After high school graduation, I started exploring the online world. I signed up for several gay sites where I learned a lot—about HIV, the importance of PreP, and regular testing. I even used my allowance to buy PreP and took it religiously. I was ready to meet people like me; I wanted to experience a real relationship.
Zhao Yang was straight and my best friend; I didn't want to risk our bond by making it "official." Wang Ruoqi was out of the picture; we hadn't kept in touch since graduation—he’d intentionally avoided giving me his contact info. As for my cousin... that was a one-time "mutual aid" thing between brothers. Besides, I genuinely hoped he’d stick with girls; life is just easier that way.
But outside the high school bubble, the world felt complicated and a bit shady. On the apps, everyone’s profiles felt fake. I met a couple of guys over the break, and let’s just say their photos were... "aspirational." I was really hoping for a better encounter once I got to university.
I also joined "Twitter" (now X), where I found a sea of spicy selfies and clips. One account caught my eye: "Xi'an Hung Straight Guy." I noticed him because Xi'an was the city where I lived as a kid, so it felt familiar. Most of his clips were just him solo, and the full versions were behind a paywall. He had an incredible body—pale-toned skin, broad shoulders, 190cm tall. I liked looking at him, but I never bought anything. Honestly, after everything I’d experienced, just watching someone masturbate didn't really do it for me anymore.
My university was far from home. Before classes started, there was a lot of paperwork and the mandatory freshman military training. The school was famous for having "manly" guys, so I was actually looking forward to it.
The move-in went smoothly. I was a Political Science major, and my classmates were typical overachievers—friendly, but very ambitious and a bit stiff. My biggest disappointment? Not a single hottie in sight. I guess the stereotype is true: people who look good are too busy having a life to study, and people who study are too busy to look good.
But that disappointment vanished on the first day of training.
As they marched toward us from a distance, my heart skipped a beat. They were a group of about a dozen men in their early twenties, laughing and chatting. They were what people call "tanned hotties"—their skin bronzed by years of sun. They were all in military green, their uniforms hugging their fit frames. But one of them stood out immediately.
He looked younger than the others, with sharp features, thick brows, and piercing eyes. His buzzed hair looked sharp, and his bronze skin was deep and sexy, like a rich espresso. His thick lips were incredibly tempting. He was at least half a head taller than the rest, standing tall with a perfect "inverted triangle" build—broad shoulders, a tiny waist, and glutes like granite. He radiated a mix of authority and raw sex appeal.
He walked up to our group and gave a dashing smile. "Hi everyone, I’m Zheng Feng. I’ll be your instructor. Just call me Instructor Zheng." The group went wild. People were buzzing; they couldn't believe they got the hot instructor. Everyone swarmed him with questions.
"Where are you from, Instructor?" "Xi'an." "Whoa, that's far! Do you have a girlfriend?" "...I have a fiancée."
"Where are you stationed?" "The nearby barracks." "Will you stay on campus during training?" "Yeah, in the faculty dorms."
"Your arms are huge! How do you train?" "Military drills plus the gym."
"How old are you? Do you have siblings?" "I'm 22. One brother, two sisters." "How old is your brother? Is he as handsome as you?" "He’s about your age, just started college. He's still a kid; nothing 'handsome' about him."
Everyone kept prying into his life. It was clearly his first time on a campus, and he hadn't expected university students to be so "thirsty." He looked a bit overwhelmed but kept an awkward smile, answering everything politely.
I stood back, watching his masculine face. There was something strangely familiar about him, like I’d seen him somewhere before. With looks like his, maybe he’d been snapped for a "hot soldier" post online... Wait? Xi'an? I wondered if he knew the "Xi'an Hung Straight Guy" from Twitter. Watching the muscles in his neck, my mind started wandering to a scene of him and that Twitter guy together...
The assembly whistle saved him. His smile vanished instantly, replaced by a cold, stern look. "Off the clock, we can joke around. But during training, I am your superior. My word is law. Understood?" His gaze was so commanding that everyone went silent. My own body, however, was definitely reacting to that display of authority.
Over the next few days, I found myself tracking his routine. To maintain authority, the instructors stayed away from the students. They avoided the main cafeterias and ate at a small place on the far side of campus. They even used the remote public showers.
Most students lost interest after a while, intimidated by his strictness. But I was hooked. Every time he adjusted my posture, his touch made me shiver with excitement.
