- Close Friend
Stepping out of the car, Hyeonjun took a deep breath of fresh air. The car’s air freshener smelled awful—cheap and cloying. The lingering scent made his head ache, and his body felt strangely weary. Lately, he’d been tired all over, falling asleep early without any particular reason. His stamina seemed to be dropping.
“Ngh…”
As he lifted his foot to climb the stairs, he felt something shift inside him. Frowning, he wondered if he was coming down with something. He headed to the lecture hall, thinking that maybe he didn’t have to go straight home every day. A stronger urge to have dinner with a classmate surged in him. The problem was, his wallet wasn’t exactly flush with cash. It wasn’t that he hated going home—it was seeing that new father of his, the way he dominated the living room like he owned the place. The thought of bringing a friend home made him smirk. If he did, that bastard would have no choice but to retreat to the master bedroom. The idea of subtly defying him brought a small thrill.
Unbeknownst to him, Hyeonjun was already under the spell of suggestion—bring a friend home—as he took his seat.
***
“Wow… Hyeonjun, your dad must be loaded.”
“…Yeah, I guess.”
After their late lecture, Jihun’s eyes widened at the sight of Hyeontae’s car. If it had been praise for his real father, Hyeonjun might have shrugged it off. But hearing Jihun fawn over Hyeontae soured his mood. The car door opened, and Hyeontae greeted them from the backseat.
“Hello, I’m Hyeonjun’s dad. Must’ve been exhausting with those late lectures, huh?”
“Hello, sir! I’m Park Jihun, Hyeonjun’s friend!”
“Your friend’s got manners. Here, take a seat.”
“Whoa… your car’s huge, sir. How much does something like this cost? It’s imported, right?”
Jihun chatted easily with Hyeontae. The only one not greeting him—just sitting there, sulking—was Hyeonjun. That damn air freshener smell hit his nose again. Doesn’t Jihun even notice it? He shot his friend a sidelong glare.
“Hyeonjun, something bothering you today?”
Hyeontae asked casually. Hyeonjun turned toward the window, dismissing it vaguely.
“No, just… thinking about assignments. There’s a lot.”
“I see. Assignments, huh…”
Hyeontae didn’t press further. Instead, just like that morning, he pulled Hyeonjun close and stripped off his pants. Shocked, Jihun’s eyes bulged as he watched. Hyeontae nonchalantly removed Hyeonjun’s underwear too, spreading his legs wide. The black anal plug nestled between his thighs was fully on display.
“Uh… sir?”
They’d arrived at Hyeonjun’s apartment parking lot. The driver turned off the engine but didn’t open the doors.
“Hmm? Oh, I was just checking Hyeonjun’s body. He’s been a bit sensitive lately. Stressed about not getting pregnant, I think.”
“Dad, why are you telling Jihun that?!”
Hyeonjun glared, flustered. Jihun just blinked, utterly confused.
“Hyeonjun, now that we’re home, you should take it out.”
Hyeontae gestured at the plug. Hyeonjun hesitated, then gripped the base and slowly pulled. As it emerged, Jihun stared blankly, as if wondering if this was a dream.
“Ah… uh… ah…”
It wasn’t just a plug—it was a thick, grotesque dildo, veined and ridged. Hyeontae’s and the driver’s mixed cum oozed from it, sticky and obscene. Just the act of removing it had Hyeonjun flushed and panting.
“Uh… s-sir, I think I should get out—”
“Mmm, you should. But Jihun, you rode in my car, didn’t you? The driver worked hard for us.”
“Huh?”
Jihun looked puzzled. Hyeontae sighed and turned to Hyeonjun.
“Hyeonjun, explain it to him. Didn’t you tell him before getting in the car?”
“Jihun, you have to thank the driver… How can you be a college student and not know that?”
“Oh, uh—right! Thank you, sir!”
“No, no. You have to suck his cock. Just saying thanks isn’t enough.”
At the word cock, Jihun’s eyes nearly popped out. But Hyeontae and Hyeonjun just looked at him like he was the weird one. After a moment’s hesitation, Jihun scratched his head and addressed the driver.
“Uh… sir, thanks for the ride… Can I, uh… suck your cock…?”
The driver cheerfully agreed, reclining his seat. Jihun swallowed hard, then unzipped the driver’s pants and pulled out his penis. A loud alarm bell rang in his head. This is wrong. This is so wrong.
