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Perspective Gok
Drip drip
What kind of liquid do you think it is… what, saliva? Like, I smell cake and I drool, something spurting like that, right?
At first, I think exactly that. I think the clear liquid dripping onto Pong’s cheek might be my saliva. I am not joking; I am not trying to be funny, because I truly do not realize it… I do not know at all that tears… are falling.
"What… kind of water…" I whisper softly, raise my hand to touch my own cheek, and find that it is not saliva, but it is flowing from my eyes.
"So I am crying… am I crying again?" My brain must not be working anymore, because I am talking to myself without even moving to get off Pong. I just sit still in the same spot, wiping my face back and forth, as if proving to myself that they are tears, while asking myself…
"And why am I crying?"
I mumble before lowering my gaze to look at the large man, and then I remember.
“Oh, right. Pong Pongprot rejected Gok, didn't he? I am crying because of a broken heart.” I laugh.
I think I must be going crazy to act like this instead of running away from the immense shame of misunderstanding, or calling that damned married couple who caused all of this. Laughing… both laughing and crying like a crazy person, but I…
Throughout eighteen years, I never liked anyone. I might think that person is pretty, this one is cute, yeah, that man is handsome, but I never feel as sad as I do now. But with Pong, have we even known each other for a month? Why am I so sad? He is just one man. No matter how delicious his cakes are, it is not like I cannot buy cakes from his shop again. That Âi Graph can, Janjao can, Mâe can. If I really want to eat it, I can ask them to buy it for me. But…
"Hic… Haa… Stop crying, dammit, haa…"
"Nong Gok…"
Smack!
My body moves faster than my brain again, because as soon as Pong reaches out to wipe my tears, I slap his hand away, turn sharply to meet his eyes, before whispering.
“Do not be nice to Gok… okay… do not… be nice…” I somewhat admire myself for speaking coherently.
But when Pong still insists on reaching out to touch my cheek again, “D-do not… be nice… okay… Hic… Hic… Waaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
I burst out crying like a three-year-old.
At first I am laughing and crying, now I am tilting my head back to the sky, letting out a full-throated wail while tears fall incessantly from both eyes, smearing my cheeks completely. Both hands rise to wipe back and forth on my face. I just know… I am sad.
I do not know what expression Pong is making. I only know that I will cry, and I will cry until I die on the spot. But then…
Thump
“Good youth, why are you crying?”
It is because you broke my heart, waaaaah!
I do not answer; I can barely even breathe. When all the snot and tears have flowed out, I must look disgusting. My heart wants to push away the person who shifted to hug me, but right now I need all my energy to cry. Who cares what anyone thinks.
“No, do not cry.”
If you would just agree to be my Phûa, then I would stop crying. Waaaaah!
“You are all messy.”
Yeah, I am not cute. Do not bother loving me. Waaahhhhhhhhhh!
“But why, Nong Gok, are you the cutest in my eyes?”
I know I am not cute; you do not have to keep emphasizing it. Agh… Wait…
I hear something faintly; I cannot make it out clearly. But I still refuse to stop crying. I just lower my head a little more to ask, but the sound that comes out…
“Gok… Hic… Hic….. Cute… or… not… Hic….”
Why am I speaking so incoherently!?
Whoosh
“Yes, you are the cutest.” That heartless-person Pong Pongprot uses his hand to wipe my tears and snot. Even if he does not mind my clear snot, he still had the audacity to break my heart. Therefore, there is no way I will forgive him easily. I will not listen to anything. I am about to raise my hands to cover my ears, but…
“So cute that…” Pong grabs my hands as I am about to cover my ears, and then he… whispers.
“I love you.”
"...Hic… Hic… Hic…."
No, I do not stop crying. My brain still is not working; my nerves are still paralyzed. I can only stare blankly at Pong’s face, and that makes him…
Peck
Pong kisses my cheek!
No, it might not seem special, right? But right now my cheek is completely smeared with snot, tears, and saliva. The spot where his lips touched even has a clear, sticky drop on the tip of my nose. This means he does not mind any of the fluids coming from my body. And what's more…
“You… Hic… Love… Hic… Really… No… Believe.”
