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Perspective Gok
I am a bird. I am flying. Yes, yes, yes!
I am flapping my wings to fly.
I am a mermaid. I cannot walk on land. Yes, yes, yes!
I feel like my legs have no strength to walk, and then I fall...
What the hell am I?!
I feel my consciousness drifting to a distant horizon while my body snuggles into a warm nest, as if there is a fireplace. But no matter how warm it is, it feels heavy... very heavy, like a steel beam is lying on me. On top of that, there's an ache and fatigue so severe I cannot move.
Wait, what happened before this?... Uh, what happened?
I am waking up now. I feel myself frowning, but... Hah, someone I do not know is massing between my eyebrows, making me relax.
Wait a minute... Then who is it?...
Whoosh
"Are you awake?"
Gasp!
No, I am not acting like a heroine in a period drama who wakes up to find the male lead smiling at her, even though I was willing and ready last night. It is the face-so-handsome-it-hits-my-eyes of the person I am involved with and his bare chest that bring the memories of last night rushing back... along with a sense of male defeat.
I... passed out on his chest.
Thump
"Waaahhhhhhh!" I think I remember everything now.
Last night was my birthday.
Last night, I asked Phîi Pong to be my Phûa.
Last night, Phîi Pong agreed to be my Phûa.
And last night, Phîi Pong... did me until my back almost broke!!
I remember everything now, damned-animal!
I must be the type who is not shy while doing it, but becomes shy later when I remember. Once I recall everything that was done to me, I grab the comforter to cover my face. I am now fully aware of the difference in experience between novices and veterans!!!
I knew Phîi Pong was skilled, but I did not know he would be this god-like.
To put it bluntly... It is like God himself came.
An amateur like me should just step aside. I cannot compete with the endurance, tenacity, and techniques that made me moan all night long. Not to mention the cream...
Squelch
"Last night, after Nong Gok fell asleep, I wiped you down. But you did not wake up."
I did not 'fall asleep," Phîi! That is called 'passing out'!
As I move my hand to cover my butt, Phîi Pong explains, so I can only grumble in my heart. I slowly lift the comforter, peeking out with just my two eyes to look at the cake shop owner who, now that he is awake, is even more extremely handsome!
He is leaning on the bed with one hand, his other arm draped over me. His hair is messy, his mouth is smiling, his eyes are sparkling, all in contrast to his apologetic tone.
"I am sorry for being a little rough."
I do not think you are sorry at all!
Phîi Pong smiles with charming, twinkling eyes, making me grip the comforter tighter. I have never been this shy while being naked before. I know I am a man, but being in front of Phîi Pong, I am too embarrassed to come out from under the blanket. Not to mention my cheeks are so hot I can feel it myself.
"I...it is okay... Khrap." Phîi Pong smiles again, forcing me to quickly turn my face to look around, trying to change the subject. I then realize I am now sleeping in my own room.
"Oh, I thought sleeping on the sofa might be uncomfortable, so I took the liberty of carrying you up." I want to ask how he knew which room was mine, but he probably checked every room. Then my eyes widen.
"The living room!!!"
Even I passed out. Is my sofa not just a wreck now?
The thought makes my cheeks even redder. I still grip the comforter tightly, and Phîi Pong smiles at me. "I cleaned up thoroughly. It is a shame Nong Gok did not get to eat the cake I made."
Who didn't eat it? I did eat it!!!
I want to argue, but the method of eating was a bit... too personal, so I lower my gaze further. But it seems Phîi Pong remembers, because he says in a soft voice,
"No, wait, Nong Gok did eat it... Was it delicious?"
Phîi Pong, are you teasing me? Are you teasing me?!?!?!
"Fine! I am not talking to you anymore!" I can do nothing but burrow into the blanket. And, good lord, I do not know if it was the right or wrong move, because once I burrow in, what do I find under the blanket? The shadowy silhouette of the giant sleeping within Phîi Pong. But instead of closing my eyes to avoid it, I stare even more curiously.
Thump
Ugh, I did not even get to look properly!
