Who is allowed to wear my clothes?" of?"
"Didn't you give it to me?" Xun Yuming's hair was not completely dry, water dripped into the collar along the tip of the hair, leaving a piece of wet water mark, under the sunlight, it reflected crystal luster, making the skin look more and more beautiful Delicate like cheese.
Zhuang Yi rolled his Adam's apple, blocked the man in the narrow aisle, and lowered his head to peck the corner of his mouth, "Then I didn't tell you not to wear pants. Tell me, was it on purpose?"
"Isn't it too late to wear it?" Xun Yuming smiled and pushed him away, and went to the bathroom to put the basin.
Zhuang Yi followed him like a small tail, blocked the door of the bedroom, hooked his waist, held his neck, and kissed him carelessly. Xun Yuming's neck was itchy, and he "giggled" to avoid it with a smile, but he grabbed his wrist and put it on top of his head, sealing his mouth.
"Well... no, I just turned eighteen."
"Eighteen is enough."
*
Xun Yuming suddenly opened his eyes and woke up again, the surroundings were as dark as ink. He stretched out his hand, fumbled twice on the bedside table, took out his mobile phone and checked, it was already two o'clock in the middle of the night.
Zhuang Yi felt shallow, and woke up when he noticed the movement. He turned over and hugged him, and asked hoarsely, "Can't you sleep?"
"I had a dream." Xun Yuming stared blankly at the ceiling, swallowed his throat, and turned to look at him: "Are you sleepy?"
"It's okay." Up to now, Zhuang Yi didn't feel very sleepy. He could sleep or not, "Are you hungry? Can I warm you a cup of milk?"
"No need." Xun Yuming buried his neck and rubbed twice, leaned his neck up and kissed his chin: "Don't sleep, okay?"
"What's the matter?" His reaction was unexpected, Zhuang Yi closed his eyes, and his voice was stained with a smile: "What's the trouble if you don't sleep."
Xun Yuming pressed against his chest, Zhuang Yi's strong heartbeat "tom" and "tom", like an invisible hand, made his heart sore and swollen. Desire sticks out a horn, facing his shame, making people have nowhere to escape.
His right hand slowly slid down along Zhuang Yi's abdominal muscles, covering the triangular area, with a puffy bag in his hand, which felt extremely full, "Brother... I want it." There was a bit of nasal in the clear voice, There is a kind of laziness that just woke up.
Zhuang Yi smiled lowly on top of his head, "What did you dream about? Huh?"
"It was the first time I dreamed that you lied to me here." Xun Yuming's slippery body writhed like a snake, his eyes were filled with desire, and his face showed a suppressed and unbearable emotion. A pair of soft and boneless hands rubbed back and forth on his half-erect penis, teasing Zhuang Yi's breath in disorder, and he gradually came to feel it.
"I have this kind of dream in the middle of the night, and I wake up tormenting me." Zhuang Yi raised his hand to pat his buttocks, and there was a "pop" sound in the quiet bedroom, which was extremely abrupt, and there was no room for him to hide his shame.
Xun Yuming blushed, he turned over, lifted his waist, and pulled off his pajama pants, "Brother, check."
He said what he said the first time, even the action steps were exactly the same, Xun Yuming bit his lip cooperatively, and turned his head away from him, "Check...check what?"
"See if you can do this." Zhuang Yi held his two slender ankles with his left hand, lifted his legs up, and opened his buttocks with his right hand, looking for the little red heart in the gap. "Some people are born with a prostate gland. The position is at the back, and there is no pleasure in doing it. You are a person who wants to study medicine, and you should know that sex life is very important. If you can’t do it, it will be difficult for two people to live a life of Plato.”
"Really...really?" Xun Yuming suppressed a smile, slandering himself for being too stupid to believe such nonsense, "Then what if I... what should we do?"
"Oh." Zhuang Yi sighed with the corners of his mouth curled up, acting decently, "I can't help it, I have to fight for you for the rest of my life, or..."
"I don't want to be separated from you!" Xun Yuming hastily interrupted.
Zhuang Yi felt that the light was too dark to see clearly, so he turned on the wall lamp by the bedside, and when he came back, he left a series of small kisses on his cheeks: "My brother doesn't want to be separated from you either."
Xun Yuming's lower body is naked, his legs are staggered back and forth, the two pubic grooves form a triangular arrow, and a pink mushroom head can be vaguely seen. However, his upper body was still wearing bear pajamas, the hem was rolled up, and the waist was folded in front of his eyes, shining white.
Zhuang Yi lightly stroked his buttocks, which felt soft and smooth, making people reluctant to let go. He rubbed his thumbs in circles, and leaned down to kiss the tip of his nose: "Even if you are not suitable, we still want to be together. OK?"
