He opened his mouth and bit Shen Zhifei's shoulder to release the pain, panting heavily as he tried to adapt to the contents of his body as quickly as possible.
Shen Zhifei thrust gently, but he was also in a lot of pain. He could only hold Song Lang's head and kiss the top of his head to comfort him. When he heard Song Lang groan that he seemed to be in less pain, he slowly increased the intensity of his thrusts.
Feeling Song Lang's tight body gripping him tightly, every grinding and collision between his penis and the intestinal wall aroused a huge wave of pleasure.
It wasn't just the physical pleasure from the union of bodies, but also the psychological satisfaction of completely possessing Song Lang.
Song Lang was still in great pain, and his eyes were even moist.
Just when he felt his lower body was almost numb from being fucked, a certain spot inside him was suddenly pushed against, stimulating him so much that he felt a jolt of pleasure comparable to that of an orgasm, which instantly overwhelmed him.
A suppressed gasp escaped his throat.
Shen Zhifei then thrust into that spot again, and Song Lang's penis, which had already ejaculated, rose again.
"Right there, push a little harder." Song Lang didn't care about shame; all he wanted now was to ease the pain, and if he could feel some pleasure, that would be even better.
Shen Zhifei kissed him, thrusting into his body quickly and heavily. Song Lang's moans changed tone, the pain in his groans replaced by a more sensual tone of enjoyment and pleasure.
As their bodies gradually adapted, the thrusting became smoother, and the lubricant foamed at their point of union, producing delicate wet sounds with each of Shen Zhifei's thrusts.
Song Lang was so overwhelmed by the impact that he lost his senses. The starry sky before him seemed to sway, and the grass beneath him seemed to shake along with it.
The moment he was being fucked while his arm was around Shen Zhifei's shoulder, he seemed to see a sky full of starlight falling down, landing in Shen Zhifei's eyes, and on him.
Chapter 45
Inside the cramped tent, the lingering dampness after the passion subsided mingled with the air, drifting and swaying, gradually dissipating into the fragmented starlight.
Shen Zhifei withdrew from Song Lang's body, almost reverently placing a kiss on his forehead, his nose brushing against his burning cheek, and then gently taking his lips, which had been bitten, into his mouth.
Just a moment, smooth it out with the tip of your tongue.
Song Lang was exhausted from being manipulated, but his legs were still wrapped around Shen Zhifei's waist. He numbly maintained the inertial position and kissed Shen Zhifei while soaking in sweat.
He couldn't say whether the pain or pleasure was more prominent in his initial sexual experience, but he had to admit that the last few minutes were quite intense, even better than the oral sex he had experienced with Fei Fei.
That's pretty amazing.
"Brother, let me carry you to take a bath."
Shen Zhifei knelt up, put her arms around Song Lang's back, and pulled him up as well.
For a moment, Song Lang felt dizzy and instinctively wrapped his arms around Shen Zhifei's neck, then sat on his lap. Warm liquid flowed out and wet Shen Zhifei's legs.
Both of them blushed.
"Damn, you bought that thing, but didn't you know to buy something else?"
Song Lang strained his sphincter muscles, feeling extremely embarrassed.
"I bought it, but it's useless." Shen Zhifei held the back of his head and kissed the corner of his mouth, his breath and eyelashes trembling slightly. "The first time, I wanted to ejaculate inside you."
"Shut up," Song Lang bit his tongue, his hand flailing haphazardly to the side in the dim light. "Where's the tissue? Hurry up and find it, you can't hold it anymore."
Shen Zhifei fumbled for his own underwear and pressed it against Song Lang's pert buttocks. "Use this. I'll wash it later."
When they went to take a shower, Song Lang insisted on not being carried. He was afraid that Shen Zhifei would drop him, and he felt that being carried was not manly at all. He hadn't been so exhausted that his legs were too weak to walk.
However, his inner thighs still couldn't stop trembling, and he had to lean against the wall to share half of his weight while washing his body.
Shen Zhifei leaned close behind him, spraying him with a showerhead in one hand, while her slender middle finger probed into his body with the other, gently pulling out and cleaning up those embarrassing things.
The two almost got carried away again, but considering they were in someone else's house, they didn't do anything further. After cleaning themselves up and changing their clothes, Song Lang, feeling both hot and cool on his buttocks as if experiencing both extremes of hot and cold, went to lie down on the sofa in the living room.
