Ye Feng is obsessed with his aggressive eyes, supporting the wall with one hand and holding Wu Zhiyong's head. He starts to shake his waist, and the genitals move in and out of Wu Zhiyong’s mouth quickly. Wu Zhiyong tries his best to satisfy him, swallows the genitals with his mouth wide, and licks the bell with his tongue. The slimy mouth was always worn over the glans.

 

    The glans is the most sensitive part of all men's sex organs. It hurts when it is slightly touched by the teeth, but it is more of a sharp pleasure. Ye Feng's moaning, the sex organs are inserted into the man's mouth one after another, and sometimes follow the man's tongue.

 

    "So comfortable..." Ye Feng was so comfortable that his hands against the wall clenched into fists, and his other hand tightened Wu Zhiyong's hair.

 

    Wu Zhiyong patted Ye Feng’s perky cheeks.

 

　　    The taste of Ye Feng's ass in his mouth gradually became strong, and his hot sex organ was about to explode and continued to swell. This change let him know that Ye Feng was about to shoot, so he cooperated with it.

 

    Ye Feng was doing the final sprint, and he didn't know if he screamed: "Ah...so comfortable...suck me...suck me hard!" 

The fast sprint even made his balls slapped on Wu Zhiyong's chin. When the pubic hair touched his face, Ye Feng couldn't describe how he felt at this time, only knowing that Wu Zhiyong's mouth was so hot and hot that it would melt him.

 

    Wu Zhiyong didn't realize that he was in too much pain. Perhaps it was because he loved Ye Feng that he didn't feel the pain, or perhaps because his firm but elastic buttocks distracted his attention, or he might look up and see Ye Feng's flushed face and half-opened mouth screaming for him. Don't feel pain.

 

    That's great, he will be cool when Ye Feng is finished! It seems that Ye Feng doesn't need to get out of bed tomorrow!

 

    Patting Ye Feng's ass, Wu Zhiyong thought of Ye Feng’s pleasurable face.

 

    "Ah----" The fishy semen rushed out of the bell, Ye Feng's handsome face was full of comfort that rushed to orgasm. No matter how he restrained the emptiness in the back, the small holes between his hips were still hungry and thirsty, dripping wet. Drop the wet water droplets.

 

    "Swallow it."

 

    Ye Feng panted and ordered, and the weak sex organ was still inserted in Wu Zhiyong's mouth, preventing the semen from flowing out.

 

    Most of the semen has long been shot into Wu Zhiyong’s throat. Fortunately, he is prepared, otherwise he will definitely choke. Not only does Ye Feng’s rare aggressiveness, he is not disgusted at this time, but instead feels that it is a way to express feelings. The rest is a little bit. He swallowed all the semen, and sucked the semen from Ye Fengling's tip, which made Ye Feng tremble when he had just orgasm.

 

    As soon as the genitals pulled out Wu Zhiyong's mouth, Ye Feng slid down and sat softly on Wu Zhiyong's thigh. Wu Zhiyong immediately hugged him into his arms and kissed him on his lips.

 

    The faint bitterness and fishy smell of semen made Ye Feng close his eyes, and the meat stick close to his lower body was hot like hot iron, indicating its existence.

 

    Ye Feng lifted up, hugged Wu Zhiyong with both hands, kneeled on both sides of Wu Zhiyong, with his cocked buttocks directly facing the meat stick below. The two kissed fiercely as if they were afraid that each other would disappear, and their lips would not separate. The mixture of saliva, the taste of semen, and the breath of the other party are all entangled together, mixing into an aphrodisiac of ecstasy, fiery venting of the rising heat.

 

    The tightness of their chests made them feel each other's heartbeat, so intense, so sweet, and imagined how much they needed each other to extinguish the lust at the moment.

 

    Instead of guiding him in with his hands, one lowered his waist and the other raised his waist. Ye Feng twisted his butt to poke his cock to find the entrance. Wu Zhiyong eagerly tried to penetrate the small hole, and the full glans only entered a little. He violently pushed up again, finally, the glans squeezed the petite hole, and Ye Feng sat down.

 

    Ye Feng enjoyed the process of being entered, and a comfortable sigh passed into Wu Zhiyong's ears. Wu Zhiyong was suddenly impulsive, pressing his waist, and the pleasure of sitting to the end made Ye Feng call out.

 

    Picking up Ye Feng's chin, Wu Zhiyong, who forbeared for a long time, kissed the corner of his lips, and said hoarsely, "Dear Ye Feng, it's my turn to be serviced, you can't be lazy." 

