#100

It wasn’t that I intended to do anything in the shower. I locked the door only because I didn’t want anyone else to see the man’s naked body. It wasn’t like I was deliberately thinking of other things, but before I even got around to lathering myself with soap, I hugged him. As soon as I held him, the man, as if he’d been waiting, pressed his body against mine.

The showerhead roared, spraying water. The sound drowned out our panting. The sound of our bodies rubbing against each other, the sounds of our ragged breaths, like puppies, the sloppy sounds of our lips and tongues entwining—all were muffled.

I pinned the man against the wall. It was I who turned his body, pressing his arms against the wall, and it was I who pressed my knees against his hamstrings. Defenseless, with his back to me, the man gasped for breath, his left cheek pressed against the wall.

I pressed my penis against his buttocks. Then I inserted my erection into his butt crack. I’d done this before, so it was natural and skillful. The only difference was that the man’s buttocks were smaller and more muscular than any I’d experienced before. They were just as white and luscious.

I rubbed my penis against his small buttocks until they turned red, then knelt down. His white, luscious buttocks filled my vision. Straightening my upper body, I mercilessly bit into his buttocks.

The man let out a muffled groan, “Ugh.” I could see him turning his head to look down at what I was doing. I looked up at him, gave a smirk, and this time, I thrust my tongue into his buttocks.

It was plump and delicious. So delicious it felt like my whole body was melting. I sucked on the flesh with my lips, making sucking sounds. Then, unable to bear it any longer, I bit him again. Every time I licked and bit with my tongue and teeth, the man’s buttocks trembled uncontrollably. His buttocks tensed. Every time he tensed, small dimples formed on his cheeks. I buried my face in those dimples and rubbed against them.

The man reacted sensitively to my touch. Every time dimples formed on his buttocks, every small or large tremor, I also gasped for breath in excitement. Not content with licking and kissing, I roughly grabbed his buttocks with both hands. When I spread his buttocks wide, his crack appeared. I buried my face in that crack. Water overflowed from the crack. The man struggled.

“Mr. Taeheon, there… stop, ugh.”

He tried to twist away, but I wouldn’t let him. I firmly grasped his pelvis with both hands and sucked the water flowing down his butt crack. It was insanely delicious. Sweet, so sweet. With my mouth, tongue, and lips, I explored that moist place, making sucking sounds. The more I drank, the thirstier I became. No matter how much I drank, my thirst remained. Before I knew it, I was sucking on his hole. The area with its pink wrinkles was flushed red.

Even though I knew it was an excretory organ, it wasn’t dirty at all. Like other men, I was crazy about buttocks and breasts, but that was it. Licking his anus was something that could never have been in my dictionary. I had a feeling close to disgust; it was like a non-existent part of his body. Yet, I was licking and sucking it with my tongue, of my own volition.

Far from being disgusting, it was so good, so insanely good, that my mind was clouded. The man’s buttocks were no different from a spring. I pressed my tongue against his butt crack and savored the flowing liquid. Ah, it was sweet. So sweet it filled my body, mind, and soul.

I would make it never dry up. I would make it flow endlessly for life.

I made this vow and pressed my tongue against the hole, licking vigorously. I sucked and licked diligently, making sure the man could hear me. I rubbed my face against him, almost obscenely.

The man twisted his body. He whimpered, telling me to stop. I slapped his buttocks to tell him to stay still. Then he calmed down.

Then I noticed the man’s legs. They were slender but of different lengths. My gaze followed his legs. He was standing precariously. It must have been difficult to stand on legs that were not balanced.

I looked down at his feet. His right foot was firmly planted on the ground, but his left foot, which was slightly shorter, had its heel lifted. Why was he supporting himself on his toes, when he could simply lower his heel? I wondered that amidst all this.

I lowered my buttocks and bent down, kissing his left foot. The man was startled and lifted his foot, but I held his ankle to prevent him from doing so. Again, he supported himself on his toes. I tightened my grip on his ankle. Until his heel touched the ground, until he stood firmly on both feet.

Then his whole body tilted to one side. His balanced buttocks became slanted. That imbalance, that slanted body, was beautiful. The man turned his head to look down. I stopped him from lifting his foot again.

“It’s beautiful. So stay like that.”

I shouted, looking up at him.

I bent down, almost prostrating myself, and kissed his left ankle. I moved upwards, pressing my lips against his slightly curved calf and the hamstring tensed with strain. With sucking sounds, I traced the muscle that ran along his thigh, moving upwards.

