Tharntype The Series, Chapter 6: The brave guy

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Tharntype The Series, Chapter 6: The brave guy

At this moment, the whole room fell into a dead silence. Type was speechless and blushed with shame. He opened his eyes to the guy who had just arrived.

What the fvck!

At the moment, Type only has this idea in mind. When the roommate came in and stared at the position of his hand, he doesn't need to be reminded. Type knew that this guy must have seen his little brother!!

"Oh."

Puff

"What are you smiling at you pervert!" Type came back to his senses, grabbed the blanket around him shamefully covered his privacy. It doesn't matter if it hasn't helped. When he was so embarrassed, Type just wanted to put himself in the jar and throw himself into the water.

How could such a mistake happen after so many years of being so careful? What's more, it's not good to make a fool of yourself in front of anyone, but especially in front of this bastard.

"Just..."

Tharn shrugged and doesn't care, but his eyes were staring at the privacy part of Type's blanket. Type can't help cursing.

"What are you looking at? Get out!"

"Why should I get out? You can see clearly. This is a public space. Besides, you hate gays right? Oh, since you watch men having sex so its still to say, you like men, too. "

"Motherfvcker! I feel sick even breathing the air in the same room with you. Ha, why do I have to share a dorm with gay like you? There are so many people in the world. Why do I have to live with guy like you who likes to mess with men? Were you not loved when you were a boy? If your father didn't love you is that why you like men's chrysanthemum because you miss being loved. Still, it's genetic. So is your father... "

Crack

"Don't fvcking talk about my dad!!!"

Type was startled, because he blurted out his angry words without thinking. Tharn turned angrily. He grabbed Type's shoulder tightly, and his voice was low, which seemed to be unbearable.

"I have endured your annoying bad temper for a long time." Tharn said coldly that the next move made Type's eyes wider.

Puff

"Let go of me, asshole!"

"If you dare to kick me, I will break your little brother into two parts."

How can Type not be frightened? At this moment, his little brother, swollen by desire was gripped in Tharn’s hand. Type was about to kick at the other side. The threatening voice of the other side rang in his ear. He looked at the other side, and then looked at the hand holding his little brother tightly... Type knew that the threat was real.

"Let go... Let go of me!" The big palm wrapped his little brother in one hand, which made Type bite his teeth. He tried to pretend to be fierce, but the huge sweat began to roll down, and the heart beat fast, not because of excitement, but because of fear... that the body began to shake.

"I don't have to do what you say." As Tharn said, he lifted the blanket. His hot hand came into direct contact with Type's little brother, and Type's teeth tightened.

"Let go... me."

Whirl

Instead of letting him go as he said, the big hard hand began to jerk up and down. His fingertips circled at the end of his tip, like an old hand who knew how to please another. However, Tharn, who was doing this, had no desire in his eyes. On the contrary, his eyes were cold, which made Type feel scared.

Such a move, it seems, is just to show that what he says is true.

"Let go of me... Let go of... Ah!" Type clenched his lower lip and faintly tasted the bloody smell of bleeding on his lips. He raised his hands to beat the other side to let him go. He didn't do this not because the other side threatened to break his little brother into two parts, but because the fear hidden in his heart for many years was surging up and expanding step by step.

"Let me go... Let go"

Although he wanted to shout loudly and ask the other side not to treat him like this, he was not gay, but the voice was pathetic He tried to push away the other man’s hands and tightly grasped the other side's shoulders. Type was soaked in sweat.

Fear... Yes, fear.

"Let go... Hey... Hey..."

What Type can do is to persuade himself. He looked at the tall figure above him. The face of the man is very angular like a knife. Type looked at his little brother who is being held by the other's broad palm. He told himself that this is just a normal desire of young people. However, despite his efforts to reduce his desire, his little brother was not obedient... Instead, it responded to the action of Tharn’s palm, which was even more exciting. His desire gradually swept over his body, and unbearable memories also swarmed in.

"That's a good kid. There's nothing terrible about it. It's just fun."

The handsome face of the mixed race was gradually replaced by a face full of mustache. The owner of that face was full of lustful eyes and stared at the body of the boy who had no resistance in front of him.

I am no longer the 12-year-old boy. I have the ability to resist. Type, resist!

I tell myself this in my heart, but what I spit out in my mouth is

"Let go... Let go of me... Let go of me... I'm sorry... Please let go of me." There were only sobs, like a helpless child pleading with a cruel adult to stop, which made Tharn, who was teaching his "good" roommate to vent his anger, look up.

Type doesn't know what the other person thinks in his heart or how he looked at himself with pity. At the moment, all he can say is

"Ah... Don't do this to me... Don't"

Let me go, let me go, don't do anything to me.

"Aren’t you bold? Why don't you continue to scold my parents?”

