Chapter 26
ZHANG YUWEN RESIGNED HIMSELF to his fate. Huo Sichen didn’t have a typical jealous mindset, so he wasn’t at all jealous of Zhang Yuwen’s ex; on the contrary, he was interested in knowing. He knew Zhang Yuwen was the top in his last relationship, but now that they’d defined their relationship, he was the bottom. The thought that his wife had fucked other people in the past instead of being the one getting fucked made Huo Sichen inexplicably excited.
“I guess places like the beach would be up your alley,” said Yan Jun.
“Beaches are my favorite.” Zhang Yuwen shuffled the cards. “It’s sexy to be just wearing swimming trunks, and it’s convenient to make love there, too.”
“So do you want to be seen by others, or nah? Do you find that exciting?”
“No, no,” Zhang Yuwen clarified. “We can’t be seen. I won’t do it in public. Those are two different things. I don’t want a third person watching.”
Yan Jun grinned. “I get it. It’s the thrill of potentially getting caught in the act.”
“Exactly.” Zhang Yuwen laughed. “That’s accurate. But no public exposure. It’s not the same as exhibitionism.”
“So,” Chang Jinxing asked, “do you like wearing some kind of sex toy while you’re taking the subway?”
“Uh…” Zhang Yuwen wanted to glance at Huo Sichen, but he held himself back. “If both parties are doing it, then yes, that’d be very exciting. Like a cage or something.”
“Oh,” everyone chorused, “got it.”
Zhang Yuwen shared a little about his experience of having sex in the fire escape of a school building. Being a director, his language was expressive and precise, and his scene rendering was spot-on. By the end, everyone was blushing and had nothing to ask.
“So romantic,” Huo Sichen remarked.
Everyone else rounded on him. “Seriously?!”
Zhang Yuwen dealt the cards. “At this rate, no one can escape!”
“You can, if you keep winning,” Chen Hong said.
“When are we stopping?” asked Zheng Weize.
“When the fireworks start, I guess.” Chen Hong glanced at the time. “Two more hours. There are fireworks at ten tonight.”
This round, Yan Jun lost. Everyone stared at the devoted dad, and Chen Hong issued a reminder. “Let me make it clear: It can’t be something like long legs or fair skin.”
Yan Jun drank some wine and thought for a moment. “My sexual preferences are similar to Yuwen’s. One is outdoor—”
The rest of the guys cut him off, exclaiming that his answer was unacceptable. Zhang Yuwen, for his part, said, “Right? Doing it outdoors is exciting.”
Yan Jun went on, “I used to surf, and I only wore swimming briefs. It was at the beach, near naked… Let me finish; there’s more!”
“Who’s near naked? You or the other guy?” Chang Jinxing asked.
“Both. You know guys—less fabric. This is only one thing; I have more. The second is… You know the kind…” Yan Jun racked his brain for the right words. “Domestic guys.”
Everyone was confused. Zhang Yuwen asked, “The kind that wears pajamas or casual wear?”
“Yeah. Kind of like a Japanese househusband. I really want to fuck them.”
“Why do you want to fuck a Japanese house?” Zheng Weize asked, not quite catching all his words.
They all howled with laughter. Yan Jun tried again. “They give off a ‘wife’ vibe. A gentle man cooking, for example…”
All eyes turned to Chang Jinxing.
“No, no, not that sort,” Yan Jun said. “Ideally, he would be wearing sexy, black briefs under his pajamas and have slight abs. After work, I could hug him from behind and start fucking him right there in the kitchen. If he had a thing for suits, even better.”
“So essentially, a wife,” said Chen Hong, summing it up for Yan Jun.
“A wife bottom, is that it?” Yan Jun said.
“Then you must like the plots in certain films.” Huo Sichen had watched AV films before. “The guy wakes up and goes to work, while the girl wears only an apron…”
“Yes, exactly!” Yan Jun said. “But replace the housewife with a bottom wearing only an apron as he makes breakfast. The top steps out, having already changed into a suit. One in formal attire, the other naked, going at it on the dining table or the kitchen island. That’s exhilarating. I could even skip work and stay home, fucking all day like rabbits…”
They erupted into laughter again.
“Uh… Okay.” Zhang Yuwen thought this could also be considered a kink. Yan Jun rarely spoke, but he was brimming with vitality when it came to sex. Perhaps in his sexual fantasies, the scenarios were also full of sunshine.
