HPK 70

The forearms supporting the slender body bulged and rippled, revealing a fierce texture. Taejung pulled his hips back and then thrust hard. The swollen flesh of the inner walls, startled by the rough penetration, trembled and quivered violently.

“Fuck…”

Taejung scrunched his eyes at the pleasure striking his lower abdomen. A great drumbeat echoed in his temples.

“Too, haah, too deep, eut…!”

The penis plunged in almost vertically, practically crushing the insides. The fluid running down the shaft splattered in all directions, making loud, sloppy squelching noises. Mixed in with the sounds were Taejung’s curses and heavy moans.

“Heok, heu…”

“Heuk, ah, ah!”

The bottom, which would not relax at all, kept clenching, trying to push out the penis. Taejung chewed on a low curse and spread the plump buttock cheeks apart. The wide-open folds quivered, dripping a clear fluid downward.

As the fluid that continuously gushed from Taejung’s penis coated the insides evenly, the penetration gradually became smoother. When a tender flavor was added to the mix, Taejung’s eyes started to grow hazy and unfocused. He began to thrust his hips up as if he had lost his mind. And it was at the moment the head deeply pierced the mushy red inner flesh.

“Aheut!”

The body held in his arms jumped as if it had been electrocuted. At the same time, the moist inner flesh tightened mercilessly.

Taejung’s eyelids fluttered from the powerful pleasure that struck his lower abdomen. He had almost come right then and there. Releasing the breath that had been caught in his throat as if someone was strangling him, he slowly came to his senses.

“…What the fuck.”

The tightly gripped buttocks were trembling as if in a seizure. He fumbled and rubbed the opening that had swallowed his penis. The movement of the gaping folds was distinct.

“Wait, ah, aheuh, wai, euheut…”

Wooseung kept tensing and relaxing his arms, completely unable to stay still. Taejung slightly pulled back the body he was supporting to check Wooseung’s condition. Every time the lean body squirmed, a wet, sloppy sound echoed from below.

“Ah, ah, this is…”

The pale white face instantly flushed scarlet.

Milky-white semen was trickling down Taejung’s abs. The slightly softened penis twitched, spitting out the remaining semen little by little.

“Ha…”

A low laugh escaped from between Taejung’s lips.

“Because we were rubbing here so much, that’s why…”

Wooseung, with a crimson face, stammered out the reason for his sudden ejaculation. But Taejung was not one to be fooled by that. The body that had shot up right before ejaculating and the buttock cheeks that had trembled as if in a convulsion were still vivid in his mind.

“Hey, you came from the back.”

“No, no, I didn’t. It was because of your stomach, president…”

Taejung easily ignored the head shaking in desperate denial. He just kept looking down at the area below with a fascinated expression.

“Wow, but you really can come from the back.”

Wooseung chewed on his lower lip, unable to hide his bewilderment. The moment Taejung’s penis had poked somewhere deep inside, a terribly powerful pleasure had shot all the way to his toes. It was so surprising that his body had jumped without him even realizing it.

“I want to, stop now. Heuu…”

Wooseung unwrapped his legs from around Taejung’s waist and tried to put his feet on the floor. But no sooner had he relaxed his strength a little than Taejung drove his half-withdrawn penis all the way back in.

“Eut!”

“What do you mean, stop.”

As the flailing legs wrapped around the thick waist again, Taejung resumed his thrusts as if he had been waiting for it.

“Heuk, hut, aheuh…!”

“Hoo, is it over, just because you came?”

“Ah, ah!”

“Fucking hell, heok… so selfish.”

The shaft, wrapped in veins, and the blunt head satisfyingly scraped against the sensitized inner flesh. He was able to quickly find the spot where Wooseung’s struggles intensified. From then on, he thrust his hips up in a trance. His tensed buttocks hollowed, and the muscles of his entire body swelled ferociously.

Now, even the arms wrapped around his neck brushing against his shoulders felt like pleasure. As if on ecstasy or methamphetamines, his body was receiving even the smallest stimuli like a giant tidal wave.

“Ah, fuck, heok, heu…”

“Eut, heuk.”

