EWH 8

“Fuck, who fuck are you calling that?”

Yang Moshou was still in a daze. “Huh? It’s over already?”

He reached down to touch between them and found that Xu Wanhe was still inside him, just not as hard as before.

“What’s wrong with you?”

This time, Xu Wanhe was genuinely pissed.

Two times with this guy, and both times ended too quick. Fucking humiliating.

He didn’t respond. Just pulled out and grabbed Yang Moshou’s leg to flip him over.

“Don’t call me husband. That shit’s disgusting.”

He stroked himself back to full hardness, eyes locked on Yang Moshou’s reflection in the mirror.

“Watch closely. Watch how I fuck you until you can’t move.”

Yang Moshou felt a flicker of fear at his words, but then thought, what’s the worst Xu Wanhe could do? At most, fuck him into another anal tear.

Just as that thought crossed his mind, something thick and hard shoved into him from behind. It was way hotter than before, and the sensation felt different this time.

Xu Wanhe wasn’t wearing a condom.

That tight little hole had already been stretched open earlier and could now take the sudden intrusion. Yang Moshou tried to shift his posture, but before he could move, Xu Wanhe had already started thrusting.

A few shallow strokes, then one deep one, brushing right along his inner wall, sending jolts of numb, tingling pleasure through him.

Yang Moshou let out a few breathy moans, braced himself with both hands, and lifted his head to look at the mirror.

Xu Wanhe’s face looked different from usual. His brows were drawn tight, skin sheened with sweat, even his lashes were damp. There was something in his expression, something magnetic that words couldn’t capture.

Yang Moshou felt his cheeks flush. His moans started coming faster.

After a few tight strokes, Xu Wanhe pulled out completely, took a breath, then shoved it back in through that twitching hole. He went straight for the sensitive spot inside, pounding it hard. The fierce rhythm didn’t take long to leave Yang Moshou’s cock hanging between his legs, slick with pearly strands.

Pre-cum dripped out in sticky trails, and his legs gave out beneath him, sinking limp and trembling.

His mind sparked like it was short-circuiting, his passage clenched tight around the thick cock inside him, squeezing so hard it made filthy squelching noises echo in the bathroom.

Xu Wanhe felt his body sink a little and placed both hands on either side of him, pushing even deeper into that tight heat.

Yang Moshou’s face burned. His eyes were out of focus.

“Ah… mm…”

Xu Wanhe’s strength was shockingly overwhelming. He pounded deep from behind, mercilessly abusing that one sweet spot.

Yang Moshou tried to open his eyes, but the figure in the mirror was a blur. He couldn’t see a damn thing.

Xu Wanhe fucked him hard while lifting his waist with one hand.

“Arch your back. What, already collapsing?”

Yang Moshou couldn’t even speak. The sounds from his mouth were half sobs.

The sound made Xu Wanhe itch all over. He stopped talking and lowered his head, flipping Yang Moshou over and fucking him relentlessly from all angles, until the man was crying and begging like a mess.

Only then did Xu Wanhe finally release, shooting every last drop of cum deep into his body.

They went at it again.

By the time Xu Wanhe was fucking him while standing, Yang Moshou’s legs were shaking uncontrollably.

Exhausted, but so damn satisfied.

Yang Moshou came even more times than Xu Wanhe, and by the last one, it was so thin it barely looked like anything.

By the time they finished, the sky outside was already getting dark.

Xu Wanhe, completely worn out, found a spot and crashed into sleep.

Yang Moshou sat on the toilet for a full hour, only then managing to push out all the cum that had been pumped deep into his guts.

When he finally came out, Xu Wanhe was already fast asleep.

Yang Moshou lowered his eyes. The man was sprawled out on the bed, pants half-on, hanging loosely around his hips. The muscles of his waist and ass formed a tight curve.

Yang Moshou gazed at him. Deep down, he really wanted to climb into bed and fall asleep beside him.

The two of them sharing a blanket. He would wear pajama pants, while the other had to sleep bare-assed. That way, he could touch him whenever he wanted, and if he felt like it, he might even let the guy slip a hand into his pants and have a feel.

Just thinking about it felt unbelievably good.

He was standing beside Xu Wanhe’s bed, giggling like a pervert for a solid minute before Xu Wanhe suddenly rolled over.

Startled, Yang Moshou quickly turned and left the room.

Yang Moshou left the room and casually started getting dressed. As he pulled on his clothes, he curled his lips, muttering to himself that it was fine. He was still young, still tight, his ass fresh and ready to bloom. Catching an old cucumber like that guy shouldn’t be too hard.

That thought made him feel better.

Once he was done getting dressed, he opened the door and left the house. He half-squatted in a taxi and went home.

That night, Yang Moshou came down with a mild fever.

He popped a fever pill, pulled out the thick winter quilt from his closet, and climbed into bed early, hoping to sweat it out.

After lying there for half an hour, his whole body felt like it was on fire. Even his ass burned like hell. He reached back to touch it and found it swollen badly, with a little bit of blood too.

There was only one mirror in his place, the one above the bathroom sink. Good for checking his face, but definitely not for this. And with the fever making him feel like shit, he couldn’t be bothered to contort himself into weird angles just to get a look.

All he could think was, shit, hopefully it wasn’t perianal inflammation or some kind of mucosal rupture. Better get it checked out in the morning, just in case.

The next morning, when Xiao Wang from the proctology clinic saw Yang Moshou again, his expression was no longer the same as usual.

His eyes were calm, and the look on his face was somewhere between a smirk and a smile.

“…Xiao Yang… have you had breakfast? I just washed some strawberries. Come try them. Eating more fruit is good. Helps with digestion and bowel movement.”

After tossing and turning the whole night, Yang Moshou’s fever had finally gone down. Even so, his face still looked a little pale. He stood quietly by the desk, reached into the small bowl beside Xiao Wang, and picked up a fresh strawberry. “Thanks.”

“So… what’re you here for? Don’t tell me it’s another checkup.”

Yang Moshou took his time eating. When he noticed there weren’t many strawberries left in the bowl, he started feeling a bit awkward. “Yeah.”

Xiao Wang let out a long sigh. “I was about to pass out waiting for you to say something. What is it now? Don’t tell me it’s another anal fissure…”

Yang Moshou shook his head. “No. Not this time.”

Then he paused.

Then he paused for a moment. “I didn’t study this part well back in school, and I can’t check it myself. I figured coming to you for a look would give me peace of mind. Most importantly, it’s free.”

Xiao Wang got up and headed toward the exam room. “Alright, come in.”

Yang Moshou followed behind, quickly climbed onto the bed, pulled his pants down, hugged his knees, and waited.

Xiao Wang put on his gloves, stared at that flushed little hole for a while, then took the gloves off. “Xiao Yang, don’t come again. You’re fine. Everything looks good.”

After removing the gloves, Xiao Wang sighed.

“You keep coming here and it’s starting to make me feel awkward. It’s a little weird.”