How to be a patron

With skin-to-skin contact, I couldn't help wanting to be closer to him, but he fell silent for a moment, then returned to his military self, drank up the cold Biluochun in one gulp, and went out with a garbage bag.

At night, he was lying beside me like a steel soldier, making me inexplicably nervous and at ease.

That's all, I'm trying to calm myself down, so I'll just treat it like... I just bought a masturbation cup.

At the end of December, in addition to the unified year-end activities, the branches of "Fu Ying" also have their own store celebrations. I don't have much to do, but I have to take the secretary assistant to some receptions, and I have to listen to the regional manager to report the progress of the activities regularly.

I'm tired, but I can't call it that, but I'm always on the go, and sometimes I don't like people's kindness, so I just stay in a holiday villa for a few days, and there are naturally some other services, but there is someone at home who has spent money. If you don't like it, you don't want to make do with it.

At the beginning, I would send text messages to Gou Meng every day, telling him that I would come back to eat today, or not, but then I got busy, and I didn’t contact him every day.One day he texted me that he had found a new job, and I didn't pay much attention.

I let him stay at home for four or five days without contact, and when we met again, I found that he was a little darker again.

I asked him, "Is there anything to eat at home?"

"Yes, let me cook a new dish for you, what do you want to eat?"

I washed my face to wake myself up. I drank too much alcohol these days, and my stomach feels uncomfortable: "Noodles or porridge, do you have it?"

"I'll finish cooking the noodle for you."

"Row."

He turned and walked to the kitchen. I sat in the living room for a while and then followed into the kitchen.After looking behind him for a while, I suddenly stepped forward and touched his neck.

"Did you get a tattoo?!" There were faint patterns on his neck covered by the collar.

"Oh!" He turned down the fire and turned around, "I forgot to tell you about my new job."

"What is it?" Could it be the underworld...

"I know a guy who is a tattoo artist. I'm going to compete in a few days, so I'll be his tattoo model."

I breathed a sigh of relief, Gou Meng has a good figure, and being a tattoo model is really eye-catching...

"Pick up your tattoo and let me see, don't have any weird patterns."

He concealed it and refused to show it to me: "It's not finished yet, I'll show you when it's finished, I think it's pretty good."

"Tut tsk tsk," I couldn't help but say, "for some money, you sold that piece of skin on your back?"

Hearing what I said, he said seriously: "It's not like that, I like this pattern, it's very important to me."

I snorted twice, and I didn't quite agree with him. I don't have any prejudice against tattoos, but this kind of thing that needs to be followed for a lifetime is too inappropriate for me.

After another two or three days like this, he finally said to me excitedly: "The tattoo is done!"

"Oh? Let's show it off."

Before I could finish speaking, he took off his shirt, exposing his toned upper body, and then turned around.

I looked at the colorful tattoos on his back for a while: "This...what is it?"

"Look carefully." He moved his back closer in a good-tempered manner.

I touched his back lightly: "Does it hurt?"

"Not now, it was a bit... but compared to the injuries I suffered when I was a soldier, it's nothing." He replied seriously.

oh?I am interested in imagining the grievance of him biting his lip with pain.

In all fairness, the tattoo is very beautiful, the pattern is complex and not out of shape, the main picture is a half-orc, the upper body has the physique of a muscular man, but the lower body is like a snake dragon, the coiled and curved tail is tightly wound by several circles of iron chains, dotted with some Unknown characters and plants.The orc holds a gun in both hands, wears a military cap, and has a serious and handsome face, a bit like Gou Meng himself, but not him.

"It's pretty good." I don't know how to appreciate it, so I can only evaluate it like this.

He pulled off his shirt complacently, and leaned against me: "This is not the final repair picture, it will scab over in a few days, and it will be good when the scab falls off."

"Then are you going out these days?"

He nodded: "Yes, the tattoo artist needs me to help him in the shop, receive customers and so on, and after the competition, I will help him solicit business and make a show."

When I thought of Gou Meng wanting to take off his clothes and show off his body and tattoos like a mannequin, I felt quite upset: "Damn, I raised the price for you, and you spend less and less time with me instead."

"Do you need me to accompany you?" He turned an angle just enough to meet my eyes, "Just call me when you need it."

"Needs..." I repeated his words, "Is that what we need each other for?"

