Male heart trembling

Waiting is the consistent melody between Mr. Tang and me, and I wait for him to occupy an absolute share.This has a lot to do with our way of life. I have a lot of time to kill outside of class, but Mr. Tang has to divide the rest of the time into several small pieces outside of a lot of working time. Give me one of these.

So we cherish such a weak time, every weekend, we wish to close the door, only exist in our world, forget the worries of the outside world, forget the confusion of the future, just enjoy you and me, and the love is endless.

After noon, I sat on the sofa in the living room with a cup of warm water in my hand. As usual, I admired the prosperity and modernization of Guangdong during the daytime through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows. After getting used to the intense sunlight, my eyes seemed to see through it. Beauty and charm are not the slightest interest.

Am I tired of seeing it?No, I miss Mr. Tang.

In every warm afternoon, when I was lost in thought due to laziness, I would always think of Mr. Tang's charming face, which was full of masculine arrogance and gentleness towards me.Or, thinking about the weight of Mr. Tang taking off his suit and shirt one by one, and pressing his burly body on me, and shyly looking forward to the coming of night.

After every ups and downs, I always feel that my body has been hollowed out, and there is always the illusion that there will be no ups and downs in this life.However, at most, the reservedness of that night, the next day, they will be thinking about fully blooming in Mr. Tang's endless piston movement.

I stayed in Guangdong for a few more days. I was alone during the day, and I tried my best to take care of the tired Mr. Tang at night. I gave him massages on his head, shoulders, and feet. He always liked to hug me when he was the most tired. Occasionally a kiss, but mostly just a simple hug.Just like a little girl who lacks friends hugs her dolls for comfort, Mr. Tang held me in his arms when he couldn't relieve the depression in his heart, which made him feel a little comfortable.

Simply, as time passed by, Mr. Tang's mood gradually improved. I asked him cautiously, and he said that things are moving in a good direction in an orderly manner.

On the last night in Guangdong, Mr. Tang opened a bottle of red wine, and we drank happily.He is happy because all troubles are solved, I am happy because he is happy.

At night, Mr. Tang stretched his muscles and bones on the bed, preparing to have a good sleep in a rare relaxed mood.I came out of the toilet with the dampness and fragrance after taking a bath all over my body. I was shirtless, showing a stocky body, bare feet, and wearing a black bow tie bought in Guangdong around my neck.

This is the dress up that Mr. Tang is most interested in, and it is our fun little game.I twisted my body in front of the bed, the white bath towel swayed gently around my waist, and the black bow tie set off my cute and well-behaved appearance.

Like a little white bear, I wriggled my solid flesh in front of Mr. Tang, dancing happily with immature dance steps.Mr. Tang stared straight into his eyes. He lay on his side on the bed, lit a cigarette, and looked at me with a smile on his face.

In the end I fell on the bed awkwardly, yes, it was really not my scheming, but fell on the bed [-]% awkwardly.But Mr. Tang doesn't think so. He thinks I'm teasing him on purpose.

So he tore off my bath towel, and all the glory of my whole body was released in front of Mr. Tang.He hugged me tightly in his arms, gently stroked my body, and kneaded the spring light in his hands playfully, from a weak little spring light to the strongest existence in the whole spring.

Looking up at Mr. Tang who was venting, he felt obvious happiness from it. He was really happy, not only because he got refreshment from me, but also because he had less burden in his heart, so he became more excited.

I snuggled into Mr. Tang's arms panting, the smell of a man in the air didn't tend to diminish due to the wiping of the toilet paper, which made me more immersed in the joy just now.

I thought we could sleep peacefully, but I didn't want Mr. Tang to ask softly: "It's just right, you haven't forgotten the changes after going back this time, have you?"

I shook my head, and my hair rubbed against Mr. Tang's chest.

"Exactly, do you know what I have the most?" Mr. Tang asked.

I naturally know what it is, but Mr. Tang never likes to talk about such issues, so I can only say cautiously: "Money."

"Then do you know what you want to do most when you love someone?" Mr. Tang said without waiting for me to answer, "When a person falls in love with another person, he will instinctively want to give him something good. If I have 100 yuan, I will spend 70 yuan, and use the remaining 30 yuan to make the next 100 yuan. I have money, I have a lot of money, and I, like all normal people, want I will do my best to give you good things, but..."

I turned around, faced Mr. Tang in the dark, and said, "You have already given me a lot of money, which is more than I can spend. How can there still be money?"

Mr. Tang said dismissively: "What is that little money? If you let your temper go, I would have given you more and more, a house, a car, a maxed-out card, everything you want, I can satisfy you." You, but..."

But, another but, he naturally has something to say, I said in a low voice: "You gave me everything now, as for the but, you can just say it."

"But I'm afraid that you, like him, will lose your mind and become a different person surrounded by money." Mr. Tang said worriedly.

It turns out that this is what Mr. Tang is worried about. He was willing to give me more money and more good things to make me live a richer life than I am now, but he didn't. He just gave me a drop in the bucket in his opinion. The pocket money worth mentioning is not because he is stingy, but because he is afraid that I will forget my original intention under the offensive of money. I am no longer the simple and pure appearance he likes now, but become greedy like his last lover. hysterical man.

I hug him, feel his warm body, feel the river of blood flowing under those strong muscles, and listen to the heart where these rivers converge.Mr. Tang, who has always been calm, had a very violent heartbeat. He really took this matter to heart.

I clinging to his body, said with the closest and most real sense of zero distance: "Brother Wu, the money you gave is enough for me to lie down for four years in college. I don't want your money, and I won't either." Change, even if it changes in the future, it will definitely become what you still like, you, believe me."