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Perspective Gok
I am aware that I was whining heavily, but I cannot help it.
They say the more you comfort someone, the more they cry. I understood that clearly today. Not only did Phîi Pong carry me to his shop, he also carried me up to the third floor in that condition. And while I was being carried, I was still in the mode of I do not know, I do not care, I do not give a damn, I am in shock, so I turned into a baby monkey, clinging to him very tightly.
Even after being brought up to sit on the sofa in the room, I still was not fully aware. I did not complain about being made to sit on his lap. I did not protest being stroked. There was even an optional extra of nuzzling my face and shoulder.
What could I do? I had not yet recovered from almost being hit, so I had completely forgotten what happened the last time I was in this room. Especially since Phîi Pong kept whispering in my ear...
“It is all right now, good youth. It is all right now. You are safe now.”
I was both snuggling and nuzzling. If I had one more move, it would have been the full set.
“Gok... is not hurt at all, I say.”
I hate myself. My mouth says no, but butting my head against Phîi Pong’s hand that is stroking my head, what does that mean!
Am I a dog!
“Yes, it is all right now, is it not?”
“Mhmm!”
Let us just say that whatever he said, I just answered ‘mhmm’. I only know that this warm chest and hard lap... are addictive.
“Phîi Pong, when are you coming down? Pam cannot handle it... Ah!”
Gasp!!!
I would have been frozen in that position for a long time if I had not heard a voice calling from the entrance to the room, where the same attractive young woman was standing holding the door. And from that angle, she must have seen me sitting on Phîi Pong’s lap clearly. But because I was shocked and did not move much, I was stuck in that same position, making Phîi Pam’s eyes go wide.
“Oops, is Pam interrupting? But Pam knocked on the door, Phîi Pong... Sorry, Nong.”
“Hey, it is not what you think!!!”
Let us just say I came to my senses then. I both pushed and scrambled out of Phîi Pong’s lap very forcefully, to the point that the cake shop owner did not say anything, letting me go to sit snuggled on the other end of the sofa, only turning to give his junior a stern look.
“Knock louder next time.”
“I did knock loudly, but Phîi Pong probably did not want to come down, right? I saw him craning his neck looking for someone for many days... So this is the Nong.”
Hmph. Phîi Pong was looking for me.
I turned abruptly to look at the handsome man, just as he was still giving Phîi Pam a stern look. Then he turned to look at me awkwardly, raising his hand to scratch his neck in embarrassment again.
“Well, that day Nong Gok ran out, and you said it was my fault. I was worried that, uh... ”
“I had made Nong Gok angry or something.”
Hey! Psycho! What are you thinking! I ran away because I was embarrassed that I came!!! And about blaming you, you do not have to take it so seriously, okay? From the moment I was grinding against Jacob, there was nothing to blame, I just blamed you.
I looked at Phîi Pong with my eyes wide, because at a time like this he was still looking at me with the same kind-Phîi expression, not showing any sign of disgust about what happened last time at all. That wide smile was the same as before. Moreover, he asked me with an unsure, coaxing voice.
“So, is Nong Gok angry with me about something?”
“No, I am not angry.”
Damn! Weren't you going to run away from him!!!
I really want to slap my own mouth until it tears, because as soon as I saw Phîi Pong’s dejected face, I softened just like that.
Especially since there was a reinforcing voice from the doorway.
“Please do not be angry with Phîi Pong. This one has been moping for several days. If the cake is not tasty, it is definitely because the shop owner is afraid you are angry,” Phîi Pam confirmed, which made me... face feel hot.
The cake is not tasty because I did not come? Psycho! Why do I feel so special?
“Well... I am not angry at all.”
Where the hell is this hesitancy coming from!!!
I was aware that I had softened to a perceptible degree, while Phîi Pong also opened his mouth as if to say something more, if not for the person who came to fetch him quickly getting to the point, acting scared of the person who had come to confront him.
“Alright, now that Nong is not angry anymore, Phîi Pong, please come manage the front first. His friend said he must see you. Pam cannot handle it. I stopped him from coming up. Good thing he does not know Phîi Pong’s house is upstairs, or he would have stormed up for sure. He keeps saying he must interview you.”
