#65
Saheon hyung let out a low chuckle. Holding the purple-wrapped condom in both hands, I narrowed my already narrowed eyes in bewilderment.
I had no idea why there was a condom in the car, nor why there was that gel I usually only saw on the bedside table. Only vaguely did I suspect, from the early days of living with Saheon hyung, that these were the items he’d told me never to open in the glove compartment.
“Lift your butt.”
A voice, soft as a whisper, reached my ears. I obeyed, lifting my hips slightly as instructed. A habit ingrained since childhood—always listening to and following hyung’s words.
The already loosened belt and buckle slid down easily. The warm air of the car touched my underwear. My face flushed with the awareness of the strange act we were performing.
“Bend your knees and position yourself next to hyung’s pelvis. That’s right.”
“But, hyung, you said we had to go… to work…”
“Who said that?”
His lips curved into a mischievous grin. My mind was flooded with the realization that I’d been tricked. Saheon hyung slapped my bottom again, this time over my underwear. It wasn’t painful, just loud, but the shame of being spanked like a child brought tears to my eyes.
“I said we had to go right away, not that I had work.”
Liar. A red alarm blared in my head. I seemed to have stumbled into something wrong. Hyung’s hand slowly lowered my underwear. My legs trembled at the uncomfortable feeling of my pants and descending underwear.
“Hyung, hyung, this… this feels wrong…”
I called out to him, a last-ditch effort, but Saheon hyung ignored me, pulling my underwear down until it rested below my curvaceous buttocks. The skin, reddened by his rough touch, felt the air.
“Have you ever used a condom?”
Saheon hyung chuckled softly, taking the purple-wrapped condom from my hand. He placed it in the console box—a treasure chest of debauchery for him—then picked up a pink one.
I couldn’t answer easily. I was momentarily confused; was he asking if *he* had used one on me, or if *I* had ever used one? But he didn’t seem to be waiting for an answer.
Saheon hyung put the pink wrapper in his mouth. Meeting my gaze directly, he held the bottom of the wrapper and slowly began to tear it open. A sharp *zip* echoed loudly in the quiet car. My face burned, as if I’d just witnessed something indecent.
The wrapper, torn open by his mouth, ended up in the space I’d just thought would be perfect for collecting miscellaneous items. He roughly tossed the top part into the space meant for cup holders and pulled out the contents.
I flinched, like I’d been burned. A whitish object emerged from the wrapper, which smelled faintly of strawberries. Intellectually, I knew what it was.
“Like this… you twist the end to remove the air.”
Saheon hyung explained patiently, in a tone like a teacher, the kind our parents always praised. The heat in my flushed face showed no sign of abating.
The very act of doing this in the car, where someone could see us, was incredibly stimulating. My head felt like it might explode.
Saheon hyung took my right hand. I swallowed hard, my Adam’s apple bobbing visibly. I saw the corner of his lips lift slightly.
“Have you ever masturbated anally?”
“…N-no, don’t say that…”
“Then it’s your first time… shall we use two?”
What ‘two’ were, soon became clear. As if putting it on a dick, he slowly slid the condom onto my index and middle fingers, pressed together. The tightness of my fingers was the furthest thing from my mind. My head swam with heat.
I was already breathing heavily. My knees, which had been braced, gave way. But Saheon hyung simply held my shoulders, supporting me so my buttocks were raised.
My dick had been erect for a while now, stimulated by the situation. My back rose and fell with each ragged breath. Our body heat was intense. I could feel hyung’s hand moving from the corner of my eye. He’d pulled out the gel.
The sticky, viscous liquid was now familiar. He lubricated my fingers until they were slippery, then took my right wrist and guided my hand behind me. A shiver ran down my spine at the touch of his fingers on my heated buttocks.
“Hyung… this… this isn’t right…”
The fingers touching my anus were hot. The feeling of the fingers, covered in a thin membrane, was strangely different from usual. I bit my lower lip, gazing at hyung pleadingly, but it didn’t seem to work.
“Cheongmyeong. You’re being punished.”
“…Don’t lie. You just want to do this.”
“You’ve grown up, Lee Cheongmyeong. You can see through me now?”
Saheon hyung chuckled softly, whispering playfully. Knowing I was being played, I glared at him fiercely.
“If you don’t want to do it alone, should I suck it?”
Where he meant to suck was easily understood. Finally, my face crimson, I took a deep breath. My anus involuntarily tightened as his fingers brushed against an area I’d never imagined anything touching.
A soft kiss landed on my cheek. One on my cheek, one on my nose, one on my lips, then he began to explore my mouth. I moaned softly at the pleasurable sensation of his tongue on sensitive spots.
While I was lost in the sweet kiss, Saheon hyung’s left hand slid down my right arm. When he clasped my hand, my shoulders trembled involuntarily.
The wet, almost soggy fingers slipped inside easily with the slightest pressure. My back stiffened at the unfamiliar sensation.
“Ugh… hmm… gasp…”
But the fingers, guided by another’s strength, went all the way in. My breathing quickened. Saheon hyung continued to shower my lips with butterfly kisses, waiting for me to adjust.
Compared to hyung’s dick, the fingers were significantly smaller. But the foreign feeling was amplified. Instead of the usual excitement, I only felt the sensation of something entering me.
His lips pulled away. I shuddered, my shoulders shaking as I rested my forehead against hyung’s shoulder. A warm hand gently stroked the back of my neck.
“So pretty.”
I could smell hyung strongly, from his clothes, from his skin. Gradually calming my breathing from the intense contact, I closed my eyes tightly, instinctively moving my fingers to the area where I usually felt arousal.
