HPK 59

Taejung pulled his hips back and then, pow, thrusted, while stroking the penis he held in his hand up and down.

“Haeu, ah!”

Wooseung squeezed his eyes shut and let out a sigh-filled moan.

“I fucking, even received the watch, so haah, you have to earn your keep.”

“Heuu, eut, eugh!”

Perhaps because it wasn’t menacingly shaped, it was surprisingly enjoyable to touch. Overall, it was smooth, the head was soft, and it even fit perfectly in one hand.

He did not think of it as foreplay. It was just that Wooseung’s reaction was interesting, and he liked that the sensation of the insides became even sweeter. With a smile on his lips, Taejung did not take his eyes off Wooseung.

Splat, splat. The sticky fluid was crushed and splattered everywhere, and soon even his own lower abdomen was soaked. The semen he had shot inside and the fluid that had been dripping from his penis mixed together, creating a thick foam at their point of connection. The hole, with its wrinkles smoothed out from swallowing the penis, and the milky white fluid foaming and flowing from between it.

“Ah, fuck… keut.”

Taejung clenched his teeth at the sudden surge of sexual pleasure. At the same time, his hand tightened, and Wooseung thrashed his hips wildly, pulling at his wrist to make him let go. His strength was so pathetic it was laughable. Was that why? His skin tingled and the back of his eyeballs throbbed painfully.

“Heok, heok…”

“Ah, ah, wai, t, hut!”

The more violent his thrusts became, the more it sounded like he was being struck by a fist. The thin body undulated greatly up and down, and his limp legs dangled and swayed in the air.

“…Heok, keuk!”

“Aah!”

Thrusting his penis to the point where the insides narrowed and bent, Taejung finally came. Squeeze squeeze, the inner flesh tightened, squeezing out the semen to the very last drop. There was so much of it that it even dripped down the shaft and flowed outside. The tickling sensation sent a shiver down his spine.

“Haeu…”

“Haah, haah…”

As their breaths mingled, the air in the bedroom became thick and humid.

The afterglow of his climax had not yet faded, and his penis was still twitching, pressing firmly against the insides. Taejung tilted his head back, then lowered it, letting out his remaining breath, “Hoo…”

“You came.”

Taejung let go of the penis, which had gone soft as his erection subsided, and held out his hand in front of Wooseung as if to show him. Web-like semen stretched long between his fingers.

Wooseung, who had been panting with his thin chest heaving, bit his lip and glared fiercely.

“…I told you, heu, not to.”

Taejung looked at the other person’s semen on his hand with a curious expression. Even though it was the first time he had ever experienced something like this, he felt strangely good. He deliberately pressed his fingers together and then pulled them apart, watching the sticky semen stretch. The sight of Wooseung’s face crumbling in misery only added to his amusement.

“You don’t masturbate?”

“…”

“It’s fucking thick.”

Wooseung did not answer and slowly backed away, propping himself up on the bedding. A shiver ran down his spine at the unpleasant feeling of the massive, club-like penis slowly sliding out from inside him. The sensation of his stomach feeling empty also contributed to it.

Thump. The penis, which had not lost its erection even after he came, bounced up. Only then did Wooseung release the tension that had been gripping his entire body. He was about to curl up like a shrimp and get off the bed.

“…Ah!”

A penis pushed deep inside him from below. His curled-up body trembled in surprise at the sudden penetration. Wooseung urgently looked at Taejung and pushed against his lower abdomen. Then Taejung, as if to show him, thrust his penis in even deeper.

“Ah!”

“Let’s go one more time.”

“N-no. We’ve, we’ve done it a lot.”

The abdomen he touched with his fingertips was filled with hard muscles and felt like it would never be pushed back. Its stiffness, which was almost grotesque, frightened Wooseung.

“Ah, why. I’ll make you come again.”

“No. I’m fi—, haeu!”

“…Ah, fuck. Hey, stop sque, ezing.”

His stomach ached because the penis had been thrust all the way in at once without any foreplay. Taejung’s penis was not only thick but also well above average in length, so when he thrust it in all the way to the base like this, his stomach would throb. Even as he clutched his lower abdomen and trembled, Taejung did not stop his merciless thrusting.

“Fuck, heok, heok…”

“Ah, ahh, ah!”

Taejung lay completely on top of him and placed his elbows next to Wooseung’s face. In that position, he continued his aggressive thrusting. Through his sweat-drenched hair, he could see his flushed ears. They were small ears, just like his small face.

Suddenly, he felt an urge to bite. Without hesitation, Taejung took the plump earlobe into his mouth.

“Ack!”

When he bit down hard enough to make him scream, Wooseung flailed and hit Taejung wildly.

“It hur, ts, ah, ah!”

