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Perspective Gok
“When people like each other, they must definitely show some signs of liking."
So what are these signs?
“For example, if we get close, he will look flustered."
The conversation with Janjao from the other day echoes throughout my head. And why does it have to be the other day... Who the hell would be brave and shameless enough to go see the man I just realized I like? I definitely need some time to accept it. Plus, most importantly... I am a man!
Therefore, after two full nights of sleeplessness and restlessness, similar to needing to take a shit, today I finally deliberately skip school to come to Phîi Pong's shop.... The shop front looks like it has just opened, because there are no customers inside yet. I only see Phîi Pam arranging cakes in the display fridge.
And why must I come now? Because if I come after school, Phîi Pong will be too busy to have time to look at me!
But Phîi Pong will definitely be angry that I skipped school.
Phîi Pong does not scold me directly. He would probably smile at me like always, but he will look at me with disapproval until I secretly feel guilty. Do not think I spent two nights for nothing. I did think of a plan to come. Yeah, even though I really just spent two full nights jerking off until I came. Moreover.... Phîi Pong's face floated into my mind again, damn it.
Ding-a-ling
“Oh, Nong Gok, how can you come at this time? Aren't you in school?” Phîi Pam looks up upon hearing the door open, so I put on a front-facing smile.
“I woke up late, Phîi Pam. I arrived just in time for P.E. class, and I don't know why, but I feel like I have a fever today, so I thought I'd seek refuge here for an hour. I'll sneak in later after the class is over.”
A perfect excuse, you Gok.
“Are you sick? The other day your face was red too. Should I get you some medicine?"
“It is okay, Phîi. It is okay. I already took some. Oh, anyway, can I have a glass of water.... Can I order a drink now, Phîi?" I may have only been to the front of the shop about twice, but I guess I come too often. Phîi Pam treats me specially. That makes me feel reassured enough to walk over and lean on the counter, and he smiles sweetly.
“Of course. Since Nong Gok is here. Phîi Pong himself said you can order anything."
Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump
Damn, heart, don't beat so fast yet! Just hearing this, not yet!
I truly cannot stop my heart from trembling slightly when I know that Phîi Pong also treats me specially, making me feel hopeful. At least Phîi Pong must be more fond of me than others.
"Then I will have a blended cocoa.”
“But aren't you sick? Having a hot one is better."
Here we go, I forgot, damn it!
I thought my plan was cunning, but I forgot it contradicts itself. Being sick but choosing to order a cold drink is still somewhat suspicious. But the reason I cannot order a hot one is because I have a reason too. However, it is too late now. Phîi Pam has already turned to make my drink, so I have to look left and right.
Every other time, Phîi Pong hears my voice just a little and comes out. Where did he go today? Don't tell me he is not here.
“What about Phîi Pong, Phîi Pam?” I can only whisper softly.
“He is on the second floor. He went down to carry bags of flour. It is manual labor, you know. It is better to let the big-muscled Phîi do it himself.” Phîi Pam says with a laugh in his voice, making me even more hopeful because... he is here!
Gulp
“Here you go. It is a bit hot.”
The ceramic mug containing hot cocoa, steam rising, is placed in front of me, making me take a deep breath, filling my lungs with the soft, fragrant smell.
It smells great. Let me have a sip.
I should restrain myself from touching sweets in this shop when I am with others, but the fragrant smell of my favorite is too tempting for me to stop. So I tell myself I will take just one sip and then proceed with the plan. Anyway, it is too hot for me to do what I had in mind yet.
Sweet
The liquid in the mug might be so hot it almost blisters my tongue, but the sweetness on the tip of my tongue and the bitter aftertaste in my throat make me smile dreamily. I feel good having a sweet, fragrant drink in a shop with the air conditioning set refreshingly cold. However....
It is not the same... Phîi Pong makes it more delicious.
It is not that Phîi Pam's is not delicious. It is delicious, but it just cannot compare to the hot chocolate I had that time Phîi Pong made for me. That one was more fragrant, sweeter, less bitter, and moreover, it warmed my entire body, making me feel as if I were floating in heaven. This one is just delicious... but not the best.
Oh well, it is still delicious.
If Phîi Pong made this mug, I would probably forget the plan and drink it all. But because it is not, I resolutely take a spoon to stir away the heat, lowering my head to blow on it to cool it down quickly.