 

The meat stick stuck straight into the small hole, obviously. Feeling that the meat stick grew bigger, Ye Feng was not satisfied with a kiss, and moved his face in front of Wu Zhiyong, "Keep kissing me."

 

    "I will kiss you once whenever you move." Wu Zhiyong offered the condition and kissed with a smile.

 

    "Okay." Ye Feng said as he lifted his ass and sat down, then stopped, his wet eyes staring straight at him, pursing his mouth and waiting for the next kiss.

 

    Is this torturing him or torturing himself? Desperate Wu Zhiyong regretted his cleverness and had to kiss again before Ye Feng moved again obediently.

 

    Kisses fell on Ye Feng’s lips one by one, Ye Feng swayed his waist again and again, his white body was dyed red by the water vapor, and the round buttocks in the water made waves of splashing water. The bright red meat stick wrapped around the meat stick, the dark red and purple meat stick pierced upwards catering to it, thrusting the meat stick into the small hole, and then pulled it out.

 

    "Ah..." Ye Feng, who had just asked for a kiss, sat on the sensitive spot again and again, stabbing his meat stick deeply and fiercely, causing him to gradually forget about the transaction, and his genitals cocked in excitement, "Um... so deep..."

 

    soft and tender. 

The intestinal wall shrank and surrounded the meat stick, and the body of the massage stick was squeezed by the intestines. Wu Zhiyong could only feel the comfort of his glans being rubbed. So he pulled out the meat stick and pushed it up fiercely. The pleasure of the glans rubbing the intestines made him pull it out again and hit Ye Feng's buttocks heavily.

 

    The snow-white buttocks were suddenly deformed by the man’s powerful crotch. The red crotch was swallowed to the root of the cock. Ye Feng instinctively contracted the cock and squeezed the thick cock in his body. Wu Zhiyong suddenly changed his face and his crotch was grinded vigorously. His ass and the meat stick circled in the small hole, and the glans squeezed into the deep intestine, rubbing the sensitive intestinal wall with the huge fleshy crown.

 

    Ye Feng’s watch seemed both painful and comfortable. He pinched Wu Zhiyong’s shoulders with his hands. Wu Zhiyong gasped and said, "Move harder, babe!"

 

    " Hmm ..." Ye Feng subconsciously obeyed his orders, and forced his hips to sit up. Then, the pleasure of taking out some meat sticks and stabs the intestinal wall made him instinctively chase sensuality, "Ah...Ayong...like..." 

The palm of his hand wandered through Ye Feng's smooth skin, and his hot lips lingered on Ye Feng's sensitive neck. Skin, Wu Zhiyong asked in a low voice: "What do you like?" 

"I like you..."

 

    Ye Feng replied in a broken voice. The cock slammed into a long groan, and the small holes tightened at the same time. Wu Zhiyong gasped. Because Ye Feng's movements were too slow, he decided to seize the initiative.

 

    Two big hands grasped the firm buttocks, followed his own speed up and down the buttocks, the feeling that the body can not control the ups and downs made Ye Feng subconsciously afraid, but it was extremely exciting.

 

    "Do you like it?" The bathtub was too small and Wu Zhiyong couldn't open his hands and feet. He could only push into the fallen butt again and again. The small holes contracted rhythmically because of fear and stimulation.

 

    "Ugh... I like... Ah..." The intestines were heated by the meat stick, tightening the giants in the body, and the greedy intestinal wall was numbed by the meat stick every time, but it did not stimulate his sensitivity. Click, "There...that spot...uhm"

 

    "Where?" Wu Zhiyong changed his angle and hit the sensitive spot severely. Ye Feng's thigh trembles with refreshment. He maliciously asked, "Is this here?"

 

    Then he hit again. Ye Feng couldn't tell. He could only let the meat stick continuously infringe on his most intimate cunt. The genitals swayed by the ups and downs flowed out shamelessly and melted into the hot water.

 

    "Ye Feng, I'm going to shoot, you can come with me too." In order to satisfy Ye Feng first, Wu Zhiyong has endured for a long time. At this time, he just wanted to shoot in Ye Feng's body and drink with the "tight mouth" below him. His semen.

 

    "Okay... um..."

 

    Ye Feng grabbed his stiff genitals, slender fingers wrapped around the top of the genitals, rubbing skillfully, Wu Zhiyong saw his flushed face reveal a serious look, and the tender red nipple tip. The seductive gaze stood upright, and the lower body was thrust into chaotically by the terrifying meat stick.

 

    Wu Zhiyong didn't even want to hold the nipple on his left chest. The rough tongue squeezed the nipple and sucked vigorously. Ye Feng instinctively straightened his chest and pleaded with a crying voice: "Quick...dry me...I can't do it... ...A Yong, let's ... come together..."

