#44
My mouth hung open as I stared at Saheon hyung. If our conversation had been normal, he would have been pointing to the underwear he was wearing, but strangely, his finger was subtly indicating a different, more prominent area.
My face flushed as my eyes naturally fell upon the large silhouette revealed through the thin, stretchy fabric. A theory I’d once seen in an audiovisual presentation flashed through my mind. His ambiguous finger gesture—was he asking me to wash the fabric, or what was underneath?—made me feel awkward.
But while I fidgeted, Saheon hyung issued a command, a forceful instruction laced with a tenderness that made refusal impossible.
“Put that down and get up here.”
The “that” he referred to was undoubtedly the laundry I was holding. I awkwardly placed the pile of clothes I was carrying onto the floor beneath the bed. I hesitated after lifting my left knee onto the mattress, prompting another urging from Hyung.
“Hurry up.”
Finally, I climbed onto the mattress. After a few steps on my knees, I reached Saheon hyung. He reached out and gently stroked my head.
“Good boy. Could you come a little closer?”
The place he indicated was between his legs. My ears burned crimson at the undeniably strange and suggestive position. I couldn’t meet his gaze properly, glancing at some part of his body—which unfortunately happened to be the bulging silhouette—causing me to jump in surprise.
My body, clearly malfunctioning from shock, twitched. I heard Saheon hyung chuckle softly. Embarrassed, I knelt down gracefully in the spot he’d indicated. As I stared at the rumpled blanket, I flinched when Saheon hyung spoke.
“Take this off.”
“…Huh? Huh?”
“You said you’d wash it, right? You have to take it off first.”
It was true. I glanced at Hyung again. Saheon hyung, with a similar expression to usual, smiled softly, his eyes urging me to hurry. My earlier hesitation about whether I should wash the fabric or what was underneath it was rendered pointless; it was overwhelmingly the former.
“Hyung… you could take it off yourself.”
“I’m looking something up right now, so I can’t.”
Saheon hyung lightly shook his phone as if presenting evidence. He has two hands, though… wait, he could just put the phone down. I glared at him, annoyed by his childishness.
Was he just trying to tease me? He probably wanted to see me flustered because I wasn’t complying with his wishes, acting like a spoiled child.
Slightly annoyed by his deliberate teasing, I reached for his underwear. If he was going to act like this, the best course of action was to get it done quickly and escape.
As my hands touched the differently colored band with the brand label, I felt the heat radiating from Saheon hyung’s bare skin. Feeling like I might get burned, I quickly pulled down the stretchy fabric. He remained glued to the bed, staring at his phone, showing no intention of cooperating.
Because of this, his underwear got caught on the mattress and wouldn’t come down. Even when I pulled with noticeable effort, he didn’t flinch. To at least remove what I could, I chose to grab the front of the waistband.
The front came down easily, unlike the back. A part of his erect dick came into view. I swallowed hard, embarrassed, and chided him.
“What are you even looking at?”
“Methods for age-appropriate sex education for children.”
My grip on the underwear waistband tightened. Or perhaps it was because of that, but his erect dick became fully visible outside the stretchy fabric. At the sight of the thick dick, which had already been so clearly visible beneath the fabric, I recoiled with a gasp.
But Saheon hyung quickly grabbed my wrist.
My wrist felt a tingling sensation in his large hand. My mind, filled with strange tremors and confusion, was trying to figure out when exactly he’d gotten an erection. Saheon hyung, holding my wrist tightly, slowly called my name.
“Cheongmyeong.”
Just the sound of my name sent a fire through my body. I could even feel the heat radiating from my skin. Seemingly oblivious to my tension, Saheon hyung, using the hand not holding my wrist, lightly ruffled my hair.
His hand, which had been slowly stroking my hair, moved down to my face. I swallowed hard. Hyung, who I always thought had tired eyes, wiped under my eyes with his thumb and smiled slightly. His dangerous, languid smile made me forget to breathe for a moment.
“What do you think you should do now?”
Saheon hyung asked. My face burned at the obvious question. I wanted to run away, yet paradoxically, I also wanted this stimulating sensation to continue.
“You know, Cheongmyeong, when someone has a crush on you and asks you to get on the bed…”
Saheon hyung mimicked a teacher’s tone, speaking slowly. Each word sent a dizzying, almost melting sensation through my eardrums.
“…it means they want to have sex with you. Should I pretend I don’t understand? Or shouldn’t I?”
My Adam’s apple bobbed. I knew, without looking, that my cheeks were flushed crimson at his suggestive words. My ears were ringing. I froze, still held by Hyung.
