Finally graduated from university, starting graduate school in September. Time flies, and I'm already turning twenty-two. This summer is too hot, so hot that I have no interest in sex at all. Apart from going to the pool for a dip every afternoon, I basically hide at home and don't go out. Many websites are blocked, and I'm really feeling a bit bored. In over a month, I've only had sex with two people I knew before, and it wasn't very satisfying.
I am 172 centimeters tall, weigh 60 kilograms, and have a sunny appearance, a pure bottom. But today is something to look forward to. Over a week ago, I found a friend in a chat room—an American, 184 centimeters tall, 95 kilograms, a bear. I'm very interested in foreigners and have had sex with foreigners a few times, but I've never tried a bear before. Watching videos in the past, seeing muscular bears always gave me an inexplicable excitement—their furry, robust bodies felt strong and powerful. Note, it's a bear, not a pig; not fat but muscular, there's an essential difference.
We've video chatted, and his looks are passable. He's very interested in me, saying he likes slender Asians. He's a bit older, forty-five, but his big dick really excites me. From the video, it looks huge; he says it's 8.5 inches, which converts to about 21 centimeters. My god, I've never encountered one like that before. What made me decide to meet him is that the way he described having sex is something I particularly accept—rough. In his words: crazy, intense.
He flew here on a business trip today, and three days later he would go to Beijing; presumably he had already arrived by now. I washed myself very carefully, especially the back. I'm used to giving myself an enema before a big session, so I can withstand wild and intense fucking. After showering, I found I had already received a text message: Little bitch, I'm at the XXXX Grand Hotel. Can your little asshole feel the hardness of my big dick? Come quickly.
My dick instantly hardened. Trembling, I slipped on an extremely tight and tiny white thong, which left the back completely exposed with only a thin strap, then put on a pair of shorts and a fresh T-shirt. I went out and hailed a taxi. It was 1:30 p.m., with the sun blazing fiercely. The twenty-minute journey felt endless; the whole time I fantasized about the passionate scene to come, my dick staying erect the entire way. Finally, I stood at the door of his room, held my breath, and pressed the doorbell.
The door opened, and a mountain blocked my way. He wore a friendly smile, pulled me into the room, and double-locked the door. It was a small suite facing the river, with a beautiful view of the Bund and the river scenery.
He was really sturdy, with thick arms and legs, bulging chest muscles and abs, a bit balding, looking like he was in his forties, wearing a polo shirt and a pair of cropped pants. He greeted me warmly and told me to sit down, then got me a bottle of Evian mineral water. “Nice, so nice.” He praised it again and again, and then explained that he had already been at the hotel for three hours, had slept for a while, and complained about the heat in this city. I didn’t say much, just listened to his nagging.
It began. He asked if I wanted to shower; I said I'd washed before going out.
“Then can we start?” As he spoke, he pulled me into his arms. His strong body thrust a hand into my clothes and began stroking my body. “So smooth!” He fondled my nipples with his hand and quickly pulled off my top.
He gave a light lift, and I ended up sitting face-to-face on his lap. With both big hands he began teasingly stroking my face and upper body, his hands pinching my two pink nipples. "Ah!" I couldn't help crying out. He pushed further, sticking out his tongue to lick my nipples. My nipples were extremely sensitive, and under his forceful licking and sucking, I was getting a little unable to bear it. His other hand tightly gripped my crotch. I was already hard as hell, and he began pulling down my outer shorts. With his incredible strength, he gently lifted and smoothly pulled off my shorts.
"Haha, such a sexy T-back." His tone had already turned bad, very teasing. "Wow, already wet." Through my little panties he gripped my dick tightly, then started fondling my butt, but he didn’t go further; he just pulled the back string of my panties and stopped. He wanted to take it slowly.
With one push from him, I knelt on the floor. I knew it was my turn to serve him. “Don’t want to take a look at the big guy inside?” I started unfastening his pants, pulling down the zipper, and a giant, thick, long shaft hung to one side. I used my hand to pull it out; it was truly huge, heavy in my hand, with a very solid feel. The glans was very big, the whole thing was a little crescent-shaped, and the pubic hair was trimmed very short, brownish-black. He took off his shirt, revealing a huge chest, his whole body covered in hair—he was really a bear!