I gathered the flesh beneath the man’s lean buttocks and held it in my mouth. With a sucking sound, “Zoop,” the man shuddered. Gasping for breath, I grabbed his buttocks. I licked his left buttock, which was slightly lower than his right, concentrating on it. Then I spread his buttocks again and began to drink from the never-drying spring.

The man moaned. He trembled, creating small dimples on his cheeks.

I explored that place with a persistence that even I found obsessive. Did I like it this much? I laughed. I was going crazy with pleasure. I understood the true meaning of the word “insane.”

My tongue kept touching the hole. I roughly swept it with the blunt end of my tongue, then pressed it with the sharp tip. I was curious. I pulled my face away and carefully examined the place where my cock would enter. It was red from all the licking, but the originally light pink hole was wet and quivering.

Damn. I’m going crazy. The white buttocks and the pink hole looked like a painting. I even felt it was sacred. It was unbelievable that I had thought of this place as dirty. I must have been insane. With a reverent heart, I buried my face there again. This time, I cleaned, wiped, and licked it thoroughly. I caressed it with all my heart.

How long had I been doing this? The man let out a loud moan. He shuddered, exhaling a sigh. He trembled. All of that was conveyed directly to my tongue and mouth. The man came. He reached his climax from my touch alone.

I was so engrossed in that place, flowing with honey and spring water, that I didn’t see the man’s climax. Since I vividly remembered how beautiful the man’s face was at his orgasm, my regret was doubled.

I got up, resentful that the man had come on his own. I abandoned that place, which was spurting honey-like liquid, and roughly turned the man around. He looked at me with a flushed face. His chest, gasping for breath, rose and fell rapidly. I couldn’t bear it. I immediately mixed our tongues. I fiercely embraced him. The man’s hands were in the air.

“Grab me, quickly.”

I commanded in a low voice.

The man grabbed my shoulders.

“Not there, you should grab somewhere else.”

I pointed downwards.

Only then did the man understand and put his hand on my penis. He clasped my penis in his large hand. Then he buried his face in my shoulder. His breath was scorching hot.

I entrusted myself to his hands. The man skillfully manipulated my penis. He had an excellent ability to control the pressure. In other words, he drove me completely insane. I didn’t know he had this ability.

I was so excited that I unconsciously leaned my whole body against him. The man couldn’t support my weight and stumbled back against the wall. Even then, his hands never stopped manipulating me. My mind grew hazy. I let out unrestrained moans, pushing him again and again. The man, with nowhere else to retreat, was pressed against the wall. I let out a low moan, “Ah.”

“Okay, haa, damn. Okay, am I… alright? I’m going crazy.”

I barely regained my composure. I braced myself against the wall with both arms.

The man’s body was trapped in my arms. The man started to move his hands again. Instead of the man, I pressed against the wall with all my might. The wet man was sexier than ever. His bronze skin and smooth flesh were pornographic enough, but with him holding my penis, my mind could only become hazy. It was the ultimate orgasm. The ultimate climax.

I kissed the man. I pressed my lips against his and rolled my tongue around in his mouth. I sucked, licked, and bit repeatedly. My mouth was full of something that was either saliva or water, and I pressed my lips together until I could barely breathe.

Holding his penis was also a natural act. I tried to stroke him the way he had done, but it didn’t work as planned. I was good at masturbating, but I couldn’t understand why this was so difficult. Instead of controlling the rhythm, I gripped him too hard, almost tearing his cock. The man was terrified. He barely managed to pull his penis away from my hand and grumbled. My feeling of guilt was fleeting; I laughed because his grumpy expression was so cute.

“Why are you laughing?”

“Because you’re pretty. No, I’m the pretty one, so I’m handsome.”

“What are you talking about?”

The man mumbled.

I pressed my forehead against his and chuckled.

“I’m sorry. I almost made you a eunuch.”

“This isn’t the time to laugh.”

“What can I do, it’s funny. Sorry, I’ll really go easy this time.”

I grabbed his cock again.

This time, I gently touched it as if I were holding jelly, without using any force. Of course, that was only at first; soon, I was using more force. I also put his cock back in his hand. We were intertwined, fucking each other. Fucking each other. That’s the only way I can describe it.

The showerhead continued to pour water. The two soaked men embraced each other and danced. It was like a blues, or a tango. Or maybe performance art. When one moaned loudly, the other moaned along. When one arched their back and roared, the other did the same. They sprayed milky white liquid towards each other’s genitals.