I am not disappointed. Just as I am pulled into an embrace, followed by warm lips kissing the top of my head, accompanied by Phîi Pong's laughter, his strong legs hook around me as if I am a stuffed doll.
"I am sorry. Nong Gok is so cute. Your face is redder than a ripe strawberry. And who taught you to peek out with just those sulky eyes? It is already too cute." Phîi Pong is attacking me until I want to squirm away. But sorry, my lower body really cannot take it. It is completely sore and exhausted, so I can only... snuggle into his chest, bloody fuck it.
"But I am genuinely sorry. I really wanted Nong Gok to eat that piece of cake. It was a chocolate cake, too. Your favorite."
How does Phîi Pong know I like chocolate cake? I do not think I ever told him.
I think, but I slowly poke my head out again. I blink twice and say softly,
"W...well, Phîi Pong can make me one another time. Gok is... is your... lo... romantic partner... your romantic partner now!"
Ugh, why am I being so childish?!
If my friends in the group knew I could have a shy, bashful moment like this, they would spit in disgust. Even though Âi Gok is small as an ant, I never yield to anyone. This time, I have gone soft for this kind older person. And just trying to say the word 'romantic partner' gets stuck in my throat, even though last night I was bolder and more direct than him.
"Romantic partners?"
Hey, hey, hey! Do not tell me you do not remember.
I almost lose my shyness, lifting my head to look at him with wide eyes. If Phîi Pong says he finished and discarded me... then... then what should I do?... Oh, I will finally tell my brother to come shoot him in the head!
"We are romantic partners now, right?... I am so happy." But it is not what I suspected. Phîi Pong is scratching his neck shyly, laughing softly, seeming to really like this term. And I just learned that a man as big as a building can also be cute. My brain fails to command my body in time.
Thump
"Phîi, you cannot abandon Gok." I hug Phîi Pong, unashamed of heaven, earth, or the angels, while he tightens his embrace around me.
"It is Nong Gok who must not abandon an old man like me."
"Huh, you dare call yourself old? Last night you had so much endurance... Oop." I slipped up. I said it without thinking, resulting in Phîi Pong looking down at me intently, making a slightly troubled face.
"Did I scare you?"
"No! Gok likes it!!!"
If I were to ask for a body-dissolving solution anytime, it should be now. It would be better if not even a fingernail remained.
Smile... a very wide smile. I said it before my brain could command me again. I look at Phîi Pong, who seems stunned, before he...
Thump
"Hey, why are you carrying Gok?"
Phîi Pong gets up, snatches the comforter away, and picks me up, so I barely have time to cover my privates. Then he looks down and smiles in a way that makes me feel... it does not seem like an angel, somehow.
"I am relieved that my desires did not make Nong Gok uncomfortable. I will take you to bathe, and then, um... since we are both stopped anyway, I would like to, um... have another round."
Why are you saying 'um' so much?! If you are going to take me anyway!!!
"Is it not okay?" I might have made a sour face, because Phîi Pong looks sad, and that...
"It is okay!!!"
I agree, you razor clam.
I think initially I was the one planning to trap an angel to be my Phûa. But why does it now feel like I have gotten a Phûa who is a demon? And it seems like he might be an incubus... a sex-eating demon!!!
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"Where did Nong Gok learn the cleaning method from?"
"The internet."
"And you cleaned yourself without anyone helping, right?"
"Who was I going to find to help?!"
In the bathroom, Phîi Pong does not even let me bathe myself. He has me sit on the edge of the bathtub, then starts spraying water, soaping up, and scrubbing every part of me. Since I already encountered the demon-subduing techniques last night, I am too exhausted for it to rise up immediately. So I lean back and let the cake shop owner bathe me, never thinking I would have a day like this.
I thought I was manly for 18 years, then at 19—poof—Nirvana.
"Phîi Pong, how many people have you been through to be this skilled?!" I do not mean to start a fight, but I cannot help but wonder. However stupid I am, I have to know he has experience. So he might be the real deal. As soon as I finish the question, Phîi Pong turns away.
"Phîi Pong!" This is not jealousy! I just grab his arm very hard.
"I... I am this age already..."
