<130> Side Story. 22
His cock slipped out smoothly. Kang Il-hyeon had Ja-gyeong come down from the straddle position and bend over holding the sofa backrest. Then he moved down below the sofa, rubbing his cock and positioning himself behind. Through the torn panties, the hole that had just been swallowing his cock was visible.
He inserted his middle finger inside, pressing and rubbing the inner walls firmly, and Ja-gyeong's shoulders trembled. Each wrinkle was vividly felt at his fingertips. As if savoring food, he slowly drew circles, exploring the inside.
Ja-gyeong looked back with desperate eyes.
"When, are you going to do it?"
"Now."
With his finger still inside, he thrust his cock in, and Ja-gyeong flailed his arms in surprise. Ah! It's tearing, it's tearing! Ugh. The large cock spread the gap and forced its way in. Ja-gyeong bit his lower lip and gripped the sofa backrest tightly. Just as he was about to say something about being crazy, Kang Il-hyeon moved his hips in a circular motion.
"Hoo, I've always been curious. How my cock moves inside you."
"That hand, right now, ah! Fuck!"
The finger scraped the insides as it withdrew, and Kang Il-hyeon immediately grabbed both sides of the hips and thrust upward with a slap. As the upper body threatened to collapse from the impact, he reached forward to support it. Honey, I haven't even started yet.
As soon as the words ended, he propped one leg on the sofa and began moving in earnest. Slap, slap, slap, the body swayed back and forth as he pounded hard enough to make the buttocks ache.
"Mmh!"
"Hold on tight, honey."
Before realizing what that meant, her legs were lifted. Suddenly her body floated in the air like Superman. Ja-gyeong wrapped her arms around the sofa backrest and looked back. This crazy person. Being pounded while suspended in mid-air was harder than expected. Veins bulged on Ja-gyeong's neck and arms.
Slap, slap, slap, holding both legs, he thrust mechanically like a machine. The glans crushed the prostate, making the fuse in his head repeatedly spark and fade. His vision flickered white, and pleasure climbed up from his waist along his spine.
His arms trembled and kept slipping from sweat. As the urge to ejaculate surged, he tried to reach down to touch his cock, but Kang Il-hyeon caught his hand. Looking back, his usually neat hair was disheveled. Hoo, his excitement could be read in the hot breath he exhaled in short bursts.
The cock inside his belly pounded the insides like a mortar and pestle. The moment he felt like ejaculating, Kang Il-hyeon lowered his body and then flipped him over to mount from above. Both legs now draped over his shoulders, the body folded like paper.
In that position, thrusting from above properly hit the prostate. Ja-gyeong couldn't bear it and waved his arms in the air. Wait. Just wait. The corner of Il-hyeon's mouth lifted. He pulled Ja-gyeong's body close and bent his knees. Thanks to this, the waist and buttocks floated in the air with only the shoulders touching.
Because of the position, the sight of Kang Il-hyeon's cock entering and exiting the hole was clearly visible. Each time he thrust down, his own cock bobbed before his eyes. Ja-gyeong covered his eyes with his arms. Something wet, whether sweat or tears, smeared on his arms. As climax approached, his jaw trembled uncontrollably.
Instead of moans, only ragged breaths spilled from his mouth, and his vision went white.
"Mmh, mmh!"
Trembling convulsively in his limbs, he clenched his waist and thighs. Because his body was folded in half, semen splattered even onto his face. Every muscle in his body twitched involuntarily as if electrocuted. Before the afterglow of excitement could fade, Kang Il-hyeon released the legs he was holding and covered the body.
He continued thrusting slowly while licking the semen off Ja-gyeong's chest and face. The movement became gentle, unclear whether he was rubbing or pounding. He carefully licked Ja-gyeong's flushed cheeks and eye area, smiling.
"I should get some tonic medicine. Why are you having such a hard time?"
"Let me do it to you! I'll show you why it's hard."
Panting as he spoke, Il-hyeon grinned and grabbed Ja-gyeong's cock. When told not to touch because it was sensitive, he deliberately gripped it and rubbed the glans with his thumb. At the same time, he sucked Ja-gyeong's chest with his mouth. Along with a raw sensation, tingling currents circulated through the body again.
Squelch, squelch, forgetting he had already ejaculated, the cock twitched again. The intensity and speed of movement gradually increased. Kang Il-hyeon's lips descended and devoured Ja-gyeong's lips. He kissed so hard it was difficult to breathe, and licked his face until it was covered in saliva.
As Ja-gyeong turned his head, he noticed the cake box. We need to eat the cake. He muttered like sleep talking, and heard Kang Il-hyeon's laughter near his ear. Now isn't the time to worry about cake. Even while saying frightening words, the hand stroking his hair was gentle. Ja-gyeong held that hand and quietly looked up at Kang Il-hyeon.
"Thinking about it, I couldn't say it."
"What?"
"Thank you for being born."