 

 The two big hands that grabbed his hips pinched into the flesh. Obviously Wu Zhiyong was fucking Ye Feng out of control. Ye Feng's mind went white, chaotically unable to see everything, and the desire to dominate. His mind and body, even if Wu Zhiyong bites his chest, he can’t reject the most primitive rhythms, it only leads to more pleasurable actions.

 

　　    He accelerated the friction in the front and tightened in the rear.

 

    "Ah----" 

The semen shot into his hand, the convulsive tunnel tightened the meat stick, Ye Feng flopped into Wu Zhiyong's arms weakly, and the butt was still sitting on the meat stick under Wu Zhiyong's control, and the meat stick was desperately frantic in the climax corridor thrusted in.

 

    "Woo..." happy tears poured out of Ye Feng's eyes.

 

    I don’t know how many times I madly inserted, hot semen sprayed into the depths of the tunnel, watering Ye Feng one by one, until Wu Zhiyong finished shooting, he let go of his mouth, licked the teeth marks on the areola with pity, and then took out his cock and hugged Ye Feng.

    Ye Feng lying on the bed was damp, his bangs fell to his ears, his mouth was slightly open, and he breathed quickly. The nipples on his left chest was obviously red and swollen, and a trace of blood appeared on the clear teeth marks. His arms were weakly placed on both sides of his body, hanging on the bed. The legs of the side are wide open, the grass of the lower body is messy, and the sex organs hang quietly on one side.

 

    Wu Zhiyong pulled up one of his legs, the loose small hole between his hips was half open, and milky semen flowed from the slightly twitching hole, sliding down the delicate inner thigh.

 

    Standing between Ye Feng’s legs, Wu Zhiyong bent down and kissed his eyes, “I’m hard again when I see my reampie flowing out of your tight hole, Ye Feng, you make me want to fuck you again.” 

 

The voice just fell, the meat sticks dry. Entering the wet pussy, there is no trace of gentle and hard dry.

 

    The meat blade buried deep in the body hits heavily, and the slippery cunt makes the sound of gurgling and thumping water, and the semen overflows the junction and stains the acupuncture. It is sent into the body by the meat stick, and then pulled out in a hurry. .

 

    Ye Feng gripped the bed sheet tightly, Wu Zhiyong leaned down, tangled his neck, his broad palms tightly held his hand holding the bed sheet, breathing disorderly and whispered: "Ye Feng, I love you..."

 

    The love word whispered in the ear. It was clearly printed in Ye Feng's mind, and he responded by rubbing his lover's face with his cheek, in exchange for the lover's more frantic fucking, and the raging sharp pleasure made his tears flow out uncontrollably.

 

    "Don't...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

 

    "Don't cry... you clench inside and become tighter..." At this time, Wu Zhiyong couldn't say any words of comfort. The whole body's senses were concentrated on the lower body. The whole stick was pulled out and inserted, and the man under him was with his ten fingers. The entangled, painful and joyful bow body, his legs wrapped around his waist, the peristaltic contraction of the intestine sucked him very refreshingly, making him uncontrollably change the angle and hit the intestinal wall, which stimulated the intestinal wall to secrete transparent intestinal juice .

 

    Ye Feng had never been done like this by Wu Zhiyong, as if he belonged to Wu Zhiyong from the inside out, but it was not enough. He wanted... a lot more, and Wu Zhiyong belonged only to him.

 

    "Give it to me... shoot inside me..."

 

    "I'll give you all... Ye Feng, my semen is only for you..."

 

    Wu Zhiyong shook his waist back and forth, vigorously drying Ye Feng, his genitals followed him. Rubbing against his abdominal muscles, the small points dripped with juice after repeated hard work.

 

    The fierce pleasure made Wu Zhiyong feel strong in ejaculation. He did not hesitate to take out the meat stick, and with a bang, the dark red glans pulled out the small holes, and then the glans crushed and grinded the opened hole, and the intestinal emptiness that could not be comforted was squirming. The red and swollen acupoint gate actively swallowed the glans, but was avoided by the glans every time.

 

    "Pound it in...fuck me..." 

The dissatisfied flesh yelled and filled, "Fuck me... fuck me harder...I want..."

 

 Ye Feng struggled to get rid of Wu Zhiyong's restraint, and tried to move his small hole towards him. The meat stick, the hole that was so slack by the man could not swallow such a big glans, the small holes rubbed the glans anxiously, and couldn't satisfy the hungry body.

