I finally graduated from college and will be starting graduate school in September. Time really flies; in the blink of an eye I'm already twenty-two. This summer was too hot, so hot that I had no interest in sex at all. Besides soaking in the swimming pool every afternoon, I basically stayed home and didn't go out. A lot of websites were blocked, which was really quite boring. In a little over a month, I only had sex with two people I knew before, and it wasn't very satisfying.
I am 172 cm tall, weigh 60 kg, and have a sunny appearance, a pure bottom. But today is something to look forward to. Over a week ago, I found a friend in a chat room—an American, 184 cm tall, 95 kg, a bear. I am very interested in foreigners and have had sex with them a few times, but I have never tried a bear before. Watching videos, seeing muscular bears always gives me an inexplicable excitement—their hairy, robust bodies feel strong and powerful. Note, it's a bear, not a pig; not fat but muscular, which is fundamentally different.
We video chatted; his appearance was passable. He was very interested in me, saying he liked slender Asians. He was a bit older, forty-five, but his big dick genuinely excited me. From the video, it looked huge and thick; he said it was eight and a half inches, which converts to about twenty-one centimeters. My god, I had never encountered anything like that before. What made me decide to meet him was that the sexual style he described was something I particularly accepted—rough. In his words: crazy, intense.
He flew here on a business trip today, and will go to Beijing in three days; I guess he has already arrived by now. I washed myself very carefully, especially the back. I’m used to giving myself an enema before a big session, so I can handle craziness and intensity. After showering, I found a text message: Little bitch, I’m at XXXX Grand Hotel. Can your little ass feel the hardness of my big dick? Come quickly.
My dick instantly hardened. Trembling, I slipped on an extremely tight white thong, completely exposed in the back with only a thin strap, then pulled on a pair of shorts and a fresh T-shirt. I went out to hail a cab. At 1:30 PM, the sun was blazing. The twenty-minute ride felt endless, during which I kept fantasizing about the passionate scene to come, my dick staying erect the whole time. Finally, I stood at the door of his room, held my breath, and pressed the bell.
The door opened, and a mountain blocked my way. He wore a friendly smile, pulled me into the room, and double-locked the door. It was a small suite facing the river, offering a beautiful view of the Bund and the river scenery.
He was really sturdy, with thick arms and legs, bulging chest muscles and abs, a bit balding, looking to be in his forties, wearing a polo shirt and a pair of cropped pants. He warmly greeted me to sit down and got me a bottle of Evian mineral water. “Nice, so nice.” He kept praising it, and also explained that he had already been at the hotel for three hours, had slept for a while, and complained about the city’s heat. I didn’t say much, just listened to his rambling.
It began. He asked me if I wanted to take a shower; I said I had washed before going out.
“Then can we start?” As he said that, he pulled me into his arms. His sturdy body thrust straight into my clothes and began stroking my body. “So smooth!” He fondled my nipples with his hand and quickly pulled off my top.
With a light lift from him, I was sitting face-to-face on his lap. He began teasingly caressing my face and upper body with both large hands, squeezing my two pink nipples. “Ah!” I couldn’t help crying out. He pushed his luck and stuck out his tongue, beginning to lick my nipples. My nipples were very sensitive, and under his forceful licking and sucking, I was getting a bit unable to تحمل it. His other hand firmly gripped my crotch. I was already rock-hard, and he started pulling down my outer shorts. With his immense strength, he lifted slightly and smoothly pulled my shorts down.
“Haha, such a sexy T-back.” His tone had already turned bad, very teasing. “Wow, it’s already wet.” Through my little panties he tightly gripped my dick, then started fondling my butt, but didn’t go further; he just pulled the thin strap at the back of my panties and stopped. He wanted to play slowly.
He shoved me, and I dropped to my knees. I knew I had to serve him now. “Want to see the big guy inside?” I started undoing his pants, pulled down the zipper, and a huge, monster-like thick shaft hung off to one side. I used my hand to pull it out—so big, so heavy, and it felt substantial in my hand; the head was huge, the whole thing was slightly crescent-shaped, and the pubic hair was trimmed very short, brownish-black. He took off his shirt, revealing a massive chest; his whole body was covered in hair—he was truly a bear!
