Day 06 18:00pm
He Zhiyuan got off work in the middle of the night, did 12 sets of bench presses in the company gym as usual, drove home with the smell of sweat, took a simple hot shower, then grabbed the towel, wiped his hair, and went to the kitchen. wine.
It was cold and he wanted something hot, so he took out the soup pot and cinnamon, cut a few slices of fresh orange, and started to cook the orange wine.
There was no one else in the house. He was not wearing a nightgown, only a pair of dark gray underwear. He was naked, exposing the strong muscles in his arms and chest and abdomen. Two long legs stand straight, showing smooth and sexy lines.
During the five-year window period, He Zhiyuan has maintained the habit of regular exercise. Exercise is great for your health, but it also has its downsides—it boosts hormones that keep your sex drive high. He Zhiyuan is busy with work and has no time to fall in love. He has a physique with unlimited energy, but there is no bed partner who fits the body to share the joy.
The busy day passed, and at night, he would always feel lonely.
Inner self-discipline, body hunger - this is the true portrayal of He Zhiyuan at present. He was like a cannonball locked in a safe, obviously hot oil was poured on the lead, but it only made a muffled sound.
He doesn't know when he can fall in love again, and he doesn't know if he will get married in this life.
Not getting married means that there will never be such a warm person waiting for him to come home in the evening, preparing him for bathing and changing clothes, and giving him silent hugs and comforts. There would be no such person who walked out of the room after coaxing Boo to sleep, and was pressed against the wall for a deep kiss. The kiss was so passionate that neither of them could control each other, and they both rolled onto the bed to meet naked. Skin to skin, musculoskeletal against musculoskeletal, reaching orgasm together in a frantic rhythm.
He has things that most people don't have, such as a career of self-fulfillment, respectable social status, and growing wealth. But what most people have, he doesn't have.
such as family.
The red wine in the pot started to bubble and the aroma was overflowing. He Zhiyuan poured out a small half cup and went back to the living room to sit down on the sofa. The erotic reaction between the crotch has not disappeared, and the panties are bulging and bulging into a big bag. He looked there and took a sip of wine helplessly.
family
When he was young, he was fearless and traveled all over the world with a person, a car, and a single shoulder bag, but now... he has reached the age of longing for stability.
The red wine slowly bottomed out, the laptop on the coffee table suddenly sounded a prompt tone, and a message popped up in the upper right corner of the screen: Safe home! (two ha)
When He Zhiyuan saw those words, the corners of his lips raised, and his low mood was swept away.
Immediately after the first message was swiped, a second message popped up on the screen: Boo Boo just took a shower and is now asleep with his new toy, Dad He, please rest assured! [Message picture.jpg]
He Zhiyuan moved the mouse and clicked on the picture.
In the picture, Boobu is sleeping on Songran's bed with a rabbit doll in his arms. The little face sank into the pillow, the mouth was slightly opened, and the rabbit ears were half bitten. His cheeks were rosy, and his black hair was sticking to his cheeks, and he looked immature and peaceful.
He Zhiyuan smiled, took out his mobile phone, and called Song Ran.
It was just six o'clock in the evening in China. Song Ran was stewing soup in the kitchen with an apple in his mouth. Seeing He Zhiyuan's call came in, he hurriedly spat out the apple and pressed the answer button.
He has always had a small obsession with "He Zhiyuan took the initiative to call him", probably because he was hung up three times before, and his mentality was unbalanced. He always felt that Mr. He should take the initiative to call him three times. to really cancel.
This time for the first time.
Song Ran ticked the small ledger in his fantasy, turned the flame to the darkest, ran to the living room, jumped on the sofa and sat cross-legged, and began to report today's interesting events to He Zhiyuan.
After chatting enthusiastically for a few minutes, I received a new email on the computer. It was a compressed package of Happy Valley photos from Lin Hui. Song Ran didn't look at it, asked He Zhiyuan's email address, and forwarded it directly, intending to chat with him and watch it, pick a few of Bobu's cutest photos to make an album, and put it at home as a decoration in the future.
The decompression progress bar was quickly pushed to the end, Song Ran happily opened the folder, scanned the thumbnails, and was suddenly stunned, her expression suddenly becoming extremely embarrassing.
"Mr. He, I... I seem to have sent it wrong. Don't click on that email, delete it, and I'll send you the correct one later!"
Holding the mouse, he was so flustered that he didn't know where to click.
It's a pity that the internet speed at home is too fast, he didn't finish a sentence, on the other side He Zhiyuan's screen had already started to refresh the thumbnails row by row.
Seeing those photos, He Zhiyuan immediately understood why Songran was nervous.
Of the hundreds of photos, there are only a dozen or so of Boob's protagonist, and the remaining 90% are all Song Ran - Song Ran shot by Lin Hui with a lens full of love.