Sigh.
This is the first time I have seen Phîi Pong sigh this heavily. Every other time, a kind person like him only has a wide smile and a soft voice that takes the blame for everything for me. Seeing his troubled expression, I began to get curious. But sorry, I will not meddle. ‘Choose not to meddle’ is not Gok’s slogan, because I reiterate, I cannot even save myself from my own problems anymore!
“Okay, go down first. I will follow soon,” Phîi Pam accepted the words and went downstairs first, leaving Phîi Pong to turn and look at my face.
“Nong can stay alone, right?”
“Very comfortable,” I say. Let us just say the shock has worn off, replaced by not being able to look at Phîi Pong’s face very well... I just buried my face in the crook of his neck!
“Then I will come up soon. And I have something to ask.”
“Huh?” I say. I still could not catch up with what he would ask, and I was even more surprised when Phîi Pong paused and then said with a dry voice.
“About the time before when Nong Gok ran away from me.”
Thud.
I was silent, frozen, stunned. I looked at Phîi Pong, who was willing to leave the room, but before going, he still did not fail to glance back at me with a worried look that made my gland of guilt... burst through the mercury.
Bang.
Gulp.
“Don’t ask me, you dreamed it first, thought it yourself, nothing happened at all, okay, get it? Is it over? No asking, no talking anymore,” I say, gripping my temples, speaking to myself in verses because I could not say it to Phîi Pong. The matter is clear to the point that Phîi Pong has held my little banana and decorated the tip of my cherry. What other excuse could there be?
I do not know what Phîi Pong thinks, but at that time, a kind person like him must have just wanted to help me, who was so stressed I could not walk. It is only me who thought badly, thought with ill intent, shifted the blame, and even ran out of the shop. Worse than that, I could not avoid him, and then I was so flustered that Phîi Pong had to help me again.
Oy, how should I answer the question?
I do not know how long I gripped my temples and ruffled my own hair for. Let us just say it was a long time. In my head, it was racing around looking for a plausible excuse, but the evidence is so overwhelming, what can I say? If I could mix a memory-erasing potion, I am not a wizard. If I hit my head to make me forget, I am afraid I would hit wrong and die. Every method is bloody fucking stupid and idiotic.
And I would have thought endlessly if the phone had not rang, attracting my attention to turn and look.
Âi' Pae is calling.
“What do you want?” I say.
[I found the shit-lizard who sold us out. He reported to the teacher for a reduced punishment. I am stomping on him right now.]
“Yeah, whatever,” I say. I should be excited that my friend says this, but I cannot get excited. My mind is completely gone.
[And where are you? Did you escape?]
“I escaped. After jumping outside the fence, I led the teacher running in circles around the school alley. I shook him off halfway through the run. But even though I escaped, there is more trouble. Skipping class this time is bloody fucking not worth it,” I say dejectedly.
But I will not tell the story of almost being hit by a car and being shocked stiff... It ruins my image. Then I cut him off, telling him to leave my bag with them, I will get it tomorrow but...
“Nong Gok skipped class to come here?” a voice says.
Thud.
Damn!
Since when did Phîi Pong come in! No, why is the sound of this door so quiet, like a stalking cat!
I accidentally swallowed hard with a gulp, turned to look behind, and saw the cake shop owner holding a small plate, on top of which was a large piece of cream puff with the filling bursting out so much that I could see the yellow cream overflowing, while his face looked... unusually serious.
“He... it has nothing to do with you!!!”
I have been scolded by adults a lot, so I retorted immediately. If it were anyone else, they would have started a lecture course for me. However, Phîi Pong... looked crestfallen, and then muttered so quietly it made me lose heart.
“That is right, I am not involved with Nong Gok.”
Gulp.
When Phîi Pong turned his back as if to walk away, I leaped from the sofa to grab the hem of his shirt tightly. My heart plummeted, and I must have looked pitiful because the person who turned back to look said, “Please do not make a face like that. Nong Gok spoke correctly. I am the one meddling.”
Gah! Gah!!! Gah!!! Damn, don't blame yourself! I feel guilty!
