"Father and Son Relationship": Chapter 1

During the holiday, Zhang Mingyu plans to stay at the home of his classmate Bo Shan for three days. Bo Shan usually does not live on campus, and he is the only one in his class who has a good relationship with Bo Shan.

Bo Shan heard that Zhang Mingyu didn't plan to go back home, so he took the initiative to invite him to his home.

Zhang Mingyu envied Bo Shan for being able to go to school and live almost alone. Although Bo Shan and his father live together, his father has been away from home for the past year and basically does not stay at home.

Bo Shan's home is located in a relatively good area in the city center, and the decoration is also very high-end. Zhang Mingyu is surprised. As far as he knows, Bo Shan is very low-key in life, and his food and clothing expenses are the same as his. He has no expensive things. 

Although the Bo Shan's house is large, it is well-kept, clean and tidy. The cabinets are stocked with oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and there are staple foods and snacks in the refrigerator. The clothes and sheets were drying on the veranda, and one look at them made you feel that living with Bo Shan was a big advantage.

Bo Shan hasn't hired a nanny since he grew up, so he does all the housework.

In the evening, they each took a shower, and Bo Shan and Zhang Mingyu leaned on the sofa and watched TV. Zhang Mingyu looked left and right, smacked his lips and said, "This house is well decorated. I will buy one like this in the future. How much did your family spend?"

Bo Shan thought for a while and said, "I don't know."

Zhang Mingyu said : "You don't know?"

Bo Shan: "I just moved here when I was in college, and I've only lived in this house for two years."

When Bo Shan finished the college entrance examination that year and was admitted to a school in town. He was still hesitating whether to study locally or out of town. Bo Pei already bought a house without saying a word and moved in during the first semester of his freshman year. The house in his hometown is empty, and he didn't go back even during the Spring Festival.

Zhang Mingyu said, "Your dad is so kind to you."

Bo Shan smiled. Zhang Mingyu has never seen Bo Pei in person, and those who have seen him are afraid of him. He always has this expressionless face, and the way he looks at people makes people feel uncomfortable. He never speaks unnecessary words and rarely loses his temper. Even Bo Shan has not seen him loses temper.

Whether Bo Pei was good to him or not, he had no idea. Bo Pei didn't say anything about buying a house for his son to study. Any children would be happy by this gesture, but Boshan didn't like it because after buying this house, he would then live alone. Eventhough Bo Pei comes over occasionally, he treats it as if this is a hotel or just a place to sleep.

Bo Shan never told anyone these things. He also just makes people misunderstand that he has a father who loves him generously and has a warm and harmonious family.

After watching TV in the evening, the two of them discussed buying some delicious food for the next day and making hot pot at home. The next day when Zhang Mingyu woke up, Bo Shan was not there. He complained that he didn't ask him to go out with him. When he heard the door lock click, Zhang Mingyu wiped his face and said, "Why didn't you wake me up so we can we go together? Didn't we agree to go shopping together?"

No one answered him. The sound of leather shoes hitting the wooden floor aroused Zhang Mingyu's alarm. It would be bad if he was robbed. He wiped his face and rushed out to see a man taking off his suit jacket and throwing it on the sofa. He pulled off his tie and looked back at him.

"Who are you?"

"Who are you?"

The two of them said at the same time. Zhang Mingyu looked left and right. The man in front of him frowned and looked annoyed. Subconsciously, he called at the door: "I am Bo Shan's classmate, you are...?"

He thought the person who opened the door with the key was probably not a thief.

The man didn't look at him. He sat down, poured a glass of water, drank it, and asked, "Where's Bo Shan?"

When Bo Shan arrived, he put down his keys and changed into slippers. He was about to tell Zhang Mingyu that he already bought their breakfast. When he looked up, he saw Bo Pei sitting on the sofa.

Zhang Mingyu hurried away from Bo Pei and fled to Bo Shan, who looked shocked, and asked in a low voice: "Is he a member of your family?"

Bo Shan lowered his eyes and hummed softly, and said, "That's my dad."

Spending a lot of money on his children. His father seemed too young in Zhang Mingyu's eyes. He was not bald or even fat which is typical for a father. 

Bo Shan pushed Zhang Mingyu and said, "Wipe away the toothpaste foam on your face." 

When Zhang Mingyu went to wash his face, he took a pair of slippers and walked to Bo Pei and said softly: "You change to a pair of shoes."

Bo Pei didn't move.

Bo Shan bent down, lifted one of his feet with both hands, took off his leather shoes and put on slippers, and did the same with the other foot. He also put a pair of Bo Pei's leather shoes in the shoe cabinet.