"I apologize... Don't do this... Don't do this to me, don't..." besides apologizing all the time, Type didn't know what to say. His whole body was shaking, and his whole body was soaked with sweat. Tharn couldn't help slowing down his movements, but he didn't plan to stop at this point, instead, he continued to explore.

"Don't be afraid... Feel at ease. I just want you to have a good time."

Type listened and looked at Tharn with dim tears. He found that Tharn's eyes were much gentler than before, and his cold, hard and violent actions were much softer than before. His big hand covered Type's little brother and aroused Type's shivering. At the same time, he slowly grasped Type’s thighs.

Whirl

"Calm down, its ok... It's OK." The voice is close to the ear, the hot lips touch the earlobe, and Type shivered again. Tharn is thinking that the other party may have no desire, but unexpectedly, the guy under him unconsciously responded to the action on his hand.

"That's what it is, that's what it is." When touching the continuously flowing warm semen came out if gushes, as Tharn spoke in a low voice, Tharn's fingertips began to circle the sticky end of Type's little brother, and the guy under him could not help shiver.

"Ah... Ah... Ah..."

"Just calm down, I won't let you feel pain."

This voice made Type afraid, but the other feeling was more obvious than fear... It felt good.

Whirl

"Hey... Hey... Ah... Ah!!!" Therefore, the desire in Type's body was all released after a few tricks. He breathed deeply and collapsed into one piece, but his appearance doesn't look like the comfortable state of being immortal and dying man just with someone’s help. This also made Tharn, who was letting go, ask himself with doubts.

This kid doesn't seem to hate gay so easily.

"What's wrong with you boy... "

Bang!!!

But before Tharn finished, the guy who was shivering in the bed raised his feet and kicked him straight off. He fell off the bed like a sack. The guy who was shivering and gasping in his arms stood up. His eyes were red, his body was still shivering and his breath was short.

"I hate you, FAG!" It's so different that Tharn can't believe it's the same guy who just cried and let himself go and cvm in his palm.

Therefore, Tharn slowly got up and looked at the guy who was staring back at himself and was about to eat himself. He slowly raised the corner of his mouth and raised his hand full of semen.

"But a fag like me has helped a guy like you... You like my service."

"Go to hell!" Type looked at his semen on the other hand, half angrily and half shamefully scolded. And that made Tharn laugh.

"It seems that I'm such a hungry guy, but I'm much more powerful than you. I can serve your little brother comfortably. Oh, how pathetic." As Tharn said, he bent down to pick up the mobile phone that fell to the ground. The little yellow film was still playing on the bed. The girl with a good figure was making a cry. Tharn grabbed his bag and walked out of the room again.

Crack

Puff

When the door of the room was closed, the guy who had just talked so hard immediately hugged his chest and curled up on the bed. He took a deep breath and shivered.

"Hey, hey, Techno, it's OK. It's over. Don't think about that. Don't think about that anymore. Type... Don't!!!"

At this moment, Type can only comfort himself in that terrible memory.

"What the hell is that boy doing?"

After the air rushed out of the room, Tharn went to the toilet to wash his hands. He washed his face to calm down his anger, but instead of calming down, he became more depressed. He put his hand in the cool water, and the water splashed around the washbasin.

After that, Tharn grabbed the edge of the washbasin with both hands. He took a deep breath and found that his depression had not been relieved in the slightest. The most important thing was that he didn't know what he was depressed about.

Because that kid cussed his parents;

Because that kid is like a weak chicken, but he is still braving on;

Because the kid was scared to death before, but now he dare to cuss me;

Or, in fact, because... I made that kid cry.

"Fool!"

Tharn cursed again, and the strength of holding his hands on the washbasin was even stronger. He looked up at the mirror, which was full of water drops. Now he didn't understand himself at all. Although he was angry and disgusted with the idea of touching Type, and wanted to get back to him, so that he could remember not to provoke such a person, but everything was lost because of the other man's tears.

"Your tears are useless to me."

Tharn reiterated that knowing it was just self-deception. Just now, he was so angry that he wanted to strangle the other side. Because the other side dared to abuse his parents like this. Even if he was a jerk, he chose it. It's none of his parents’ business. The other side would be so angry that he wanted to leave a lesson for him. He wanted to help the other side solve their desires with his hands and then tease him until he gave up and begged himself, but... Yes Fang just sobbed in a low voice. It's unbelievable that all the anger in his heart disappeared in an instant.

Tharn closed his eyes and never thought that picture would appear in his mind like this.

The sharp guy under the body has clear tears on his face. His eyes were twinkling and slightly red. The tears flow out of his eyes and wet his long and dense eyelashes. His upper and lower lips were tightly clenched. His lips were slightly white. His tall body is like a bird falling from the nest at the moment, shivering.