Saheon hyung stroked my cheek soothingly, then naturally moved his long finger down to my mouth and inserted it. I instinctively bit his finger when something entered my mouth. He began to move his finger slowly. The sound of sucking was faintly audible. He continued to whisper in that kindergarten teacher-like tone.
“Shouldn’t I? Answer.”
“…Uh…”
I reflexively tried to answer, but my words trailed off because of his finger in my mouth. But it seemed to be a sufficient answer for Hyung. He smiled gently and kindly whispered.
“You look so sexy. No theory, just practical experience.”
My cheeks burned. He pressed his finger into my mouth, then moved it across my tongue. The strange feeling of having my wrist held while my mouth was being probed by his finger was unsettling. And perhaps because my sensitive tongue was being stimulated, my toes curled involuntarily.
My mouth, feeling the foreign object, instinctively tried to clamp down. My tongue contorted, and my lips almost closed on their own. Saliva kept accumulating, so I swallowed, causing Hyung to frown.
Was this wrong? When I lightly sucked his finger like an ice cream, as if gauging Saheon hyung’s reaction, he softly murmured.
“Don’t clench your teeth. Yes, that’s right. Gently tighten, and keep your tongue flat.”
I followed his instructions. My brows furrowed involuntarily. He seemed much more pleased this time, his expression softening as he let out a gentle sigh.
My hand was now on Saheon hyung’s thigh. My calves were tingling from kneeling, but I wasn’t paying attention to that.
He moved his finger slowly. My shoulders twitched every time his finger touched my teeth, but I desperately kept my lips pursed, remembering his instruction not to clench my teeth.
“You’re good at this.”
Saheon hyung said, offering a cryptic compliment as he withdrew his finger. My lips tingled where his thick finger had been.
“Just do it like this. Okay?”
I instinctively understood what he would ask me to do next. Even my dazed mind, clouded by lust, understood perfectly. I swallowed the saliva that had gathered in my mouth. My chin was also tingling now.
His fully erect dick came into my view. I was supposed to put it in my mouth, but it felt strange. It felt really strange. It sounded almost as absurd as saying men could get pregnant, or like taking birth control pills.
“Hyung… this… this feels weird…”
My voice trembled involuntarily. Saheon hyung, who was gently holding the back of my head as if he was about to make me suck his dick, chuckled softly. For the first time, his low, resonant chuckle sounded unsettling.
“You’re going to cry again.”
Saheon hyung mumbled in a soothing tone. It felt like he was saying “There, there.” But my anxiety only grew.
I swallowed the saliva that had gathered in my still-tingling mouth. Hyung, still holding the back of my head, gently stroked my cheek with his thumb and whispered kindly.
“Have I ever made you do anything bad, Cheongmyeong?”
“…No.”
I answered blankly, lulled by his sweet, coaxing whisper. Saheon hyung’s lips curved into a wide smile. As if admiring me, he kissed my forehead and whispered again, subtly.
“Then shall we try?”
As I listened to him, it seemed okay again. Lost in the confusing sensations, I stared blankly at Hyung, and he gently urged me on.
“Hurry up.”
Finally, I hesitantly lowered myself. His dick looked even larger up close. It seemed different from mine in color, shape, size, and even the veins.
Should I call it a dick, or a club? Lowering my body with my head half-bent, I glanced up at Hyung. Saheon hyung stroked my head, as if to say I was doing well.
Hesitating for a moment, almost touching his dick with my lips, I closed my eyes tightly and slowly took it into my mouth. The immense dick, feeling like a living creature, even pulsed. Suddenly, I felt like I couldn’t breathe.
I tasted something strange on my tongue. It tasted salty, or perhaps unpleasant—a strange, indescribable taste. Surprised by the unexpected sensation, I cautiously sucked the tip of the dick, then recoiled in surprise at the fluid, spitting it out.
I was gasping for breath, as if I’d just run a hundred-meter dash. I checked the tip of the dick with a startled look, and a cloudy fluid was clinging to it. I knew what it was, being a man myself, but it was still shocking.
I nervously watched Hyung’s expression. He simply stroked the back of my head, watching my actions. I felt an unspoken pressure. Finally, I made a sad face and took his dick into my mouth again.
His thick dick filled my mouth. It felt menacing, as if it would pierce my throat, and the remaining length was far too large for me to take in one mouthful. My face involuntarily took on a tearful expression.
