OAS 11

He Ziwei couldn’t remember exactly when Tang Zhou let go of him. He felt like he had been drowned. By the time his awareness finally floated back to the surface, Tang Zhou was already calmly wiping his fingers clean, one by one, with a tissue.

He had come too fast, and hadn’t thought to cover himself. The cloudy fluid had sprayed in scattered drops beneath the table and onto the floor. He Ziwei glanced down quickly, then averted his eyes, feeling his ears grow hotter by the second.

His crotch was a sticky mess, the fabric near his groin completely soaked. Tang Zhou reached over, trying to help him clean up, but He Ziwei snatched the tissues away and wiped himself off in a rush. He zipped up and yanked the hem of his shirt down as far as it would go, then stood up and made a beeline for the restroom.

Tang Zhou stepped aside and let him pass, watching as he darted away. He balled up the used tissues in his hand, tossed them into the trash, and then followed slowly.

He stood outside the second stall for a long time. No matter how many times he knocked, no answer came. But he knew He Ziwei was behind that flimsy door. He didn’t even need to crouch down and check the gap beneath it.

He Ziwei wasn’t even sure what he was thinking anymore. He knew Tang Zhou was right outside. He also knew he couldn’t stay in the stall forever. His fingers were already resting on the lock, but every time he imagined the scene that might be waiting on the other side, his feet froze. He just wanted to delay that moment for as long as possible.

There were plenty of ways to resolve this. He Ziwei had tried to weasel out of their agreement, and if Tang Zhou had really been furious, he could’ve just sent the photo out. But he hadn’t. He Ziwei didn’t dare dig too deep into what that meant. He was starting to suspect that whatever was behind it might be even more terrifying than the threat of exposure.

Eventually, Tang Zhou gave the door two slow knocks, then went to the sink to wash his hands thoroughly. After that, he leaned against the wall directly across from the stall and waited.

The restroom was so quiet it felt like no one was there. Tang Zhou had already scrolled through the trending topics on Weibo, liked his way back two weeks on his WeChat feed, and was considering pulling up a movie when he finally heard a soft shuffle. He Ziwei peeked his head out.

Thankfully, the bathroom didn’t smell too bad. Otherwise, the two of them might’ve actually suffocated to death in there.

The moment He Ziwei stepped out, Tang Zhou grabbed his wrist and shoved him back inside. The lock clicked shut again. One person became two. Tang Zhou pinned him against the left partition and gave him a cold smile.

“How many times is it going to take before you learn your lesson?”

Before Tang Zhou could ask what exactly he was trying to run from, He Ziwei suddenly cut him off.

“Is this all you want? You just want to fuck
me, don’t you?”

“What?” Tang Zhou was caught off guard by the question. His expression froze for a moment, suspicion flickering beneath the surface. He had thought he kept those impulses well hidden. Hell, even he hadn’t fully figured them out yet. How could He Ziwei have noticed?

“You got bored of girls, so now you want to see what it’s like with a guy.” He Ziwei’s face was still a little red, but his tone carried a kind of resigned clarity, like he was trying to persuade a lost soul to turn back. “You didn’t have to pick me though. I’m not even good-looking, and I’m boring in bed. Besides, last time already…”

“But you’re obedient,” Tang Zhou drawled, lips curling into a mocking smile. “That tight little mouth in the back really knows how to serve.”

He Ziwei twitched at the corner of his mouth, trying to look like he didn’t care. But the look in Tang Zhou’s eyes had changed. There was a sharp coldness there now, like slivers of ice slicing across his skin.

Tang Zhou wasn’t just annoyed. He was furious. He hadn’t realized that in He Ziwei’s mind, he was nothing more than a spoiled playboy, the type who’d slept around too much and was now using him just to scratch a new itch.

“So what if I stopped being obedient?” He Ziwei asked quietly, forcing the words out like they weighed a ton. He didn’t know why he said it. Maybe he thought saying it out loud might change something.

“Stopped?” Tang Zhou scoffed. “There’s always the photo.”

That shut He Ziwei up completely.

With the photo in hand, Young Master Tang wasn’t the least bit worried about disobedience. And honestly, He Ziwei didn’t even know if he should be grateful. Maybe this was a good thing. It reminded him exactly where he stood. He was no different from someone who had signed away his body on a private contract. What he could or couldn’t do was entirely up to the man in control.

If Tang Zhou wanted him as a bedside plaything, then that’s what he was. And the moment he dared to think otherwise, Tang Zhou would waste no time showing him exactly who ran this house.

Tang Zhou hadn’t actually planned on doing anything. As far as he was concerned, He Ziwei avoiding him had already blown over. He had dragged him into the bathroom only because he didn’t want him slipping away again, and the cramped space helped create a little pressure.

