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Perspective Gok
I am in an emergency situation!
Even though I am horny to the point of being psychotic, even though I can get high from eating sweets, I never thought there would be a day when I would have my Atlantic Strait explored like this!
And right now, at the dessert shop!
At this very moment when everyone is in P.E. class!
I... am having my hole licked.
“Arrrrrrrrrng!!!” It is a feeling without equal!
The moment Phîi Pong's tongue licks into my strait, it is a strange, new feeling I have never experienced before. It is more intense than the feeling of being jerked off for the first time. It is more intense than the feeling of being sucked for the first time. It is more intense than both of those times combined, a tingling sensation as my little hole clenches around the intruding tongue!
My mind was already empty enough before, but encountering this prodding of my hole, I... collapse face down onto the bed immediately.
Squelch...
The wetness licks down onto the small hole, swishing around, making me grip the bed sheets even tighter. My tears fall in streams. All I can do is arch my back up towards Phîi Pong's face, opening the most shameful part for him to see.
The person who whispers to me, puzzled.
“I just found out that Nong Gok likes this kind of thing too. I am doing it for you. Next time, don't joke about your wound again."
To hell with the wound. Ooooooooh, it is so intense.
My eyes pop wide open as Phîi Pong is smearing the wetness all over that area. I cannot describe what it is like, but it makes me breathe in rapid, heavy gasps. Instead of clamping my legs tightly together, I instead... spread my legs into an M-shape.
A song starts playing in my head right now.
I do not know if my actions make Phîi Pong think too far ahead, because...
Phew
“Arrrngggggg No... no, no, no... More... ple...please.....
The donut is being prodded!!!
The wet, sticky feeling is not just licking around the outside, but is now pressing and slowly inserting inside, until my moans reverberate in my head. Both the gasping breaths and the streaming tears do not stop. I do not know if this condition will make Phîi Pong think it feels good or not, because he leaves the little sausage behind to hold my hips, making me arch even more, to... play with the donut instead.
Phîi, oh, don't play with the dessert. Just go back to playing with the savory stuff, that's enough. I cannot take it anymore... Ah... don't insert it. Don't prod... Arr rr rrr rrr rrr ng g g g g
I truly cannot do anything anymore, as Phîi Pong misunderstands to the extreme, because he is now prodding and poking at that place of mine. And instead of it hurting... It is the complete opposite. The strange, new feeling of the soft tongue swishing and licking around the inner walls makes my whole body tremble and shudder. I am almost thrashing about like a fish stranded on shore.
"Ah, no, no, that is not it."
I whisper with a trembling, indistinct voice. I do not even know what I am saying anymore. Only the words that were stuck in my throat at first make me whisper just 'no', 'no, don't', 'that's not it'.
But they are words that make Phîi Pong... withdraw his tongue.
Whoosh
I immediately collapse onto the bed, exhausted, even though... I feel regretful.
Even though I never knew before, it felt very good. So good that I feel like both the sausage and the donut, and even my brain, have melted like ice under fire.
“You do not like it?”
“No... that is not it..." The same words escape my mouth, and that makes Phîi Pong accept the statement.
“Then that means I was right.”
At this point, Phîi Pong can understand whatever he wants. I cannot take it anymore. I feel like I have just stepped through a door into a new world.
In this situation, I do not need to be a pirate, I do not need to sail a ship, to feel like I am setting foot in a new world. But I thought too little... this is still not the ultimate!
Phew
“Gasp! Wha... what is that... It is... what... Ooooooh!"
I do not know what it is, but my body jolts with a gasp when something hard, coated in a warm liquid, is pushing into my donut hole. The hole in the center of the sweet, round thing is still narrow. Even something small makes me feel rubbed on all sides, both painful and chafing, but above all else.... Arrrng
Yes, that is truly the only sound that can describe it, as that thing slowly inserts itself.
“It is my finger. A moment ago you said 'that's not it,' so I thought maybe Nong Gok plays with this spot using his fingers. But after putting it in, I realized that is not the case. But it is okay. I will make it feel good for you. If it hurts, tell me. I need to take some time to find your sensitive spot, but it will not take long.”