He lightly pressed the top of my head, and I naturally moved to the base of his member, sniffing hard at the thick smell there. I parted my thin lips, stuck out my tongue, and began licking his big glans, the meatus, and the rim. There was a salty, urine-like smell. I licked all the way from the head to the base. He held my head down with his hand, signaling me to take him into my mouth. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and tried hard to swallow him, but after only one-third had gone in it was already pressing against my throat. I began moving up and down, then after spitting him out I turned my head to lick back down to his base, carefully licking his scrotum for him, and then returned to oral sex.
This time he seemed unsatisfied, forcefully pressing my head down, trying to shove his entire dick into my throat. I resisted hard, but it went in halfway, then three-quarters. The force with which he pressed my head grew stronger, and he started groaning excitedly. I really couldn't take it anymore, feeling nauseous, and struggled to lift my head. He gave up; his was just too thick and long.
“You can!” he said, and then stuffed the JB into my mouth again. This time I used all I could, and finally swallowed his entire big JB. Deep throating is still very stimulating.
I took a break, lifted my head, and started licking his abdomen, chest, nipples, and then his thick neck. He was extremely excited and stood up. I knelt on the ground, and he picked up his big cock and began rubbing it against my face, then gently spanking me. “You like it? Like it?” I nodded and started to blow him hard. He kept pressing my head down for a while, then stroking his own body, and began thrusting his hips back and forth.
Then he lifted my chin, looked down at me mischievously: 'I'm going to fuck you!' He grabbed me and threw me onto the bed. His bear-like body immediately pressed down on me, and I couldn't breathe. He rubbed his hairy body against mine, and I felt roughness and heaviness.
He turned me over, lifted my waist, and made me lie on the bed on all fours like a dog. He began to play with my butt. He forcefully kneaded my butt, then forcefully pried apart the two halves of my ass, tugging tight on my underwear so that the ties rubbed closely against my anus. “Such a beautiful asshole, very smooth.” He lifted the ties and flicked my anus with them like a rubber band; he really was bad. His rough fingers began to press directly on my asshole, and I let out a burst of lewd moans.
He pressed hard with his finger, and a small section of his finger went into my asshole. I shook my hips quickly to break free, because it hurt so much. “No, don’t do that!” He pulled the finger that had just gone into my asshole to the front and put it into my mouth, and I could only help lubricate it for him. Then he spat hard on my asshole and began fingering me. He seemed to have had enough of one finger, so he quickly pulled off my underwear, then opened the bedside table, took out a bottle of black-plastic lubricant, and lubricated me from behind. This time two fingers went in together, and I moaned louder. Then came three fingers; that was my limit.
He seemed to be very seriously playing with my asshole. I did my best to take it, knowing he was experienced—Asian assholes are tight and small, and he had to loosen it up first before he could start the thrusting that would come later.
“What a nice asshole, very elastic. How many dicks has it taken?” I ignored him and kept moaning.
He knelt up onto me and began rubbing his big dick against my ass. "No, you absolutely mustn't put it in. Where's the condom?" He then pulled open the drawer again, took out a condom, and quickly put it on.
“No, I’ll lubricate you again.” I sat up at once, squeezed out some lubricant, and carefully smeared it over his terrifying big dick, then lubricated my own ass. “Can I sit on it myself? Yours is too big.”
He cooperated very well, lying down on the bed. His abdomen and chest were high and prominent; compared with that, my body was so small. I took a breath, straddled him, used my hands to straighten his JB, and began to sit down slowly. The huge glans began to press into my anus. To be honest, my anus wasn’t very tight, but in front of such a huge penis, I still felt pain. So painful. I tried to open my sphincter as much as possible, enduring the squeezing. Throughout the slow process, I moaned and begged him not to move.
The glans was finally inside. I slowly sat down further; it seemed to have reached the deepest point, but when I touched it with my hand, a large portion was still outside. I began to doubt whether I could take this dick.
"Keep going, keep going, you can do it," he actually encouraged me; he really did seem like an old hand. Finally, he had gone all the way in. I didn't dare move, just kept breathing deeply. Then he slowly twisted his body. I also slowly adjusted myself up and down to this huge dick. He held my waist, gave me a gentle lift, and I was somewhat suspended, then he started thrusting. It finally started!
“Take it slow!” I begged him. He seemed to understand very well, really thrusting in slowly. I was slowly adjusting to it, feeling every cell in my ass being inspected by that huge cock. My hands were supporting his solid belly, stroking up and down. Little by little, I started to lie onto him, my hands on his chest, feeling his height and bulk. After fucking like that for a few minutes, he began adjusting his position, increasing the force as he thrust upward. “Ah, ah, ah!” I moaned loudly. He sped up, my God, it felt amazing.
