MTL - A Straight Guy’s Nightmare-Chapter 8 After training, he was licked and inserted in the sports storage room

Xia Chuan was cooking snail flour with the induction cooker in the bedroom, and suddenly heard someone knocking on the door. He opened the door strangely, and saw a tall and thin boy standing outside the door. The slightly long hair was **** with a hair rope, and there were a pair of cold eyes under the delicate eyebrows.

"Shangyu? Why are you here?" Xia Chuan leaned over and let him in.

Shang Yu spit out the smell of the room and said, "Do you cook feces in the bedroom?"

Xia Chuan couldn't see anyone insulting the snail powder, and angrily filled the cooked powder, and brought it to Shang Yuji to force him to taste: "This is delicious!"

Shang Yuyu was squeezed into the corner by him, forced to frown and took a bite, chewing twice.

"Is it delicious?"

"……still alright."

"Then you finish eating this bowl."

"I beg you, can you take it away?"

After finally sending Xia Chuan back, Shang Yuxi came to his desk and put down his bag to pack things.

"I'm right," Xia Chuan said to him while eating snail powder. "Last time a girl came to see you in the bedroom. She looked particularly good."

"Specially beautiful? Which one?" He responded absently.

Xia Chuan was so annoyed when he heard these words, the instant charge that knew countless girls quickly exploded him!

"Just that! The legs are so long and the hair is long, it's rude to talk to people!"

Shang Yuji thought for a while: "You say Xue Yuejia. Don't mention her, it's annoying to think of it."

Annoying when you think of it? ? ? EXOME? ? ? Xia Chuan glanced at her that day, but dreamed for several days! !!

The other person looked really upset, took a box of Marlboro and went to the balcony.

Xia Chuan glanced at him unknown, and continued to eat his snail powder. After eating, he quickly washed the bowl and opened the window to open the door for ventilation.

Even so, Su Ming still smelled the pungent sour smell as soon as he entered the door, and he unknowingly brought up a questioning tone: "Are you eating all that seasoning?"

Although he knew he was out of concern, Xia Chuan thought that Shang Yuhuan was still on the balcony. The adults must have listened to the children's words, and he was very annoyed: "Why do you care what I eat?"

"Pingshi ..." Su Ming lowered his voice. "I'm your man, okay."

"You ..." Xia Chuan was about to start, the other party was already squatting down, his deep eyes staring at him momentarily, and a cloud covered his face: "As long as the photo is still in my hand, you are mine. "

At this moment, the door of the balcony squeaked open, and the smell of tobacco mixed with mint flavor drifted into the bedroom. Shang Yuyan came in with a thoughtful smile, and did not know how many words he heard.

"Are you surprised to see me? I just forgot to say that I live in the bedroom during this time."

In the afternoon, the basketball team was training in the Fourth National Games. Under the scorching sun, Xia Chuan dribbled the ball absently. When he broke through the opponent's last line of defense, he suddenly faced Su Ming, who was standing among the teammates. His right hand swung open all of a sudden, the basketball has been intercepted by the opponents around him, wait to look back, Su Ming has turned around.

Because of his deep contours, Su Ming's eyes are particularly gloomy, and he is more thorough and quiet in the too dazzling sunlight. Only now he looked at Xia Chuan without any concealment, his eyes revealing the fiery heat that could burn the skin, and the bottomless coolness like the deep pond.

Xia Chuan had never paid attention to how the opponent played when he played. Did Su Ming always look at him like this?

He should be disgusting, and should even yell at the other party as a pervert, but with that look, he felt as if his chest was blocked.

Xia Chuan has been unable to play well, and was criticized by the captain. He finally got to the end of the training and it was his turn to pack the basketball. Xia Chuan wiped the sweat from his face, bent down and picked up the training **** one by one into the box, holding the basket into the sports storage room. Press the switch at the door, and the fluorescent lamp lights up after a few flashes. Usually, the cool and humid air is stored in the little hut, and Xiachuan, which is about to heat up, feels very cool.

