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Perspective Gok
I believe someone must want to ask why I did not call someone from home to pick me up. Well, you see, let me explain the situation at my home first.
If I call my Mâe... she will want to talk to Phîi Pong, ask how I ended up here, what mischief I have been up to, what trouble I have caused for him. And Phîi Pong probably would not lie to an adult about me skipping school and almost getting hit by a car. Therefore, my fate would be my Mâe scolding me, and possibly a curfew on my return home times.
And most importantly... she would refuse to buy me sweets for a whole month!
Ask me how I can predict this so accurately? I have been through it before! The last time I was called to the discipline office, I almost went crazy because my Mâe banned sweets! But she bought them, alright. Thong Yip, Thong Yod, Foi Thong—these are some of my top favorites. But she bought them for the dog. Yes, Âi Moo ate them right in front of me, taunting me.
And if I call my Phô... he will not scold me, but he will become overly friendly with Phîi Pong. Furthermore, he will invite him to drink at our house. The more he sees Phîi Pong as an adult who can drink without my Mâe scolding him for corrupting a youth, the more he will enjoy becoming close with my friend. And just think, even being together in the cake shop makes me hard over and over. If he goes to my house... ooh, I do not even want to imagine the state of affairs, how many times a day would this world-famous inflatable tube man become erect?
No way, absolutely not. I do not trust myself at all when Phîi Pong is nearby!
I refuse to let my Phô and Mâe know this dark secret of mine!
Therefore, the only thing I, Gok, can do is...
"Phô, Gok is sleeping at a friend's house tonight," I say.
If I call my Mâe, she will interrogate me about whose house, but if I call my Phô,
[Oh, okay, if you're staying over, don't bother the host too much. If you want to drink, come drink at our place.]
Phô, stop acting like a saint in the eyes of those shit-lizards! If you want to drink yourself, just say so! I roll my eyes. Seriously, won't you worry about your son at all, asking whose house he's staying at? Well, but it's better this way. Don't ask too much. I don't want the trouble. Too lazy to explain. Otherwise, my head will hurt even more. So, I end the conversation with my Phô.
"Then Gok is hanging up now. Phô, tell Mâe for me, okay? Don't forget, or Mâe will kill me," I say.
[Hahaha! Yeah, good, good. Tonight it's just the two of us, Phûa and Mia... I'm done for!]
Let's just say I do not want to know about my parents' nighttime life, and my Phô does not need to reveal it in front of me. Therefore, I hang up, even though I want to drag the conversation with my Phô out a little longer for a very simple reason... I don't dare look at the homeowner!!!
The person who is walking down from the loft, drying his hair, with a smiling face.
"Finished talking with your home? Should I confirm with the adults that you are staying over at my house?" Phîi Pong says.
Phîi Pong is bloody fucking the best person in society, so caring and concerned, making a bad person like me feel secretly guilty. It is not anything else, at this point I am not looking at Phîi Pong's face... I am looking at his body instead!
What kind of shit-lizard man is this, who looks cool even in pajamas!
Right now Phîi Pong is wearing a full set of pajamas. What do you call this slippery, shiny fabric? I think it is dark blue satin that bloody fucking suits his tall build and broad shoulders perfectly. Wearing long pants makes his legs look damn long, so damn enviable. Not to mention his hairstyle, tousled and falling around his sharp face, with his big hand rubbing it vigorously in a manner that can only be called... damn manly.
Ugh.
Why am I swallowing my saliva, just from looking at a man in pajamas!
When I glance at myself...
Ouch, so pathetic!!!
I want to bare my fangs in embarrassment. Just think, Phîi Pong wears pajamas and looks damn good, but I, who had to borrow Phîi Pong's T-shirt to wear, almost have the sleeve falling off one shoulder. And don't even mention the pajama pants; if I wore the ones here, they would be so long they'd cover my feet. I would step on the hem with every step. So I had to borrow Phîi Pong's boxers to wear.
Yes, you heard right. Boxers, I mean, men's underwear!
The most pathetic part is, even though they are Phîi Pong's shorter boxers (which, thankfully, he said are new and never worn, otherwise I would definitely have a case of stealing boxers to take home and play with), when I wear them, it's a disaster! The hem only extends just a little past the hem of the sleep shirt!
Ouch, I must look absolutely disgusting for Phîi Pong to be looking me over from head to toe like this.
"What are you looking at!?" I say.
I do not answer the question, but instead use a bratty tone to cover my embarrassment. This is not even including the shame of having Phîi Pong play with my nipples earlier. It is a good thing he excused himself to take a shower, so I had to rely on Ohm, let the hard thing shrivel, chanting the spell almost ten times before the swollen thing could deflate!