He seemed uninterested in that position, grabbed me off him, pulled his big dick out of my ass, then put me on the bed, pressed down face to face, and shoved in quickly. Then came a burst of hard fucking. “Oh, wait, I can't take it!” He took out a bottle of poppers. “The strongest one, inhale!” I opened it and inhaled hard for a while. I quickly heated up, and he took the chance to fuck hard. Poppers drove away the pain, awakened my sluttiness, and I started shouting loudly. “Fuck me! Fuck me!”
“Do you like it? Do you like being fucked like this? Bitch!” He pulled me to the side of the bed and stood below the bed, so his force was greater. I started to feel dizzy and took another inhale of poppers. He pressed down on my shoulders and yanked me desperately toward him, while he thrust even harder. My hand reached to the place of intercourse, feeling the huge penis going in and out of my ass. After five minutes of hard fucking, in the room besides my moans there were only his English curses and the slapping sounds of bodies colliding.
He suddenly picked me up, and I was as light as a toy in his hands. His big belly pressed against my abdomen, forcefully bouncing me up and down, the part bearing the force being his penis; it was a feeling of being thoroughly fucked. He placed me by the window, and I faced the river view, standing with my legs apart, lifting my butt up, both hands braced on the bed. He adjusted his position, aiming at my asshole. “Slut, this is your genitals, and your genitals are your anus.” He shouted loudly, then suddenly fucked in, and just as suddenly pulled out, teasing it back and forth more than ten times, and then it was a battle of three hundred rounds. I endured his furious fucking while looking at the boats on the river and the grandeur of the Bund. His hand also pressed against my shoulder, doing it ruthlessly. My dick was rock-hard, and he helped me jerk off with his hand, then started pinching and teasing my nipples again. In the end, he grabbed my butt like he was grabbing a chicken, and started fucking with all his might.
Three minutes later, he suddenly pulled out and started looking at my ass. “Slut, your asshole is so big now, feels fucking great.” “Keep going, please!” I said wantonly, “Don’t stop, fuck me to death.” He thrust in again all of a sudden, then stopped moving. I could only sway my body back and forth myself. Enjoying my sluttiness, he began spanking my butt with his hand. I felt the swelling urge to pee and knew I was very likely about to be fucked and cum, so I stopped. “Stop, stop, I might come, take a break.”
I decisively pulled his penis out, then turned around to hug him, stood on tiptoe to kiss him. He sucked hard on my saliva, his tongue roaming freely in my mouth. I whispered, 'It feels so good to be fucked by you, you're so strong.' After kissing for two minutes, I moved to get the poppers, took a few deep breaths, and desire took over my whole body again. I started hugging him again, licking his body, then knelt down wanting to give him a blowjob. Because he was wearing a condom, I brought my face close to his groin to sniff. He suddenly turned around, raising his buttocks. 'Lick my ass.' I moved to his butt crack—such a big butt, all hairy. I started licking vigorously. He growled, calling me slut, bitch, whore. He seemed to be opening his asshole, and I licked hard with my tongue, licking into his anal canal. He jerked off with his hand.
Then he quickly turned around, making me kneel on the ground. He rode onto my buttocks and thrust his cock into me with all his might. This position was unprecedentedly deep, and he fucked me mercilessly. 'Fuck me to death, fuck me to death! Daddy, fuck me to death!' I screamed like crazy, my body pushed to the limit. He grabbed my hair with one hand and shoved the other into my mouth. 'You fucking bitch, so damn cheap!' 'You're the cheapest Asian bitch I've ever seen!' He fucked like this for ten minutes.
I was a bit tired, so I lay my upper body on the ground, trying my best to raise my buttocks. He also got off me and knelt to fuck me. I took a few more deep breaths of poppers and got horny again. Slap, slap, slap—the sound of bodies colliding echoed through the room. His hand reached to my chest and began pinching my nipples hard, then grabbed my buttocks and started using all his strength. What a lewd scene—my buttocks are quite perky, but they seemed tiny in front of him, while his huge body appeared disproportionate behind me, especially his massive cock embedded in my asshole, taking up one-third of the width of my buttocks. If filmed, it would definitely be an extremely stimulating gay video.
