BIA Ch. 63

Isaiah got off of Bran and lay down next to him. Bran took a single c0ndom from the bedside table drawer and suddenly put it in Isaiah’s mouth. Isaiah, caught off guard, bit the edge of the silver wrapper with his teeth, and Bran twisted the package in that state, tearing the c0ndom wrapper.

“Good job.”

He’s praising me, stroking my head like I’m some four-legged animal, when I’m on all fours. But instead of feeling bad, I actually felt happy. Like a well-behaved dog at the words ‘good boy’, I wanted to wag an imaginary tail. Does my head get synchronized when I’m in this position?

It didn’t matter. Isaiah rubbed his cheek against Bran’s side as if asking for more. If it had been a little darker, he might have wagged his butt instead of his tail.

Happily, a reward was soon given.

“Lower your waist. Lift your hips more.”

Unlike yesterday when he stretched the entrance with his fingers beforehand, Bran seemed intent on inserting his p3nis right away. He wondered if it would be okay, but surprisingly, it was. His body, still feeling the aftereffects of last night, accepted his p3nis more easily than expected. It was scary when the head entered and he felt his bottom forcibly opening, but once he swallowed the thickest part, the rest was easy. When he pushed all the way in to the root, he almost came, feeling a chilling sensation all over his body. He barely managed to hold back his orgasm, but instead, his waist trembled and cum dripped from his urethra.

“You can’t be like this already.”

Bran whispered in his ear, grabbing Isaiah’s waist, which was about to collapse, and pulling him up.

“Huh? You said you were in good condition.”

He said with a laughing voice and started moving quickly. He lightly rubbed the most sensitive spot near the entrance, pulling his p3nis out slightly and then pushing it back in.

“Th-there, there…”

“Yeah, here.”

The blunt head of his p3nis rubbed hard against the protruding part of his inner wall.

“Ugh, hfft, uungh!”

Every time he rubbed the head of his p3nis hard against the bumps, the inner membrane contracted with the blatant stimulation. His p3nis pulled out as if peeling off the sticky membrane, and then this time, he pushed all the way in. As if welcoming it, his inner wall pulsed greatly, greeting the man’s thing.

“Huk, hfft, hhuut…”

Every time his large c0ck pushed all the way in, he could feel the thin membrane tightly constricting around his p3nis. And when it pulled out, it would contract even more stickily, as if in regret. The violent shaking inside his belly led to the trembling of his waist, and due to that instinctive writhing, Bran’s movements inevitably became more and more rough.

“Uut, huut, uung…!”

Isaiah quickly bit the pillow cover to stop himself from screaming. As if noticing the suppressed moans seeping through his teeth, Bran grabbed his chin with one hand and commanded.

“Make noise.”

Isaiah stubbornly shook his head. Bran laughed as if he didn’t understand, seeing Isaiah biting the pillow cover even harder.

“Why are you suddenly like this? Yesterday you were crying until your voice was hoarse. Did you become a lady overnight?”

That’s right. I think I made more noise yesterday. Why can’t I make any noise today?

It was only later that Isaiah realized. It was because it was too bright. The sunlight was too bright, showing everything about them without any filter, and he was suddenly embarrassed. Not just the sounds coming from his mouth, but everything. The sound of Bran’s t3sticles hitting his perineum was embarrassing, and it was embarrassing that the thin fluid was scattering and leaving marks on the sheets every time his body shook greatly.

Isaiah hurriedly grabbed his gown that was sprawled on the bed. He was panting and pulling it towards him, but right then, Bran thrust up hard from below. Because of the hand that was holding the gown, Isaiah momentarily lost his balance and collapsed.

“Huu, ungh, uungh.”

Without even having time to recover, deep insertions continued one after another. Isaiah had to accept the man’s p3nis with his head buried in the pillow and only his hips raised high. As the angle of insertion changed, the point where his c0ck rubbed inside naturally changed. The sensation of being poked deep inside his belly felt good, but also too sharp. And it was dizzying. Before he knew it, Isaiah let go of the pillowcase he was biting and moaned as if sobbing. At that sound, Bran suddenly stopped moving.

“No, that makes you even more dizzy. You should just lie down properly.”