He looked at me for a moment, then looked away: "Maybe."

When I get along with him, it is easy to talk and talk without talking.

I walked into the bedroom, lifted my shirt halfway, and touched my stomach. I felt a little abdominal muscle, but it didn't seem to be there.

Gou Meng passed by the bedroom, saw my movement, followed me in, hugged me from behind, pressed my abdomen, and commented: "Hurry up, don't worry."

"I'm not in a hurry!" As soon as he approached me, especially when he was standing, I could immediately feel his innate sense of oppression, I was very uncomfortable, and struggled to get rid of him.

"Don't move." He whispered in my ear, his hands did not leave my belly, stroking slowly and patiently.

The atmosphere immediately changed.

I am half a head shorter than him, and to look at him at this time, I can only turn my head back and look up.

This close distance...is too ambiguous.

Our eyes met for a moment, and we kissed naturally, our lips parted for a while, and we immediately kissed back as if we couldn't get enough of each other.

After three days in Baoyanggoumeng's No.20, we finally went to bed.

His technique is not as unparalleled as he praised, but it is absolutely delicious, especially his chest and abdominal muscles rise and fall with his panting, sweating profusely, I am afraid no one can resist such charm.

He likes to bury his face in my neck, like begging me to hold him tight.

"Xiao Tian." He called my name shortly and anxiously.

I squeezed his arm tightly and responded with a deep kiss.

In the next few days, he went to work on time, and I occasionally went to the company or attended receptions.We would wake up in the early six o'clock every morning and do it once.If I come back in the evening and both of us are interested again, we will do it again.Looking at it this way, it is really as he said, starting work at six to seven o'clock every day, and eight to nine o'clock in the evening.And I found that after exercising, he will be more sensitive and cute.

It's just that he is a different person in bed and off the bed, often switching between evil and righteous without buffering, which makes me a little schizophrenic.At the same time, he became more critical of my exercise training. If the one hundred sit-ups were not done to the standard, he would have to make up another fifty. "Sweetness" is naturally there, but I am often too tired to finish a complete "dessert".

I gritted my teeth, sat up suddenly with a sense of inertia, and was immediately pushed back by Gou Meng.He said: "It's not standard for you to rely on explosive power like this. You need to rely on abdominal strength for sit-ups."

I couldn't say a word, my brain lacked oxygen, and my ears were full of my own heavy breathing.

Seeing that my heart was beating too fast, Gou Meng could only pause and pull me up: "Forget it, let's rest for a while."

I lay in his arms, not only my stomach, but also my brain was burning.

Gou Meng asked me not to sit down in a hurry, but to do a few stretching exercises to relax, and said: "The reason why your previous exercise didn't work is because the exercise intensity was not strong enough and the exercise time was not long enough."

I really hate his cold and direct way of speaking, it always makes me very embarrassed.I snorted, too lazy to refute him.

After a few minutes, he urged me to continue practicing: "We can increase the intensity a little more today."

I let out a sob deep in my throat, my eye sockets were full of sweat, I looked like a poor little worker who was bullied by the overlord: "Brother, you are almost done."

"Hurry up, hurry up," Gou Meng pressed my leg again, and smirked a couple of times, "Training into a good figure makes me feel better."

I lay back on the mat in despair, thinking that there is a fart for you to feel good, I just want to feel good when I touch you!

Gou Meng saw that I hadn't moved for a long time, so he kissed my first knee: "Move, do two more sets, I'll listen to you whatever tricks you want to play tonight."

Driven by great benefits, I sat up unsteadily again.

"Adjust your breathing, contract your abdomen, don't go too fast, come up slowly."

It wasn't until I sat up that I breathed out a foul breath: "I, I want to hear you calling at night, the more waves the better."

Gou Meng laughed, pushed me back, and said, "Okay. How do you call it, like this?"

He squeezed his throat and squeezed out a feminine voice: "Ah, my dear, you're great~ Come again~"

"still……"

He coughed twice, and just when I sat up straight again, he leaned into my ear and said, "Little Tian, ​​I love you so much, fuck me hard."

Ahhhhhhh, I yelled frantically, and my upper body moved like a motor.

I want to keep fit, fuck you!

Although the final result is that I "passed out" as soon as I went to bed because of exhaustion.