I started jerking off because I thought it should end. He rode on top of me again, speeding up his rhythm, one hand reaching behind, two fingers along with his big dick entering my anus. 'Oh!' I let out a muffled sound. I stopped jerking off and propped up my body. After he fucked me hard a few times, my dick shot out waves of semen, powerfully spurting in front of me. He felt the contraction of my anus and started thrusting even more vigorously. All I could do was moan, enduring his dry fucking. My eyes could no longer see the Bund clearly; I felt like I was going to pass out. He was thrusting with unprecedented strength and frequency. After what felt like another long five minutes, he was finally about to ejaculate. With lightning speed, he pulled out of my body, lifted me up, took off the condom, stuffed it into my mouth, and shot powerful streams of semen into my mouth and throat, filling my mouth completely. 'Swallow it!' I complied.
He plopped down onto the sofa. I was so tired I collapsed onto the floor. No one said a word. Then I got up to take a shower. In the mirror, my butt was beaten red and swollen, and my asshole was gaping open like a bloody wound. I checked the time; judging from when his big cock entered my asshole to when he pulled out, it must have been no less than fifty minutes. I was washing myself...
That night we went at it wildly once more. The second night, the third night, my poor anus suffered 'humiliation,' but these days were truly blissful. Each time he used the same rough yet precise force, pushing me to the limit again and again and pulling me back. Sometimes we would stop to drink water, look at the river view, then he would press me against the window or sofa and continue. Poppers, lube, condoms—everything in the room became a prop for our desire.
At the end of three days, I could barely make it out of the hotel door. My body was sore and weak, my anus slightly swollen, yet I felt a kind of satisfaction from being completely filled and possessed. When he left, he whispered "Good boy" in my ear, then patted my butt. I stood in the wind by the riverbank, feeling that this hot summer had finally taken on a temperature worth remembering.
Since then, I would occasionally still think of those three days—the tall body, the long thick dick, the thumping sounds in the room, and the way I let myself go completely under him. Whether it was called novelty-seeking or something else, it was just one mutual, intense, unreserved encounter between the two of us.
After three days, he went to Beijing. The morning he left, I still went to the hotel. He had already packed his luggage and was wearing only a pair of gray athletic shorts, his upper body bare, with chest hair and stomach hair looking especially thick in the morning light. After I walked in, he said nothing, just pulled me into the bathroom. As the hot water poured down, he embraced me from behind, and his thick fingers once again entered my body. I braced myself against the tiles and begged him in a low voice to be gentler, but he only chuckled softly, cursed in English, "little slut," then turned me around and had me sit on the sink. He put on the condom and slowly pushed in. This time it wasn't as fierce as last night, but it was deeper and steadier. My legs wrapped around his waist, and looking at myself in the mirror as he filled me, I actually felt a little reluctant to let go.
After finishing, he cleaned me up, kissed my forehead, and said: 'If I come to this city again, I'll look for you.' I nodded, didn't ask more. When seeing him off downstairs, he patted my butt and said haltingly in Chinese, 'Goodbye, little bitch.' I stood in the hotel lobby, watching his tall figure disappear behind the revolving door, suddenly feeling these three days were like an overly real dream.
Back home, I lay on my small bed, my body still holding the feeling of being stretched open. My asshole was slightly swollen, and there was a faint, unusual sensation when I walked. I opened my phone and flipped through the few photos he had sent—all selfies, some showing half his pectoral muscles, others only capturing the thick root of his thigh. I saved the photos to an encrypted album, then went to shower. As the hot water rushed over my body, my fingers unconsciously probed behind again, recalling the feeling of fullness when he entered. That night, I pleasured myself again, ejaculating onto the bathroom tiles, imagining he was still behind me.
The days that followed returned to monotony. Before graduate school started, I still went to the swimming pool for a while each day, returning home at night to watch movies or chat. Occasionally, I would open that chat room to see if there were any new people. A few times, someone sent a video invitation; I clicked to look, mostly locals with average builds, which didn't spark much interest. I began to realize that after those three days, I had developed a clearer preference for 'brawny' and 'big.' Before, I thought 'close enough' was fine, but now I would subconsciously compare—whether they had shoulders as broad as his, whether they had that same heavy weight, whether there was that almost splitting fullness when they entered.
Half a month later, he sent a text message from Beijing: Are you okay, little slut? I replied: Fine. My asshole has recovered. He sent back a wicked-smile emoji, then a voice message in English saying that he had also found an Asian boy in Beijing, but “not as tight as you, and not as nice when he cries out.” After I listened, my face burned, but I still couldn’t help replying: Then will you still look for me next time? He replied quickly: Of course. Next time I want to fuck you even longer.
