By Zephyria 
When I turned around, Gyeoul was nowhere to be seen.
I lowered my head and pressed down on my burning ears, waiting for him. Could it be because the heat from the day hadn’t dissipated? The thought of being together at his place made my heart race again.
I closed my eyes and felt the season. We’ll keep moving forward. Like overcoming winter, holding hands tightly and overcoming any adversity. Just like Gyeoul’s laughter is gradually increasing, someday only happiness will remain.
I caressed the lips that had touched Gyeoul’s. I wanted to touch them deeper, even deeper. I wonder if you’re desiring like this too, like me. So much that my fingertips are tingling.
“…More.”
I want to get closer. How fulfilling would it be to be completely united with you? But I have to be patient. Because Gyeoul wouldn’t do that.
With a heavy heart, I started counting the leaves. His words were like a divine command to me. One, two… As I counted, the lust that had risen gradually subsided. Could he have predicted even this?
Was it when I finished counting the leaves on the third branch? The sound of the bell rang, and I heard Gyeoul’s footsteps. I turned around like a dog blindly waiting. Gyeoul approached me, shaking a black plastic bag.
“Did you count them all?”
“Not yet.”
“How far did you count?”
I definitely counted over 200. I forgot the number as I stared blankly at Gyeoul’s face. When I hesitated and couldn’t answer, Gyeoul playfully sighed.
“I can’t believe it. You didn’t do your homework properly, so I have to punish you.”
“Yeah, anything.”
Anything you give me is sweet. Even if it’s a punishment.
Gyeoul grabbed my hand again, which he had let go of for a moment, and walked quickly. Without knowing why, I was led by Gyeoul and arrived at his house in an instant. Gyeoul muttered in a small voice.
“The ice cream is melting, so I’m in a hurry.”
It sounded like an excuse, but I nodded again. Gyeoul was always right.
When he hurriedly opened the door and entered the hallway, Gyeoul pushed me and overlapped his lips with mine. Hot breaths mixed with my rapidly beating breath. With a wet sound, a soft tongue penetrated the slightly opened gap.
It’s hot. The summer heat had cooled down with the night, but it was boiling so intensely that it felt like I was getting burned. Unlike his appearance, Gyeoul’s mouth was cramped. He twisted the flesh that was tightly intertwined and rubbed it, sucking even harder.
Saliva dripped between ragged breaths. Gyeoul pressed his body tightly against mine, as if cornering me.
Thud, I heard the sound of the plastic bag falling to the floor. My breath was getting shorter and shorter. I have to breathe through my nose… Gyeoul’s hand grabbed my waist. He rubbed his tongue against the roof of my mouth. Goosebumps rose, and my lower body gradually tightened.
Just as my mind was fading from the breath and heat, Gyeoul took his lips away. Ha, ha. I gasped for breath with difficulty. I was ecstatic. I was thirsty.
“Yi-tae is still a Baby. You’ve got a long way to go.”
Gyeoul smiled, tapped my butt, picked up the plastic bag, and went inside. All the strength drained from my body, and I leaned against the door. I felt chills. I was so sensitive that I could feel the hairs standing on end as I focused on the small sensations.
“…Then teach me.”
It wasn’t enough. Gyeoul might have been satisfied with that. My erect cock rubbed against my underwear, pulling at it. I was jealous of the many lovers he had passed by. They must have painted Gyeoul with such beautiful colors.
He stopped walking and turned around. Our gazes intertwined intensely.
Gyeoul smiled first. The sticky air disappeared in an instant. I just blinked stupidly.
“Let’s drink. I bought snacks too.”
“…Really?”
Is this the end? My cock is throbbing like this. My body was burning, and I didn’t know what to do. Gyeoul hummed and took out a can of beer.
I was dumbfounded and lowered my head. What a pathetic sight, expecting something lewd when the other person isn’t even thinking about it, and then being disappointed. I rubbed my dry face with my palm. Shame washed over me.
“Come in quickly. I found something fun while cleaning up yesterday.”
“…Okay.”
I answered dejectedly and took off my shoes. I headed to the table with awkward steps. Gyeoul seemed to have already been captivated by what he was holding. Looking closely, it was a familiar mp3 player.
I thought the exciting feeling had been ruined, but when I saw it, my heart fluttered again. A trip down memory lane after a long time wasn’t bad either. As long as Gyeoul was by my side, anything was fine.
Gyeoul pressed the buttons as if he was amazed by something. He connected it to the speaker he had and suddenly played an audio file.
[Gyeoul, hello. I saw you score a goal today. …You were really good. I felt like you made eye contact with me during the celebration. Was I right? Seeing you attack suddenly made me want to be a striker too…]
A youthful voice echoed in the room. My face turned red in an instant. I could feel my cheeks getting hot. Gyeoul listened to my voice quietly, then suddenly lifted his head and stared at me intently.
“Don’t look, it’s embarrassing.”
I reflexively covered my face with my hands.
“Did you like me back then too?”
