Deep in the Act: Chapter 43

A pair of big hands slowly rubbed his head, his lips were carefully sucked, his eyes were closed, but he still accidentally got soap in them. His whole body felt light and floaty, flesh sliding slickly against flesh. Zhang Zhun slightly dodged, pressing his lips together in a faint smile. “Alright, that’s about enough…”

Zhen Xin turned on the shower. Steamy hot water sprayed down, and almost simultaneously, he pushed his tongue deep into Zhang Zhun’s mouth, swirling it on the soft palate, sliding right toward the back of the teeth, burrowing into the tender gap between the upper and lower gums. Zhang Zhun trembled violently, his two legs somewhat unable to stand. Taking advantage of this moment, Zhen Xin turned him around and hugged him tight from behind.

Zhang Zhun hadn’t reacted yet when he felt his lower body being grabbed. Grabbing wasn’t enough, like those massage parlors advertised in legends, he rubbed inch by inch. “What are you doing…” He twisted his waist to struggle, but Zhen Xin held him more firmly, his palm pressed against the base, his five fingers stroking in various ways. Zhang Zhun had never experienced this, looking at his hand in surprise, silently biting his lip.

“Didn’t I say I’d lick you,” Zhen Xin’s voice was hoarse beyond recognition, every word thick with lust. “Have to get clean first…”

Saying this, he poked the tip of his tongue into Zhang Zhun’s ear hole, poking in and rocking back and forth, forcing Zhang Zhun to hum like he couldn’t catch his breath, his hand gripping Zhen Xin’s wrist tight, not knowing whether from fear or wanting more.

This beautiful body swayed slowly in the water flow, those just right curves, those muscles tensed to the extreme. The more he looked, the more Zhen Xin couldn’t control his hands. Zhang Zhun had already started moaning, his buttocks jutting and bumping against him, bumping against his thighs, sliding past his hip bones. Zhen Xin flipped him over, face to face with him, eyes looking into eyes.

“Wash me too.” He looked down at Zhang Zhun, commanding.

Zhang Zhun swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva rapidly, looking down, his mind somewhat unclear. His two trembling hands grabbed him. Very hot, full of vigor, jumping in his palm.

He jerked him off without any creativity. Zhen Xin didn’t find it tiresome, squinting at him, his two hands wrapping around Zhang Zhun’s buttocks along the skin at the back of his thighs, tentatively pinching once. Zhang Zhun didn’t say no, so he boldly played with them. Sometimes when he pinched too hard, Zhang Zhun would look at him questioningly, without a single thought of guarding against him.

“Your butt is really hot…” Zhen Xin said suggestively. Zhang Zhun didn’t pick up on it, his attention entirely on his own and Zhen Xin’s energetic lower bodies. Zhen Xin guiltily glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, and while rubbing would suddenly spread his buttocks apart, his finger sweeping through the butt crack.

“Don’t do that,” Zhang Zhun awkwardly swayed his waist. “It’s weird.”

“What’s weird about it,” Zhen Xin stubbornly spread him, his finger poking at the little hole deep in the crack. Zhang Zhun immediately clenched his buttocks tight, pushing him to look back. Zhen Xin held him deathly tight. “Touch it, just touch it, just once!”

Zhang Zhun wouldn’t do it, so Zhen Xin kissed him, kissing him soft before probing into his butt again. Back and forth, Zhang Zhun softened somewhat, his face flushed red enduring the feeling of a finger pressing on his anus. Very perverted, perverted like gender was reversed.

“You know,” Zhen Xin’s middle finger rubbed back and forth on that small spot, teasing in waves. “The most sensitive place on a man is here…”

Zhang Zhun felt like he wanted to stick it in, like those porn movies. “Take it out,” he demanded with trembling eyelids. “I don’t like this.”

“Let’s try it, okay?” Zhen Xin asked this with his mouth, but his middle finger was already rapidly vibrating at his anal opening, aided by the water’s lubrication. This vibration strangely opened the tightly closed muscle ring. Zhang Zhun shrank his waist in panic, shrinking wherever the finger chased. Without much resistance he was breached past the gate.