He gently pressed the top of my head, and I naturally leaned toward the base of his shaft, forcefully inhaling the thick smell there. I parted my thin lips, stuck out my tongue, and began licking his big glans, urethral opening, and the rim. There was a salty, pungent smell of urine. I licked all the way from the head to the base. He pressed my head with his hand, signaling me to wrap him with my mouth. I opened my mouth fully, trying hard to take him in, but after only a third had gone in it was already pressing against my throat. I started stroking up and down; after spitting it out, I turned my head and licked his base again, carefully licking his scrotum for him, then came back to give him oral sex.
This time he seemed unsatisfied, forcefully pressing my head down, trying to shove his entire dick into my throat. I resisted hard, but it went in halfway, then three-quarters. The pressure from his hands on my head grew stronger, and he started groaning excitedly. I really couldn't take it anymore, feeling nauseous, and struggled to lift my head. He gave up—his was just too thick and long.
“You can!” he said, then shoved JB back into my mouth again. This time I used all my strength and finally swallowed all of his huge JB. Deep-throating was still very stimulating.
After resting for a while, I lifted my head and began licking his abdomen, chest, nipples, and then his thick neck. He was extremely aroused and stood up. I knelt on the floor while he grabbed his big dick and started rubbing it against my face, then lightly slapping me. “You like it? Like it?” I nodded and began enthusiastically giving him a blowjob. He held down my head for a while, stroked his own body for a while, and began thrusting his hips back and forth.
Then he lifted my chin, looked down at me with a mischievous grin: 'I'm going to fuck you!' He grabbed me and threw me onto the bed. His bear-like body pressed down on me immediately, I couldn't breathe. He rubbed his hairy body against mine, I felt roughness and heaviness.
He flipped me over, lifted my waist, and I ended up sprawled on the bed like a dog. He started playing with my ass. He forcefully kneaded my butt, then forcefully pried apart the two cheeks, tightening my panties so the straps rubbed tightly against my anus. “Such a beautiful asshole, so smooth.” He lifted the straps and flicked my anus with them like elastic bands; he was really bad. His rough fingers began pressing directly on my asshole, and I let out a teasing moan.
He pressed hard with his finger, and a small section of it went into my asshole. I quickly shook my hips to break free, because it hurt a lot. “No, don’t do that!” He brought the finger that had just gone into my asshole up to the front and put it into my mouth; I could only help lubricate him. Then he spat hard onto my asshole and started fingering me. One finger seemed not enough for him, so he quickly pulled off my panties, then opened the bedside drawer and took out a black plastic bottle of lubricant to lube me from behind. This time he inserted two fingers at once, and my moans grew louder. Then came three fingers, which was the most I could endure.
He seemed to be playing with my asshole very seriously. I endured it as best I could, knowing that he was experienced—Asian asses are tight and small, and he had to loosen it first before it could accept the thrusting that would come later.
“What a nice ass, so elastic. How many dicks have been in it?” I ignored him and kept moaning.
He knelt on top of me and started rubbing my asshole with his big cock. “No, you absolutely mustn't shove it in, where are the condoms?” He pulled open the drawer again, took out a condom, and quickly put it on.
“No, I’ll add some lubricant for you again.” I suddenly sat up, squeezed out lubricant, carefully applying it to his terrifyingly huge dick, then lubricated my own asshole as well. “Can I sit on it myself? Yours is too big.”
He was very cooperative and lay back on the bed. His abdomen and chest rose high, and compared with that my body was so small and delicate. I took a breath, straddled him, steadied his JB with my hand, and slowly sat down. The huge glans began to push into my anus. To be honest, my anus wasn’t very tight, but in front of such a huge penis, I still felt pain. It really hurt. I tried my best to open my sphincter and endure the squeezing. Throughout the slow process, I moaned while begging him not to move.
The glans finally went in. I slowly sat down, seemingly having reached the deepest point, but upon touching with my hand, there was still a large portion outside. I began to doubt whether I could withstand this JB.
“Keep going, keep going, you can do it.” he actually encouraged me; it seemed he was really an old hand. Finally, the whole thing went in root-first. I didn’t dare move, continuing to take deep breaths. And he began slowly twisting his body. I also slowly adjusted up and down myself to this huge dick. He held my waist, lifted me slightly, and I was somewhat suspended, then he began thrusting in and out. It finally started!
"Take it slow!" I begged him. He seemed to understand very well, and really did thrust in and out slowly. I slowly adjusted to it, feeling every cell in my ass being inspected by that huge cock. My hands rested on his strong belly, stroking up and down. Little by little, I started lying on top of him, my hands on his chest, feeling his height and sturdiness. After fucking like this for a few minutes, he began adjusting his position and increased the force as he thrust upward. "Ah, ah, ah!" I moaned loudly. He sped up, and my God, it felt amazing.