When Gyeoul said that, I lowered my hand slightly, and the smiling face that was right in front of me was pretty yet annoying. Embarrassed to make eye contact, I opened a can of beer and poured it straight into my mouth. The sound of gulping replaced my answer.
“Huh?”
But Gyeoul wasn’t easy. He urged me, pressing his body close and urging me to answer. I put down the can and timidly nodded. I didn’t know the taste of alcohol, so my mouth was bitter.
“Cute Baby.”
Gyeoul ruffled my hair wildly. I liked the touch, so I obediently offered my head.
My trembling voice was still coming out of the speaker. I was expressing my affection with my whole body like this. How could Gyeoul not have known my feelings?
“Play yours too… I’m embarrassed to only listen to mine.”
“I’ll think about it. I’ve forgotten how to operate this.”
After pressing the buttons a few times, Gyeoul gave up, put down the mp3 player, and drank beer. I heard the sound of cans clashing.
After that, trivial conversations continued. It was a very interesting conversation for me. Even things like the story of a difficult customer Gyeoul met, or the story of hair loss of a part-time worker we worked with.
As I continued to drink a few sips, I felt a little tipsy.
“Yi-tae.”
“Hmm?”
I wasn’t drunk, but Gyeoul was pretty. His fluttering eyelashes, his soft cheeks. His lips were moderately thick, and his red tongue slightly protruded between them. Ah… I want to kiss him. As I continued to look at his seductive face, my desire stirred again.
The cock that I thought had subsided suddenly gained strength. You pervert. That’s why alcohol is a problem.
“Shall we sleep together today?”
“…Huh?”
I suddenly came to my senses. It couldn’t just mean sleeping.
Gyeoul nonchalantly dropped a bomb. It wasn’t like we were in the mood, and suddenly, after talking about how a 23-year-old part-time worker had a hole the size of a 500 won coin in his head, what was this all about?
“We have to decide who’s getting fucked. I thought it would be hard to decide sober, so I told you to drink. Let’s decide who’s going to play with their dick since we’re both guys.”
“Your statement just sobered me up.”
“Yi-tae, you’re a virgin, right?”
It was a direct hit.
Asking your lover if they’re a virgin. But I couldn’t say no because it was true. Gyeoul must have had dozens of experiences already, but I was too lacking compared to him.
I felt pathetic.
I guess I’m the one who should be on the bottom. He’ll be skilled. …I felt depressed. My emotions were easily agitated because I drank alcohol. I was excited at the thought of having sex with Gyeoul, but suddenly I felt like I had been thrown onto a cold cement floor.
I guess I wanted to hold you all along.
“…Yeah.”
“Then I’ll be your first time.”
“…I guess so.”
Gyeoul’s lips twitched as he looked at me. I could feel him holding back a laugh. Even in this situation, my heart was pounding as if I was nervous. Will it hurt? Gyeoul is skilled, so…
“I’m not a virgin, isn’t that unfair?”
I lowered my gaze and shook my head. There was laughter mixed in his tone. Even that voice made my heart flutter. Was I miserable? It wasn’t to that extent, but since being the first time has meaning, I couldn’t help but feel regretful.
“Really? I think it’s unfair.”
“…”
“Yi-tae.”
“…”
“I’m a bottom for the first time.”
“…Huh?”
I couldn’t understand his words at all. No, I couldn’t believe it. I lifted my head and looked at Gyeoul, who was smiling prettily.
“I’ll teach you. How to top. You’ll be my first. I’ll make you a striker. I have to grant our Baby Yi-tae’s wish.”
First time.
He said he would give me his first time.
My mouth dropped open. For a moment, I felt like I had been possessed by a fox. I felt like I could give him my liver and gallbladder as they were. No, I wanted to give them to him right away.
“Should we pull out first, or should we put on a condom first? The condom is in the bag I bought earlier. I was definitely planning on doing it with you today.”
He suddenly climbed onto my lap and covered my face. He traced the lines with his fingertips and came down, then suddenly pressed my lips hard. His thumb dug into the opened space and groped my tongue. Slowly, he rubbed it with his thumb.
Without realizing it, I licked the thumb that was touching me with my tongue. I could feel Gyeoul flinching. I grabbed his hand with my hand and buried my face in his palm.
“Can I cum on your face?”
I was drunk, and the line was cut off. Desire came out without being filtered. I had been hiding it well until now. Could it be that I got drunk quickly because I was surprised? Gyeoul’s eyes widened at my statement.
“…”
“My cock hurts. Can I borrow your face? I want to rub it.”
“Your mouth was vulgar. I didn’t know.”
“So you don’t like it?”
I rubbed my face as if acting cute. Gyeoul’s lips landed on my lips. I wrapped my arms around his waist and slowly moved my pelvis, rubbing my cock against Gyeoul’s butt. My dick was pulling as if it was about to burst because of my pants. I wanted to put it in anywhere.
“Yi-tae is acting cute with his cock.”