Swallow Hunting - vanish into fiction

He could do it if he used this posture. Watching Lee Kang Ju approach, Hae Jun swallowed hard with nerves.

Although he had boasted of his confidence by stepping up first, he felt a sudden surge of fear as a shadow like the dusk fell over his body. He tried to steady his mind, telling himself he wouldn’t actually die, but it was chilling to entrust his very airway entirely to Lee Kang Ju.

Perhaps it wasn’t fear, but a different kind of sensation. Hae Jun pressed his thighs tightly together.

“Cha Hae Jun, you are more fearless than I thought.”

“If I feel like I’m going to die, I’ll scratch your thigh.”

“Just endure it. It’s fucking annoying when the flow is cut off. I won’t kill you.”

Lee Kang Ju grabbed Hae Jun’s cheek and pressed down. Forcing the small mouth open, he inserted the head of his cock inside.

As Hae Jun flicked the tip of his tongue, the glans and the ridge below it quickly swelled up. He wrapped his tongue around the recessed curves, and the head slowly made a path, sliding along his tongue into the depths.

Lee Kang Ju did not rush. He moved leisurely in and out of the cave of Hae Jun’s mouth. He pressed down on the lips, swept over the rows of teeth, and pushed against the inner walls of the mouth before shamelessly turning toward the throat as if he had taken a wrong turn. Because he hit the uvula, Hae Jun’s body flinched with a “keuk.” Lee Kang Ju withdrew slowly.

He did not pull out entirely. Leaving the head inside, he gently teased the tongue as if splashing in shallow water. Then, he crawled back inside like a snake. Toward the root of the tongue, deep within.

“Keok…!”

Hae Jun hurriedly gripped Lee Kang Ju’s thigh. He did not scratch. It was still bearable.

His tightly stretched jaw, cheeks, and ears were pink. His brow and eyebrows were crumpled, and tiny droplets of moisture formed on his eyelashes.

It was difficult to breathe. He knew he had to breathe through his nose, but it didn’t go as he wanted. It felt as if he were submerged over his head in deep water.

Lee Kang Ju no longer went easy on Hae Jun. Even as the body rattled and the hands gripping his thigh tightened, he pushed in until the end. His coarse pubic hair touched the bright red lips, and his soft scrotum was pressed against the bridge of Hae Jun’s nose.

A deep sense of satisfaction was embedded in a low groan. The squishy tongue and narrow throat worked together to wrap tightly around the cock.

On the other hand, Hae Jun’s breath was hanging by a thread. Tears streamed down his face. He wanted to dig in his fingernails. He wanted to escape immediately and breathe in as much oxygen as he lacked, but remembering the command to endure, he only clenched his fists.

This was merely the preparation. Having occupied the throat, Lee Kang Ju began to temper him steadily as if he were going to invade even further.

The head pierced through the narrow throat, and the shaft expanded the esophagus, pressing down on the windpipe. Each time it was pulled out and put back in, Hae Jun’s body flopped like a fish pulled onto dry land. He flailed his legs then pulled them together, pressed against the table with strength in his toes, then straightened his knees.

His taut neck turned bright red, and the veins stood out. Every visible part—the back of his hands, his face, the nape of his neck, and even his ankles and collarbones revealed between his socks and pants—was flushed red.

Tears flowed in streams, and the sound of choking burst out repeatedly. On his forehead, which was fully exposed with his bangs pushed back, a greenish vein rose vertically.

He felt like he was dying. He could really die at this rate. His head went dim, and his intraocular pressure rose, making the whites of his eyes bloodshot. He struggled but could not escape, and because of the violent thrusting, he couldn’t even set his teeth to bite.

Unable to endure any longer, Hae Jun dug his nails into Lee Kang Ju’s pants. It was a signal to stop, but Lee Kang Ju grabbed those trembling wrists and pulled them back.

Hae Jun’s waist arched upward. His buttocks lifted then fell back onto the table with a thud. As his head was pulled further down, the cock invaded ferociously. Every time it was buried deep, saliva mixed with white foam dripped from Hae Jun’s mouth.

It was agonizing. His consciousness flickered like a lightbulb at the end of its life. It became pitch black night then turned into broad daylight in an instant. It felt as if death were within reach.

The strength gradually drained from the arms he had been holding onto with all his might. His black pupils went hazy, and the focus of his eyes blurred.

Then, he suddenly flinched and closed his thighs together. A bolt of electricity pierced his back. As if the body were exerting itself for one last procreation before death, blood rushed to his groin and his cock stood up. Like the veins standing out on his neck, veins appeared on his cock, making it so erect it felt like it would burst at a mere touch.