 

    "Give me...Don't torture me...I love you..." Ye Feng kissed Wu Zhiyong's lips and seduce him to fuck him quickly, "Well..." 

 

The meat stick rubbed the omission out of the hole, his glans squeezed. Entering the small hole, repeating the happiest rhythm of the two, fiercely slams the handsome man who is addicted to the sensuality under his hips, so hard that he cries and ejaculates, and he also shoots.

 

    There is nothing more beautiful than two people having an orgasm together, with a blank mind thinking about nothing, leaving only a feeling of laziness.

 

    Wu Zhiyong originally wanted to lie down for a while and then got up and hugged Ye Feng to take a bath again, but Ye Feng on his chest fell asleep tiredly, looking at Ye Feng's sleeping face, he also fell asleep in a daze.

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    Woke up in the fragrant porridge and fried poached egg in the morning, probably because he got up a little bit more quietly. Wu Zhiyong, wearing an apron, hurriedly put down the preserved egg and lean meat porridge that hadn’t been fully prepared, and rushed into the bathroom to take it out. He handed him the squeezed toothbrush and razor, then took the towel and poured water, and prepared these in an orderly manner, and waited for him to wash his face and have breakfast together.

 

    The chair in front of the dining table was cushioned thoughtfully, facing the steaming preserved egg and lean meat porridge, golden poached egg, a cup of soy milk, and the gentle smiling face of the handsome man opposite, a flow of heat surged in Ye Feng's heart.

 

    When Wu Zhiyong took a poached egg and brought it to his mouth, the sweet feeling suddenly filled Ye Feng's heart, soft and incredible.

 

    "Eat the poached egg while it's hot, drink the soy milk last. It's okay if it's cold, just drink it as a drink before going to work."

 

    "Yeah." Biting the poached egg, it was a little burnt, it was Ye Feng's favorite taste.

 

    After eating a bite of the poached egg and another porridge, Ye Feng squinted his eyes happily and cocked the corners of his mouth contentedly. This was a great encouragement to Wu Zhiyong, and he considered what he planned to say.

 

    "Next month is my birthday."

 

    "Ah, I know." Yeh Feng Wu Zhiyong then checked the applicant's resume and knows his birthday, never forgotten, "Oh, what a gift you want."

 

    "Anything you give to me, is the best gift."

 

    "Okay."

 

    Wu Zhiyong's sunny smile at that time has been flashing in Ye Feng's mind, so the work has always maintained an elegant smile and super high efficiency, and the employees feel that The boss today is a little different from the past. It seems that Xinqing has improved, the sense of distance has decreased, and he wants to make people gossip even more.

 

    "I really want to know who the manager's lover is!"

 

    "That's, I don't know what kind of girl it is that tempts the manager who has not had a scandal!"

 

    "It must be a very hot and sunny girl. Today, there are patches under the neckline, and the lips are so red."

 

    " Hehe..."

 

    "Hehe..." the female colleagues whispered privately, even Hao Da, a big man who loves gossip, went up and whispered with them, all grinning.

 

    Wu Zhiyong pretended not to hear, but his ears were erected to eavesdrop, for fear that someone would covet his baby, so as to prevent his crush early and put out all the flames as soon as possible.

 

    Fortunately, everyone was just chatting with gossip outside of work, which made Wu Zhiyong relieved a lot, holding a pen to write down the ingredients for today's dinner, and going to the vegetable market and supermarket with Ye Feng after getting off work.

 

    By the way, I almost forgot Ye Feng's younger brother, then prepared the ingredients for the three of them.

 

    Turning the pen and thinking for a while, I wrote down a few ingredients.

 

    That's it, get it done!

 

    The surroundings suddenly became quiet. Only the rustle of turning files and the sound of typing the keyboard in front of the computer were heard. Wu Zhiyong realized afterwards that everyone did not know when the group entered a state of industriousness, good employees and subordinates.

 

    what happened? Has the head office come over to check?

 

    Wu Zhiyong took a look to the side and found that someone had been standing beside him for a long time, looking at him in his spare time.

 

    Uh... it's over...

 

   He patted his subordinates on the shoulders, and Ye Feng smiled and said, "It just so happens that you have to keep up with the work schedule today, so you can stay overtime."

 

    Tong Qing's gaze coincidentally focused on Wu Zhiyong's body, no one dared to speak out, otherwise it would become the second "Wu Zhiyong", who would be a candidate for overtime.

 

    Overtime is the most annoying!

 

　　    Everyone has the greatest aspirations, so Wu Zhiyong, who was arrested, can only ask for his own blessings! We will not be jealous of your overtime pay.

 

    Long live no overtime!

 

    The sound of water came from the quiet office that night.