He seemed uninterested in that position, so he grabbed me up off him, yanked his big dick out of my asshole, then laid me on the bed, pressed down face to face, and thrust in quickly. Then came a frantic pounding. “Oh, wait, I can't take it!” He took out a bottle of poppers. “The strongest one, sniff it!” I opened it and took a hard hit. Heat rushed through me, and he seized the chance to fuck me hard. The poppers drove away the pain and awakened my sluttiness, and I began shouting loudly. “Fuck me! Fuck me!”
“Do you like it, like being fucked like this? Bitch!” He pulled me to the edge of the bed, standing on the floor beside it so his force became even greater. I was starting to get dizzy and took another hit of poppers. He held my shoulders down and yanked me toward him desperately, while he thrust even harder. My hand reached to the place where we were joined, feeling the huge penis going in and out of my asshole. After five minutes of rough fucking, the room was filled with nothing but my moans, his English dirty curses, and the slapping sounds of bodies colliding.
He suddenly picked me up, and in his hands I was as light as a toy. His big belly pressed against my abdomen, and he forcefully shook me up and down; the part bearing the force was his penis, a feeling of being fucked all the way through. He put me by the window. I faced the river view, standing with my legs apart, butt raised, hands braced on the bed. He adjusted his position and aimed at my asshole. “Slut, this is your sex organ, your sex organ is your asshole.” He shouted loudly, then slammed in hard and pulled out hard, teasing me back and forth more than ten times, and then it became a three-hundred-round battle. I endured his fierce fucking, watching the boats on the river and the grandeur of the Bund. His hand also pressed against my shoulder as he fucked me savagely. My dick was hard as hell; he helped me jerk off with his hand, and started pinching and teasing my nipples again. In the end, he grabbed my ass like he was grabbing a chick and began fucking like crazy.
Three minutes later, he suddenly pulled out and began looking at my ass. “Bitch, your ass is so big now, feels so good.” “Keep going, please!” I moaned wantonly. “Don’t stop, fuck me to death.” He thrust back in again, then stopped moving. I could only rock my body back and forth myself. Enjoying my sluttiness, he began slapping my ass with his hand. I felt the urge to pee swelling up, and knowing I was probably about to be fucked and cum, I stopped. “Stop, stop, I might cum, take a break.”
I decisively pulled out his penis, then turned around to hug him, stood on tiptoe to kiss him. He forcefully sucked my saliva, his tongue roaming freely in my mouth. I whispered, 'It feels so good being fucked by you; you're too strong.' After kissing for two minutes, I moved to get the poppers, took a few deep breaths, and desire took over my body again. I started hugging him again, licking his body, then knelt down wanting to give him a blowjob. Since he was wearing a condom, I brought my face close to his groin to sniff. He suddenly turned around and raised his butt. 'Lick my ass.' I moved to his butt crack—such a big butt, all hairy. I started licking diligently. He growled, calling me slut, bitch, trash. He seemed to be spreading his asshole open; I licked hard with my tongue, reaching into his anal canal. He jerked off with his hand.
Then he quickly turned around, making me kneel on the ground. He rode onto my buttocks, thrusting his dick into my body with all his might. This position was unprecedentedly deep, he fucked me mercilessly. 'Fuck me to death, fuck me to death! Daddy, fuck me to death!' I screamed like crazy, my body reaching its limit. He grabbed my hair with one hand, the other hand shoved into my mouth. 'You fucking bitch, so damn cheap!' 'You're the cheapest Asian bitch I've ever seen!' He fucked like this wildly for ten minutes.
I was feeling a bit tired, so I lay down on the ground with my upper body flat, trying my best to raise my butt. He also got off me and started kneeling to fuck me. I took a few more deep breaths of poppers and got horny again. Slap, slap, slap—the sound of bodies colliding echoed through the room. His hand reached to my chest and began forcefully pinching my nipples, then grabbed my butt and started using all his strength. What a lewd scene—my butt was quite perky, but in front of him, it seemed small, and his huge body appeared disproportionate behind me, especially his massive cock embedded in my asshole, taking up a third of my butt's width. If filmed, it would definitely be an absolutely thrilling gay porn.
