Peacock

One of the benefits of escaping from common sense once in a while is that you never know what will happen the next second, and whether you will run into someone whose thinking patterns are as confusing as yours.

For example, at this moment, the young man stretched out his hand to strangle me, and nailed me to the door frame. I felt that my body should have been smashed onto the horizontal scroll that said "Freedom".

He's got a lot of strength and I'm having a bit of a hard time breathing right now.Before that, I thought that the right time, place and people were just as good. Standing at the door of a nightclub and uttering this sentence didn't really look like a mental illness.

Suddenly, I saw a young man's handsome face suddenly enlarged in front of my eyes.

He kissed me.

Before he could fully recover, his tongue freely pushed open my trembling teeth, and I tasted the faint sweetness on the tip of his wet tongue, which seemed to be the taste of toffee that I hate the most.Staring at his half-drawn long eyelashes, I was suddenly a little dazzled, reached out to hold his arm, and seriously responded to this inexplicable kiss.

The palms on my shoulders are very hot, even in the not cold winter of this small island, it seems very hot.

"So it's sugar..." I subconsciously whispered to myself.

It's a candy stick, not a cigarette.

He panted lightly and glanced down at me, as if he didn't understand what I was talking about.

"Vivian." The young man turned his head slightly from my lips to look at Chen Wumian, "You see it now?"

"See what?"

This sentence was not asked by Chen Wumian, but by me.

No one paid attention to me, only heard Chen Wumian's angry voice: "It's so fucking disgusting."

I turned my head from his arms, but suddenly saw the angry Chen Wumian taking off his shoes, and immediately two red high-heeled shoes studded with cheap rhinestones came towards us.I don't know where I got the courage, but I bravely stood in front of the young man. I think Dong Cunrui should have the same mood as me back then.

Two dull pains hit my vertebra one after another, and I let out a low cry from the pain.

"Take your shit stick and get away with me!" Chen Wumian hurriedly left the corner of the street barefoot after leaving such a sentence.

I held the young man's arm with both hands, looked at the corner of the street blankly, and looked at him again, but he just stared down at me, and I became the taffy salty juice flowing out of his light brown eyes melting, like a queen My back doesn't hurt anymore.

"Xiao... What does Sister Xiaowei mean by the shit stick?" I asked, "Is it me, or is it you..."

He blinked slightly, but didn't speak.I already understood, probably sister Chen is homophobic.

He picked up the earphones that I dropped in a hurry, and then he turned and left without looking at me again.

I was a little stunned, I didn't expect that the time I would be used as a tool person would be pitifully small.

Only then did Zhang Yong stagger out from behind: "less than..."

He still had the word Yu stuck in my throat, so I waved my hand anxiously, "Go back yourself."

Sometimes I think human beings are the biggest concentration camp of whores, always like to over-glamorize their own nasty behavior.We praise curiosity, but despise voyeurism, aimless speculation, and the stubbornness of breaking through the south wall. As a new and good young man full of curiosity, I think I should be more or less voyeuristic.

Well, I'm a bitch.

After crossing four or five street corners, I kept walking seven or eight meters behind the young man. I wondered if it was because his legs were too long, and I was really tired following him all the way.I just feel that the road in front of me is shaking constantly, and the street lights on both sides are also stretched out for a long time, which is a bit like a time-lapse photography mode.

The nights in Baima are very quiet, even drunks rarely appear, only the sound of the sea breeze.

And the sound of rain.

This road is becoming more and more familiar, even if I haven't been in Baima for too long, I can still recognize the surrounding area outside the blue lotus: he actually lives in the Sanlin community next to Sanlin Middle School.

I think the handsome guy must be an idiot beauty with an empty head and doesn't like to read books, otherwise we should have met long ago.

He suddenly didn't go any further.

A heart was lifted to the throat, and I panicked and leaned on the edge of the orange slide.

He stopped at the door of the unit building, and he didn't turn around. He just took out a pack of cigarettes from his jeans pocket, and lit one with some irritability: "Get lost."