"Huh, so you have been through a lot." I let go of his arm immediately, pouting. I even make a move to grab the showerhead to wash myself, but Phîi Pong holds it firmly, even raising it above his head. How can a Shorty like me reach it? I can only look at him with wide, pleading eyes, which makes him bloody fucking smile.
"Are you jealous?"
"Jealous for..."
Yes, jealous!
Phîi Pong laughs again before standing behind me, spraying water on my wet head to rinse off the shampoo foam. He speaks for me to hear.
"I may have had past experiences, but it is because I am this age. It would be strange if I had none, right? But do not worry. Now, I will only have Nong Gok. You do not need to be jealous of me. I am the one who is secretly jealous of Nong Gok. Nong Janjao is beautiful, Nong Graphic is handsome. You are surrounded by good-looking friends." I feel relieved when he confirms it clearly. Then I laugh when I think of that couple.
"Janjao and Âi Graphic? Oh, Phîi, they are romantic partners. They are probably Phûa-Mia by now."
"Ah, I misjudged. I thought Graphic... I must have been mistaken."
What was Phîi Pong looking at? But those two are stuck together like glue. Plus, they have been dating for two years, right? Whatever Janjao says, Âi Graphic always says 'yes, ma'am'. He has been afraid of his Mia since he was young.
"And these past few years, has Nong Gok had anyone?"
"Phîi should ask if, throughout all this time, has Gok had anyone?" Phîi Pong bloody fucking phrases the question strangely, but I answer.
"No. In nineteen years of life, I have never had a romantic partner. Once I got one, it turned out to be a man." I close my eyes, letting the warm water rinse over my face, washing away the shampoo suds. I speak as if joking, but Phîi Pong instead...
"I am sorry that I made Nong Gok walk this path."
Have I gotten into the habit of blaming him?
I smile. I like Phîi Pong so, so much. What kind of man never says I am wrong, not even once? Here I am, unable to control my heart or stop my forward self. Phîi Pong is the one who fell prey to me. But well, it is good that I am right. So I say in a brighter voice,
"Then Phîi Pong must take good care of Gok, make sweets for Gok every day, be very kind to Gok, and then... lo... love Gok a lot too."
The last part—I am shy.
He reaches out to stroke my face, wiping the warm droplets from it. When I open my eyes... he picks me up again.
Was I born as a palanquin carrier in a past life?
Splash...
But Phîi Pong does not carry me out of the bathroom. He carries me into the tub, which is filled with warm water—but he does not let me soak alone. He follows me in, sitting behind me, until I cannot help but feel something... poking my butt.
I want to look. I want to see the real thing up close again. It was dark last night.
I glance to the side, wanting to see the real thing close up, but...
Squish
"Gasp! Ph...Phîi Pong... the water, the water is coming in... ah, hot..." Phîi Pong bloody fucking inserts his finger into my swollen hole, making the warm water surge inside. My eyes widen completely. I can only grab his hand to stop him, but I am too late as he... curls his finger and lifts.
"Well, you told me to love you a lot. So I must start doing my duty."
"Tha... That is not it. Not like this." I moan in my throat, gasping for air. Who would believe that the warmth flowing in makes me feel aroused? Not to mention the warm palm stroking my body, making me understand now that Phîi Pong was not trying to arouse me earlier. This is what you call 'it'!
"Then what is it like?"
"Like... deeper... more..."
Slap my mouth hard, but it is probably too late now.
I close my eyes tightly as his finger probes forward. I can feel Phîi Pong gently rubbing my pleasure point. Just that makes my skin change color, my body turns crimson, I throw my head back with a trembling moan. And probably because my donut is still soft and wet, when the sausage forces its way in again... it goes in very easily.
It locks in place like a key and a small padlock.
"Whimper..."
"Does it hurt?"
"Na...no. But Phîi Pong... inside, it's so hot... more..." Phîi Pong whispers the question by my ear while stroking my damp back, making me grip his arm tightly.
"Open your legs a bit, so it is not cramped." Phîi Pong says another thing. And I am a good boy, right? Easy, right? I open my legs wide, right? Until I see my little son looking up at the sky. I reach out to grab it, but...
