Swallow Hunting - Chapter 36.2🔞
Even with all his experience, swallowing it down to the very base was an impossible feat, so he gently shook his wrists and took only half of it into the opening of his mouth. He sucked and pulled, moving his small head back and forth as he served with all his heart and soul.
His efforts were successful, and the shaft swelled until it felt tight in his hand, but Lee Kang-ju seemed teased by the pace, suddenly grabbing a handful of Hae-jun’s hair and pulling.
“Hhp…!”
Tears pricked the corners of Hae-jun’s eyes thanks to the cock pressing against the root of his tongue, even with only half of it inside. A frown immediately formed between his brows. As he began to choke and the heat rushed up to his nape, turning it crimson, Lee Kang-ju clicked his tongue and loosened his grip.
Hae-jun pulled his head back and coughed. Transparent saliva trailed from his mouth and his eyes were brimming with tears.
“Let’s stretch out your throat first. It’s so narrow that I can’t even shove it in the way I want.”
“That’s…”
“Or were the dicks of the customers you’ve met until now just small?”
Lee Kang-ju slipped his hands under Hae-jun’s armpits, lifted him up, and sat him on the bed. He told him to open his mouth, and when Hae-jun obediently did so, it wasn’t the cock but thick fingers that entered first. He scraped the surface of the tongue and massaged the roof of the mouth with his index and middle fingers.
“Ugh.”
Hae-jun’s teeth grazed the fingers as the tips touched a sensitive spot. Startled that he had left a tooth mark, he hurriedly pushed the fingers out with his tongue and watched Lee Kang-ju’s reaction. Lee Kang-ju didn’t seem to care much. As if his only dissatisfaction was the fingers being spat out, he grabbed Hae-jun’s cheek and invaded again.
“You said you were a slut. You should know how to use your throat well, too.”
He had lived the life of a slut, but his specialty was his tongue, not his throat. The real answer was that Lee Kang-ju’s cock was exceptionally large and thick, making it impossible to swallow, but Hae-jun couldn’t say a word. There were now three fingers occupying his mouth.
Every time the roof of his mouth was rubbed and the root of his tongue was scraped, his body flinched and his thighs pressed together tightly. He hadn’t even touched his lower half yet, but it had risen on its own, clamoring against the suffocating fabric of his underwear.
Saliva dripped from his hanging mouth. His lips were glossy as if coated in semen. By the time his mouth and tongue felt limp and mushy, the fingers finally withdrew.
Without giving him a moment to catch his breath, the cock filled the empty space. Deeply, right from the start. Because the fingers had already pried and loosened him up, it pierced through more easily than when Hae-jun had been struggling on his own. Even so, it only went in a little over halfway.
“Try to swallow a bit more.”
Lee Kang-ju coaxed him gently, fiddling with his earlobe and stroking the back of his neck. It felt as if his jaw was going to unhinge, but Hae-jun endured the gag reflex and pressed his head closer to the coarse pubic hair.
As the narrow throat opened up, the tip of the cock seemed as if it might slip past. Hae-jun gripped both of Lee Kang-ju’s thighs and gathered the flesh of his inner mouth as if gulping down a pill.
“Fuck,” a short curse escaped from above his head. Lee Kang-ju roughly grabbed the back of Hae-jun’s head and pulled. The cock finally slipped past his throat.
In that instant, Hae-jun convulsed. His shoulders hunched and his toes curled inward. The tips of his ears turned bright red and his jaw trembled as a single line of tears ran down his cheek. To have one’s breath taken away by another person—not by hands around the neck, but by a cock wedged into the throat—was a different sensation entirely.
It felt as if a bolt of electricity had struck the very center of his crown, and the strength suddenly left his groin. When Lee Kang-ju pulled the cock out, Hae-jun collapsed onto the bed. His body heaved repeatedly as he coughed and gasped for air.
His face was a mess of moisture. Hae-jun wiped his mouth with his hand, but then, feeling an unusual languidness and wetness below, he looked down. A circular damp spot had formed right in the middle of his thin cotton pants.
“Looking at this, you really are a slut.”
Lee Kang-ju pulled down Hae-jun’s pants and underwear all at once and flipped him over. He slid a thick arm under the pelvis to lift the hips and grabbed the flesh of the buttocks with a hand as large as a pot lid. With a small gasp, Hae-jun squeezed his groin shut. The semen he had ejaculated just a moment ago trickled down his inner thigh.
“Why do you keep pretending to be so innocent when you’re like this?”
“Wait, a moment. The gel…”
Lee Kang-ju did not listen. He slid his cock between the pale thighs, moving it back and forth to spread the semen Hae-jun had spilled over the shaft. Using that as a substitute for lubricant, he crushed Hae-jun’s buttocks with one hand.
Semen was pooled between the folds. After rubbing the tip against the tightly closed entrance, he dove inside in a single thrust.
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