He was completely disordered, pressed against Zhen Xin his whole body flushed red, a big hand stuffed in his butt crack. He shook his hips forcefully, trying to shake off that hand. Zhen Xin stroked his back again and again. “Don’t move, I beg you…” He spoke soft words, but actually what bargaining power did Zhang Zhun still have? Zhen Xin tried his best to thrust his finger deeper, thrusting in a bit and retreating a bit, rubbing back and forth repeatedly. The sphincter quickly relaxed, contracting and expanding rhythmically with his movements.

“Wash it,” he pressed against Zhang Zhun’s ear. “Get it clean, in a bit I’ll lick inside…”

“Ah… ah…” Zhang Zhun felt he had already gone mad, being toyed with in the anus until he moaned out loud. But his butt was numb all over, his legs soft too. If not for Zhen Xin holding him up, he would collapse at any moment.

“Do you like it,” hearing the sticky squelching sounds between his legs, Zhen Xin asked bluntly. “At least not hate it?”

“You motherf…” Zhang Zhun cursed him with a tough mouth, but the moment the words came out, they trembled so much they were barely audible, completely another flavor of moaning. He quickly bit his teeth tight, shamefully pulling at Zhen Xin’s hand. Zhen Xin obediently pulled out his finger. The hand had just left when his lips pressed in, like a summer late night storm, lightning passing, immediately followed by thunder.

“To the bed?” Zhen Xin could tell, Zhang Zhun liked kissing him. As long as they kissed, he went soft and limp. Zhang Zhun nodded. Zhen Xin pecked at his face while opening the bathroom door, touching and hugging as he led him toward the bed.

The anus that had just been played with couldn’t close for a while, twitching, somewhat itchy. This itch made Gao Zhun restless and unbearable, subconsciously urging Zhen Xin with his nimble tongue and writhing waist.

“Why so impatient?” Zhen Xin laughed, laying him down on the bed, climbing on top, his two thumbs forcefully grinding his nipples. After grinding he rubbed back and forth with the gap between his middle and index fingers, rubbing until Zhang Zhun raised his buttocks and put them down again, excited beyond knowing what to do. Zhen Xin brushed the stray hair from his forehead, brushing it away before licking his half closed eyes like a cat. “When you’re about to come, tell me.”

Saying this, he slid down, following the supple undulating body in his arms. Zhang Zhun chased after him in a daze, vaguely understanding what he was going to do. Like in that “dream” he had dreamed, he secretly looked forward to it. But when that hot wet mouth really took him in, panic, stimulation, shock, all these fresh emotions mixed together, impacting all his senses. Some sharp cry squeezed from deep in his throat, short and brief. This was the beginning of his compromise with desire.

Zhen Xin sucked up and down rapidly, the sound of saliva unbelievably loud. Zhang Zhun had never encountered anything more comfortable than this, nor experienced anything more shameful than this sex. He clutched the quilt tight, moaning and dragging, until he covered his upper body completely under the quilt, only exposing a buttocks red and trembling like it had been struck by electric current.

Zhen Xin wasn’t very skilled at licking, he was just earnest, the kind of earnest that truly wanted Zhang Zhun to be happy. Licking and licking, he couldn’t help but spread those buttocks apart again, his ring finger extending into the crack. Inside was wet and sticky. The pad of his finger pressed hard at the center of the folds, and the anal opening trembled open.

Zhang Zhun’s humming changed, rising higher, stretching longer. Zhen Xin slowed down with his mouth, his finger thrusting hard around the anus. Just one knuckle in, and Gao Zhun tensed up, his two legs kicking back and forth on the mattress, desperately pushing at his head. Zhen Xin knew, he was about to come. The closer he was to coming, the less he let go. Zhang Zhun twisted his waist madly, his buttocks rhythmically slapping the mattress, making “smack smack” sounds.