I try to speak human language, but why does it come out like this? Instead of answering the question, why does Pong give a wide smile, pull me into a tight hug, and rub his head against mine? What's more…
“Ouch, why is Nong Gok so cute, hmm? How far do you want me to fall for you? If you are this cute, I really want to steal you away to the shop and never return you to your parents.” Pong does not just talk; he also holds me tightly, hugging me greedily. I cannot keep up anymore.
So, does this mean you are rejecting me or accepting my love? Make it clear!
I can only ask in my heart. My mouth still cannot form words. I can only let Pong hug me tightly like a stuffed doll, and also… What is with the sniffing left and right!
“Enough… sto… Hic…p… I do not want to act cute. I do not want to do anything at all. But I really can only whimper like this.” The more Pong refuses to let go, the tighter he hugs me, nuzzling me until all the fluids smear all over his shirt. But he still will not let go.
“I have been restraining myself for so long. Like this, it is perfect for my resolve to break.”
“Res…olve… Hic… break… wha…”
I do not know, I do not understand, I do not get it!?
I do not know what expression to make, but Pong’s wide smile softens into a dry one. He pulls my head to rest against his chest, which is very warm, very firm, perfect for playing with my nipples, and also very fragrant.
Then, “Nong Gok, listen to me first… Will you believe that I liked Nong Gok from the first time I saw you?”
You broke my heart! “No… Hic….” My mouth moves faster than my brain, but I do not believe it. Who would believe you?
“It is true. I really like Nong Gok. What kind of youth is so adorably clueless? A fair face, a small build, and as soon as we meet, you blush at me. Even though I am confused about why you are running away from me, every time we meet, you act cute like that. How could I not like you…”
“But…”
“Shh, let me finish first. Then you can scold me for every word.”
Gah, Pong, do not speak in such a warm voice by my ear. It tickles!
I am not softening towards him. I am just a reasonable person, so I want to hear the explanation first about what exactly is going on. If you do not explain well, I will not act cute… ahem, I will punch you once.
It seems that as soon as I quiet down a bit, Pong rocks me gently.
“Although you are truly cute, I am 28, you know. If you call me that, you could rightly say I am an older person. Plus, Nong Gok said you are 18. Hearing that, this older person’s heart withers. So I think, if I can just touch you a little bit, this older person’s heart would be content. But who would have thought I would get to touch Nong Gok so much? My heart asks itself every day if I should confess my love. But Nong Gok is still a youth, so I intend to wait until Nong Gok is older, then take a risk to see if an older person like me has any chance.”
Pong explains while rocking me… Does he think I am eight years old or something? I am almost 19!
I curse just to hide my embarrassment. Knowing that he thinks that way, my two hands grip the hem of his shirt tightly. I lift my head to look at him, biting my lip hard.
“Then why… why… no kiss?”
This question bothers me a lot.
Pong laughs sheepishly, raising his hand to pinch my nose gently.
"Oof!"
“I would definitely end up in trouble… Because Nong Gok is so cute like this, how could I resist? If I kissed you, I would have gone too far.”
“Bu…but… romantic partner…”
Ouch, I keep stammering! When will I stop sobbing!
I might not be able to speak, but I shake Pong’s shirt like a child, demanding an answer. And that makes Pong say, "I said earlier I would not kiss someone who is not my romantic partner, how can I say that?" He leans down until our foreheads touch. Then, he smiles a small smile.
“I want to respect Nong Gok as much as possible. If Nong Gok does not agree to be my romantic partner but kisses me because of something I did, I intend not to touch Nong Gok more than that. I might be crazy myself, but if we are not romantic partners, I want Nong Gok to save this kiss…” Pong raises his hand to touch my lips.
“For someone Nong Gok loves instead.”
Ooooh! Father Deity has been pushed down to be born!!!
I cannot help but curse him, even though…
My face is so hot it is about to burn!!!!
I never think Pong feels this way about me. And I do not know why, is it because he is an older person? It makes a youth like me extremely shy. So shy that I can only say one word…
"Kiss."
I really want to say, "Then, shall we swap tongues right now?’, but only one word comes out. This makes Pong… cover my mouth again.
“I will kiss you, but let me ask one thing first.”
Nod, nod, nod, nod!
This time, I nod so hard my neck almost breaks. I grip his shirt tightly, determined to agree to anything if I can finally get this kiss. I feel I want you I need you so much. And that makes Pong smile at me. And I do not know why, this smile hits my heart with full force. I feel he is extremely, extremely handsome, devastatingly handsome, when he asks…
“Will you be my romantic partner?”