He lifted Isaiah’s head and made him lie down properly on the pillow. And after pulling out his p3nis, he stretched Isaiah’s legs straight back, making him lie completely prone on the bed. Then he climbed back on top of Isaiah, got into position, and inserted himself.

“Yeah, isn’t this better?”

The dizziness definitely got better. Also, maybe because of the position, the insertion became shallower and the sensation of being poked inside his belly disappeared. It was good, but also somewhat disappointing.

“Uut, uungh…”

Out of disappointment, his hips kept tensing and his belly wriggled along with it. At the blatant movement inside that was begging for a deeper insertion, Bran finally burst out laughing.

“Why are you so tight?”

“I-it’s not me doing it…”

“Then who’s doing it?”

Huh? Bran lowered his body and whispered in his ear.

“Who’s being so horny?”

As he lowered his position, his p3nis plunged deep inside. Isaiah screamed and trembled as the blunt tip of his p3nis pressed down precisely on the spot he wanted.

“Is this what you want?”

Whispering, Bran rotated his waist with his p3nis deeply inserted. The sensation of the thick flesh gently grinding against his soft inner flesh was suffocating. Isaiah, writhing in pleasure at the heavy sensation of the fist-sized head of his p3nis pounding inside him, leaked s3men as if he had lost control.

“Haa, haa… hfft, uut!”

Isaiah, who was mindlessly ejaculating while rubbing his p3nis against the soft fabric of the gown he was lying on, suddenly screamed and thrashed his waist at the flesh that was digging in at a sharp angle. The thick head of his p3nis entered, scraping and tearing through the membrane that was swollen and sensitive after ejaculation. Isaiah screamed and struggled wildly at the pain mixed with pleasure.

“Be still.”

Bran hugged Isaiah to stop him from moving, and pushed his p3nis all the way inside. He didn’t move any further in that state, and after fully savoring the inner trembling that was close to a spasm, he pulled his thing out. He grabbed Isaiah’s shoulder, who was still panting, and turned him over, then took off the condom and ejaculated while stroking with his hand.

Bran’s s3men was scattered on Isaiah’s belly. It was just s3men, but even that was an unbearable stimulation on his skin, which was flushed from the aftereffects of the orgasm. Looking down at Isaiah, who was only trembling, unable to even groan, Bran said.

“What else is left?”

What…? Isaiah looked up at Bran with a dazed expression.

“I just asked you to c*m in my belly.”

Bran looked like he was thinking for a moment, then finally spoke as if he’d remembered.

“Ah, was it that you wanted me to make you suck it?”

“……”

Bran approached with an expression that said, ‘If you want, I’m willing.’ Judging by his momentum, it seemed like he was going to make him take it in his mouth as is. Even his d!ck wasn’t completely limp yet. Isaiah quickly shook his head.

“No, not that now. I’ll ask you after it gets a bit darker.”

“As you wish.”

He thought he would be a little disappointed, but Bran picked up his gown and got off the bed without a hint of hesitation. He was the one who refused, but seeing Bran back down so plainly made Isaiah feel like he’d done something wasteful.

So, in the end, Isaiah sucked Bran’s thing. But not in the bedroom, in the bathroom.

“You said you’d ask after it got dark?”

“Yeah, but the lighting here… it’s not that bright.”

And it’ll take some time to fill the tub with water. Making a lame excuse, Isaiah took Bran’s d!ck into his mouth. He thought he’d be mocked for it, but thankfully, Bran didn’t.

Instead, he just poured out harsh criticisms about Isaiah’s oral skills.

“You’re really bad at this. Even when sucking a candy bar, you’d use your tongue more enthusiastically than this, wouldn’t you?”

“Ugh…euh…ee…ah…”

“What?”

Isaiah spat out the d!ck that was filling his mouth and said,

“It’s because it’s my first time.”

“Experience doesn’t matter. This kind of sense is usually something you’re born with.”

Okay, nineteen-year-old? While saying that, Bran looked strangely pleased.

“You can’t just hold it in your mouth. Use your throat.”

Saying that, he pushed his d!ck deep into Isaiah’s throat. His glans touched his uvula, and he almost coughed, but he held it back and swallowed the d!ck even deeper. As he sucked hard, making his cheeks hollow, Bran’s hand gripping the back of his head gradually tightened.