Deep in the Act: Chapter 46

Gao Zhun tucked in his tie, wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and came out of the restroom. That man was still following behind him, a young man with very light hair and eye color, like he was mixed race. Clearly he had gotten a taste of something good, but was still reluctant to leave, his two eyes staring dead at Gao Zhun’s swaying buttocks. At this point there weren’t many people in the bar. They walked one after the other along the aisle. Everyone around them knew what was going on. Gao Zhun wanted to go home, but the man kept pestering him, stepping forward to grab his hand, muttering. “Stay a bit longer… I’ll give you…”

Gao Zhun shook off his hand, shaking it off with one flick. The man grabbed him again. Just then someone called from behind. “Teacher?” Almost instantly, Gao Zhun knew who it was. He turned around and on a small sofa seat, saw Justin and a somewhat slender boy. On the glass table were a gin and a coffee, plus a suede watch box.

Surprised? To say surprised was surprised, to say not surprised, it was also so natural and expected. Remembering that previous unpleasant conflict, Gao Zhun suddenly found his past self quite ridiculous. “Justin, when did you get back?” He was about to walk toward him when the young man behind him rudely yanked him. “What do you mean,” he said. “Playing me, right!”

Gao Zhun gave him a light glance. In his peripheral vision, Justin suddenly stood up. He could imagine his expression, that kind of youthful passion and infatuation. So he said provocatively to that man. “Played you, so what, want to fight?”

He was full of confidence, thinking Justin would act like a jealous husband fighting over a lover, throwing a heroic punch for him. The result exceeded his expectations. Justin didn’t go for that kid, but grabbed his waist, hoisted him onto his shoulder with one easy lift.

Feet off the ground, the world spinning. When his vision stopped swaying, Gao Zhun discovered he was being carried out by Justin on his shoulder. The whole roomful of people were dumbfounded, not a single one stepped up to stop them.

The door slammed shut behind them. Justin pulled car keys from his pants pocket, pressed a button, and across the street the headlights of a Grand Cherokee flashed. Passersby looked over one after another. Justin was so openly arrogant, pulling open the passenger door and tossing Gao Zhun inside.

“What are you doing!” Gao Zhun had never lost his composure like this, straightening his suit while scolding him. Justin turned the steering wheel without speaking, quietly driving his car. Only when Gao Zhun fell silent did he turn back to look at him with concern.

There was a faint smell of tobacco in the car. Gao Zhun felt somewhat panicked for no reason, kicking the glove compartment. “I want to get out.”

“Get out of what car,” Justin made a sharp turn. “My studio is almost here.”

Gao Zhun swayed from his swerve. As revenge, he deliberately put on an aloof posture. “Produce some decent work first before talking. Nothing worth seeing, why would I go.”

Justin casually tossed him a line. “To have sex, that’s why.”

Gao Zhun froze, staring at him with his mouth agape. Justin added another line. “You’re the bottom one, right? Perfect.”

Gao Zhun was practically dragged into his studio. Three stories, high ceilings, sunlight pouring in through glass walls, shining on all kinds of sculptural materials. Smooth cut wood, damaged cast bronze, and rough massive chunks of limestone. Debris everywhere. Justin pushed him to the wall, to a workbench directly hit by the setting sun.

“Get up,” Justin started undressing. Suit, tie, belt buckle. Gao Zhun pushed and shoved not wanting to get up, but it was useless. With one lift Justin hoisted him up, tearing at his coat. “Strip.”

The fiery red light was so dazzling Gao Zhun couldn’t open his eyes. His clothes were peeled off piece by piece. Once his body was bare, he had no choice but to huddle into Justin’s arms. “Not here…”

He meant the work area, those axes and hammers, that glass wall, that real daylight, giving him the illusion of coupling outdoors. Justin blatantly examined his body, every strand of muscle, every piece of bone. This was what he did for a living, his gaze as piercing as an awl. Gao Zhun trembled. “You weren’t like this before…”

“And you were?” Justin asked back, his powerful fingers rubbing at all the acupoints where Gao Zhun could feel soreness and numbness. Gao Zhun let out small sensitive cries, soon docilely going limp. The corners of his eyes, tip of his nose, and lips were all red and bright, looking like he was waiting to be kissed.

“So wanton…” Justin’s thick fingers swept across his nipples, the areolas immediately contracting. He strolled leisurely playing with this body, pressing against Gao Zhun’s ear to ask. “Why didn’t you let me touch you back then?”

Gao Zhun grabbed his wrist, his whole person sinking onto him. “To the bed… I can’t stand!”

Justin wouldn’t, stubbornly exploring his body. Those were magical hands, warm, nimble, with shaping power. Gao Zhun’s mind rippled. For a moment he even felt he was “Rodin’s lover,” no matter teacher and student, no matter the gap of over ten years in age, just sinking like this, falling into the ravine of desire.

