The sound of sucking the penis like a popsicle began. It overlapped with the sound of firewood burning in the fireplace. Two completely different kinds of noise formed a strange harmony.
Seonwoo contracted his mouth and wrapped his palm around the part he couldn’t swallow completely. The more the wet sucking sounds continued, the more saliva flowed down the penis.
When he stimulated the entire penis after thoroughly wetting his palm, Taejeong’s thighs trembled. Seeing signs that Taejeong was about to ejaculate, Seonwoo took the penis deep enough to touch his throat, then pulled his body back the moment Taejeong jerked greatly.
Holding just enough that the upper part caught on his lips, he held his breath. Sticky semen poured into his mouth. It was still a sensation he couldn’t get used to, but it was much better than when it poured deep into his throat.
When his mouth was full, Seonwoo slowly pulled out the penis. Perhaps ejaculation wasn’t finished yet, as Taejeong gripped Seonwoo’s shoulder and poured out the remaining semen.
Some splattered on one cheek, but Seonwoo didn’t care and spread his palm below his chin. When he opened his mouth wide going “hah,” semen mixed with saliva dripped out.
One hand wasn’t enough as it overflowed outside his palm. Seonwoo brought his hand, soaked with Taejeong’s semen, to his own penis.
Squelching sounds continued from below. Rubbing a few times with the wet hand was better than before. Seonwoo caught his breath and focused on self-pleasure. Then something touched his cheek. It was Taejeong’s hand.
“……”
Looking up, Taejeong was looking at him with those crazed eyes again. He rubbed the cheek where semen had stuck with his finger. It was unclear whether he was wiping off the semen or smearing it.
While the semen was being rubbed on his cheek, Seonwoo held his penis, but it seemed he wouldn’t be able to reach climax by himself. He needed Taejeong’s help. Fortunately or not, Taejeong had already gotten his penis rigidly erect again. If not for the semen dripping from the tip, one wouldn’t have believed he had just ejaculated moments ago.
Rising, Seonwoo searched for an appropriate position and naturally climbed on top of Taejeong. Perhaps because the sensation of their thighs crossing and touching warmly was similar to the dream he’d had in the hospital room, his fine stomach tickled.
A firm palm wrapped around the wet penis. Taejeong’s hand quickly got dirty too. Whether he didn’t feel resistance to his own semen touching him, he moved his hand more actively than before.
Thanks to that, Seonwoo’s penis also showed a reaction. Though not as disgustingly erect as Taejeong’s, which stood touching his stomach, it properly grew in volume and the tip pointed upward.
Just a little more like this, just a little more, and then he could get there. His body was heating up but he couldn’t easily reach climax. Something was lacking.
“……”
Seonwoo, who had been blankly looking up at the ceiling, suddenly lifted his top. And bit the clothing in his mouth. His bare skin was fully exposed. Below the shirt positioned just so, his small nipples were barely visible.
Seonwoo brought Taejeong’s palm to his slender stomach. He overlapped his own hand on top and pressed down firmly.
“Touch me……”
“Wha, what……”
Taejeong’s face turned bright red and he even stammered. You crazy bastard, has this guy really lost his mind. Words condemning Seonwoo only circled in his throat.
Whether Taejeong was flustered or not, Seonwoo moved his hands as desire dictated. Though they were both just hands attached to human bodies, the feeling was completely different from touching himself.
Five thick-jointed fingers each moved in different directions, sliding. Even the slightest brush of blunt fingernails against his stomach skin made his lower abdomen tense up involuntarily.
Before long, Seonwoo had his penis rigidly erect like Taejeong’s and was bucking his hips. The only stimulation touching his body was the palm caressing his stomach. He hadn’t even touched his penis, yet it twitched as if about to ejaculate at any moment.
The moment a thrilling sensation traveled down his spine, Seonwoo pulled Taejeong’s head into an embrace. Fluffy clumps of hair touched his entire stomach. Seonwoo’s eyes narrowed.
“Ungh……”
Seonwoo bent his upper body and made a groaning sound. His waist with bare skin fully exposed, his small buttocks that Taejeong could grasp completely with one hand and have room to spare, trembled.
