Chapter 8 (1/2)

“Call me ‘ge’.” I liked it when he called me ‘ge’. It felt nice.

My name was just too outdated.

“Ge.” He flashed a meaningful smile. “Yes or no?”

I wanted to try it. Although I had considered becoming a monk many times, being a virgin boy was nothing to be proud of.

I was very nervous but I did not want him to know. I was the ‘ge’ for goodness’ sake.

Thank goodness I sometimes stayed over at the shop so I had some towels and soap and stuff. I pushed him into the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash up—face, feet, b.u.t.t, everything—while I made the bed.

“OCD!”

“Who’re you to say that?” I retorted. I had not forgotten about that pig sty.

The little punk went in to wash up unwillingly.

I suddenly had a thought. I wondered if it was his first time. Meanwhile, I started peeking.

“Ahh! You creep! Pervert!” I felt utterly embarra.s.sed being called out by him.

“What’re you screaming about? You’re going to alarm the neighbourhood watch!” I then added after a short pause, “And so what if I look?”

His b.u.t.t was really pale.

He insisted on turning off the lights and I was too shy so I did.

The metal cot was very narrow so the two of us could only huddle close together under one blanket.

I thought about this too many times to count. I caressed everything from each rib bone along his torso, the two small, hard nipples and his waist and back to his firm b.u.t.t and member.

“We got all night,” he panted roughly. “There’s no rush.”

I was in a rush. I sealed his lips with mine; it tasted like Colgate. He had thirty-two teeth. d.a.m.n, I only had twenty-eight.

I was already hard. I knew what to do but I had never done it before.

Unexpectedly, he chortled and then grabbed it with his cool hands and stroked it.

Ahhh!

I bit hard on my bottom lip.

d.a.m.n that feels good.

A hundred times better than my own hand. His hand—oh my G.o.d!

It’s his mouth. I’m in his mouth. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

I was up in cloud nine, literally.

By the time I landed on solid earth again, we were both sticky with sweat. His member was poking my thigh. I reached out and grabbed it.

Oh s.h.i.+t, I’m sorry.

I used a bit too much force as it was my first time. He hissed out in pain and I freaked out, but he only chuckled. He put a hand over mine and started moving slowly.

The result of our two hands stroking his member was that I got hard again.

“Pretty enthusiastic, aren’t we?” He breathed in my ear after coming once.

I was in a rush so I rubbed myself against his thigh. I had thought I would have a monk’s life: I did not even have any desires of this kind when I was twenty. I suppose I just never met the right person.

He started joking with me, reaching behind and pressing on my backdoor. It gave me a fright.

Not this. Not this, right?

“Pffft! Look at you, all scared.” He took his hand back but that made me feel bad. “Do me, ‘kay?”

Huh?

He turned around, spat into his hand and reached for his own behind. He only smeared it a couple of times before trying to stick my thing in.

Anyone with the tiniest amount of common sense would know that place was not made as an entrance. It was not going to be easy.

“Ju-just use your hand.”

“Shut up!” I could feel the daggers flying at me even with the lights off. He really wanted me to f.u.c.k him, huh?