I started jerking off because I felt it should end. He rode on top of me again, speeding up his rhythm, one hand reaching behind, two fingers along with his big dick inserted into my anus. "Oh!" I let out a muffled groan. I stopped jerking off and propped up my body. After he fucked me hard a few times, my dick shot out waves of semen, forcefully spurting in front of me. He felt the contraction of my anus and started thrusting even more vigorously. All I could do was moan, enduring his rough fucking. My eyes could no longer see the Bund clearly; I felt like I was about to pass out. He was thrusting with unprecedented strength and frequency. After what felt like another long five minutes, he was finally about to ejaculate. With lightning speed, he pulled out of my body, lifted me up, took off the condom, stuffed it into my mouth, and shot powerful streams of semen into my mouth and throat, filling it completely. "Swallow it!" I did as told.
He sat down on the sofa with a plop. I lay exhausted on the floor. No one said a word. Then I got up to take a shower. In the mirror, my ass was beaten bright red, and my anus was gaping open like a bloody mouth. I checked the time; I guessed that from when his big dick entered my ass until he pulled out, it must have been no less than fifty minutes. I was washing up……
We went at it wildly one more time that night. The next night, and the night after that, my poor anus suffered 'humiliation,' but these days were truly blissfully sexual. Each time, he used the same rough yet precise force, pushing me to the limit again and again and pulling me back. Sometimes we would stop to drink water, look at the river view, and then he would press me against the window or the sofa to continue. Poppers, lube, condoms—everything in the room became a prop for our desire.
By the end of the three days, I could hardly walk out of the hotel door. My body was sore and weak, my ass slightly swollen, yet with a kind of satisfaction after being completely filled and possessed. When he left, he whispered “Good boy” in my ear, then patted my butt. Standing in the wind by the river, I felt that this hot summer had finally gained a temperature worth remembering.
Since then, I would occasionally think back to those three days—the tall body, the thick and long dick, the crashing sounds in the room, and how I had completely let myself go beneath him. Whether it was novelty or something else, that was just an encounter between the two of us: voluntary, intense, and without reserve.
After three days ended, he went to Beijing. The morning he left, I still went to the hotel. He had already packed his luggage and was wearing only a pair of gray athletic shorts, his upper body bare, with chest hair and belly hair especially thick in the morning light. After I went in, he said nothing, just pulled me into the bathroom. As the hot water poured down, he embraced me from behind, and his thick fingers once again probed into my body. I braced myself against the tiles and quietly begged him to be gentler, but he only gave a low laugh, cursing in English, “little slut,” then turned me around and made me sit on the sink. He put on the condom and slowly pushed in. This time it was not as rough as last night, but deeper and steadier. My legs wrapped around his waist, and looking at myself in the mirror being filled by him, I actually felt a little reluctant to part with him.
After finishing, he helped clean me up, kissed my forehead, and said, 'If I come back to this city, I'll look for you.' I nodded without asking more. When I saw him off downstairs, he patted my butt and said haltingly in Chinese, 'Goodbye, little bitch.' Standing in the hotel lobby, watching his tall figure disappear behind the revolving door, I suddenly felt these three days were like an overly realistic dream.
After getting home, I lay on my small bed, my body still retaining the feeling of being stretched open. My anus was slightly swollen, and I felt a slight odd sensation when walking. I opened my phone and looked through several photos he had sent—all selfies, some showing half of his chest muscles, some only capturing the thick base of his thighs. I saved the photos into an encrypted album, then went to shower. When the hot water hit my body, my fingers unconsciously reached toward the back again, recalling the sense of fullness when he entered me. That night I did it to myself again, ejaculating onto the bathroom tiles, imagining that he was still behind me.
The following days returned to monotony. Before graduate school started, I still went to the swimming pool for a while each day, watching movies or chatting at home in the evenings. Occasionally, I would open that chat room to see if there were any new people. A few times, someone sent a video invitation; I clicked to look, mostly locals with ordinary builds, which didn't spark much interest in me. I began to realize that after those three days, I had developed a clearer preference for 'muscular' and 'big.' Before, I thought 'close enough' was fine, but now I would subconsciously compare—did they have shoulders as broad as his, did they have that same heavy weight, was there that same feeling of being stretched to the point of splitting when he entered.
Half a month later, he sent a text message from Beijing: How are you, little slut? I replied: Fine. My asshole had already recovered. He sent back a mischievous grin emoji, then sent a voice message, saying in English that he had also found an Asian boy in Beijing, but "not as tight as you, and not as good at moaning as you." After listening, I felt my face heat up, yet I couldn't help replying: Then will you look for me next time too? He quickly replied: Of course. Next time I'll fuck you longer.
This sentence kept me hard all day.