“Jihun, aren’t you the type who’s obsessed with cock? You told the driver that earlier—how you come to school every day just to suck dick.”
Hyeontae spoke with absolute confidence about something that had never happened. Staring at the cock in front of him, frozen, Jihun barely managed:
“Uh… y-yeah, I guess.”
“So why hesitate with the driver? Is it because you don’t know him?”
“W-well… kinda, yeah…”
Jihun asked himself: If I’m so into sucking dick, why am I hesitating with the driver’s? Is it really just because he’s a stranger? He couldn’t even understand himself. With a deep breath, he took the cock into his mouth.
“Mmph… nggh…”
Whether it was the suggestion taking hold or just natural talent, Jihun started licking like a porn star—sloppy, enthusiastic, nothing like Hyeonjun’s technique. Hyeontae smirked inwardly. This kid’s watched a lot of porn.
“Hyeonjun, should we give Jihun a physical too? If you both get pregnant together, you’ll bond over it. Better if it’s someone you know, right?”
Neither of them could resist the absurd logic. Hyeontae leaned over and stripped Jihun’s pants off. Unlike Hyeonjun’s pale, unmuscular thighs, Jihun’s were toned—clearly he worked out.
“You’re in great shape.”
Hyeontae squeezed Jihun’s balls a few times, then pulled out a bottle of lube mixed with aphrodisiac. He drizzled it slowly over Jihun’s ass crack, massaging it in. Jihun’s firm ass and thighs grew slick. As Hyeontae’s hands worked—kneading his inner thighs, teasing his cock—Jihun’s hips twitched. But the suggestion to love sucking cock kept his mouth locked around the driver’s shaft, slurping loudly.
“If you want to carry a baby well, your hole needs to be sturdy.”
Hyeontae filled a needleless syringe with lube and injected it deep into Jihun’s ass. It was small—shorter than his palm—but the volume alone would have Jihun begging to be fucked. Watching the liquid disappear inside, Hyeontae smirked.
“Let’s see how well it stretches.”
He took out a thin dildo, rolled a condom over it, and began pushing it into Jihun. The toy was segmented, growing thicker toward the end. Jihun whimpered as he took it all. Noticing Hyeonjun’s fixed gaze, Hyeontae handed him a larger dildo.
“Why don’t you examine your friend yourself? You’ll do a good job.”
Hyeonjun took it and rammed it into Jihun. It was a tight fit, but the lube made it slide in smoothly. As he pistoned it in and out, his own lower half grew restless. The squelching sounds, the clenching hole—it was all too familiar. Before long, Hyeonjun was stroking himself with one hand while fucking Jihun with the other. He needed to.
“H-honey… ah, it’s burning down there…”
“Oh dear, getting excited again? Hyeonjun, you want cum, don’t you?”
“Hah… yes, ah… I want someone to… fuck me…”
“It’s a bit cramped for four of us in the car… How about you suck Jihun’s cock for now? If you lick there, cum might come out.”
Hyeontae helpfully guided Hyeonjun to Jihun’s cock. Ending up crouched on the car floor, Hyeonjun lapped at his friend’s shaft. It wasn’t as big as Hyeontae’s, but still substantial. The fact that it belonged to his friend didn’t matter. All that existed was the craving to sate his lust. The car filled with the sounds of two young men slurping cock.
The driver came first, flooding Jihun’s mouth. He swallowed every drop without hesitation.
“Thank you, sir… hngh… ah, Hyeonjun…”
In a more comfortable position now, Jihun cradled Hyeonjun’s head as he received his friend’s blowjob. It wasn’t the most skilled, but Hyeonjun had practiced enough on Hyeontae to satisfy him.
“Hah… uh, ah, Hyeonjun, suck harder…”
Jihun shoved his cock down Hyeonjun’s throat, demanding more. Hyeonjun wrapped his arms around Jihun’s waist, hollowing his cheeks as he obeyed. Soon, Jihun came in his mouth too.
“Hah… fuu…”
Hyeonjun licked his lips, as if savoring the last drops, then panted in frustration. His top priority was getting pregnant, and the craving to be filled right now was driving him mad.
“Alright, boys. Let’s head upstairs and have dinner. Everyone get dressed.”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
