A memory flickers in the pitch-black darkness, like a light blinking on and off. A damp, humid space, closed doors in every stall, and an unpleasant, musty smell rising from the floor.
Ah, it’s the high school bathroom.
As Seong-hyeon recalls the location, someone enters the bathroom.
A tall figure with his forehead almost covering his face. His name doesn’t come to mind. Seong-hyeon, a high school student, casually unzips his pants at the urinal, barely acknowledging the other guy’s presence. The tall figure hesitates briefly before unzipping his own pants and pulling out his cock.
A typical scene in a men’s bathroom. The sound of zippers, the rustle of fabric—Seong-hyeon pauses, taken aback.
‘Wow, fuck. Is that for real?’
The expletive escapes him involuntarily. The sight is so impressive, almost intimidating. He marvels at the sheer size and length of it, wondering how something like that can fit in pants.
‘That’s fucking huge.’
The tall figure flinches slightly at Seong-hyeon’s words, but Seong-hyeon, undeterred, steps closer to the guy he’s not even friends with.
‘Do you really walk around with that thing between your legs? How do you even fit that in your pants?’
The massive cock seems more beastly than human, sparking curiosity rather than envy in Seong-hyeon.
‘Wow, fuck. Is it always like this? If it gets hard, it must be fucking insane… Do you like being called a dick? With something like that, you must…’
As Seong-hyeon continues to express his awe, a large shadow looms over him. He looks up, frowning at the gloomy figure whose eyes barely peek through his shaggy hair. The gaze is unsettling.
‘What’s your problem, dude?’
The way the guy is looking at him makes Seong-hyeon uncomfortable, like he’s being sized up as a target for desire, even though Seong-hyeon knows he doesn’t have a hole to receive a man. He steps back, feeling a chill run down his spine, and raises his voice deliberately.
‘Hey, fuck! Are you a fucking homo? Why are you staring at me like that?’
The tall figure doesn’t respond, which only frustrates Seong-hyeon more.
‘Seriously, are you a homo? Wow, fuck, that’s disgusting…’
What was a curiosity moments ago has turned into disgust. Fuck, a homo. If the other kids think he’s friends with this guy, they might think he’s a homo too. That would be awful. Seong-hyeon takes another step back and glances down, clenching his fist. The thick flesh that was flaccid moments ago is now slightly erect.
Fuck, did that bastard just get hard?
Seong-hyeon looked up, startled, at his classmate. Unlike his aroused lower body, the guy’s face showed no sign of excitement, which disgusted Seong-hyeon.
‘Damn, what a fucking loser!’
He shouldn’t have talked to the outcast in the first place. He had just casually struck up a conversation without thinking, and now this creep might latch onto him. What if this bastard got horny and tried something? Fuck!
The mere thought made Seong-hyeon retch, bending over in disgust. Seeing this, the classmate hurriedly stuffed his cock back into his pants and moved to wash his hands at the sink.
As he reached out again toward Seong-hyeon,
‘Fuck off! You’re disgusting!’
Seong-hyeon screamed and shoved him hard. The larger guy stumbled backward, hitting the floor with a thud. His shaggy hair, which had hidden his face, was now disheveled, revealing surprisingly neat features. But to Seong-hyeon, this only made him more creepy. How could someone get excited over another guy? Gross.
And he was about to touch me, wasn’t he? Fuck, that’s disgusting. What if he suddenly snaps and attacks me? Seong-hyeon looked around frantically for something to defend himself with. He spotted a mop left by a classroom monitor and grabbed it. At that moment, the guy, who had been silent until then, spoke.
‘Yoon Seong-hyeon.’
The voice sent a chill down Seong-hyeon’s spine, like a cold, damp whisper.
‘It’s okay.’
The nonsensical words hung in the air as the guy slowly met Seong-hyeon’s gaze.
‘It’s okay, Seong-hyeon. Don’t be scared.’