"Looking at a cute person," he says.
Thud.
I swear I am not embarrassed!
Really! My face is not really hot!
While Phîi Pong fears that words alone are not enough, he walks over and stops in front of me, as I try to avoid his gaze like a madman. I do not know how he looks at me, but suddenly he...
He slips his hands under my armpits and... lifts me.
Shit-lizard, do you think I am a Blythe doll or something, lifting me until my feet are off the ground, you damned-animal!
"Hey, Phîi Pong, put me down!!!" I say.
I grip Phîi Pong's arm very tightly, because I am afraid of falling, you see. My mouth shouts, but Phîi Pong just smiles widely and laughs softly. He tosses me up a little higher, sweeps his eyes over my face and body, and then stops at the side of the collar that has fallen off my shoulder. And this kind of gaze makes me even more... embarrassed.
"Phîi Pong!!!" I call out loudly to cover my embarrassment, to make him come to his senses and agree to put me down on the floor again. And then...
Pat pat.
You're patting my head again! Do you think I am your toy!!!
"I am sorry, Nong Gok. You probably do not like it when I treat you like a youth. But I just feel that you look really cute wearing an outfit like this... Do not be angry with me," he says. The urge to snap at his face is swallowed in my throat immediately upon encountering the sincere smile of the man in front of me, leaving behind only the burning hot face of a bad person who turns to look away.
"Crazy, why would I be angry over something like this," I say.
You are the crazy one. Why am I so damn embarrassed just by this?
I once said I would never wear an outfit like this, right, because it is not cool at all.
But when Phîi Pong compliments me as cute, wearing an oversized shirt that barely covers my thighs... is not so bad, is it?
"Alright, let us go to sleep. I have to wake up early tomorrow," he says.
What did Phîi Pong just say? I did not hear, because my mind is focused on the divine hand that grabs my hand to hold. And I am sorry, I truly lose, you see. This big, rough, warm hand enveloping my hand makes my hand look small in comparison. So when he leads me, I just stare intently at the good thing that makes me feel amazing. Before I know it... again.
I am following this cake shop owner up to his bedroom again!
"Hey, I can sleep on the sofa!" I say, shaking my hand vigorously. It is not that I am reluctant, but, Phîi, I do not trust myself at all!
But this time, Phîi Pong does not let go. He holds my hand very tightly, looks at me with a concerned expression, and also shakes his head firmly.
"No way. Nong Gok is a guest. How can I let a guest sleep on the sofa? It is not comfortable. Sleep here. I will go sleep on the sofa myself," he says.
"Hey, no!" I say.
I shout, of course. How can the homeowner sleep on the sofa? Another thing, Phîi Pong is so much taller than me. This afternoon when I slept, the sofa was just long enough for me. If Phîi Pong sleeps there, his legs will definitely hang off.
I am not secretly hoping to sleep in the same bed as him, really! I do not want to know at all if his cool body and warm physique would be more comfortable to snuggle against than Moo's belly. I am just being considerate, truly.
Was my voice too high just now?
"No, Phîi Pong sleeps here!" I say.
Phîi Pong shakes his head with a damn serious expression.
"I will not allow Nong Gok to sleep on the sofa. It is my fault for forgetting to start the laundry, and it is also my fault for letting Pam take the car. If I had been more careful, I should have driven you home. Nong Gok would have been able to go home to sleep. Let me atone for my mistake," he says.
Why is Phîi Pong so bloody fucking good like this? Seriously, will you really blame yourself based on my words?
I feel guilt rushing through me more intensely than the awkwardness of being teased. I become the one who flips my hand to grip Phîi Pong's wrist, and I truly hate myself because my heart is beating so hard when I say...
"Then let's just sleep together, Phîi," I say.
Why are you so excited, you damn Gok! He has already rubbed your raisins. Just sleeping in the same bed... Ouch, so childish!
So childish. My legs are shaking like just after I finish.
While Phîi Pong looks at me as if to say 'Are you sure?', and I... nod until my head is a mess.
"Okay, then. Nong Gok, you sleep first. I will go turn off the lights," he says. Once he says that, I dart onto the bed, wanting to escape reality by sleeping, damn it. But the reality is, I slept for several hours this afternoon; there is no way I will fall asleep in the few minutes it takes Phîi Pong to turn off the lights. So, when Phîi Pong walks back up to the loft and steps close to the bed, my heart shakes like a vibrator on its highest setting... I have never actually tried one, I just think it seems similar.
I do not know if I am imagining it, but when the room lights are dim, leaving only the light at the head of the bed, the shadow of Phîi Pong's large figure... is damn charming.