Thump
“Yessssssssssss!!!”
I am not trying to act cute, nor am I being lustful, but my body orders me to lunge forward and hug Pong’s neck tightly, nodding repeatedly, making a long, drawn-out sound. Meanwhile, my heart, which I thought was shattered to dust, melts together and liquefies into water on Pong’s chest again. I only know…
I have a Phûa now!!!
“Kiss… kiss me… okay… okay…” After saying this, tonight I must definitely make the pastry chef my Phûa!!!
“On Gok’s birthday… kiss me, okay? Be Gok’s romantic partner, okay?…” I do not care if anyone says I have no shame. I will demand it. It is my birthday; I must get it. While shaking his hand, I pull back to look at his face, trying to lean in for a kiss. And that makes Pong give a faint smile, laugh softly, and then…
Peck
“More.” A kiss that barely lets me taste anything is not enough!!!
I try to hook my arms around Pong’s neck, pulling him closer, but Pong seems to be teasing me. He tilts his head so his prominent nose touches my lips instead. No matter how I try to tilt my head to follow, he keeps dodging, so his lips only touch the corner of my mouth. I am getting irritated now.
“Pong, I will get angry!”
Why am I getting angry, but Pong is laughing? And also…
“You are truly cute.”
“No… Mmmphhhhhhhh!”
The moment I try to deny being cute, dammit, while he is still teasing me, Pong quickly presses his lips against mine. It makes my eyes fly open. I feel a soft texture that is… so sweet.
Flash
I do not know if I can imagine it, but just this lip-to-lip contact, I feel an incredible sweetness spreading through my body. The kind that all the sweets I have ever tasted in the world cannot compare to. It sends shivers through me, so I have to hold onto Pong. I shift slightly when I feel a sweet ache in my chest. But Pong does not stop there. He is now “eating” my mouth.
“Kiss… Mmm… Ah….” Pong is sucking on both my upper and lower lips until my body trembles. It is not just a tingling sensation; it is better than that. A nimble tongue is licking everywhere and then slipping inside.
I get to know that there is something more delicious and sweeter than the cake I adore so much.
Kissing Pong is sweet… very sweet.
If I compare it to a dessert, Pong is delivering exquisite honey into my mouth until I have to suck on it hard, wanting to consume more. And as I suck, I feel a softness on the tip of my tongue that is more tender than any cake. I cannot help but bite gently and then suck hard. What is more, my nose catches the fragrant scent of vanilla wafting all over my body.
I am… drunk on the kiss.
Drunk on my favorite sweet.
“Mmm… Smack… Peck… Slurp….” I hear the sound of liquid in our mouths as Pong feeds it to me incessantly. So much that it is flowing down to the corner of my mouth, and my lips are completely drenched. I try to swallow, but he keeps giving more. It drips down my chin. And I… no longer know what I am doing.
My breath is short; I moan; I tingle all over. And Pong does not stop “eating” me.
Thump
My body is so weak that it slumps down. My eyes grow hazy as I look slowly at Pong. I feel drunk, I feel dizzy, but I want more. I feel like I want to be consumed forever. But…
“Let’s stop here for today.”
Hey!!!!
“N-no… I don’t want to… More… more, okay…” I want to consume more; I want to consume more than this. I panic and grab Pong’s sleeve tightly, begging with a trembling voice. But Pong shakes his head, using his thumb to gently wipe the corner of my mouth. But I… flick my tongue out to lick his thumb.
“Yours… Mmm… more than this, okay… okay…” I grip Pong’s wrist tightly, both sucking and licking his finger. I send my tongue to lick the groove of his finger, then return to sucking his thumb hard, biting it gently while my other hand moves to cover the front of my pants.
I told you, right? If I find the right sweet, I will get hard. And it… is hard now.
I stare blankly for a moment, then look up to meet those sharp eyes again. “Gok is uncomfortable… I want Pong…” I do not know what face to make, how to use my voice, but I… pull my shorts down enough for Pong to see that my underwear is all sticky and slick.
Then, “Pong… what should I do… Hic… I want… I am uncomfortable now…”
“But we just became romantic partners today. I think we should go eat cake instead.” Pong might want to be a gentleman, but discomfort spares no one, because I… really cannot take it anymore.
