Blowjob

Chu Dong sat on a chair in the living room, his hands and feet closed together. He didn't move, his big eyes slowly wandering and peeking at Wu Yue in front of him.

He tentatively said, "Dad..."

Wu Yue turned around, his eyes stern. Chu Dong immediately stopped talking, he lowered his head and obediently sat up.

Wu Yue aggressively paced back and forth in front of him, rubbing his eyebrows, looking very distressed.

"Dong'er, never do anything so excessive again." Wu Yue solemnly told Chu Dong.

Chu Dong lowered his head and grabbed the corners of his clothes, he said timidly, "What's excessive, Dad?"

"That's..." Wu Yue couldn't even open his mouth. Should he say "don't let me shoot inside" to Chu Dong? Wu Yue's mind was agitated, every step forward was wrong. He was accustomed to indulging Chu Dong winter and was reluctant to reject him. As a result, his child had become more and more dismissive of boundaries. Now he was almost "riding over his head¹".

What's more terrifying was that he didn't dare to recall last night's events at all. Because once he remembered it, his body couldn't help but start to remember the tingling pleasure. This kind of nerve memory couldn't be controlled by him, the sound of Chu Dong crying, pants and squelches, the sensation of the wet flesh...

Wu Yue pinched himself hard, short of trying to slap himself sober. He walked back and forth, taking a deep breath, before kneeling down in front of Chu Dong. He told him earnestly: "Dong'er, things like what happened last night; you're not allowed to do that in the future."

Chu Dong looked at him ignorantly, saying in a small voice, "But it's very comfortable, I like it so much."

Wu Yue choked, he bit the bullet and said, "You can't like it."

"Why?" Chu Dong was very sad, silently lowering his head and rubbing his fingers until his fingertips were red, "Dad was also very comfortable."

Wu Yue couldn't argue against this even with a hundred mouths, he couldn't say a word. It was his fault that he was defeated by his base urges last night. What he feared the most was that if he didn't stop Chu Dong's behaviour in time, he'll fall even deeper into it. As a healthy and experienced man in his prime, there's been no woman around him for far too long. At this time, if a beautiful and docile object keeps on pestering him for sex, his laws and heart might be shaken. But in any case, he's still a father first.

"In short, you're not allowed to do this kind of thing in the future." Wu Yue bluntly stated. He was in a complicated mood, he forced himself to turn around and not look at Chu Dong. He took a deep breath and told himself that he couldn't be soft-hearted, otherwise, what would Dong'er's life be like in the future? Even though he wasn't at the age for love now, once Dong'er gets used to relying on him, how could he still find a partner in the future?

He supported his head and turned his back to Chu Dong, holding back the urge to look back. But after some time silence permeated, it was like the person behind him had suddenly disappeared. Wu Yue hesitated, he finally couldn't help turning around, he was stunned.

Tears silently rolled down from those beautiful eyes, soaking his snow-white cheeks and neck. Chu Dong sat alone on the chair, like a delicate white doll, there was no sound or movement, but his tears constantly flowed. He lowered his head without a word, the corners of his clothes had been ripped apart by his fingers, and his long eyelashes fluttered and trembled. He looked both afraid and sad.

"...Dong'er." Wu Yue squatted down in a daze, "Don't cry... don't cry."

He blanked for a while, raising his hand to wipe away Chu Dong's tears, stammering, "It's Dad that said something bad, I'm sorry."

Chu Dong caught Wu Yue's hand. Wu Yue was stunned, Chu Dong lowered his eyes and held Wu Yue's hand with both of his, pushing it away. His voice was slightly hoarse from crying, "Dad, I'm sorry."

Then he stood up, walked slowly to the bedroom, and closed the door gently.

Wu Yue looked at the closed door, his emotions were all completely messed up at that moment.

Chu Dong didn't come out for the entire afternoon. Wu Yue sometimes sat on the sofa and sometimes hovered in front of the door. He didn't want to do anything else, so he focused all his attention on the door, carefully trying to catch any sound of movements inside. He didn't dare knock on the door and disturb Chu Dong, so he could only wait helplessly and anxiously outside, looking forward to when Chu Dong would come out and talk to him.

Chu Dong didn't go out for dinner. Wu Yue tried to knock but received no response.

He blamed himself completely, he shouldn't have used such a tough tone to talk to Chu Dong. He hurriedly went downstairs and bought xiaolongbao which Chu Dong liked eating, after bringing it inside he left it on the table. Staring at the closed door, he awkwardly sat by the table, he didn't how what he should say and whether to knock.

This was Zhao Qian's biggest complaint about Wu Yue. He doesn't say sweet words, was lacking in sociable humour, and only knew how to speak with actions and do favours, like an old cow with no tricks. He could never guess the machinations of the woman's heart, why she was angry, and why she became upset. He just sat on the side, waiting placidly and helplessly.

