RB 62

Eunho added his hand. His face showed that he had braced himself. His fingers twitched as they held the flesh.

“Chairman, I will try my best.”

Eunho spoke carefully, holding his sex.

“The first time is hard for everyone. You might feel frustrated with me… even if yours doesn’t get hard.”

The preface was long. Yeorok furrowed his brows and gave him an indifferent look.

“What exactly are you trying to say?”

“Please don’t scold me. I will do better next time.”

“You’re laying it on thick.”

Yeorok let out a dry laugh. Starting off with excuses showed how little confidence he had. Yeorok hadn’t expected any special skill from Eunho anyway. Instead of replying, he only spread his legs wider.

Eunho crawled on his knees and moved closer. A moment later, he had completely gone between Yeorok’s legs and settled there.

Eunho brought his lips to the tip while holding the flesh. When he rubbed the tip with his rough, chapped lips, he felt the cock in his hand stiffen slightly.

Contrary to his worry, it reacted every time he touched it, which only surprised him. Curiosity soon outweighed any reluctance. His head spun from nervousness and trembling, and his thoughts blurred.

Unaware of whether it was improper, Eunho carefully observed Choi Yeorok’s private part. The flesh hanging there resembled its owner, handsome. From the weight in his palm to the thickness and length, nothing about it was ordinary. Even in its unaroused state, its size was obvious.

Eunho calmed his breath and buried his face in Yeorok’s groin. Freshly washed, the space between his legs smelled of soap. The lewd musk unique to male genitals mixed to the scent tickled Eunho’s nose.

Eunho licked from the base to the tip as though painting with a brush. At the end, he took the rounded tip into his mouth. Its bulk filled his mouth enough to startle him, but since he had practiced with a dildo, he managed to open wider without difficulty.

He deliberately drooled to wet the dry flesh. Once the cock shaft was coated in saliva, Eunho lowered his head further and swallowed it. Even as the foreign object pressed the root of his tongue, he did not gag. He controlled his breathing and repeated taking it in and out.

It was no different from repetitive exercise. Sucking until he made it release, that was all. Even beginner tutorials didn’t teach special tricks, and the only skill Eunho had was diligence.

He sucked and sucked until Yeorok’s cock was soaked with saliva. Sometimes he pushed the tip near his throat, but only for two or three seconds. He had to be glad that the cock was at least hardening.

As Yeorok said, a man’s sex would get hard as long as it was stimulated, so even Eunho’s clumsy service made it half-erect. And that much made it fill out more in his mouth. The harder it grew, the more his teeth scraped it. He tried to be careful, but some of it was unavoidable.

Eunho had thought the practice dildo was exaggerated. He wondered if such a size even existed. But Yeorok’s surpassed it. With such a huge piece of flesh in his mouth, Eunho’s lips split and his jaw ached.

“My cock… is going to tear.”

Yeorok remarked in a flat tone. Eunho rolled his eyes up. He wanted to answer, but with his mouth full of cock, all he could do was blink.

Yeorok’s face only showed boredom. Resting his head lazily on his hand, he sent a crooked gaze toward Eunho, who was sucking him.

“You said you practiced a lot, is this really your best, Sim Eunho-ssi?”

“……”

Eunho carefully let the cock slip from his mouth. His lips was wet with spit. Looking down, Yeorok’s cock was equally drenched.

Eunho bit down lightly on his lower lip. Spit mixed with a trace of blood seeped out from his stinging flesh.

“Was it… not good?”

“What do you think?”

“But… it did get hard.”

An erection was in front of his eyes. Wasn’t that proof of arousal? Eunho’s gaze flicked between the cock and Yeorok’s face, looking quite wronged.

Yeorok answered shortly without hesitation.

“Masturbating would be better.”

The merciless judgment made Eunho’s lashes droop. He had tried so hard… his mouth hurt this much… Complaints filled his mouth but never left it.

Yeorok let out a sigh. He poked Eunho’s forehead with his index finger, making the tearful eyes look back at him again.

Then he slowly rubbed his glans with that same finger. Because Eunho had sucked so much, thick saliva clung to his fingertip.

“Don’t just suck blindly. Use your tongue to go over it evenly.”

Eunho followed Yeorok’s finger with his tongue. When he circled the rim of the glans, Eunho licked it accordingly. When he drew down the shaft, Eunho traced it.

His tongue trailed after the finger wherever it went. Focusing only on Yeorok’s fingertip, Eunho ended up licking every part of his cock.

“Now take it in again.”

Eunho obediently took the glans into his mouth. “Poke the slit with your tongue,” he gave the lewd order, and Eunho moved his tongue to match. He was so focused he had no room for shame.