Affected by light novels, every time I enter the sports storage room, I have a sense of taboo. I feel that something has happened here. Xia Chuan put the ball on the shelf and tried to remember the cute girls with bigger chests than basketballs in the illustration, trying to dispel the gaze in his head.

There was a sound of sneakers rubbing the ground at the door, and Xia Chuan turned back alertly, and saw Su Ming standing at the door with a plastic bag.

Xia Chuan suddenly recalled a comic that Xia Xi hid under the bed, whose name seemed to be Shi Yun's Sports Warehouse after class. He accidentally picked it up, turned two pages, and found that two boys were having **** in the sports safe room. The world view established in Qing Fiction was shattered, and they immediately fell back to the comics with enough effort.

Finding Xia Chuan staring at him, Su Ming chuckled: "Afraid I'll do you again?" He stepped forward, took out an iced can of cola from the bag, and posted it on Xia Chuan's hot Face.

"Thank you." Xia Chuan took the drink, opened the pull ring, and was caught off guard by the boiling bubbles. He wiped the cool soda with his arm and glared at Su Ming: "You did it on purpose."

Looking at the successful smile on his face, Xia Chuan couldn't help himself, and laughed with Coke.

The two sat on the clean concrete floor and enjoyed the cool, musty air. Su Ming suddenly asked, "Xiachuan, do you hate me?"

Xia Chuan pressed the empty Cola can with his thumb, and the deformed sound of the aluminum can echoed in the empty hut: "I used to think of you as my best buddy."

"I don't want to do that either ... If I pursue you normally, would you agree?"

Xia Chuan opened his mouth and wanted to answer, of course not, but he did not even say anything to the pair of eyes that looked forward to him. He didn't dodge even when the other's lips came together.

In the summer afternoon, it was too quiet. The no-passage plastic runway was scorching and melting, and the cicadas that prolonged the sound came from far away. In the water room next to it, there was a faucet that had not been closed, and the sound of ticking water echoed in the thick air. Maybe the summer heat on the surface makes people tired, or it is especially easy to be confused in the impetuous weather. Xia Chuan closed her eyes somehow.

When vision is covered by darkness, other functions become quite sensitive. He could feel that Su Ming's tongue circled rhythmically on the inner wall of his mouth, and then wrapped around the tip of his tongue and sucked. A little dissatisfied with the rhythm completely controlled by the other party, Xia Chuan staggered around his neck, and gently held his tongue with his teeth in revenge.

Even such a small response was enough to excite Su Ming, who intensively violated Xiachuan's mouth. I like the uncomfortable feeling that my heart is tight, beating in his cerebral cortex.

"You're hard." Su Ming rubbed Xiachuan's crotch gently with his knee.

Xia Chuan was so ashamed of his joy that he was about to push Su Ming away, but the other party sat down on his knees and tore off the pants that were only held by elastic bands.

With a fiery scalp, his desire was contained in a soft ecstatic place.

Xia Chuan looked at Su Ming in disbelief.

Boys have more or less fantasized about other people's oral sex, not only for pleasure, but also for a psychological conquest. Xia Chuan only wanted to seduce the little girl's cherry mouth, and never dreamed that a man would willingly devour his desire.

Under the white and miserable light, Su Ming's standard eyebrow bone and nose bridge cast a deep shadow, outlines the outline of the heroes who belong only to men. The thin, thin lips cover the swollen genitals, and there is an indescribable eroticism.

Psychological and physical dual pleasure, Xia Chuan's male dignity has never been satisfied, and his desire has also increased. He gasped, holding on to Su Ming's hair involuntarily, enjoying his concentrated licking. When the crown was sucked vigorously, Natsukawa finally couldn't help snorting and leaked into the other's mouth.

Watching Su Ming look down and swallow things unaltered, Xia Chuan stunned and didn't notice that he was pressed on the cushion for sit-ups.