The tall man steps in with steady footsteps. When he steps close to the floor-level bed, he first drops down to sit on the edge of the mattress, turning his back to me to set the alarm on his phone, allowing me, who has claimed the side of the bed near the balcony, to see his broad back moving. The soft pajama fabric clinging to his muscles makes me see the movement clearly—both agile, strong, beautiful, and... tempting to taste.
Am I crazy? What am I thinking about!
I pull the blanket up to cover everything but my eyes, using them to stare fixedly at Phîi Pong's movements until he places his phone by the head of the bed, turns off the light, and turns to face me.
The moment the room lights go out, I cannot see anything at all. I only hear the rustling sound of fabric rubbing together and the movement of a large object settling down on the mattress. I only see the shadow of that thing moving a little closer, turning to face this way, and then I see... shiny eyes in the darkness looking straight at me.
"With the lights off, I cannot see Nong Gok's face at all," he says.
"Th... there's no need to see it anyway," I say, my voice trembling.
Why am I expecting something?
Something that I do not know what it is.
Any second now, Phîi Pong will pat my head, grab my cheek!
I am not being self-centered, but Phîi Pong likes to touch me, you see. Both my cheeks and my head, he's always patting them, I do not know why he's so fond of me. So I refuse to close my eyes, looking at the person who is lying on his side facing me, while my eyes have now adjusted to the darkness, until I see Phîi Pong give a faint smile.
"Good night," he says.
And then... he just closes his eyes.
Why is that it, Phîi!!!
Phîi Pong has bloody fucking closed his eyes! He's pulled the blanket up to his chest! He's snuggled into his pillow! He's acting like he's going to sleep! Leaving me staring, not understanding why I feel extremely disappointed. I should be happy that I do not have to shake my head and say 'stop, stop' while my treacherous body lunges for him every time. But when Phîi Pong does not do anything, my mouth immediately droops.
You're really not going to do anything? Not even a little head pat, Phîi?
I shake my head vigorously, because I feel like I am thinking crazy thoughts. It is good that he is not doing anything, right? So I close my eyes too, telling myself that I should be relieved that I did not accidentally do anything else shameful. If he pats me, I get hard. If he does not pat me, I lie flat like this, which is good. But... I cannot sleep, damn it.
Time passes
I do not know how many minutes have passed, but I open my eyes in the darkness again, turn to look beside me, and find Phîi Pong breathing rhythmically. But my heart... is it rapping? If it can beat this fast.
I apologize because I slept too long in the afternoon, not because I am excited about sleeping next to a man!
A damned-animal handsome man who shakes the manliness out of me.
I turn over to look at Phîi Pong again. Even though it is dark, he is very handsome, truly handsome. So handsome even when asleep, until I hesitate a little, raise my hand and wave it in front of his face, to make sure Phîi Pong is asleep, and then slowly move a little closer to the large figure.
Is it because I cannot sleep?
Is it because I am a youth who is curious and wants to experiment?
Is it because when someone tests my curiosity, I want to act?
I really want to know why I want to touch Phîi Pong's chest so much that I stored it away to dream about.
Now I have reduced the distance between Phîi Pong and me to just a little, very close, so close that our arms under the blanket almost touch. I can feel just the warm aura emanating from the cake shop owner's body, and now my gaze is... lowering.
My eyes, and... Phîi Pong's long neck. Since he is sleeping snuggled on one side of the pillow, the other side is fully exposed to me.
Snap.
Every time I want to be a shit-lizard, I cannot stop myself from licking my lips.
I reach my hand out, wanting to play with the warm skin of Phîi Pong's neck with my fingers, until I have to move my body a little closer. But it is not my hand that touches first, it is...
"Ah," I let out a soft sound in my throat when I move and touch... a leg.
It is not that our legs are entangled or anything like that. Just the tip of my foot touches the tip of Phîi Pong's foot, and it is... very warm.
I have cold feet, so when I encounter warmth like this, I look away from the neck to look at the feet covered by the blanket. I glance back at the face of the sleeping person again, confident that he is definitely asleep, and...
Stop everything you're thinking right now, Gok!
Whoosh.
My mind tells me to stop, but my leg is already rubbing against Phîi Pong's foot!
So thrilling, damn it.
I cannot control myself. When my toes rub against Phîi Pong's ankle, I feel a thrilling, swooning sensation. It is like when a roller coaster is moving at its highest point. It is not unpleasant, just exciting, just very thrilling, and it is so warm that my misbehaving leg becomes fond of it and moves to rub my heel against Phîi Pong's ankle.