It was getting dark and the lights went out.

The door finally opened gently. Wu Yue was sitting in front of the window and smoking a cigarette in a depressed mood. He immediately put it out and stood up. He saw Chu Dong's thin figure standing by the door, blurred into a faint outline by the dark.

Chu Dong said softly, "Dad, go inside and sleep."

Wu Yue hurriedly walked over and stopped in front of Chu Dong, stumped. He nervously rubbed his hands on the hem of his clothes, "Dong'er isn't mad anymore?"

Chu Dong lowered his head and said nothing. In the dead of night, Wu Yue could only see the small swirl of Chu Dong's head. He bent down and tentatively asked, "Shall we sleep together?"

He cautiously raised a hand, placing it on Chu Dong's waist. Chu Dong didn't move, so he carefully picked him up and walked into the bedroom, putting the child on the bed and taking off his prosthesis. He lifted the quilt, covering the two of them, and embraced Chu Dong's small figure.

Chu Dong nestled in his arms obediently, his warm breath fluctuating, and a light fragrance spread. Wu Yue held him firmly but he still couldn't find relief in his heart, Dong'er still didn't want to talk to him.

The man sighed inwardly.

The next morning, Chu Dong went to class. Wu Yue found a training course for him to supplement his junior high school science knowledge, he had classes every morning from Monday to Friday. Ever since equipping the prosthetic limbs, Chu Dong had adapted quickly, he now performs no different from ordinary people. Sometimes Wu Yue would be so busy that he'd have no time to pick him up from school. Chu Dong could go to him and meet with him.

That day Wu Yue sent Chu Dong to the door of the training class, Chu Dong got off the car and said to Wu Yue, "Goodbye Dad."

"Be careful on the road." Wu Yue's expression was strange, he urged, "I'll pick you up after class."

"Yes." Chu Dong obediently agreed, turning and leaving. Wu Yue looked at his shrinking back and sighed again, he turned the steering wheel and left the door of the agency.

[Hello. ]

[I've been busy these days, I forgot to reply to my friend's messages, sorry. ]

[Do you and Aunt Ai Hua also know each other? ]

[Oh... So you're Zhao Qian's child. ]

......

[I'm your mother's colleague. ]

......

[Are you in class? ]

[Children should study hard. ]

......

[Don't tell your mom that we know each other, ok? ]

[Next time we meet, I'll tell you why. ]

Chu Dong put down his phone.

The teacher was lecturing on the podium, the classroom moved, some turned the pages of their books, some started whispering. Chu Dong was sitting alone in a row by the window, his textbooks spread out on his desk, the handwriting on the notebook was neat and clean, without a trace of extra strokes.

A green shadow outside the window swayed, and the light gently landed on the sawdust raised from the edge of the old window. Chu Dong quietly looked at the window edge. Every word the teacher said entered his brain, creating an ever-changing picture in his mind, interspersed with the faces of Zhao Qian, Ai Hua, Qin Ping, and Xu Rui. He focused and spelt out these faces, marking the small minute characters and symbols next to them, treating it as a game for entertainment.

The bell rang after the class finished, Chu Dong got up and tidied his schoolbag. Many of the people around him formed groups, and he stayed alone as always. He didn't want to be an outlier, but he was too intimidating; beautiful and unearthly. Cold when unsmiling, beguiling when smiling, this group of children his age didn't dare associate with him.

Chu Dong went downstairs and walked the street. Under the long swaying green line, he saw a familiar car parked on the side of the road.

Wu Yue was standing by the car smoking a cigarette. He was wearing a clean shirt, a black round-neck jacket, and black trousers. He was tall and sturdy, with strong and straight legs. Chu Dong had taken out all the clothes he stuffed in the closet and ironed them, matching them one by one, Wu Yue wore them according to Chu Dong's mixing and matching. Additionally, Chu Dong reminded him to remember to shave every day and trim his hair at intervals.

His entire person gradually changed. That gentle and steady temperament always stayed the same, and just with a little modification and polishing, he seemed completely new. Wu Yue had good facial features and good skin quality, after trimming his hair and beard, his facial features became more prominent and extremely attractive. Wearing the clothes Chu Dong put out for him, at first glance, made him appear many years younger.

Wu Yue frowned and smoked silently, he didn't notice Chu Dong until he approached. He hurriedly pinched out the cigarette and threw it into the trash can, shaking his jacket, "Dong'er, is school finished?"

Chu Dong stood a step away in front of him, raising his head and looking at him.

Wu Yue was about to turn around and open the door, but after seeing his eyes, he stood still.

"Dad," Chu Dong stood still and suddenly asked him, "Will you remarry?"

Wu Yue was caught off guard at the question, "Why... remarry? Why suddenly ask?"

