The precum he’d ejaculated into my mouth, like a sob welling up, was too much to simply swallow, so I let it flow down the shaft of his penis, repeatedly taking the head in and letting it go.
My mouth wasn’t particularly large, but even so, for a grown man to have a size that was difficult to swallow past the head…. Before I could even properly do anything, my lower jaw was already aching.
Even the full, heated motivation I felt, having his genitals—which had always piqued my curiosity—right in front of my nose, lost its strength in the face of a realistic, physical barrier.
“You don’t have to force yourself. I told you it’s fine even if you just lick it with your tongue.”
I looked back at him as he soothed me, his palm spread wide to stroke my ass. His face was obscured by my body and hard to see.
Hnngh. Haaah….
Instead, his excited breaths, drawn in and exhaled as if savoring something, clung hotly to my damp perineum and anus. My anus twitched on its own, and I could easily picture its contraction, laid bare before his eyes. I was ashamed and wanted to hide it, yet I was also aroused and wanted to show it off even more.
“Hngh. Hnnggh….”
Without needing to choose which impulse to follow, the next stimulation began at once. When I was with him on the bed, there was no need to think. No, the opportunity to think was never given.
He had bent his upside-down penis downward and swallowed its head.
I collapsed as if in prayer, burying my nose at the root of his penis. Not knowing what to do with my hands, I flailed about, scratching at his hard thighs. An unbearable urge to cum rushed to the tip of my glans.
Before my eyes, he skillfully moved his long legs and became completely naked from the waist down. Then, as if demanding to be licked, he spread his knees wide, lifted his pelvis, and thrust, rubbing his penis against my face himself.
His massively erect cock rubbed against my cheek, brushed my lips, and hit the bridge of my nose. The impact of his throbbing member before my eyes was powerful. Desire was stimulated, my lips parted, and my breath grew short… like someone trying to eat a piece of candy hanging from a string without using their hands, I stuck out my tongue and chased after his penis.
It was, needless to say, a pathetic sight, but it was also a sight that even he, with his face buried beneath me at this moment, could not witness.
The thrusting of his pelvis, reminiscent of copulation, was a sexual message in and of itself. Lying upside down on his stomach and watching that blatant thrusting, so clear in its desire, made it feel like an even more surreal act, doubling the eroticism.
Each time he thrust his hips up, his penis nodded at an ever-greater angle. I wrapped my hand around it and licked it from the root up. With its bulging, rugged veins, it looked like a dangerous object about to explode.
Its thickness, length, color, and smell. In no aspect did it seem like a safe object.
But I hadn’t come to this room to protect myself, anyway. Just before getting on the bed, hadn’t I told him I wanted to be changed?
With a focus greater than my childhood indulgence in sweet ice pops, I tasted every nook and cranny of his shaft. Just as when I kissed him and swallowed his saliva, the precum that coated the shaft and trickled down seemed to be mixed with an essence that condensed his scent. It didn’t matter if it was just a feeling. This feeling alone, like swallowing the very extract of his scent, was enough.
When I licked my way up the long shaft and rubbed my flattened tongue over the flared head… my head went blank, as if I’d chugged an ice-cold drink all at once. When I breathed, it felt as if his scent, not oxygen, was filling my lungs.
Haah, hngh… Hnnggh… Hoo….
My breathing completely lost its steady rhythm and fell into disarray. Letting out moans that resembled sobs, I clung to his genitals and gasped for air like an addict.
Unlike me, who could barely swallow just the head, he repeatedly raised and lowered his head, squeezing my penis completely. In time, I found myself mimicking him, thrusting my hips in time with his suction. It no longer felt like a shameful act, but rather a natural flow.
I wrapped my arms around his propped-up thighs, tracing the contours of his firm muscles, while my other hand repeatedly pushed his penis up from below, enveloping the thick head with my lips. I tilted my head as if in a passionate kiss, scraping the glans of the lining behind the surface of my lips.
Like a bird that shoves its head into a bush and thinks it’s perfectly hidden, I was growing bolder for the simple reason that he couldn’t see my face, even as I exposed my genitals and anus right in front of his nose.
In the dim light filtering through the window, veiled by only a single, very thin curtain meant to block the harshest sunlight, we indulged in each other’s private parts in a most primal position.
The rhythm of his pelvic thrusts and the rhythm of my hip thrusts matched like a seesaw, and the bedroom grew slick with the friction of wet skin slapping against the bouncing mattress.
There wasn’t even a moment to push him away and say I was about to come. My vision went white from the tightening deep inside my mouth, at the back of my throat, as he pulled my glans in hard, and with a sound that couldn’t even form a scream—Ugh, ughh…—I poured out my semen.
It was a different feeling from the last time, when I had felt pleasure through my anus.