Zhang Mingyu was stunned when he witnessed the whole process. He had never been so "filial" to him.

Bo Shan went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Zhang Mingyu said apologetically, "Your dad is back, then I will go back to the dormitory to live."

He slept in Bo Shan's bed last night, and Bo Shan slept in Bo Pei's bed. One guest room has been used as a storage room, and it won’t be tidied out for a while.

Without raising his head, Bo Shan served preserved egg and lean meat porridge into three bowls and said, "No, you can stay here."

If Zhang Mingyu left, he wouldn't know how to get along with Bo Pei.

The two came out with breakfast for three people. There was already no one in the living room, except for Bo Pei's coat, which was still on the sofa. Bo Shan took his coat and another breakfast and said to Zhang Mingyu: "You eat first, I'll go see him."

The curtains opened in the morning blocked most of the light at the moment, and the bedroom was dim. Bo Shan hung up the clothes and put the breakfast away. On the bedside table, Bo Pei pushed it and fell asleep without even changing his clothes.

"You should eat something to fill your stomach first."

Bo Shan knew Bo Pei's living habits very well. He skipped breakfast just to make it convenient for no one to look at him. He also took care of lunch and dinner, and spent the rest of the time working.

Bo Pei had his eyes closed and was pretending to sleep. He opened his eyes after being pushed. Bo Shan didn't smile much at him - although he liked to see Bo Shan smile. He didn't get up, but leaned on the pillow and asked, "That's your classmate?"

Bo Shan said, "Yeah."

Bo Pei didn't ask anything else, and suddenly grabbed Bo Shan's hand and brought it into his body. Bo Shan was afraid of hitting him so he reflexively stretched out his arms to support his body.

Bo Pei touched his hair that had not been cut for a while and smoothed it back, revealing his smooth forehead and bright eyes. He raised his head and gradually came closer. Bo Shan closed his eyes tremblingly. He knew exactly what would happen next. Unexpectedly, Bo Pei did not kiss him on the mouth, but pressed his head into the crook of his neck, followed his cervical spine with one hand, and inserted his hand into his buttocks.

Bo Shan struggled to get up, but was held down tightly. He begged Bo Pei in a low voice to let him go, while his cold fingers parted his tightly closed buttocks and touched the moist hole.

"Wet already?"

Bo Shan shook his head vigorously, his hair tickling Bo Pei's neck and his heart.

He believed that Boshan would not sleep with anyone casually, so there was only one possibility, "Did you do it by yourself when I'm not around? Do you want to sleep with me that much?"

Boshan shook his head and begged: "Stop talking...."

Bo Pei raised his face and found that Bo Shan's eyes were red from being forced, and his hair was messy, like a poor puppy, which made people feel unbearable and wanted to bully him.

"Dont want it?

Bo Shan buried his face in the man's neck as if to escape, lying on him quietly and submissively.

Thinking of his lewd behavior on this bed last night and being immediately spotted by the man, he was embarrassed and ashamed.

Last night, after Zhang Mingyu went to sleep, Bo Shan lay on the bed, tossing and turning and couldn't fall asleep. He had never been so restless at home before. Like a dog, he buried his face into the soft pillow, sniffing hard and searching.

There is a refreshing lemon scent on the changed sheets, and the smell of Bo Pei is no longer there.

He rubbed his lower body against the bed and stood up quietly, with a tent bulging in his crotch that could not be ignored. Compared with the sexual needs and curiosity of other people his age, his desire in this certain area was surprisingly insignificant. If he hadn't been penetrated frequently when making love with Bo Pei, he would have really believed that he was sexually frigid.

He has no extra thoughts about women and even with men. But just thinking about Bo Pei made him unable to control himself.

He liked and longed for Bo Pei to forcefully want him, to be held tightly in his arms, pressed under him, and his whole body was exhausted to withstand all the needs from the man. Only in this way can he feel that Bo Pei also has feelings for him.

He knew Bo Pei, a man who was a bit "germophobic" both physically and mentally.

His body was getting hotter and hotter. He pulled his shirt up to expose a large part of his chest, but it failed to dissipate any heat. His legs kicked off the pajamas hanging at his knees, and his naked skin rubbed against the cool sheets. He let out a long breath. The right hand moving in the underwear stopped.

Since having sex with Bo Pei three months ago, he has never seen Bo Pei again, nor has he comforted his body. Without seeing the person or coming into contact with the man's belongings, he has no desire, but as long as he touches a him, there is like a fire inside of him. The previously silent passion surges out.