Kissing Pong is more effective than my hand, more effective than sex-enhancing drugs. I can only push my underwear down to my ankles, letting my dear friend out to face the outside world, while still biting my lip tightly, mumbling just…
“Then just look… just look is fine.”
I am truly fucking crazy to ask Pong to look. But just him staring makes me want it even more. I send both hands to grip the hot, meaty rod. I feel the sticky, slick sensation. My eyes look up to meet Pong’s, and then I start stroking myself.
“Mmm, mmm, Pong, look… look… Gok.” The more Pong looks, the more aroused I become, to the point that it is completely wet. The sound of stroking the meat rod echoes throughout the living room. I also move my hips forcefully, feeling that this is still not enough, I want more than this. And that makes me… spread my legs into an M-shape again.
Both legs are perpendicular to the sofa. My underwear is pulled down almost to my knees. Then I slide my hand towards my own sticky, slick donut hole. I can feel it clenching rapidly. Even though I am ashamed and embarrassed, I am using both hands to gently spread my buttocks open. Then I look up with tear-filled eyes and tell Pong, “Pong, it is hot here. Put it in, okay, okay.. Hic….”
I sob in my throat, begging him with a trembling voice, while my body is as hot as if it is on fire. My two legs squeeze together slightly to make it rub against the middle of my body. My two hands do not stop spreading the hole for the cake shop owner to see. I only know… I must make Pong Pongprot my Phûa tonight!
To hell with whether it is gay or not! In this mood, I want it so much.
“Nong Gok, you do not know what you are playing with.” I no longer know what Pong is saying.
I just whisper…
"Okay."
“Sigh. I really intended for it not to be today.” Pong shakes his head slowly, then he turns to open the cake box.
“I went through the trouble of making it especially for you.”
It is the first time I pay no attention to delicious, sweet-tasting desserts. Because…
Whoosh… Thump
Pong yanks my underwear off and throws it aside. Then… he spreads my legs wide open.
Instantly.
“Nong Gok, I will warn you in advance… when I am on the bed, I am not as nice as I usually am.”
“What… Mmmphhhh!” I do not get to finish asking. Another sweet-tasting kiss presses down, slipping the tip of his tongue inside, tangling with my tongue until wet, slurping sounds fill the room. But it is not as wet as downstairs, where Pong grips it with one hand. Then…
Slick, slick, slick!
Pong does not do it like before. Pong… strokes it hard until I almost lose my breath. My eyes fly open; I gasp for air sharply. But Pong does not relent. He slips his tongue in until I almost choke. His hand is playing with the meaty rod. Not just stroking, he also grabs the base and shakes it back and forth, making me tingle in my lower abdomen. His other hand slips his thumb into my mouth, letting clear drool smear all the way to the corner of my lips before he pulls away.
“Gasp, Haa… P-P… Pong… Mmmmm!” I take a deep breath while he lifts my shirt up to my chest. He bends down to use his tongue to lick my nipple. The wet, slick sensation makes it stand up embarrassingly, but I cannot think anymore because Pong is stroking my skin very fast.
Nibble
“Mmm… Hic… Too hard… Too hard…” I cannot catch my breath; I can only squeeze my eyes shut. A warm mouth bites onto my nipple, then licks around the base. A hot hand is tending to my shaft fully until it cannot take it anymore. A horny person like me who has not released for several days can only…
Squirt
It happens. “Haa!!!!!” My whole body convulses. But before I can steady my breathing,
“Pong! Do not… yet… Ahhhhhhh!!!” I can only cry out when my hips are pushed up until they lift off the floor. Then Pong bends down. This time, he immediately flicks his tongue into my donut hole. Of course, it makes me scream at the top of my lungs, a sound I never think I can make in this lifetime.
Slick, slick, slick!
“Ah, Ah, Haa, More, Waaah!” I try to reach out to stop him, but I cannot. Pong uses one hand to press down both my hips and my hands, while the other hand pinches my nipple. And his tongue… probes in so deep that my eyes fly wide open.
“Are you playing with it?”
“Hic… Mmm…” I do not know what I answer, because Pong penetrates deep… deep… His tongue, moving up and down, is flicking and hooking in circles until I feel the inside is clamping down frantically. It tingles inside, in the front head, in my stomach, and up into my brain. I can only shake my hips. Both hands grab onto a cushion tightly. Snot and tears flow. I only know… Heaven is messing with me.