Chu Dong looked at him quietly and said softly, "If Dad ever remarries in the future, please send me back to the orphanage."

Wu Yue didn't move, the two were silent. Chu Dong no longer said anything else, he turned to pull the door of the back seat when his arm was grabbed. The force of it was so painful and strong that he staggered and was dragged back. He looked up to see Wu Yue's frowning eyebrows.

"I won't send you back." Wu Yue told him, "No matter what happens in the future, I won't send you anywhere."

Chu Dong lowered his head, his long eyelashes hung down, his lips pressed together, standing feebly in front of the man, like a butterfly that will flutter away when the wind blows.

"I've said it before, but I don't think Dad understood." Chu Dong raised his eyes and looked into the depths of the man's mind, his eyes clear and full of radiance. The mist on those lakes was gentle, cold, and a little sad, "I just want to be with you. Living together, now and in the future... you should be the only one."

He didn't seem to have finished speaking but still stopped. He lowered his head again and slowly withdrew his arm from Wu Yue's hand.

Wu Yue fell in thought for a long time.

At night, the sky looked like the ocean deep. Wu Yue sat on the balcony, littered with broken cigarette butts at his feet.

The transparent smoke was dyed dark blue by the night, slowly rising into the air. Wu Yue smoked each one in silence. Sometimes he rubbed his eyebrows, sometimes he watched the beautiful and lovely flowers growing on the balcony. He leaned back in the chair, breathing out smoke, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

The bedroom was dark and quiet. Wu Yue gently pushed the door and entered. He could only vaguely see a small bulging lump on the bed, motionlessly shrinking in the corner.

He walked over with light steps, sitting on the bed and lifting the quilt, he slowly laid inside. Chu Dong slept facing the wall, leaving a thin back and a white nape, far away from him. He moved him gently, raising his hand to carefully embraceChu Dong.

As soon as he approached, he heard Chu Dong abruptly say: "Dad, don't hold me."

Wu Yue was stunned and dropped his hand on the window sill. He stayed behind Chu Dong and whispered, "Dong'er, don't get mad."

"If you hold me, I'll feel itchy and wet, and then I'll pull you for sex again." Chu Dong's voice was quiet and light, "Dad, I know I'm sick, I'm not a normal child. If this is bothering you then just send me back. I won't get mad at you, it doesn't matter how I live."

Wu Yue didn't speak. He held the window sill silently, and his tall figure fell from the night, covering Chu Dong's body.

He put down his hand, putting it around Chu Dong's shoulders. Chu Dong became angry with him for the first time. He took his arm and tried to avoid his hand, moving further towards the corner of the bed. Wu Yue didn't follow him, but with just a little bit of force, he moved Chu Dong's whole person from the bedside into his arms.

Chu Dong touched Wu Yue's chest, stubbornly not looking at him, "I said don't hug me... ah-"

Wu Yue held Chu Dong's face, bowing his head and kissing him. Chu Dong opened his eyes wide, staring blankly at the dark ceiling. The man was very gentle, just kissing his lips delicately and then pulling away. The two pairs of eyes faced each other, penetrating through the darkness from their close distance.

"You're my child, if you're not by my side, I can't rest assured." Wu Yue smiled with a pressure of tolerance and bitterness, with infinite concession and love towards the person in front of him. He kissed Chu Dong's forehead, his voice low and hoarse, "My greatest wish in this life is to hope that you're safe and happy."

He sighed after a long time and laughed deprecatingly at himself, "I have no other choice but to take you, Dong'er."

Chu Dong laid under the man, he stared at him for a moment, "Dad, don't you think I'm strange?"

"No."

Wu Yue stroked his cheek, every detail that his skin touched was engraved into his heart. The man whispered, "I love you, Chu Dong."

The moon rose from the centre of the deep sea, accompanied by thousands of stars. The world was all silent, the moonlight felt imaginary, the light sank inside dreams, and secrets and thoughts emerged into the world.

Chu dong raised his arm and put it around Wu Yue's neck. He pulled down Wu Yue and kissed the man's lips, licking hard, and made an urgent sound while sucking. Wu Yue paused on top of him, crumpling the sheets with his big hands. Chu Dong warmly kissed him back and stroked him, the child's pale hand went under his clothes and rubbed his body wantonly. Wu Yue gritted his teeth and kissed Chu Dong's cheek, like he calming an anxious little bird.

Chu Dong bit Wu Yue's Adam's apple, licking and sucking it wetly. He wrapped a leg around Wu Yue's waist and softly declared, "Dad, you can't go back..."

Wu Yue breathed heavily and hurriedly, saying resignedly, "How could I go back?"

He wanted to say: You're the most important person in my life, no one's more important than you. Even if you make great mistakes, I will atone for you. But Wu Yue couldn't say this, and he didn't want to say such a thing.