I started eating at his cafeteria and eventually struck up a rapport with the group. They were wary of the girls but relaxed around the guys. I’d heard rumors of female students getting pregnant during military training in the past, so the school was strict.
Because he was my direct instructor, we became quite close. I felt privileged just being able to chat with him like a friend. He said I reminded him of his brother, which made him feel protective of me. I started calling him "Feng-ge" (Big Brother Feng), and he called me "Xiao Liang."
I asked about his fiancée. Her name was Weiwei; they’d met in high school. He joined the military after graduation, and she’d been waiting for him ever since. They planned to marry this year to finally end the long-distance struggle. They hadn't seen each other in months, so he’d volunteered for this campus assignment just to get a chance to see her—they were supposed to meet this coming Saturday. He looked so happy when he talked about her that I was genuinely happy for him.
Saturday arrived. It was a sweltering night, and I couldn't sleep, so I went for a walk. I figured Feng-ge was probably at a hotel with his fiancée by now... but then, I saw him. It was dark and blurry, but I’d recognize that walk anywhere. I followed him, curious.
He took a few turns and walked into the instructors' public shower—a place that was empty even during the day, let alone at midnight. My heart was thumping. I slipped inside and quietly locked the door behind me.
The showers were open stalls without doors. The first one was running. I took a peek, and the blood rushed to my face.
He was facing away from me. The water traced the powerful muscles of his back—broad shoulders, a tapered waist, and those solid, round glutes. He was a masterpiece of masculine beauty.
His glutes were tensing as his hips moved rhythmically. From the way his arms were moving, I realized... my eyes went wide. He was jerking off.
The only sound in the empty shower room was the roar of the water.
Feng-ge’s muscular back was a sight to behold, water running down the deep groove of his spine as he moved. It made me want to just run up and wrap my arms around him.
He had no idea I was there. He was lost in his own world, trying to burn off the frustration. He probably thought he was safe in this remote building. He turned around, leaning against the wall, using both hands to work on himself aggressively.
And what a sight it was. He was incredibly thick and long—it took both hands to wrap around him. Veins were popping, and he was already leaking quite a bit. He looked like he was at his limit, his body desperate for release.
His eyes were shut tight, his brow furrowed, and his thick lips were parted as he panted. He was probably imagining his girlfriend—imagining his member inside her, her tongue swirling around him. He let out a long, shaky breath... wait, that sensation... that wasn't his imagination.
He snapped his eyes open and looked down in shock. I was on my knees in front of him. I must have looked incredibly lewd—my mouth full, saliva dripping, looking up at him with dazed eyes. Yang once told me that I look my most "slutty" when I’m on my knees like this—a good-looking boy kneeling at a man’s crotch, sticking my rear out, looking up like a hungry little puppy.
Feng-ge must have seen the same thing, because his expression shifted from shock to raw desire. His breathing turned heavy, and his gaze turned dark. He didn't go soft; if anything, he got even harder. He started stroking my hair and ears, watching himself disappear into my mouth. Eventually, his hand moved to the back of my head, pushing me further.
I felt him hit the back of my throat. I tried to relax and take it all. I was buried in his scent—that masculine, musky smell—and my own body was screaming with excitement. I held it for a few seconds before pulling away, gasping for air with tears in my eyes.
As I worked him with my hand, I guessed that his plans with his fiancée must have fallen through. I stood up, still holding him, and whispered in his ear: "Feng-ge, you’re really pent up, aren't you? Let me help. Pretend I’m your girl... fuck me..."
He shivered at the sound of my voice. He looked into my eyes, his large hand gripping my waist, and then he slammed his lips against mine.
His kiss was rough and primal, his tongue taking over my mouth. There’s nothing quite like being kissed by a man with thick lips—the softness and the fullness are addictive. He pinned me against the wall, and I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.
Sandwiched between his hot body and the cold tiles, I felt him guide himself to my entrance and push inside. I hadn't expected him to be so eager, but the feeling of being filled by him was incredible.
He was built perfectly for this. He slid in smoothly, bottoming out immediately. I buried my face in his neck, smelling the raw masculinity on his skin, and kissed him back hungrily. He didn't hesitate, thrusting his hips and pounding into me.
Maybe it was his size or the angle, but every hit seemed to nail my sweet spot. It was so intense I felt dizzy. Every thrust made me leak a little more until our midsections were a slick mess. "Damn, you’re so sensitive," he growled. "You’re a man, but you’re wetter than a woman. Getting fucked against a wall and you’re already making a mess..." He was using the raw power of a straight guy who’d only known women before, and it was devastatingly good.