He came, spurt after spurt, all into Zhen Xin’s mouth. His two legs lost their strength. He hummed and hummed as he exposed his face, seeing Zhen Xin spitting out a big mouthful of stuff into his palm. That was his semen. Zhang Zhun covered his face, unable to look, turning his head away, rolling his body over to hide the thing that had just been indulging in pleasure.

Then suddenly something sticky was smeared on his buttocks, his butt crack and testicles all covered. Zhen Xin’s finger toyed with his anus using that mucus. When he realized what it was, Zhang Zhun’s temples burned up. “Damn it, Zhen Xin you…”

He didn’t finish speaking, because his backside was being sucked, with a mouth, hot and wet. He grabbed the headboard like calling for help, his eye sockets suddenly burning hot, tears seeming about to pour out. He wanted to run away. Zhen Xin dragged him back by the waist, gripping him with both hands, his arms pressing tight on the backs of his knees, forcing him to stick his buttocks up.

“I… fuck!” Zhang Zhun cursed out of control, this was too intense for him, almost immediately making him hard again. Zhen Xin’s nose pressed against his tailbone, the suction so strong it seemed to suck the flesh inside out, terrifying yet addicting. Just when he ignorantly worried about whether his rectum would prolapse, something burning hot stabbed in, thrusting in again and again, each thrust making him tremble wildly. When he finally realized it was a tongue, his entire back collapsed, unable to bear it anymore as he cried out.

Zhen Xin felt he was getting into it, mischievously withdrawing his tongue, licking lightly around his butt crack while avoiding the important spots. At the same time his hand circled to the front and grabbed his lower body, rubbing carelessly. After teasing like this for not long, Zhang Zhun went soft like a pool of water. Those strong bones, those muscles trained over many years, all useless now.

Zhen Xin let go of him, pulling his arm to flip him over. Zhang Zhun was a bit dazed, subconsciously tucking his buttocks and clamping his legs. Zhen Xin collapsed down, pressing against him from behind with his lower body, rubbing his penis fiercely against Zhang Zhun’s butt crack. “Relax…”

“No… no…” Zhang Zhun thrust his waist forward, not letting him touch. Zhen Xin was very frustrated, acting spoiled. “My tongue is licked raw, look,” he stuck his tongue out to Zhang Zhun’s temple, licking along the temple toward behind the ear. “I’m already like this…” He slapped Zhang Zhun’s buttocks with his penis like making love. “Unless…” He bit his ear. “You lick me…”

Zhang Zhun didn’t show disgust. Zhen Xin immediately pulled and dragged him. “Hurry,” anxiously pushing his hip bones forward. “Lick me!”

Zhang Zhun climbed up, looked at his flushed lower body, and slowly bent down. He didn’t know how, holding it in his hand looking at Zhen Xin at a loss. Zhen Xin pinched his chin, gently prying open his mouth with his thumb. “Round your lips, cover your teeth.”

Zhang Zhun did as he said. After swallowing twice he couldn’t swallow anymore. Zhen Xin also couldn’t bear to force him, rubbing his hair and saying. “Lick it…”

Zhang Zhun’s eye corners were red, like he was wearing seductive makeup, somewhat looking like he had been insulted and hurt. His tongue poked out, tasting and stopping at the point of contact. Zhen Xin rubbed his ear urging him on. He frowned and tried a few more times before he truly started licking.

This should have been done with a stiff upper lip, but desire is hard to explain. Hearing Zhen Xin’s restless humming, slowly, Zhang Zhun also became somewhat engrossed. The more he licked, the more itchy he felt in his butt, itchy until his penis ached and swelled. He guessed Zhen Xin couldn’t see, secretly reaching his hand behind, rubbing his butt crack with the hypothenar eminence.

Zhen Xin saw it, but didn’t point it out. Instead he quite greedily admired his lewd expression. Waiting until Zhang Zhun was too excited, grinding more and more urgently, before lazily saying. “Want it that much,” he patted the bed. “Butt this way.”