The end of the year is approaching in a blink of an eye, and the stores on the street have started to hold activities one after another. The aftertaste of Christmas has not yet passed, and the fiery atmosphere is about to come again.

Gou Meng and I were completely free. He participated in the tattoo competition three days ago and won No.2. I asked him what No.1 was like.After he finished his last bite of food, he told me that the No.1 tattoo model was a woman, with tattoos extending from her calf to her chest, and she went straight to the battle. Everyone was dumbfounded.

"What about you?" I asked him with a smile, "What's your reaction?"

"If you don't see it, don't watch it, haha, I mean, it's quite interesting to follow a group of straight men to poke around."

All in all, Gou Meng is very satisfied with the tattoo on his back. I once asked him who is the person who looks like him but is not him, and he said it is fictional.

The food stock at home has run out again. My refrigerator was used to freeze a box of beverages and beer, but now that the house is on fire, it seems too small.

"How about a bigger refrigerator?" He asked me while defrosting.

"Do you pay for it?" I admit that I'm a bit stingy, but about changing the refrigerator... I kept thinking, if one day he leaves, do I still need a huge, useless decoration?

Today is slightly warmer, we decided to take a walk to the supermarket after dinner.Gou Meng doesn't seem to be too afraid of the cold, and he still wears a long-sleeved pullover in the current weather.I've seen him pack his luggage and never have more than seven changes of clothes in it.I asked him what to do when the season changed, and he said he had his own way.

There are many people on the road, and tomorrow is the New Year's Eve event, and 'Fuying' also specially announced that it will be open all night.

Just as we were about to pass a traffic light, someone behind us yelled uncertainly: "Squad leader?"

There happened to be no one around, so the person must be calling us. Gou Meng and I turned our heads together, and a young man with a crew cut was standing not far away. When he saw Gou Meng's face, his eyes lit up, and he trotted over quickly: "Squad leader!" ! It's really you."

Gou Meng squinted his eyes, trying hard to remember.

"I am... oh, you always call me Xiaobing!"

"Oh!" Gou Meng seemed to remember it, and shook hands with him enthusiastically, but when he withdrew his hand, he unconsciously pulled the neckline on the back of his neck a little, as if he wanted to cover the exposed tattoo.

"Squad leader, why are you here? What have you been doing lately?" Xiao Bing seemed more excited than Gou Meng.

"I... just mess around. What about you?"

"Going home on vacation, I'm the platoon leader now."

Gou Meng patted him on the shoulder: "Not bad, you were only 21 five years ago, and you couldn't cook well when you first joined the army. Now you are a platoon leader."

"Hey." Xiao Bing smiled for a while before he noticed me, "This is?"

"Oh, my relative." Gou Meng said nonsense without changing his expression.

"Oh, hello." Xiao Bing shook my hand politely, then turned to Gou Meng, "Squad leader, come to my house when you are free, and I will take you to a nearby county town to play."

"No, no." Gou Meng quickly refused, and lied casually, "I'm leaving here tomorrow."

"Where?"

"Uh... let's go home." Gou Meng already had a somewhat perfunctory expression on his face, wanting to end this reminiscence as soon as possible.

"So..." Xiao Bing paused, not knowing if he saw it or not.

"See you again when we have a chance." Gou Meng patted Xiao Bing on the shoulder again, taking advantage of the opportunity to end the conversation.

The little soldier had already turned half of his body, and suddenly turned back: "Squad leader, please leave a contact information!"

"Oh, good," Gou Meng agreed very simply, fluently reported a series of numbers, and then said, "I left my mobile phone at home, you call it, and then I will go back and deposit it."

"Okay." Xiaobing only listened to it once and wrote down the number verbatim. He hugged Gou Meng again and left.

I saw the soldier walking away, so I said, "Is the phone number you reported just now a fake?"

"Ah."

"Don't you want to contact your former comrades-in-arms?"

"Well, those who want to keep in touch will naturally keep in touch."

"I think the man's expression was a bit wrong when he saw me just now."

"Ah."

"He knows you are gay?"

Gou Meng sighed: "Maybe."

Walking to the door of the supermarket, Gou Meng suddenly said: "Xiaotian, can you buy me a down jacket, I'm a bit cold."

The author has something to say: a week full of classes is coming.

My so-called full class is from morning to night, from Monday to weekend...

so bitter.