Now I am gripping the blanket very tightly, bending down even though I cannot see my own feet, only able to imagine that I am wiggling my toes to rub against Phîi Pong's toes, letting our ankles touch. And I feel very good, so good that I bite my lip, hold my breath in excitement, wanting to slide my knee in to rub against Phîi Pong's knee more than this. The pajama pants of Phîi Pong are not an obstacle at all, because the fabric is so slippery. When it touches the bare skin on my thighs... I truly swoon.
"Nn," I let out a soft sound in my throat. I want to rub more... I want to rub more than this.
The thought that makes me... slide my knee between the two legs of Phîi Pong, who is lying on his side.
Let me play a little more and then I will sleep, Phîi, please, just a little.
My knee is being pressed by Phîi Pong's two legs, until I move a little, letting the slippery fabric rub against my leg.
"Nn," the sound escapes, and I am about to let out a panting sound, if not for...
"Nong Gok, what are you doing?" he says.
Thud.
The moment Phîi Pong's voice sounds from above my head, the boldness that made me so daring with him... where did it go, you damned courage!
Now I am still, I am frozen, I am shocked. I did not think he would wake up. No, my brain is trying to trick itself into thinking Phîi Pong did not wake up. And then raw instinct dominates, making me do something embarrassing, damn embarrassing, damn shameful, I should just kill myself to escape the guilt, that would be better!
And you know how I defend myself?
"Krr... krok... krokkkkk," I say.
Shit-lizard, was my brain born from a damn water buffalo root or something? Snoring at him!
A snore like a pig with a cold, too. Krr, krok, krok... utterly monstrous!
Of course, I close my eyes tightly, better to pretend to be sound asleep. My legs are stiff and honest, not daring to rub anymore. I hear Phîi Pong leaning up to look. I do not know if he believes it, but...
Whoosh.
Why are you sliding your leg in to entangle with mine, damn it!
I only slid my knee in a little, but Phîi Pong's slides in deep until our thighs rub together. His hand also lifts to hug around my waist, but the most shit-lizard thing... his other hand is rubbing my thigh near my butt cheek!!!
Don't rub, Phîi! I cannot hold back the sound.
I bite my lip very hard, thinking Phîi Pong knows I am pretending to sleep. But...
"Is the A/C too cold? Your body is ice cold," Phîi Pong mutters to himself, and then rubs my leg, giving me more warmth than before. And he does not just rub my leg; I do not know if he is afraid I am cold, he slips his hand inside the hem of the boxers!!!
There!!! Let me emphasize again that the boxers are short.
Therefore, Phîi Pong's hand is rubbing... my butt cheek.
He is both rubbing and kneading, and my butt is so soft, you see.
You have rubbed it until it is hot.
Hot in the front, not the back!
Besides, has Phîi Pong forgotten? His hands are sex-activating potions. And this rubbing method is so sensual, until I hold back sounds until sweat drips, hold my breath until I almost die. My face and whole body are starting to get extremely hot, which is good in a way... Phîi Pong thinks I am starting to recover from the cold.
So you think I'm snuggling because I'm cold? Ouch, you good person!
I want to shout, but damn, just holding back the sounds of my base desires is hard enough. I can only pant in my throat, swallow my moans, let him rub, and the thing that makes it impossible for me to sleep the most...
"Sweet dreams, Nong Gok," he says.
Phîi Pong kissed my forehead!
I want to cry out to shake the world, I want to blame God, are you crazy for creating a person like this?... Rubbing me until I desire, and then ending with warmth. A bad person like me feels extremely guilty for thinking evil thoughts about such a good person!!!
Damn, I definitely will not sleep! My baby definitely will not sleep! And, Phîi, I beg you, I will not play with your feet anymore. Please stop rubbing my butt, I am so sensitive, really!
Let me ask you, do you think I will fall asleep? Ask from your heart, answer from your heart, come on.
Yes, I will not sleep, damn it! Who could fall asleep!!!
From the moment Phîi Pong rubbed my butt, rubbed my legs, until he stopped rubbing, changed to holding me still, and then fled into sleep to escape the guilt. Okay, okay, I know that this happened because I provoked him first, but Meow.
Right? He thought I was cold, so he rubbed me until I was awake, and then gave me the full view all night long. After that, he抢先 fell asleep just like that.
As for what I can do, I can only lie there stiffly, close my eyes tightly, trying to call out to my precious Phô and Mâe to help their elephant child, struggling for a long time until the thing that is uncomfortable deflates. To be honest, it is very difficult, since Phîi Pong is holding me tightly, his hand resting on my back, I can feel the heat of his body transmitting through the fabric.