Cool down quickly, damn it. It is so hot like this, I am going to turn into a boiled prawn.
The thought makes me stir the liquid frantically to cool it down quickly, but...
“Pam, come help me for a bit.”
Gulp... Snap
Splash
This time, no stand-in, no stuntman. When Phîi Pong's voice sounds from the back of the shop, my stirring hand stops abruptly. I turn sharply to look towards the sound, causing my arm to tilt accordingly, resulting in the mug of hot liquid, still not cooled properly, spilling onto my body. My thin P.E. shirt does not help at all, besides making it cling to my body more, which makes me cry out... like a dog about to give birth.
Instant karma for thinking of spilling it on myself clearly!
Yes, I was thinking of spilling it on myself. I was going to find an excuse to go up to Phîi Pong's room. But who would have thought it would really spill? But it was off-plan, making it so hot it stings my whole body. I thrash and flail like an earthworm being boiled, and the loud noise makes Phîi Pong run out swiftly from the back.
“Pam, what happened!!!"
“The hot cocoa spilled on Nong, Phîi Pong.”
Whoosh
The moment Phîi Pong hears it, he runs out from behind the counter, jumps over the waist-high partition to come straight to me, and... pulls the shirt off over my head.
Now I have no strength to yell. I do not feel embarrassed either, because the stinging sensation races across my skin. As soon as Phîi Pong takes my shirt off, he immediately sees the red marks appearing on my very fair skin.
Thwack
“Pam, clean this up. I will take Nong Gok to treat his wounds first.”
Phîi Pong decides immediately by picking me up and taking long strides towards the back of the shop, not even waiting for Phîi Pam's acknowledgment. Even though I am stinging, when I look up at his sharp profile, I find Phîi Pong with an extremely stressed face, his jaw clenched tightly until it is scary, and his mouth is saying comforting words.
“Endure the pain a little. I will take you to wash it with cold water."
I cannot say anything anymore. I did not think my bizarre plan would make me see Phîi Pong so extremely worried about me like this. I can only blame myself for thinking such a stupid thing. But amidst those feelings, I instead feel something swelling in my chest.
Can worry translate to liking?
Phîi Pong, I am sorry for making you worry, but I will not retreat anymore. I want to know even more... Do you feel any liking for me?
Sizzle... sizzle... sizzle...
“Should we go to the hospital instead? I will take you."
“Hey, no. It is just a hot water scalding. It just stings.”
Inside the upstairs bathroom, Phîi Pong is opening the showerhead, letting water flow onto my bright red skin. I must blame it on my very fair skin. Even hot weather makes it red. When it meets heat like this, it turns red until it is scary, to the point that this big man says he will take me to the hospital. But... no way, man.
The same reason as before. If my mother finds out I skipped school, even with wounds as proof, I am as good as dead.
“But you are crying already."
I just realize that I am opening my mouth, my eyes brimming with tears, my nose stuffy. This time, I can only blame my own stupidity.
“I am not crying at all. It is just a small wound.” I insist even with teary eyes.
“It is not small. It is this widespread."
Phîi Pong touches from my waist down to my lower back, making me bite my lip a little.
“No, I do not want to. I will not go. A wound like this will not kill me.” I still insist on the same words, because the cold water makes me feel a bit better.
Meanwhile, Phîi Pong sighs, quickly finishes washing me, then grabs a soft towel to wrap me up until I look like a cocoon. That is not all....
Phew
“Hey, Phîi...”
“It is all wet. I will find clothes for you to change into instead.” Phîi Pong reaches under the towel and pulls down both my school trousers and my boxers until they pile on the floor. And even though I have been sucked off before, I just realize, I tell you, that liking this man makes me embarrassed almost to the point of going crazy.
Moreover... Why is Phîi Pong's technique for pulling down trousers so skilled?
After that.... he carries me again.
“Gok can walk by himself.”
“No, you cannot. If you will not go to the hospital, you must believe my words. I have not even asked why you skipped school yet.” Today Phîi Pong is being very ruthless. He says with a strong voice as he carries me out of the bathroom, making the person with ill intentions (instant karma, that is) quickly shut his mouth. I feel that this strong embrace makes me.... heart-pounding.
And... the stinging really subsides when there is this kind of skin-to-skin warmth.
