#30
‘This is a disaster.’
As soon as Taeseong saw the glass wall of the bathroom, he couldn’t help but think that. He had to take turns washing with the promiscuous gay who had a crush on him, and it was all visible glass.
What if the perverted and promiscuous gay Kim Bonoh tries to covet my pure body? No, maybe he would try to appeal with his own naked body.
Taeseong tried hard not to accidentally look at the bathroom while Bonoh was showering. Because of this, Taeseong had to sit blankly in the middle of the bed without even a backrest. He didn’t mind the uncomfortable position to sit with his back to the bathroom. Taeseong desperately hoped that Kim Bonoh would understand his intentions.
One thing he overlooked was that only hearing sounds actually stimulated Taeseong’s imagination more. The damn glass wall had no soundproofing function, so he could vividly hear everything from the sound of water dropping to the shower ball brushing against Bonoh’s skin. Even without looking, the showering process played automatically in his head.
Even when he tried to think of other things, he found himself listening to the sounds coming from the bathroom. Then the sound of water dropping from the shower head suddenly stopped.
Taeseong was relieved that the long period of endurance was finally over. Now Bonoh just had to come out, but it was strangely quiet. As the silence dragged on, Taeseong’s back stiffened with tension.
“Hey, Taeseong.”
At the sudden call of his name, Taeseong reflexively turned around and realized that all his efforts had been in vain. Naked Bonoh was calling for Taeseong with the bathroom door slightly open. If he had showered with hot water, steam would have fogged up the glass and made it at least blurry, but since he apparently showered with cold water, the glass wall was showing Bonoh’s body without any filter.
Taeseong was in no different situation than Orpheus, who went to the underworld to find his wife Eurydice, who had died from a snake bite. Just like him, who lost his wife by looking back with one step remaining, Taeseong had also carelessly looked back at the last moment.
This certainly wasn’t the first time Taeseong had faced Bonoh’s nudity. However, perhaps because of the subtle tension that had been circulating between the two since they entered the hotel room together, or perhaps because it had been too long since he’d seen it, the visual impact was quite significant.
Water droplets falling from wet hair, slightly frowning eyes, and both cheeks flushed red from just washing looked sensual. Thanks to the cold shower, both nipples stood erect. It was quite regrettable that his sides had become lean from not being able to drink recently and spending time on summer courses, but his pale thighs still looked soft.
Seeing the soft-looking flesh between those pale thighs, Taeseong felt strength enter his lower abdomen. Seeing Bonoh’s cock hanging limply from not being erect reminded him of when Bonoh had ejaculated in his hands.
Why is this happening?
Taeseong couldn’t understand why he was getting erect. Was I this weak to stimulation? This was all because of the perverted Kim Bonoh.
Taeseong suddenly thought that Bonoh’s next words might be a confession. Would he really confess while naked? …Kim Bonoh might do that. He knew too well that his body was stimulating, so he might be targeting this moment.
With unknown tension making his mouth completely dry, Taeseong licked his lips with his tongue.
“…Why did you call me?”
“Huh? Oh, I called to tell you not to look back. There’s no towel here.”
Taeseong somehow felt deflated. He was even disappointed. Disappointed that Kim Bonoh didn’t confess? A sudden question arose, but he quickly found a reasonable explanation. If he didn’t confess, he couldn’t reject him, so that must be why he felt regretful.
With his gaze fixed on the floor, he brought a towel and bathrobe to Bonoh. He walked awkwardly, worried that his cock, which wasn’t fully erect but had some firmness, might be noticed. Taeseong turned his body to the opposite side and only extended the hand holding the towel and bathrobe toward Bonoh.
“Ah, thanks.”
As Bonoh took the bathrobe, their fingertips brushed. The moment moisture touched his hand, Taeseong’s cock became fully erect. Taeseong swallowed an irritated sigh at his lower body that was out of control today. At least it was fortunate that he had his body turned to the opposite side.
As soon as Bonoh came out, Taeseong quickly entered the bathroom. After taking off the shirt he was wearing, he was about to undo his buckle when he became conscious of the fact that the inside of the bathroom was visible from outside. Looking back, Bonoh was leaning against the bed headboard. He wasn’t facing the bathroom directly, but he wasn’t turning his back either, so everything would be visible if he just turned his head.
First, let me turn on hot water and do something about this damn glass wall. Taeseong, who was troubled that Bonoh might notice his erection, started turning on hot water with only his upper body undressed and pants still on. Not knowing that his efforts to cover up the awkward situation might actually draw Bonoh’s attention.
