ACJY C60

His eyes flew open. His hand went instinctively to his groin. Looking down, he saw his fully erect penis proudly tenting his shorts. Embarrassed, Taeheun swallowed hard. It was a rather erotic dream, too much so to simply call it a nightmare. He didn’t like that the man kept appearing in his dreams, but this time, he couldn’t complain.

At the same time, he felt awkward and embarrassed. They were used to seeing each other naked while showering every day. Taeheun was probably the person who had seen the man’s penis as often as his own. Of course, it was true that his perspective on the man had changed somewhat after witnessing the incident with Kwon Yongjun, but he hadn’t expected things to escalate so quickly.

He glanced at the man. Despite his erection, he felt no particular excitement. That is, he still liked the man, but he didn’t feel the urge to jump him right then and there.

Damn it. What should he do? His erect penis wasn’t likely to subside on its own. He carefully sat up, preparing to take care of it himself.

That’s when he realized the sound of the fan was excessively loud. It was raining. Rain driven in through the open window had soaked the floor. Taeheun hurriedly stood up to close the window when he saw the laundry swaying in the darkness.

Damn it. I’m screwed.

Without time to be careful, he rushed outside.

“Ugh, idiot.”

He knew it was going to rain. That’s why he had spent the entire afternoon cleaning up the neighborhood with the man and the other men from the youth group. Raindrops had started falling on their way home, and the man had specifically asked him to hang the laundry on the veranda. But like a fool, he had hung it in the yard.

Without the time to remove the clothespins, he just yanked at the clothes. His still-erect penis wilted automatically.

“Crazy bastard.”

A hollow laugh escaped him. As he worked his hands busily, someone’s t-shirt fell into the yard. The yard had already turned into a mud pit.

“Damn it.”

He bent down to pick up the laundry.

“Take your time. It’s all wet anyway.”

The man, who had appeared seemingly out of nowhere, was gathering the laundry.

“I’m sorry. I forgot.”

“It’s okay.”

The man, who had rushed out shirtless, was standing in the rain, bare-chested. He was removing the laundry from the clothespins faster than Taeheun, piling it up neatly in his arms. The already dark countryside night was even darker and deeper with the rain. Even in that pitch-black darkness, the rain-soaked man was clearly visible.

He stared blankly at the man, at his rain-soaked torso, at his shorts clinging to his body, and at his glistening legs from thigh to calf as the rainwater flowed over them.

The dream he had just had came back to him. The man looking back at him with his pants down, the neat, dark pubic hair, the clear stream of water spurting from his well-shaped penis. And his words, asking to cum together.

Blood rushed to his groin in an instant.

“Come inside quickly. You’ll catch a cold.”

The man, having gathered all the laundry, spoke to Taeheun, who was standing there dazed.

“You go in first. I can’t.”

The sound of the rain swallowed Taeheun’s words.

Taeheun was hard. Not wanting the man to see his erection, he slowly backed away.

“Mr. Taeheun, what’s wrong?”

Sensing something was off, the man asked with wide eyes. He took a step closer to Taeheun.

“Don’t come near me!”

Taeheun ran out of the house.

Damn it. He was mortified. Mortified enough to go crazy. Anyone who saw him would think he’d seen a naked body. He’d gotten a hard-on just from seeing a rain-soaked torso and legs. It was the same torso and the same calves he saw every day. What was he supposed to do, get hard just from looking at them? Crazy bastard. Crazy son of a bitch. He was out of breath, but his thoughts wouldn’t stop racing.

Did the man notice? He hoped not. He ran like a madman and crashed into something, whether it was a field or a rice paddy, he couldn’t tell. He landed face-first, getting mud in his mouth.

The man, who had followed him at some point, pulled Taeheun up.

“What are you doing? You could have gotten seriously hurt!”

The man shouted. He was angry.

The man was still shirtless, and his pants were soaked through, clinging to his body. Naturally, the shape of his penis was clearly visible. Even while falling, that’s all Taeheun could see.

I can’t take it anymore.

Taeheun grabbed the man and hugged him tightly. He intertwined their fingers, pulling the man towards him so he couldn’t escape.

“No, wait, Mr. Taeheun. No… What are you doing? Mr. Taeheun, let go of me.”

He had no intention of letting go. He just held the man tightly and pushed him down.

The startled man struggled belatedly, but since his torso was already captured and he hadn’t had time to brace his legs, he tumbled towards Taeheun. Taeheun immediately lifted his legs, trapping the man’s lower body. The man was instantly confined, both upper and lower body, by Taeheun.

“Let go of me. Mr. Taeheun, why are you doing this!”

The man was at a loss for what to do.

