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In a small, sleek, modern hotel room, Luo Binghe sat in the middle of the standard double bed. His back was ramrod straight against the headboard; he had long, wavy hair cascading down his back from his hair tie; and his legs were spread apart. His hands nervously clasped over his revealed package, and his clothes had been folded neatly to one side. Sun-kissed skin painted a pleasant contrast to the standard black silk sheets of the hotel.
At the end of the bed, there was another man with long, dark hair, half tied back with a green hairband. His delicate face seemed to radiate cold air, and his features were as if etched painstakingly in ice. Although he looked aloof, the man was good-looking, undeniably so, and he was currently in the process of removing his t-shirt. He pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his soft and supple stomach that was as delicious as whipped cream. Luo Binghe’s hands moved to the bedsheets. Itching to grab onto something, his fingertips scratched at the silken sheets. He swallowed somewhat audibly and licked his dry lips as his attention strayed to how soft that waist looked to hold.
Luo Binghe never considered he would get hard for another man, but the proof between his legs was evidence enough. It wasn’t that Luo Binghe was against homosexuality; on the contrary, he fully supported it! He had just never considered his own sexuality before. Sexual arousal is something he hasn’t experienced. Conversations around him tended to be heterosexual, and he had never considered whether he was attracted to men or women, because he hadn't previously felt attracted to anyone. Yes, he could objectively say whether a person had a pleasant appearance, but for that appearance to instil urges within him hadn't happened before. So, he worked on the assumption that he would eventually settle down with a girl and enjoy a harmonious relationship. Now, his assumption was dealt a reverse uno card, yet Luo Binghe only felt a deep, thrumming, animalistic instinct.
That may make you ask, how did Luo Binghe get here, naked in a hotel room with another man in the middle of removing his own clothes?
Well, it all started with a simple, childish prank years ago.
Locker room banter had always been rampant. Boys in high school enjoyed comparing their bodies to one another. Luo Binghe had shown very little interest in this aspect and refrained from joining in, but with his handsome looks, he could hardly remove himself from the discussion. It usually ranged from general appearance to biceps and abs and the like, but one particular occasion encroached into more private territory. This was thanks to the girls in their class, who had a snickering conversation about how big the boys were. One male classmate happened to hear the frivolous discussion and took it somewhat personally. Especially when the girls were so confident that Luo Binghe would most definitely be well endowed - probably the biggest in their class!
Envy can be a malicious thing. Even if Luo Binghe didn’t want to expose himself, there was only so much he could do while holding back his strength against a jealous horde of young men. In the end, Luo Binghe was unable to defend himself against the masses, yet the outcome could be considered his triumph.
Of course, Luo Binghe was big. Even when flaccid. Much to the disappointment of his fellow classmates. Only someone had to make the comment that he was a little too big. Obviously, all the petty boys jumped on the bandwagon, and it became something of a joke that, yes, Luo Binghe is big, but so big that it would be intimidating and painful for his future partner. Now, kids will be kids, and boys will be boys, yet the inevitable trauma is far too real for these excuses to pass.
The result of this spiteful behaviour was an anxiety that left Luo Binghe reluctant to enter a relationship all throughout his high school years, regardless of who may have been chasing him. Even the school flower was unable to tame him. However, Luo Binghe had now entered college. Teenagers had matured, love was in the air, and Luo Binghe was infected, yearning for someone who could become his other half. But the fear still existed. Especially now that he's in college, where hormones run wild and control these young adults' brains. Just as Luo Binghe was wondering how to conquer his fear and take a step into the unknown, he heard a rumour.
Apparently, a third-year student at the college sold their services to male students in need of assistance. Given how shady and secretive the rumours were, it was clear that they sold licentious services. Perhaps it should have come across as pornographic; it was similar to the student whoring themselves out, but it was actually the opposite. The student didn’t accept just anyone looking for a good time; they specifically wanted to help those in need - for example, those who had qualms about sexual intercourse and needed some practical guidance. For example, someone just like Luo Binghe.
That was how Luo Binghe ended up in his current position: naked on a bed in a hotel room with a strange man.
When Luo Binghe first managed to track down how to contact this elusive student, he assumed they were female, as they only advertised for male students. The possibility that this person was male had not occurred to him. Anyway, Luo Binghe was only vaguely surprised when the young man opened the hotel room door for him. To be frank, he didn’t have time to be shocked, as the older boy yanked him into the room and immediately told Luo Binghe to strip and get on the bed. Luo Binghe couldn't put his finger on it; there was something about that cold and indifferent face commanding him in that tone... for the first time, he felt a reaction in his pants caused by someone else.
Now, Luo Binghe sat on the bed, nerves eating away at him, both with anticipation for what was to happen and with questions about this good looking man whose name he didn’t even know yet. He watched the man remove his top, and then a pair of harsh yet beautiful, narrow eyes met his own. Luo Binghe’s breath caught in his throat.
"I’m Shen Qingqiu," The man finally introduced himself as he slowly looked from Luo Binghe’s face down to his crotch. The lingering stare caused Luo Binghe’s back to straighten, and he was left confused as to whether he was scared into straightening up or if he was trying to show off his feathers like a peacock. Either way, Luo Binghe’s groyne tightened and twitched under that persistent stare.
Shen Qingqiu pursed his lips, then a small smile curled the corners of his mouth, instantly melting the ice and bringing warmth to his features.
"I thought you might have been exaggerating, but you really are big."