Shen Zhifei was in charge of cleaning up the mess. Just as he was about to wash his underwear, he heard laughter approaching from outside the door.
He found a plastic bag and put his dirty underwear in it. Just as he put it in his backpack, the door was opened, and a group of people squeezed in, laughing and joking. Only Song Xianji blocked the doorway in a "big" shape, shouting that he wanted to go play somewhere else.
Hearing the noise, Song Lang got up and, seeing how wildly they were playing, asked, "What are you doing?"
Song Xianji turned his neck 90 degrees with difficulty, and seeing that their clothes were neat and they weren't hugging or cuddling, he stopped.
Meng Fanxing, who was squeezing in at the front and making the most noise, fell face-first into the doorway, a truly touching sight.
"Damn it! Couldn't you have given me a heads-up?! My perfectly straight nose has completely collapsed!"
Meng Fanxing covered her nose and got up, raising her foot to kick Song Xianji. The two started making a ruckus again, and several big boys ran around and shouted in the living room, their noisy laughter almost lifting the roof off.
"You guys only know how to bully honest people. I have powerful backers too, let me tell you," Meng Fanxing ran up behind Shen Zhifei and used him as a shield to push him forward. "Our little brother Fei is super powerful. If you mess with me again, I'll make him do it, and you'll all be kneeling down and calling me daddy!"
Everyone rushed over and surrounded the two of them, laughing and joking. In the midst of their play, someone ripped the backpack off Shen Zhifei's hand, and its contents scattered on the ground.
Song Lang's heart leaped into his throat. Ignoring his still-sore bottom, he rushed over and kicked Meng Fanxing away, landing with a thud on his schoolbag, nearly breaking his tailbone.
Everyone stopped playing around and stared at Song Lang, who had suddenly appeared, as if he were a complete idiot.
"No, hahaha—dude, are you trying to scam me? You sat down so hard, did you break your balls?"
A guy named Lin Chen, who was also a friend of Song Xianji's through a fight, laughed and tried to pull Song Lang up, but Song Lang was sitting on that dirty pair of underwear. If he stood up, he would be finished.
He wouldn't get up no matter what.
This secretive attitude made him even more suspicious. Lin Chen's eyes darted around and he suddenly realized: "There must be something good in your bag, right? You're afraid you'll be embarrassed in front of the girls, aren't you? It's okay, they're all tough guys, just share the good stuff."
Shen Zhifei walked over to Song Lang and squatted down, touching his tailbone. "Are you alright?"
Song Lang shook his head, his hands sweating with nervousness. "It's nothing."
Shen Zhifei looked up at Lin Chen, who was still trying to make a fuss, and the icy coldness in her eyes made the other person pause for a moment.
Just as the atmosphere was getting a little awkward, Hao Wei came over and shoved Lin Chen, laughing and scolding, "Who are you calling a man? Sisters, let's beat him up."
Several girls responded and pretended to beat him up, but Lin Chen dodged with a laugh. Everyone laughed again, and no one cared about what Song Lang was hiding under his butt.
Shen Zhifei helped the man up, put his things into his backpack and zipped it up, then said to Song Lang, "Let's go into the tent, I'll check if you've hurt yourself."
"No, it just sounds scary." Song Lang leaned back on the sofa, holding his lower back and whispering, "But you can massage my back and legs for me, it's a bit uncomfortable."
"Okay." Shen Zhifei nodded.
At this moment, Song Xianji, who was passing by the two, accidentally overheard these two sentences of conversation. He looked at the two of them with surprise, and only when Song Lang glared at him did he put on a playful smile and whistle.
Song Lang was about to explode, his hair standing on end, but Song Xianji didn't argue with him. He just patted Shen Zhifei on the shoulder, chuckled and said "Awesome," and then went off to play with the rest of the group.
"Holy crap, what does he mean?" Song Lang cracked his knuckles, staring at his retreating figure with gritted teeth.
“He’s alright,” Shen Zhifei said, taking his hand and then letting go, her fingertips lightly brushing against his palm. “Don’t be angry.”
"What makes him good enough? Besides having good grades and getting into your school, what else makes him good enough?"
Song Lang suddenly felt very sour. He had spent nights on end sighing and unable to sleep because he was trying to figure out the relationship between Song Xianji and Shen Zhifei. Now, hearing Shen Zhifei say that he was "okay", he was very unhappy.
Shen Zhifei laughed and whispered in his ear, "Baby, don't be jealous. I only love you."