This sentence kept me hard all day.
At the beginning of September, graduate school started. The new campus was much larger than the undergraduate one, and the dorms were for two people per room. My roommate was a quiet engineering student with a regular schedule, so he barely affected me. I hid that encrypted photo album even deeper, and only at night after my roommate fell asleep would I put on my headphones, listen to his voice messages again, or look at his photos and take care of myself. Sometimes I would think of him standing by the window fucking me, the river view in front of my eyes while he drove me all the way to the deepest place again and again. That feeling of being completely possessed became my most common fantasy material when I was alone.
In mid-October, he came to this city again. This time he only stayed two days, still at the same hotel. The text came while I was in the library; the moment I saw the message, I got hard. I replied: What time? He replied: Now. I immediately packed up, went back to the dormitory to get a change of clothes, cleaned myself carefully, and took a taxi over.
This time when he opened the door, he was only wearing a towel around his waist, and his physique looked more toned than last time. As soon as I entered, he pressed me against the wall for a deep kiss, his tongue almost reaching my throat. His hand went straight into my pants, kneading my butt, and he whispered, 'Did you miss me?' I nodded. He smiled, picked me up, threw me onto the bed, and quickly stripped off my clothes just like last time.
This time we didn't have much foreplay. He put on a condom, squeezed out a generous amount of lube, and had me kneel directly by the bed. When the massive head pressed against me, I couldn't help but suck in a breath. He patted my butt: "Relax, you know you can take it." I took a deep breath and tried to open myself up. He pushed in slowly and firmly until he was completely buried inside. I lay face down on the bed, fingers gripping the sheets, feeling the mingled sensations of fullness, ache, and pleasure.
He started moving. At first he was still fairly restrained, but later he became faster and heavier. The sound of flesh colliding sounded again in the room. He gripped my waist, driving all the way to the deepest point each time, cursing me in English mixed with Chinese. I was fucked so hard I could hardly form complete sentences, only manage broken cries. He asked whether I liked it, and I could only nod. Then he asked if I wanted to be fucked even harder, and I hoarsely said I did.
He switched to a face-to-face position, pressing my legs up toward my chest, almost folding me in half. At that angle he went in extremely deep, and I felt as if I were about to be split through. He lowered his head to look at where we were joined, a satisfied look in his eyes, then sped up. I couldn’t take it and reached out to push at his stomach, but he grabbed my wrist and pinned my hand above my head, continuing to pound me hard. The poppers were handed to my mouth again; I took a few deep sniffs, and the pain was immediately replaced by magnified pleasure. I began to lift my hips to meet him on my own, shouting incoherently, “Deeper,” “Fuck me to death.”
During ejaculation, he didn't pull out but pressed firmly to the deepest point, releasing with a low roar. Even through the condom, I could feel his throbbing. He lay panting on me for a while before slowly withdrawing. My anus couldn't close immediately, slightly open with overuse redness. He gently teased it with his finger and said with a smile: 'So beautiful.'
That night we did it twice. Once in the shower, he entered from behind, hot water rushing over our intertwined bodies; once by the window, my hands braced against the glass, watching the night view blur with each of his thrusts. The next morning, he woke up inside me and slowly started moving again. I drowsily matched his rhythm until he came again.
When seeing him off, I clearly felt my walking posture was somewhat unnatural. He noticed and deliberately patted my butt in the elevator, whispering, 'Remember to think of me.' I nodded, blushing.
Since then, we have kept in irregular contact. Every time he came to this city, he would tell me in advance. Sometimes he would only stay one night, sometimes two or three days. Each time I would clean myself up in advance and put on the tight thong he liked to go to the hotel. Our rhythm became more and more familiar—he knew where I was sensitive, and I knew how he liked me to cry out and how he liked me to clench. Sometimes he would ask me to wear a specific outfit, such as only one of his oversized T-shirts with nothing underneath; sometimes he would make me kneel and crawl over, use my mouth to get him hard, and then sit down on top of him myself.
Once before his business trip ended, he specifically stayed an extra day. That day we hardly went out, making love from morning till night. He had me try more positions—side entry, standing while being held, bent over the sofa armrest. Each time he would fuck me until I was nearly senseless, then use his fingers or tongue to bring me to climax again. When it ended, I lay on the messy sheets, my body covered in hickeys and finger marks, my asshole once again swollen and unable to close. He leaned against the headboard smoking (though the hotel banned it, he opened the window anyway), looking at me, and suddenly said, 'You're the most compatible boy I've met in Asia.'