Instinctively, Seong-hyeon swung the mop.
Thud!
The loud impact echoed as the mop connected with the guy’s head, sending it jerking to the side.
‘Fuck! Don’t say my name! Who the hell do you think you are, you fucking homo! Fuck! You’re disgusting! Don’t tell me everything’s okay, you fucking creep! Fuck, you’re gross! So fucking gross!’
Seong-hyeon swung the mop wildly, screaming obscenities. The sound of the mop hitting flesh and bone filled the air as blood trickled down the guy’s forehead.
Seeing the blood, Seong-hyeon became even more enraged.
‘Stop looking at me, asshole!’
As Seong-hyeon screamed and thrashed, someone grabbed him from behind.
‘Hey, Seong-hyeon! What the hell are you doing, man?’
A friend had entered the bathroom and was trying to restrain him. Seong-hyeon struggled free and screamed again.
‘Hey, don’t stop me! That bastard is a fucking homo! He just did something disgusting!’
‘Huh? Really?’
The friend hesitated, looking back and forth between Seong-hyeon and the classmate sprawled on the floor.
‘Yeah, Kim Jin-woo. That bastard’s a homo. Disgusting.’
‘Wh-what…?’
Jin-woo’s grip on Seong-hyeon loosened. Seizing the moment, Seong-hyeon swung the mop again. Despite the relentless violence, the classmate remained silent, not even letting out a groan.
Yet, his gaze, hungry and predatory, never wavered. That unnerving stare sent shivers down Seong-hyeon’s spine. He raised the mop high above his head.
With a heavy thud, the classmate’s body hit the floor.
‘Hey, hey… Is he… dead?’
Jin-woo’s frightened voice snapped Seong-hyeon back to reality. The mop handle clattered to the floor. Seong-hyeon stared at the motionless body, muttering,
‘Who cares if he’s dead. Fucking homo deserves it.’
But what if he really is dead? No, he can’t be.
Hiding his complex feelings, Seong-hyeon gripped Jin-woo’s arm tightly.
‘Let’s go.’
‘What? Just leave him like that?’
‘You want me to take him with us? Fuck that. I’m not getting involved with a homo. You do it if you want.’
Seong-hyeon strode out of the bathroom, leaving Jin-woo to follow hastily. Jin-woo kept asking if everything was really okay, his voice grating on Seong-hyeon’s nerves. He shouted at Jin-woo to shut up, not wanting to hear any more about the bastard.
Amidst Jin-woo’s chatter, Seong-hyeon vaguely recalled hearing the classmate’s name before.
That bastard’s name was… something… what was it again?
“Seong-hyeon.”
The faint memory vanished instantly. Seong-hyeon felt the heavy presence against his lips and murmured,
“Suck it.”
He didn’t care about the situation or where he was. All that mattered was the cock in front of him.
“Feels good….”
His unconscious whisper seemed to excite the man, who laughed.
“Seong-hyeon, you really love cock, don’t you? Ever since we were kids, you’ve always been crazy about it.”
The man’s laughter held no mockery, but rather a different emotion. Seong-hyeon lazily moved his lips, licking the cock in front of him. The pulsating throb felt good against his lips and tongue.
“My cock is yours anyway. No need to be so greedy.”
Mine. The man’s words made Seong-hyeon’s eyes widen, his mouth gaping open. The swollen glans pushed past his parted lips. Wasn’t this painful at first? Or was it never painful? Had it always felt good? A voice echoed in his mind, answering another voice.
Yes, it felt good. The sensation of rubbing his cock against the soft insides of his cheeks, the feeling of taking it deep into his throat, the pleasure of clenching and unclenching around it, and the hot cum spurting into his convulsing throat—it all felt good. It always had.
But when was that?
His memories were a jumbled mess. He remembered the gentle touch on his cheek, the limp body, the screams to remove the dirty hand, the swinging mop…
A mop? Dirty hand?
