SYU 4. A Special Obsession

“What are you doing?” Chen Xiucheng frowned.

Wu Jinshan answered seriously. “I’m looking for something.”

Like hell he was.

What he pulled out… was his dick.

Chen Xiucheng was horrified. His whole body went cold. There was no way he could keep sitting on this bed. He had to grab his clothes, which were still crumpled from last night, and get away from this pervert as fast as possible.

Just ten minutes ago, Wu Jinshan had earnestly offered up his treasured collection of video files and enthusiastically invited Chen Xiucheng to watch, learn, comment, and study together.

And Chen Xiucheng swore on his life that he had no special interest in that kind of thing between men. He could say with absolute certainty that he was one hundred percent straight. It was purely out of academic curiosity, a college student’s commitment to learning, that he leaned over and took a peek.

Then Wu Jinshan, looking like he was busy searching for something, reached straight into his pants.

Chen Xiucheng glanced over at the sound.

Fuck.

Barely ten minutes had passed, and Wu Jinshan’s crotch was already pitching a tent again, towering like a damn mountain.

Chen Xiucheng’s scalp went numb. His asshole clenched. His legs trembled. Even his dick twitched like it was ready to bolt.

But Wu Jinshan saw right through him. He grabbed Chen Xiucheng by the wrist and pulled him backward. In an instant, Chen Xiucheng landed in the middle of the double bed again, just like a piece of raw fish tossed on a chopping board, laid out perfectly for someone to dig in and feast.

Forget talking things out. Wu Jinshan reached over and undid his towel. Then he grabbed hold of Chen Xiucheng’s flailing legs and dragged him closer. His hands gripped the plush flesh at the tops of his thighs and forced them apart. Just like that, the softest, pinkest part of Chen Xiucheng’s body was laid bare.

Chen Xiucheng let out a wail and started cursing. From Wu Jinshan’s siblings and parents to his ancestors, no one was spared. He didn’t spare the pigs, sheep, cows, or horses from Wu Jinshan’s family ranch either. All were slaughtered and dismembered in his tirade.

He knew Wu Jinshan couldn’t stand hearing the word “mom,” so every line of profanity included a mom-specific curse just to make it land harder.

The fight was even more intense than last night.

That mouth of his just wouldn’t stop, no matter what. Strangely, though, the one down below was much easier to deal with.

Wu Jinshan still felt a little guilty about how rough he’d been the night before. He had planned to take it slow this time, guide him gently, be patient and tender. But Chen Xiucheng’s nonstop ranting made his blood boil again. He freed one hand and thrust his longest finger deep into Chen Xiucheng’s ass. The knuckle bent cleanly, pressing right against that spot, and the screaming finally stopped, replaced by hoarse groaning.

Chen Xiucheng had just showered. The inside had been rinsed out. After the stretching and friction from last night, the area was still sensitive. That mix of resistance and overstimulation sent his nerves spinning. His dick hardened completely, a drop of fluid clinging to the tip, stretching into a thin, clear strand.

He wanted to reject every bit of this contact from the bottom of his heart, but his body betrayed him.

Wu Jinshan didn’t understand it either. Why was he getting hard over a chatterbox? Was it because after eighteen years of abstinence, that first taste had sent him into heat?

“This is just a debrief. Otherwise, you’ll keep accusing me of assault. I’m giving you a massage,” he muttered, trying to stay calm. Amid the chaos, he forced out the one remaining thought that still had any logic to it.

“Ah—ah—ah—” Chen Xiucheng was still howling.

“You clearly don’t understand human anatomy. This is prostate stimulation. It’s basically a digital rectal exam. We’re both med students. You should at least be informed.”

It was unclear how much longer Wu Jinshan’s logic would hold together.

“Mm—ah—ah—mm—” Chen Xiucheng’s moans became rhythmic.

“Fuck you! I study anesthesiology, not urology or colorectal!” he shouted, managing one clear line between gasps.

But no matter how loud he yelled, it didn’t stop what Wu Jinshan’s hand was doing. Inside, it was warm, soft, and tight, gripping his long middle finger with every flutter. Wu Jinshan was already losing himself in the sensation. All he could think about was how much better it would feel if he replaced it with his dick.

Chen Xiucheng was trembling. His voice shook, his ass shook, his whole body shook. He held onto what little pride he had left, tightened his thighs around Wu Jinshan’s waist, and just as the other froze for a moment, he arched up and swung a fist straight at his face.

Wu Jinshan flinched from the sudden squeeze. But this time he wasn’t half-asleep. He saw the punch coming and blocked it just in time before that fist could land on his face.

“I’ve only ever fucked that one ass of yours. Why do you keep trying to give me two black eyes?” He looked genuinely wounded as he leaned in closer, a strange trace of grievance in his tone. “I’ve got a special obsession with your asshole. But you already hit my left eye and now you’re going after the other one too.”

“Oh, a special obsession, huh?”

Chen Xiucheng gritted his teeth. He broke free with his right hand and laced their fingers together, locking Wu Jinshan’s left hand down. Then he clenched his ass hard, trapping Wu Jinshan’s middle finger deep inside.

“Then I’ll only hit this one eye too.”

He drew back his free hand and landed another heavy punch right on Wu Jinshan’s already swollen left eye.