Janjao, my heart is beating like crazy.
Now that I realize I like him, everything damn well comes crashing down on me at once until I can only bury my face against his strong arm. For the first time, I truly feel like I want to try biting it.
Besides, I remember now... I remember perfectly why I skipped school to come here.
To prove how Phîi Pong feels!
Just try acting cute. If it were a normal man being acted cute towards by another man, he would not like it. But if he thinks something of it... then we are definitely done for.
Janjao's voice rings in my head, making me desperately want to know where she learned it from.
Oh, Graph said Janjao's older brother also has a male romantic partner. Maybe she learned from him.
But that is not the main point. The important thing is that I... wrap my arms around Phîi Pong's neck.
“Does it hurt a lot?"
No, I am acting cute, damn it!
I am too embarrassed to say it directly, so I just nod, looking at Phîi Pong, who carries me and places me down on the foot of the bed, then makes a move to go get medicine. But I... hug him tightly.
“Phîi Pong, Gok stings.” I do not know how to act cute. Maybe it is like this.
The thought makes me lift my head, look through the thin curtain of tears at Phîi Pong, biting my lip absentmindedly, and also hugging Phîi Pong's neck tighter than before. The trembling voice is probably from pure embarrassment, not from the pain.
“Gok... what should I do..... it stings so much.”
Why is Phîi Pong stunned?
Phîi Pong freezes completely, and if I am not imagining it, why does he swallow? But because it happens in a real second, before he removes my hands and says in a concerned voice.
“Nong Gok, let me go for just a moment. I will go get medicine to apply. Just a moment, really.” Phîi Pong says quickly before taking long strides down from the loft to get medicine, leaving the person trying to act cute like me sitting still, not knowing what to do.
No, it is not, damn it! I acted cute, and it must not be like this! Why does it not seem different from every other time?
I am not in pain, I am not stinging anymore, because my brain is focused on other more important matters.
Phîi Pong does not look any different from before at all. He is still the kind-hearted older brother worried about his younger brother who is in pain from a wound, which is the same as before. But I want to see something more than that.
The person who disappeared for just a moment and steps back up again, moves to sit at the foot of the bed, and then says in a soft voice.
“Excuse me."
No, Phîi Pong, no, damn it.
I sit up halfway, look at the red marks with displeasure, and then he starts applying medicine for me. I feel it is no different from the time I was grazed by a car, not one bit. Is there no fluctuation at all upon seeing my naked body!!! I do not know what is not. Maybe it is all of it. Even though Phîi Pong removed the towel.
Phîi Pong's gaze looks only at the wound. His hand touches only the wound. He focuses only on the scalding hot water wound. He does not look up to meet my eyes even once.
It is only just finished. How do you define the word 'flustered'? A dazed face, dreamy eyes, red cheeks... damn, that is me.
“Phîi Pong... don't you feel anything?” The curiosity makes a statement like this blurt out, and that makes Phîi Pong frown for a moment before giving me a smile.
“I am worried about you, Nong Gok. Be more careful next time, or you will definitely get a scar. It is a pity for your fair skin.”
No, it is not! No, damn it!
“Do you think Gok is fair?”
Here I am trying to drag the topic to be about me.
“Yes, fair.” But Phîi Pong just looks up and answers confusedly, then smiles at me.
“Nong Gok is a very fair person, and you change color easily. Hmm, when we are aroused, your skin becomes light pink, and then your whole body turns pink.” If only... if Phîi Pong had a more lustful expression, I would be happier. But now he speaks as if he is complimenting that a clean, tidy silent creature is good, that is all. I want more than this.
“And is it.... good?”
Why am I embarrassed? Why did I have to say something like this!
If it were not for the fact that Janjao told me many things, I would have run out of courage to ask already. And Phîi Pong...
“For me, I think it is good. But did you ask because you do not like it? Is it not manly, right? Do not worry. Play a lot of sports, and you will get darker than this. Besides, you are not fully grown yet. When you are my age, your skin will be weathered.”
Phîi Pong, please, do not be a dermatologist around here. What I want to know is whether you like it or not!
Now I want to throw myself on the floor and have a tantrum until I am satisfied, because this handsome man is still the same kind-hearted adult as before.
I used to like that he is like this, but now I want to see Phîi as a demon, not an angel!
