ACJY C94

He had no memory of whether he had taken off the man’s pants or his shirt first. He didn’t remember if he had pulled down his own pants first or ripped off his own shirt. When he came to his senses, both the man and Taeheun were naked, and the two were tangled up not on the bed, but on the motel floor.

The two of them held and grabbed each other with movements that were closer to wrestling. Taeheun thrust his lower body between the man’s legs, then at some point, he was on top of the man’s upper body, squeezing his body with both legs. When he came to his senses again, this time he was on the man’s back, pressing him down indiscriminately as if trying to pin him. Fluid dripped from his stiffly erect member. The man’s was hard too. Fluid dripped from his just like from Taeheun’s. The glistening thing looked like a living creature.

The two panted like beasts. They moaned and groaned. They let out sighs that were closer to sounds of pain. Every time their sweat-drenched bodies touched, it created a lewd sound. The two kissed, tangled their tongues, and ceaselessly rubbed their lower bodies and chests together. They were beside themselves with excitement.

The ejaculation came without warning. It was the first time in his life he had come like that. He hadn’t grabbed and shaken his member, nor had anyone sucked it. There was no penetration either. Yet, Taeheun came. And he did so feeling something close to an orgasm, spraying his semen on the man’s body. The man had come a little faster than Taeheun, and as soon as Taeheun came, he went limp as if he had been waiting for it.

The two of them held each other’s bodies, drenched in each other’s semen and sweat, tightly. They kissed, still gasping for breath.

He came one more time while they were showering. This time, they properly grabbed and shook each other’s members. They had been so busy kissing, their mouths wide open, that they had practically filled up on water. The two of them giggled as they washed their slippery bodies with soap. Peck, peck, they kissed.

“Hold still. I’ll dry you.”

“It’s okay.”

“Hey, I said hold still.”

Taeheun, insisting he would be the one to dry him even if it killed him, snatched the towel from the man’s hand. Then he slowly dried the man’s body, which was glistening with water. The man, with a flushed face, watched Taeheun’s hands. Gulp, the man swallowed.

“How long has it been since you came?”

Taeheun asked as he dried his wet pubic hair. The man squirmed. His limp member slowly began to gain strength. How pretty. Taeheun chuckled, finding himself amusing for having such a thought about a dick.

“Don’t laugh.”

The man sulked.

“Don’t misunderstand. I was laughing because your dick is pretty, Mr. Gibeom.”

The man, who was not one for suspicion, believed Taeheun’s words at face value and immediately blushed. Taeheun liked how honest the man was. He liked it so much he laughed again. The man then reached out his large hand to cover his member. Taeheun stopped him.

“Don’t do that. You can look your fill at mine, Mr. Gibeom.”

As he said this, he brought the man’s hand to his own member.

“You can touch it, too.”

The man didn’t pull his hand away. He did as Taeheun told him and held Taeheun’s member. Then he lowered his head.

“Yours is pretty too, Mr. Taeheun.”

The man said shyly.

“You’re just realizing that now? How many times have you seen my dick?”

“I wasn’t interested back then….”

“What does that have to do with anything? I thought your dick was pretty even before I liked you, Mr. Gibeom.”

The man’s eyes widened at Taeheun’s words.

“Why do you look at other people’s so closely, Mr. Taeheun?”

His tone was one of genuine curiosity.

“Huh? It’s a given. Everyone does it.”

“No, they don’t.”

“What do you mean, no, everyone does. You really don’t look, Mr. Gibeom?”

Taeheun asked, thinking, no way.

“No!”

The man answered firmly.

Ah, what a peculiar man.

So that’s why he never once glanced at him no matter how many times Taeheun was naked in front of him. He finally understood the man’s indifference. It wasn’t that he wasn’t interested in Taeheun, it was just the kind of person he was. He couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re the weird one, Mr. Gibeom. Everyone else looks at other people’s. All the bastards with dicks look. They’re so interested in other people’s dicks.”

The man just blinked at Taeheun’s words.

“Shape, size, color. They probably look in great detail, you know?”

“Aw, come on. That’s a bit much.”

The man didn’t believe him.

Look at this frustrating person.

“The Youth Association hyung-nims have never said anything about your dick, Mr. Gibeom?”

Taeheun raised his voice.

“No.”

“They have, right?”

“No. They haven’t.”

That couldn’t be right. They must have seen it, and probably—no, almost 100%—they were so envious they didn’t say a word.

“Then what about at the public bathhouse? You must have been to a bathhouse.”

“Ah… there was one time.”

“See? There was, right? The Youth Association hyung-nims might not have said anything, but they’d probably even recognize a mole on your dick, Mr. Gibeom.”

At Taeheun’s words, the man said, ‘I don’t have a mole.’ He then grinned widely and stared intently at Taeheun’s.

“Don’t even think about looking, though. Don’t look at other people’s dicks in the future, either. Just look at my dick, like you are now.”

Taeheun said this as he kissed the man’s lips. The two pressed their lips together lingeringly and rubbed them gently.

Without gowns, they went to the bed naked and lay down. They didn’t even cover themselves with the blanket. The man, who was very shy, was surprisingly not ashamed of being naked.

“Mr. Gibeom, you’re a really strange person.”

Taeheun whispered into the man’s ear. The man let out a low laugh.

Lying face to face with the man, they touched and caressed each other’s bodies. The gestures were close to curiosity. They kissed, fondled each other’s genitals, and panted for breath. Then they burst into laughter. They touched foreheads and whispered. They would kiss the tips of each other’s noses, and if Taeheun bit him, the man would retaliate in kind. Every little action was filled with affection.