I do not know how long Pong plays with my donut hole, but he does not play with the front at all. Just his tongue alone makes me… finish another round easily. However, if you think Pong will stop… no.
Not one bit.
Whoosh
“Happy Birthday. Since your mouth cannot eat now, then here instead.”
Pong’s voice is warm, it is true, but why, why are his actions the complete opposite!!! I press my head down just in time to see Pong scoop up some brown cream from the cake, and then…
Slick
“Is it delicious, hmm?”
“Ahhhhh… It… cold… it’s cold… ah… tingling inside… Gok is tingling…” I almost thrash about when a hard finger, smeared with cold cream, slips inside. And I do not know if he washed it thoroughly first or not. Pong pushes his finger in to the hilt in one go, smearing the cream inside me as if it were a mouth that can taste. And it… is so damn tingling.
“Do you want more?”
“Hic…” I do not answer, but a second finger scoops in more cold cream and smears it all around. Then Pong… bends down to lick around my hole, collecting the cream that is oozing out from inside.
The moment I open my eyes to look at Pong, I see… a demon.
I do not know why I think that, but the deity I usually see now has a fierce, intense gaze, looking savage as if there is a beast inside this man’s body, and it is revealing itself now that he… rubs a giant ice cream stick against my soft, cream-smeared donut. Then…
“Good youth, it is okay.”
Plunge
“Araaaaaaaaaaang! Haa… Ah, Big… ah… hot… hot inside… Ouch!” Pong says in a kind voice, but I do not listen because I only feel the hot rod pushing inside, so large I cannot breathe. It rubs against every wall, and it is hot in a way that no other hot thing can compare to. Everything is pushing inside. But why do I feel like I am being completely consumed?
“I do not want you to hurt… but I have endured for so long… far too long…”
“Gasp! You! Pong… Mmm… It is big… Hic… Don’…” I moan incoherently as Pong pushes inside, using the hot lava ice cream to pound against the sensitive spot inside me until I know my lower body is twitching. I do not feel any pain at all, perhaps because of the creamy wetness that is melting inside, and because its large size hits my tingling spot every time. And its force… increases more and more.
It is completely different from the gentleness before. There is only intense heat that almost stops my heart.
That is all.
Swish, swish, swish, swish!
Phîi Pong speeds into me, and I can only scream. My hands clutch and grip the cushion with all my strength. The sofa shakes violently. I hear the sound of flesh hitting flesh with loud thwacks each time. I cannot see anything because tears flood my eyes. My head shakes and thrashes about. My waist bears the thrusting force of the large, tall frame that moves into me again and again.
I have never… Even though I have already finished twice, this level of intensity makes me… finish again.
I release my fluid for the third time, but Phîi Pong shows no sign of stopping.
Schlllp.
With one swift movement of his waist, Phîi Pong lifts me up to sit on his lap. He also pushes my hips down to take his hot ice cream, burying it to the hilt.
"I'm coooooming! Ugh!!"
I may have just finished, but being impaled so deeply into my core makes me moan loudly. I hold Phîi Pong's neck tightly. I am almost out of breath, but my body still moves according to the rhythm that Phîi Pong dictates. This position also makes the cream inside me flow out. I feel it gushing out every time Phîi Pong plunges in.
I am… dying.
I am not suffering to the point of death, but I… am dying and ascending to heaven.
"Ariang… Hng… Mmph… Smooch…" Phîi Pong kisses me again. He kisses me and kisses me until my body completely melts. I can only grip Phîi Pong's hair tightly, responding to him without any self-control left.
Before, I never know how much longer Phîi Pong can last, but I now understand the meaning of 'not kind like before'.
The Phîi Pong right now is like a completely different person, but he is a completely different person whom I… bloody fucking love!!!
"More… more… please, more…" I do not know when my moans changed into pleas.
But I want more… I want it.
Bbrring.
The clock chimes, announcing it is midnight, when Phîi Pong whispers.
"Happy birthday to you."
The birthday gift of getting the pastry chef I wanted as my romantic partner, but I never expected that kind person… to do something like this.
But, Phîi, how much longer can you last? I cannot take it anymore. Araaaaaaang! However, if it is Phîi Pong, then a horny youth like Âi Gok is willing to fight to the death with his body, too.
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