Xun Yuming nodded vigorously: "Yeah!"
"Then you have to work hard, you must feel it carefully, don't make a mistake, okay?" Zhuang Yi coaxed, and pressed two pumps of lubricating oil, massaging and expanding his slightly twitching flesh folds, watching under the dim light, There seemed to be a peach heart that had been pitted, with a bright red seam.
Xun Yuming acted and acted, and he took it seriously. The eighteen-year-old self unconsciously possessed himself, and his heartbeat accelerated with his words, as if he was afraid that he would not be suitable, that he would not feel it, and ruin his future happy life.
Zhuang Yi massaged a small hole, patted his trembling buttocks, poked in with his middle finger, and the soft meat immediately twisted up in all directions, still as tight as before.
"Brother..." Xun Yuming pretended not to adapt, and let out a muffled "hum", as if overlapping with his youthful self back then.
Zhuang Yi gently kissed the top of his hair, "Good ears, my brother loves you." With his fingertips facing upwards, he pressed forward along the soft intestinal wall. His body is like a car that has been driven well. Zhuang Yi knows every bit of driving feedback in his chest. Once he presses the accelerator, he knows exactly how far he can go.
Half a finger away from the acupuncture point, there is a slightly protruding small bulge, just at the inflection point of the tunnel. Xun Yuming concentrated on feeling it, not daring to miss a single bit of it, when he touched it, he immediately shouted: "Well... I have a feeling brother, I have a feeling!"
"Really?" Zhuang Yi smirked and spread his fingers aside, and pressed on the side, "Is there any more?"
"Huh? It doesn't seem to be..." Xun Yuming frowned suspiciously, deeply distressed, "What should I do? It's gone again, only...a little bit."
"Is the tool wrong?" Zhuang Yi omitted the plot of the expansion of the other two fingers, holding his hand and rubbing it for himself.
Xun Yuming tore off his panties, and the hot penis popped out, hitting the back of his hand. Zhuang Yi smiled, and pulled him up, "Good baby, give it to brother to bite."
Xun Yuming didn't expect him to change the script suddenly, "chuck" and laughed, "It wasn't like that back then."
"Don't laugh." Zhuang Yi grabbed his genitals and fiddled with him punitively, Xun Yuming immediately surrendered: "Well... I know I was wrong."
He picked up the big dick, spat out a bit of the bright red letter, and brushed lightly over the small hole on the glans head. Zhuang Yi was so excited that he almost disarmed, "Hiss—little rascal."
Xun Yuming buried in his belly and laughed, and he patted the back of his head before opening his soft mouth to swallow it.
The pure and flawless face with small ears is lying on his bursting desire, and he is still swallowing his genitals in his mouth, making a "sizzling" sound as he sucks, but his eyes are like an ignorant angel, the visual stimulation is far greater than the pleasure brought by oral sex .
Zhuang Yi raised his head and sighed, the ultimate joy in the world is nothing more than this. He enjoyed it for a while, pulled out his genitals, and sat in front of Xun Yuming face to face, "Sit down, Mingming."
Xun Yuming nodded obediently, put his hands on his shoulders, even his joints were pink. He sat down cautiously, the fully expanded hole was soft and moist, holding his slightly ferocious glans in his mouth, and he went in inch by inch, "Well... I feel it, brother."
"Really?" Zhuang Yi jerked twice, his big hands gently kneading his waist and hips.
Xun Yuming's buttocks were numb and numb, he tried his best to bend his waist, pouted his buttocks for him to fuck, then took the initiative to lift up his pajamas, and brought the two pink nipples to his lips to play with. Zhuang Yi smiled gratifiedly, took two of them in his mouth, and licked them as a reward.
"Aha... Brother."
Zhuang Yi grabbed Xun Yuming's buttocks with both hands, and pushed upwards vigorously. The movements were deliberately slow, and each stroke scraped on the small drum. Xun Yuming's back acupoint shrinks and shrinks, swallowing his genitals, the pleasure surges and surges, stronger than ever, "Ah brother... that's right, it's right here, so comfortable."
"Wrong baby." How could he say it was very comfortable the first time, and he was obviously trembling with fright, fearing that he would not feel pleasure, and also afraid that this unknown feeling would be too violent, and he would be overwhelmed by it in the next second, I am more worried that what I feel now is not real sexual pleasure.
"But...it's really comfortable." It was really hard for Xun Yuming to relive the complicated mood at that time, not to mention their current posture is not right. The feeling of being satisfied by him was so comfortable that he couldn't bear to stop, so he could only put his arms around his neck and beg: "I won't act anymore, hurry up."