I sucked slowly, without clenching my teeth, as I had done with his finger. In fact, my mouth was so full that I couldn’t really suck. I could only barely move my tongue, when Saheon hyung gave another instruction.
“You have to move it up and down.”
His hot breath sent a shiver down my neck. I slowly moved my head up and down. When I looked up at Hyung, he had his eyes half-closed.
Was I doing it right? I tried a little harder, pushing Hyung’s dick deeper into my mouth. The tip of the glans touched my uvula. I gagged, and feeling like I was about to vomit, I quickly grabbed his thigh, trying to stand up.
Perhaps because I was so startled, Hyung’s drowsy eyes focused on me. The moment I felt our eyes meet, the grip on the back of my head tightened.
Panic surged as I realized I couldn’t pull my head back. My heart pounded, a shiver running down my spine, when his dick pushed deeper into my throat than ever before.
“Ugh! Ugh… ugh…! Ugh… ugh, uh…”
My vision went white. I gasped for breath. I felt like I was about to vomit, but the large dick didn’t give me any leeway.
The dick, which I thought I could never fit in my mouth, went all the way in, exceeding my expectations. One thing I hadn’t anticipated was how far it would go—all the way to the back of my throat.
“Ugh, ugh, ugh, uh…! Huh, uh…”
Even though I tried to call out to Hyung in anguish, I could only make muffled sounds because my mouth was full. In my distress, my fingernails dug into his thigh.
But hyung seemed even more excited by my actions, letting out a low, heated moan as he continued his brutal act. A series of choked gasps escaped my lips. Physiological tears welled up in my eyes, dripping onto hyung’s thighs.
“…Ah.”
The touch of tears, as hot as his body temperature, made him stop his merciless thrusting. All movement ceased, abruptly. The hand that had been cradling the back of my head loosened its grip. I pulled away, escaping, and burst into a coughing fit. A racking cough tore through me, as if my lungs were splitting.
“Ah, huh, uh, ugh, cough, huh…”
Tears streamed down my face. My throat and the corners of my mouth ached. Fresh air rushed into my lungs, which had felt suffocated, but the violent coughing wouldn’t stop. I pounded my chest in distress, only to be caught by hyung, who had rushed over.
“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. Are you okay? Ah, damn it, Saheon…”
Hyung was genuinely distraught. I continued to cough, glaring at him with tear-filled eyes. The lingering cough felt like it was tearing my lungs and esophagus apart.
Saheon quickly pulled me into a hug, as if to comfort me. The moment I was enveloped in his large embrace, my physiological tears began to take on a different character. Furthermore, upon noticing the laundry on the floor beneath the bed, a tidal wave of sorrow washed over me.
“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry, hyung.”
“I… I… thought you were angry… huh… I… came to… huh… make it up to you…”
Each word was punctuated by heartbroken sobs. Saheon held me tightly, repeatedly kissing my forehead and whispering apologies. Perhaps because I had the absolute certainty that he would accept my childish tantrums and allow me to fully express my sadness, I became even more unrestrained.
“You… took your anger out… on me…”
“I wasn’t angry. Hyung wasn’t angry, Cheongmyeong.”
“Then… huh… why did you do that…”
As I collapsed against him like a stuffed bear, the seemingly endless tears gradually subsided. He wiped away the tears from my eyes, soothing me with whispers.
“I was role-playing… no, I used a pretext to pretend to be upset, thinking you’d come. I’m sorry.”
Saheon finally admitted that my guess about the reason was correct. My eyes narrowed involuntarily. When I glared at him, he seemed to avoid my gaze, subtly touching my lower abdomen and muttering,
“Is your stomach okay?”
I continued to glare at him, but eventually nodded. Returning to his gentle demeanor, he continued in a whisper,
“I looked it up earlier, and stomach pain can be caused by leftover semen. I did try to remove it… but… let’s use protection next time.”
The implication that he would do this again made my face flush. Having calmed down somewhat, I quietly huddled in his warm embrace, then slowly looked up at him.
My stomach didn’t hurt that much, and in fact, it was more like proof of his presence. At least for me, it was a sign that the night I spent with him wasn’t a mirage. I thought it could have been avoided… Finally, I hesitated and spoke.
“…It’s… it’s okay… even if you… just…”
“Why?”
Saheon’s amused question reached my ears. As I glanced upward again, my limited field of vision, restricted by his shoulder, caught sight of the clothes scattered on the floor.
Suddenly, I remembered why I had come to his bedroom. My voice was slightly hoarse from my sore throat.
“…I… took… birth control… so… it’s… okay… even… inside…”
