A red play dot flickered in the upper left corner of the DV screen. Framed within the box was a clean-cut, slightly shy face. Though his cheeks burned with embarrassment, his gaze remained unusually resolute.
“Ready?” a deep, resonant voice came from behind the camera. The young man in the frame took a quiet, deep breath, sat up straight, and waited for that agonizingly long “action.”
“Why don’t you introduce yourself?” the man behind the camera asked.
“Um… I don’t think so.” The young man sat stiffly on the bed, rubbing his nose uncomfortably. After a moment’s hesitation, he avoided eye contact and declined.
The man behind the camera didn’t seem annoyed by the refusal. He appeared deep in thought, or perhaps something else. After a pause, he said, “…Then let’s just get started.”
“!” The man framed by the camera looked startled, clearly unprepared for the ‘action’ command coming so quickly. He awkwardly placed his hands on his waistband and asked, “Do I have to take my pants off now?”
This prompted a low chuckle from the man behind the camera: “If you want to, you can take them off now. But if you can show a more alluring pose, that might be better.”
The young man fell silent, his lips pressed tightly together as if wrestling with himself. His eyes didn’t focus on the camera; instead, they seemed to peer through it at the unseen man behind the DV camera. After a moment, the fingers struggling at his waistband finally gave up.
It was clear the man in the frame was tense, yet determined to complete the task, forcing himself to continue.
“Can you describe how you feel right now?”
“Um… it’s complicated.”
“Like what?”
“Because I know what’s coming next. I’m nervous, and also… embarrassed.” Before he could finish, the camera zoomed in on the young man’s face. A faint, helpless, and shy smile flickered across his lips after speaking, yet his gaze remained fixed outside the frame, avoiding the lens entirely. This created a hint of haziness in the screen’s image.
“Do you know what to do?”
“Yes, I know. I’ve done it once before.” This time, the young man was honest.
“Actually, I’m curious—what were you thinking during that ‘once before’?” The playful tone made the flush on the young man’s face spread to his neck, even climbing up to his collarbone before disappearing beneath his shirt.
“Can you tell me?” The relentless pursuit of an answer.
“…Can I not say?” His eyes darted toward the camera, but the glance vanished too quickly to capture any emotion. “It’s… embarrassing…” His voice trailed off, and it was clear the man in the frame was nearly swallowed by his own shame.
“Fine, don’t say it. Let me guess? …Are you thinking about me touching you?” The tone was unmistakably teasing.
The young man remained silent, deliberately turning his head away so the camera could only capture half his face. But even with this deliberate concealment, the flush spreading from his cheeks down his neck betrayed his emotions long before his words could.
“Looks like I guessed right…” The unseen man’s tone grew even more deliberate, his voice deliberately lowered as he asked with suggestive ambiguity, “You like it?”
“I’m a normal man…” The man in the frame seemed stubbornly defensive, though it was unclear what he was trying to hide.
“Hmm, I see.” It was clearly teasing and mocking him, but the target of the teasing didn’t seem to grasp it.
His face, which had been turned away, finally swiveled back to glance at the man behind the camera. That brief moment was enough for him to grasp the meaning of the earlier remark. Combined with the man’s current, half-smiling gaze, the “male lead” sitting on the bed flushed bright red as if scalded by steam. His eyes blinked twice before finally closing tightly in embarrassment.
The camera zoomed in, filling the screen with his tightly shut, blushing face. Then it slowly panned downward… down his shy, flushed neck, his delicate collarbone, his shirt buttons fastened as if in abstinence… …all the way down until the camera settled on his belted casual pants. Within that confined space, a slight bulge had formed, stirred by the teasing exchange moments before.
“Your pants feel a bit tight, huh?” The camera remained fixed on the waistband, seemingly waiting for the young man’s next move. But he was still too bashful.
“Why don’t you loosen your belt?” The voice lowered, deliberately guiding him.
The frame pulled back slightly. The man’s knuckled fingers appeared on screen, trembling as they reached for his waistband. Despite his nervousness, he methodically undid the belt’s clasp and shakily pulled down the zipper.