Why are you telling me this, Phîi Pong? At this point, now that you have come this far, just do whatever you are going to do!
I had no idea that just the words 'that's not it, that's not it' could lead to this stage. But at this point... to hell with it.
Yeah, right! Try having someone play with your hole until you are about to finish, would you tell them to take it out or not!?
It is the same. All I can do is cry, sob until my body shakes, breathe heavily, but also... moan at the top of my voice.
Right now, Phîi Pong's bed is soiled with both my precum and my release, while I arch my back up again, feeling the pain that comes with the chafing sensation. I do not need anyone to whisper and tell me that Phîi Pong is very skilled, because even though it is the first time playing with my butt, it does not hurt that much. Moreover, as Phîi Pong probes his finger around everywhere, and then begins to crook his finger, tilting the tip to press inward, it makes me...
“Phîi!!!... It is intense... Ahhh... It is strange... inside... I am going to die... Ooooooohhhhhhh”
My moans are so trembling, damn it!
“Then I will add another finger.”
Swoop
This guy does not give me any time to prepare my heart. The moment he says it, the second finger goes in pop. Even though it is chafing and painful at first, I do not know what he dipped his finger in, but it is slippery everywhere inside. And then he crooks his finger a little when... he thrusts into the spot that makes me cry almost to death.
I am not crying from sadness, but the tears flow out on their own, along with moans harmonizing with the sound of Phîi Pong using his hand to thrust against my butt in a rhythm.
Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust
“Phîi, Gasp... Urgh..."
This is really the case too. Us men have sensitive spots in our bodies, and so does little Gok's.
Thrust, thrust, thrust
“Ah, no, no, I cannot take it anymore, no, don't... Sob..."
“It is right here.”
"Hah... Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!"
I truly do not know what or where anymore. I only know that after he presses into it a few more times, plus licking my butt cheeks, everything erupts and passes through the tip of my flushed red cherry, until it soils the bed sheets completely.
Whoosh
After that.... I collapse, completely exhausted.
In this situation, everything is finished—my physical strength, my mental strength, my brain strength. It has all been drained out, along with the disgusting stuff that came out with Phîi Pong's finger.
“Hic...” This time I really do cry. I can really feel that unpleasurable stuff came out from that place, making me ashamed and humiliated. I thought Phîi Pong would definitely be disgusted with me, but...
“Wait, I will wipe it for you."
Phîi Pong instead says in a gentle voice. He just reaches over to get a box of tissues and wipes for me gently, wiping everything clean both inside and out, until I almost want to transmute into dust particles in the bed sheets.
I feel that... there is no turning back.
With what followed, this feeling is even better than doing it in the front, but it is also extremely embarrassing.
"Hic... Sob... Sob...."
So right now I am being very, very fussy. Especially when I feel Phîi Pong is also wiping me clean.
“Why is Nong Gok crying?”
It is... it is because the back... it... came out... Hic... It is the most... disgusting...
I sob with all my might. I never thought I would end up doing what my friends look down upon... exploding the shit barrel.
Who could endure these things? My mother even scolds me when she sees my underwear stained with yellow marks. But this.
“It is not disgusting at all... At the very least, there is one Phîi who is not disgusted by Nong Gok.”
I slowly turn my tear-stained face to look at the person who moves to sit beside me, and then I ask in a sobbing voice.
“Really?"
“Really.” Phîi Pong gives me his usual kind smile.
“But Gok is a man... but... Gok... finished from there... Sobbbbbbb” As soon as I finish speaking, I burst into wailing. Just now, Phîi Pong did not touch my front to make me finish. He played with my back instead, entirely, but it still made me... finish.
I do not want this anymore. I want to die.
“Nong Gok, don't cry. Please don't cry. There, there.”
The more he comforts me, the more I damn well cry.
“Ah, what to do.... It is not as embarrassing as we think.” Still, I insist on continuing to cry, while Phîi Pong also tries to play the role of a health education teacher, explaining further.
“As I told you before, we men have a spot inside that makes us feel good. Therefore, it is not only men who like other men who use that spot to achieve orgasm. There are many men who sleep with women who play with that spot, and some of my friends even say their wives do it for them. Really. So, it is not embarrassing in the slightest. As for the stuff that came out, it is just the first few times. Once you get used to it, it will not happen anymore.”