Zhang Zhun was very embarrassed, too ashamed to lift his eyes. “What… are you doing?”

“To lick your backside, don’t want it?”

Zhang Zhun hesitated, his knees moving, looking like he wanted to come over but was embarrassed. Zhen Xin deliberately didn’t move, quietly waiting for him to take the initiative. Sure enough, he didn’t hold out for long before that sticky butt was presented to him.

“Don’t stop with your tongue,” Zhen Xin pinched his thigh to straighten him, spreading his buttocks forcefully to both sides, then burying his face in. The sensitive anus was entered by tongue again. Zhang Zhun completely couldn’t hold it in, like a woman who had been drugged, shaking his waist and moaning desperately. Zhen Xin added a finger, poking while licking. “Keep it down, the hotel walls aren’t that thick.”

Zhang Zhun was both wanton and afraid. To not make noise, his two hands held Zhen Xin’s thing, sucking from head to tail mouthful by mouthful, sucking until Zhen Xin also couldn’t take it somewhat, grabbing Zhang Zhun’s lower body, his wrist shaking as he jerked him off with bold sweeping motions. This was a vicious cycle, the more degenerate the more happy, the more happy the more degenerate. Zhang Zhun was already wanton beyond recognition, his own mouth open wide, like the shameless protagonist in a porn movie, eyes closed and lost in pleasure.

Coming was just an instant’s matter, not knowing who lost their grip first, like a chain reaction. The two of them almost simultaneously clenched their buttocks and straightened their waists, chasing after each other shouting, then successively went limp, breathing in intoxication.

Zhen Xin reluctantly toyed with the red swollen anus before his eyes, playing until those folds spasmed and contracted sickly. Only then did he prop himself up from between Zhang Zhun’s thighs, supporting himself on his arms and crawling forward. Clearly still not satisfied, he actually used his soft penis to continue pressing against Zhang Zhun’s wet slippery buttocks, while acting shameless. “I want to go in… let me go in!”

Zhang Zhun knew that pressing like this, it wouldn’t be long before he got hard again. So he restrained himself and dodged, lowering his eyes, murmuring. “No…”

“Why,” Zhen Xin collapsed his arms, clinging sticky to his back. “I promise I’ll be very careful.”

Zhang Zhun was impatient with his relentless pursuit, mumbling. “It’ll become addictive…”

“Huh?” Zhen Xin couldn’t make heads or tails of it. Zhang Zhun was acting shy like a girl, blinking his eyelashes. “When I was little I went to the countryside, there was an old man like that…” He was really shy, so shy his lips were trembling. “The adults said, when he was in his teens someone tricked him into the fields and… did that to him. Then he wanted it all day long, because when semen was shot inside, hair grew in his intestines. He itched so much…”

Zhen Xin was stunned by what he said. Zhang Zhun took the opportunity to get out of bed. By the time Zhen Xin reacted, the sound of rushing water was already coming from the bathroom. “That’s totally something to scare kids with, how could that possibly…”

The phone rang, it was Zhang Zhun’s. He grabbed it wanting to hand it toward the bathroom, glancing at the caller ID, it said “Shige.” He looked at the wall clock, eleven at night. Not knowing where a surge of energy came from, he picked it up.

“Zhuner!” You could tell, Wu Rong was very anxious. Even with the noisy environment, you could feel his concern. “I just saw the damn news, what the hell happened to you… you okay?”

Zhen Xin suddenly felt somewhat relieved. After a while, he said calmly. “Wait a moment.”

Putting down the phone, he went to push open the bathroom door. Just then he heard a string of curses bursting from the phone. “I fuck your mother Zhen Xin! Your mother’s cunt has a disease don’t drag others down with you!”

The door opened. Zhang Zhun was covered in steam, sexy like a gift from God not yet unwrapped. Taking the phone from Zhen Xin’s hand, he tilted his head and listened, so innocent and so pure. “No sound, it cut off.”

Zhen Xin pulled him into his arms, kissing him insatiably, drunk like saying. “I love you…”