All of this gives Tharn a feeling that people like Type should not cause in him.

A feeling that he wants to protect Type.

"That kid cussed my parents so much. Do I sympathize with him?" As soon as Tharn's face changed, he took a deep breath. He moved his hand away from the edge of the washbasin and tried to clear away all the emotions he thought were caused by the environment at that time.

Call

Tharn pulled the uniform up and there were scars on his body. He shook his head.

"What's the reward for being so kind to him, Tharn? Why do you feel sorry for that boy?” said on the mouth, Tharn held the water again and splashed it on his face, then walked out of the bathroom. At the same time, he picked up his cell phone and dialed the number of the best friend.

"Lhong, are you still at school? Go to dinner together. "

It would be that he couldn't get into the dormitory himself. Of course, if it hadn't been like this, they would have been quarreling for a long time. Tharn passed by the door of the dormitory. He glanced at the door a little, thinking like this, and then walked away. There was no need to pity the brave guy.

"Uncle, uncle, is there really a playground for me to play?"

"It's just behind that house. There's an abandoned stadium. It's big. You and uncle will go to it."

Don't go, Type, don't go, you don't go.

In the fuzzy dream, Type dreams of the guy with beard and almost no facial features. He looks at the 12-year-old boy with a simple smile just like a wolf. The boy didn't know how dangerous the outside world was. He was very happy to have a place to play. He didn't know how disgusting he was looking at him.

Don't go, you don't go, don't go with that beast.

Type shouted in the dark. He tried hard to hold the child, but he felt his arm was weak. Even the words he shouted were silenced. He could only watch the boy follow the bastard trustfully.

That boy... Is me.

Type was stimulated by his own dream. He tried to hold the child by his hand, but the other side went further and further.

"Where do you want to escape? Child."

Well!

At this time, a face full of beard and teeth exposed due to treacherous smile suddenly appeared in front of him. The laughter of a madman sounded in his brain, and the fear hidden in his heart for a long time swept up like a storm.

Let go... Let go of me, asshole.

"Let uncle have a good time, just for a while, just for a moment..."

Type struggled desperately, tears fall down, and his whole body was soaked with sweat. He tries hard to escape, but found that his body is heavy and frightening.

"Let me go, let me go, don't hurt me."

The boy's voice of begging for mercy was not very loud. He tried to free his hands from the rope, but it was just increasing the scars. His heart was gradually occupied by fear, and his whole body was shaking. He was pitiful.

But his poor appearance made the guy who was touching his leg with his hands more delicate. The guy said

"Good boy, don't be afraid. Let's have a good time together."

"No, I don't, let go of me... Ah, let go of me."

The boy still cried and begged him to let go of himself, but what he got was the other side's dirty hand stroking his leg back and forth, the boy's pants were taken off, the disgusting hand covered his body, the boy was too scared to breathe.

Who can help me, help me, help me

"Wake up, Ai'Type!!!"

Who is there, who, help me, help me?

"I want you to wake up, Ai'Type!"

That voice, that bastard of Tharn, that bastard of Tharn, right? Help me, Tharn help me.

"I told you to wake up right away. Do you hear me, Ai'Type!!!?”

The loud voice rang in my ear, and the disgusting face finally disappeared from my mind. Then Type, who was struggling in fear, woke up. What he saw when he opened his eyes was not ridicule, or he wished to bite his hatred. What Type saw was that his face was full of... Worry.

"I'm glad you woke up. I'm glad you woke up." Strong embrace tightly hugged Type's sweat soaked body.

At the moment, Type really doesn't know what to do. All he knew is... He's safe.

"I'd better go back first."

"I am crazy!"

Tharn scolded himself gloomily. He called out his friends who had already gone home to eat together. But just after ordering the dishes, he always felt uneasy. He told his friends to go back first in a few minutes, and then he came out of the shop immediately.

He cried, make him cry to death, but he cried like a child!

Tharn's mind has been turning to this idea. At first, he thought that Type was afraid that his little brother would be divided into two parts by him. But he calmed down and thought about it carefully. Type's appearance is not someone who is only afraid of this matter. If he hated to cry, he would definitely resist. But he didn't. He not only didn't resist, but also kept asking for him to let him go.

The more he think about it, the more restless Tharn was, and the guy who says he doesn't care about his roommate's life and death rushed back as fast as he can. His face full of tears appears in front of him, and Tharn's running was faster.

Crack

"Huh? No lock?”

Just went to the door to pick up the key to open the door, but found that the door was not locked, Tharn was surprised and couldn't help talking to himself.

That kid never left the door unlocked.

At this moment, the lights of the whole room were dark, only the guy lying on the bed. Seeing this, Tharn felt relieved and went on walking towards the room.