“Alright, done. I will find clothes for you to change into.”
Hey, that is it?!!!!
Thwack
Before Phîi Pong can break away, my unloving hand grabs his arm first, making him turn to look at me confusedly.
And if nothing works... then I will risk my body.
That moment, my friend's words ring in my head again, making me... take another gasping breath.
“Phîi Pong... Gok's back stings too.”
I never thought in this lifetime I would have to flirt with anyone, so I can only mumble in a faint, weak voice, biting my lip until it hurts because I am embarrassed... very embarrassed. I am so embarrassed I am about to cry, but it works to my advantage because Phîi Pong's eyes widen. He moves in to look again, and also turns me to lie on my side to see the wound clearly.
“Let me take a look.... Where?"
“Around the middle of my back.” I almost bury my face in the mattress because I am so embarrassed, mumbling softly until he places his warm hand on my back.
“Where? I do not see any marks.”
“A bit lower.” I still mumble, extremely embarrassed, while asking myself... what should I do next!
What does risking my body mean!
From past experience, I truly do not know what Phîi Pong thinks of me, because he just helps me release. Most importantly, I just remembered that I have never once made him feel aroused. He only does it for me. As for the incident with the hot ice cream that day, it was just a physical reaction, so it does not count. So risking my body might mean... making Phîi Pong feel aroused too.
If I can do that, it means he likes me!
I conclude with myself, take another gasping breath, to whisper softly.
“Phîi Pong, Gok stings... right here.”
Fine, at this point, to hell with everything!!!
The thought makes me turn my head to look at the cake shop owner, and damn it, am I crying until my vision is blurry? As I reach my hand to pull down the towel until it reveals... both butt cheeks.
“Gok stings here."
I point to my butt, whispering so softly it is almost inaudible.
Phîi Pong also looks visibly stunned, but after a moment, he lowers his head to look at my white butt instead. To be honest, I am damned embarrassed. I can only go back to burying my face in the soft bed, while feeling the cool medicine being applied below my hips. And because that area is not stinging, when Phîi Pong moves his fingertips lightly, I can only bite my lip tightly, taking a deep breath into my lungs.
“Is it here?”
“A bit more to the right... Phîi...” I whisper, and Phîi Pong applies the medicine obediently. His other hand gently strokes my other butt cheek as if comforting me, but comforting like this... it is thrilling.
Now what is under my trousers is fully erect, pushing against the bed, until I have to close my eyes tightly to tell him again.
"More to the right..."
More to the right where... near the crack of my butt, that is.
Whoosh
Ah, it is intense! It is so intense!
I grip the bedsheet very tightly as Phîi Pong's fingertips move on my butt cheek, transmitting a thrill that runs throughout my body, shooting straight down to the middle of my torso, until I want to let out a moan. While I am unbearably frustrated down below, I still grit my teeth and tell him to apply medicine all over one butt cheek.
“Where exactly? I think I have covered it all.”
"It.... still.... doesn't.... hit the spot..."
I pant in my throat as Phîi Pong still strokes my other butt cheek comfortingly. But do you know, Phîi, the more you comfort me, the more I flare up!
I do not know what expression Phîi Pong is making because I have my face buried in the bed, and I am gripping the bedsheet very tightly, but I can feel that he has become quiet. He also removes his hand from applying medicine for me, making me crane my neck to look, until I meet... a stern face.
“Nong Gok, joking with me like this is not funny.”
No, that is not it. Gok did not.
I cannot say anything. I can only widen my eyes because I think he will be angry, but...
Thwack
“Aahhhhh!”
“I told you, didn't I, that I can help you anytime if you need it. You should tell me directly, not joke about being hurt like this. I am worried about you.” That second, I let out a full-throated cry immediately, because just arching my hips up a little to look back at his face makes Phîi Pong slip his hand under my waist and.... grab my beautiful pink sausage fully in his palm.
While Phîi Pong is still speaking in a stern voice, as he holds my thing tightly.
“N-N-No.... it's... not...”
“Nong Gok is fully erect now.”
"No... it's not... no..."
Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh
“Ah, ah, more!"
I am so intense I cannot speak anymore, damn it!
