Swallow Hunting - Chapter 30.2🔞
In conclusion, the claim that even an elephant could fit inside was nothing but exaggerated advertising. There was almost no difference compared to other products. Although it had a slightly smoother feel, it was insufficient to comfortably embrace Lee Kang-ju’s cock.
It would likely be the same no matter which gel in existence was used. Who could easily accommodate that size and thickness? Even a woman with extensive experience would find it difficult. In hindsight, he felt quite proud of his own hole for not tearing after taking that thing in.
Just by breathing out, it felt as though the strawberry scent from the gel was flowing back up from his entrails and out of his mouth. Once Lee Kang-ju entered the fray, his temperament for beating people surfaced. He brandished his cock like a fist. It was on the level of a slaughter and a brutal battering.
At the same time, he knew how to lead him to a climax. Foreplay wasn’t even necessary. Once he thrust his cock into the hole and pushed him to the limit, Hae-jun would wail and spill his seed uncontrollably. The peaks followed one after another without end. Fireworks exploded before his eyes, and his mind declared itself absent.
Hae-jun smacked his lips. It was a skill he envied deeply. If he could inherit that technique, he would be more than capable of reigning supreme over the world of male prostitutes. However, if the basic requirement was the size of the cock, sadly, he would not achieve that ambition in this lifetime.
It wasn’t that it was entirely good, either. He felt a bit of fear. He was afraid that later on, he might become a useless fool who couldn’t even get an erection for anyone other than Lee Kang-ju’s cock.
Hints of that were already appearing slightly. Even when he grabbed his own pillar and shook it, he couldn’t ejaculate satisfyingly. There was a time when he had been struggling and accidentally let his fingers slide toward his buttocks, but he was so startled that he gave up on masturbating altogether. It was a very shameful memory that he could never reveal to anyone.
His waist throbbed in the morning, making things difficult, but after slathering himself in pain relief patches, he was mobile enough. He had an interview at the company Yohan told him about, and after a short exchange of questions and answers, he passed. Yohan’s earnest recommendation had served as a strong support.
That very day, he took his bike and met Yohan. It was beneath an overpass. It seemed to be a place where delivery riders rested, as several people were gathered there, checking their phones or smoking. Yohan, who was leaning against his bike and chewing gum vigorously, spotted Hae-jun and raised a hand.
“How was the interview? Was it okay? What did they ask?”
“They didn’t ask much. Just my age and experience.”
“That CEO looks like a bulldog, but he’s actually quite soft hearted. Once I told him about your situation, he said he’d look out for you. Even if the commission is high, there’s no better place for a first start.”
“Thanks. Once I make some money, I’ll buy you a meal.”
“I told you it’s fine. Here, take this. A gift for your first day.”
“Huh?”
Yohan shoved a clumsily wrapped gift into Hae-jun’s arms. When he unwrapped the paper, a pink, donut shaped cushion revealed itself. What he had said last time hadn’t been a joke.
He should have been angry because Yohan was teasing him, but his face turned red first. This was because the memories of rolling around last night came drifting back. His buttocks, which had been smacked hard by thick hands, were still stinging even now.
Yohan, who had been making a proud face while wiping his nose, looked at Hae-jun and said, “What’s this?” Noticing the way Hae-jun was blushing, looking down, and fiddling with the cushion, he realized something and let out a disgusted “Ugh.”
“No way, even last night?”
“……”
“You’re incredible, Cha Hae-jun.”
Hae-jun simply scratched near his ear and secured the cushion to the bike seat. When he sat on it, the plushness made it more comfortable than before.
“I’ll use it well. Thanks.”
As lunchtime approached, the call alarms began to ring frantically. One by one, the riders waiting around began to leave. Before he knew it, only Hae-jun and Yohan were left standing there. Hae-jun was about to start moving too, but Yohan, sitting astride his old saddle, asked a question.
“Are you okay now?”
“With what?”
“Doing it with a man. It can’t be easy.”
He seemed to be asking with some difficulty. Hae-jun scratched the hair near his ear and then nodded.
“It’s fucking hard.”
Comparing it to the nights he had spent with other customers, it was the difference between special forces training and basic drills.
First of all, the physical toll was immense. After being toyed with by Lee Kang-ju’s hands and cock, his energy was completely drained, leaving him with no choice but to collapse on the floor or the bed. Even when Lee Kang-ju left, he was often unable to say a single warm goodbye, falling into a sleep that was more like fainting.
“But it’s worth doing.”
“Really?”
“And what you said was right.”
“What did I say?”
“That it’s fucking good.”
His earlobes felt hot like a boy confessing his first wet dream. Hae-jun quickly threw on his helmet to hide his flushed face. Glancing in the bike’s mirror, he saw Yohan standing there with his mouth agape.
“I caught a call. Hey, I’m off.”
Before a flood of other questions could pour out, Hae-jun kicked off the ground and started the bike. He would probably hear about it later, but he left the task of dealing with that to his future self.
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