“I did not mean it like that,” I say. I want to explain myself, but I cannot speak. Even the delicious-looking cream puff cannot attract my attention as much as Phîi Pong’s crestfallen expression. I opened my mouth and then closed it again, hesitating about what to say, while the cake shop owner stood still and listened attentively, not rushing me to speak.
But...
“I, um, I... ”
Gulp.
“You've got a wound here!”
But then suddenly, Phîi Pong grabbed my wrist and turned it over to look at my elbow, making me look down to follow his gaze. It is true... my elbow has a long scrape. I must have gotten the wound when I jumped over the school fence. But I quickly told him to put his mind at ease.
“It does not hurt, Phîi,” I say.
“No, even if it does not hurt, we must treat the wound... Did we get wounds anywhere else?” Suddenly, Phîi Pong’s face became stern immediately. He placed the plate of cream puff on the other side, but before I could follow it with my eyes, he grabbed my wrist again and pulled me to follow him to the destination for treating the wound... the bedroom in the loft.
Okay, it is just a bedroom. It is not like I have never been up there. I have even been up there to jerk off.
In my heart, I am encouraging myself fully, but my legs are shaking. The time I used a shirt instead of a fan to cool down, and the time the owner of the room came to help me cool down, they all rushed into my head without stopping. But if I were to struggle, I could not bring myself to do it, because Phîi Pong looked so concerned, until I told myself... it is just treating a wound.
The time before, you were dazed, Gok.
But...
Ah.
“Hey, why are you taking me to the bathroom?” I say.
Phîi Pong did not take me to sit on the bed or anything like that. He led me into the extremely large bathroom, making me ask in utter confusion, until the room owner turned to look at me with worried eyes, lowering his gaze to look me over from head to toe, then said with words that made my eyes widen.
“Take your clothes off.”
"Huh!!!"
I certainly exclaimed. But Phîi Pong persisted.
“I want Nong Gok to take your clothes off.”
“Are you crazy? You want me to get naked in front of you!!!” I say, of course I protested. Who would dare? I cannot even trust myself. If I stare into Phîi Pong’s eyes too much, my election will point straight up. I have no face left to be embarrassed with! Therefore... no way!!!
I shook my head in refusal, hitting it against the wall. But...
Gulp.
Phîi Pong used both hands to hold my shoulders, bent his face down to look me in the eyes with a gaze that made me go weak... he is worried.
“Let me check your wounds for you. If I do not see it with my own eyes, I cannot stop worrying. It is alright that Nong Gok will not go to the hospital, but at least let me be sure that you do not have any wounds other than just a scrape... ” Phîi Pong was silent for a moment before saying with a dejected voice,
“About Nong Gok skipping class, I truly do not agree, and I probably cannot say anything about it. But about you being injured, please let me be the person who is involved in this matter. I will not be comfortable at all if I do not check thoroughly... okay?” Phîi Pong moved his hand to hold my cheek and stroked it gently, which made me... soften.
Especially when he ended with this sentence. “I am worried about you.”
Phîi Pong’s gaze gave the feeling of a kind, caring adult, even towards a delinquent youth who skipped school. Plus, his fingertips stroking my cheek gently made me remember that I recovered from the shock of almost dying because of a touch like this, and the owner of the touch is Phîi Pong, who is now begging me to let him look at my wounds.
He is this good, am I still going to put on airs?
The thought made me answer hesitantly.
“Fi... fine.”
Whatever. We are both men. What is there to be embarrassed about? Plus, he has already seen from the stem of the cherry to the fruit. Just taking off clothes... pfft, childish, Gok.
Yes, I am all talk. My hands are shaking terribly as I undo my shirt buttons one by one, until the white school shirt is fully open. But I managed to muster some courage when Phîi Pong stepped back several more paces and turned his face away, so I could suppress my embarrassment.
Nong, I have taken my shirt off now, I think, while slowly undoing the hook and unzipping my pants.
It is fine, I still have my boxers.
Thump.
I held my breath as I let them fall to the floor, then called out to Phîi Pong.
“Fi... finished, Phîi. Are you going to check or not?”