But the moment He Ziwei opened his mouth and laid it all out like that, something in Tang Zhou snapped. If that was how He Ziwei saw him, then he might as well live up to it. Since he was already the spoiled, sex-obsessed prick in He Ziwei’s eyes, there was no point pretending otherwise.

“You done talking?” Tang Zhou released the grip he had on He Ziwei’s arms and took a step back, leaning against the opposite partition. He pointed to his crotch and tilted his chin. “Come here. Lick it.”

He Ziwei stared up at him in disbelief. His eyes reddened in shame and fury. His expression flickered a few times, then collapsed completely. As if the weight was too much to carry, he closed his eyes and slowly sank to his knees. With trembling hands, he unzipped Tang Zhou’s pants and pulled it out from his underwear.

His lashes fluttered. His soft pink lips parted, and the tip of his tongue peeked out hesitantly, brushing along the shaft. The moment it made contact, he flinched and drew back, as if shocked. It took him a long moment to ease back in and press a shy kiss to the tip, like the head of Tang Zhou’s cock was something sacred.

Tang Zhou’s eyes burned red. His cock swelled violently in an instant. A second ago, he had been full of anger and frustration at being misunderstood, maybe even a little hurt. But now, all he could think was that he was being ridiculous. He Ziwei hadn’t been wrong. Right now, he really was nothing but a walking hard-on, ready to fuck him until he cried just from seeing him like this.

He Ziwei stroked him a few times, then took the tip into his mouth. He tried to mimic the scenes he had seen in porn, following the motions like a tutorial, trying to suck him off. He wasn’t experienced. His teeth accidentally scraped against the skin, making Tang Zhou hiss through his teeth.

He Ziwei glanced up with a hint of guilt, not sure what the fuck was wrong with him. He had actually started to worry whether that had hurt. If their roles were reversed, Tang Zhou would’ve bitten it off without blinking. And yet here he was, feeling bad about a scrape.

Before he could get a proper look at Tang Zhou’s face, the hand on his head shoved him down. The fat, egg-sized head of Tang Zhou’s cock slammed straight into the back of his throat. His eyes rolled from the impact. His gag reflex kicked in hard, but he fought it back. Tears streamed down his cheeks.

He felt completely duped. The women in those pornos looked like they were loving it, moaning and purring like sucking cock was as easy as licking a lollipop. Reality was nothing like that crap. The moment he got out of this stall, he was going to lead the campaign to boycott Japanese porn. What the hell had he been thinking, watching that garbage? Brainwashing the public. Corrupting the youth. Complete and utter bullshit.

He Ziwei could feel the cock in his mouth swelling even larger, thrusting in and out with hard, relentless strokes. His lips could no longer close around it. Saliva spilled from the corners of his mouth with each thrust, sliding down his chin in slick trails. Tang Zhou’s shaft was completely coated, shining under the overhead light as it pumped in front of his eyes.

That trembling sense of being dominated returned, overwhelming him again. It was as if some ancient imprint of phallic worship had been hard-coded into his instincts, leaving him both terrified and, somewhere deep down, shamefully drawn to it.

The musk in his mouth grew thicker. Tang Zhou was well-endowed and tireless. He Ziwei’s jaw was aching, his cheeks sore and tight, and he just wanted it to be over. Wanting to finish it faster, he started sucking harder.

Truth be told, He Ziwei’s technique wasn’t good. He didn’t know how to control the pressure of his mouth, and his soft little tongue darted around without any clear rhythm, more teasing than pleasuring. But Tang Zhou was already worked up. The image of He Ziwei’s red-rimmed eyes and wide open mouth wrapped around his cock was enough to drive him wild. And every time he pushed deep into his throat, the involuntary contraction made him even more aroused.

Tang Zhou could feel himself getting close. He gave a few more hard thrusts, preparing to pull out. But the moment he slid halfway free, He Ziwei suddenly latched on with a hard, deliberate suck right at the tip.

That was all it took. Tang Zhou spilled everything right there, shooting load after load deep into He Ziwei’s mouth.

He Ziwei hadn’t been expecting it at all. He’d just been trying to swallow some saliva, and the next thing he knew, he was choking. By the time he managed to catch his breath, that pungent, salty taste was already flooding his mouth.

Tang Zhou watched him curl forward, hand over his mouth, shoulders shaking violently. A few fat tears splashed onto the back of his hand. Tang Zhou grabbed a tissue and passed it over.

“Spit it out. Wipe your mouth.”

He Ziwei looked up at him. His eyelashes were soaked, clumped into dark strands that curled prettily over flushed cheeks. He pouted, lips still trembling, and after a long moment spoke in a hoarse, tear-thickened voice.