Let us just say I recited many rounds of prayers before I could fall asleep. There was a moment when I actually dozed off, but I had to startle awake again when Phîi Pong hugged me tighter than before, putting his leg over me as if I were a pillow. That is not all, he also dropped his head down to snuggle against my head until I was fully awake... wide-eyed this time.
Therefore, when the sun begins to resume its duties, when light begins to paint the sky, I think it is time to get up.
I will quickly shower, quickly change clothes, quickly go to school. Today I will be a good kid, the first one in the classroom, wait and see, even before the homeroom teacher arrives!
I decide firmly before managing to pull Phîi Pong's arm, which is draped over my waist, back onto his own body properly. I use force to push the leg that is thrown over me back to lying flat as before. It is good that he just groans low in his throat and agrees to roll onto his back. The rest is easy for me to get up with my messy, fluffy hair and look back at the homeowner.
I am wondering... very much.
"Why did I endure sleeping all night, damn it?" I say.
That is right. If I did not want to sleep with him, once Phîi Pong was asleep, I could have just escaped to sleep on the sofa. But here I am, willing to recite 'rising, falling' all night in order to snuggle my face against his chest. If I am not blaming others to escape guilt too much... I like the warmth that Phîi Pong radiates to me.
His chest is comfortable to snuggle against, but... when will I be able to calm my heart and sleep snuggled against his chest quietly, damn it?
Gulp.
"Shit-lizard, Gok! And why do you want to snuggle quietly, damn it!" I think.
That is right. Right now, Phîi Pong and I only have a small agreement together, stemming from him pitying my lustful nature, by offering his hand as a tool to create happiness. That is all. But I am starting to have wild thoughts to the extent that I want to truly sleep soundly snuggled against Phîi Pong's chest.
This thought is so damn scary that I have to hug myself hard, rub vigorously, not afraid of ruining my coolness. Then I look at the person on the bed again.
Phîi Pong is still asleep, while a faint stubble is beginning to be visible on his chin. Even though it looks less neat and clean than usual, damn it... my heart is beating like crazy, which is a sign that things are definitely not good.
But here we go again. The curiosity and desire to experiment is here again.
I have a suspicion greater than why I stored his chest away to dream about... I want to prove the dream from that night.
No, no, not whether Phîi Pong's raisins are delicious, but whether... the size of the ice cream is real or not.
The thought makes me brave yet afraid. But, hey, having come this far, I am embarrassed beyond any other embarrassment. Another thing, Phîi Pong is still sound asleep. This time I am confident because if he were awake, he would have gotten up by now. Until I have to crawl onto the bed again, slowly pull the blanket that covers up to his chest away slowly.
You look, then you immediately run away, okay, Gok?
Okay, okay, once proven, run away immediately, right?
Let us just say my brain is swollen; it is starting to talk to itself. While my hand pulls the comforter until it is clear of the tall body of the cake shop owner.
"Just like in the dream," I say.
The final barrier... the pajama pants with the elastic waistband.
I swallow hard. Why? It's bulging.
Phîi Pong respects the flagpole, doesn't he!
Other men certainly would not be as excited as I am. Well, for other men, but I am shaking. Why, you ask? Because Phîi Pong is respecting the flagpole, which means I will get to see the real size, or at least a simulated real size!
Therefore, I take a deep breath.
Even though I did not study in the science track, I really want to test this hypothesis, I comfort myself one last time. I slowly move my hand to the elastic waistband and make contact. My fingers are pinching the edge of the pants now. I only need to pull them up. I have to glance at Phîi Pong's face again.
In my dream, Phîi Pong was awake, wasn't he?
Yet he is still motionless, still sound asleep, so much so that he does not care that his shirt has ridden up, revealing his abdominal muscles and a line of dark hair.
Screw it.
Fwoosh!!!
This time, words like stunned, amazed, or astonished are not enough!!!
I may have seen AV stars' junk many times before, but believe me, no instance was as breathtaking as this one. I look as if a spotlight is shining directly on what is hidden beneath the pants. And Phîi Pong is bloody fucking only wearing sleep pants! He is not wearing any underwear or anything inside to restrict it and make it hard to breathe.
I understand that when sleeping, one wants to be comfortable and let things loose, but this is exposing it for me to see... all of it.
It is premium, wow! Oh my god! A giant-sized ice cream! No, no, this must be jumbo size, and even coated in chocolate!
I do not know why I am trembling, but I am reaching my other hand in now, until the thought that seeing it would make me pull back disappears somewhere, I only know... please let me just touch it, Phîi.
Right at the moment when...
Ding ding dingding, ding, ding, ding!
Gasp!
In that second, I startle with a gasp, because that nuisance sound is... an alarm clock!!!
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