I squinted my eyes subconsciously in fear, but I still walked out from behind the slide in three steps at a time: "Let's go along the way."

"...how did you find me?"

He didn't answer, I think he must be speechless.

I opened my mouth and said, "My brother likes Chen Wumian and asked me to find out about you."

He only slightly raised his eyelids and glanced at me, "You're drunk."

I wanted to refute "I didn't", but when he said that, I seemed to realize what was wrong, and my face was surprisingly hot when I touched it.No wonder I'm so brave today, maybe give me a samurai sword now and I can perform seppuku in front of handsome guys.

The pouring rain must have knocked out my hair and I must look stupid now.I suddenly felt a little remorseful, stretched out my wet sleeve and wiped my wet face.

I saw his figure disappear at the entrance of the building, completely missing from my field of vision with the orange sparkle on his lips.My heart was suddenly filled with grievances, but I didn't expect that before the grievances began to condense enough to make me cry, he turned back again.

He grabbed me by the collar, and I was taken back to the second floor of the house by him just like that.

He threw me a clean towel: "Leave when the rain stops."

As if remembering something, he opened the French window of the balcony, and walked in with a suitcase.

He opened the box door, and then I saw a snow-white strip wrapped around his slender fingers docilely, and slowly moved upwards, wrapping around his arm.

I think my face must be ugly now.

"Afraid of snakes?" He suddenly looked at me.

I shook my head, I just thought it looked like a large intestine.

As if he could hear me slandering something, the little white snake turned its head and stuck out its tongue warningly.

After tearing off a few pieces of toilet paper, he carefully wiped the rain off the little snake's body.

"Is the snake afraid of the rain?"

He didn't look at me, but just pressed the little snake's round chin with his index finger: "I'm not afraid. But Lu Snake looks very...fragile in the rain."

It's so hard to suppress my big intestine jealousy.

"Lu people look more vulnerable after being exposed to the rain." I said, "Brother, I am so cold. It still changes temperature, but I maintain a constant temperature."

He went to brush his teeth.

The torrential rain and the faucet washed fiercely together.Trying to hide my restlessness, I started looking around.His house was a mess, with one room and one living room, two old easels leaning against the yellowed wall, few appliances, not even a TV.

It's really lonely at home without a TV to play background music, luckily he has me tonight, I think.

Ben Bosch's painting album was randomly placed on the sofa, and the page I turned to was a paradise on earth.

On the cover there is a golden marker written: To Tang Ling.

Tangling...?Not Tang Lin.Now it seems that my Chinese is not good, and the real thing is obviously more beautiful than imagined.

In fact, I can't see clearly. Every word in front of me is spinning like a twisted bug. I feel that I stood up. I walked to the toilet. I bumped into two chairs on the way. I simply bid farewell to him, but in fact I staggered up to the wash table, held his face and bit him viciously.

He looked down at me a little startled.

I kissed him hard again, and the mint-flavored toothpaste foam was kissed from the corner of my lips to the tip of my eyes.

"Didn't Chen Wumian say that you have a lot of bed partners?" I parroted, but I didn't have Chen Wumian's momentum at all, "It's not too much to have one more father."

He didn't speak, and I was a little scared: "You can't be a straight iron man, can you?"

As if amused by my absurdity, Tangling just said, "Are you an adult?"

"It's done! Of course it's done! Damn it!" I said, "Nineteen next month..."

I stared at him while wandering. There was a mole on the bridge of his nose and one on his eyebrow. I don’t know if it’s the moisture in my eyes or his eyes are so moist. I always want to cry for him inexplicably. .

Tang Ling didn't seem to resist my kiss anymore, and let me hug her neck tightly.

The faucet behind the vertebrae was still running water, I just felt hot, everywhere was hot, the mouth pressed to the corner of his lips was hot, the palms covering his shoulder blades were hot, and the legs clamping his waist were also hot.

"You hit me." He said lightly.

