Because I’d once actually been a eunuch for a brief period, my reaction shocked and flustered me. The moment Lee Kangjoo’s hand touched me, it was like I’d taken some kind of drug—everything down there jumped to attention. In the past, a healthy erection had been something to take pride in, since it was directly tied to money. Now I just felt like a naked boy with a key turned over his back. That much shame washed over me.
“Come here.”
At the gentle call, I hesitated, then stepped closer. Lee Kangjoo grabbed my chest with both hands and pulled his face right up to me.
He rubbed the center of my chest with the tip of his nose, traced my skin with his lips, then bit down on the swollen nub he’d worked up, catching it between his teeth. His breath spilled out, damp and hot. That alone sent a chill down my neck—but then he pressed down on it with the tip of his tongue.
“Ah—!”
He swept his thick tongue over my chest, then pulled the nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. “Hhk—!” Startled, I tried to pull back, like I was going to bolt. His hands tightened on either side of my chest.
“Stay still.”
The words came out blurred. I bowed my head. Right beneath my nose, his hair brushed lightly. He bit, licked, let go—then sucked hard again. He teased it with his tongue, flicked it upward, then drove it back in deep.
It was my first time being on the receiving end, and my head lit up red-hot. So this was what it felt like. A chill ran down my spine, a dull ache throbbed low in my belly. A moan threatened to spill out, and I grabbed his shoulders.
Lee Kangjoo pinned me down as I squirmed, drawing in what little flesh I had. He kneaded my shallow chest, then, apparently unsatisfied, pinched my nipple hard.
“Ngh!”
“Hands behind your back.”
I’d already been worried I might claw his shoulders to shreds. I hurriedly clasped my hands behind me. That only made it look like I was sticking my chest out, begging him to suck me more. The flush climbed all the way under my eyes.
Instead of nonexistent chest meat, Lee Kangjoo kneaded my ass with one hand while playing with my nipples. I whined like a dog that needed to piss. I thrust my head up, desperate, but my cock—untouched, ignored—felt pitiful. Every time my nipples were sucked, it pressed tight against my belly, the slit twitching.
I wanted to touch it. Grab it, jerk it, come. It felt like my urethra was sloshing full of cum, right there under the hole.
I clenched and unclenched my hands behind my back, fighting it. But every time Lee Kangjoo’s breath brushed my chest, my heart slammed and blood rushed downward. My swollen cock ached, painfully needy.
“C-could you stop...?”
“Why.”
Saying my cock felt like it was about to burst was hard. I’d said worse in front of customers, but in front of Lee Kangjoo, the words refused to come out.
I fidgeted with my fingers and toes and looked away. If I dropped dead right then, at least I’d have an excuse. But my cock stood there like a proud general, refusing to surrender until it got to spill.
Lee Kangjoo glanced down at me. A low laugh escaped him, and my ears burned. Anyone would end up like this if you stripped them bare, sucked their nipples, and played with their ass. I wanted to insist that what I was doing was completely normal.
“Gonna come?”
I nodded. Even the backs of my ears were red. I never wanted to put on another solo show in front of Lee Kangjoo, but if that was the only way... two strokes would probably do it. The urge to empty myself was stronger than the shame of being labeled a premature shooter.
“Want me to fuck you?”
He asked gently. It was a voice you couldn’t refuse. I almost begged him to. I shook my head hard instead. When you felt like you were flying, you had to remember the crash waiting at the end.
“I could just take care of it myself—”
Before I could finish, my ass got slapped hard. Startled, I jolted upward, and Lee Kangjoo dragged me back in, asking again.
“Want me to fuck you?”
There was only one right answer, and I’d chosen wrong. When I hesitated, he grabbed both sides of my ass and crushed them. Then he pulled me close and sat me down on his thigh. My balls got half-squashed, and I trembled. He was pressing me for an answer.
My tongue went stiff. I only gave a tiny nod.
Lee Kangjoo pressed his lips to my ear and whispered, “Good.”