Bonoh, who was sitting against the bed headboard wearing a robe, had intended not to look toward the bathroom to be considerate of the embarrassed Taeseong. Until Taeseong turned on the shower while still wearing pants.
Is he trying to shower without taking off his pants? If he doesn’t want to show his naked body, he could just skip showering for today! Bonoh was bewildered but also became curious about why Taeseong was acting so strangely.
All or nothing. Either his dick is made of gold, or it’s only finger-sized. He had tried to pretend not to notice, but now he wanted to confirm what it was either way. His contrarian nature kicked in, and a perverse stubbornness arose to see Taeseong’s naked body no matter what.
Taeseong, who had turned on hot water, finally started taking off his pants. Even though it was filled with humidity and hazy steam, it wasn’t to the extent that Taeseong’s body couldn’t be seen.
Wow, shit… Bonoh couldn’t help but admire seeing Taeseong’s back view. From his back muscles to his waist line and thick thighs, everything was too perfect. His latissimus dorsi was clear under his broad shoulders, and his waist was smooth without an ounce of fat. Even his moderately lifted, firm-looking buttocks. Nothing was lacking.
…But what is he doing right now? His hand movements were subtle for someone showering. The way his hand lingered around his groin area seemed more like he was shaking his own dick rather than washing.
Is he masturbating right now? In this situation? Suddenly? Meanwhile, every time his hand moved, the sight of his shoulder and back muscles rippling was spectacular.
Naturally, Bonoh remembered the day he was jerked off by Taeseong. Even during daily life, memories of that day would suddenly come to mind, making him want to hide in a mouse hole more than once or twice. Bonoh had been secretly bothered that he was the only one who had been exposed.
If he gave Taeseong “some help” now, it seemed like the times he’d writhe in embarrassment over that dark history would decrease. If it wasn’t a one-sided act but something they gave and received once each, wouldn’t that be good for both of them? Taeseong could satisfy his desires and Bonoh himself could escape from that dark history.
Good. Having made up his mind, Bonoh got up from the bed and approached the bathroom.
Taeseong was masturbating to ejaculate quickly, worried that if he turned on cold water to cool his body heat, the steam that had barely filled the bathroom would disappear. Even singing the national anthem a hundred times didn’t seem like it would easily subside.
While hurriedly masturbating to finish quickly before Bonoh noticed something strange, the bathroom door suddenly opened.
“Wh-what?”
As Bonoh entered the bathroom, Taeseong was rarely flustered. Regardless, Bonoh strode right toward Taeseong.
“To help you.”
“Wh-what are you helping with? Why aren’t you leaving quickly?”
Taeseong tried to cover his body. However, Bonoh didn’t care. He turned off the faucet and turned around Taeseong, who had his back to him.
Bonoh, who had become awkward when he was about to grab another man’s dick, gasped when he saw Taeseong’s cock.
Crazy bastard. He was carrying something more than gold. With a bit of exaggeration, in both length and thickness, it was almost like a collapsible 3-section umbrella. How does he even wear pants?
Taeseong’s cock was standing erect. What on earth had caused that? Did he see some sexy noona at the beach earlier?
Bonoh, who was momentarily stunned, remembered his purpose for entering the bathroom, squeezed his eyes shut, and grasped Taeseong’s cock in his hand.
“…Ugh.”
As strength entered his lower abdomen, Taeseong’s cock twitched in his hand. Whether it was his imagination or not, it suddenly seemed to get bigger. He didn’t know if he was doing well, but judging from Taeseong’s reaction, it didn’t seem bad.
Bonoh began stroking the shaft in his hand up and down. When he rubbed the split part at the tip of the glans with his thumb, Taeseong’s suppressed moan leaked out. Taeseong was already wet. When he spread the slippery precum on the shaft, it became easier.
Since the length was so long, the range of movement when stroking from the base to the tip was extraordinary. Bonoh glanced sideways at his own groin hidden by the bathrobe, then turned his gaze back to Taeseong’s cock.
‘Bastard… he’s a man.’
I’m not one to be outdone anywhere either. But would he feel good even when a man like me is stroking him?
Bonoh had such thoughts, forgetting that he himself had come in Taeseong’s hands. However, as soon as he raised his head, his doubts were immediately resolved.
Taeseong was breathing heavily with a flushed face. His downcast eyes were hazy, and excitement had settled on his usually pale cheeks, making them flushed. Only then did Bonoh become embarrassed. He belatedly became conscious of what he was doing.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