“Take me…” He rubbed his cheek against Justin’s shoulder, looking wanton and relaxed. Justin didn’t react right away. He thought he wasn’t into this, and was just about to reach for his belt when suddenly, he was scooped up by the buttocks from the workbench, two legs dragging, pressed against the concrete wall behind him.

Raw concrete wall, not even whitewashed. Gao Zhun cried out, the sole of his foot seeming to get cut. Justin looked at him with a strange gaze, like he wanted to be fierce but couldn’t quite manage it. “Who are you seducing?”

Gao Zhun’s face stiffened. Whether as a senior or an elder, he had the right to get angry. “Scram,” he said bitingly. “If you won’t do it, plenty of others are willing to…” Before he finished speaking, Justin suddenly lifted one of his legs, undid his belt, and standing, pushed his lower body between his two legs. Whether from anticipation or habit, Gao Zhun’s anger took second place. He bent the leg that was standing, making more space for him.

Justin thrust forward boldly and sweepingly, thrusting twice but not getting in. Gao Zhun urged him by twisting his arm. Justin was sweating profusely from anxiety, eyes not daring to look at him, face red, seeming somewhat panicked.

Gao Zhun pushed his chest once, simply kneeling down, grabbing that thing wanting to lick it wet. Holding it in his hand he discovered, this kid was too big, matching his build, shockingly robust. He relaxed his jaw as much as possible, barely able to take him in his mouth, but no matter how he sucked he couldn’t suck deep, so he had to spit it out and laboriously lick from bottom to top. Justin was very excited, both hands pressing on the back of Gao Zhun’s head, wanting to push down but not daring to. Gao Zhun released his mouth, slowly stroking him with his hand, shrinking back to say. “No, it’s too big.”

Justin somewhat returned to his original manner, very childish, saying in a huff. “Don’t think of running,” he pulled Gao Zhun up. “I’ve nailed plenty skinnier than you!” He dragged him through the work area. After two steps Gao Zhun cried out. Justin glanced at those delicate woman like ankles, excitedly scooping him up horizontally.

The stairs were iron, rusted, with quite a postmodern industrial style. Gao Zhun was like a part waiting to be processed, or a long coveted trophy, carefully carried toward his destination. The metal showerhead swished open. Eyes hadn’t adjusted yet when his buttocks were already being played with with ulterior motives. “You’re too big…” he looked down fearfully, holding Justin’s wrist. “I’ll jerk you off, okay?”

Justin was like a lovestruck fool gone mad, feverishly kneading his neck, using only two fingers to spread open his narrow buttocks. Gao Zhun was terrified of his strength, shivering, feeling that thick middle finger slide in aided by the water flow. He was like a chick just hatched from an incubator, trembling nonstop. The difference was chicks were cold, while he was for some kind of perverse pleasure. A sculptor’s fingers were steady, accurate, ruthless. Every movement made him spasm, like a wind up toy. He twisted violently, using every angle of his body to rub against Justin’s robust physique. “Help me jerk off…” he moaned with red eye corners. Justin looked down at his crotch, it was already hard.

The fingers began changing angles, faster, more cunning, more密集. Gao Zhun seemed to have gone mad, forcefully and rapidly shaking his waist. Justin pushed his knee between his two legs, and with one push, he clamped onto it, half sitting on that leg rubbing his lower body in confusion. Justin watched this splash of color before his eyes in astonishment. If he could possess it, he would truly be willing to spend a lifetime whittling away at it. “Teacher… teacher!” Gao Zhun was like he had been electrocuted, this excitement stemming from the guilt of teacher student incest, and also from the uncle nephew like age gap. His four limbs went numb, his bladder swollen and painful. “You wait… wait a moment,” he rubbed twice on Justin’s leg, wanting to get down, but Justin deliberately raised his knee, playfully holding him up. “I need to…” Gao Zhun pointed at the toilet beside them. “Let me go, hurry!”

“This hard, you can’t pee,” Justin couldn’t bear to let him leave his side even for a piss, speaking gentle lies. “Let me get you off first.”

“No,” Gao Zhun was so anxious his toes curled up, his condition so unsightly, yet Justin still wouldn’t let him go. Gao Zhun grabbed his own lower body with both hands, pitifully begging. “I need to pee… let me pee…”

He was holding it in, using all his remaining reason. But Justin extended his arm, taking lubricant from the toothbrush holder rack, squeezing out a big glob, smearing it all over himself, then aggressively thrusting straight in from the front.

Gao Zhun cried out, like a child who had been bullied. Still too big, not going all the way in. Justin, in this half in half out position, steadied himself and began rocking his hips.

