Liang Xucheng met Shen Jun when he was 17 years old.
At that time, Shen Jun was 20 years old and in his second year of college and was working part-time as a tutor for several high school students. Liang Xucheng was in a special situation at that time and had quite a few tutors, Shen Jun being one of them.
"A-Xu, this person is your new tutor, he is very good. He was one of the top students in last year's college entrance exams. All the students he tutored have made great progress. You should listen to him and study well!" His mother told him.
Liang Xucheng did not turn his head to look at the new tutor. He was seated with his back to them, playing with the game console silently.
"A-Xu!" The woman wanted to approach.
Shen Jun stopped her, "Auntie, I'll go."
The woman hesitated, "But..."
Shen Jun had experience with students during their rebellious period. This situation did not surprise him, "The more you discipline him, the more he will antagonize you. I'm not much older than him, and I'm also a boy, so maybe he'll listen to me a little."
The woman sighed in embarrassment, "Then, please."
"It's nothing."
The woman looked at the young man who had his back to them before turning around and leaving.
Shen Jun closed the door to the room and walked toward the teenager as he said quietly,
"What are you playing?"
The other party ignored him.
Shen Jun didn't care either, he went to pour himself a cup of hot water and walked over to the desk to glance through the young man's books, then picked up a pen and started marking some notes.
The only sounds in the room were that of the books being skimmed, the sound of pens, and the clicking of the console knobs.
Shen Jun had been writing for half an hour. At that moment, the teenager holding his posture suddenly stood up and walked toward him.
Shen Jun had already finished marking the key points and put down the book.
Next to him stood a young man, who said, " Get out."
The voice was slightly hoarse, probably from the voice change period, strangely raspy, but not unpleasant to hear.
Shen Jun had already thought of the words to say to this rebellious teenager, but as soon as he raised his head, the words got stuck in his throat.
He had not seen the young man's face before because his back was turned to him, but when he saw him now, he discovered that it was wrapped with gauze, revealing only half of his chin and a pair of hostile eyes that did not belong to a teenager.
Shen Jun's mouth dropped open, unable to speak for a moment.
When the teenager saw his reaction, the hostility in his eyes intensified and he screamed, "Get out!"
"Yes, sorry!" Shen Jun came back to his senses.
The hostess had warned him before by saying that something had happened to the young man a while ago and that he was different. He thought those words probably meant that the teenager was physically weak due to some accident, so he might have to pay more attention to the other party during the tutoring.
He hadn't expected him to be like that at all...it looked like the face was severely scarred.
The young man pushed him, and Shen Jun stumbled and almost fell.
"I didn't mean to..." Shen Jun thought that his reaction had hurt the other party's pride, "...your mother didn't make it clear to me. You just had an accident, you're not that bad. I'm sure your face is just as attractive as your eyes."
Suddenly, the young man broke all the books he had touched before in front of the desk, Shen Jun got scared and went to stop him, before he broke more things.
Hearing the noises, the woman rushed in and was stunned for a moment, then immediately pulled Shen Jun out and slammed the door shut. Outside, Shen Jun heard the woman's scolding and the young man's shouting, everything was chaotic. Only after a long while did the woman come out, smiled vainly, and said to him, "I made you look bad today. You are very good, but I think I should hire another tutor who can handle him."
Shen Jun did not reply, he looked towards the door, and a choked sob was heard from the young man inside. He said goodbye and left.
He thought he would never see that young man again, but little did he know that the following week he would receive a call from his mother again, "Shen Jun, may I ask...can you help me again? If you can, the fee will be twice as much as last time."
After a detailed talk, Shen Jun learned that after he left, she had hired other tutors, but the young man not only ignored them but also used some very bad jokes to make everyone angry. The woman had no choice but to give up on the idea of hiring another tutor when the young man suddenly said Shen Jun's name.
He said that he could study well with a tutor named Shen Jun. And although the woman found it surprising, she still called Shen Jun in the hope that this time her son would behave himself.
When Shen Jun entered the room, he saw the teenager sitting at his desk in a disciplined manner, his face still wrapped in gauze. Shen Jun nodded to the woman and walked over.
Shen Jun sat in the chair next to him, watched him flip through his newly purchased books, and began to ask him what courses he had left behind.
The young man did not answer at first. Shen Jun went to get up to pour water, but the young man thought he was leaving and suddenly pulled, answering his questions.
Time passed quickly. In Shen Jun's mind, it was just an experience with a rebellious boy who suddenly came to his senses, but in someone else's heart, it was not like that at all.