“I… I swallowed it…”

The unintentional seduction was lethal.

Tang Zhou felt like his brain short-circuited. How had he never noticed how fucking good He Ziwei was at this? Even in the haze of post-orgasmic clarity, his lust reignited in a flash. He grabbed the hem of He Ziwei’s shirt, yanked it upward, and spun him around, pressing him face-first against the stall door. In a blink, he had pulled his pants down.

“No, you can’t— You just—” He Ziwei panicked. He turned his head, shouting in protest, eyes already red and wet. That look alone was enough to get Tang Zhou hard again. He started to wonder if maybe he had a thing for tears. Why else would he lose control the second he saw He Ziwei cry?

He Ziwei could feel his ass being spread open, a hard, throbbing shaft nudging against his rim, rubbing at the tight entrance again and again.

“Why don’t you tell me if I can or not,” Tang Zhou muttered, voice thick with threat. Before He Ziwei could answer, his hand reached down.

“You’re hard.”

One hand had already reached between He Ziwei’s legs. The other slipped under his shirt, fingers teasing his nipple. Tang Zhou leaned in and breathed softly behind his ear, watching with satisfaction as goosebumps rose across his skin.

“You don’t want it?” His voice was low and seductive, thick with heat and promise.

He Ziwei stayed silent. They had just finished a blowjob so intense it could have been broadcast live. The air was drenched in sex. Any man in his position would have gotten hard. It was a physiological reaction, not some kind of pathetic desperation.

“I can’t,” he finally managed, trying to hold onto reason. “I didn’t clean out. And we don’t have a condom.”

Tang Zhou paused for a moment, clearly unimpressed. As if to say, refusal dressed up with excuses wasn’t real refusal. He pulled his hand away from He Ziwei’s front, gave his ass a light slap, and let out a low chuckle.

“Don’t worry. Keep your thighs tight. I won’t go in.”

He Ziwei closed his eyes in despair. He could already picture tomorrow’s headlines:
Shocking! Two male students caught in two-hour stall hookup. Moral collapse or twisted human nature?

While his thoughts spun out of control, Tang Zhou had already started moving. His cock rubbed between He Ziwei’s legs, grinding against the soft skin of his inner thighs. His hand stroked He Ziwei’s shaft while the thick, swollen head of his cock bumped rhythmically against his balls, occasionally dragging over his rim.

He Ziwei was on edge the entire time, terrified Tang Zhou might slip in anyway. That constant tension left his nerves strung tight, and every point of contact felt even more intense than penetration.

It didn’t take long before his legs went weak. His hands lost strength, and his chest pressed up against the stall door as he gasped for breath. The thin door creaked under their weight and shook with every movement. With no one else in the bathroom, every noise bounced off the walls. The hinges groaned. Wet sounds spread from where their bodies moved together. The sharp slap of skin echoed again and again, filthy and inescapable.

The rhythm went on and on. He Ziwei flushed red and couldn’t stop himself from wanting to cry again. But at least this time he held it in. His eyes were damp and red, and his body leaned weakly into Tang Zhou, making soft noises with every squeeze and stroke of those hands that refused to stay still.

He had no idea how long it lasted. Tang Zhou picked up speed, driving in and out until both of them reached the end. Strands of cum shot across the stall door, and the inside of He Ziwei’s thighs were left drenched and sticky.

Tang Zhou pulled out a pile of tissues and started wiping between his legs. He helped him get dressed, then turned to clean the door. It wasn’t that He Ziwei didn’t want to push him away. He just couldn’t. The one doing the fucking always recovered faster than the one being fucked. They leaned against the door for a while, catching their breath. The bathroom had gone quiet again. He Ziwei had no idea if anyone had come in while it was happening. If they had, they probably turned around and left out of sheer secondhand shame.

Tang Zhou was fixing his collar and smoothing his sleeves when he noticed He Ziwei staring at him, clearly wanting to say something but holding it in.

“What is it?” he asked.

He Ziwei hesitated, then gave up trying to hold it back. His voice came out low and pitiful.

“Just now… you came twice.”

“Hm?” Tang Zhou looked confused. Was that a problem? You came twice too. Even if they were going by strict equality, two each still counted as fair.

“…That means… it should count as two condoms.”

He Ziwei’s voice was so soft it nearly vanished. But to Tang Zhou, it felt like a thunderclap straight to the skull. His eyes lit up again on the spot.

“Fuck.” He swore under his breath and took a deep breath.

Then he yanked the door open and shoved He Ziwei out.

If they kept staying in here, nobody was going to make it out alive today.