SYU 10. Exclusive Claim

Make me feel good?

In Public restroom? Field fuck? That wild?

That line instantly deleted all of Wu Jinshan’s carefully drafted plans A through G.

Even though this situation wasn’t quite what he had imagined, he couldn’t back down now.

He didn’t hesitate for long. He stepped toward Chen Xiucheng, threw an arm around his shoulders, and calmly steered him deeper into the corner.

“Don’t even think about begging for mercy,” Chen Xiucheng snapped. He shoved Wu Jinshan’s hand away and jabbed a finger at him. “Unless you make sure I feel good today, you’re not walking out of this bathroom.”

Wu Jinshan might have been taller, but Chen Xiucheng was a few months older. That was probably the one thing he felt gave him the upper hand.

Wu Jinshan lowered his gaze, turned to face him, and reached out to untie the drawstring on Chen Xiucheng’s pants.

Chen Xiucheng jumped. “What the hell are you doing?”

Wu Jinshan didn’t let go. He gripped the waistband and tugged him closer. “Didn’t you say you wanted to feel good? I’ll blow you.”

“What? Wait, are you serious?” Chen Xiucheng froze, a jolt of panic tightening in his chest. He was used to bluffing, but he had never expected to be hoisted by his own petard.

But Wu Jinshan clearly wasn’t bluffing. He looked up at him with a glint in his eye, then yanked down his pants and pulled his dick out from his underwear.

Chen Xiucheng wasn’t strong enough to stop him. Before he could react, Wu Jinshan was already crouching in front of him, his face inches from his cock. Chen Xiucheng shoved him hard.

“Wait, don’t. I need to wash it first.”

“Wash what?” Wu Jinshan grabbed him by the waist and forcibly turned him away from the sink. “You showered last night, didn’t you?”

“But I peed this morning,” Chen Xiucheng stammered. He really hadn’t thought things would go this far. He had just wanted to scare Wu Jinshan a little.

Wu Jinshan didn’t seem to care. He splashed on some water, and with it still wet, went down and gave it a few licks before taking it straight into his mouth.

“Shit—slow down.” Chen Xiucheng’s heart was pounding like crazy, his cheeks flushed and burning.

His brain was fogged up, and he couldn’t even process what was happening anymore. It felt like a hallucination. Wu Jinshan was actually giving him a blowjob.

At first, Chen Xiucheng felt a little nervous, thrown off by how things had escalated. Letting a roommate do something like this just because of a few angry words wasn’t exactly decent.

But the guilt only lasted a few seconds before it was replaced by irritation.

“You’re bad in bed and your mouth’s just as useless? Tuck those damn canines in, they’re scraping and it fucking hurts.”

Wu Jinshan had just started getting into it and was feeling pretty good about himself, but as soon as he heard that comment, his face darkened. He had the sudden urge to treat the cock in his mouth like a sausage and just chomp down on it.

“Shut up. It’s not like I’ve blown anyone else.”

“You’ve never sucked cock before, but you’ve had ice pops, right?”

Wu Jinshan’s face darkened. He spat out the cock from his mouth and growled, “I don’t just suck on ice pops. I bite them. You want me to bite you too?” As he spoke, he actually dragged his front teeth lightly over the head.

Chen Xiucheng’s earlier grumbling immediately collapsed into a tangled mess of lewd, breathy moans.

“Ah—ahh—fuck—fine, fine. Lick however the hell you want.” His dick was in Wu Jinshan’s mouth now. He had no choice but to bow his head.

Wu Jinshan silently telling him to shut up if he wanted the blowjob to continue. He might not have had any real experience, but he had definitely watched plenty of porn, and being a guy himself, he knew exactly what felt good.

He licked slowly along the shaft, flicking at the tip one moment, then forming a seal to suck hard the next. The tiny slit at the top began to leak, and the faintly salty taste filled his mouth.

Chen Xiucheng’s scent was clean, the hair down there was sparse, and his cock had clearly never been touched by anyone else. Soft and untouched, it had a kind of freshness that made having it all to himself feel especially good.

Once he got used to the occasional scrape of those sharp teeth, Chen Xiucheng actually started to enjoy it. He cradled the back of Wu Jinshan’s head and looked down at him. For the first time, he realized that this guy was actually good-looking. His eyes were deep-set, his nose bridge high, his features sharp. It was the perfect mix of rugged and masculine.

In his memory, the tallest among his buddies barely reached 187 cm, but Wu Jinshan had shot past 190 cm. No wonder people always crowded outside the court to watch whenever he was on the court.

But Chen Xiucheng had never really looked him in the eye. From the very first day they met, they had been arguing. Every time Wu Jinshan yelled at him, he found his face downright detestable.

Everything had changed after that night they slept together.

Since then, Wu Jinshan had started to take shape in his dreams. Just like now, he would look up at him with those eyes, licking him, teasing every sensitive spot on his body.

He didn’t know why he had dreams like that. Reality and illusion had blurred together until they were indistinguishable.

Wu Jinshan’s hands were cupping his balls, wandering over his ass, fingers slipping into the cleft. Chen Xiucheng didn’t resist. He even tilted his hips to welcome the touch.

That untouched, hidden place, entered only once before by Wu Jinshan, was throbbing in anticipation. He wasn’t satisfied with just being licked. Maybe, just like last time, he wanted to be held. To be fucked.

He had the urge to grab Wu Jinshan’s head and push himself deeper, to give more of himself, everything. The second that thought formed, it terrified him.

Pleasure surged like waves, tossing him up, hurling him out of the sea and into the clouds.

Chen Xiucheng staggered back a step, but it was too late. He came in Wu Jinshan’s mouth, spilling pulse after pulse of cum down his throat.

His head spun, and he felt dizzy.

Wu Jinshan’s lips, still slick with cum, hovered in front of his eyes. The semen was milky white. Wu Jinshan’s lips were flushed from the friction, reddened by the way he had sucked him off.

All of it laid bare the depravity of his desire.

Behind him, the sound of running water echoed. Wu Jinshan was rinsing out his mouth.

Chen Xiucheng scrambled to pull his pants back on, fumbling with the waistband, desperate to flee from this dizzying, electrified moment.

But just as his fingers brushed the door handle, a tall figure loomed behind him.

Still dripping with water, Wu Jinshan wrapped an arm firmly around his waist. A low, deep voice tickled his ear, dragging him back into the depths of lust.

“Don’t rush off just yet. There’s something even better coming.”