"Hey, hey, hey..."

"Hey! How can you sleep so well?”

Tharn scolded angrily. He came back tired and tired. The guy who worried him slept soundly and didn't care what he had just been treated. But when he was about to go over and tell Type that he was back, his legs stiff were in place.

"Let go... Let go of me... Hey... Let go... Please."

The heavy breath became clear, the person on the bed moved his body uneasily, and Tharn immediately turned on the light and ran straight to Type.

“Ai’Type, what's wrong with you boy!" Tharn rushed to the bedside and took a deep breath. He found that the guy who had always been very brave now had sweat on his face, and his face turned left and right, as if he was suffering from torture and had to beg for mercy.

"Help... No... Help·”

"Wake up Type!!!" Tharn grabbed Type's shoulder with both hands and shook him gently to wake up the guy struggling in the nightmare. However, Type's body trembled even more than before. Tears fell down his cheeks. Tharn grabbed his shoulder again and shook it harder. The other hand gently taps Type's face.

"Wake up for me, Type!!!"

"Aaah." However, Type made a sound of uneasiness and fear again. Tharn looked at him and felt a kind of unspeakable suffering.

"Help me... Tharn... Tharn..."

"Wake up to me, Type!!!!!!!!!"

After that, Tharn grabbed Type's shoulder with both hands, lifted him up, shook him hard again, and at the same time, the sound of yelling trying to wake up the other party gradually increased.

Finally, the voice made Type open his eyelids, and his eyes full of tears appeared in front of him. Then he looked at them carefully, and they were full of fear.

That kind of fear made Tharn have no time to care about other things. His body first went to his head.

He hugged Type.

He pulled Type and hugged him tightly.

"Fortunately, you woke up." There was a big sigh of relief in the voice, and at the same time Tharn's other hand was gently stroking and patting on Type's back.

"It's OK, Type, it's OK, you're just having a nightmare."

But what did he dream of?

Tharn wondered in his heart. After careful observation, it's not hard to find that Type's aversion to gay is not just that of ordinary people's aversion to homosexuality. There must be a deeper reason for him to be so afraid that he shivered all over his body and cries for help from others, and to do things that are quite different from his previous aggressive character. He thought that the hand in his back was transferred to Type's head to caress, it seems to be pacifying the children.

"It's all right."

When the other side's hands slowly lifted up and grasped his school uniform, Tharn's heart stopped for a second, but at this time

Crack

The other side pushed him away with both hands, and said hello straight to Tharn's face with his fist. Tharn, who was sitting beside the bed, almost fell to the ground, but he didn't react to say that I was beaten by this boy, so the voice of Type sounded.

"Leave me alone!"

This sentence successfully ignited Tharn's inner anger. He turned to look at Type, with his other hand still holding his aching chin.

"What the fvck are you crazy about! I'm kind enough to wake you up. "

"Who asked you?"

Slightly

Type said he might have been more terrible if his teeth were rattling and his body was still shaking and his eyes were red and swollen. Hearing his "ungrateful" words, Tharn immediately stood up from the bed, and he said coldly in a low voice.

"You didn't beg me, I was just being compassionate. I can't see a guy as strong as a cow who is afraid of his nightmare..."

"I'm not afraid of nightmares. You don't know anything. Don't worry about me!!!" At the same time, he clenched his fist and rushed to fight Tharn at any time, provided that he had strength. Looking at his movements, Tharn breathed heavily.

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm not afraid of anything. Nothing can make people like me afraid."

"Oh, then you are shaking and crying. You are not afraid of anything. Ha, don't try to be brave."

"It's my own business to be brave. I tell you that even if I cry to death, I will never ask you for help! You remember that."

The mouth of the brave guy is still so hard, even though the tears on his eyelashes were not dry. His words made the worried Tharn mad. He immediately turned around and came back. Although he had not eaten, he was not in the mood to eat. He said again,

"When are you going to be brave?"

"That's my own business!"

Tharn clenched his fist and tried to restrain his anger caused by the guy on the opposite side who had been fighting with him all the time. He can't believe that this is the same person as the guy who just asked for him, but from another perspective, he may have dreamt that he had done something bad to him.

In this way, Tharn calmed down a little bit, at the same time, disappointment poured into his heart.

Maybe he wasn't crying for help, he was just running away.

"I'm sorry. I'm nosy." After Tharn finished, he left his bag on the bed. He took his bath towel and pajamas from the wardrobe, walked straight in front of the guy who was sitting on the bed pretending to have nothing, and walked out of the room.

When the door closed, Type put his hands around his head, half ashamed and half frightened.

"No, I didn't ask him for help."

Although he tried to tell himself like this, his hands on his head clearly knew that just now... He almost wanted to hug Tharn back.

                     Tharn ~ Type

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