A deep smile spread across Il-hyeon's face. Don't mention it. A light kiss landed on his lips, marking the beginning of a long night.
Waking early from sleep, Ja-gyeong looked at his reflection in the mirror with a blank face and sighed. The lace panties, tattered and torn, hung around his waist, unrecognizable from their original form. After taking off the panties and tossing them aside, he put on a robe and looked for the clothes he had removed last night.
Rummaging through the clothes pockets, a box came out, and inside were two rings. Kang Il-hyeon on the bed fortunately hadn't woken yet. Carefully taking out Kang Il-hyeon's ring, he held it against his finger. Judging the finger size roughly by eye, the fit seemed uncertain.
Slipping it onto the left ring finger, it got stuck in the middle. Ah, damn. And after all that deliberation before buying. As he carefully tried to remove the ring, Kang Il-hyeon's eyelids lifted. He tried to pull it off quickly, but Il-hyeon was one step ahead. His hand was grabbed, leaving the ring on his finger. Seeing the displeased expression, Kang Il-hyeon spread his palm in the air, examined it for a while, then turned his head and asked.
"Is this a proposal?"
"It's a birthday present."
He examined the ring by turning his hand back and forth several times. With a face that was both surprised and pleased. He held the hand and tried to push the ring in further, but it wouldn't go. Ja-gyeong looked disappointed, and Il-hyeon smirked.
"It's nice. Being tightly stuck feels just like being inside your hole."
Even when saying things like that. He glared, and tried once more, but it still stuck in the middle.
"Damn. If only it fit perfectly."
To the dejected Ja-gyeong, Il-hyeon smiled and extended his hand. Come here. When Ja-gyeong climbed onto the bed, he pulled him into an embrace and rubbed his cheek against his face. Thank you. Actually, I was moved. His voice was filled with sincerity. Ja-gyeon tightly wrapped his arms around his waist and buried his face in his chest.
"I wanted to give you an even better gift. But nothing came to mind."
After repeated deliberation, giving a gift to someone richer than himself was no easy matter.
"To me, you are the gift. The most valuable and pleasing thing I've ever received in my life."
His voice was endlessly warm. The hand stroking his head moved down and patted his back. Sleep more. When we wake up, let's go on a date. When Ja-gyeong closed his eyes, Il-hyeon looked at his hand again. The ring sparkled in the middle of the ring finger. Seeing this, a smile spread across his lips.
***
"Young master. When you return home, you must definitely apologize to the chairman."
Il-hyeon looked out the window with an indifferent face. Looking down at his soiled uniform, he frowned. At school, he had dragged an unpleasant classmate to the bathroom and beaten him until he was a bloody mess, causing quite a scene.
When he returns, his father will beat him with a golf club again. Il-hyeon didn't like his father. While the man himself went around doing every bad deed imaginable, he always demanded Il-hyeon grow up properly. It was ridiculous.
As the car passed through an alley, a group in uniforms came into view.
"Please stop the car."
The secretary looked back and instructed the driver to stop. Il-hyeon got out of the car and went toward them as if drawn. Several high school students were surrounding someone and beating them. The child being beaten was quite young, wearing dirty clothes and clutching an old, torn bookbag to his chest.
When one of the group tried to snatch the bag, the child held on stubbornly and resisted.
"Stubborn bastard! Want to die! Hand it over quick!"
The child raised his head. His eyes met Il-hyeon's directly. Despite his grimy appearance, his eyes were alive. The upturned eye corners were like a stray kitten without an owner. Blood flowed from his battered lips. Interest sparked. Should he watch the beating? Or should he just go back?
After some thought, he approached closer, and the high school students noticed Il-hyeon and scowled.
"Who are you."
"A middle schooler? Keep walking. Unless you want to get beaten badly."
Il-hyeon gazed at the child's eyes and asked. Want me to help? At the same time, one high school student grabbed Il-hyeon's collar. Hey bastard, I said get lost. Il-hyeon let out a light laugh and looked at the child on the ground. Want help? The child nodded his head vigorously with a frightened face.
The moment the high school student raised his fist, Il-hyeon pulled a cutter knife from his pocket and slashed across the male student's face. Aagh! Blood poured from his face as he collapsed clutching it, and the other students wavered and stepped back.
Il-hyeon waved the knife and laughed.
"From now on, anyone who attacks gets their throat."
Fuck. Isn't he crazy? The high school students turned pale and began gathering their friend to flee. Il-hyeon watched them run, clicked his tongue, and turned around. The little kid who had been rolling on the ground was already running away with his bag. Seeing this, Il-hyeon laughed in disbelief and spotted a small plastic bag on the ground. Containing white powder like flour. He kicked it with his foot and glared in the direction the kid had disappeared.
"Fuck. At least could have said thanks. Manners and all that."
He dropped the knife on the ground and headed to the car, but the more he thought about it, the more offended he was. After all that effort helping. He resolved that next time they met, kid or not, he'd kick his ass.
But after that, he never saw the child there again.
- Side Story Complete.