Phîi Pong is full of academic knowledge, while I am possessed by the spirit of a little child.
The little child who turns his tear-stained face to look at Phîi Pong and sobs, 'Hic'.
“Really... it is not strange... really... is it?"
“Yes, it is not strange at all. There, there, don't cry.”
“But Phîi still does not comfort Gok... anyway. Sob. You are disgusted with Gok, right?... Right, aren't you?” Well, I am going to be fussy. Today, Phîi Pong does not hug me to comfort me like every other time, even though normally he would gather me into a tight hug for real.
And that makes him quickly raise both hands in front of his face.
“My hands are dirty. Let me go wash them first. I will come back to comfort you, okay?” Phîi Pong says quickly, seeming afraid I will get angry, then disappears, taking those tissues to throw away, until I hear the sound of the flushing toilet, followed by the sound of water which tells me he is probably washing his hands until they are spotless.
During this time, I... ask myself.
What should I do next?... I truly cannot think of anything.
The only thing I know is... Phîi Pong is divinely skilled. Damn, Janjao was right. And that matter is...
“Gok likes Phîi Pong.”
I like him enough to let him do something like this to me.
When I think of anyone else doing what Phîi Pong did, I do not want it. But when Phîi Pong does it, it feels so good, like ascending to heaven. Therefore, what my friend's romantic partner said is completely correct... I have fallen in love with Phîi Pong.
The person who comes back in with a warm smile and a tall frame that moves in to pull me into a comforting hug, an embrace.
“See? I am not disgusted with Nong Gok. See?”
Phîi Pong holds my body tightly, transmitting warmth until the heat rushes to my face... I must be very red-faced right now.
“Gok did not know, did not know... Hic.... then.” I bury my face against his chest, breathing in the fragrant scent deeply, but I truly do not know anything anymore, because the truth has just struck me right in the face.
When Janjao said I liked him, I still had conflicting thoughts in my mind that it was not true, it was impossible, how could someone like me like a man? But after being done to this extent... it has truly happened.
“There, there. Earlier, I am sorry for scolding you. I was really angry that you joked about your wound.” Phîi Pong whispers to me, stroking my hair at the same time, treating me as if I were just a teddy bear doll. But the actions I have received many times before instead make... my heart beat fast.
Right now, my heart is beating as if it will bounce out of my chest.
“Is Phîi Pong worried about Gok?”
“Of course I am worried about you.” The words make me lift my face to meet his sharp eyes, looking into the eyes of the kind-hearted adult. I want to see something more in them, if it were not for...
Whoosh
“Don't stare so much. I am shy too, being stared at like this by a cute youth.” Phîi Pong puts his hand over my eyes just like that, until I have to pull his hand away, lift my face to look at him again, and find that he is using his other hand to scratch the back of his neck. But then...
“Hey, I will find some clothes for you to wear.” The cake shop owner looks at his watch as if remembering something, and also gets up from the bed quickly.
“What to do? Like this, Nong Gok cannot go to school anymore.”
Funny, of course. The P.E. uniform and school trousers are completely wet. Meanwhile, Phîi Pong says, “Every time we meet, I make your clothes dirty. Maybe you should keep a set of clothes in my room.” Phîi Pong might be saying it jokingly, but I reply with...
“Can Gok really keep them here, Phîi Pong?"
Right now, I do not need to pretend to be so manly anymore, because my heart is already gone. So, I ask him directly, but I do not see his face because Phîi Pong has his back turned to me while looking for clothes from the built-in wardrobe.
“Haha, I probably will not make your clothes dirty a third time. Uh, this shirt should fit. Anyway, I will take you home later. There is still some time. Letting Pam watch the shop alone should be fine.” At the end of the sentence, Phîi Pong seems to be talking to himself, as he pulls out the shirt and trousers that are probably the smallest size and hands them to me.
In this situation, do not call me presumptuous, but...
“I have no strength."
After having both my sausage and donut eaten, I really have no physical strength left. I am not lying about anything. I have to lower my head, mumbling embarrassedly, not daring to look at the cake shop owner's face. I only know that he moves onto the bed again and... helps me put on my clothes.
