Stranger - Chapter 18.11
The swollen glans rubbed against my nipple. I stared, unable to do anything at the unexpected sight. The clear fluid that oozed from the gap dripped onto my nipple. My toes tingled with each tap and thrust of his cock against my nipple. I grew increasingly out of breath. When I looked up, Yeon Woojeong was staring down at my chest with a sultry smile and a glint of arousal in his eyes.
“… Don’t do that.”
“You must mean good.”
Yeon Woojeong concluded as he liked and slapped my chest with his hardened cock. I flinched, and before I knew it I raised my hands and grabbed his thighs. He raised his eyebrows and spoke.
“I told you to stay still, didn’t I?”
“I don’t want to.”
He smiled, as if he had never expected it from the beginning, and then glanced behind him.
“It’s wet, huh?”
It was clear where Yeon Woojeong was looking at. It was pale gray underwear, so it probably left a mark. He looked back at me and dipped and pressed his nail into my nipple. I jerked at the strange, sharp sensation, and his body jerked along with mine. He chuckled, then slid down and pulled my penis out of my underwear.
Anticipation filled me as I felt liberated. Yeon Woojeong tilted his head, looking down at mine, and flicked the glans with his fingertip.
“Are you not amazed by yourself?”
“Who would think that you hide this big thing inside?”
“… No one would think that.”
“I don’t think so.”
Yeon Woojeong smirked meaningfully before lowering his head down and sticking out his tongue. Each flick of his tongue made me shiver. He licked my shaft up and then rubbed his cheek against it. My cock was rubbed against his serious face. He nibbled and sucked on the glans with his lips, then buried the tip of his nose between the root and the sac, moving deftly.
My hips continued to buck. The feel of his skin all over mine, as well as the way my cock kept rubbing against his face, was arousing. Eventually, Yeon Woojeong took my cock deep into his mouth and sucked on it. I gripped the sheets at the pleasure of being sucked all the way down, then raised my upper body and braced myself with my arms. From that position, I slowly lifted my lower body, and my penis plunged into Yeon Woojeong’s mouth.
Yeon Woojeong raised an eye and smiled. I felt the hairs on my head stand on end. His head moved in time with my hips, and I could clearly feel the wet, warm flesh of his mouth enveloping mine.
I slowly closed and opened my eyes. My face felt like it was on fire. Yeon Woojeong gently caressed my thighs. The moment I slowly rocked my hips upwards, he sucked on my cock deep and strongly, frowning.
My toes curled. For a moment, it seemed like there was a flash of light in front of me. I tried to hold back, but I couldn’t. My raised elbow gave way and my body collapsed to one side. Yeon Woojeong looked up, rubbing my tense thighs. His eyes were slightly flushed, and his Adam’s apple moved loudly.
Yeon Woojeong ran the tip of his tongue over the corner of his mouth, then opened his mouth.
“Thank you for the gift?”
I stared blankly at him, collecting my breath, and then frowned. Gift? My gift was something else. However, I couldn’t spoil the surprise, so I kept my mouth shut and pulled his legs. His body swiftly slid up. When I put a finger through the opening in his ass, he smiled and reached toward the drawer next to the bed. There was a half-emptied bottle of gel inside the drawer. Getting it from him, I poured it over my hand.
Yeon Woojeong came closer to my face and sat on my chest. I licked the cock that tapped on my lips, and my slippery finger groped for his entrance before slipping inside. He moaned and rocked his hips as I probed inside and slipped in another finger. When he moved forward, his penis slid into my mouth, and when he moved backward, my fingers poked his inside.
He swept his hair up and let out a hot breath, looking down at me. His erect penis filled my mouth. I breathed slowly through my nose and sucked on his penis. Sucking a man’s penis was new to both him and me, but it was a strange thing that he was always so good at it, while I was worse than him.
However, I could just do the thing that I could do better. Moving my lips, I pierced my fingers right in the spot he liked.
Yeon Woojeong suddenly jerked and rubbed my shoulders, where he braced himself. Squelching sounds kept ringing from his front and back. When I rubbed inside a bit harder, Yeon Woojeong would scrunch his nose and let out a low moan. My stomach twisted at the sight of him feeling it on top of me.