The pleasure of ejaculating while enveloped by the warm, wet pressure of his hollowed mouth that pressed against my penis was so unfamiliar it was almost terrifying. No matter how I shook my hips and bucked my waist to throw him off, he, with his arms wrapped around my thighs and holding my hips fast, didn’t budge an inch and didn’t release the suction on my glans.
“Haah, hngh, hnngh, heuk… Hahk!”
I shook my head on his stomach and thrashed my upper body, ejaculating wildly, drawn in by his sucking force. It felt like my penis was going to be pulled out into his throat.
Swallowing the semen as soon as it came out, he skillfully controlled the pressure on my glans. Although there was a difference in volume, he was different from me, who couldn’t even swallow all of his precum.
Like someone trying everything to pull a foot out of a swamp, I struggled until there was nothing left to squeeze from the tip of my penis, and only then was I released from him.
I practically trembled as I instinctively crawled forward. Like an animal that had escaped the sharp fangs of a predator just before its life was cut short. I couldn’t tell if what was flowing from the corner of my mouth was saliva or the precum I had held while sucking his glans.
But before I could even get to his ankles, he had already sat up and flipped my body over with a jerk.
“Where are you going?”
His eyes, when we finally faced each other after a long while, were half-lidded. He grabbed my waist and pulled me down sharply, pressing my perineum tightly against his groin, then reached a hand between my legs and rotated his fingers inside my anus, feeling the membrane as if checking its condition.
“Hnnggh… Hngh….”
I twisted and grabbed the sheets, my shoulders bucking at the sudden invasion, but he paid no mind and pulled his fingers out, sucking them. As if there was honey on the tips.
“It’ll be much more comfortable than last time. You’ve melted just right.”
He wiped the sweat from his forehead and temple with his right arm, then lifted my left leg onto his right shoulder. His red tongue, licking its way thickly up from the inside of my calf to my ankle, glistened in the darkness.
“You have pretty legs.”
He ground his lower body obscenely against my groin, his voice low and tight. His breath was rough, but his voice had no trace of affectation, no deliberate attempt to create sexual tension. It was even calm.
The fact that he was speaking in a normal tone in such a situation paradoxically showed that he had entered an abnormal orbit.
His large hand, which had traced a ticklish path down from my ankle on his shoulder to my thigh, caressed my penis, which was sensitive and swollen right after ejaculation. He, who had been showering my calf with kisses, shifted only his gaze to look down at my penis in his hand.
“Then again. Everything about you is pretty.”
He lifted my right leg as well, crossing it with my left on his shoulder, and murmured as he rubbed his glans along the cleft of my gathered buttocks.
Looking down at me with his hazy eyes, the blue tint faded, he looked like a drunk person. I, too, looked up at him with dazed, deconstructed eyes, and in my foggy mind, I suddenly thought of Shushu.
Even if I expanded the range of what the word “pretty” could encompass, there was no way I could seem pretty to him, who kept someone like Shushu close by.
“Why, does it sound like an empty compliment?”
While chewing on my right ankle, while circling the head he’d rubbed on my cleft at the entrance of my anus, while once again blurring and breaking my already disheveled mind… he pulled up one corner of his mouth into a grin. It was a question that seemed to have seen right through me.
“Ah… Ugh, ughh….”
The head, which had only been pressing and circling the entrance, pushed down as if to spread the hole open and forced its way in. Because my legs were lifted and crossed by him, it was impossible for me to push back and resist.
“Believe me. If you weren’t pretty….”
He looked down at me, narrowing his eyes like someone trying to make out a distant object.
“‘Sit on me’? I never would have asked for something like that.”
As he flexibly leaned his upper body back, his lower body, in contrast, pressed in even tighter. Gurgle, my waist arched at the slow, distinct entry of the penetrating head.
Just as he’d said, the feeling of insertion was much smoother than last time. I only felt a slight resistance, a push here and there. Or maybe it was because I, too, was not in my right mind.
With the sensitive arousal from having been milked and ejaculating in his mouth still flowing faintly through my body, the insertion began, and this time, my chest heaved with tension and anticipation, and I focused on his every move.
In a seated position with his knees spread and heels up, while chewing on my calf, he was already thrusting his hips with only the head inside. His gaze swept over my disheveled, reclining upper body, as if gauging something with slightly narrowed eyes.
“Your legs are so long and slender… I think slutty lingerie would suit you.”
Because of his expressionless face, calm tone, and hazy, unfocused eyes, it sounded like the incoherent rambling of someone high on anesthetics.
He fumbled with his hand to confirm the head was completely swallowed, then wrapped his arms around my thighs in front of his chest and smiled faintly.
“If I get some, will you wear it for me?”
His lower body, which had pulled back, turning his hips as if in a seductive dance, approached again in a fluid curve, pushing the head deeper inside. At the sensation of a forearm pushing into my stomach, I gasped, and the speed at which his hips turned began to quicken.
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