Chu Dong licked Wu Yue's lips, eagerly stroking his fit and tight abdomen with his hands, he travelled down his trousers and got hold of the semi-hard penis. Wu Yue snorted, letting Chu Dong knead his genitals so that it became taller and harder. Chu Dong kissed and licked his neck with playfully, his fingers kneading his dick, holding his testicles and stroking it up and down. Wu Yue's breathing became unstable because of this, and precum gradually leaked out of his glans.

"Dad, I want to..." Chu Dong stretched out the tip of his tongue and softly licked Wu Yue's chin, refusing to let go of the erect organ, "I want it inside me..."

"Dong'er." Wu Yue felt that reason was fading fast. He urgently pressed Chu Dong's waist and immobilized his wrist, "No, not now, you're too young."

Chu Dong asked his father, "How long will I have to wait?"

"...Until you grow up more." Wu Yue swallowed hard, struggling to breathe. He touched Chu Dong's face, coaxing him, "Wait till you grow up, alright?"

Chu Dong reluctantly twisted and acted spoilt in his arms. Wu Yue was attacked everywhere, enduring his hot and boiling blood to soothe Chu Dong, kissing him, holding his hand and kissing his fingers. Chu Dong seemed to like him taking the initiative in kissing, he finally calmed down with the comforting, sliding down gently to lick his chest and nipples. Wu Yue grasped the sheets, the hot and humid soft lips and tongue lingered on his chest and slipped down his abdomen. Chu Dong was getting lower and lower, and an evil fire followed his movements straight down his abdomen, causing him to groan secretly.

It wasn't until Chu Dong licked the upturned crown that Wu Yue clenched all over and hurriedly caught Chu Dong's shoulders, "Dong'er! No..."

However, the organ was already in Chu Dong's hands, strong pleasure dashed into his brain like an electric current and Wu Yue froze all over. He felt Chu Dong go under him, holding his penis and trying his best to swallow it. The small tip of his tongue licked the head with some slight awareness, he sucked on the thick and vigorous stem. The unsightly and ugly sex was held in his hands like sweet candy and licked, producing erotic sucking sounds. Wu Yue gasped heavily, he took a deep breath and subconsciously stroked the back of Chu Dong's head with his big hands. In the dark, the man's body stretched like an untreated long bow, and a slender figure leaned over the tall leopard-like one, devotedly swallowing the violent cock.

Chu Dong squeezed the huge pouches on both sides and rubbed them against the root of the phallus repeatedly. His jaw became sore and saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth, Chu Dong's face was flushed when he spit it out, a silver wire fell from the tip of his tongue.

"Dad, do you like it?" Chu Dong touched the man's penis, tilting his head and licked the pillar obsessively, "I want you to feel good..."

He swallowed the cock again, sucking hard and repeatedly pressing the tip of his tongue on the tight urethra. Wu Yue felt so good that his brain blanked, he subconsciously pressed down Chu DOng's head and gently lifted his waist. He was sweating all over, the high heat continued to evaporate his reason, and the fragrance of the person beneath filled the bedroom. The man kept muttering, "Dong'er, Dong'er..."

Then he sent himself forward, humming and clasping the back of Chu Dong's neck. Chu Dong kneeled, swallowing all the thick liquid shot into his mouth.

He gently took a bite out of the still shaking penis, stretching out his hand to hug Wu Yue's waist. He made the man sit back and lean against the window sill. Wu Yue had just had an intense orgasm, making him pant desperately while sitting on the bed. Chu Dong was still lying between his legs, exposed to the night through the shadow of the man's body, his silky snow-white waist was dyed dark blue.

Chu Dong kept holding Wu Yue's cock, kittenishly sticking out the tip of his tongue to occasionally lick. He asked, "Dad, why are you still so hard?"

Wu Yue's face flushed, he grabbed Chu Dong's shoulder to hold him away, "Okay, okay... I'm going to take a bath."

"No..." Chu Dong collapsed, gently kneading the thick and hot sex organ in his hands, his soft cheek was almost pressed against it, a pair of bright and clear eyes looked up, gazing at Wu Yue tenderly, "Yes, I'll make Dad comfortable."

Chu Dong opened his mouth again. He was very serious and very talented, perhaps because he was full of dependence and love for the man and everything about the man. Chu Dong did his best to please Wu Yue's body, and Wu Yue couldn't resist his tenderness and tenderness at all. Chu Dong knelt between his legs and swallowed the endlessly throbbing phallus, swallowing the liquid it had ejected. The corners of his mouth dripped with semen, and his face was splashed with dirty liquid. Wu Yue rubbed Chu Dong's hair, his thumb kept wiping his cheeks. The man raised his head, his throat kept rolling up and down as the moonlight fell on his muscular abdomen, sweat pooled on the gullied, and the rest ran down the skin and dripped away.

Moonlight shone across the room.