Delusive Fate

#059

Ki Baek-woo’s hand brushes against the inside of my calf.  Looking down, I catch a glimpse of his round head moving awkwardly in front of my groin.  He’s working hard… I think vaguely, relaxing my body further.

I’m sprawled on the sofa, in an ambiguous position that’s neither sitting nor lying down.  I’m on my second beer in this posture, and I feel like a complete libertine.

The only productive thing I’m not doing is watching a porn movie while getting drunk and wasting my time like a loser. The TV is the only thing shining in the dark room. On it, men and women endlessly desire each other. I project Ki Baek-woo and Jung Yi-dam onto them.

The man who doesn’t speak, wanting his piano back, is Ki Baek-woo. The man who seduces Ki Baek-woo with a single key is Jung Yi-dam.

Ki Baek-woo plays the piano, and Jung Yi-dam sucks on Ki Baek-woo’s nape. Ki Baek-woo plays the piano, and Jung Yi-dam covers Ki Baek-woo’s hand with his own. Ki Baek-woo plays the piano, and Jung Yi-dam strokes Ki Baek-woo’s thigh. Ki Baek-woo comes up with various justifications, pretending not to know about Lee Han-sol waiting for him at home.  Even though he actually likes Jung Yi-dam. Because being with him is so ecstatic, he doesn’t even think about Lee Han-sol, whom he never even liked.

Disgusting. Ki Baek-woo, as filthy and cheap as street trash.

“Mmm…”

I half-close my eyes and slowly inhale. A tingling sensation shoots from my tailbone all the way up to my cervical vertebrae. My back stiffens. My lower abdomen tightens with tension. I bury my right ear and cheek into the soft, fabric sofa backrest, rubbing them. Mmm, mmm. A low moan languidly vibrates in my throat. My chest feels hot.  So hot… My throat burns, and I tilt the beer can to my lips.

“Ah.”

A sudden dizzying sensation rocks my body. Beer spills, instantly soaking my chin, neck, and clothes.  A vaguely sweet and pungent beer smell stings my nose. A hazy feeling… I squeeze my eyes shut and twist my waist. Feeling helpless, I rub my forehead against the backrest. My collarbone and the area below my shoulders instantly heat up. This heat feels unbearable. It’s just like the first time.  And it makes sense.  Like the air shimmering around a flame, thoughts spread.  Has it been about ten years…?

No, that’s too little. I don’t know.  Anyway, what’s certain is that it’s been longer than that. The period during which my dick has existed as boringly as a jaded mid-level civil servant—if I were to count it, that is.

That’s clearly why. During my time at the training center, when I first learned how to masturbate from other kids.  Like when I rubbed my dick without needing to pee, without any reason, the reason my vision is now going white. This erotic sensation is so long overdue…

Ki Baek-woo’s mouth felt really good. It wasn’t the kind you could casually pretend was nothing. My body reacted honestly.

“Wait… yes.”

My body reflexively jumps. My whole body tenses, and my extremities simultaneously curl. My toes curl like a clenched fist, my foot twitching into the air. Hot skin envelops the top of my arched foot. It was Ki Baek-woo’s palm.

Ki Baek-woo’s large hand almost completely encloses my foot, slowly moving upwards. From the instep to the protruding ankle bone, rubbing the rounded bone and the thin flesh below it, to the ankle… The ticklish touch suddenly grips both ankles tightly, firmly.  At the same time, I momentarily gasp for breath. The grip, so tight that it cuts off circulation, somehow seems to say it will never let go.

“Mmm…”

Ki Baek-woo’s hand moves again after a moment. It gently strokes my calf, revealed beneath my shorts, and slips between the sofa and my thigh, gripping firmly above my hamstring. That hand spreads my legs apart. My thighs, reflexively closing at the dizzying sensation, open again.

Ki Baek-woo urgently pushes between them.  The guy inserts his shoulder between my knees and, with equally urgent hands, grabs at my waistband. My pants and underwear, already slightly lowered, revealing only my dick, are simultaneously stripped off by Ki Baek-woo’s hands.

The cool air touching my groin, which had been slightly hot with damp heat, feels unusually chilly. My body shudders again. I feel goosebumps rising all over my body.

“What, huh, it’s cold.”

“Cold?”

Ki Baek-woo asks, having released my dick from his mouth.  His voice is full of heat and urgency. I don’t know why he’s anxious when it’s *my* dick being sucked, but anyway, as soon as my wet dick leaves Ki Baek-woo’s hot mouth, it quickly cools down. The hardness, diligently erected by Ki Baek-woo’s licking and fondling, seems to shrink helplessly in the cold air.

I shiver and grab Ki Baek-woo’s hair.