Thump
"Let us try from behind. I will go slowly."
Adults should explain before doing, not demonstrate and then talk!!!
Slosh, slosh, slosh
Phîi Pong holds my hips, making me move my pelvis slowly, while he himself pushes in to help, creating a slow, gentle rhythm that makes the water ripple. He reaches out to stroke my body—my neck, my shoulders, my chest, my waist—then returns to flick my soft nipples back and forth, kneading them gently as if trying to squeeze out milk.
"I will hold here gently so it does not change color, okay? Down below too. Nong Gok is pink all over like this, it is so cute."
I do not mind, I do not care anymore. I gasp for air, leaning my body against Phîi Pong, but I arch my hips up to meet him every time he pushes in. It feels good. Very good. Not as intense as last night, but it is a slow, gentle rhythm that makes me almost forget to breathe.
Did I already say it is absolutely amazing?
I might be a bit too much of a glutton. When I get to eat sweet ice cream with sweetened condensed milk, I would say no ice cream bar could be more delicious than this.
I can only turn my head and whisper, "A kiss... please..."
This time, the person who would not let me kiss before presses his mouth to mine. And it is just as sweet as last night, making me lick and entwine, whispering with a trembling voice, 'More, more, Phîi Pong, I want more.' Until it seems I have another secret I cannot tell anyone.
I am addicted to Phîi Pong.
That was a minute ago. But now I want to change my mind!!
Slosh, slosh, slosh, slosh
"Ah... ah... Gasp!!!"
When the gently splashing water turns into a tsunami wave crashing down, the soft, sweet moans turn into trembling, shuddering sounds like a buffalo being slaughtered. My two hands grip the edge of the tub tightly. I feel like a small sailboat about to capsize in the middle of the sea. And if you think that is the end of it...
I underestimated the cake maker too much.
Just one of Phîi Pong's rounds equals me... coming completely.
Now I am seriously wondering if a body like this will live long enough to graduate!
Hey!
But also... um, well, do not tell my Mâe, but it was the most blissful, sir.
"I have to go pick up Moo."
"Then I will go with you."
As soon as I tell Phîi Pong that I need to pick up my 'child,' he volunteers to take me. The reason is that I cannot go alone in my condition. Sure, right now I am weak and exhausted. Even though it was very good, amazing, dazzling, there is no way I can haul my corpse to call a taxi that allows dogs.
So now, a large car is driving towards Âi Graphic's house.
"Does Phîi Pong close the shop every Saturday?" It gets too quiet, which is embarrassing, so I start a conversation with him. And that lets me learn something important.
"Yes. It is my only day off."
"Oh, and Sunday?"
"I have a special job... I am a teacher for a baking class." Phîi Pong names a famous culinary institute that even I know. I can only widen my eyes, looking at him in admiration.
"It is a special course for working people, so I only teach on Sundays. I have been doing it for half a year now..... I think I told you before that I just returned to Thailand, right?" I nod, remembering that Phîi Pong lived abroad before.
"I graduated from a culinary institute here. After graduating, I flew abroad to specialize further. After finishing, I worked there for several years, but not just in one place. I changed countries many times. For these kinds of jobs, you go through agencies... Oh, most chefs who come to work in Thailand come through agencies..." I am quite impressed. Just thinking about having to live abroad alone for many years gives me chills, not to mention my terrible, awful language skills, which are abysmal.
Mostly, it goes through agencies... I am quite amazed. Just thinking about having to live abroad alone for many years makes me nervous. That does not include the issue of my language, which is terribly disastrous.
“Then what happens next, Phîi Pong?” I say.
“There is a time when I return to visit my home in Thailand... I have not told you about my family. We have a lot of land, all the area next to the school is ours. When I see it, I like it, and I think, this is it, it must be time to finally settle down in Thailand. So I go to ask my grandmother shamelessly, saying, "This area, let Pong open a dessert shop." At first, I am strongly opposed, and they tell me, "Why would you abandon a good future to open a small shop?’” Phîi Pong says.