I try to say it is not. I try to turn to look at Phîi Pong to see his reaction, but I cannot when Phîi Pong is punishing me for joking about the wound by quickly stroking the foreskin of my tip until it is all tingly. I can only clench my hands into fists placed against the bed, arching my hips up a little more, to let him slip his hand in to stroke and pull the sausage whose glistening cherry tip is beginning to bloom.
I do not know what kind of face Phîi Pong makes, because I bury my face against the bed. I also grip the bedsheet very tightly. However, I feel that he becomes silent. He also withdraws the hand that applies ointment to me. This forces me to twist my neck around to look. I find... a stern face.
“Nong Gok jokes with me like this. It is not funny, Khrap.”
No. It is not. Gok does not.
I cannot say anything. I only widen my eyes because I think that he will become angry. However...
Grab
“Ahhhh!”
“I tell you already, Khrap, that I help us anytime. If Nong Gok wants it, I tell me directly. I do not joke that the wound hurts like this. I worry about us.” At that second, I let out a full cry immediately. I do this because I only arch my hips up a little to glance back at the face. This causes Phîi Pong to slip his hand under my waist and... grab the beautiful pink sausage fully in his palm.
At the same time, Phîi Pong still speaks in a stern voice when he grips mine tightly.
“Pa... bela... no... it is not...”
“Nong Gok stands up to this size already.”
"No... it is not..."
Swish swish swish swish
“Ah. Ah. Again.”
I am so sensitive that I cannot speak anymore, damned-animal!
I try to say that it is not. I try to turn toward Phîi Pong to see his reaction. However, I cannot do it when Phîi Pong punishes me for joking about the wound by sliding my foreskin quickly until it feels sensitive all over. I only clench my hands into fists and place them flat against the mattress. I arch my butt up a little more to let him reach his hand in to slide and pull the sausage that has glossy cherry blooming out.
“Wait. I will release it for you. But next time, tell me directly. do not joke about the wound again. Okay?”
"That's not…"
Bloody fucking does not listen! It is still not. I want to see Phîi Pong’s manner instead. But... Âi body that does not love good.
“Then I move stronger than this.” Phîi Pong probably understands that it is not doing it lightly like this because he grips tighter than before. He sends his other hand to knead my balls playfully. Just that makes Âi Gok... I cannot stop my own worthless body.
I am moving.
As soon as someone reaches in with me arching my butt up, my waist cannot stay still anymore. However, I move in to rub against Phîi Pong’s hand that slides for me. In addition, the voice that tries to say Not Not becomes a moaning sound in my throat. Both legs dig tense down on the soft mattress stronger. I feel sensitive until I must pant heavily.
Swish swish
“Phîi... Phîi Pong... hng....” Phîi Pong must know well already where my sensitive points are. He does this because he uses his thumb to stroke my glossy tip until my whole body shakes.
I only lower my face down a little to see that the cherry top becomes glossy with clear desire water.
“Arch your butt up a bit so it does not touch the wound.” Phîi Pong whispers this when he slides for me. However, those sounds do not enter my auditory nerve at all. On the contrary, my brain becomes emptier every time. I have only the desire that brims at the edge.
“Ah... ah...”
In my head, I see only emptiness with the body that tenses and shivers. I feel like the intestines conspire to twist together. I lift my face up and see the empty headboard.
“No...”
However, amid the emptiness, the subconscious still tells that I invest effort this much because I have a purpose. My shaking mouth then whispers... no.
It is not. It is not like this. It is not like every time like this.
“What is not, Khrap?” Phîi Pong asks confusedly. However, I only say...
“It is not.... like this... uh.. Phîi Pong. No like this.”
I pant. I speak almost not in language when I feel the desire water that glosses down and stains the bedsheet.
I have become close to losing consciousness. However, I still whisper only...
“No uh... ah ah. I don't want only this.”
It is not just finishing alone. I want to know if Phîi Pong likes me or not. However, I never know that the unfinished words I speak will make Phîi Pong do this.
“Only my hand is not enough, Khrap? Then like this...”
Lick
“Huk!!! Ahhhh.... Phîi Pong... a rang... do not lick... there!!!”
I am not ready when the sensitivity shoots up to my head immediately. This causes me to release clear teardrops in a stream. I do this in the second that Phîi Pong decides that my words not enough.... licking into the small hole that no one has touched before!!!
Now Phîi Pong is... licking my donut hole!!!
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