When Shen Jun first taught Liang Xucheng, his textbooks were new and had no names, so he thought he had torn up the old ones before and had not written his name yet. This time, however, they were all with the name. Shen Jun looked at the words in it and said, "Shen Xu? We have the same name."
Shen Jun had never seen a man in the family and the lady's surname was Liang. He thought that this was a single-parent family and that the boy should have the same surname as his mother, but it turned out that this was not the case.
The young man pursed his lips and said nothing, looking at his hand turning the pages of his book.
Shen Jun looked at him, "What's so nice about my hands? You should read the book with me."
The teenager then raised his eyes, looked at the words in the book, and quickly looked at Shen Jun's profile again.
Shen Jun, "..."
However, Shen Jun was already satisfied that he would sit beside him obediently and listen to him, and it was good that the other person was not someone whose information went in one ear and out the other. The young man almost always answered the questions he asked at the end of each session.
He was satisfied.
As he was gathering his things and preparing to leave, the young man suddenly tugged at his sleeve, Shen Jun looked at him in confusion. The young man said nothing and pointed to his eyes, looking a little uncomfortable.
Shen Jun smiled and said, "You look good, I am looking forward to the day when your face will recover."
The young man let go of him, and his eyes, which were hostile at first, became softer, he clenched his fist and watched Shen Jun walk away.
Perhaps because he thought the young man had done well today, Shen Jun suddenly turned around as he reached the door and smiled at him, "You did very well today, keep it up!"
The teenager was surprised, his ears blushed slightly and he looked away.
"Well, see you tomorrow!"
Shen Jun walked away. When he said this, he never thought that this would be the last time he would see this young man.
Ms. Liang had an incident the next day, she had killed someone in broad daylight and attempted to commit suicide, but was shot down on the spot by the police.
Shen Jun learned from an onlooker that the woman was psychologically ill or had bipolarity, always looking different, sometimes looking normal.
What had happened to her son's face was done with her own hands. Fortunately, he was taken to the hospital in time, but there was no guarantee that he would recover. Since then, her sensitive son had become more violent than his mother.
After the incident, Shen Jun went to see the teenager, but the apartment was empty when he arrived. The neighbors said that the boy had been picked up by relatives and would probably not return.
To Shen Jun, he was a stranger with whom he had only spent two days. He had not even seen the young man's real face, and five years is more than enough for him to forget everything.
The 17-year-old Liang Xucheng was not yet called Liang Xucheng. He was called Liang Xu following his mother's surname, and the Shen Xu he wrote in his book at that time was just a wish for that person, who at that time did not fully understand why he wished and told himself that it was just a passing thing.
That person always spoke softly, the corners of his lips moved slightly, and his eyes were clear and beautiful. He had never seen such beautiful eyes, but that person told him, the ugly him, that he had an attractive pair of eyes.
He was upset. At night, his face hurt, his mother was angry in the living room and he was curled up under the covers, wishing that person was with him. He longed to be able to hold him, so he could sleep peacefully.
Vaguely, he dreamed of that person, sitting at his desk, helping him with his homework, and outside he could hear his mother hissing. He got out of bed and came over to hug him by the neck.
His body was thin but warm, he was reluctant to let go.
Outside, his mother screamed louder and he began to tremble.
But the person said, "Don't be afraid, I am here."
Hearing those words, the screaming outside gradually subsided, he calmed down and slid down to sit with his back against the person's legs.
He stroked his head and the world became silent.
The air conditioning stopped working, and the man seemed to feel warm and began to take off his shirt.
The movement led the young man to look up, he saw how the person lifted his shirt, exposing his navel, followed by his nipples, his collarbone...
Young men are energetic, but he was still surprised by his reaction and turned away with red ears. But the person behind him thought he was uncomfortable and knelt against his back, gently asking him what was wrong.
Time seemed to stand still when a cool, hot breath brushed the tips of his ears, and his almost flushed body pressed against him...
He couldn't stand it any longer...
Liang Xucheng suddenly woke up, his crotch was so hard he felt like he was about to explode. He searched for many magazines and browsed through them, but after masturbating for a while, he had not managed to free himself. His cock continued to harden, he threw down the magazine and ran to the desk.
He sat down where Shen Jun had been before and began to masturbate while stroking the pen Shen Jun had left.
He gasped deeply, his mind filled with Shen Jun's half-naked body.
In his fantasy, he constantly subjected Shen Jun to various shameless positions. Each scene made his blood boil, and he was out of control...
Soon, the accumulated semen was shot out with force, much of it staining the pen.
He looked at the pen and he began to harden again.
The milky white liquid falling on the pen looked as if it was falling on the face of the
person he craved so much.
I can't take it anymore…