HPK 48

The sight of the milky-white fluid clinging to his distinctly reddened lips was extremely obscene. Wooseung himself, however, was too busy exhaling the breath he had been holding to know what he looked like. Every time he took a ragged breath, the semen collected at the corner of his mouth foamed. Taejung popped the bubble with his thumb.

“To call this a skill… hey, you’re getting better and better.”

He chuckled, fondling his penis. The semen that had pooled in his urethra dripped onto the floor, splat, splat.

“Hah, hah.”

As he was catching his breath, looking at the faintly remaining milky-white traces, Taejung tapped his forehead with the back of his hand.

“Ah…!”

His weakened body nearly collapsed backward. He supported himself by placing his hands on the bed.

“Get on your stomach.”

Taejung said, tapping Wooseung’s leg with his foot. As he was slowly turning his body, the condom he had bought today suddenly came to mind. Wooseung’s gaze shifted to Taejung’s penis, which was erect again as if he had never ejaculated.

Taejung repeatedly pulled his penis, which was pressed tightly against his abdomen, down and then let go. Each time, thwump, the penis bounced up. The sight of the penis, glistening with all sorts of bodily fluids, twitching made his insides clench.

“Um… Boss.”

Wooseung, meeting Taejung’s eyes as he glanced down, carefully began to speak.

“I brought something, can I go get it?”

“Brought something?”

Taejung furrowed his brow and stroked his penis from top to bottom. Squish, the messy sound of the fluid being smeared tickled his ear.

“Yes, it’s nothing strange.”

“…”

“I’ll go get it. Just a moment, please.”

Wooseung licked his lower lip once and got up from the bed. He went out to the living room and squatted down next to the sofa. He opened his bag and rummaged through the plastic bag, and the small square box was quickly in his hand. No sooner had he taken it out than a heavy weight settled on his shoulder.

“A condom?”

A languid voice flowed into his ear. Wooseung, startled, turned around. Taejung, who was squatting with his knees bent just like him, was right behind him.

“…Yes. I thought it would be good to use this.”

Taejung reached out and took the condom. He turned it over and over, then tossed it aside without even tearing the plastic.

“It doesn’t fit.”

“Uh… No. I bought a large size.”

Wooseung picked up the condom again and held it out to Taejung. With his index finger, he pointed to the words ‘Large Fit’ written on one side of the packaging.

“Mine’s a double XL.”

Taejung said swaggeringly, resting both arms on his knees.

In all his life, he had never heard of a penis being a double XL. Of course, it was monstrously large, but Wooseung mumbled, “Still, maybe you should try it on…” and fiddled with the box.

Taejung watched the delicate eyelashes that fluttered every time he blinked. His gaze slowly moved down along the spine. The protruding bones were as round as marbles. Seeing that reminded him of the green grape candies he used to often put in his mouth and roll around as a child. Eventually, his eyes went to the plump flesh of his buttocks. Because he was squatting like a child, the curve of his buttocks was clearly visible.

Taejung, without hesitation, brought his hand there. And with his palm facing up, he pushed his middle finger between his buttocks.

“Ah…!”

At the sudden foreign sensation, Wooseung placed his hands on the floor. He almost toppled forward.

“Wai, wait a minute. Nngh!”

“Wow, fuck… You came prepared?”

Another finger entered the tight hole. The feeling of being squeezed tightly was still there, but it was definitely easier to take him in than before. The soft flesh inside was also wet with a viscous fluid. A wide grin spread across Taejung’s lips.

“Nngh, uhh!”

“I can probably put it in right away.”

“Wai, wait, ah…!”

An arm came under his belly, and his body was suddenly lifted up. Taejung stood Wooseung up and had him place his hands on the back of the sofa. Then, he spread his butt cheeks with his thumbs. The hole, already reddened, gaped open, tempting him.

“Haaah…”

Taejung lowered his stiffly erect penis and rubbed it against the hole. When the transparent fluid filled the crevices of the wrinkles and made them glisten, he pushed the head in with force.

“Ah!”

“Hooook…”

The soft flesh quivered violently and then clung tightly to the head. Every time Wooseung twisted his waist, the wrinkles contracted and then relaxed, gripping the penis tenaciously.

“Fuck, ghk… Hey, stop sque, ezing so much.”

Taejung muttered irritably, clenching his teeth. Strangely, it was always like this during the first penetration. The lumpy flesh inside would cling to his penis relentlessly, and an intense pleasure would wash over him, as if he were about to ejaculate at any moment. In fact, it was not just washing over him; it was like a wave crashing, smack, against the back of his head.

“Hooo, hoo.”

Taejung tilted his head back and gasped for breath. Even now, he was barely holding back the urge to ejaculate. Ejaculating as soon as he entered was embarrassing enough to happen just that one time.

“Relax, I said, hooo…”

He controlled his breathing, gripping the thin waist. The blood vessels leading to his abdomen pulsed, and his chest expanded greatly.