I don't know how long we went for. The empty room echoed with the sound of skin hitting skin. I felt like I was going to be broken in half. It was the most intense stimulation I’d ever felt.
I clung to his shoulders, whispering into his ear: "Yes... I’m a slut... Feng-ge... you’re so big... so strong... fuck my brains out..." I was talking filthy, pretending to be his "Weiwei." Under his relentless rhythm, I felt like I was blooming, waiting for him to plant his seed.
"So damn dirty," he cursed, gripping my waist as his muscles bulged. He accelerated for the final stretch. My body couldn't take the overload; I finished right against his stomach. I let out a cry as my body clenched around him. He let out a roar, burying himself deep. "Ah! I’m going! Damn... Liang, I’m giving it all to you! I’ve been saving this for weeks; it’s all yours now..."
As he finally softened and slid out, I let my legs down. The room went awkwardly quiet, with only the sound of the running shower. "What a waste of water," I thought, but my knees gave out and I started to fall.
Before I could hit the ground, his strong arms caught me. I was swept up into a "princess carry." I finally understood why women in movies love this so much—even as a guy, my heart was racing.
I looked at him, and he was looking back at me. He leaned in for another kiss, and we lost ourselves in each other again.
He pulled back and chuckled. "Weak legs already? Your stamina is trash; we need to step up your training."
I huffed. "It’s your fault for being so rough. I’m made of flesh and bone, you know!"
He smiled, then turned serious. "Liang... don't worry. I’ll take responsibility."
I looked at his handsome face and felt his military sense of duty. But he had a fiancée and a normal life ahead of him. How could I break that?
"I’m not pregnant, and I’m not gonna cling to you," I said, stroking his face. "What 'responsibility' do you need to take?"
He started to argue, but I cut him off. "And you’re an instructor, I’m a student. Aren't you afraid of getting in trouble?"
He went quiet, then looked up. "I’m not afraid. If I did it, I’m prepared for the consequences."
I kissed the corner of his mouth. "But I wouldn't be able to live with myself. You don't need to take responsibility. Just be my 'brother with benefits.' You’re not technically cheating, and I don't need promises. Let’s just keep it like this."
He looked at me. "Is that enough?"
Of course it’s not enough, I thought. I want you to be my boyfriend. But I couldn't use his honesty to drag him down and ruin things for Weiwei. I nodded. "On one condition: be a little gentler next time! Damn, you almost killed me just now."
He gave a sly grin. "Then maybe don't be so 'slutty' next time~"
It took me four whole days to recover.
I thought I was experienced, but I got absolutely wrecked by that instructor. For four days, I could barely move or eat without feeling the "aftereffects" in the bathroom every morning.
But I loved the way Feng-ge took care of me. He was the perfect product of a military "tough guy" culture—hard on the outside, but protective and responsible. He forged a medical leave for me and snuck me the key to his private dorm so I could rest in peace without being disturbed by other students.
After he finished training the others, he’d show up with food and a bowl of brown sugar water (a traditional recovery drink).
"This is how we take care of girls back home after their first time," he’d say with a grin before giving me a peck on the lips. We acted just like a couple in love.
But I knew it was an illusion—a beautiful, fragile fantasy. His sweetness wasn't "love"; it was a mix of desire and kindness. Still, I let myself drown in it. If pain was the inevitable ending, I might as well enjoy the high while it lasted.
Once I was back on my feet, seeing Feng-ge on the training field felt like a different world. He was the stern, cold instructor again, correcting our forms with a straight face. But I knew the truth.
As we stood at attention under the blazing sun, the heat made me dizzy. I frowned and swayed a bit, and I immediately felt his eyes on me. He was watching me like a hawk, making sure I was okay. I gave him a tiny nod, and he looked away.
Watching him standing there so sharp and heroic made my heart flutter. I traced his thick lips with my eyes and imagined the body under that uniform—the massive chest, the powerful glutes, and that thick member... Just the thought of him inside me again made me ache.
I stared at the bulge in his baggy pants, mentally unzipping him and taking him out... Under my blatant "visual assault," his bronze face actually seemed to flush, and his breathing got heavy. He glared at me and walked away. I was disappointed, but then I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders.
He acted like he was adjusting my posture, but his hands lingered on my waist way too long. He was flirting with me in broad daylight! That thought made me so hot I could barely stand it.