Song Lang was so aroused by him that he almost got an erection on the spot. He quickly distanced himself and muttered, "Are you crazy? There are so many people here. Behave yourself."
Shen Zhifei stopped teasing him and went outside to buy some food. Song Xianji, however, seemed determined to get a beating, so he sat cross-legged to the side and chuckled amusedly, "Oh, why is Brother Song eating so blandly? Just porridge, will that fill you up?"
"Will you die if you don't talk?" Song Lang really wanted to smash the bowl of porridge in his hand on his head.
"Oh? Yeah, Dalang, are you full?" Meng Fanxing came over with a concerned look. "Should I order takeout for you?"
“Brother, you have good taste,” Song Xianji said with a smile, hooking his arm around Meng Fanxing’s shoulder. “Order some hearty dishes, whatever’s highly nutritious.”
Meng Fanxing was really going to get her phone, which made Song Lang so angry that his face turned pale and then red. How could he have such a stupid and stupid friend with such low IQ?
However, this dull-witted guy made a remarkable leap in his grades in the final exams of his first year of high school, leaving him far behind.
Song Lang, who has never cared much about his grades, is feeling a bit down this time.
It wasn't just that his brother, who had once sworn to sit firmly on the bottom spot with him, suddenly left him behind and soared to new heights; more importantly, he clearly realized the gap between himself and Shen Zhifei.
Shen Zhifei is truly outstanding. Whether it's his physique and appearance, or his academic achievements and character, he's at the very top of the pyramid. And what about him? He's just a half-baked amateur.
While grades don't tell the whole story, his final exam results were really nothing to brag about.
That's so embarrassing.
He felt so ashamed that he felt unworthy of Shen Zhifei's excellence.
When Song Lang returned home from school, he showed no excitement about summer vacation and ate dinner with an unusually serious expression.
Shen Zhifei helped tidy up the dishes before going to Song Lang's room.
Song Lang was lying on his back on the bed, contemplating life. When he saw him come in, he scooted over to make room for him to sit.
Shen Zhifei pressed down on him and kissed him, startling Song Lang so much that he quickly pushed her away and hissed, "Mom and Dad are outside! You..."
His lips were kissed again, his teeth were pried open, and Shen Zhifei forcefully entered, using her tongue to sweep away all his reason.
They had been together for nearly two months, but could only see each other on weekends. Whenever no one was home, they would embrace and kiss passionately as soon as they entered the house, kissing their way to the living room and bedroom, and then falling onto the bed for deeper intimacy. Although they no longer easily went all the way, their kissing and oral skills were improving rapidly.
Song Lang sometimes had nonsensical thoughts, such as if learning math, physics, and chemistry could be as self-taught as doing this kind of work, that would be fucking great.
A sharp pain shot through his neck. He snapped back to reality, grabbed Shen Zhifei's hair, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't bite, Mom's got sharp eyes."
Shen Zhifei looked up at him, gently biting his chin with her teeth, and said, "You have something on your mind."
Song Lang lowered his eyes to meet his burning gaze, swallowed, and said, "No."
"Not going to talk?" Shen Zhifei reached into his pants and grabbed his erect penis without warning, applying slight pressure. Song Lang let out an impatient groan.
"N-nothing, what should I say?" Song Lang pursed his lips, feeling extremely agitated.
Shen Zhifei tilted her head and kissed his earlobe, then released the thing and moved her hand downwards, her fingertips heading straight for the point. Song Lang let out a soft cry and squeezed his legs together.
"Damn it! Get up!"
His parents were watching TV in the living room, and he could occasionally hear their conversation. The two of them were embracing, and Shen Zhifei's fingers were about to penetrate his body. The forbidden stimulation made Song Lang both scared and excited, and his heart rate soared instantly.
"If you won't talk, then I'll make you talk with that other mouth of yours."
Shen Zhifei tightened his fingers, and a small cut appeared at the tip of his finger, allowing the heat from his body to seep out.
"Not only should it talk, but it should also talk very loudly, and it would be best to call Mom and Dad over to listen."
Song Lang quickly surrendered, "I'll talk, I'll talk! Let go of me first!"
Shen Zhifei pursed his lips and remained silent, his fingers firmly breaking through the tight passage, pushing deeper.
"Holy shit—" Song Lang's voice was hoarse when he saw that he was going to get serious. "I'll talk, I'll talk. I fucking did badly on my final exams, and I'm feeling inferior, okay? Get the fuck out here!"