* * *
In the end, the claim that it could fit even an elephant was exaggerated advertising. There was barely any difference from other products. It was a bit smoother, sure, but nowhere near enough to comfortably take Lee Kangjoo’s cock.
No gel in the world would’ve made a difference. Who could take that size and thickness easily? Even a woman with plenty of experience would struggle. The fact that my hole hadn’t torn after taking it was something to be proud of.
Every time I breathed out, it felt like the strawberry scent from the gel scraped through my guts and spilled out of my mouth. Once Lee Kangjoo got started, his habit of beating people came out. He swung his cock like a fist. It was more like hacking and pummeling than fucking.
And yet, he knew exactly how to drag someone to climax. He didn’t even need foreplay. Shove his cock in and drive it in, and I’d end up coming over and over, bawling like an idiot. The climaxes had no beginning or end. Fireworks went off in front of my eyes, and my mind declared independence.
“Tsk.” I smacked my lips. It was an enviable skill. If someone taught me that technique, I could dominate the male prostitute world. But if the basic requirement was cock size, then sadly, that dream wasn’t happening in this lifetime.
It wasn’t all good. It was a little scary, too. I worried that one day I’d turn into an idiot who couldn’t even get hard unless it was Lee Kangjoo’s cock.
There were already signs of it. Even when I grabbed my own shaft and ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) pumped it, I couldn’t come properly. Once, without thinking, I’d slid my fingers to my ass while jerking off—then freaked out and quit everything on the spot. A mortifying memory I could never tell anyone.
My lower back throbbed in the morning, but after slathering myself in pain patches, I could move. I went to an interview at the company Yohan had told me about. After a short back-and-forth, I got accepted. Yohan’s heartfelt recommendation had backed me up.
That same day, I took the bike and went to meet Yohan. Under an overpass. A few delivery riders were hanging around, on their phones or smoking. Yohan, leaning against his bike and chewing gum loudly, spotted me and raised a hand.
“How’d the interview go? You good? What’d they ask?”
“Nothing much. Just my age and experience.”
“That boss looks like a bulldog, but he’s soft inside. When I told him your situation, he said he’d look out for you. Even with the high commission, it’s a solid place for a first run.”
“Thanks. I’ll buy you a meal when I get paid.”
“I said forget it. Here. Take this. A first-job celebration gift.”
“Huh?”
Yohan shoved a roughly wrapped package into my arms. I tore it open—and out came a pink, donut-shaped cushion. He hadn’t been joking the other day.
I should’ve gotten mad, but my face flushed first. Memories of last night came drifting back. My ass still tingled where it’d been slapped over and over by those thick hands.
Yohan, wearing a satisfied look as he wiped his nose, glanced at me. Seeing me blush, look down, and fidget with the cushion, he realized something and recoiled in disgust.
“Don’t tell me. Again last night too?”
“......”
“Impressive, Cha Haejun.”
I just scratched near my ear and strapped the cushion onto the bike seat. When I sat down, it really was softer than before.
“I’ll use it well. Thanks.”
As lunchtime crept closer, call alerts started blaring nonstop. Riders who’d been waiting around took off one by one. Before I knew it, only Yohan and I were left. I was about to get going too, when Yohan straddled his worn saddle and asked,
“You okay now.”
“With what?”
“Doing it with guys. Can’t be easy.”
He sounded like he’d worked up the courage to ask. I scratched the hair near my ear and nodded.
“It’s fucking hard.”
Compared to nights with customers, it was like survival training versus basic drills.
For one thing, the physical toll was insane. After getting toyed with by Lee Kangjoo’s hands and cock, I was completely drained, collapsing wherever I could—floor or bed. Most nights, I’d pass out before I could even tell him to take care on his way out.
“But it’s doable.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. You were kind of right.”
“About what?”
“That it feels fucking good.”
My earlobes burned like a kid confessing his first wet dream. I hurriedly pulled my helmet on to hide my flushed face. When I glanced at the bike mirror, Yohan was standing there with his mouth hanging open.
“Got a call. Hey, I’m heading out.”
Before he could fire off more questions, I kicked off the ground and sped away. I’d get an earful later—but that was a problem for future me.