Phîi Pong is extremely, extremely good-hearted.
The person who dresses me gently, before....
Peck
“There, all done, good boy.” That Phîi Pong even gives me a peck on the cheek.
We have done much more than this before, but why, now that I know my own heart, I feel so damned, utterly embarrassed, to the point of wanting to vanish into the blankets.
Right now, I can only pat my head lightly, look up to meet a warm smile, and that makes me decide.
If Phîi Pong did not feel something too, he would not have gone this far!
“Phîi Pong..."
“Yes?” He raises his eyebrows to ask, making me intend to say that I like him... I really like him.
But...
"Li... li... like..."
I do not dare, damn it!!! Argh, having been born a man with a seventeen-inch chest for eighteen years, I have never even confessed to a woman. How can I confess to a man!
My heart is willing, but my mouth refuses to cooperate. My voice stubbornly will not come out. I can only feel my face burning hot, looking at Phîi Pong who is waiting patiently to listen. And since my mouth will not speak, I decide to do what we have already done, to the point of having gone overboard to prodding and poking. Therefore....
Grab
I grab Phîi Pong's neck, intending to kiss him to convey my feelings.
If the eyes are the window to the soul, then the mouth is the pathway of love. I am acting recklessly, heatedly, with a pounding heart, thinking that today I will definitely have a romantic partner. But...
Phîi Pong instead puts his hand over my mouth, just like that, making me only raise my eyebrows in confusion. But we... have done more than this, haven't we?
I do not have to wonder for long, when he tells me in a serious tone.
“I am sorry, Nong Gok. I do not kiss just anyone. I only kiss my romantic partner.”
In that second, I am stunned, because it is no different from Phîi Pong... rejecting me. Wait a minute, then what does it mean when you fondled and groped me like that?!
I cannot say anything. The swelling feeling in my chest is like a balloon punctured by a needle, deflated without any air left. My body, which had stopped trembling, starts shaking again. The tears that had stopped flowing well up in my eyes once more. I can only stare at Phîi Pong's face, which has a troubled expression, until I push his shoulders, slowly get up, and clench both my hands together.
It is strange. Even though I thought I had no strength, why can I still get up now?
"I am going back."
There is no substitution with a nickname. There is only 'I' that I can utter. And I already know why I have the strength to walk... I cannot bear to look at Phîi Pong's face anymore.
Tears.... are about to flow down.
“Wait, I will take you..."
“No need! I will go back by myself!!!"
Phîi Pong is probably shocked that I snap at him, but I do not care. Physical strength that is lost can be regained. But the mental strength that is lost from being rejected by the person I tried to confess to for the first time does not come back easily. I can only run down to the first floor, ignoring Phîi Pong's voice, ignoring Phîi Pam's voice, grab my backpack, and rush out to hail a taxi to go home.
“Quickly, uncle.”
I urge the driver uncle because I... do not want to cry so pathetically in front of others.
Does being rejected hurt like this?
I have asked myself this question dozens of times already. I ask it while hiding in my room, hugging that silent creature and crying in a way I never thought I could cry so much. I always thought I was a strong person, but just one man turning me down makes me this weak.
I just realized I like Phîi Pong, and I also almost immediately have my heart broken.
“I should not have, Moo... I should not have....
All I can do is whisper to the dog that cannot answer, but it understands. That silent creature who licks my tears, that silent creature who stays still and lets me hug him, not running around the room like always, until I hold onto a small piece of my own morale, telling myself it is okay, it is just one man, I can find plenty of others.
But... the heartbreak does not end in a single day.
Today, I come to school with that thought, even though I want to stay in my room. But if I do that, my family might suspect, and I do not want to answer my mother's questions by telling her I have a broken heart from a man. That would be so pitiful.
“Hey, you Gok, did you fight with a dog or something? Why does your face look so dull?”
Ton greets me first, making me only accept his words languidly.
“Yeah, I let a dog fight me.”
I let a man poke my ass. Are you satisfied? I can only think it, not dare say it out loud.