“Is that enough? Doesn’t it feel uncomfortable being trapped inside your underwear?”
The hand in the frame, hearing the man’s teasing prompt, shifted from resting on the waistband to covering the crotch entirely.
“Can’t see it anymore…” The words carried a hint of laughter, tinged with a touch of pitiable whining.
“Don’t say that, okay?” A quiet protest escaped, but the unseen man couldn’t help but chuckle at the faint objection.
“I can do it myself…” The voice was as faint as an ant’s whisper.
“Touch it. It’s so pitiful.”
The young man fell silent. The hand that had been covering his crotch in the frame hesitated, then gently kneaded the bulge twice. What had been only half-erect slowly stiffened under the touch, standing rigidly against the palm. The hand, which had only intended to go through the motions, began to caress it involuntarily.
The camera lingered on the fingers’ movements, peering at the young man’s actions from a distance that felt both close and distant. The trousers, initially neatly fastened, gradually grew disheveled over time until the organ, still bearing a hint of youthful color, was pulled out and appeared defenselessly on the screen. The silent space finally filled with a different kind of sound.
His fingers no longer obeyed his will. What began as the entire palm pressed against his groin transformed into a grip that stroked up and down, its pace shifting between quick and slow, eliciting waves of breaths that stirred the imagination. The sound was so hot, yet so hazy.
The camera suddenly shook, but only for an instant. Then the screen zoomed in four times before slowly pulling back, until the young man’s face reappeared on the screen.
From the moment the “male lead” began his self-indulgent masturbation, that rich, unseen voice ceased. Yet within the room, beyond the faint, sweet breaths escaping the slightly parted lips of the man in focus, a thicker, heavier nasal sound seemed to linger.
In the frame, the man’s shirttail had been pulled out from his waistband. Unbeknownst to anyone, the bottom two buttons had been undone. his navel faintly visible with each breath, exuding an irresistible allure. It stirred an urge to burst through the screen, tear open that thin shirt, and roughly caress the delicate body concealed beneath.
When the pants were kicked off was no longer worth pondering.
Pale fingers gripped the swollen, crimson shaft, moving up and down. Thumb and fingers alternated—gently kneading the soft tip that kept oozing fluid, then cupping the sac below for a thorough massage.
The dark blue underwear still hung from one thigh. The hand moved faster and faster. Lubricated by his own fluids, the palm glided smoothly over the fully erect shaft. As his breaths grew more urgent, his other bare leg began to tense. His hand moved faster still, as if any delay would bring suffocation in the next second. Even his flat abdomen started contracting rhythmically.
“Mmm!” A sharp nasal sound escaped her, his throat trembling. In the frame, the young man’s brow furrowed, his lips glistening from being bitten, slightly parted as he gasped for breath. His neck arched back in a beautiful curve, then his entire body suddenly convulsed with a violent tremor. A long, drawn-out nasal moan escaped him, “Mmm,” as every muscle tensed, freezing him like a statue.
The camera zoomed in again to 4x magnification, starting from the protagonist’s hand still gripping his temporarily unyielding organ, moving upward past his slightly exposed navel and half-unbuttoned shirt. It lingered, almost imperceptibly, on the milky white liquid clinging to the fabric, until the lens finally reached his face, flushed crimson from climax. Only then did he seem to snap back to awareness. His gaze, somewhat vacant, met the camera. He drew a deep breath and let out a satisfied sigh.
The sound was so faint, almost imperceptible, reaching the ears of the person filming. It felt like the soft claws of a kitten gently scratching at the heart, leaving a tingling sensation.
The DV screen emitted a soft “beep” and plunged into darkness.
“Did you enjoy that?” Xu Yang’s eyes were red-rimmed, tears glistening as his unfocused gaze shifted between the screen and the figure behind the camera. His normally rich voice was hoarse, as if someone had grabbed him by the throat, his question trembling.
The only response was a soft moan, as if still lost in the lingering pleasure of climax, carrying an irresistible allure.
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