Delusive Fate

#060

“Ah, hwat, euh.”

“Hyung…”

Hoooo, Ki Baek-woo’s trembling exhale made the already damp crotch even hotter. As he said, the feeling of my dick rubbing against his palm became increasingly slick.  Pre-cum was gushing out, wave after wave, due to the overwhelming urge to cum.

Following Ki Baek-woo’s movements as he squeezed my shaft, the sticky fluid splattered onto my bare thighs. My thighs twitched at the stimulation of my own fluids splashing, my senses heightened. Ki Baek-woo, seeing my reaction, responded with even more excited gasps and moans. Anyone watching would think he was the one being sucked off, not me.

“Ah, faster. Ah, just suck it…!”

The desperate urge rising from deep within my dick made me furrow my brows and bite my lip. I roughly tugged at Ki Baek-woo’s hair, arching my back. Ki Baek-woo, holding the glans, licked from the base of my dick all the way to the urethral opening. His tongue, roughened by canker sores due to his poor health, felt like a cat’s tongue.  The coarse surface of his tongue licking my shaft made my ass clench tightly.

A glob of Cowper’s fluid, thick and clotted, squeezed out of the narrow opening at the tip of my dick. Along with the sticky fluid, Ki Baek-woo shoved my dick into his mouth in one swift motion.  Compared to Ki Baek-woo’s, it was pathetically small, but at least it wasn’t a microdick – my Junior Lee Han-sol – poked into Ki Baek-woo’s throat.

“Ah!”

Ki Baek-woo, as if waiting for this moment, opened his throat and sucked my dick inside. The soft constriction at the tip sent a jolt of electricity straight to my scalp. The beer can I was barely holding slipped from my hand and clattered to the floor. The aluminum can rolled across the living room floor, spilling beer everywhere, but neither Ki Baek-woo nor I paid any attention. I curled my back, which had been arched backward, into a tight circle, following the intense stimulation. I clasped the back of Ki Baek-woo’s head with both hands as he sucked on my crotch.

“Aeu, eu, eung, ut.”

Ki Baek-woo seemed to enjoy my embrace, swallowing my dick deeper and deeper. I felt his lips mash against my pubic hair.  My pubic hair was so pathetically sparse it was practically nonexistent, so the soft sensation against my skin was vividly clear. My hips involuntarily bucked. If my knees weren’t shaking so much, I would have stood up and rammed it into Ki Baek-woo’s mouth repeatedly.

Instead, I grabbed Ki Baek-woo’s head and vigorously moved it back and forth.  Even though I was using him like a tool, Ki Baek-woo didn’t mind. No, he seemed ecstatic, gripping my buttocks as if he would crush them, refusing to let go.

Ki Baek-woo’s mouth was slick. My cum and his saliva mixed, flowing down my thighs, soaking them. Ki Baek-woo, using the hand that had been caressing my buttocks, rubbed my thighs and then delved into my groin, pressing firmly on the swollen perineum beneath my dick.

“Hik! Eung! Ah, that, ah!”

The sensation of his soft, slippery flesh rubbing against me, up and down, made me clutch Ki Baek-woo’s head tightly.  Spasms of pleasure kept erupting within me. It had been far too long.  I didn’t know what to do, so I just gasped, “Ah, ah, ah…!”  and clung to Ki Baek-woo.

Ki Baek-woo, seemingly not choking, tightened his throat and gently licked my shaft with the tip of his tongue. One hand caressed my perineum, the other my buttocks, never leaving me alone. I wanted to cum. My dick, half-buried in Ki Baek-woo’s throat, throbbed as if it had a heartbeat of its own.

“I can’t, ah, Baek-woo, I want to cum, I, euuung…”

Ki Baek-woo buried his face deeper into my crotch. The feeling of his prominent nose pressing against my stomach was strangely erotic.  Suddenly, I felt the urge to urinate, making me even more anxious. Ki Baek-woo sucked on my dick inside his mouth as if it were a popsicle, using his finger to probe my ass. Ki Baek-woo’s fingerprint slowly rubbed against the folds of my anus.

“Hwik!”

It felt like someone had reached into my belly and was rummaging around my organs. My vision blurred red, and my eyes squeezed shut involuntarily. Intense tension stiffened my whole body.  Suddenly, Ki Baek-woo pulled his head back.  Simultaneously, a wave of release washed over me. It was an exhilarating climax.

My stomach convulsed with the pleasure I had long forgotten. I stumbled backward and collapsed.

Heok, heok, heok, heok…

I stared at the ceiling. The afterglow of cumming, spreading from my dick to my brain, from my brain to my heart, and from my heart to the blood vessels throughout my body… a pleasure I had almost forgotten. My limbs trembled faintly.