 

    "Hmm... let go, we did it yesterday..." Ye Feng leaned on the desk, grasping the edge of the desk with both hands, and the man leaning on the top of his genitals, kneading two meatballs, made Ye Feng pant.

 

    "Should you finish the progress early, shouldn't you be rewarded? If there is a penalty, there will be a reward to improve the enthusiasm of employees. Are you right?" Wu Zhiyong said with a smile, rubbing his thumb with a juicy bell Ye Feng groaned with his mouth, he licked the transparent liquid on his thumb, and his expression was satisfied with Ye Feng's reaction.

 

    "It's our private time now... ah..." Ye Feng said indifferently, his bangs wet with sweat and a faint layer of moisture in his eyes. He twisted his waist to avoid Wu Zhiyong's licking, but the other party pinched him. His genitals were being rub playfully.

 

    "Getting played by you subordinate in the office, my dear manager, you are very naughty." Rouqing whispered hoarsely, teasing Ye Feng jokingly.

 

    The tips of Ye Feng's ears became blushing, and he couldn't say a word to refute, Wu Zhiyong raised a successful smile, and kissed and kissed his lower abdomen. The itching sensation made Ye Feng avoid and tighten his abdomen.

 

    The buzzing-buzzing- although faint, the ringing of the phone vibrating was unusually loud in the office where only the two of them were alone.

 

    "If it's still Ye Lan, then hang up." Thinking of his brother’s more than a dozen soul-stimulating calls from work to the present, Wu Zhiyong was upset, unwilling to get up and lift Ye Feng's pants, waiting for Ye Feng to finish the call.

 

    Looking at the number displayed on the screen of the phone, Ye Feng pressed the answer button excitedly, calling out in a trembling voice: "Mom." 

 

The other end of the phone was extremely silent. An invisible pressure pressed Ye Feng heavily, and Ye Feng's expression of excitement gradually suppressed. Called again: "Mom."

 

    Wu Zhiyong frowned, wondering why Ye Feng's mother was silent, and Ye Feng's expression made him feel distressed. He couldn't interfere with Ye Feng's housework, so he could only clenched his fists silently.

 

    "Your dad and I have sent someone to pick up Xiaolan. Xiaolan is still young and is easily affected by you. You should not contact Xiaolan anymore. We don't want him to be like you."

 

    Every word is harsh. She hung up as soon as she finished speaking, and didn't give Ye Feng a chance to argue.

 

    The phone is still close to the ear, and there are endless blind sounds in his ear, putting out Ye Feng's last hope, and he lowered his hand sadly, holding the phone firmly, as if doing so can suppress the surging pain, but the more you suppress, the more painful .

 

    Arms around him from behind, no place to vent depression instantly disappear, Wu Zhiyong buried her face in his necks, tightening his arms, as if to rub it into his body, "how could she..?"

 

    Backs against his chest contained everything he had, the sadness on his face, the pain in his heart, and his whole being contained. Ye Feng was moved, holding Wu Zhiyong's hand around him, he could not speak.

 

    Wu Zhiyong kissed Ye Feng's neck finely to soothe his heart.

 

    Ye Feng took a deep breath, his dim gaze seemed to recall something, "I came out of the closet just after graduating from college. I still remember my dad madly denying me as his son, and my mother pulled me and yelled to deny myself. I was a homosexual, and she kept beating me when I refused. The eldest brother grabbed my father and the younger brother grabbed my mother. The house was in a mess. It was not over until my mother passed out and was sent to the hospital. I was kicked out of the house by my father. I know I broke their hearts, but I was also very broken. I don’t need them to agree with my sexuality. I just hope that they don’t even deny my existence, and don’t dislike me as if I’m a contagious virus.”

 

    These words implied. How much help?

 

    Wu Zhiyong hugged Ye Feng tightly. At this time, Ye Feng didn't need his sympathy and comfort, only a simple hug.

    "You still have me."

    Nothing can compare to this sentence. He waited for this sentence for too long, too long. A man moved forward alone, no one would walk with him in the front or back. The deviation he chose was almost invisible. At the end, wandering in despair, fearing that only one person will continue walking.

 

    "Will you always stay with me?"

    "Of course."

 

 

    Wu Zhiyong promised without hesitation. The so-called happiness is that someone is willing to accompany him at this moment and warm his heart and lungs.

 

[ T/N: Wu Zhoyong is such a sweetheart huhuhuhu how could his parents do that to him T.T  i feel so bad to those people who are being rejected because of their sexuality, it's not a mental illness, please huhuhuhu I pray to those suffering that please stay strong if your are being rejected like this]