As soon as lunch break hit, I sprinted to the bathroom. I was mid-business when the door burst open. Someone grabbed my arm and dragged me into the furthest stall.
Feng-ge slammed his lips onto mine. He was all over me, rubbing my back and rear, grinding his front against mine. I grabbed those solid glutes of his and pulled him closer. He took over my mouth and whispered: "Damn, you’re so dirty. I almost stripped you right there on the field to show everyone that the 'pretty boy' likes being used like a woman."
For some reason, his dirty talk flipped a switch in me. I whispered back: "I know I’ve been bad, Instructor. Why don't you discipline me so I don't forget my place?" He immediately spun me around, unzipped his pants, and pinned me against the stall door.
He paused for a second. "Are you okay? You sure you’re recovered?" I nodded, gripping the door as he pushed inside.
As he buried himself in me, he let out a groan and started working on my chest. "Ah, so good... Liang, I’ve got you again..."
Just as I was adjusting to the feeling, the bathroom door swung open. A group of students walked in, laughing and chatting. I froze, my body clenching in panic, which only made things more intense for him.
Feng-ge didn't panic. He just sat back on the toilet lid, pulled me onto his lap, and lifted my legs. The shift in weight made him go even deeper. The sensation was so overwhelming I saw stars and leaked right then and there.
He let out a low chuckle and started moving slowly.
Outside, the guys were joking around. On our side of the door, a pale, fit student was being held like a baby by a bronze soldier, a thick member buried deep inside him. Feng-ge’s brow was furrowed, his eyes full of desire. He was still fully dressed except for his pants.
Suddenly, someone banged on the door. "Hey, hurry up in there! We don't have all day!"
I panicked, but Feng-ge just cleared his throat and barked: "In a rush? Find another stall!" I could feel him throbbing inside me; the risk was clearly turning him on.
The bathroom went dead silent. The guy outside stuttered: "In-Instructor! Sorry, sir! I'll... I'll use the other one!" We heard them scramble out, followed by a roar of laughter from the hallway.
Feng-ge huffed, gripped my legs, and started pounding into me for real. People kept coming and going outside, using the other stalls. The sounds of footsteps, laughter, and flushing were constant. But under all that noise, if you listened closely, you could hear the wet sounds of a kiss, muffled gasps, and the rhythmic "squelch" of our joining.
I looked down at my own stomach, seeing myself reacting to every hit. I wrapped my arms around his head and moved with him. I was so slick that every thrust made a wet sound.
He whispered in my ear: "Look at all this mess... so slutty. Your instructor is loving it..."
With one final, powerful thrust, I lost it, my eyes rolling back as I finished silently. He held me tight, hit a few more times, and joined me.
We shared a long, dazed kiss before the afternoon whistle blew and we had to scramble to get dressed.
That day, his lunch was just a few bites of bread. And me? I took the afternoon off.
I lay there, watching the man on top of me. His buzzed hair, his burning eyes, and the sweat dripping off his face made him look like a god. His hips were hitting mine with a solid rhythm, his abs rippling with every move.
I lost track of how many days we’d been doing this, or how many times we’d gone tonight. My body had adapted to him, but he still managed to make me lose control every time. With the end of training approaching, our time was running out. Every night I’d sneak into his dorm.
The reason his fiancée hadn't shown up was a family emergency. She had to stay back to take care of someone, so the task of "relieving his stress" fell to me.
We switched to a position where I was on all fours and he was behind me. He said it was his favorite because he could go deepest and watch my reaction.
Right as we were in the middle of it, his phone buzzed. I saw the name "Little Brother" on the screen. The background photo was a tanned, fit guy in gym shorts. He looked a lot like Feng-ge.
More importantly, his face looked incredibly familiar. I knew I’d seen him before.
Feng-ge picked up the phone while still moving slowly inside me. "Hey, what's up?... I'm fine, you?... I don't know, go ask Mom; how should I know where you put it?..."
This was like a scene from a movie. I could hear him trying to keep his voice steady while his body was betraying him. I decided to have some fun and clenched around him. I heard him let out a tiny "Ngh." The person on the other end paused and asked something.
He cleared his throat. "Nothing... I'm just at the gym. Keep talking..." Then he slammed into my sweet spot.
I let out a sharp "Ah!" He immediately leaned over my back, covered my mouth, and started grinding against that spot. My head was spinning, my breathing was frantic, and I was muffled as I tried to scream.
He put his finger in my mouth, playing with my tongue, saliva running down my chin.