Whether the words were a compliment or ridicule, Luo Binghe couldn’t guess; he only felt his cheeks ripen to the colour of freshly picked tomatoes.
"So, you want to learn how to prepare your partner to reduce pain and injury?" Oblivious to Luo Binghe’s plight, Shen Qingqiu confirmed the reason for their session as discussed in their previous messages. His words were somewhat muffled as he tugged out his hair tie and held it between his teeth. Regathering the long tendrils, he re-tied his hair into a high ponytail.
Luo Binghe was unable to tear his eyes away. The knot of his adams apple bobbed as he swallowed, and he vaguely nodded his head with an "mn" in agreement. His sight followed the lines of Shen Qingqiu’s naked upper body, and he was torn between his humiliation and his arousal. If he had known he would be so attracted to this man, he would have found a different teacher, but then maybe he would never have had the pleasure of meeting this delicate, pretty person.
"Alright," Shen Qingqiu nodded in return and then climbed onto the bed on all fours. He crawled towards Luo Binghe, a glint in his eye as he stared at the hard weapon between Luo Binghe’s legs, paying far more attention to that than to Luo Binghe himself. Reaching out, Shen Qingqiu trailed a finger from the base to the tip of Luo Binghe’s erection, following a prominent vein, and he softly teased the leaking slit with the pad of his slender finger. Another shallow smile appeared on his face, and he tilted his head as he said, "I can see why you want to learn. The size is definitely intimidating, and you will no doubt hurt your partner if you don’t prepare them well enough."
Luo Binghe shuddered from the playful touch. Whatever Shen Qingqiu said went in one ear and right out the other. Precum gathered under the frisky finger, and Luo Binghe’s toes began to curl. His mind blanked under Shen Qingqiu’s slow ministrations; he lost himself in the pleasure of another person's hand. That was until Shen Qingqiu spoke again.
"As it’s your first time, I’ll get you off once first." Shen Qingqiu explained, his small smile spreading and his eyes narrowing into kittenish mischievousness. "Else, you’ll be far too quick to come later."
The explanation caused Luo Binghe’s brain to stall. It sputtered and smoked like an old, worn-out engine, and disbelief flashed in his expression. If Shen Qingqiu knew how long Luo Binghe lasted when comforting himself with his own hand, perhaps he would change his mind. However, Luo Binghe was enjoying Shen Qingqiu’s touch, so he wouldn’t complain about a freebie.
Shen Qingqiu spotted Luo Binghe’s apprehension, and he grinned, showing a set of pearly white teeth. His eyes curved, and there was something in his expression that said, just watch and see. Then he tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear and bent down to lick Luo Binghe’s tip with a kitten's tongue. Before Luo Binghe had the time to be astonished, the weeping head of his cock had been sucked into Shen Qingqiu’s mouth with a skilled tongue lapping up his leaking fluids.
"Fuck!" Luo Binghe gasped, his fingers grasping at the sheets. He restrained himself from reaching out to thread his fingers through Shen Qingqiu’s hair. Tensing his buttocks, Luo Binghe’s hips intuitively longed to move, the desire growing as Shen Qingqiu gradually sucked on Luo Binghe’s member, bobbing his head up and down and taking more and more of the long, hard length into his mouth.
By the time the tip of Luo Binghe’s head was in Shen Qingqiu’s throat, Shen Qingqiu had only taken about two-thirds of it before he couldn’t fit anymore in.
The tight warmth around Luo Binghe’s cock stimulated him to lose his reason, and when Shen Qingqiu swallowed around his length, his throat constricting and fluttering, it was already beyond what Luo Binghe could handle. With a low grunt, almost a growl, Luo Binghe braced himself against the bed and grinded his hips upward, as though trying to force the rest of his erection inside the small, shallow passage, causing Shen Qingqiu to choke around his girth. It was like trying to fit a square inside a circle - absolutely impossible. But Luo Binghe had no room to think, because as soon as Shen Qingqiu looked up, his mouth stuffed with cock, lips and chin damp with drool, and water droplets clinging to his lashes, his glance met Luo Binghe’s gaze, and stars exploded in front of Luo Binghe’s eyes. Muffled grunts and groans grew uncontrollably louder, and, after only a few minutes of being sucked off, Luo Binghe released inside Shen Qingqiu’s mouth.
When Luo Binghe finally came around, his reason materialised and he was mortified. His mouth hung open, panic danced in his eyes, and he desperately thought of how he should apologise for his behaviour and make excuses for his lack of endurance. Not only had he tried to choke Shen Qingqiu, he also emptied his load inside his mouth, and he only lasted a few minutes! Although Luo Binghe couldn’t blame himself entirely, Shen Qingqiu was obviously extremely skilled, and Luo Binghe's orgasm arrived out of nowhere without any warning for himself, let alone the opportunity to tell Shen Qingqiu. Yet, looking at Shen Qingqiu as he pulled away from Luo Binghe’s softening crotch, it seemed that Luo Binghe’s worries were pointless.
Shen Qingqiu sat back on his knees. He wiped the remnants of Luo Binghe’s juice from his lips, then licked his fingers clean as if he had eaten the sweetest cake and was loathe to leave behind a single crumb or speck of icing. Then he grinned and politely said, "Thank you for the meal."
Shame poured over Luo Binghe like a cold waterfall, yet heat pooled in his core.
Sensing a change, Shen Qingqiu glanced downwards and raised a brow at the little brother that had originally turned soft. It stood quietly to attention once more, with no further prompting. Shen Qingqiu faintly chuckled.
"Well, I guess we can start the lesson."