At the beginning of September, graduate school started. The new campus was much bigger than the undergraduate one, and the dormitory was a room for two. My roommate was a quiet engineering student with regular routines and hardly bothered me at all. I hid that encrypted album deeper, and at night after my roommate fell asleep, I would put on my headphones and listen again to his voice messages, or look at his photos and take care of myself. Sometimes I would think of him standing by the window fucking me, the river view before my eyes while he drove me again and again to the deepest place. That feeling of being completely occupied became the fantasy material I used most when I was alone.
In mid-October, he came to this city again. This time he stayed only two days and was still in the same hotel. When the text message came, I was in the library; the moment I saw it, I was instantly hard. I replied: What time? He answered: Now. I immediately packed up, went back to the dorm to get a change of clothes, cleaned myself up carefully, and took a taxi over.
This time when he opened the door, he was only wearing a towel around his waist, and his physique looked more toned than last time. As soon as I entered, he pressed me against the wall and kissed me deeply, his tongue almost reaching my throat. His hand went straight into my pants, kneading my butt, and he whispered, 'Did you miss me?' I nodded. He smiled, picked me up, threw me onto the bed, and quickly stripped off my clothes just like last time.
This time we didn't have much foreplay. He put on a condom, applied a generous amount of lubricant, and directly had me kneel by the bed. When the massive glans pressed against me, I couldn't help but gasp. He patted my buttocks: 'Relax, you know you can take it.' I took a deep breath and tried to open myself as much as possible. He pushed in slowly and firmly until he was fully inside. I lay on the bed, fingers gripping the sheets, feeling the intertwined sensations of being completely filled—both the ache and the pleasure.
He started moving. At first he was still fairly restrained, but later he got faster and heavier. The sound of flesh striking flesh rang out again in the room. He grabbed my waist and drove into me to the deepest point each time, cursing at me in English mixed with Chinese. I was fucked so hard I could hardly say complete sentences, able only to cry out in fragments. He asked if I liked it, and I could only nod. He asked again if I wanted to be fucked harder, and I said hoarsely that I did.
He shifted into a face-to-face position, pressing my legs up against my chest, nearly folding me in half. From this angle he went in extremely deep, and I felt as if I were about to be pierced through. He looked down at the point of joining, his eyes satisfied, then sped up. I couldn't stand it and reached out to push at his stomach, but he grabbed my wrist and pinned it above my head, continuing to pound mercilessly. Poppers were handed to my mouth again, and I inhaled several hard hits; the pain was instantly replaced by magnified pleasure. I began to lift my hips actively to meet him, shouting incoherently, "Deeper, a little deeper" "Fuck me to death."
During ejaculation, he didn't pull out but pushed hard into the deepest part, releasing with a low roar. Even through the condom, I could feel his throbbing. He lay on me panting for a while before slowly withdrawing. My asshole couldn't close immediately, slightly open with the redness and swelling from overuse. He gently flicked it with his finger and said with a smile, 'So beautiful.'
We did it twice more that night. Once in the shower, he entered from behind, hot water rushing over our overlapping bodies; once by the window, my hands braced against the glass, watching the night view blur with each of his thrusts. The next morning, he woke up inside me and slowly started moving again. I drowsily matched his rhythm until he came again.
When seeing him off, I clearly felt my walking posture was somewhat unnatural. He noticed and deliberately patted my butt in the elevator, whispering, 'Remember to miss me.' I nodded, blushing.
Since then, we kept in touch irregularly. Every time he came to this city, he would tell me in advance. Sometimes he would only stay one night, sometimes two or three days. Every time I would clean up beforehand, put on the tight thong he liked, and go to the hotel. Our rhythm became more and more familiar—he knew where I was sensitive, and I knew how he liked me to moan and how tightly I should clench. Sometimes he would ask me to put on specific clothes, such as only his oversized T-shirt with nothing underneath; sometimes he would make me kneel and crawl over, use my mouth to make him hard, and then I would sit on top of him myself.
Once before his business trip ended, he specifically stayed an extra day. That day we hardly went out, doing it from morning till night. He had me try more positions—side entry, standing while being carried, leaning over the sofa armrest. Each time he would fuck me until I was nearly unconscious, then use his fingers or tongue to make me climax again. When it ended, I lay on the messy sheets, my body covered in kiss marks and fingerprints, my asshole once again swollen and unable to close. He leaned against the headboard smoking (though the hotel banned smoking, he opened the window), looked at me, and suddenly said, 'You're the most compatible boy I've met in Asia.'