"Wait a second, I’ve got something to take care of. I'll call you back." He muted the phone, tossed it aside, and hammered into me with everything he had.
He leaned into my ear and growled: "Damn you, little slut. You want my brother to hear this? You want him to know you’re being wrecked by a big dick right now? Huh?"
I looked at the photo on the phone through a haze of tears.
"Or do you want my brother to fuck you too? You want to be the girl for both of us? Let us both use you? Damn, you’re getting even tighter..."
His words shocked me. My dad used to call soldiers "thugs," but I hadn't expected someone as "wholesome" as Feng-ge to talk this dirty.
He grabbed the phone, swiped a bit, and showed me a photo.
It was him and his brother at the beach. Both were buzzed, tanned, and muscular. You could practically smell the salt and the sweat in the photo. His brother was a bit leaner, but their "equipment" looked identical in their wet shorts.
I started imagining being used by both of them—the older brother behind, the younger brother in front, and then switching places...
"See? My brother is hot, and he’s huge too. I bet he could fill you up just like this..."
He gripped my shoulders and went for the finish, thrusting so fast I couldn't breathe. Sweat was flying everywhere, echoing in the small room. The bed was creaking like it was about to break. I was a mess, completely spent. Finally, he let out a roar, slammed in deep, and finished.
I saw the phone screen—his brother had already hung up.
After hours of this, he was exhausted. He gave my rear a playful slap, threw on some shorts, and went outside to call his brother back.
I lay there in the dark, a name rolling around in my head. Xiao... Xiao-something? Lei? Zheng Xiaolei! It hit me like a lightning bolt. My elementary school sports rep.
I remembered the day we graduated—the rugged kid who pinned me in the equipment room.
And now, I was lying here covered in his older brother’s mess, still pulsing from the workout he’d just given me.
After weeks of training, we’d all tanned several shades darker. But the running and drills had turned us into much stronger versions of ourselves.
I’d gotten a new haircut—a "wolf-cut" that looked cute when down but aggressive when styled up.
One night in the dark shower, I looked in the mirror. One bronze, one tan. One buzzed, one short hair. For a second, we looked like brothers.
He gripped my waist, pounding away. "Liang, you’re looking better and better. Your waist is getting tiny, and your ass is getting rounder..."
I leaned against the sink, sticking my rear out. "It’s all because of how much 'training' you give me. You never take it easy on us..."
He smirked at my reflection and kept going. "What am I doing right now? Huh? I give you plenty of 'love' every night. You still not satisfied? You want me to go harder?" His eyes darkened, and he picked up the pace.
I started screaming again. At this rate, I’m gonna end up being a "broken" toy that only knows how to beg for more.
I looked at his handsome, masculine face and a wicked thought popped into my head.
I clenched around him. "Feng-ge... is it tight?"
He sighed, slowing down for deep thrusts. "Yeah, so tight. Best I’ve ever had..."
I moved with him. "Compared to your girlfriend?"
His breathing got heavy; he clearly liked the talk. "Duh... yours is tighter... and you can take a beating..."
I leaned into his ear. "Do you think... Xiaolei is this tight too?"
He went dead silent.
I immediately regretted it. I was worried I’d crossed a line and ruined the mood. We were just a casual thing—no strings, no babies. But a "straight guy" like him might have a hard time with an incest fantasy.
But since I’d realized his brother was my old classmate, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I’d imagine them both using me, then imagine them together... I was hoping his desire was strong enough to break his taboos.
I kept moving, trying to coax him back. He didn't say a word, but his breathing got heavy again. He wrapped his arms around my chest and stomach, playing with my chest.
Then, I heard a faint, raspy whisper in my ear: "...He’s never taken it before. He’d definitely be tighter..."
I felt a surge of triumph. I kept working on him. "Want to find out?"
He frowned, looking like he was in pain and bliss at the same time. "...No. He's my brother. My actual brother..."
I looked at his face in the mirror and ground my rear against him. "Feng-ge... the guy you’re fucking right now? That isyour brother."
He snapped his eyes open, looking like he was possessed by desire. He gripped my shoulders and started pounding like a man possessed. In his mind, maybe I was Xiaolei.
I lost all my inhibitions and screamed: "Yes! Feng-ge! Use that big dick! Fuck Xiaolei! Fuck your brother senseless!" He covered my mouth and hissed: "Shut up, you slut. You want Mom and Dad to hear? You want them to see their baby son getting used by his big brother?"
