Chapter 51
“Why isn’t it working…?”
After leaking sticky fluid every morning, it now showed no reaction as if it was broken. Thinking that the two layers of cloth covering his dick might be hindering friction, Eun-hwi untied his pants and pulled them down along with his undergarments.
‘At first, you’re supposed to hold the middle and touch it like this.’
He cupped his fingers around the middle of the shaft. As he slowly moved his hand back and forth, he found it uncomfortable to check below while lying down, so he sat up properly.
Perhaps because the dick were still soft, the feeling of flesh in his palm was strangely different from before. A look of confusion appeared on the half-dokkaebi’s face.
“…Do I need to keep rubbing it?”
How could he make it feel good like yesterday?
He took off even the pants hanging on his knees and focused on the act in earnest. He vigorously moved his hand up and down, but the still soft dick didn’t budge, as if mocking Eun-hwi.
He felt no tightening sensation in his groin, just frustration. It seemed like it wasn’t working because he wasn’t uncircumcised like Yeo Moon-beom.
Forgetting Moon-beom’s advice about needing to pull back the foreskin when it gets bigger, Eun-hwi rashly pulled the foreskin down.
“Ow…!”
Forcibly pulling it down caused pain as if tearing flesh, let alone exposing the glans.
He felt a bit stubborn. But he gave up trying, fearing that carelessly peeling off the tightly covering skin might lead to unmanageable consequences.
The pride he felt thinking he had finally become an adult deflated. More than the unbearable pain in his dick, he felt frustrated that he was still a kid who couldn’t even do this alone.
The half-dokkaebi bit his lip and swallowed his tears. Just as a teardrop was about to fall from his trembling eyelids lined with long, thin lashes,
“I didn’t expect you to be enjoying yourself already.”
The sliding door opened with a clatter, and a large figure appeared in Eun-hwi’s blurry vision.
“Yeo Moon-beom…”
With a slightly crooked smile, Moon-beom approached and asked teasingly, fixing his gaze on the widely spread groin:
“Were you having a good time before I interrupted? Looks like it wilted before you even finished.”
Annoyed by the comment about wilting, Eun-hwi stopped crying and wrinkled his nose. He felt upset at how pathetic he must look.
However, he couldn’t take out his frustration on an innocent person just because he failed at masturbating.
The half-dokkaebi barely swallowed a sigh trying to escape his lips. After taking a moment to steady his breathing, he looked at Moon-beom, who was staring intently, and confessed the truth.
“It only hurt and didn’t feel good at all… What should I do? I think something’s really wrong with my dick. The skin won’t even peel back.”
“You tried to peel it back by yourself?”
“I wanted it to be like your dick… Did I touch it wrong and make it like this?”
He feared that this time it might have truly become diseased and unable to function properly. Eun-hwi, tears welling up again, grabbed his limp dick and showed it to Moon-beom.
“Well. I wonder why. It doesn’t seem like you touched it wrong.”
“What should I do? If it’s really sick this time…”
“It’s not, definitely not that.”
Moon-beom put down the pouch and towel he was holding and sat down with his arms crossed. Then, with an utterly serious expression, he looked at Eun-hwi and said:
“Show me how you touched it.”
“…Right now?”
“I need to see a demonstration to figure out what the problem is, don’t I?”
“Umm. Okay.”
His lips went dry from unnecessary tension. Eun-hwi gulped down his saliva and spread his knees as wide as possible so his dick were clearly visible.
“Umm… Ugh…”
Moon-beom fixed his gaze on the smooth dick without a single hair. Aware of the persistent stare, Eun-hwi fiddled with the front just as Moon-beom had done for him yesterday. Without any pre-cum, the dry flesh pushed up and down stiffly in his small palm.
“See? It only hurts and doesn’t get bigger at all. The skin won’t peel back either…”
“It’s not supposed to peel back before you’re erect. I told you to watch and learn carefully, but you missed the important part?”
Seeing no sign of the dick getting erect, Moon-beom unfolded his arms and patted his crossed thighs.
“Come sit here. I’ll teach you how to masturbate again.”
“…Okay.”
Eun-hwi tried to lean his back against Moon-beom’s chest as if watching TV, but Moon-beom specifically made him sit on his thighs. The firm, muscular body with a strong mint scent enveloped Eun-hwi completely. Somehow, the body temperature felt hotter than usual, covering the half-dokkaebi.