That sentence made my heart feel an unusual softness. I didn't answer, just crawled over and leaned against his solid chest, listening to his strong heartbeat.
Graduate student life continued. The coursework wasn't too heavy, giving me enough time for the gym. I began consciously working on my core and glutes, hoping to better withstand him. Sometimes I'd examine my body in the mirror, imagining how he would evaluate it next time. People still occasionally messaged me in the chat room, but I replied less and less. Most of the time, I preferred to save my desires for those few real, intense meetings.
When winter came, he appeared again. This time the hotel was a different one, on a higher floor, and the lights of the whole city could be seen outside the window. We went crazy. He loosely tied my wrists to the headboard with a tie, leaving me completely unable to refuse, able only to endure his entry, each time deeper than the last. Poppers, lubricant, his sweat, and low growls mixed into the hottest memory of that winter. At the end, he untied the tie and held me in his arms, kissing my forehead with rare tenderness.
“Next year I may be transferred to a permanent post in Asia,” he suddenly said.
I was taken aback for a moment, my heart skipping a beat. 'Really?'
“I’m not sure yet. If it works out, would you be willing to see me often?”
I looked at his hairy chest, recalling every time over these months I had been filled by him, fucked to the limit, and nodded.
"I’m willing."
He laughed, his hand sliding again to my butt and patting it lightly. “Then keep your little asshole tight and wait for me.”
He teased me until I got hard again. He noticed, chuckled softly, flipped me over, and pressed me down, his re-hardened cock pressing against my still swollen entrance.
“Since you're still hard, then let's do it once more.”
I didn't refuse. My legs actively parted, welcoming his familiar, rough yet precise entry. The sound of bodies colliding filled the room again, the city lights outside the window turning into blurred specks of light in my swaying vision. Under him, I completely let go, crying out, meeting him, leaving all restraint outside the door.
This time, we did it for a long time. So long that I could hardly remember how many times I came, so long that the sky outside the window began to lighten. When he finally pulled out and came on my lower abdomen, I couldn't even be bothered to move a finger. He wiped me clean with a towel and then pulled me into his embrace.
“Sleep.” he said in Chinese, his pronunciation still not quite standard.
I closed my eyes, listening to his gradually steadying breath, feeling the lingering sensation of being stretched open deep inside my body. The sounds of impact, the low roars, and the image of myself completely letting go beneath him surfaced clearly in my mind again.
Whether it's猎奇 (thrill-seeking) or另类 (alternative), this is just between the two of us, one after another voluntary, intense, unreserved encounter. And now, it seems these encounters have the possibility of continuing.
The daylight outside the window grew brighter and brighter. I fell into a deep sleep in his sturdy embrace, a trace of contentment curving at the corner of my mouth. My body still ached, but my heart was unexpectedly calm.
In the following days, I began to wait more attentively for the next text message. Graduate school papers, experiments, and group discussions all became the mundane backdrop during the waiting intervals. Occasionally, late at night in the quiet, I would open the encrypted photo album, flipping through his pictures one by one, or listen to the voice messages he sent. Those voices carried his unique low and husky tone, always making me harden quickly.
Once he sent a very short video, only showing his lower half masturbating, his thick, long cock slowly stroked in his hand, the tip already oozing clear fluid. At the end of the video, he dipped a finger in it, brought it to the camera, and said in English, 'Miss your mouth, and your asshole.' After watching it, I almost immediately went to the bathroom and took care of myself as fast as possible.
Such contact became a secret默契 between us. He wouldn't send messages every day, but each time he appeared, it was with clear desire and arrangements. And I, too, gradually grew accustomed to these irregular yet intense reunions.
As spring was nearing its end, he finally confirmed the news of his transfer. The text message was just a short line: Starting next month, I'll be stationed there long-term. Are you ready, little bitch?
I stared at the screen for a long time, then replied: Ready.
That night, alone in the dormitory, I imagined the possibility of meeting more frequently in the future, feeling both excited and somewhat nervous. Excited about being so thoroughly entered and possessed by him again, nervous about how this relationship would continue—whether it would remain purely physical or if more ambiguous things would slowly grow.
But that was all for later.
Now, I just want to see him again as soon as possible. To see that tall body, the thick, long cock, the familiar sound of impact in the room, and the sight of myself completely letting go beneath him.
Whether it's curiosity or something alternative, at least at this moment, I clearly know—this is the intense, real desire I voluntarily chose. And he clearly was too.
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