In the first photo, the handsome big boy looked into the distance with a smile on his lips. His eyelashes are slender and curved upward in a curved arc, his eyes are gentle, the dazzling sunlight falls into his pupils, and there is a soft halo around the edges of his skin.
He Zhiyuan knew that the place Song Ran's line of sight went must be his Boob.
The photo switches to the next one, Song Ran is half-kneeling on the ground, cloth wrapped in a large bath towel standing in front of him, his clothes and trousers are soaked, and there are still a few dull hairs that have been wet with water on his head . Songran's expression was worried and helpless, while Bubu grabbed his hair and giggled at him.
A naughty child, after being pampered for a few days, is so arrogant that it will cause trouble for others.
He Zhiyuan laughed and cut another one. The moment the picture jumped into his eyes, his eyes froze suddenly, and a strong feeling of dryness suddenly rose in his lower abdomen.
The content of the photo is very simple, only Song Ran's profile - he is eating an ice cream cone.
The camera is zoomed in very close, the broken almonds and white cream are dipped a little on the lips, the tip of the bright red tongue sticks out and touches the edge of the vanilla ball, and a layer of cream that has not fallen will melt and cover the tongue. .
It's obviously just a simple action, but it has an indescribable sultry energy.
He Zhiyuan was teased even harder.
When he realized this embarrassing situation, he looked down at his underwear, which had been pushed out by his genitals, and was really stunned for a while.
"Mr. He, he... Mr. He?" Song Ran's voice came from the phone, "Don't you have opened it?"
"Well, it's open."
He Zhiyuan still stared at his underwear with deep eyes.
Song Ran covered her face and collapsed: "Don't!"
Lin Hui, look at what you're doing
It’s fine if you like me, and I don’t say anything about taking pictures of me secretly, but shouldn’t they all be hidden? Why did you send them to me? I don't have to say hello in advance. Now I'm shaking my hand and handing it over to Mr. He. Where should I put my old face
Through his fingers, Song Ran saw his beaming smile, and was so ashamed that he just wanted to hang up.
On the other side, in the dark and dull living room, He Zhiyuan leaned on the sofa alone, raised his head, and adjusted the rhythm of his breathing again and again - his lust was aroused by Songran's photos, and his voice became more turbulent because of Songran's voice. . This was unexpected and should never have happened.
Songran is a man, a big boy from the neighbor who is not too familiar with him.
This big boy is really cute and kind, with a warm and straightforward personality, and he suits him in every way. Across the phone, they got along very happily, but he shouldn't have any bad thoughts because of it.
Because all indications are that Song Ran should be a straight man.
The next second, my fingertip swiped across the touchpad inadvertently, the email page swiped down a large section, and a paragraph of text hidden behind dozens of lines of space jumped out.
To handsome, cute and lovely Songran:
Although the confession was rejected, I still love you. Attached is the photos I took for you today, in various styles, various poses, and various expressions. As long as Po reaches the circle of friends, straight men will also be bent!
I wish my dear ketchup to find a big french fries soon!
FromLin Hui
Straight man, bent, ketchup, big fries.
The four keywords jumped into view together, and He Zhiyuan was almost shocked. He subconsciously pressed his nose bone, rubbed his eye sockets, and read it back and forth three times, word by word, before he could figure out the central idea of Lin Hui's words.
Songran likes men.
His heart skipped a beat, as if something blocked was removed with a shovel, and his thoughts became extremely transparent.
Song Ran didn't know the existence of the text of the email. Seeing that He Zhiyuan didn't reply for a long time, he thought he was really angry, so he quickly said: "Actually, there are quite a few photos of Boob in it. A lot, I... I'll send it to you now, right?"
However, He Zhiyuan answered the question: "That little girl confessed to you again today?"
Song Ran was stunned: "Yes, yes."
How did you know
"Are you promised?"
Song Ran shook his head: "I didn't agree."
He Zhiyuan paused and asked again, "She does seem to like you, why didn't she think about it?"
Song Ran didn't understand why the topic turned to Lin Hui, rubbed her hands nervously, and explained, "She's pretty cute, there's nothing wrong with her, I didn't agree to date her, mainly because... er, because... I, I am…”
He hesitated, and "I" didn't hold back for a long time.
He Zhiyuan asked this series of words, originally out of selfishness to lure Songran out of the closet, but when he saw Songran struggling, he couldn't bear it anymore. How much pressure to come out of the closet, and how much psychological preparation he needs to do in advance, he can fully imagine that in just a few seconds, Song Ran is pushed into the dilemma of "either lie or come out", he thinks it is too cruel.
"Song Ran, I'm sorry, this is your personal business, and I shouldn't cross the line without authorization." He Zhiyuan said, "You don't need to answer, let's change the subject and talk about the amusement park."
