At that time, there was a big brother named Zhao Kaifeng living next door. He was 21 years old and in college. He was the kind of person naturally attracting attention—1.9 meters tall, broad shoulders and long arms, with smooth but not exaggerated muscle lines, like a well-proportioned physique shaped by years of playing basketball. His skin was tanned into a healthy wheat color, his features were rugged, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his smile carried a bit of roguishness. When he wore his basketball jersey, sweat slid down the contours of his chest and abs, exuding a strong masculinity.
I stuck to him since childhood. My parents were busy with their business and often entrusted me to the Zhao family. Kaifeng’s mom treated me like her own son, and Kaifeng himself spoiled me like a younger brother, always teasing me, taking me to eat snacks, or teaching me how to do homework. He was cheerful and liked to joke. Whenever he annoyed me, I pretended to be angry and “retaliated” by pouncing on him, and he would always laugh heartily, pretending to beg for mercy. During that time, he was my hero and the starting point of my naive feelings.
That summer vacation, my parents went out again for business and entrusted me to stay overnight at the Zhao’s. Kaifeng’s mom greeted me warmly, told me that Kaifeng had gone out to play basketball and would be back soon, and asked me to sleep in the same room with him at night. I felt a burst of secret joy but pretended to be indifferent, nodding silently and secretly looking forward to spending more time with Brother Kaifeng. Around five o’clock in the afternoon, the door slammed open, and Kaifeng walked in holding a basketball, sweating all over. His basketball jersey clung tightly to his chest, outlining his firm chest and abdominal muscles, and the muscles on his legs slightly trembled with each step, radiating a steaming vitality. “Mom, I’m back! Huh? Xiao Ran is here too?” He brightened up when he saw me and showed a mischievous smile.
“Go take a shower quickly and get ready for dinner!” Kaifeng’s mom called from the kitchen. “Your uncle and the others are busy. Xiao Ran is staying here tonight.”
Kaifeng responded with an “Oh,” strode over, still carrying the sweat scent from exercise, warm and a little fresh and woody. Suddenly he bent down and picked me up like a toy, holding me with one hand and the basketball with the other. “Little brother is so light, I can lift you with one hand! You have to eat more and grow stronger!” He laughed as he bounced me slightly, his muscular arm steadily holding me. My face turned red, and I hugged his neck, pretending to struggle: “Brother, put me down quickly!” But actually, my heart was already blooming with joy, greedily feeling his heat and unique masculinity.
Kaifeng didn’t put me down; instead, he bounced me even more vigorously, smirking and saying, “Do you want to shower with brother?” Then he lightly patted me. The pat wasn’t hard but made my heart race suddenly. I lowered my head and softly said “Mm,” burying it into his broad chest, rubbing against his sweaty jersey. At that moment, I felt something inside my heart ignite, like a naive seed breaking through the soil.
He laughed heartily, holding me as we walked into the bathroom…………
Kaifeng noticed I was watching, showed a sly smile, pushed his waist forward, making an exaggerated motion that caused his body to shake slightly, as if deliberately teasing me. “Little brat, shocked by brother’s power, huh? Do you like it?” His tone was teasing, but his eyes shone with mischief.
After he spoke, I startled myself and wished I could crawl into a hole.
Kaifeng paused for a moment, then laughed loudly, standing with hands on his hips in front of me: “Eat more food and exercise more, and you’ll be as strong as brother in the future!”
I mustered up courage and reached out my hand,…………That night, Kaifeng and I slept on the same bed. He wore loose pajamas and hugged me, patting my back like comforting a child. I curled up in his arms, feeling his even breath and warm body temperature, my heart full of dependence and yearning.
Later, as my parents’ business grew bigger and bigger, we moved to another city. I was reluctant to leave Kaifeng, crying painfully as if I had lost something important. He later joined the army, and our contact gradually faded. But those memories became the most secret treasure in my heart and deepened my fascination with straight men even more.
