SYU 11. It Would Be Bad If Someone Heard

“What the hell are you doing?!”

This was really, really bad. Chen Xiucheng was panicking. Wu Jinshan’s firm chest was pressed tightly against his back, a strong arm locked around his waist. Worse still, that swollen, hard thing below stayed rock hard, grinding against his ass through two layers of fabric like it was trying to find a way in. His whole body was being dragged backward, his outstretched hand slipping farther from the door handle. It made him feel completely violated.

“We’re dormmates. It’s totally normal for guys to help each other out,” Wu Jinshan said calmly, his voice composed, tone righteous, as if the obscene things he was doing with his body had nothing at all to do with the serious words coming out of his mouth. “You’ve always been loyal. You’d take a knife in the ribs for a friend—”

“A knife in the ribs is fine, but not in my asshole!” Chen Xiucheng was frantic. He slapped at the hand on his waist and kicked his legs, but nothing worked.

The hour hand on his watch was nearly pointing to six. Soon, cafeteria staff would arrive to wash the pots and prep for breakfast. Delivery guys would start hauling goods through the back door. Just outside the thin wall of this public restroom, a crowd of students would begin lining up for breakfast.

It filled him with a kind of shame and panic he had never felt before.

But Wu Jinshan clearly had no intention of letting go. One hand shoved crudely into his pants, while his lips brushed behind Chen Xiucheng’s ear. “You were loving it when I sucked your dick, but now your ass is suddenly off limits? Don’t be fucking selfish. I got you off. What’s wrong with returning the favor?”

“Not a fucking chance!” Chen Xiucheng shouted, just as another chill hit his ass. The flimsy cloth that had barely covered him was dragged down again, underwear and all, bunching up around his thighs.

Wu Jinshan was like some thug who’d been lying in wait for him in a dark alley. His big hand roamed hungrily down, groping all over the smooth, tender inner thighs that had never done much exercise and were extra soft to the touch.

The hand at his waist was busy too, yanking up his shirt and grabbing at his chest, fingers rubbing and playing with the two nipples that had already gone stiff.

Wu Jinshan pulled down the zipper at the front of his pants and freed himself. That thick cock, the same one that had fucked Chen Xiucheng before, now rubbed hot and against his bare ass, no longer held back by anything.

Right now, Wu Jinshan was like a beast in heat, and Chen Xiucheng was genuinely scared.

“Right. You’re good at sucking popsicles. You’ve got experience. Why don’t you show me how it’s done?” Wu Jinshan rocked his hips, grinding his cock between Chen Xiucheng’s cheeks over and over.

That low, teasing voice brushed against his neck, soft as a whisper but filthy to the core. For the first time, Chen Xiucheng understood how dirty a gentle tone could sound.

“Mm, I don’t want to…” The last syllable lifted without warning, coming out like a bratty little whine. Chen Xiucheng froze, shocked at his own voice. But in Wu Jinshan’s eyes, that flustered, fussy squirming only made him look more like a spoiled tease.

“That’s more like it. Just borrowing your ass for a bit.”

Wu Jinshan reached under the faucet, gathered some water, and smeared it between Chen Xiucheng’s ass cheeks. It had all happened too fast for him to prepare anything. The condoms and lube he had bought were still hidden in his suitcase back at the dorm, so for now, he could only use whatever was on hand to get things wet.

Chen Xiucheng furrowed his brows and pressed his lips together, enduring the discomfort of something unfamiliar pressing into his hole. Wu Jinshan’s finger slid in halfway, cautiously exploring his passage and opening it up from within. Chen Xiucheng hesitated. He didn’t know if he should push Wu Jinshan’s hand away. If he acted too forceful, it might come across as if he were resisting just enough to seem like he secretly wanted it. That would be even more humiliating.

His thoughts were a complete mess. Wu Jinshan had touched him everywhere. It felt like the only part left untouched was his mouth, which was still doing its best to mount some kind of instinctive resistance. “If you’re that horny, I could just buy you a Fleshlight.”

Wu Jinshan clearly didn’t like that answer. He slapped Chen Xiucheng’s ass hard, “I sucked your dick, and you’re offering me a lifeless cup in return?”

The two plump cheeks quivered from the impact and quickly turned red with the mark of his palm. Chen Xiucheng felt wronged. “I could buy you one that heats up.”