Until now, Taeheun had been under the delusion that you had to perform acts close to pornography to have proper sex. Foreplay was mainly exchanged on the genitals, and he would penetrate and ejaculate according to a set course. But it was different with the man. There was no penetration, let alone anything resembling oral sex. They didn’t even try to do such things. They just tumbled around, tangled up in a frenzy, and came.

“Hey, stop touching my balls. Are they a toy?”

He grumbled at the man, who was ignoring the shaft and rolling his two balls in his palm.

“It’s my first time touching someone else’s balls. It’s fascinating.”

The man’s face was full of curiosity. It was so absurd he laughed. Taeheun also reached out and cupped the man’s balls.

“Yours are quite substantial too, Mr. Gibeom. I should eat them!”

He playfully opened his mouth and pretended to eat them. The man said, ‘Oh, come on,’ and pushed Taeheun away. Taeheun, who was not one to be pushed away, climbed on top of the man’s body. Then he hugged the man tightly.

“This is nice.”

He felt like he could die from happiness.

“Me too.”

Saying this, the man also wrapped his arms around Taeheun’s body very carefully. It felt more like he was placing them on him rather than wrapping them.

“Hug me a little tighter.”

When he chided him, the man finally hugged him with strength.

“Let’s play like this every day. You and me.”

“We’ll see.”

The reply was so odd that Taeheun chuckled.

“Um, and.”

The man started to speak but stopped.

“And?”

When Taeheun prompted him, he continued cautiously.

“Um, not at home. Us doing this… It’s not because of Jihye. It’s just that there might be nothing in the house, but….”

He thought he knew what the man was trying to say.

“My car is a no-go, too. And definitely not in the blue-roofed house.”

“…Yes.”

“What about your truck, Mr. Gibeom?”

“My truck? I think it might be okay there.”

“But we’re not sure. It’s better to be careful, so the truck is out too.”

The two sighed at almost the same time.

There was no place where they could comfortably make love to their heart’s content. Even if they didn’t have sex, they wanted to kiss and hug inside a house, inside a room like other people, but they couldn’t even do that. It was a lamentable situation.

“We’ll find a place if we look hard enough. If not, we can just go into the mountains.”

Taeheun said this and buried his nose in the man’s shoulder. Sniff, sniff, he smelled his skin. Then he bit the man’s shoulder. The man said, ‘Ouch,’ and promptly sank his teeth into Taeheun’s shoulder in the same way.

“Bite harder. Hard enough to draw blood.”

“Is that okay?”

“Of course. I’m a pervert. I like it better when you bite.”

The man gathered his courage and bit a little harder, but it only tickled. Then, as if worried it might hurt, he licked it gently with his tongue. A laugh escaped.

Just holding him was happiness. What was this dick thing that he had gone without this wonderful feeling for so long. He felt like he could die from regretting the time he had wasted agonizing.

Taeheun rubbed his member against the man’s. The two of them, holding each other, thrust their hips. The bed couldn’t take it and let out a loud, creaking sound. At that sound, the two of them giggled again. The sound of laughter soon turned into moans. Gasp, gasp, they panted for breath.

The cell phone vibrated. It was just after they had finished their third ejaculation. The man had already fallen asleep and was breathing evenly, whew, whew. Taeheun, drenched in sweat and semen, got up and rummaged through the clothes strewn below the bed to find his cell phone. There were three missed calls. All from Detective Oh.

—Man, why aren’t you answering your phone?

Detective Oh shouted.

—Where are you?

“I’m there. Almost there.”

Taeheun replied in a languid voice and hung up.

He wanted to fall asleep with the man just like this. He felt so good he didn’t want to lift a finger. But he had to go.

After showering, he looked in the mirror. Taeheun’s body was red and blotchy all over. The corners of his eyes were reddish even though he hadn’t cried, and the tip of his nose and his lips, which the man had been biting and sucking for a whole hour, were red. There was a small bite mark on his shoulder. Traces of sex. It was a mark anyone would recognize as such. Taeheun chuckled and dried himself off.

He got dressed and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Mr. Gibeom, are you asleep?”

He shook the man gently. The man moaned and barely opened his eyes.

“I have something to do, so I’m going out for a bit. You stay here and sleep, Mr. Gibeom. Got it?”

The man closed his eyes before Taeheun could even finish his sentence.

Did he even hear me properly? What if he wakes up later and thinks I’ve left, and gets sad like before? Worried about the man, Taeheun left a note and quietly slipped out of the motel room.

He went to the front desk and asked for the location of Dongnamjang Inn. The middle-aged man looked at Taeheun, who was asking about another inn while staying at this motel, with narrowed eyes. His expression as he scanned his face was displeased.

“Selling yourself?”

Unlike his expression, his voice was indifferent.

“I’ve seen plenty of women, but this is a first for a man.”

he said as he drew a map. The ‘selling’ the man was talking about must have been prostitution. With his face looking like this, it wasn’t strange to be misunderstood.

“Do I look like I sell myself?”

When Taeheun asked with a smiling face, he said, ‘You don’t? Never mind then.’

“It’s just that you’re not the kind of face one sees in this neighborhood.”

he added, as if making an excuse, and handed over the map.

“That’s a very interesting way of saying I’m handsome.”

Taeheun gave a bright smile, took the paper, and left the motel.