It was a place I’d never considered inserting anything. The very fact that my fingers, aside from hyung’s dick, were inside was strange. Even through the thin rubber membrane, I could feel the texture of the inner walls.
It was hot, and wet from the gel. It was a strange sensation in many ways. I bit my lip and rubbed a little deeper. The squelching sound was embarrassing.
“Ugh… ah…”
“Wow.”
Saheon hyung let out a low gasp of admiration. Simultaneously, I felt something elusive brush against my fingertip. I jolted, as if electrocuted. A scream threatened to escape, but it was muffled by my lip.
“Ah! Ugh…”
It was an instantaneous, dazzling pleasure. The inner walls, already aroused, tightened around my finger. Ironically, that sensation seemed to ignite the fuse of my excitement.
It was instinctual. Once the pleasurable sensation began, I gripped hyung’s clothes tightly, wanting to prolong it.
“Ah, ugh, ah, ugh, ah!”
The squelching of the gel inside, my stifled moans, and my hot breath—I was losing my mind.
“Ha, hmm, ah, gasp, hmm…!”
It felt better than masturbating with my dick. I frantically probed the point of no return, yet I was close to climax but couldn’t quite reach it. I threw my head back, trying to cool the burning sensation inside, but it wasn’t enough.
“Ah, ugh, ha, hyung, hyung, I…”
Through the blurry vision caused by physiological tears, I saw hyung’s face. Saheon hyung was staring at me with a tense, anxious expression, his teeth clenched. I squeezed my eyes shut. My aroused inner walls squeezed my finger tightly. Tears streamed down my cheeks.
“Stop, now.”
“Ugh, why…”
My question was swallowed by an impatient kiss. The excitement, incomplete anally, was completed by the kiss. Tongues intertwined, saliva messily staining our mouths. I could hear hyung’s excited breathing. My back leaned back until I was resting against the dashboard.
The pants, awkwardly draped over my legs, were no longer a concern. I heard Saheon hyung fumble several times as he undid his belt. I threw my head back, trying to cool down. The coolness of the window against my scalp reminded me that we were in a car, in an underground parking lot where anyone could come.
But my body, already ablaze with excitement, had pushed that thought far away. The fact that we might be caught made the excitement even more intense.
We weren’t naked, and we were almost fully clothed, but the excessive heat made me feel like the car was running out of oxygen.
Even through the small patches of exposed skin, I could feel the heat of his erect dick. Saheon hyung continued to mutter low curses, his hands frantically reaching for the purple condom and gel. I leaned my arms on the dashboard, supporting my weight, and watched him.
I couldn’t suppress the gasp that escaped me. My other hand, not used for balance, instinctively covered my mouth. The sweet, artificial grape scent mingling with the smell of sweat and arousal wasn’t particularly important.
The studded condom was, literally, studded. The bumpy protrusions on the whitish rubber membrane made it clear this was no ordinary item. I looked at hyung with terrified eyes, but after he finished preparing his dick, he grabbed any condom within reach and hastily put it on my dick.
“…Ah! Slow, ugh!”
The touch of another’s hand on my already erect dick was pure excitement. Saheon hyung continued to curse, frantically applying gel to the condom-covered dick.
“Lift your shirt. Show me your nipples.”
Saheon hyung commanded in a low, gravelly voice. My back arched. Without even thinking about the shame of the command, I gasped for breath and crossed my hands to lift the band of my hoodie.
The heated atmosphere burned my skin. Trying not to breathe too heavily, I looked at hyung with fiery eyes. One corner of his lips curled up.
“Cheongmyeong is all pink. Your cheeks are pink, your hole is pink, and your nipples are pink.”
“No…”
“Hold this in your mouth.”
Cutting me off, Saheon hyung grabbed the band of my hoodie, lifting it higher and putting it in my mouth. The dull fabric filled my mouth. I bit down on the band. I could feel my damp breath wetting the fabric.
He now admired my completely exposed waist, clasping it in his hands. Looking at my waist, held in his large hands, and the lower abdomen that wasn’t fully grasped, he said,
“You’re too skinny. When are you going to gain some weight?”
“I… I don’t know…”
“Yes, yes. Drink lots of milk and grow up, my baby.”
Saheon hyung pulled my waist closer. I felt his erect dick touch my anus. I put my hands on his shoulders and glanced behind me. The bumpy texture against my sensitive, twitching anus was unfamiliar.
Thanks to the earlier stimulation of my anus, his dick entered without difficulty. But that was for him, not for me.
“…Ugh, hmm!”
I thrashed around like a fish on a hook. My vision swam. Saheon hyung’s low, excited breaths polluted my ears. I bit down harder on the fabric, squeezing my eyes shut.
The protrusions of the studded condom rubbed roughly against my inner walls. It was an unbearable stimulation for my already sensitive insides.
My whole body trembled, tears welling in my eyes, but hyung didn’t stop thrusting. I bucked, trying to reject the stimulation that scraped and filled every inch of my sensitive inner walls.
“Ugh, h-h-huh, ugh…!”
The pleasure, which had been heading towards a climax before curving downwards, abruptly changed direction. I bucked repeatedly. My whole body shook with an unbearable pleasure. My mouth, which had been clamped on my hoodie, had been open for a while now. Unrefined moans escaped me.
“Ah, h-huh! No, no, ah, h-ah! Aaah!!”
A wave of pure pleasure crashed over me. I trembled, my mouth slightly open. I felt the rough pubic hair against my entrance. Hyung, as if sighing in relief, let out a low breath, then looked down, a puzzled expression on his face. He chuckled softly, then said teasingly,
“What? You came right away? Haha, you’re really sensitive.”