“How’s that the same? If you wanted a sausage and I gave you a dog chew instead, would you be happy?”

This time, Wu Jinshan was more practiced. He had clearly learned from last time. As he spoke nonsense to stall for time, he endured the aching pressure in his cock and patiently worked on stretching Chen Xiucheng open.

Wu Jinshan had learned from last time. If he wanted to enjoy something this good, he couldn’t rush it. He had to hold back his craving, be patient as he spread the sauce, brushed the oil, lit the fire, and turned the skewer with care. Too much heat and it would burn. Too little and it would stay raw. Only with the right technique and timing could he get it exactly the way he wanted.

He worked both ends at once. While opening Chen Xiucheng’s ass with his fingers, he also paid attention to the front. His palm wrapped around Chen Xiucheng’s cock, rubbing and stroking it in rhythm with the motion inside. Even though Chen Xiucheng had just come, his cock was already half-hard again, twitching slightly, the tip wet and dripping like it was hungry for more.

“I sucked you off. All I’m asking for is your ass. No matter how you look at it, you’re still getting the better deal,” Wu Jinshan said. He leaned forward and rested his chin in the crook of Chen Xiucheng’s shoulder, his voice coaxing softly at his ear.

To Chen Xiucheng, it somehow sounded reasonable. But at the same time, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something about it was completely off.

Wu Jinshan already had two fingers inside him. As he moved them in and out, wet squelching sounds filled the space. It felt like the guy was playing piano in his rectum, and Chen Xiucheng caught himself wondering what tune he thought he was playing.

Both his hands were braced against the edge of the sink. His thoughts drifted off into some far-off corner of his mind. He didn’t even notice the flush spreading across his face. His expression looked strangely relaxed, his eyes half-lidded as his body swayed in sync with Wu Jinshan’s motions.

Then Wu Jinshan suddenly shoved his cock in.

Chen Xiucheng’s eyes flew open as if he had just been stabbed awake from a dream. The burst of pain from being forced open surged through every nerve ending in his body.

“You said you were supposed to be the one serving me!” Chen Xiucheng shouted. He grabbed the edge of the sink and clawed at it, dragging himself forward like a crab with its ass caught in a trap, scrambling toward the door.

“I am serving you. How the fuck am I not?” Wu Jinshan caught him by the waist. His cock was still lodged inside Chen Xiucheng, and now that Chen Xiucheng was trying to crawl away, he was dragging Wu Jinshan along with him. “You need to relax. Don’t just clamp down on me like that all of a sudden.”

Chen Xiucheng didn’t get away. He barely managed two staggered steps before Wu Jinshan pinned him against the tiled wall. The cold surface pressed against his chest, while the tearing, searing sensation behind him burned like a knife splitting him open. A string of curses burst from his mouth before he could hold them back.

He cursed Wu Jinshan for being useless, for lying, for being a heartless bastard nobody cared about, born with a father but raised without a mother, a twisted pervert with a fucked-up brain.

Every time Wu Jinshan’s cock pounded, Chen Xiucheng’s mouth fired back with the same rhythm, hurling insults at the tiled wall and the empty air in front of him.

“If you’ve got a hormone disorder—ah!—I’ll introduce you to… to that senior downstairs… the one in endocrinology.”

“That dorm… mmh—has three in endocrinology, and one in… colorectal surgery. Or… Room 406 has a guy in urology. Ah! Fuck! If that still doesn’t work, just go to the goddamn OB-GYN department and deal with it there!”

His usual loud voice, laced with way too many “fuck your mom” curses, made Wu Jinshan’s temple twitch with veins. He pinned him harder to the wall and rammed into him like he was drilling a hole through his body.

One hand pressed Chen Xiucheng’s head down. The other forced up his left leg. The waistband of his underwear finally tore at the seams. The shredded cloth twisted under Wu Jinshan’s foot and got kicked into the corner like trash.

Half of Chen Xiucheng’s face was mashed against the tile, distorted from the pressure. Though his hands had been freed from behind his back, they were now only flailing weakly. Wu Jinshan was no longer gentle. Compared to that night, he looked more like a rapist now.

Chen Xiucheng was caught between the wall and Wu Jinshan’s body. Every thrust behind him sent waves of pain through his back. Each time his ass was hit, his chest and stomach slammed into the wall with equal force. The pain came from both sides. The repeated, rhythmic impact slowly numbed his limbs, until only the raw friction inside his ass remained. That was the only sensation left, bright and overwhelming, overtaking his whole body.

