BOSF 020: First Stirrings of Love

“Mm.”

Xiang Yang responded almost instantly to Ji Yan’s question.

“But…” Though Ji Yan had suggested it, he hesitated. Yet, meeting Xiang Yang’s calm, dark eyes, his doubts seemed to fade.

Xiang Yang would grow up eventually. He’d learned little from his parents over the years. If no one taught him now, what if he faced ridicule later?

Ji Yan’s heart ached for him. At this innocent age, he didn’t question why he cared so much for another or expect anything in return. He just wanted Xiang Yang to be okay, to not be crushed by harsh reality.

His face still flushed, Ji Yan steeled himself and asked again, seeking confirmation. “Are you sure you want me to help? I’ll… I’ll have to pull down your pants… touch your…”

Too embarrassed to finish, he trailed off, but Xiang Yang nodded again, showing complete trust.

Though Ji Yan said he’d remove Xiang Yang’s pants, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. “You… you take them off first.”

He’d thought Xiang Yang didn’t understand such things. Though Xiang Yang responded and looked at him, Ji Yan often felt he was projecting, guessing at Xiang Yang’s inner world. Even now, he wasn’t sure. But Xiang Yang’s actions proved he wasn’t unintelligent—he understood, just needed guidance.

Xiang Yang stood, slowly but steadily removing his outer pants, then his white underwear.

Ji Yan barely dared look, catching only a glimpse in his peripheral vision—Xiang Yang was already half-erect. Avoiding eye contact and unable to openly stare, Ji Yan felt flustered, far more nervous than Xiang Yang’s calm demeanor suggested. “Sit down first.”

Once Xiang Yang sat, Ji Yan froze, unsure how to proceed. Reaching out suddenly felt perverse, like he was some creep.

Xiang Yang waited patiently, his gaze as focused as ever.

For the first time, Ji Yan felt Xiang Yang’s stare like a physical weight, burning his cheeks. Though Xiang Yang was the one exposed, Ji Yan felt shyer. “Maybe… lie down.”

Xiang Yang obeyed, lying on his side, facing Ji Yan as they often did. They’d spent countless joyful moments on this bed—drawing, playing with toys, folding paper, even napping. They’d lie like this, gazing at each other, sometimes smiling, sometimes lost in thought, feeling time stand still.

Realizing something, Ji Yan lay down too, finding it the most relaxing position. Meeting Xiang Yang’s eyes, he glanced at the door to ensure it was locked before turning back. “I’m… I’m going to touch now.”

Avoiding Xiang Yang’s gaze, Ji Yan looked at his chest, faintly seeing the erect organ. Taking a breath, his eyes slowly drifted down, finally daring to look directly.

Unlike the soft state he’d seen while bathing, the engorged penis was more prominent, the glans defined, a bead of fluid at the tip. It’s… bigger than mine. More than a little…

His face burned, but he couldn’t look away, noting the thick ring of hair at the base.

“They say people with thick beards and body hair have strong sexual function.”

The phrase popped into Ji Yan’s mind, making his face hotter. The more he tried not to overthink, the more thoughts flooded in. Xiang Yang’s stubble grew fast now, needing a shave every few days—often by Ji Yan’s hand.

His hand trembled as it reached out, jerking when it touched Xiang Yang’s organ.

“Mmph.” Xiang Yang let out a soft grunt.

The sound was so close, like it was hummed in Ji Yan’s ear, his breath brushing his face. Ji Yan’s ears tingled, and he reflexively looked up, realizing he was too close, his head nearly buried in Xiang Yang’s chest. Xiang Yang stayed in the same position, brows slightly furrowed from the sensitive touch, his gaze never leaving Ji Yan’s face.

The boy’s restrained expression and voice had an indescribable allure—youthful, yet inexplicably stirring.

Ji Yan’s heart raced, hearing Xiang Yang’s close breathing. Somehow, he felt affected, sensing a stir in himself. Suppressing it, his face flushed, mind chaotic. “Close your eyes… don’t stare at me like that.”

The request was unreasonable, but Xiang Yang, who never questioned Ji Yan, complied, his breathing still grazing Ji Yan’s face. So close, with no hint of resistance, Xiang Yang’s devoutly closed eyes made it seem like he was waiting for a kiss. Ji Yan stared, unconsciously fixating on Xiang Yang’s soft lips, recalling their graze against his cheek.

Feeling stranger by the second, he gave up thinking. Lowering his gaze, he grasped the half-hard organ.

With just that motion, Xiang Yang’s penis visibly swelled, fully erect. He grunted again.

It’s normal, just a physical reaction…

Despite reassuring himself, Ji Yan’s face burned, ears red. His trembling fingers caressed lightly, unsure of the pressure, afraid of hurting Xiang Yang.

Suddenly, Xiang Yang’s hand covered his, gripping tightly, not letting go—an instinctive move, recognizing the pleasure of self-relief.

Ji Yan recalled his own first time, how good it felt, instinctively finding the way. Xiang Yang’s grip sped up, moving erratically. Ji Yan couldn’t help but guide, “Xiang Yang, higher… a bit higher. Look down…”

Xiang Yang loosened his grip, squinting open his eyes, their dark depth slightly dazed, yet more profound.

Meeting his gaze, Ji Yan circled the glans, thumb teasing the tip and groove. “Like this… like this…”

Before he could pull back, Xiang Yang gripped his hand again, using it to pleasure himself. Ji Yan, who kept his nails trimmed, feared hurting him and went along. Hearing Xiang Yang’s uneven breaths, he felt like he was on a rollercoaster.

There’s always a sign before climax. Ji Yan felt a shudder in his hand, tried to pull away, but couldn’t. Warm fluid spilled into his palm—Xiang Yang’s.

His mind blanked, unable to think. Then, something shocked him more—

“Ji Yan…” Xiang Yang called his name, unprompted. After so long, so many attempts, Ji Yan finally heard it.

The low voice exploded in his ears like thunder, sending shivers down his scalp. The stirrings of first love came without warning, catching him unprepared.

Xiang Yang might not realize it, but Ji Yan sensed his feelings first.

Staring into Xiang Yang’s deep, dark eyes, Ji Yan didn’t know what to do or how to respond, clueless about how it came to this.

He jumped up, bolted from the bed, and fled.