Just as their breathing grew heavier, ejaculation drew rapidly closer. The water that splashed wildly from below due to the powerful thrusts soaked Taejung’s thighs. The gray sweatpants had already lost their original color.

“Ah, ah, heut!”

“Hoo, hoo…”

Splash. The sound of wet flesh slapping together and pulling apart. The air, damp and mixed with heavy lust, the sensation of arousal that bloomed every time the desperately clinging arms brushed against him.

“Ha, fuck, keuk!”

“Ah…!”

At the same time as Taejung’s hands squeezed the buttocks as if to burst them, the penis buried in the inner walls jerked wildly, shooting out semen. The semen slowly trickled down the bumpy, filled insides. Taejung, with his eyes half-closed, savored the long, lingering afterglow.

A moment later, when he slowly pulled his penis out, the semen that had pooled inside gushed out in thick clumps. The sensation was so bizarre that Wooseung flinched and hugged Taejung even tighter.

“You shoot a fucking lot.”

Taejung sneered, glancing at his own sloppily wet abdomen.

“Heuk…”

Wooseung simply could not accept this situation. Of course, he knew from what he had heard from others that this wasn’t strange. However, knowing about it and experiencing it firsthand were two different things. On top of that, there was Taejung, who had been touching him so persistently today.

Wooseung buried his face in the nape of the neck right in front of him, desperately trying to ignore his thoroughly soaked lower body. Taejung’s laughter, which showed no sign of stopping for a while, fanned the flames of Wooseung’s confused heart.

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Wooseung, who had just come out of the bathroom, glanced warily at Taejung and headed for the master room. It was to get his bag, which he had left in the study between the living room and the master room. When he came out, Taejung put down his video game console and looked at Wooseung.

“President, I will get going now.”

Wooseung, startled by the sudden eye contact, spoke first.

“Why are you going home.”

Taejung threw the game console onto the table and got up. He roughly swept back his disheveled hair and asked why he was going home. For Wooseung, who had been staying at this house for several days already, the question was somewhat bewildering.

“I have clothes and, uh, other things to get.”

He thought that with an answer like this, Taejung would let him go without another word. Saying that he was leaving because it was time to leave would surely get on Taejung’s nerves, that was obvious.

But then, something unexpected happened. Taejung, who had lowered his feet to the floor from the sofa, walked ahead of Wooseung towards the front door. Wooseung, with a thought of “no way,” cautiously followed behind him.

Taejung grabbed his car keys and let out a huge yawn. It was the moment his “no way” thought turned into certainty.

“I can go by myself…”

Taejung easily ignored his carefully delivered refusal. The two of them naturally went down to the underground parking lot and got into Taejung’s car together.

“Where’s your house.”

Taejung asked as he started the engine.

“Ah! You can just drop me off at Hwagok Station.”

“Tell me the address.”

“Uh, it’s Hwagok-dong seventy-seven dash…”

After Taejung entered the address into the navigation system, the car pulled roughly out of the parking space. Wooseung awkwardly rubbed his thighs and stole a glance to his side. He could understand going to the store together, but being driven all the way home was a bit much.

Feeling strange, Wooseung quickly turned his gaze out the window. He tried hard to ignore his confused feelings as he watched the scenery fly by.

The roads were completely jammed, so it took a full hour to get to his house. Especially when they were stuck on the Olympic Expressway, barely moving, he was so conscious of Taejung that he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles. Taejung himself, however, was just humming a tune and tapping the steering wheel lightly.

Wooseung got out of the car, intending to go home by himself this time for sure. That was why he had kept thanking him for the ride until Taejung started to scowl. But the sound of footsteps following him didn’t stop, and they eventually followed him all the way to his front door.

“…Are you coming in with me?”

Taejung, who had his hands shoved in his pockets and was looking around, stared down at Wooseung.

“You got a gigolo hidden inside or something…”

“What?”

“You’ve been looking so fucking nervous since a while ago?”

Taejung, whose face had hardened in an instant, suddenly kicked the front door hard. The sound of the front door rattling and shaking echoed loudly in the semi-basement hallway.