That’s right, I think. From what I hear, Phîi Pong seems to have gone very far, so I agree with his grandmother. My expression must show too much agreement, because Phîi Pong reaches out and places his hand on my head.
“But I make the right decision, because it allows me to meet Nong Gok,” Phîi Pong says.
I do not respond. I feel shy.
I turn my face away. I see from the reflection in the car window that my cheeks are red... very red.
“I continue. During the construction year, I still fly back and forth because I have contracts there. When they end, I return. Then I face the question... "The economy is bad, do you think you will survive?’... I already know that opening my own shop is risky, and especially a dessert shop in Thailand, and in front of a school. What can I expect from students, even if it is a school for wealthy children?” The storyteller shakes his head slowly.
“I tell myself that I give myself one year to recover the capital. But in the first month of opening... I sigh repeatedly. From being a pâtissier who makes desserts non-stop throughout working hours, I become someone who stares at an empty shop. I secretly think, did I make the wrong decision? But since I invest this much, I have to fight. So I decide to take on teaching additionally, intending to use the income to cover here. Then I meet Pam, who comes to study,” Phîi Pong says.
The more I listen, the more amazed I am. I am still a youth who asks my parents for money, after all. I do not understand how difficult it is, but I can perceive that Phîi Pong is capable.
Then, without knowing, I ask out loud.
“Are you tired, Phîi Pong?”
I see Phîi Pong smile often. I see him laugh often. But I have never seen Phîi Pong this stunned before. The hand that holds my head shakes..... it shakes until I can feel it. Before he pulls his hand back, he looks straight ahead at the road in front of him. Then he answers the question with a serious tone that is frightening.
“Even if I am tired, it is worth it,” Phîi Pong says.
Phîi Pong returns to smiling. It is a happy smile that I think means he must love making desserts. Very many desserts.
“You make your dream come true, right?” I say.
I do not know. Is he talking about the dessert shop? But why does my heart beat this fast? I do not dare make eye contact. I feel that Phîi Pong’s eyes contain so much in them, so I think it is because he has been through a lot. But my heart does not calm down at all.
“You are so capable, Phîi Pong,” I say.
“No, I am not capable. I take a full seven years. Some people achieve their dreams in one or two years. But for me, if compared, it is from when Nong Gok was in elementary school until now in twelfth grade,” Phîi Pong says, joking. But he must be very tired from the shop matters, because his tone tells me that he has endured throughout.
So I suppress my shy feeling, and...
Thud.
“If there is anything Gok can do, tell Gok,” I say. I then rest my forehead on his shoulder. After that, I rub back and forth like Âi Moo.
He likes to nudge people’s hands. I myself also rub Phîi Pong’s shoulder.
Pat.
“Just deciding to be with me is enough already. For other matters, I fight without retreating,” Phîi Pong says, extremely determined. At that moment, he raises his hand to hug my shoulder.
“So, which way is our friend’s house?” Phîi Pong says.
“Oh, right ahead, Phîi. Turn right. Gok has been here once. He says it is not his parents’ house, probably his relative’s house. But Gok has never seen his relative’s face,” I say, pointing and instructing. I let the matters we discuss today pass, because I think it is just Phîi Pong’s past that has already passed. But if my future self could turn back, I would say... you missed the most important part.
But of course, now I am interested only in the dog... Âi guy who looks at me with sad puppy dog eyes.
Why does Âi Moo walk away with his tail down from Âi Ruthless like that?
“Hey, my dog still has not been defeated, right!!!” I say.
As soon as I see Âi Graph’s face, I confront him first. He then grins and responds with words that make.... I want to transform into a dog right now.
“Your dog has not been defeated, but you probably have opened up for him already... right, Ruthless?” Âi Graph says.
Âi damned-animal Graph!!!
"Woof!"
As if him teasing me is not enough, his dog agrees. His dog walks over with a fut-fid sound twice, and then bloody fucking... it grins like its owner, and barks again.
Why? I think I do not understand dog language, but why do I feel flustered that Âi Ruthless bloody fucking must know for sure that my scent is filled with cum!!!
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