Swallow Hunting - vanish into fiction

“…Hph!”

Semen stretched from Hae-jun’s urethra as thick and sticky as starch paste. His shoulders trembled violently, and lights flickered before his eyes. The pleasure trampling down his spine was violent. Even though he hadn’t properly climaxed, the intensity was equal to the moment of ejaculation.

“Ho-euh…”

Hae-jun’s body went limp. He had experienced a climax twice already. Moreover, he hadn’t been able to sleep properly during that time because he was so conscious of the neighbor. It was only natural for his energy to be drained. With his stamina exhausted, his eyelids grew heavy rapidly. Gravity seemed to press down on his brow.

However, Lee Kang-ju was just getting started. Hae-jun struggled to hold onto his consciousness, but Lee Kang-ju gripped his waist and thrust into him without showing any mercy. With every collision, his bare body felt as if it were crashing against a rock, and when the vein-ridged shaft parted his inner flesh to rub brutally against his walls, his mouth fell open and saliva leaked out.

“Heeuh, h-hph, mph…!”

His stomach dipped inward, revealing the silhouette of the penis buried inside as it moved in and out. Hae-jun buried his face in the blanket. It was a sensation he couldn’t get used to no matter how many times he experienced it. The pleasure was so excessive it was painful. Even without looking, he could tell that fluid was leaking from the tip of his penis like a broken faucet.

Just as he had targeted deeper into the throat, the penis burrowing inside pressed against the dead-end wall. Hae-jun thrashed and struggled with a shudder. His organs heaved upward, and his body flailed instinctively at the same time. He tried to scramble forward to escape, but Lee Kang-ju caught him and pulled him back. His pubic hair brushed against Hae-jun’s reddened buttocks.

Hae-jun couldn’t even make a sound. Like a bird with its head buried in a sand dune, he pressed his forehead against the blanket and gripped the sheets with both hands. His penis, as ripened and red as his buttocks, shot out semen like a water gun. Since it was the third time, the color was watery and thin.

Hae-jun collapsed forward. He curled his body up as much as possible, sobbing and shivering occasionally. His chest, which was usually just pale and fair, was flushed red from the blood rushing to it and was moist with seeping sweat.

“It’s not over yet. Wake up.”

Lee Kang-ju grabbed Hae-jun’s thighs and pushed them aside as he pulled himself close. The penis touching his groin was full of vigor. If he were beaten with that, his funeral might be set before the day was over. Hae-jun unconsciously brought his hands together as if in prayer.

“C-could we stop for today? I’m, right now, just too exhausted…”

He felt like he would shrivel up completely if he ejaculated one more time. He might have endured it if he had any stamina left, but since he hadn’t slept, he was on the verge of death. The sight of him weeping and begging was pitiful enough to earn mercy, yet Lee Kang-ju let out a smirk.

“I’ve let you rest enough lately. I’m not done yet.”

Pressing down on the back of his knees to spread his legs wide, Lee Kang-ju shoved the tip back in. The melting, sticky hole swallowed the penis quite well.

“Heeuh…!”

Hae-jun covered his mouth with both hands. Because his senses were so sharply on edge, the act of insertion alone made him feel like he was losing his breath.

With a heavy thud, Lee Kang-ju began to pound into him just like the first time, causing Hae-jun’s eyes to glaze over and drift. Pinned under Lee Kang-ju’s heavy body, only the parts of his legs below the knees swayed limply in the air. The sobbing sounds he let out were quite pathetic.

The moans that had been flowing out helplessly suddenly cut off at some point. The eyes that had closed in an instant did not open throughout the long night.

***

The refreshing and crisp sound of birds chirping resonated in his head. Hae-jun blinked slowly a few times before lifting his eyelids.

His body felt as light as if it could fly, and the lingering headache that had always hung around like a fog had completely vanished. It was because he had slept so deeply that he wouldn’t have known even if a bomb had gone off.

Looking back on his entire life, he had never had a night of sleep this good. Between his childhood spent alone and neglected without parents, his teenage years spent constantly running from debt collectors, and the time spent working day and night to pay off debts, sleep for Hae-jun had mostly been shallow.

Was it because all the accumulated fatigue had finally burst out at once? Hae-jun looked up, searching for the reason he had slept so well. And he realized the reason instantly. Lee Kang-ju was beside him.

Unable to believe it, he pressed his eyes shut with both hands and then opened them. The scene he saw remained unchanged. Lee Kang-ju was fast asleep, breathing softly right next to him in his bed.

To think he was lying here with the man who would always disappear by morning no matter how much he tried to hold him. It was only after a long while that Hae-jun closed his agape mouth. He lifted his upper body very slowly and with extreme caution, fearing he might wake the other person with the slightest sound. His waist throbbed and his inner groin felt tingly, but it wasn’t serious.