I shake my head slowly and walk to sit quietly in the cafeteria. I do not care who comes or goes. I just want to sit despondently and quietly without anyone bothering me. But I probably chose the wrong place.
“What is wrong with you?”
That damned Graph comes quickly and sees me.
I do not want to see anyone who encouraged me to confess to Phîi Pong. Even though Graph is not directly involved, he did take me to consult Janjao, which led to me realizing I had come to love and like Phîi Pong. If I did not know, I would still just be a horny youth that Phîi Pong is fond of, able to maintain that status indefinitely, without having to get hurt like this.
Or maybe I am just blaming others.
That is right. I might be blaming others as I always do, saying it is not my fault, even though I know full well that sooner or later I would be disappointed.
“Nothing."
“But I think you look like someone with a broken heart."
Gulp
I freeze completely, and Graph himself widens his eyes, but he is not faster than me. Not faster than... me breaking down.
“Again...” I do not know where the tears come from, but they are here now, until I can only breathe in hiccups, making my friend stare blankly. But before I can actually collapse onto the table and cry, Graph grabs my arm firmly.
“Come here, you! Don't cry yet!.... Hello, Janjao, where are you? Come find us, urgent!”
I do not know where the handsome guy is dragging me. I just follow him while he calls his romantic partner... the person who, upon arriving, rushes in to look clearly at my face and asks what happened.
“As soon as I arrived, I saw him like this. When I mentioned he looked heartbroken, he started blubbering.”
Yeah, you terrible friend. Instead of comforting me, not a single word.
Once we are behind the school building, he tells his romantic partner about it, making me break down even more. I was trying not to cry in front of others, but this time I truly cannot. My heart is still stinging. Being poked is like kicking a wound against a trash can. And that makes Janjao shake her head vigorously.
“It is impossible. How can you be heartbroken? That day, Phîi Pong was looking at Gok the whole time."
“He probably just imagined it.”
You do not know anything! Do not act like you are saying nice things!!!
I am so angry I can barely speak. I am furious, damn it, I am furious. And this couple keeps criticizing nonstop.
“Gok, are you just imagining things? I think the possibility is very high that Phîi Pong likes Gok. That day, he even adjusted the air conditioner immediately when Gok said he was hot. And he said himself he does not have a romantic partner. Plus, he was staring at Gok so sweetly...”
“But he also said he does not think of having me as his romantic partner!!!”
Because I cannot take it, I snap loudly, standing up to confront both of them, and say in a stronger voice.
“Did you hear clearly that Phîi Pong refuses to be my romantic partner! Hic....”
“Wait, wait, wait, Gok. Tell us first. Don't cry yet. What did Phîi Pong say? Why won't he be your romantic partner? Did you tell him you like him already?” Janjao tries to calm me down, but I cannot calm down. The tears come again, and I also tell them everything, letting them know that I did not just imagine it.
“I did not tell him yet, but yesterday I went to see him...” I tell the story while sobbing in my throat, and Janjao listens attentively. When I finish telling the story, that person then....
"Sigh"
“Siiiiigh"
It is not just Janjao. That damned friend also sighs loudly after his romantic partner, looking at me with pity and sympathy, making me want to punch him, but I have no strength.
“Gok, Gok, listen to me carefully. I may not know everything, but I am confident that what Phîi Pong said means... Gok is not yet Phîi Pong's romantic partner, so how can you kiss?”
Gulp
I open my mouth to argue, but fall silent again. I can only blink rapidly, looking at the speaker who nods in confirmation.
“Right, Graph?"
“Yeah, what did he say wrong by saying he would not kiss you? It is not like you are his romantic partner yet.” Graph says only that, but it makes me.... see the light.
“Then that means?"
“I mean, it is possible that Gok might have misunderstood about him being rejected, because he was just stating what kind of person he is.” Janjao gives a dry smile, as if wary of my rabid dog behavior from earlier, which makes the wilted flowers in my heart bloom once more.
I can only look back and forth between my two friends' faces, and find that Graph is also smiling.
“If you like him, then do not give up over something so small. What you have encountered is nothing compared to what I went through, it is not even close.” Graphic said.
I do not know how difficult it was for him to court Janjao, but his words give me the morale to fight on.
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