As if he didn't lick enough, the flexible tongue moved down to the flower hole again, and swiped firmly against the closed hole.

The granular taste buds on the tongue have sharpened the sensitive petals and stimulated Xiachuan's legs to tremble: "唔 ... 唔 啊 ..." Drink clean. Like to get more sweet liquid, the tip of the tongue gradually penetrates the meat canal, mimicking the frequency of sexual intercourse.

Compared with fingers and sexual organs, the entry of the tongue brings a sense of shame and obscenity. Xia Chuan's fingers clung to the cushion, and when he lowered his head, he could see the picture of Su Ming burying himself between his legs.

"Don't ... stop ..."

Hearing that Su Ming actually obediently stopped licking, and the tongue filled the hole also withdrew. He thoughtfully looked at Zhang's female hole: "No?"

Under the substantive eyes, the transparent female mucus exuded from the emptiness, flowing all the way to the groin. Su Ming looked at this picture quite playfully, extended a finger to point to the acupoint, and felt a one-in-one contraction and fiery heat from the inside out.

"Really?"

The feeling of shame filled the whole face with redness, Xia Chuan covered his eyes with his arms, and bit his lower lip to prevent himself from making a sound. After learning about Sosuo's voice, Xia Chuan suddenly found that the fiery hard object had reached the mouth of the hole, rubbing gently at the tender hole.

"No, no ..." He panicked and tried to push him away.

"It's too late." Su Ming grasped the opponent's shoulders vigorously, and drew the lower body into the charming female hole little by little.

The sensitive inner wall is stretched, and the narrow meat canal is filled by the hot **** device without leaving a trace of clearance. Even the soaring green tendons on the surface of the meat stick can be clearly perceived. Xia Chuan buried her head in Su Ming's chest and refused to acknowledge the fact that the man had entered it again.

Both also wore jerseys. They were supposed to be side-by-side teammates on the pitch, but they secretly met in a nobody's sports storage room.

The thick, fleshy stalks quickly moved and ran over the ecstasy's hole irresistibly. Unlike Jiang Xuehang's slightly curved flesh blade, Su Ming's **** is hard and straight, reaching a terrible length during an erection. After dozens of exercises, the huge crown accurately punctured the most vulnerable and sensitive acupoints, and repeatedly bumped around this point.

"Ah, ah ... no ... there is no way ..." Maintaining a completely penetrated posture, even the end of the meat hole was severely manipulated, Natsukawa gasped impatiently, his elbows rested on the opponent's shoulders, still Secretly trying to push him away.

As if dissatisfied with Xiachuan's interference, Su Ming hugged his waist and turned his body around in a hurry, turning into a posture of holding him from behind. The hole was wrapped around the meat stick for a week, and even with the lubrication of honey, the friction was still too strong. Xia Chuan sobbed and was forced to sit halfway on Su Ming's thigh, the other side's sexual organs sinking deeper under the influence of gravity, almost like going into the womb.

Without giving him time for relief, Su Ming started to intervene again, holding Xia Chuan's hips against his waist fiercely, every time he inserted deep and heavy. The satisfaction of completely occupying the other side makes him almost out of control. The sound of physical collision mixed with the obscene wet sound echoed in the sports storage room. Xia Chuan was shook his head repeatedly by his work, and as his body was forced to swing, his desire to stick to the lower abdomen rubbed against the cold iron skin locker.

Xia Chuan hummed and reached an **** when the stalks again grinded the flower heart relentlessly. Unable to bear the extremely tender sucking of the meat hole, Su Ming was released immediately, and the hot thick essence was radiated to the uterine mouth.

"Huh, huh ..." The meat stick was pulled out of the female acupuncture point after venting, and Natsukawa was trembling again.

Wherever he looked, there were white clouds on the lockers, on the concrete floor, and on the cushions, which showed his adultery.

Big ass, Su Ming, why don't you say yes to him? ?