Dicksickness
Age twenty-nine in my life. It was an accident.
Honestly, what kind of accident is it for guys to see each other’s dicks, but still, it was an accident. Because after that incident, my life has been falling into ruin.
The beginning wasn’t much. One of the only five colleagues working at headquarters declared they were quitting, and under the pretext of a farewell party, a party broke out where someone drank themselves to death.
Drinking and drinking more. The first round became the second round, and the second round naturally became the third round. In the end, the first to drop was the colleague whose resignation wasn’t far off.
Even though the star of the drinking party went home, someone—honestly, to confess, it was me—whined that it was too bad to part like this. Because I clung on so much, we ended up swarming over to Seo Heejin’s place, the youngest among us, which was fine up to that point.
“Yunwoo hyung.”
A gentle voice came from behind me.
“Ah, what.”
It was just the timing when I was about to clink glasses with Hyungtae, so I answered roughly without even looking back. I should’ve not answered then.
“Yunwoo hyung, help me out a bit.”
“Ah, so what is it.”
“Go to the closet and bring me any clothes for Kihun hyung to wear and some for me to wear.”
Wow, is that guy an angel? I finally turned to look toward the bathroom with respect in my heart. Through the bathroom door that was slightly open, hands whiter and longer than a woman’s were waving around.
Song Kihun. From the third round, I thought he was repeating the same nonsense again, but as soon as we arrived at Seo Heejin’s place, he wobbled his body around and then headed straight for the bathroom.
Thinking we’d be kicked out without getting another drink, Hyungtae and I looked at the homeowner with pale faces, but the homeowner himself said with a worried expression that Kihun hyung seemed to have pushed himself pretty hard today.
Not only that, but while others were having a drinking party at his place, he alone handled the cleanup in the bathroom, and judging by the sound of water pouring down, he seemed to have washed him too. In the middle of it, there was a short scream of “Ack!” so it seemed Song Ki had shown Seo Heejin a second round fountain show.
Song Ki is Song Kihun
If it were me, I would’ve left him in the bathroom from the start to suffocate in vomit or not, then when he sobered up, threatened him to clean everything up and leave. I got goosebumps at Seo Heejin’s excessive kindness.
However, since I was guilty of whining that it was too bad to part like this, I had no choice but to get up from my seat. Seo Heejin must have known I couldn’t refuse and specifically called on me instead of Hyungtae.
“Where’s the closet?”
“It’s the room right in front of the entrance.”
Why would a fresh graduate live alone in a three-room apartment when they don’t have money?
Suppressing the jealousy bubbling up, I grabbed two tops and two bottoms at random from the neatly organized closet. True to Seo Heejin’s neat personality, it was full of achromatic clothes, so I didn’t even think about choosing colors.
Knock knock.
My knocking on the bathroom door was an action 10 seconds before the accident happened. Click, the door opened.
And.
I came face to face with ‘it.’
Big Magnum.
Obviously, it wasn’t even erect… to be precise, Seo Heejin’s dick in its non-enlarged state was the biggest size I’d ever seen in my life. Gulp, the sound of dry saliva being swallowed echoed loudly in my ears through my parched throat.
How should I compare this? If an average guy’s normal state dick is a 190ml business-use cola can, Seo Heejin’s looked like a 500ml beer can.
Even though there was a lot of exaggeration added, anyway, it meant it was a shockingly large size. To think there was a horse dick you’d only see in porn right next to me. No, is that size even possible without being erect?
“Yunwoo hyung?”
Until a puzzled voice called me, I could only stand still in front of the bathroom door like a broken robot.
“Huh? Uh… here.”
Even the hand handing over the clothes moved awkwardly with creaking sounds, and I stood there in a daze, unable to come to my senses until the bathroom door closed again with a thud. Fuck, is that really possible?
“How’s Song Ki doing?”
Even after returning to the drinking table, my mind was in a daze. Song Ki? Song Kihun? How would I know how that bastard’s doing? The only thing I remember is the beer can.
“Don’t know. Didn’t see.”
“He was totally wasted though.”
