From Body to Love

At night, someone was naked, not kneeling on the bed as before, but kneeling in a man's crotch.

Meng Fu's fingers almost trembled, opened Guze's trouser pocket and took out Guze's huge. He didn't know when Guze had an erection. Maybe Guze's sexual desire was particularly strong.

Gu Ze lay in bed and looked down at Meng Fu's expression. "You said it yourself. Don't you want to?"

"I, I, I will."

His fingers held guzewushi and rolled slowly up and down.

The action is too slow and unskilled, which is a kind of torture for Guze, "hurry up." He ordered in a deep voice, "haven't you masturbated yourself?"

"Yes."

How could a normal man not have.

"Who do you think when masturbating? Thank you, really? " Raised his lips and asked sarcastically.

"No."

It's not to think about anyone, but just to relieve and vent. It's like what Guze and he do these days is not that he loves him, but just a kind of torture.

"Use your mouth." Guze suddenly ordered.

Meng Fu's heart was startled. The movement in his hand suddenly stopped. What should come will still come. He can't hide his own request.

Lower your head and get a little closer.

He felt a little sick. He had seen men do this for men in prison. He never thought that such things would fall on his head.

Finally touched his lips, but he hesitated and looked up, "Mr. Gu, I..."

"At this juncture, you'll regret it, won't you?"

After a pause, he finally shook his head, "No."

Meng Fuxin a horizontal, then slowly put the things of Guze into his mouth.

Because he has no experience, he just huff and puff back and forth, and his teeth will rub. Gu Ze's breathing became heavier and heavier. He probably felt that Meng Fu's degree was not enough, so he stretched out his hand and pressed Meng Fu's mouth down.

Wushi reached his throat. Meng Fu's eyes were red. He tried to break free. However, the situation had been completely mastered by Guze, and his head was pressed up and down by Guze.

Occasionally, Guze would scold, "shit, my teeth scraped me, be careful."

His mouth was numb and his saliva was flowing down uncontrollably. He thought his appearance must be very obscene, but it was a long time. Guze didn't vent. He didn't think it was enough. He suddenly grabbed his hair and raised his head.

"Meng Fu." Gnash his teeth and call his name.

Then he sat up, pushed him to his knees on the bed, and pulled and inserted frantically behind him.

A muffled sob.

A cry of forbearance.

All stuck in the throat, dare not make a sound, do not want to make a sound.

Fear, they become more humble.

For a long time, he was tired and sleepy, but he didn't dare to sleep, so he had to force himself to sleep.

After venting, he dared to say, "Mr. Gu, who will you help, right?"

"Why?"

Why, didn't the man promise?

Guze said again, "why should I help him? Because you gave me oral sex? Meng Fu, I thought you were enough to make you ashamed to commit suicide, but I found that there seems to be no shame for people like you. "

"Mr. Gu, what do you want me to do?"

"Why stick to helping who?" Gu Ze said mercilessly. He put on his pants and sat by the bed staring at Meng Fu's face. "Isn't I the one you're most sorry for?"

He didn't know how to answer the phone. An unexpected traffic accident made him sorry for everyone, as if everything was wrong.

"Sorry. I... "

"How did you get your bruises? The old woman called, didn't she? You just let her fight? Yes, you deserve to be beaten. "

Gu Ze then sat up and prepared to go, but Meng Fu suddenly grabbed his arm. He looked at Meng Fu's move in doubt, sat again and waited for Meng Fu's words.

But Meng Fu soon let go, and looked down as if thinking about how to speak.

"What do you want to say?"

He could not find the right words to beg him, and he was not qualified, "nothing." He shook his head and said nothing.

Half a month later, the news of the he family's bankruptcy was broadcast on TV and major websites. On the news, reporters crowded to interview, and the he family's face was haggard.

Meng Fu's impatience began to cause trouble again. Meng Fu was all your fault and you caused it.

He buried his head and worked hard. Jiang Hui regularly reported Xie Zhenzhen's news to him, "Meng Fu, Zhenzhen told me that his husband beat her again. She was still pregnant, but her husband treated her like this."

Meng Fu didn't answer and continued to work. Jiang Hui didn't expect Meng Fu to give him any answer. He just sprinkled a handful of salt on Meng Fu's wound regularly, so that he could feel that he could retaliate for Xie Zhenzhen.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the restaurant, and someone shouted Meng Fu's name.

"There is a murderer in this restaurant. Please pay attention. His name is Meng Fu!"

The crowd suddenly panicked. Most familiar guests remembered a good-looking waiter named Meng Fu, whispering, "how can Meng Fu be a murderer? He looks so gentle."

"There is a saying called gentle scum. People can't judge by appearance. Maybe it's true."

"How is that possible? Is it true? "

“……”

The man was still shouting. The supervisor and employees came to stop him, but the man was very powerful and frightening. He ran around in the restaurant and shouted, "Meng Fu, you come out, you murderer, you come out."

Meng Fu stood up and looked at his former cellmate, Zhou Weiguo, with a surprised face.

"Meng Fu, long time no see."

Seeing that the two people seem to know each other, the supervisor and employees no longer stop it. Zhou Weiguo touches the beard residue on his chin. After so long, Meng Fu is still as good-looking as ever.

"I don't know you." Meng Fudao.

"No? We've been in prison for seven years. " Afraid that the people around didn't believe it, he took out the photo. The person in the photo was Meng Fu who was blowing in the prison.