“Go straight to psych!”

Chen Xiucheng finally broke. He screamed it out loud. His vision blurred, and something warm leaked from the corners of his eyes. The tears slid down his cheeks, soaking into the space between his skin and the wall, a cold, sticky shame spreading across his face.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh drowned out his quiet sobs. His hands scraped weakly at the wall. His mouth twisted downward. No more curses came. All of his resistance collapsed into a helpless plea.

“Just go easy…”

Chen Xiucheng didn’t know if Wu Jinshan had heard him. But the movements behind him did slow down. The pace changed into a steady grind. Each thrust now rolled deep and dragged out, just enough to press against that one spot inside his body every single time.

The slow grinding might have been even harder to bear.

“You tell me. Does it feel good or not?”
Wu Jinshan suddenly leaned down and kissed the wet trail on Chen Xiucheng’s cheek. His tongue slid from the corner of his reddened eye all the way down to his lips.

Chen Xiucheng bit down, avoiding the glance out of the corner of his eye. He didn’t understand what Wu Jinshan meant by that gesture, didn’t want to understand. He couldn’t even deal with the thrill building inside him again.

Breathy moans spilled from his throat without warning. As the pace behind him quickened once more, those sounds grew louder, raw desire and shame wrapped together in perfect pitch.

“You’re moaning like that and still pretending it doesn’t feel good?”

Chen Xiucheng hated arguing with Wu Jinshan. But he had to admit that voice was low, magnetic, and seductive, and there was something dangerous about it. It sounded so good it was like hypnosis. For a moment, it made him feel like he was being cared for.

Like he had fallen into the sea, pulled down and drowning. And in the darkness at the bottom, the only one reaching out to hold him was Wu Jinshan.

Wu Jinshan let go of his limp leg, turned him around to face him, then hooked both arms under his knees. His hands grabbed hold of his ass, ten fingers digging into the flesh. He lifted him up, slammed him back against the wall, and started thrusting again.

Chen Xiucheng’s entire body had gone limp from being fucked. He felt like a puddle of water, too weak to support himself. The only thing holding him up was Wu Jinshan’s thick cock still buried inside him. If Wu Jinshan so much as let go, he would slide down the wall with nothing to brace him. The thought made him panic, and he quickly wrapped his arms around Wu Jinshan’s neck, clinging to him like he was begging for affection.

His panting and moaning grew louder, spilling from his mouth without restraint. None of it was conscious. None of it was in his control. The sounds echoed in the tight space and even rattled Wu Jinshan, who had always been calm and composed. His rhythm faltered, caught between the fear of losing control too fast and the fear of holding back too long and missing the best of it.

Chen Xiucheng followed the movement of those lips in front of him. His eyes chased the soft curve of Wu Jinshan’s mouth, and he suddenly remembered how it had looked just moments ago while sucking him off. A strange craving surged up from inside. He wanted to feel that mouth again. He didn’t care where it landed, whether it brushed his cheek, slid along his jaw, traced his neck or collarbone, or kissed somewhere even more private.

People were greedy creatures. Once they got a taste of something intimate, they always wanted more. It wasn’t just Wu Jinshan’s hands and tongue anymore. It was also the thick, burning cock buried inside him. It was the pleasure of the flesh and the thrill in his mind. He wanted all of it.

Having sex with Wu Jinshan was something Chen Xiucheng had never imagined before. In the beginning, it disgusted him. But the more they did it, the more he lost himself in the drowning waves of pleasure. All he had to do was let go, let his body take over, and enjoy the moment. Then he wouldn’t have to think about right or wrong anymore.

“Keep it down. Someone’s coming. If they hear us, we’re fucked…”

Wu Jinshan’s voice came from right beside his ear. In the background, faint sounds of people talking echoed from somewhere nearby.

Chen Xiucheng jolted. His body tensed, and his ass clenched hard around Wu Jinshan’s cock. His hips arched, and he came, shooting a thick stream of cum across Wu Jinshan’s abdomen.

At the same time, his insides were filled. That thick cock rammed deep into him, pulsing and spilling its load.

Wu Jinshan’s cock stayed buried inside him. The base of it pressed tight against his soaked, flushed hole, locking them together.