That sentence stirred an unusual softness in my heart. I didn't answer, just crawled over and leaned against his solid chest, listening to his strong heartbeat.
Graduate student life continued. The coursework wasn't too heavy, and I had enough time for the gym. I began consciously exercising my core and glutes, hoping to better withstand him. Sometimes I'd examine my body in the mirror, imagining how he would evaluate it next time. Occasionally, people still contacted me in the chat room, but I replied less and less. Most of the time, I preferred to save my desires for those few real, intense meetings.
When winter came, he appeared again. This time the hotel was a different one, on a higher floor, and the lights of the entire city could be seen outside the window. We went at it like crazy. He loosely tied my wrists to the headboard with a tie, leaving me completely unable to resist, able only to endure his deeper and deeper thrusts. Poppers, lube, his sweat and low growls blended into the hottest memory of this winter. When it was over, he untied the tie, pulled me into his arms, and kissed my forehead with rare tenderness.
"Next year I may be transferred to a permanent post in Asia." he suddenly said.
I was taken aback, my heart skipping a beat. 'Really?'
"I'm not sure yet. If it works out, would you be willing to see me often?"
Looking at his hairy chest, recalling the feeling of being filled by him and fucked to my limit every time over these past months, I nodded.
“I’m willing.”
He laughed, and his hand slid again toward my ass, patting it lightly. “Then keep your little ass tight and wait for me.”
He teased me until I got hard again. Noticing this, he chuckled softly, flipped over, and pinned me underneath, his re-hardened cock pressing against my still-swollen entrance.
"Since it's still hard, then let's do it once more."
I didn't refuse. My legs actively parted, welcoming his familiar, rough yet precise entry. The sound of bodies colliding filled the room again, the city lights outside the window turning into blurry spots of light in my swaying vision. I completely let go beneath him, crying out, meeting his thrusts, leaving all restraint outside the door.
This time, we did it for a very long time. So long I could hardly remember how many times I came, so long the sky outside the window began to lighten. When he finally pulled out and came on my lower abdomen, I couldn't even be bothered to move a finger. He wiped me clean with a towel, then pulled me into his embrace.
"Sleep." He said it in Chinese, his pronunciation still not very standard.
I closed my eyes, listening to his gradually steady breathing, feeling the lingering sensation of being stretched open deep inside. The sounds of impact, low roars, and the image of myself completely letting go beneath him once again clearly surfaced in my mind.
Whether it's bizarre or alternative, it's just between the two of us, one after another voluntary, intense, unreserved encounters. And now, these encounters seem to have the possibility of continuing.
The daylight outside the window grows brighter and brighter. I fall into a deep sleep in his sturdy arms, a trace of satisfaction curling at the corner of my mouth. My body still aches, but my heart is unexpectedly calm.
In the days that followed, I began to wait more attentively for the next text message. Graduate school papers, experiments, and group discussions became the mundane backdrop during the waiting intervals. Occasionally, late at night in the quiet, I would open the encrypted photo album, flipping through his pictures one by one, or listen to the voice messages he sent. Those voices carried his unique low and hoarse tone, always making me harden quickly.
Once he sent a short video, only showing his lower half as he masturbated, his thick, long cock slowly stroked in his hand, the tip already glistening with clear fluid. At the end of the video, he dipped a finger in it, brought it close to the camera, and said in English, 'Miss your mouth, and your asshole too.' After watching, I almost immediately went to the bathroom and took care of myself as quickly as possible.
This connection became a secret tacit understanding between us. He wouldn't send messages every day, but each time he appeared, it was with clear desire and arrangements. And I gradually got used to these irregular yet intense reunions.
When spring was almost over, he finally confirmed the news of his transfer. The text message was just one short line: Starting next month, I'll be stationed there permanently. Are you ready, little bitch?
I stared at the screen for a long time, then replied: Ready.
That night, alone in the dormitory, I imagined the possibility of more frequent meetings in the future, feeling both excited and somewhat nervous. Excited about being so thoroughly entered and possessed by him again, nervous about how this relationship would continue—whether it would remain purely physical or if more indescribable things would slowly grow.
But that was all for later.
Now, I just want to see him again as soon as possible. See that tall body, the thick long dick, the familiar sound of impact in the room, and the sight of myself completely letting go beneath him.
Whether it's bizarre or alternative, at least at this moment, I clearly know—this is my voluntarily chosen, intense and genuine desire. And he, obviously, is too.
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