“Let’s see, who’s next—”
They could barely hold back after Yan Jun’s description and the others’ never-ending additions. It was like a lights-out conversation in the university dorm, where everyone shared their sexual experiences without any restraint. The only difference was that all these dormmates were gay.
When Zhang Yuwen was in school, his roommates talked about girls every day. He couldn’t just keep quiet, and he didn’t want to come out to them either, so he’d had to pretend to be interested. This night filled in one of the missing pieces in his life.
It didn’t matter anymore to the three who’d already lost the game, and they began to target the other three. Soon, Chen Hong lost too.
“Guess my fetish?” he said calmly as he shuffled the cards.
They all jeered at him: “How would we know? It’s not like we’ve slept with you!”
Huo Sichen and Chen Hong were pretty familiar with one another, but Huo Sichen had to do some mental readjustment to adapt to the transition from being coach and client to their current relationship.
“I think…you told me before that you have a thing for suits?” Huo Sichen said.
“A little bit,” Chen Hong said. “Actually, I have several kinks—wait, let me finish first. I think I’m a bit of an M, and I also have a fetish for socks and shoes… A mild one.”
“Oh.” Zhang Yuwen could have guessed that. Socks were a fairly common kink for gay guys, so maybe Chen Hong’s was a little more intense. And feet were almost a universal fetish among men, gay or straight. Black stockings, fishnet stockings, high-heeled shoes—they came with inherent sexual connotations.
Everyone passed over the second thing, more curious about his masochistic tendencies. “Tell us more about this M thing.”
“Like, I have to be in the role of a top as an M. Like, you know, in some films where a macho man is tied up… Uh…”
The guys began visualizing Chen Hong tied up.
“…And then I get a bottom to order me around and play with my dick. He can even step on it. If he’s a gentleman in a suit, then it’s perfect.”
“Then all your fetishes will stack together,” Yan Jun joked, sparking another round of laughter.
“Exactly!” Chen Hong wasn’t embarrassed at all. On the contrary, he was very frank about everything. “I work out, right? So I want someone to abuse me and then, after he trains me, order me to fuck him.”
“Your kink is like a straight man’s,” said Zheng Weize. “How is that different from being stepped on with high heels?” If the genders were switched around, Chen Hong would be the kind of straight guy who liked playing the submissive dog. Except his sadist partner would be an elite type instead of a queen.
“Right,” Chen Hong said. “Seems like it. I wouldn’t have realized that if you hadn’t mentioned it.”
“Do you like latex bodysuits?” Chang Jinxing asked, sizing Chen Hong up. “With your body type, I think people would drool if you wore a tight suit.”
“Never tried it before,” Chen Hong said. “Isn’t that kind of gay?!”
Seeing that the discussion was about to cool off, Zhang Yuwen tossed Chen Hong a provocative line. “Would you let someone tie you up and penetrate you with a sex machine?” Everybody roared with laughter.
“No, I wouldn’t,” Chen Hong replied. “That’s too hardcore.”
“What’s a sex machine?” Huo Sichen had too many questions.
Zhang Yuwen explained it to him briefly, then said to Chen Hong, “But you said you’ve been topped before.”
“That was with my ex,” Chen Hong explained. “I saw myself as his knight in shining armor, but he treated me like his dog. Well, not entirely a dog, but like, he taught me, trained me… Or rather…”
Zhang Yuwen found the right word. “Tamed you.”
“Right! Tamed me! That was my first time. It was perverted, but I was addicted.”
“Damn.” Yan Jun was a little overwhelmed, but the matter-of-fact way Chen Hong talked about his doglike mentality was inexplicably captivating.
Huo Sichen stopped even answering his calls. He just pressed mute so he could listen attentively to Chen Hong.
“How about a dog tail butt plug?” Yan Jun asked.
Chen Hong patted Yan Jun on the head. Their relationship had always been good, so Yan Jun didn’t have to hold back on his needling. “I don’t like stuffing things into my butt.”
“Then what about a ball gag?” asked Zheng Weize.
“That’s fine with me,” Chen Hong said, “but hey, don’t start imagining it…and stop looking at me like that. Let’s keep playing cards. Two more guys left, and we have half an hour to go.”