When I learned to masturbate from the kids I hung out with at the orphanage. When I was too busy living to care about sex, when I didn’t even have wet dreams, the first time I came… sitting in the corner of a public restroom stall, feeling that indescribable, overwhelming feeling… that feeling of being overwhelmed by the intuition that my life had completely changed… that same feeling was washing over me.

“Hyung.”

Ki Baek-woo grabbed my knee. I looked down at him with a limp head. In the dimly lit room, with his back to the only light source – the TV – Ki Baek-woo’s features were backlit.  Even so, I could clearly see that his face was covered in my cum. Ki Baek-woo pressed his body close to me between my legs, just as he had when he was deep-throating my dick.

His mouth, glistening with a mixture of fluids. His forehead and cheeks slick with sticky cum.  His neatly sculpted, small face was so drenched, it looked incredibly sexy. And it also looked really cheap.

‘Did he suck Jung Yi-dam like this too? They must have had sex, right?  A lot of sex. Did he enjoy it? I’ve forgotten what sex feels like, and now I’m remembering it like this. But why did Ki Baek-woo suck my dick?  Why did this happen? Ki Baek-woo suddenly said he could make me feel good… Hmm. I can’t call it nonsense since I came. Anyway.’

Unrelated thoughts followed one another. Then Ki Baek-woo asked with a tense expression:

“Did you like it?”

As I stared at him, Ki Baek-woo covered my thigh with his hand and asked again:

“Hyung, did you feel good? Was it okay?”

Ki Baek-woo’s palm, resting against my bare thigh, trembled nervously. I nodded vaguely. ‘No, it wasn’t okay at all. You sucked badly. So get out of my house right now.’  But I had been panting too obviously a moment ago.

I, Lee Han-sol, a man. My life and personality are ruined, but I live by acknowledging the truth. I’m a sucker and an idiot, but I’m not a loser.

Ki Baek-woo lowered his head for a moment, then looked at me again. And he said something strange.

“I’ll keep making you feel good.”

I looked at him, then, having nothing to say, looked at the movie still playing in the background.  At that moment, the adulterer in the movie was confessing his unhappiness to the heroine.  ‘I desire you so much that I can neither eat nor sleep.’ (The Piano, Jane Campion, 1993)

So dramatic.  I might as well go on a successful diet since I have no appetite.  There are plenty of people in movies and real life who don’t eat or sleep.  Do they think that’s trendy? What was the title of this movie again? Ah, The Piano.  The Piano.  No wonder they were always playing the piano and having an affair.

As I mumbled to myself, following the stream of consciousness, Ki Baek-woo spoke again.

“It’s true, Hyung. I can make you feel even better.”

“…”

“Every day, anytime. Whenever you want, I’ll make you feel good. You felt good just now, right? I can make you feel even better than that.”

Ki Baek-woo was trying to persuade me.

“Then you’ll feel good too, Hyung. You’ll really feel good. Being with me, being with me isn’t bad. I’m not that bad. I… Hyung.”

I didn’t quite understand what Ki Baek-woo wanted. Why did he keep suggesting we do good things? Why did he keep boasting about how good he was, how he wasn’t bad? Was he horny? Did he still haven’t slept with Jung Yi-dam? Is that why he’s doing this to me…? I wondered how far Ki Baek-woo’s strange behavior would go. Ki Baek-woo, clinging to my knees, seemed like he would keep repeating the same things if I didn’t answer, so I casually asked:

“Do you want to have sex?”

“If Hyung wants to.”

“I don’t really want to with you.”

“…No, Hyung. It’ll be different. I can do whatever Hyung wants me to do. Hyung would… it would be good if I were there.”

“You say you’ll do whatever I tell you.  Will you take a whipping if I tell you to?”

“Yes. That’s nothing. I can do it all.”

“Baek-woo… you’re really crazy… Suddenly sucking another guy’s dick… Are you possessed by a lust demon? Stop talking nonsense and wipe up that beer over there.”

When I answered indifferently, Ki Baek-woo grabbed my arm and clung to me. As if begging me to look at him. I glanced at him with annoyance and contempt. He tried to speak, but no sound came out. His rigid jaw trembled.

Up close, I saw that his lips were chapped and bleeding in several places.  The dry lips, cracked from sucking my dick, had bloody scabs.  A bandage stuck to one of the cuts was dangling precariously.  Along with my cum smeared across his face, he looked really messy and dirty.

Looking so desperate, like he was trapped in a confined space and desperately seeking a way out, was kind of funny. To be honest, he looked really pathetic.  So, I, Lee Han-sol, am the most pathetic person in this world, and Ki Baek-woo, the second best (Jung Yi-dam being the first), ironically looked that way at this moment.

Anyway, Ki Baek-woo, looking pathetic and begging, shouted at me:

“Hyung, will you… will you fuck me?”