“Ugh, colder… just suck.”

I pull Ki Baek-woo’s face into my crotch and say.  Huuuh, huuuuh… Ki Baek-woo’s breath, exhaled irregularly as if excited, warmly and ticklishly covers my dick from the root to the perineum.  Every time he breathes, I twitch slightly, and for some reason, Ki Baek-woo’s breath gets hotter. A sticky, squelching sound echoes. Looking down, I see Ki Baek-woo sniffing my dick like a dog, rubbing his saliva-soaked shaft with his hand.

Even with his hair being pulled, Ki Baek-woo doesn’t seem displeased. He even seems grateful that I’ve shoved his face into my crotch. His eyes, unusually bright, are as determined as before.

‘I can really make you feel good. If you just give me a chance, Hyung, if you just allow it, I can prove it. I can still make you feel good, Hyung. Just give me one chance… Hyung.’

Ki Baek-woo, suddenly kneeling before me, saying those words. Ki Baek-woo, looking up at me, looked earnest and truly resolute.  As if he would do anything to make me happy the moment I said, “Go ahead,”…

I thought I’d seen all kinds of strange enthusiasm in my life. Unless he’s a child, anyone would understand what Ki Baek-woo means. It was the same as saying, ‘Please give me the opportunity to serve you until you cum.’ It was funny that he was offering sexual service, but it was even funnier, beyond funny, that he was begging so earnestly and dramatically. It was an extraordinary scene, too good to keep to myself.

The reason I let Ki Baek-woo grope my thighs was because my mood had softened somewhat. My head was loose from the alcohol, even just beer, that had entered my body for the first time in a long time, and I was half-giving up on Ki Baek-woo because of recent events. Ki Baek-woo, clutching my waistband, spoke again.

‘I can do it well. Hyung, please.’

Leaning back comfortably, looking down at him, I felt a slight sense of elation. A beauty kneeling at my feet. A beauty looking at me earnestly with a pained face. A beauty begging to suck my dick. I felt like some kind of powerful figure. Even though, in reality, I’m living the most pathetic life imaginable.

I smiled faintly and met his gaze. His eyes seemed to waver slightly.

‘Baek-woo, what are you so good at?’

‘I… I’m the person who can make you feel the best in the world, Hyung. No one else can. Really.’

‘Nah. Anyone can suck a dick and make you feel good.’

‘No. No, no. No, Hyung. If you let me, I’ll prove it, Hyung, you don’t have to do anything. I’ll do it all. Just once. Just once, Hyung. Then you’ll think I’m not so bad… that I’m not someone you need to get rid of… it’ll be like that… it will…’

‘How will you take responsibility if that’s not the case?’

Ki Baek-woo bit his lip and avoided my gaze. I felt his hand gripping my waistband tightly. I took a sip of beer and tapped his chin with my knee. Ki Baek-woo dropped his head at the impact. It was a humiliating sight.  Heh heh, I chuckled and said.

‘If it’s not good, you’ll leave home? I’ll put this house up for sale when I move. Will you do that?’

Ki Baek-woo was silent for a moment. Then, after taking a few deep breaths, he looked at me again.

‘Hyung… I’ll do whatever you say.’

‘Okay, then try it.’

At the same time, Ki Baek-woo took out my dick and put it in his mouth.  Regardless of whether it felt good or not, I thought, chuckling, that Ki Baek-woo was currently the most dramatically serious dick-sucker in the world.

From then until now, Ki Baek-woo has been glued to my crotch without stopping. Junior Lee Han-sol, entering Ki Baek-woo’s slippery mouth in a soft state, quickly swelled up at the sensation of his persistent tongue wrapping around his shaft, the sucking so intense it made a smacking sound.

The stimulation was dizzying. I got excited easily, like a virgin. My body soon relaxed. Ki Baek-woo moved his mouth even more, more diligently, the more I writhed.

And now.

“Hyung, ah… Hyung. Huh.”

Ki Baek-woo panted like a pervert desperate to inhale my scent. My usually sparse pubic hair—a complex, although there’s nothing on my body I can be confident about—and the root of my dick. Ki Baek-woo repeatedly rubbed his nose between them, greedily sniffing. Then, he suddenly sucked intensely between my testicles and dick, making me dizzy. Each time, my chest constricted with a gasp. A blurry light flickered before my eyes.

“Ugh… yes, hmm…”

“Haah, Hyung.”

Ki Baek-woo’s hot hand quickly shakes my wet dick, then rubs the base of my glans as if tickling it with his thumb and forefinger. When my buttocks twitch and tense, he scratches the frenulum with his fingernails, then gently rubs the blunt tip with his cupped palm.

“Hyung, you’re wet… it keeps coming out.”