“Help… help!” Gao Zhun cried out very loudly, struggling wildly like a tantrum throwing child. Justin clamped him tight with his thick arms, making him unable to move at all. His butt crack opening and closing behind him, forcing him to cry out loudly. “No… I can’t!”

Almost simultaneously, urine came out, splashing, running down Justin’s thigh. Maybe it was too stimulating, or maybe crying and struggling had exhausted his strength. Gao Zhun’s head drooped like a puppet with cut strings, collapsing on him.

“Teacher, you peed all over me!” Justin looked at those pale yellow liquids mixed in the water flow, with a kind of wicked satisfaction. Lifting Gao Zhun’s chin, he saw his trembling lips and closed eyes. He had passed out.

“Teacher?” he called. When someone lost consciousness, they looked especially peaceful. Not a teacher, not some same sex promiscuous partner. Justin suddenly felt his heart blocked unbearably. He turned off the shower, slowly stroking his jet black hair bit by bit.

“Teacher.” He called again. Gao Zhun really had no consciousness. Confirming this, he only then dared to lean in close to touch his lips, touching, sucking, then letting go, sucking again. A cautious kiss, just a kiss, still done secretly, and Justin wanted to come. His buttocks pile driving without arching a few times, pushing forward and stopping still. Gao Zhun felt the world swaying, very comfortable, comfortable like he had become immortal. Rather than being shaken awake, it was more like being awakened by physical pleasure. Opening his eyes, one leg stood before him. Looking up, five toes pointed at the ceiling. Looking down, on the knee was a large hand, thick wrist, distinct knuckles. It was Justin. This was his own leg, already on the bed. Gao Zhun came to his senses, squinting toward his spread thigh roots. Such a big thing, all stuffed into his buttocks, thrusting in and out. The dark red root, sticky body hair, following these to look at their owner, a young flushed face, dripping sweat, messy short hair from the rocking, two round eyes shining brightly looking at him, saying like asking for credit. “Teacher, how is it?”

Gao Zhun lowered his leg from his hand, using a stern gaze to fix on him, then lifted his belly, propping both legs on the bed, finding his own preferred angle. Soon, he was moaning wantonly. Justin was like a country bumpkin who had never seen the world, dumbly watching him, his lower body being squeezed tighter and tighter in a deadly way. He couldn’t quite handle it, just wanting to pull out to catch his breath, when Gao Zhun suddenly clamped down deep, squeezing him out defenselessly.

Like he had been startled, and also like the pleasure was too strong, Justin cried out “mmm ahh” nonstop. After crying out, he was very ashamed, looking like he couldn’t lift his head. Gao Zhun clearly still wasn’t satisfied, using his toes to repeatedly poke his leg. Justin had just gotten himself hard again, and now getting hard again was a bit too much to handle. Gao Zhun hummed in dissatisfaction, starting to lightly kick him with his foot. Justin had no choice but to wrap his legs, biting the bullet and stroking hard, but no matter how he stroked, he still couldn’t get it up.

“Can you do it or not?” Gao Zhun complained as he sat up, leaning close to him, holding him with both hands, rubbing obscenely, but no matter how he rubbed it was soft. Gao Zhun seemed really anxious, his eye rims even wet. “How many times did you come?” “Twice…” Justin feeling wronged  muttered, wiping his nose with the back of his hand.

“That shouldn’t be,” Gao Zhun anxiously trembled, deliberately provoking him with words. “Such a big thing for nothing!”

“How about I go take some medicine,” Justin finally lifted his head, like a child who had done something wrong, speaking frankly. “Teacher, I have medicine.” Saying this, he was about to get out of bed to get it, but was grabbed by Gao Zhun. “You come here.”

Justin obediently sat back on the bed, watching Gao Zhun kneel up, both hands on his shoulders, then like a little girl peeing, squatting on top of him, using his clamped together legs to sandwich his soft lower body, rocking up and down. “Like this… does it feel good?” He hugged his head like a lover, while stroking the muscles at the side of his neck, softly saying. “Do you like me?”

Getting hard, this kind of thing, really might be more about mental stimulation than physical stimulation. Justin felt a ball of fire in his groin, emitting dull smoke, and in the blink of an eye it burned up. He leaned forward and threw Gao Zhun down, saying emotionally. “Teacher, I love you!”

Gao Zhun very much enjoyed the feeling of being poked by something hard, excitedly exhaling several long breaths, like sighing and also like suffering. “Don’t love me…” he shamelessly spread his thighs. “Just sleeping with me is enough.”

At this kind of moment, Justin couldn’t help asking. “That person…” He was referring to Fang Chi, but “doesn’t want you anymore” this kind of words, easily couldn’t be spoken.