“Seong-hyeon, you get so wet just from having a cock in your mouth. You must really love it.”
The man’s words made Seong-hyeon realize he was already deep-throating him. His hole clenched and relaxed, yearning to be filled.
I want it inside me. I want to suck my darling’s cock.
As if sensing Seong-hyeon’s desire, the man nudged his groin with his foot. The stimulation made Seong-hyeon’s hips buck, a moan escaping him as he lifted his head, the cock still in his mouth. He didn’t care how he looked, his face already covered in his lover’s cum.
The man sighed, looking down at Seong-hyeon’s flushed, lustful face.
“No.”
Why? Seong-hyeon gripped the man’s thick thighs, desperate to please him more. He swirled his tongue around the shaft, tasting the slick fluid that leaked out. It acted as a lubricant, allowing the large cock to slide more easily in and out of his mouth.
The scent of the man filled his nostrils with each eager bob of his head, making him feel good all over.
“Ah, really. Why are you being so cute?”
Laughter, sighs, and caresses rained down on Seong-hyeon.
“But I can’t fuck you, darling.”
The words were gentle, but the meaning was harsh. Seong-hyeon felt like crying as he pursed his lips around the man’s shaft, gliding them up and down. Why not? He wanted it inside him, wanted to be filled and consumed. He wanted his lover’s cock, wanted to possess it.
The man ran his fingertips over Seong-hyeon’s forehead, smearing the sticky cum over his delicate eyebrows and nose.
“My dear isn’t an onahole. You need to take it slow with cock.”
You must be tired. The man’s soft whisper made Seong-hyeon shake his head.
No, I’m not tired. I’m enjoying this. He wanted to say that, but he didn’t want to let go of the cock in his mouth.
The man sighed contentedly as Seong-hyeon’s muffled moans vibrated around his cock. The pulsating shaft throbbed more intensely.
He likes this too. Seong-hyeon noted this new fact.
“Even when you sleep, you suck my cock like an animal.”
As the man said, Seong-hyeon would often wake up with the man’s cock in his mouth, like a hungry beast seeking milk.
Sometimes, he would wake up choking, only to find himself deep-throating the man’s cock.
That wasn’t strange or uncomfortable. It was natural.
“And in the morning, you wake up with a mouth full of cum, and then I fuck you until you’re full.”
That was natural too. It was Seong-hyeon’s duty to ensure his lover started the day pleasantly.
“But Seong-hyeon, did you know?”
The man’s fingers gently caressed Seong-hyeon’s forehead.
“You used to hate this at first. Sucking cock.”
Me? Impossible. I love it.
“So, I made you suck my cock every day. If you swallow my cum every day, you’ll grow to love my cock. Isn’t that what they call sleep learning? It worked wonders.”
That can’t be true. Seong-hyeon had always loved this. He loved taking his lover’s cock in his mouth, fingering his own ass, and then taking it deep inside. He couldn’t have hated it.
“Besides, you’ve always had a talented mouth. Even before I trained you, you knew how to please a cock.”
From the first time the man forced his cock into Seong-hyeon’s mouth, he had moaned and trembled, dripping with desire. The man had thought Seong-hyeon had sucked many cocks before, so he…
“No, never mind. That’s not important. Anyway, no cock for you today, Seong-hyeon.”
The man pushed Seong-hyeon away gently, as if soothing a child. Seong-hyeon stepped back, unable to resist the repeated denials. But his eyes were filled with unquenchable longing and disappointment.
“Ah, so cute.”
The man chuckled and kissed Seong-hyeon’s cheek, not minding the cum smeared on it. He licked the cum with his snake-like tongue and then briefly kissed Seong-hyeon’s lips. Seong-hyeon eagerly accepted the kiss, savoring the taste of the man’s cum in his mouth. His hole, pressed against the floor, twitched and convulsed.
“But we need to be careful for a while. You’re going to grow a womb soon.”