Semen splattered onto Taejeong, who had ended up pressed close in the confusion. Semen that splattered on his protruding Adam’s apple dripped down. Some soaked into his clothes and the rest endlessly flowed down Taejeong’s skin.
“Huu……”
“……”
While Seonwoo felt the afterglow of ejaculation, Taejeong had one cheek pressed against the soft stomach, clenching his teeth. His jaw with prominent muscles trembled.
Seonwoo, drained of strength, swayed. His body, having lost its center, fell backward. Before his head could hit the floor, Taejeong reached out one beat faster.
Taejeong, who wrapped one arm around his lower back, lifted Seonwoo up. He turned directions and switched places with him. The soft sofa back touched Seonwoo’s back.
His mind hazy, Seonwoo didn’t realize he was spreading his legs wide with his penis fully exposed. He was only satisfied with the sensation of his body becoming languid thanks to having just ejaculated.
But Taejeong didn’t seem to be the same. Just looking at his chest rising and falling rapidly with semen on it showed that far from the heat subsiding, it was rising again.
Seonwoo stared blankly at the semen splattered on the shoulder brace, then lowered his gaze. The disgustingly twitching penis was right before his eyes.
“……Want me to suck it more?”
“……”
Though looking with eyes dripping with desire, Taejeong hesitated. Seonwoo caught his breath for a moment and raised his slumped body.
Still perched on the sofa, he stretched out both arms and embraced Taejeong’s waist. It felt like his body would sink down like waterlogged cotton if he didn’t support himself with something.
He took the penis glistening with semen into his mouth. An unpleasantly fishy taste lingered in his mouth. Seonwoo held his breath and exhaled intermittently to suppress the urge to gag.
He couldn’t even suck on the cock properly like before. The moment he took it in his mouth, Taejeong thrust his hips. As the cock entered deep without warning, Seonwoo instinctively changed the angle of his face.
It was to avoid hitting his palate, but that only made the penetration deeper. It slid smoothly deep into his throat without any resistance.
With a gurgling sound, the upper part of Seonwoo’s throat bulged out. Unaware of this, Taejeong shook his hips like a beast in heat.
The brutally large cock repeatedly entered and withdrew from the inner mucous membrane of his throat. Squelch, squelch—sounds too obscene to be coming from inside his throat continued without end.
He couldn’t even breathe through his mouth. Seonwoo instinctively breathed through his nose to maintain consciousness. His hands, which had been gripping Taejeong’s waist to support himself, were now scratching at Taejeong’s back.
Whether Taejeong couldn’t feel the pain or whether even that became a stimulus, he thrust his hips up brutally while letting out heated breaths.
His jaw ached from stretching his mouth to its limit. Every time the cock pulled out and slammed back into his throat, his entire head rang. Physiological tears wet Seonwoo’s cheeks. Tear tracks formed over the already dried white semen.
His hands, which had been wildly scratching at Taejeong’s back, had weakly come down and were barely clinging to Taejeong’s thighs. His nose, which had bumped against that firm abdomen countless times, didn’t even hurt anymore.
The fellatio—whether it was sex or pseudo-sexual activity—ended just before Seonwoo passed out. When Taejeong finally trembled and ejaculated, Seonwoo’s eyes were already half-closed.
This time he didn’t need the semen, so he took it deep in his throat. Without even a chance to spit it out, he instantly swallowed it and let it flow down into his stomach. The gulping sounds continued for quite a while.
When the cock that had been deep in his throat was pulled out all at once, a transparent liquid—whether semen or saliva—stretched out long. Just as his body was about to collapse below the sofa, Taejeong supported him.
Seonwoo, mistaking his fading consciousness from oxygen deprivation for sleepiness, spoke with a satisfied face.
“Hey…”
His voice was terribly hoarse. Tears were smeared around his eyes where faint dark circles had formed. Semen he hadn’t managed to swallow was flowing from the corner of his mouth. With his eyes half-closed, Seonwoo smiled—a smile that didn’t match his wretched appearance.
“Let’s do it again tomorrow…”
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The same day repeated itself like a hamster wheel. When he opened his eyes in the morning, he headed to the hospital. After checking on his mother’s condition, which was no different from yesterday, he settled into a corner of the hospital room.