“This must be heavy for you…”
“It’s not heavy. You’re light.”
As Eun-hwi fidgeted while sitting, trying not to inconvenience Moon-beom, Moon-beom grabbed his knees and spread them outward to keep him from moving. Unsure where to put his hands, Eun-hwi hesitated before slightly turning his body and grasping Moon-beom’s open shirt.
Once the position stabilized, Moon-beom gently grasped Eun-hwi’s dick with his left hand and whispered in his ear:
“This time, learn properly. That’s how we move on to the next step.”
“The next step…?”
“Forgot? We agreed to have sex today.”
“Sex? Ah, I didn’t forget.”
“Don’t fall asleep in the middle this time. I’m actually quite looking forward to it.”
The soft, low voice resonating like an echo inside Eun-hwi made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.
“…Ugh.”
As Eun-hwi unconsciously tugged at the shirt in his hand, Moon-beom smiled softly and applied pressure with his fingertips. Perhaps because the pressure felt different, the dick that had been quiet until now began to swell little by little.
“Looks like you’ve finally gotten serious.”
The thick, rough fingers calloused from work scratched at the tip. A completely different physical stimulation from when Eun-hwi touched himself rushed to his dick.
“Don’t just squeeze and shake aimlessly. Tighten your hand inwards and rub as if pushing the outer skin, like this.”
Moon-beom demonstrated, pulling and pushing down on the dick with a tapping sound. Soon, a sticky fluid with viscosity flowed out, wetting his fingers.
“Wow… The sticky liquid finally came out.”
Eun-hwi was amazed at how different the hand movements were from his own clumsy and painful attempts. The difference was obvious even at a glance.
“How can you, ungh… do this so well, huff, even though it’s not yours?”
“I might not wear a vagina, but I’m quite skilled with my hands. I didn’t know my talent extended to handling other people’s dicks though.”
Moon-beom let out a pleased laugh, apparently quite happy with his newly discovered ability. The sound tickling Eun-hwi’s ear spread to his chest, creating ripples in concentric circles.
As Eun-hwi’s breathing became rougher, Moon-beom, who had been focusing only on his hand movements, tilted his head to meet Eun-hwi’s eyes and asked quietly:
“What were you thinking about earlier when you touched yourself?”
“I wasn’t, ugh, thinking about anything.”
“You weren’t thinking about me?”
“…Thinking about you?”
Eun-hwi had only thought about the large hand gripping and moving up and down on his own dick, and how the shape of his dick changed with the movements. He hadn’t particularly thought about Moon-beom while touching himself.
Does the dick get bigger if you think about a friend while fondling it?
He had been so focused on stimulating his dick that he hadn’t had the leisure to think about anything else. His sulfur-colored eyes held a questioning look, as if to say, “Do I really need to go that far when just using my hands is already overwhelming?”
Moon-beom, wearing an expression mixed with various emotions for some reason, continued his explanation as if telling Eun-hwi to pay close attention:
“This works better if you set the mood and heighten your emotions rather than just touching it.”
“How do I set the mood?”
“Imagine yourself in a situation so exciting it makes you shiver. For example… like what happened last night?”
“Ah…”
So that’s what he meant.
Thinking about it, his undergarments always got dirty when he dreamed of kissing Moon-beom. He had unconsciously figured out how to make himself feel good.
It seemed that if he thought about the tongue gently invading and stirring inside his mouth, or the hot hands caressing his dick with rough touches like now, his lower part would harden on its own without even touching himself.
It seemed like a really good method, and Eun-hwi was just about to make up his mind to try thinking about Moon-beom next time when Moon-beom muttered in a dejected voice, as if feeling quite disappointed:
“I feel like I could wake up with an erection even in my sleep just thinking about Eun-hwi. I guess it was just me.”
His slightly upturned eyes drooped lifelessly. Seeing Moon-beom’s noticeably gloomy appearance, Eun-hwi immediately protested:
“No, that’s not true. I leak pre-cum even in my sleep when I think about you too.”
“Then why were you limp earlier?”
“That’s because I wasn’t thinking about you at all…”
“See? You’re saying you’re not interested in me at all.”
Before Eun-hwi could finish his sentence, Moon-beom snapped back grumpily and turned his head away sharply. He seemed thoroughly upset.