Even through Hyungtae’s giggling laughter, only Seo Heejin’s dick I’d just seen floated around in my head.
Ah, of course, if I were a normal guy in his twenties, I would’ve made a fuss and spread rumors as soon as I came back. That Seo Heejin’s dick is fucking huge.
However, unfortunately, I liked dicks too much to pull off a hetero cosplay nonchalantly in front of that unrealistic horse dick. Dick was something I couldn’t get enough of. Because I’m gay, and a bottom at that.
This was a foul. Who would imagine that a beer can was attached to that pale and frail-looking body? Not viewing company people as ‘that kind’ of target was a basic rule among basics, but Seo Heejin was even more outside the scope.
My type was muscular, bronze-skinned macho style. Tall like a beanpole with a pretty face that didn’t match, the so-called idol look—I wouldn’t take it even if given. In the first place, those guys were naturally bottoms rather than tops, and even if they happened to be tops, they felt like being held by a woman, so my dick didn’t react.
However, there was something in this world that transcended preferences.
“I left Kihun hyung on the sofa.”
“Good job. You worked hard. Have a drink.”
Hyungtae poured the mug full of soju for Seo Heejin. The big dick I saw earlier floated up above that transparent liquid, and I shook my head.
“Crazy. Are you drunk too?”
“No.”
“Your face is all red, man.”
“I said no!”
Yelling was an overreaction. And Seo Heejin’s hand coming to touch my forehead just because I yelled a bit was also an overreaction. Startled by the white hand that suddenly touched me, I slapped it away with a smack.
“What are you doing?”
He could’ve said it hurt, but Seo Heejin shrugged his shoulders and sat back down as if it didn’t affect him much.
“Yunwoo hyung usually turns pale when drunk. Since you were red, I thought you might have a fever.”
Seo Heejin’s big eyes curved prettily. That bastard, that… he’s going to get in trouble someday because of that eye smile. Even though irritation came flooding in, every time our eyes met, the beer can came to mind, making it hard to get angry.
“Phew…”
Not feeling like drinking more in this state, I let out an exaggerated sigh and got up from my seat. I had to go home before my alcohol-soaked body caused an irreversible accident like a coming out.
“I’m leaving. You two drink.”
“What!?”
Hyungtae looked at me with an incredulous face. ‘Crazy bastard, you’re the one who wanted to drink more, that’s why we came here,’ blame appeared in Hyungtae’s eyes.
Of course, I felt sorry for Hyungtae, but I absolutely couldn’t look straight at Seo Heejin, who was looking at me with bright eyes, and drink. I wanted to yell out loud asking what to do when just looking at his face made me think of his dick, but I held it in and trudged to the entrance and squatted down to put on my shoes when—
“Yunwoo hyung.”
At the voice from behind, my head reflexively turned.
“Ah, shit…”
Because I was sitting down, as soon as I turned around, I came face to face with the space between Seo Heejin’s legs.
Seo Heejin’s dick, which must have been neatly packed inside the gray sweatpants, was bulging, showing off its size.
There’s no way he’d be erect in this situation. I could newly realize that comparing it to a beer can earlier was by no means a mistake.
“If you don’t feel well, sleep over, hyung.”
Ah, please. Don’t say sweet things when I’m thinking about dicks. I couldn’t keep staring at someone’s crotch like this, so I quickly stood up.
I felt like I could only think normally if I hurried home and shoved a dildo or whatever into my hole and jerked off.
“No. Sorry for leaving first.”
I waved with the best smiling face I could muster, but Seo Heejin’s expression was subtle. Please just accept my farewell so I can go home. After waiting until my smiling cheeks were about to spasm, I gave up and lowered my hand.
“Hyung, really sleep over.”
I shook my head enough that it might fall off, filled with sincerity that I didn’t want to, but my desperation didn’t seem to properly reach Seo Heejin.
“I’m worried. Hyung, you’re normally the person who stays until the end of drinking parties.”
The problem was myself who had lived wrongly all this time. Seo Heejin had good reason to worry, since I always ran until I was the last person standing at drinking parties. Who knew alcohol would hold me back like this?
“Home… is comfortable.”
