Swallow Hunting - vanish into fiction

The man patted Hae-jun’s cheek as if praising him. Just by straightening his underwear and pants, the man’s appearance was now no different from when they had first met. In contrast, Hae-jun was a complete mess. His state was such that anyone seeing him would suspect he hadn’t just been sleeping, but had his asshole thoroughly emptied out.

“So now you’ll, you’ll forgive me, right?”

Hae-jun asked, wiping the semen smeared on his lips and face with his stretched-out sleeve. His voice sounded hoarse even to his own ears. A hacking cough erupted. With each cough, not just his throat, but his entire body ached.

The man let out a laugh. It was a light, cheerful sound. Hae-jun looked up, puzzled. The man, seeming genuinely pleased, had curved his long eyes into crescents.

The man then pressed the tip of his shoe firmly between Hae-jun’s thighs, who was still kneeling. Hae-jun gasped, hik, and fell backwards. As he tried to wriggle his buttocks and scoot back, the man’s foot pressed down with more force. Afraid his precious pillar and pouch would be crushed beneath it, Hae-jun trembled violently.

“I’m at a loss on this deal.”

At first, Hae-jun didn’t understand. What kind of loss was there after shoving his cock down someone’s throat, fucking it, and even coming all over them liberally?

But the reason was revealed in less than a second. After the man moved his foot, Hae-jun’s mouth fell open at the sight of his own lower body, now exposed. It was damp and wet. If he had pissed himself, his thighs would have been wet, but the color was distinctly darker right in the very center. Proof that he had ejaculated after getting hard.

“This… this is ridiculous… No, seriously. This.”

How could he possibly have come while sucking someone else’s dick? He thought he was going to die from the agony, but did it turn out he was trying to die from pleasure? Hae-jun couldn’t begin to fathom why his own body had committed such a massive betrayal.

“Sir, it’s not that I came because I liked it… I really, truly thought I was suffocating and going to die, but I held it in because you said you’d come, and I gave it my all, sucking with utmost devotion… Why did this happen?”

“Mr. Cha Hae-jun, let’s keep what you want to say to exactly half. You have no talent for moving your tongue. You can’t even suck dick properly.”

“…”

The guys he’d sucked off before came pretty quickly. Not that he took pride in his dick-sucking skills, but living a life earned with his body, being criticized didn’t feel great.

Hae-jun pouted his lips, then quickly bowed his head, remembering that the man before him was someone who could determine his fate.

“Anyway, the fee must be paid.”

The man took a thick wad of bills from his wallet and placed it on the table. From the corner of his eye, Hae-jun saw the color was yellow and the stack was substantial.

The man stood up without hesitation, as if his curiosity or perhaps his plan to mess with Hae-jun had been satisfied. If it had been any other customer, Hae-jun would have sprung up, bowed at a perfect right angle, and shouted, ‘Take care on your way! Thank you! Please come again! This was your cutie Hae-jin!’ But facing the man’s back, such words simply wouldn’t come out. His throat burned as if scalded.

Ah, the man seemed to remember something and looked back at Hae-jun. Hae-jun, curious about the total amount on the table, had been craning his neck, trying to count it by sight. He hastily bent his neck down before the man could see him looking.

“Consider it an honor. You are the first man, Mr. Cha Hae-jun, to drink my cum.”

Hae-jun couldn’t believe it. That kind of guy, grabbing someone else’s head and using their mouth like a hole? Where does he get off lying like that? Hae-jun’s mouth twitched, but the man walked out the door without even looking back.

Only after the door closed and the man’s door-like back disappeared did Hae-jun finally let out the breath he’d been holding all at once. The poo-ah of his released breath was like steam shooting from a kettle glowing bright red.

“Thought I was gonna die.”

He groped his own face and body, confirming he was still anchored in this world, then lay flat on his back on the floor. The legs he’d been kneeling on all that time were numb and tingling, and swallowing saliva made his throat sting. The semen he hadn’t properly wiped off had dried stiffly on his cheek, and the snot remaining in his nostrils streamed down like water.

Hae-jun sniffled and first checked the money. After counting the number of yellow bills, he let out a wow, a gasp of astonishment. It was an amount he could only earn after working the tables and putting on a charming act all day long.

“With this much…”

It’s worth it.

It was more than he got the first time he sucked a dick. Pushing the terrifying and painful memories aside, Hae-jun grinned broadly. Then, struck by a sudden thought, he grabbed his hair with both hands.

“I never heard him say he forgives me!”

Surely he wouldn’t come again, right? The man didn’t seem like someone with a hobby of sticking his dick in people’s mouths, so they probably wouldn’t meet again. He hoped and prayed that was the case. He didn’t think he could ever adapt to that man’s brutish size in a lifetime.