He rubbed the spot where he had left a bite mark with his tongue, then thrust his tongue into the ear canal. Perhaps because he hated the squelching sound, Wooseung finally burst into tears.

“Ah, fuck, you’re squeezing…”

Taejung frowned as he listened to the sweet-sounding sobs. He just could not stop laughing.

♡

Taejung placed the watch next to the displayed ten thousand won as if to show it off. It was on the most visible shelf in the bookshelf located in the study. The sculpture that had originally been there had been put away somewhere long ago. He made Wooseung stand in front of it and had sex with him. He shot out thick semen while thoroughly enjoying the sight of Wooseung, who couldn’t even properly hold onto the bookshelf for fear of dropping the items.

“Ah…”

Wooseung squatted down, hugging the shower head. The sensation of semen pouring out in clumps was something he could never get used to. He reached his hand down and carefully stroked the wrinkles. Flinch. He quickly pulled his hand away, startled by his own lower body clenching.

The semen being washed away by the water had a faint pinkish hue. The pain, like he had been punched in the stomach, was not a delusion. Wooseung rubbed his stinging, raw eyes with his hands and then slowly stood up. He hung up the shower head and turned off the faucet. He was squeezing body wash into his palm when the door burst open. Startled, he jumped back.

“What do you want to eat? I’m ordering pizza.”

“Uh… I’m fine with anything.”

He answered cautiously, covering the area around his pounding heart with his palm. Taejung, who was staring at him fixedly, smirked.

“I’m not interested in your tits.”

And he slammed the door shut.

“…”

He was so dumbfounded that he couldn’t even sigh. For someone who said he wasn’t interested, he would grab and pull away his arms whenever he tried to cover his body a little. He would scratch his nipples hard and deliberately pinch them.

His words and actions were completely separate, and his mood swings were terribly severe. He was a person who was utterly difficult to please.

Wooseung looked at the closed bathroom door, then finished squeezing body wash into his hand. He deliberately squeezed it more than five times when twice would have been enough. After doing that, he felt a little better.

Just like that day, Wooseung sat on the floor below the sofa, and Taejung sat on the sofa. On the table, two boxes of pizza ordered by Taejung were wide open, emitting a delicious smell. The sight and smell naturally stimulated his hunger.

However, apart from his physiological hunger, if he had his way, he really just wanted to go home. He wanted to call Hyojun and ask him what the ‘errand’ was, and he wanted to lay his tired body down on his own comfortable, albeit always damp, bedding. But Taejung had, as if it were a matter of course, ordered a portion of pizza for him as well. It seemed like he would have to eat at least one slice to be able to go home without feeling awkward.

The pizza, topped with shrimp and large pieces of steak, was warm. When he took a slice, the cheese stretched out long. The crust was thin, so it went down easily without feeling heavy, even though it was late at night. In the time it took Wooseung to eat two slices, Taejung had devoured five in an instant. It was something he felt every time he saw him, but he had a big appetite, just like Hyojun.

[In Mr. A’s workplace and rectum and other internal organs, drug substances wrapped in vinyl were… a significant number of them were in a burst state… However, no drug components were detected in Mr. A’s hair.]

On the TV, the news he had seen in the waiting room a while ago was playing. Wooseung sucked the tomato sauce off his index finger and focused on the announcer’s voice.

[The police plan to investigate whether there are any accomplices or distributors as soon as the results of the component analysis from the National Forensic Service are available.]

He had thought he must be a serious drug addict because he had smuggled drugs hidden in his body, but it was surprising that no drug components were detected in his hair.

Moving on, the news reported that an early heatwave might arrive due to the rapid climate crisis. He was reminded of his semi-basement apartment, where he had to run a dehumidifier all day to prevent mold from growing. Wooseung barely managed to swallow the rising sigh and stood up from his seat to wash his greasy hands.

When he returned from the bathroom, Taejung was gone. On the table, only the now-empty pizza box was left sitting there. Wooseung closed the lid of his pizza box, which still had 6 slices left, and looked around. Taejung’s voice could be heard from the bedroom, as if he was on the phone.

He felt like he should at least say goodbye before leaving, so he sat down on the floor below the sofa again. The phone call seemed to be dragging on, as there was no sign of him coming out even after 10 minutes had passed. Wooseung looked around and then took his phone out of his bag.

[did you meet the section chief?]

He immediately sent a text to Hyojun.

[Yes hehe]

[what did he say?]

Feeling frustrated, he thought about calling him but then remembered he was at Taejung’s house and held back. About 3 minutes later, a reply came from Hyojun.

[he said i cant sayㅜㅜsorry……]

“Ah…”

His shoulders slumped down. As the tension receded, a weary fatigue took its place. He contemplated asking more directly, but when he thought that Hyojun might have suffered the same thing Kim Hyungho had in the room, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.