Just stroking the hard penis is not enough. There is no cold and strong hand roaming all over his body, no intensive and hot kisses or not leaving any marks on the his chest and thighs, no thick, long and hard cock thrusting in and out of his back hole, making him feel empty.

His body was accustomed to being touched and hugged. He couldn't satisfy it with one hand an were no sex toys at home. Bo Pei was enough to make him unable to bear it.

The twisted body on the bed was hot and sweating. He buried his face into the pillow and moaned vaguely. He only dared to call Bo Pei's name in his heart, even during sex.

Imagining that Bo Pei is just beside him, that his hands are on his body, squeezing his nipples, and rubbing his sensitive and watery eyes back and forth with his fingertips. Bo Shan licked his middle finger wet, and with the help of saliva and secreted juice, he tentatively entered the tight little hole. He tried his best to relax his body, but in his heart he anxiously chanted the man's name over and over again, as if Bo Pei was doing all this.

Bo Shan arched his waist, and his middle finger only entered one knuckle. He did not feel the pain, but it was completely different from the feeling Bo Pei gave him. He was not afraid, nor did he expect the fierce pleasure his fingers could bring.

Even the dick in front couldn't be comforted and became weak.

Bo Shan lay on the bed dripping with sweat, his desire still not gone, except that he was completely unable to free himself from the anxious desire.

Taking out his phone from under the pillow, Bo Shan opened the photo album with trembling hands and selected a photo. It was taken secretly by him when Bo Pei was sleeping. Bo Pei's hair was on his forehead, half covering his eyes. He was sleeping very deeply, but he was still afraid that the slightest movement would wake Bo Pei up, so he only dared to use the faint light to take a quick sneak shot.

Bo Shan stared at the photo intently, murmuring Bo Pei's name, his body became hot again, and his weak penis seemed to be full of energy after seeing the photo. Bo Shan clamped his legs, knowing clearly that masturbating while looking at the secret photos was shameful and obscene, but he couldn't stop. His hands seemed to be manipulated by someone, and his consciousness was also blurred.

He remembered that one time, Bo Pei held him in his arms, made him face the mirror, and tempted him in his ear: "Look at youreself in the mirror." At that time, his head was hot and sweaty, and Bo Pei wanted him to do it. Whatever he said, he did it obediently. As soon as he opened his eyes and saw the two person in the mirror, his penis didn't need any extra stroking,  he ejaculated on the mirror.

Both he and Bo Pei were standing naked. Bo Pei lifted one of his legs and inserted it quickly and fiercely into the hot hole from behind, but then slowly pulled out of his body bit by bit, and ordered him to watch, ask him to speak out.

The tip of Bo Shan's nose was covered with hot sweat. He overcame his shame and stared at the penis going in and out of his body. His body was numb, and he could only rely on Bo Pei's support. He was like a man possessed and couldn't take his eyes away.

Such a thick and long thing was slowly pulled out from deep within the body, and he could feel every detail. The crowned glans scraped the soft intestinal wall and retreated to the entrance of the hole, but did not rush in immediately. He just teased his desire leisurely and penetrated lightly at the entrance of the hole. No matter how hard he tightened the inner walls, Bo Pei still refused to insert it all the way in.

Bo Shan bent down and pressed his upper body against the mirror where the semen had been ejaculated. He licked the semen bit by bit with his tongue, and at the same time it seemed like he was kissing passionately with himself. He swung his buttocks, spread the buttocks flesh with one hand, exposing the wet hole, and leaned back towards Bo Pei's lower body, wanting to swallow it all.

He observed Bo Pei's every reaction through the mirror. Anticipating his initiative, the man pinched his waist and chest with both hands while enjoying the pleasure of pulling in and out his in hole.

He could still remember his crying voice of desire, his red eyes begging Bo Pei to put it all in. He kept crying and calling the man's name. The man in the mirror's eyes turned red. The man swayed his hips back and forth, as fiercely and hard as he wanted. The testicles slapped Bo Shan's buttocks, and the glans rubbed circles in the tight little hole, deliberately not poking his most sensitive place.

Later, he was so weak that he couldn't stand at all. He was turned around by Bo Pei, his legs were wrapped around his waist, his back was against the mirror, and he withstood the man's energetic attack.

His body trembled, and his palms were filled with warm semen. Only then did Bo Shan stop thinking about it and gasped. The man in the photo next to his face was sleeping deeply, unaware of what had just happened.

Bo Shan smeared the semen on his nipples and holes, and closed his eyes with satisfaction.

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