Song Ran said softly, "No, Mr. He, about this... I should have confessed to you earlier."
His body froze for a while, his fingers gripped the pillow, almost poking through the linen, and his eyes closed in horror. After deliberating for a long time, he bite the bullet and grit his teeth and said, "I don't accept Lin Hui's confession because I don't have feelings for girls..."
He Zhiyuan's heart tightened when he heard it: "Song Ran, is that what I understand? You like... "
"I like gays. Mr. He, I'm gay."
After saying this, Song Ran fell back into the sofa like a broken rubber band, and covered his eyes with the back of his hands in despair.
Again.
Again, there was nothing to say.
Only two days after his relationship with Mr. He recovered, he lost control again and took the initiative to reveal the deepest secret. The first dispute was a trivial matter, nothing more than an emotional issue, and Mr. He had leniently tolerated him. But this time, Mr. He is not necessarily broad-minded enough to accept that he is gay.
Why not tell the truth
There are so many reasons for rejecting girls, not enough eyesight, different personalities, and different ideas, any one of them is justified, and even a sweet mouth and a spicy mouth can be used as a shield. Just looking for a reason to prevaricate, isn't it obviously very simple
Song Ran was holding the pillow in her arms, her fingertips were trembling, her heart was flustered, and she didn't dare to listen to He Zhiyuan's reply on the phone. After a while, he forced himself to face the facts, put the receiver back to his ear, and barely caught a few words.
But it doesn't hurt.
He Zhiyuan said in a gentle tone: "Song Ran, I know that the proportion of homosexuals in the crowd is about 7%, but around me, this proportion seems to be strangely high. When I was studying in school, my roommate, teaching assistant, and tutor He is gay. Later he started his business. The initial team consisted of five people, three of whom were gay. Now that he has moved back to China, he met a small neighbor who also happens to be gay. Do you think we have a good relationship?"
The words were quiet and peaceful, without a trace of unpleasantness.
Song Ran could hear that Mr. He was trying to comfort him. He was so moved that he wanted to cry, his throat was wet, and he didn't dare to answer a long sentence, so he whispered, "Yeah."
He Zhiyuan smiled: "Why, it sounds like I'm about to cry... Afraid that I will resent you because of this?"
"Well, I'm a little scared."
He Zhiyuan then smiled again: "It seems that I need to introduce a person to you, this person is Carl Kraus, who is my friend in Berkeley for nine years. He is the same sex as you, and he participates in San Francisco every summer. The Rainbow Parade. During my freshman year and sophomore year, he was single, so he took me to play his "same-sex partner". Taking this as an opportunity, I participated in dozens of LGBT activities in those two years, worked as a volunteer, and I have preached. I didn’t know much about this group before, but later, I made more friends with diverse orientations, and I gradually realized that everyone’s nature and choices are worthy of respect, and I don’t know much about any sexual orientation. Prejudice."
"Rainbow Parade... I've heard of this." Song Ran said, "Every one of them is brave, encourages each other, admits their sexuality generously, and is not afraid of other people's eyes."
He Zhiyuan smiled and said, "Song Ran, you are also very brave."
"No, no, I'm not brave at all." Song Ran shook his head again and again, "Actually, I regretted it as soon as I finished speaking, and felt that I shouldn't tell the truth at all, I should make up some other reason to deceive you, I... I'm special. A cowardly man."
He Zhiyuan shook his head and said lightly: "It is more important to protect yourself than to be brave. This is prudence, not cowardice. The weight of the burden on everyone's shoulders is different. Some people dare to come out because the environment they are in is tolerant enough. If you risk getting hurt by coming out, you don't have to force yourself to do that, especially with someone other than your loved ones. Safety comes first at all times, remember?"
"Well, um." Song Ran pursed her lips, couldn't help rubbing her face against the phone, and whispered softly, "Mr. He, you are so kind."
This unwitting coquettish utterance directly caused He Zhiyuan to shudder, his ears tingling, and his body's reaction became more intense. He reached out and pressed his eyebrows, the expression on his face was a little helpless at first, and then he simply smiled.
Song Ran's inadvertent flirt, he really has no resistance at all.
Song Ran, who had successfully resisted, was not very comfortable at this time.
He lay barefoot on the sofa, his skin was slightly cold, and there was a bit of unbearable emptiness. He hugged the pillow tightly but was not satisfied.
Mr. He's comforting words were like a warm and trustworthy doll bear, letting him sink into it relaxedly, using it as a reliable harbor and enjoying the feeling of being contained and protected.
It would be nice if Mr. He wasn't on the other end of the phone.
If Mr. He is in front of him, he must loosen the pillow and ask for a comforting hug. The skin is close to each other, and his heart is full.