“Haa, mmhh… Jiho. Use your tongue more. Nnh, ahh, just like that…”
I curled my tongue up and licked at the prominent veins. His cock came in close to my throat and then withdrew. Unable to move my hand as I concentrated on sucking his cock, he settled over my fingers and tightened his hole. I scraped my fingertips along the narrowed lining, and Yeon Woojeong pulled away, his cock plunging into my mouth.
Without missing that moment, I pressed my lips together and sucked strongly, and Yeon Woojeong squeezed his eyes shut. As my fingers slid out, I grasped his ass. I could feel his thighs tremble. He let out a rough, throat-scratching, breath and grabbed my chin. I quietly followed his touch on my chin, which opened my lips. Yeon Woojeong, his eyes sunken dark, ordered me.
“Open it wide.”
As I opened my mouth wider, he, looking straight down at me, grabbed his penis and gave it a stroke. Soon, the semen dropping down from his penis fell into my mouth. The sensation of it sliding down my tongue to my throat was vivid. As soon as he withdrew his hips, I closed my mouth and swallowed it, but then suddenly a cough broke out. Yeon Woojeong patted me on the cheek and waited until my cough stopped.
My eyes got wet. Yeon Woojeong stroked the corner of my eye with his thumb, before asking with a teasing smile.
“Shall we do something fun?”
He looked around the room and then got up from my body. The place he headed to was my closet. He opened the door, then pulled out a black belt hung inside. I couldn’t guess what he was trying to do, but I frowned slightly at the uneasy feeling. His face grew even brighter when he saw me.
“It’s a pity, though, that there’s no ribbon.”
Yeon Woojeong got on top of me again, gathered both of my hands, and pinned them upward. The moment the belt came into touch with my wrists, I clenched my fists and tried to move, but he seized my wrist tightly. I felt I could escape his grip if I put in more strength, but since today was his birthday, I couldn’t be cold-hearted to him. Come to think of it, back on my birthday, he didn’t ask me to stop first and stayed up late unlike usual.
Yeon Woojeong’s smile deepened as I said nothing and stayed still. He moved his hands a few times before withdrawing. I tried to move my hands, but they didn’t move as I wished. I pulled down my arms and my tied hands entered my sight. My wrists were trapped inside two rings. I didn’t know how he did it, but it didn’t look like it would be easy to untie it alone.
“Be a good boy.”
Yeon Woojeong spoke in a soft voice and put my hands back up. After that, he slid down and sat on my thighs. His penis stood erect, peeking out from beneath his baggy t-shirt. Yeon Woojeong ran his eyes from my face to my body and grabbed his member.
His hand slowly moved up and down. Yeon Woojeong was touching his penis while looking at me. I clenched my fists tight. Being unable to touch him when he was right in front of me wasn’t a good thing. He would surely feel better if I touched him, though.
“Do you like it?”
“Yeah, I like it.”
I tried to wriggle my hands, but the belt didn’t come undone. I put my arms down and reached out to him, but he moved away.
“You’ll be twenty-one soon. You need to learn to be patient.”
The meany voice slid over my bare skin. Yeon Woojeong must not know how much I hold back. Or maybe he actually knew. After all, there was almost nothing he didn’t know about me. Either he knew, or he knew and pretended not to. I groaned as Yeon Woojeong stroked his penis and moaned with a smirk on his face. Annoyed, I lifted my thighs from where he was sitting, and Yeon Woojeong squeezed my cock with his free hand.
It felt even more torturing with him touching it. It was one thing to not touch him while I was able to, but another to not be able to touch him. Meanwhile, Yeon Woojeong’s touch was too slow. Wondering if he was doing it on purpose, I felt my stomach twist in knots. I clenched and unclenched my fists as I watched his eyelashes. Yeon Woojeong suddenly stood up, turned around, and sat back down.
Afterward, he removed his t-shirt. The muscles on his broad back flexed. Yeon Woojeong’s body was molded in the same way as his face, but it didn’t feel artificial at all. I wanted to bury all of me in that white skin.