“Nng, nngh…”

To endure the sensation of being stretched open so brutally, Wooseung tried his best to relax everything below his waist. The bones on the back of his hands, which were gripping the sofa, protruded. The tips of his nails, which were usually pink, had turned white.

“Fuck, it’s so tight. Hooook…”

Taejung, who had been inserting himself slowly, looked down at his penis, the base of which had not gone in due to their height difference. He stood with his legs spread wider. And then he shoved the rest of his penis in.

“Ack!”

“Th, is fuck…”

Finally, the entire shaft, down to the base, was inside. The completely stretched-out wrinkles trembled, struggling to hold the penis.

“Ah, ah, hng.”

No sooner had the strength left his knees than Taejung wrapped his arms around his lower abdomen and lifted him up. The clearly defined muscles of his forearm squeezed his abdomen, naturally causing his heels to lift. In that state, Taejung thrust his hips upward.

“Ah…!”

“Heuh, ghk.”

The penis ruthlessly tore through the soft flesh, plunging in and out.

“Ah, ah!”

After his shower, just in case, he had applied a little of the body lotion provided on one side of the bathroom to his rear. The situation of spreading his buttocks and applying body lotion to the wrinkles was extremely miserable, but he had no choice. Taejung was always in a hurry to put his penis in without ever preparing him.

The stickily melted lotion and the fluid that had dribbled out from Taejung’s penis mixed together, soaking his insides. It did not hurt as much as the first time, but apart from the pain, the pressure was immense.

“Hah, hah…”

“Ah, hoot!”

He would pull his penis out until the head caught, then thrust it in all at once. The sensation of his delicate insides being battered was something he just could not get used to. Wooseung, with his head dropped low, swayed helplessly. Whenever his heels were about to touch the floor, Taejung would tighten his arms and pull his body up.

“Heuh, hahk…!”

Taejung, who had been thrusting his hips powerfully enough to make his buttocks dimple, grimaced with a heavy groan. With his penis buried to the hilt, he slowly rotated his hips. He lifted the arm wrapped around his lower abdomen again, and then, a thought suddenly struck him, and he lowered his gaze.

“Nngh… Ah-hng.”

As he slowly pulled out his penis, the fluid that had pooled inside dripped down, splat, splat. He rubbed his penis, which had bounced up, thwump, and with his free hand, he grabbed Wooseung’s arm.

“Ah!”

He swung around the armrest and plopped down on the sofa. Then he sat Wooseung on his lap.

“Do it like you did that time.”

Wooseung, who had been constantly twitching his buttocks because of his throbbing rear, furrowed his brow slightly. He looked like he did not know what he was talking about.

“You sucked on my chest.”

“…Hnng, I, did?”

Seeing his blank face, as if he were hearing it for the first time, was unbelievable. When had he caressed his nipple from below as if touching a woman’s breast, and now, even if he was drunk, that kind of habit must have come from something he usually did, yet here he was, acting all innocent.

“Do what you did in the private room.”

“…”

“What. Can’t you do it now that the stage is set for you?”

Wooseung did not know what he was talking about. But when he told him to do what he did in the private room, he vaguely remembered. No, rather than remembering, he understood what he was talking about. In the private room, there were often customers who wanted to be touched, even if just with a hand, and Wooseung was in no position to refuse. It seemed Taejung was probably talking about that.

“Ah, hurry up.”

Taejung urged him on, bouncing his thigh. The thin body swayed, and he finally managed to steady himself by grabbing Taejung’s shoulder.

“…”

In the end, he slowly raised his hands as requested. He carefully brushed back the still-damp, disheveled hair with his fingers. The exposed forehead was handsome. Taejung’s eyebrow twitched, then formed a sharp arch. His eyes moved up and stared intently at Wooseung.

Wooseung, with his hands on the broad shoulders, lowered his head. His lips touched the end of the masculine eyebrow. Mwah, a ticklish sound was made.

The kisses did not stop there. They slowly traced down the line of his face, lightly touching the corner of his eye, the bridge of his nose, and his cheek before pulling away. Taejung, who was a little flustered by the unfamiliar contact, soon waited with pleasure for the trajectory he would draw. Wooseung, who had been slowly moving his lips, suddenly hesitated.

Next was the lips…

He did not know whether he should just skip this part or do as he had been, so in the end, he pulled his body back a little and asked.

“Can I… do it on your lips?”

The distance was close, so his own reflection in Taejung’s eyes was very clear. He waited for an answer, uncomfortably facing his own face, which some called stupid and others called innocent.

Taejung’s expression was subtle. As always, it was difficult to read his thoughts. Wooseung, who wondered if this was such a difficult question to ponder, bit his lower lip and chewed on it in the suddenly serious atmosphere. He put strength into the hands that were gripping his shoulders and slowly pulled his body away.

It was then.

“Ah…!”

A large hand covered the nape of his neck, and in an instant, his mouth was sealed shut.