His dirty talk was everything I wanted. I was muffled under his hand, my body reacting wildly. He let go of my mouth, gripped my shoulders, and went for the finish. "Yes! Little brother’s body was made to be used by his big brother! Ugh! Feng-ge, it’s too much! I’m gonna... I’m gonna go!" I felt a rush of heat and, for the first time, I actually lost control of my bladder from the intensity.
He growled: "Damn, you’re so into it you’re leaking everywhere. You like being used by your brother that much? Damn... I’m going too..." He gripped me so hard I thought he’d leave bruises and released everything inside me.
That was the most intense high we’d ever had. We just held each other for a long time afterward.
I felt like I was falling into a dark hole of sin, but the pleasure was so sweet I didn't want to stop. I knew this was temporary, but I was getting too comfortable in his arms. I started wondering if there was any chance for us in the long run.
Then, I got the phone call that changed everything.
It was Sunday, and I was sleeping in after a very long night. The clock said 2:25 PM, and I felt like a hollow shell.
Then Feng-ge’s name popped up on my phone. Again? I thought. At this rate, I’m gonna be permanently damaged...
I picked up, sounding groggy. "Hey, Feng-ge. What's up?"
His voice sounded like it was coming from a mile away. "Liang... I’m leaving."
I was wide awake instantly. "What? What do you mean you're leaving?"
"Last night... an instructor walked past that public shower. He heard something... He couldn't see through the locked doors, but he knew what was happening. When he got back to the dorms, I was the only one missing..."
I felt a chill run down my spine. I’d always known we were being too risky, but I’d hoped our luck would hold for just one more week.
It hadn't.
Feng-ge said they knew the "other person" was a guy, but they didn't know who. He told me he’d protect my identity.
"What about you?" I asked.
"They decided this morning. I’m being sent back to the base immediately. I told them I didn't know who the guy was and that I didn't know if he was a student. Since it was a guy, there’s no pregnancy risk, so the military will probably try to keep it quiet. But I’m still facing disciplinary action for breaking the rules."
"Feng-ge... I’m so sorry..."
"Don't be. I made the choice. After we hang up, I’m deleting all our messages. You need to do the same. We need to protect you."
"Will your fiancée find out?"
"No. This is internal military stuff. They won't notify family, especially since we aren't married yet. Don't worry about it. Just take care of yourself."
"Feng-ge, I..."
"I have to go. My ride is coming in thirty minutes."
"Okay..."
Before hanging up, he asked: "One thing... how did you know my brother’s name was Xiaolei?"
I panicked and lied: "I heard you say it during that phone call." I didn't want him to know I was his brother's old classmate. Things were complicated enough.
"Oh, right. I didn't notice." He paused. "Liang, you’re a good kid. I’ve had the best time these last few weeks. You showed me things I’ll probably never experience again. Remember, delete everything. Protect yourself. Okay?"
And then he was gone. I felt numb. I did as he said and wiped our entire history from my phone.
Then it hit me—I had to see him one last time. I threw on some clothes and sprinted toward the faculty dorms. But I stopped halfway.
If I showed up there looking like a mess, I’d be a prime suspect. It would basically confirm that the "other guy" was a student. I turned around and headed toward the campus gate nearest to the dorms instead. It was Sunday afternoon, so there were plenty of people around for cover. I acted like I was waiting for someone.
A few minutes later, a military car drove past. The windows were tinted, but I could still see him in the back. He was looking my way, though not directly at me. He looked a bit tired, like he hadn't shaved. I think he saw me. We didn't wave or make eye contact; we just shared one final moment.
And that was it. I watched the car turn the corner and vanish.
His sudden departure caused a storm of rumors. Some said it was a family emergency, others said he’d offended someone. But soon, the "scandal" rumors started. People said he’d gotten a student pregnant and they were caught at a clinic. "But he has a fiancée!" "Man, those soldiers are hot and strong; girls probably threw themselves at him." Everyone was obsessed with his "stamina" and his "sex life."
Occasionally, people would ask me: "Hey, you were close with Instructor Zheng. What happened?" I’d just smile and say the military had some urgent business for him. They’d look at me like they didn't believe me, but they didn't have any more questions.
I was sad, sure, but mostly I was frustrated. I went from having sex every day to nothing. The withdrawal was real. Every morning and every night, I’d wake up thinking about him.
I eventually found myself back on Twitter, clicking on the "Xi'an Hung Straight Guy" page again.