Zhuang Yi just stopped, pinched his two nipples, and played with them into a delicate red color little by little. Those two little guys were extremely sensitive, and they grew bigger and harder in the cool air.
The skin on his chest was as delicate as plump, and Zhuang Yi became addicted to it as soon as he touched it.
Xun Yuming hugged his head, held it to his mouth and kissed delicately, the love flowed between each other, as if they fit not only the body, but also the soul that had been lonely for a long time.
Zhuang Yi's heart was also swollen with fullness, he bent down and picked him up, turned him around, and embed him in his arms tightly. Although Xun Yuming was in a half-kneeling position, his knees had almost no weight bearing, all due to the force on the outside of Zhuang Yi's thighs that were stuck on the inner thighs, his hands were not up, and he could only support the head of the bed.
"This is not possible." This posture is too difficult and too laborious.
Zhuang Yi bent his neck to kiss himself, comforting vaguely: "This is heavy, don't you want to be more comfortable?"
"It's already very comfortable." Xun Yuming leaned against the wall, ready to face a more violent impact, and his body trembled slightly because of this thought.
Zhuang Yi's hot palms pressed against his two buttocks, and he pushed them slightly to the sides, separated the buttocks with a "pop", and inserted them into the back hole again.
His desire to control rapidly expands with the gradually warming blood, and with years of exercise, his muscles are developed. At this moment, he has completely lost his temper when he is hugging someone. He shrinks his hips and punches in. Each hit hits the sensitive point, stimulating Dexun Yuming was speechless, tears streaming down his face.
The room was surrounded by the sound of splashing water, the pubic bone and the pouch slapped the buttocks frantically, leaving a patch of pink, and Xun Yuming's thighs quickly convulsed. Shouted loudly: "Ahhhhhhh it's so comfortable, don't stop...please, brother don't stop."
While doing him, Zhuang Yi took away his two hands that were supporting the wall, let his arms hold him back, and at the same time kissed his already red and swollen lips insatiably.
Xun Yuming was forced to kneel up straight, his buttocks trembled with his impact, his huge body was stuffed in his ass, his penis was twitching, and his two nipples were still pinched by his fingertips Kneading in circles, the climax hangs in the air, it seems to be coming soon, but every time it misses.
Zhuang Yi was terribly broken on the bed, rubbing his perineum back and forth with the palm of his hand, but he refused to show mercy, stroking his raised little baby.
"Ah--" Xun Yuming held his breath so hard that his brain twitched from lack of oxygen, he couldn't help letting go of his breath, and gasped again, "Brother, brother! Brother! Brother!"
"Please... just take a break, just take a break." After several repetitions, he cried out in embarrassment.
Zhuang Yi touched his ears, kissed his temples, the movements of the upper body were extremely gentle, while the movements of the lower body were cruel and ruthless. He whispered "hissing" against Xun Yuming's red ears, his scalp tingling with excitement, and he couldn't stop at all, so he could only coax him constantly: "Good ears, baby Mingming, bear with it, you'll be fine soon. "
Xun Yuming was really aggrieved, crying and unable to cry, panting and panting unevenly, his nerves were tense at the point before the climax, and if he lost his mind for a moment, all previous efforts would be wasted.
Zhuang Yi couldn't bear being yelled at by him, so he simply picked him up, raised his buttocks, stepped up his speed, and pumped violently, as if driving at double speed, ruthless and fast.
"Uh huh—brother!" Xun Yuming struggled to escape, but Zhuang Yi grabbed him back and continued to hug him. After a while, his sphincter contracted suddenly, and a violent numbness spread from his back acupuncture point. His muscles couldn't control the spasm, and he ejaculated, clusters of semen sprayed on his chest. down.
Not long after, Zhuang Yi also arrived, he pulled out the condom and flicked it twice, "Uh... Mingming." A thick white sprayed all over Xun Yuming's twitching buttocks.
The emptiness after ejaculation comes quickly, the orgasm overdraws the energy, and after the ejaculation subsides, only fatigue remains. Xun Yuming was lying on the bed, his physical tears kept flowing out, but he didn't even bother to wipe them off.
Zhuang Yi took out two pieces of paper, wiped his semen for him, and rubbed his red skin from time to time with his fingertips. Xun Yuming turned over in his arms, hung around his neck, and said in a low voice, "Thank you brother."
"You're welcome." Zhuang Yi kissed the corner of his mouth, patted his vest lightly, his voice was so gentle as if unreal, "Sleep, brother hugs you."
Sure enough, Xun Yuming fell asleep with peace of mind, his calm face was calm, and the years flowed extremely slowly between his breaths.