Long Island High School

So the secret secret love turned into an exciting affair.

The two are doing their own thing in the classroom and are not familiar with each other.Every activity class, Song Jing would be reluctantly invited to play.Because he has good skills and doesn't talk much, with He Wenzhou as his partner, others can avoid the embarrassment of communicating with him.Gao Yang even wanted to severely dampen his prestige.It's a pity that He Wenzhou is always there to protect him.

Gao Yang was annoyed: "Where is He Wenzhou from?!"

He Wenzhou threw the ball to Song Jing in a mysterious manner, letting his baby win.

"Of course I'm on our team."

"Hmph, next time Song Jing will be on my team!"

As a result, the next time, He Wenzhou was even more blatant and blatant, blocking Song Jing and just playing with him, making Song Jing's face pale and red, and he jumped up and made a three-pointer.

After exercising like this, He Wenzhou and Song Jing took the ball back to the equipment room respectively.There is no rule as to who must return the ball, but it is always the two of them who return the ball.

Walking into the equipment room, Song Jing was enveloped by a burst of fire.In the midsummer weather, the cicadas outside are chirping knowingly, the noise of the playground, the sound of playing ball, and the sound of running can be heard from afar. The narrow warehouse has thick curtains, blocking most of the sunlight. Fans, no windows, the heat is impenetrable in the dark.The leather smell of various balls, mixed with dust and sweat, rushed into his brain. A drop of sweat fell on He Wenzhou's arm and burned it quickly. The boy's strong arms held him, pressed against the door, or hugged him. On the table, he raised his head, his head was dazed and unconscious, like a fish that could only breathe desperately.And the man stripped him open, buried him on top of him, and kept kissing and sucking him hard.

It hurt him so much.

He was still wearing a vest underneath, never refusing to change, but his face was burning red.He Wenzhou likes that vest very much, carefully like opening a girl's shoulder straps, looking down at him with dark eyes; or touching him, sucking him, and kissing him through the soft fabric.

Song Jing grabbed He Wenzhou's clothes, his nose twitched, and he closed his eyes to pant.His face was covered with a layer of blurred and lustful pink, his body was soft, and his hands were tightly scratching his waist.No matter how excited she was, she just grabbed his clothes tightly and scratched him a few times in vain.

After He Wenzhou finished kissing, the cloth was too wet to see.Song Jing had a pink face and peach cheeks, trembling slightly, looked at him with moist eyes, he was so beautiful.He Wenzhou just wanted to die on him.

"When is the next time?" He Wenzhou asked while stroking him.

Song Jing didn't answer.

After that, Song Jing ran out from inside first, and He Wenzhou shook out after a while.By the time he entered the classroom, the full-faced, disheveled Song Jing was gone, only the most serious Song Jing was left, wearing glasses, dressed rigorously from head to toe, buttoned up to the top .

Song Wenyuan didn't come to class for several days because of illness. He scratched his head and asked Song Jing a question. Song Jing pushed his glasses impatiently and explained to him.

When He Wenzhou came in, the wind blew up the curtains from outside, Song Jing raised his head, and met the smiling face inadvertently.

He Wenzhou's smile was not funny, and he looked at him with unclear meaning.Song Jing's face was embarrassed for a moment, and he continued to speak for Song Wenyuan.

At the end of the day, He Wenzhou could always catch him several times.

He went to the storage room to change clothes, and He Wenzhou followed him in and rushed to the door, hugging him.

The boy wanted to kiss again, Song Jing was half undressed, and became angry with embarrassment: "Get out."

He Wenzhou hugged him and rolled behind the curtain: "I'm getting out."

Song Jing was about to curse, but his mouth was already blocked.Their mouths were blocked, their hands were also inserted into their clothes, and the two of them kissed fearfully in this corner of the world, separated by a door panel.Song Jing hung on him weakly, scratching the curtain behind him, always worried that someone would break in.And He Wenzhou obsessively kissed and kissed him, kissed and kissed him, and held his finger holding the curtain with one hand...

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and the noisy students were about to go into the storage room to get things——

Song Jing slammed the door and hurried out, just bumping into Song Wenyuan.Song Wenyuan saw that the corners of his eyes were red, and his lips were wet and swollen, as if he was angry with someone, so he timidly dared not go forward, thinking that he had offended him.

And Song Jing stretched his clothes, fastened the messy buttons, closed his eyes for a moment, and regained his composure.

When He Wenzhou came out, he looked cold and rigid again.He licked the broken corner of his mouth, and felt that Song Jing's serious appearance was very exciting, and the more serious he was, the more exciting he was, so excited that he wanted to strip him naked in front of the whole class, and let them see his sloppy appearance.

He Wenzhou was not in a hurry to leave, he just waited behind the classroom.There is no self-study after the activity class on Friday, and the weather is hot, so the classroom is empty in an instant.Song Jing was not in a hurry to leave, the two of them stayed in tacit understanding.

Yet he was angry.

He Wenzhou came over and saw that there was really no one else in the classroom. The front and rear doors were closed and the curtains were drawn. He leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

"Baby, don't be angry."

Song Jing's face was unpredictable, and finally said: "Don't call me that!"

He Wenzhou asked, "Why?"

Song Jing didn't say anything, and he didn't know who he called this disgusting name before, anyway, he didn't like it.

He Wenzhou rubbed his neck: "Then what should I call you?"

"Song Jing? It's too formal, it's not interesting at all. Wife... No, no, I'm joking! Baby, honey?"

Seeing that Song Jing was really going to hit him.

He smiled and said, "How old are you?"

Song Jing said a number.

He Wenzhou put his head on his shoulder: "You are one year older than me. I always wanted to have an older brother. Can I call you older brother?"

Song Jing's heart moved, and he nodded reluctantly.

"elder brother."

He Wenzhou put his arms around Song Jing, and he didn't feel embarrassed rubbing on his lover's shoulders and acted like a baby.

He does have a lot of flirts, but unfortunately he has no one, except his uncle, he hasn't acted so presumptuously with anyone for a long time.

Once he called out his brother, he felt that Song Jing was really like his relatives, only his relatives.

He closed his eyes and buried himself in Song Jing's arms.

Song Jing also felt very peaceful with such a heavy head in his arms.He has a younger brother. Although he has a cold relationship with his parents, he is on good terms with his younger brother.

When my younger brother was five or six years old, he also hugged his leg and acted like a baby.

Song Jing hugged him for a while, then suddenly pushed him away.

This is a liar.

He will not be deceived again.

He Wenzhou asked many times, and Song Jing finally agreed to make an appointment with him this weekend.

In the morning, He Wenzhou drove that small car and waited at the entrance of the alley. On the weekend, Song Jing's grandma was going to church. He waited until grandma left before hurriedly changing clothes and coming out.