Swallow Hunting - Chapter 19.1🔞
He stealthily reached out and began kneading his hole, thinking he should prepare in advance. When his wet fingertip touched it, an ‘ugh’ sound escaped him involuntarily. But, thinking that something would have to go in anyway, he decided to get a feel or remember the sensation and pushed his finger inside.
“Ugh.”
A feeling of repulsion made him want to pull his finger out immediately, but he clenched his teeth and inserted it deeper instead. Wriggling his finger, he tried to recall which direction the old man had prodded. However, he couldn’t find the spot as effortlessly as the expert old man could. Groaning with discomfort, he pulled his finger out.
How on earth am I supposed to do this? His confidence halved, and he hung his head low, just as his pathetic lower half, which had been getting hit by the water, was half-heartedly standing erect.
Looking at that sight, Hae-jun let out a hollow laugh. No matter how much his dick and brain operated separately, it was ridiculous that his body could accept even this kind of unpleasantness as pleasure.
Thinking it would be better to just finish quickly and go, he wrapped his hand around his dick. Pulling back the foreskin and stroking upward, he sought the familiar pleasure. He tried to use his past experiences or the porn videos he’d seen as mental fodder, but Lee Kang-ju abruptly surfaced in his mind.
Hae-jun’s breathing gradually grew feverish. He moaned as if it wasn’t his own hand holding his dick, but Lee Kang-ju’s. That thick, large, ample hand that looked like it could envelop his balls and dick all at once. A palm completely different from the soft, smooth palms of women, with pronounced veins on the back and calluses that felt like bumps on the rugged surface.
The climax felt both near and frustratingly distant. Hae-jun bit his lower lip hard and raised his hand to clutch his own flat chest. The moment he pressed down on his erect nipple with his fingertip, the memory and sensation of Lee Kang-ju’s fingertip popping his own like a soap bubble overwhelmed him.
“Hng…!”
Hae-jun shot a white streak of semen onto the bathroom wall, hunched his shoulders, and trembled. Languor washed over him after the pleasure. Leaning his forehead against the wet wall, he gasped for rough breaths.
Can this even be considered preparation?
He hadn’t even properly loosened his hole. Hae-jun stared down blankly at his palm, where the semen hadn’t fully washed away. He had failed in both mental and physical preparation.
***
Sitting in the taxi, Hae-jun took several deep breaths. The driver in front glanced back curiously at how deeply he was inhaling and exhaling. But even that gaze didn’t bother him. Lee Kang-ju alone completely filled Hae-jun’s mind.
He had reviewed the audiovisual materials. He had completed all possible preparations. So, there was no need to be nervous. It’s very different from being with a woman, but it’s still the same human body. The actions of rubbing, getting hard, shaking, thrusting, and coming were no different, they said.
‘……But can I even take it in?’
‘Wait, if I’m lucky, maybe it won’t go in today.’
‘Then, does that mean it will go in during the next opportunity?’
‘But is there even such a thing as a ‘next’ from the start?’
Without a chance to sort out his dizzying thoughts, the taxi arrived in front of the hotel. Hae-jun got out with a grave expression and boarded the hotel elevator.
Outwardly, he appeared composed, but peel back one layer and there was a fidgeting child inside. This was all because the memory of what happened last time in the office was terrifying and excessively vivid.
Hae-jun stood in front of the room Lee Kang-ju had told him about, recited the mantra ‘I am okay’ ten times, and pressed the doorbell. Secretly hoping no one was inside, the door opened after the bell rang a couple of times.
“…….”
Lee Kang-ju, wearing only a robe, stood blocking the doorway. His frame was practically as wide as the door itself, and the deep chest line carved by muscles dominated Hae-jun’s frontal view. His skin looked moist, as if he had just washed. The faint, cool humidity that reached him suggested he had definitely showered with cold water.
“Come in.”
Lee Kang-ju, rubbing his wet hair with a towel, stepped aside. Hae-jun nodded awkwardly and entered. It was clearly cold water that had wet Lee Kang-ju, so why did he feel heat on his own back? It was as if a massive beast, not a person, was behind him.
To shake off the tension, he looked around the room. It was a spacious room. He had been to hotels before, but it was his first time entering a place this wide and comfortable. Like a country bumpkin seeing Seoul for the first time, Hae-jun glanced around, surveying his surroundings.
The hotel’s top-floor suite was divided into a living room and a bedroom. The bed visible beyond the door was especially large. It was big enough for three grown men to lie down.
Despite having jerked off and even come in the living room last time, his mouth was now parched. Was it because he was alone with Lee Kang-ju, or because of what was to come?
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