After the anger management class, Instructor Hang asked me to stay behind. He returned to the classroom, pulled a chair, and sat directly in front of me.
"What did you need to see me about after class?" I asked him.
"If you don't mind, I want to ask you some personal questions," Instructor Hang said. He paused, scrutinizing me for a moment. "Do you have a girlfriend?"
I felt his right hand brush my thigh, then slowly slide further, inching towards my crotch.
"Look," I said, "I'm not gay, nor am I a bottom. To answer your question, I currently have no girlfriend, and I don't want to date any girl anytime soon."
"How about trying dating a man?" he smiled. "You might like it better."
"I've never tried it, and I'm open-minded, but like I said, I'm not gay."
Instructor Hang pushed his chair back, knelt in front of me, and began to untie my belt.
"What are you doing?" I blurted. "This is harassment! And I'm not letting you put your thing inside me!"
"Don't worry, I'm a bottom." He unzipped my pants, then reached inside. "Wow, it's big," he murmured, pulling my pants and panties down to my knees.
I watched the handsome Instructor Hang stick out his tongue and slowly begin to lick my 'popsicle.' After a moment, he took my 'popsicle' and pushed it into his big, wet mouth. His tongue wrapped around it, and he used his hand to massage it while his tongue licked my two 'eggs.'
To be honest, I'd never felt so good before. For the first time, I didn't care what gender Instructor Hang was. I desperately wanted to shove my 'popsicle' into his mouth and begin to thrust. I grabbed the back of his head and began massaging his hair. I closed my eyes and enjoyed my ten minutes in heaven while Instructor Hang worked his magic.
When I opened my eyes again, Instructor Hang's pants were already pooled around his knees. I didn't know what to do. I thought he was only going to perform oral sex on me. In terms of sex, I was still immature. I was only twenty-one, and the only person I'd ever had sex with was Lisa. I didn't know if I could treat Instructor Hang the way I treated Lisa during intercourse, since Instructor Hang had no breasts. I mean, he did have two muscular breasts, but not breasts as soft as dough. When you knead them together, that soft feeling produces an indescribable sensation in your hands. The more you knead the dough back and forth, the softer it becomes. After winding them into a length of one yard, you can cut them into small, two-finger-width squares. Finally, you flatten them and put the stuffed pork you prepared the night before in the middle… what the hell was I thinking about making pork buns during sex…?
"I'm ready," Instructor Hang looked up at me, still licking my 'popsicle.' He reached into his pants pocket and handed me a small packet of lubricant. He tore it open and smeared it on my 'popsicle.' Then he took the rest of the lube and smeared it on his rear. He turned around on his hands and knees, presenting his rear to me. "I'm ready to receive your punishment."
"Huh…?"
For the second time, I considered whether to continue. If I inserted my 'popsicle' into his body, I'd be marked as gay. If I didn't do this, then this was the only chance I might have to act out this fantasy. This was a fantasy heterosexuals dreamed of but never had the courage to try.
My mother always said, "If you don't hold the fish tightly in your hands, the fish will slip away, then you can only blame yourself." This had to be one of those moments she meant.
I knelt in front of Instructor Hang's rear and inserted my 'popsicle' inside him. The slippery passage was smooth. I could tell this passage had been traveled many times before, but in a sense, Instructor Hang's 'passage' was much better than Lisa's in many aspects. I guess because he did know how to turn on my adrenaline switch. I grabbed onto Instructor Hang's muscular waist and thrust with absolutely no mercy.
"Oh Mike… oh Mike," Instructor Hang moaned. "Oh Mike, give it to me!"
Yeah… his moans of "Oh Mike" immediately flipped the adrenaline switch completely off. Then I suddenly realized I'd forgotten to use a condom. I quickly withdrew and yanked up my pants. I pulled out my phone and snapped two photos of Instructor Hang, naked on his hands and knees.
"What are you doing?" Instructor Hang turned around. "Delete it right now!"
"Eighty hours left, you know what to do," I smiled at him. "When my parole officer shows up, you'd better say good words about me unless this will show up on social media."
"With your fresh, handsome face, I never knew you could be so cruel," Instructor Hang said, sounding genuinely mad.
"Hey, you started it!" I protested, defending my innocence. "You were the one who came onto me!" I walked out.
I knew that sometimes I was a dick, I could get on people's nerves, but I was done being Mr. Nice Guy. Since everyone treated me badly, why should I treat everyone nicely? It didn't make sense. If you asked me which role I'd prefer to play between the protagonist or antagonist of a story, I'd choose to be the antagonist.
On my way home, my mother sent me a text message: she needed eggs and milk. I walked into the Seven-Eleven and grabbed a carton of eggs and a gallon of milk. Then I decided to buy myself a case of beer. When I arrived at the checkout counter, the cashier asked for my ID.
"Sorry, I forgot my wallet," I said. "I can assure you I'm old enough."
"I need an ID to sell you alcohol," she said.
"Then I'll just get eggs and milk."
"Sixty yuan!" she looked at me.
I knew I had money in my jacket pocket, but when I took it out, it was only two yuan. Damn, this was really embarrassing, especially in front of a beautiful lady.
"I think I'll have to come back," I told the lady.
"How about buying a lottery ticket?" she suggested. "The first prize is 35 million yuan, the highest ever!"
"Sure."
After she marked the ticket, I gave her the two yuan. I walked out of the Seven-Eleven with my tail between my legs. I glared at the stupid ticket and tucked it into my jacket.
A week later, I was sitting on the sofa playing video games, and my mother was cooking in the kitchen.
"Jig," my mother said, beginning to chop vegetables, "you know no one has come forward to claim the mega lottery prize money yet. Imagine what I would do with 35 million yuan!"
"You always talk about it," I scoffed, "but you never buy a single lottery ticket. How can you possibly win?"
I went back to playing video games, then it hit me: I'd purchased a lottery ticket out of sheer embarrassment a week ago. I quickly walked into my room and searched for my jacket. After about twenty minutes of rummaging, I found it under my bed. I pulled out the lottery ticket, then checked the winning numbers online, comparing them to the ticket in my hand. I almost fainted when the numbers matched!
I burst out of my bedroom, ran to the kitchen, and waved my lottery ticket at my mom, practically vibrating with excitement.
"I won… Ma… I won! We're millionaires now!"