“Think of it as kissing me. Lick it like that. Now you’re using your tongue well.”

“……”

“I can tell what you learned from videos. You need to apply it.”

Yeorok brushed Eunho’s bangs back in an encouraging gesture. As he rubbed Eunho’s tense brow, his voice turned gentler.

With his mouth full of the glans, Eunho moved his tongue. Sometimes he pulled it out to lick the wet shaft. He traced the thick veins with his tongue and then carefully sucked the glans again. Absorbing what he had been taught like a sponge, making it his own, made Yeorok’s eyes narrow faintly.

The effect of one-on-one instruction was clear. Eunho moved his tongue well and diligently followed Yeorok’s directions. His skill was clumsy, but it gradually heightened Yeorok’s arousal.

“Tighten your mouth more when you suck.”

Yeorok occasionally gave instructions while gently stroking Eunho’s head as it moved up and down in his lap.

Since Eunho was the type who improved with praise, his technique quickly advanced. The way he used his tongue and tightened at the right time fit Yeorok’s preferences.

A moment later, languid breaths escaped over Eunho’s crown. Feeling Yeorok’s excitement, Eunho was aroused in turn.

As he quickened the pace, the tip suddenly poked his uvula. The sudden gag reflex made Eunho squeeze his eyes shut. He took a deep breath through his nose. He barely calmed the nausea, when a cool palm covered the back of his head.

“Can you take more?”

The hand pressed on his head gently but firmly. Eunho glanced down at the base of the cock he held. What he hadn’t yet managed to fit in was still as much as his palm.

His eyes shut. He was already overwhelmed. Yeorok’s fully erect cock was beyond what Eunho could handle. Yet his head nodded on its own.

Eunho relaxed his whole body and opened his throat. Lowering his head deeper, the tip, which had already reached his tongue’s root, slipped little by little into his throat.

“Haa, hmm, hng.”

His breath became ragged. As he swallowed and withdrew, drool streamed from the corners of his mouth. The deeper he took it, the wetter his reddened eyes became.

His chest heaved as his airway was blocked. As the suffocating feeling repeated, Eunho unconsciously scratched Yeorok’s thigh, showing his struggle with his whole body.

“Is it hard? Should I stop?”

Yeorok rubbed his flushed nape. His voice was as gentle as his touch.

Eunho’s fingers hesitated. Instead of answering, he pushed the cock deeper into his mouth. He felt that if he gave up here, he might never get another chance. The suffocating pain was easier to endure than Yeorok’s disappointed gaze would be.

Slowly but calmly swallowing, Eunho made Yeorok lean back against the sofa. A flushed sigh escaped his lips.

Sim Eunho’s mouth was naturally small, so the tightness was intense. And once his throat opened, the cock’s root was wrapped in slick mucosa. His soft tongue propped the shaft, and his ridged palate scraped the skin without pause.

Sometimes his teeth touched it. Strangely, it was pleasant every time his sensitive skin grazed Eunho’s canines. If that could be called talent, it was a strange one. That such clumsy service could bring him close to climax was hard to believe.

Yeorok tilted his head back and held Eunho’s head buried in his crotch. Sliding his fingers through the strands, he felt hid hot, damp scalp.

He pressed on the back of Eunho’s head and moved his hips slowly. Eunho’s nose pushed again and again into Yeorok’s groin. Harsh sounds came with the rough thrusts into his forced-open throat.

From that point, Eunho surrendered his will and released all strength in his body. Only his fingers, clutching Yeorok’s knees, tightened hard enough for the joints to stand out.

With every plunge, Yeorok’s cock swelled more monstrously. Eunho had already reached his limit, nearly fainting. Just as his consciousness flickered, the cock that had been pounding his mouth pulled out abruptly, releasing hot semen over his tongue.

“Ghk, hff, khh!”

Eunho coughed as he choked. His thin back heaved pitifully. From his gaping mouth, spit and semen dripped together. He tried to catch his breath in the chaos.

“Sim Eunho-ssi.”

A surprisingly composed voice sounded above his head.

Eunho barely gathered his scattered mind. Choi Yeorok’s face was calm, nothing like a man who had just climaxed. He looked completely put together, unlike Eunho, who was left in tatters.

“Straighten your back.”

Eunho forced his exhausted body upright. His head kept drooping from dizziness, but he held the sofa and sat properly.

He looked pitiful. His lips were split and wounded, his chin smeared with spit and semen. With his mouth full of semen, he didn’t know what to do and only held it there.

“What are you going to do with that?”

“……”

“Swallow it or spit it out, one or the other.”

Yeorok touched Eunho’s lips, telling him to decide.