Taeheun’s back was half-submerged in a furrow. People have drowned in puddles. The man could have simply pushed Taeheun’s face into the furrow. Then half of Taeheun’s face would be submerged, and water would rush into his nose and mouth. Even Taeheun wouldn’t be able to hold on for long and would have to release him.

But the man couldn’t bring himself to push Taeheun. Instead, he used his free arms to support himself on the bottom of the furrow, trying to prevent his weight from crushing Taeheun.

They were too close. Even in the darkness, he could clearly see the man’s dark eyes, his flustered expression. And he could feel the man’s groin against his own. His own erection, hard enough for the man to notice.

They were close enough to feel each other’s breath. Avoiding Taeheun’s intense gaze, the man barely managed to turn his head away. Instead of the man’s face, the nape of his neck was exposed before Taeheun’s eyes.

“Don’t turn your head.”

Taeheun said, panting.

“Why are you doing this?”

The man asked in a tired voice, as if resigned.

“You know why.”

He moved his hips, rubbing his erection against the man’s groin.

“Look at me. Mr. Gibeom, look at me.”

“…Let go of me.”

“If I let go? Will you run away? Then what about me? What am I supposed to do?”

Taeheun, who had had the strange dream, who had the erection, who had run away, now pulled the man into his predicament. He implied that this was all the man’s fault. The man, who had run after Taeheun, was still panting. Every time the man’s chest rose and fell heavily, Taeheun’s chest rose and fell with it.

“Answer me. If I let go, will you leave me?”

“…”

The man let out a deep breath that might have been a sigh.

The man’s breath touched Taeheun’s skin.

“Stop it and let’s go. We’ll catch a cold like this.”

The man was as stubborn as Taeheun.

“Damn it. What am I supposed to do?”

Taeheun bit the man’s neck.

The man groaned. But that was all. He didn’t tell him to stop, nor did he struggle to break free. He simply lowered his head and endured it. Resigned himself. He suddenly relaxed, as if he had given up completely.

At that moment, Taeheun was reminded of the man that night, lying like a corpse while receiving Kwon Yongjun’s blowjob. A realization dawned on Taeheun, quelling his excitement. The strength drained from his arms and legs, which were holding the man.

He slumped. His back, already half-submerged, sank fully into the furrow, along with his arms and legs. The man lifted his head. His eyes, looking at Taeheun, were full of bewilderment.

“Mr. Gibeom, you don’t like me. Do you?”

At Taeheun’s words, the man’s pupils wavered.

“That Kwon Yongjun bastard too… You weren’t accepting it because you liked it, you were just enduring it. Am I right?”

The man simply stared at Taeheun without answering. He furrowed his brow slightly.

“And I didn’t even know. Heh.”

Taeheun chuckled like a madman.

He felt both disappointed and relieved that the man had no sexual interest in him. In fact, that Kwon Yongjun bastard, whom he had been so jealous of, was in the same boat as him. The man didn’t like that bastard. Just as he had done to Taeheun a moment ago, the man had resigned himself and given up on Kwon Yongjun. He felt a surge of joy at this realization.

The man doesn’t have a lover!

“…Um, Mr. Taeheun.”

“It’s okay. Heh. I’m the crazy one. I think my brain melted for a second. I’m not gay either. No, that’s not right. I am becoming gay, but not yet.”

The man, freed from Taeheun’s grasp, pulled away. Taeheun, still trapped between the man’s arms, chuckled, his body shaking. The tears came later.

The man, as if dealing with a child, carefully supported Taeheun’s half-submerged head with his palm and helped him sit up.

“You’ll catch a cold. Let’s go.”

He was gentle. Taeheun sniffled and sobbed, surrendering himself to the man. Large hands brushed the mud from Taeheun’s hair and back, and a clean forearm wiped his face.

The man stood up first and offered his hand. Taeheun took the man’s hand and stood up. He wondered why his feet felt so cold and realized he was barefoot. He had just run out of the house barefoot.

“Wear mine. It’s dangerous here, there are a lot of stones.”

“What about you, Mr. Gibeom?”

“I’m fine. The soles of my feet are calloused, so it doesn’t bother me.”

“Then I’m fine too. I might not have calluses, but my feet are already ruined anyway.”

“Still.”

The man insisted on putting his slippers on Taeheun’s feet before walking towards the house.

The two walked in the rain, unhurried. Walking side by side, or one behind the other, they stepped on wet grass and stones. The same grass and stones that Taeheun stepped on touched the man’s calloused soles, which he claimed didn’t bother him. Each time, the large body swayed rhythmically. Although their strides were different, they both stood firmly on the ground.

Beautiful, he thought.

Taeheun continuously wiped away his flowing tears.