Chapter 43 (1/2)

Forty-three

I returned the distance to the prairie

One was called wood, the other horsehair

The sound of my music cried but without tears

–Hai Zi, September

Xu Ping did not move for a long time.

Pain pierced through him like a spear. He felt as though he was being ripped apart.

He couldn’t do anything but clench his jaws and bear it.

Even breathing hurt.

Xu Zheng pushed away the hand on his eyes to find the shocking sight of his p.e.n.i.s buried in his brother.

Oh so very warm and tight.

The pain sent light tremours through Xu Ping making his muscles contract. His insides tightened and loosened like some kind of living being.

Xu Zheng was overwhelmed by the bliss that his brother’s body brought him. He had no idea he could do such a thing with his gege. For a while, all he did was stare dumbly at the man straddling him.

Xu Ping was in so much pain his brows were scrunched up in pain and his member had wilted.

His brother tried to sit up.

Xu Ping let out a groan and held the man down by the chest. “Don’t move.”

Xu Zheng propped his upper half up before stopping. He could see the pain in Xu Ping.

“Stop this. Gege hurts.”

He reached out to lift Xu Ping off from him.

Xu Ping shook his head. He flashed a weak smile. “Dummy.”

He leaned in and kissed his brother.

He pulled his brother’s hand to his member and led it in stroking it.

He let go and tilted his head.

Xu Zheng paused and looked at his brother before resuming the stroking.

Xu Ping arched his neck and closed his eyes. He felt his brother’s hand ma.s.saging his p.e.n.i.s. The man’s palm was fire hot.

Xu Ping began to move. He eased his hips up and then slowly back down. The magnitude of movement was tiny, but the pain it brought was severe. His brother was so hot and hard that it felt as though his insides were being scorched away by the sheer friction. It took all his strength to stifle his voice.

But Xu Zheng let his go free. He had never experienced s.e.x, and the blissful friction in the tight cavity tossed him high into the air.

“Gege!” He shouted.

Taking him by the hand, Xu Ping let his brother sit up.

Hugging him by the neck, he tilted his head to join his brother in a deep kiss.

His brother’s arms were tightly wrapped around him, and his thick shaft was buried deeply in him.

He started moving, sliding against his brother, this time much harder. He felt his brother grind against his insides, but before he left his body, he sat back down.

His brother let out a loud moan and curled his toes.

Xu Ping felt as though he were about to be sucked into a bottomless whirlpool. His body was sending him alarm signals telling him to stop, but his mind was in a state of divine ecstasy. He felt like he was a medieval cleric praying while being flogged; the physical pain only brought spiritual pleasure.

He pulled himself up before slamming back down.

His body had become a tool, and his soul was standing so far away he could not see it.

His brother’s coa.r.s.e hands roamed his backside, and one of his b.u.t.t cheeks was being kneaded roughly.

His brother was getting impatient and thrusting his hips upwards.

I won’t be able to hold him down much longer. Xu Ping thought with his eyes closed. He is a good learner.

He clung to his brother’s neck as a survivor at sea to a piece of driftwood.

Xu Zheng’s arms encircled him, and his member was penetrating him with unstoppable force.

Pain exploded in his mind like a signal flare obscuring even his vision.

Too fast. Too painful. This isn’t what I had in mind at all.

He was holding on to his brother’s shoulders, his nails digging into the flesh.

He wanted to scream, but his throat was a trumpet stuffed with cotton completely unable to generate sound.

He was flying into the air with every thrust, rocking like a s.h.i.+p about to be tipped over by the stormy waves. He stopped trying to move like a sailor ready to face his destiny at the bottom of the ocean.

His brother was attacking him as though he were a beast, his body tense from the excitement. The taut muscles, the slick skin, and the veins on his neck about to burst all gave him an overpowering, wild charisma.

Everything cultivated and worldly had left not a single mark on his body. He lived in his own world where he was a lion wandering the vast, empty planet.