As if he had been driven into hell, he looked at Zhou Weiguo showing off his photos to others one by one. He looked at those people he didn't believe, but now he looked at him one by one, indifferent and disgusted.

Curl your feet.

He wanted to explain that I was not a murderer. I just bumped into someone by accident.

However, over the years, Gu Ze and he family have told him again and again that he is a murderer. Even he himself is about to believe that he is a murderer.

More and more voices said, "so he's a murderer."

"Who did he kill?"

"I can't see."

“……”

The tide flooded him. Meng Fu gradually retreated. His palm accidentally touched the plate on the table. With a crash, the whole fell, fragmented and shapeless.

Zhou Weiguo shouted, "he's guilty. How cruel it is for this man to kill a woman and an unborn child."

"But how could the murderer be released?" A man asked suspiciously.

"Is accidental homicide not homicide?" Zhou Weiguo retorted, "if he had got off to save people, the two lives would not have been lost. He killed people, he killed people, he deliberately didn't save people. His heart is so dark. So it wasn't an accident. He killed on purpose. "

be rendered speechless. No one doubts.

With so many eyes staring at him, Meng Fu suddenly wanted to escape. He couldn't stand the same situation as that nightclub.

"Zhou Weiguo, why did you do this?" He asked with trembling lips.

"I just tell people the truth, and someone in the province will be killed by you." Then he suddenly lowered his voice, "Meng Fu, you know who told me to do it. Didn't you know about the nightclub at that time? "

Is it Guze? Not enough? Just because he asked for love for what family, so this man retaliated thousands and hundreds of times?

When the crowd was chaotic, the supervisor asked him to go home temporarily, saying he was waiting for notice, but saying in disguise that he was fired. Gu Ze didn't come that day, and Meng Fu didn't want to know how happy Gu Ze was about it. When he opened the textbook, he couldn't read any books.

The next night, Guze came.

Seeing Meng Fu's calm face, Gu Ze was even a little strange, "why don't you see your sadness at all?"

"If you get used to it, there's nothing to be sad about."

How and where can I get used to being hyped up as a murderer.

"What are you going to do?"

"Find another job."

"Where can I find it?"

"I don't know."

Perhaps there was nothing to say between them. Guze didn't know what to ask. After a long pause, he said, "come here."

Meng Fu consciously took off his clothes. He was going to lie down, but Gu Ze sat by the bed, took his arm and asked him to kneel in front of him.

His face was facing the bulging crotch of Guze.

"Mr. Gu, No." He said faintly.

"Why not? You asked for it yourself. "

His request was only for that time, just to help ho family. Now ho family has gone bankrupt, why should he abide by such requirements.

"I... I..."

"Untie my pants." Guze ordered.

"I don't want to." He slumped on the ground and said softly.

"Meng Fu, if you say you don't want to, I'll be happier, because I like to see you in pain." Gu zeleng said, "Meng Fu, in fact, your first time was not for me."

"What does that mean?"

"It's not interesting. Meng Fu, I really underestimate you. How can you pretend like this. But it doesn't matter. I just have to watch you suffer. "

He really didn't understand Guze's meaning. However, the man suspected that he should have done it for the first time. The 25-year-old man was still a virgin, so he couldn't make sense.

But when he said he was pretending, he didn't know what he was pretending in front of Guze.

He still sat on the ground. Guze looked impatient. "Hurry up!"

"No..." he shook his head. He felt sick. Last time he felt very sick.

Gu Ze stood up with anger on his face. "Meng Fu, what qualifications do you have to say 'no'? What qualifications do a person who should live in hell have to say 'no'?"

Meng Fu moved back a little, "don't..."

Gu Ze squatted down and faced Meng Fu. His fingers provoked Meng Fu's chin, and then smiled, "it's good for you to be so afraid." His fingers locked and squeezed his chin. "You know you can't avoid it?"

Hate spreads.

Anger spread.

Meng Fu knew how he could not escape the pain in his chin. He had to obey and let despair take over his heart deeper. Guze sat by the bed with a dark look. Meng Fu knelt on the ground, stretched out his hand and trembled to untie Guze's pants. His lips became closer and closer, and his heart became more and more desolate. He closed his eyes. He told himself that he didn't want anything and breathed Guze's things mechanically.

He was relieved physically, but Gu Ze didn't have any cheerfulness in his heart. He looked at the gentle man under him, and his anger increased a little. He could pretend so well that he was known as a murderer and deserved it.

Meng Fushi was uncomfortable, because Gu Ze's action was very violent. He wanted to spit out the man's things. However, those big hands shackled his head tightly.

There's nowhere to escape.

Suddenly, a stream of heat sprayed into his mouth. He stared wide and wanted to vomit disgustingly.

As soon as Guze quit, he immediately found the trash can and spit it out.

"It's disgusting, isn't it? Aren't you very experienced? How can you feel sick? " Guze sarcastically said.

He raised his hand and wiped his mouth at will. Before he stood still, he was pushed to the bed by Guze. The man's things didn't know when they became hard again. They reached his back hole and shrugged endlessly.

Great pain began to accumulate layer by layer.

Meng Fu suddenly felt very boring. He looked at Gu Ze and said coolly, "it's boring to live."

Gu Ze was stunned for half a second, and then cool thin replied, "yes, it's very boring. Why don't you die?"