Immediately, my blood surged, my hands trembled, and I flinched.

No wonder Lao Xu said that I was still in adolescence, I think so, my heart seems to be restless at any moment.In my world, many things have been turned into annoying foxtails by pheromones.What is certain is that even if Tangling completely ignores me tonight, I can masturbate many times when I get home, even if I only think about his angry, unexpectedly gentle, and manic expressions, each of which has only slightly changed expressions.

Tang Ling stretched out her thumb and caressed the surface of my tongue, but it was not too erotic, as if it was just a kind of comfort.I will feel in a trance that I am the little snake between his fingers.

I wrapped my soft tongue around his hand, and kissed his earlobe one wet kiss after another, stickily saying "touch me" and other nonsense.

Maybe he's just being nice, maybe he's just feeling lonely tonight, maybe he's just me thinking I'm sick of wanting to end it early.

Maybe he's the Christmas beauty I only wait for once in my life.

When he reached into my boxers with his big cold hands, I let out a low cry of surprise.There is my saliva on his hand, and now I don't know what kind of water is stuck on it. As he strokes up and down, I can only hear the sound of lustful water.

My cock was up against his palm, hot as a stick of fire.

I had never taken off my pants in front of others, and I was too ashamed to look at them, but Tang Ling forced me to look down, and he stretched out his hand to press my neck, making me almost cry.

"I'm not that small." I don't know what I'm talking about, "It's yours, your hands are too big..."

"I didn't say anything." Tang Ling explained.

Feeling aggrieved, I straightened up and licked his eyelids, begging, "I don't want...I don't want to face each other."

So Tang Ling hugged me with her back on her back, but I was entangled with even greater shame.In the mirror was my flushed self, with my pants pulled down between my crotches, and I saw Tang Ling holding my dripping penis, as if urinating on a disobedient baby.He repeatedly rubbed the tip of my column with his calloused fingertips, and the stimulation was swaying in my skull like a huge wave. He held my waist tightly, with more strength than when he strangled my neck, even though I screamed and stomped wildly.

He leaned over slightly, as if he was angry, and whispered in my ear, "Shut up."

I really shut up obediently.

The whimpering sounded fermented in my throat, I've never been so happy, I think it's not just because of Tang Ling's face, maybe he's really good at making love.

"Tang Ling Tang Ling." I shouted indiscriminately.

Calling his body once would cause a power call, and then I blindly called his name over and over again.

I felt his body stiffen slightly.

He took my hand and seemed to want me to come next, but I pretended not to understand, just pulled up the thin sweater, opened my mouth and bit the hem, slipped my hand on it and pinched my two nipples.

Looking at him in the mirror, I vaguely said: "...don't talk. I will be obedient in the future."

We all don't know where the end of the "future" I mentioned is, but Tang Ling seems to be softening... I will take him as softening.He scratched the small opening, and in an instant, a thin liquid flowed out. I straightened up anxiously, and after tasting the sweetness, I went in and out of his hand as if I knew the taste.

I ejaculated in his hand, and he packed the cum into his palm, and he continued to fuck me for a long time with the unprecedented wetness, until I screamed that I was about to pee.

Although I didn't wake up, I could still feel the embarrassment of biting people. I wanted to be an ostrich at first, and even thought about turning my eyes and pretending to die suddenly. Later, I felt that being irresponsible is not something a man should do, so I knelt on the table She licked the salty semen off her hands for him.

He said I look like a puppy, I think a puppy should be a puppy, it's better than a big stupid ostrich who always likes to escape when troubles arise.

In the end, I kissed the corner of his lips with a mouth full of semen, and said sorry in a little confusion, and I don't know if he heard it or not.

Obviously he has a face that has nothing to do with the word "intimacy", but when I saw him for the first time, I expected to be intimate with him in the end.

The single room next to the one he lives in is a private hair salon studio. The sound insulation in the old community is not good. I heard them seem to be playing Cantonese songs in the dim.

Later Tangling told me that the song was called Yanxia.