Oy, my voice is shaking because I am cold, not because I am embarrassed. Believe me!
Phîi Pong turned around, and I was extremely relieved that he was still looking at me with pure intentions. It made everything okay. When he walked around to my back and raised his hand to hold the back of my calf.
“It is all dirty. We must wash it off so I can see if there is a wound or not.”
“Uh, mhmm, go ahead and wash, Phîi,” I say. I do not mind as long as I still have my boxers on. I walk to the shower area, about to turn on the water, but...
Gulp.
“Wait, I will do it for you. It is on your back, so you will not have to twist your body.”
Okay, the reason is sound. I will agree to stand here freezing.
Splash... splash...
My eyes stare only at the bathroom wall as the warm water sprays onto the back of my calf, which is still okay. But what is not okay... is the large hand that rises to stroke slowly. I think he is afraid I am hurt, but the fact that the palm, both large and warm, is stroking upward and then moving downward, makes me feel... strange.
I turn to look at his face, until I see that the cake shop owner is squatting down with a serious expression, washing my wound. I tell myself that Phîi Pong is not thinking anything. It is just that the way he is stroking my leg is... thrillingly strange.
He is not just placing his hand and stroking. Phîi Pong uses all five fingertips to gently trace along the black mud stains, then strokes downward with his palm. It makes my lower abdomen flutter, like looking down from a skyscraper... my stomach drops like that.
“Let me rub some soap.”
“Uh... mhmm.”
Gasp!!!
I think I can still handle it... keep the flag planted... until Phîi Pong turns to press the liquid soap and lathers it in his palm. A scent similar to vanilla spreads throughout the large bathroom, and I want to ask how a guy as big as a buffalo dares to use this scent, but I cannot speak when the scent is disturbing my senses, as much as the large, warm hands stroking along both my calves.
“The top is dirty too,” Phîi Pong mutters, and I suppress a startle when he strokes his hands up to the back of my thighs. And let me die, it is driving me crazy!!!
I told you already, right, that this week I have only cum once, even though I normally masturbate a lot. Therefore, being stroked with a thrilling touch, smelling the vanilla scent, feeling the warmth of the person I dreamed about, the memory of the time someone guided my elephant trunk to learn to spray water is causing the same thing to happen.
Gulp.
My hand grips the wall tightly, trying to suppress the feeling, but...
"Ah!!!"
"Does it hurt?" he asks.
Phîi Pong stroked his hand too high, and it made me... tingle sharply.
Of course, the sound escaped, while the room owner asked in surprise, standing up immediately even though both hands were dirty with liquid soap.
“N... no, it does not... hurt... ” I say, trying to deny it, but one of my hands... is cupping my crotch.
Phîi Pong bent down to look at my hand, his eyes showing understanding, before giving a comforting smile.
“It is alright. It is a normal thing. I told you before, right?”
It is not normal! Just you stroking me and I get hard, it is not normal!
I want to protest to his face, but I cannot protest because my legs are shaking violently, and the most despicable thing is that I did not protest, whine, moan, or anything at all when Phîi Pong grabbed my wrist that was cupping my crotch and pulled it away. Perhaps because Phîi Pong’s expression was not disgusted, not scary. He looked at me like an Phîi doting on a Nong, and that revealed... a sticky liquid.
My bread stick is standing stiff, rubbing against my boxers, and it even released fluid, making the fabric wet with a stain!!!
“Do not, no need to cry. Young men at this age are all like this.”
I am so embarrassed I could cry!
Gulp.
“Rea... really, Phîi?” I say.
I do not know if it is true, but upon hearing that it is not peculiar, I grab Phîi Pong’s shirt.
He nods.
“It is true. Let me help you take it out, so we can continue treating the wound.”
“Mhmm.”
Huh!!!
In my heart, I scream loudly. Not only did I nod, I also arched my hips forward a little, as if I really want it, do it quickly, do it right now, even though I should have said it is not necessary, I can do it myself, I have hands. I have to blame the other party... the time before was so beautifully magnificent that I saved it for a dream.
To be honest, right now... I do not give a damn.
I look at Phîi Pong’s hands with moist eyes... these are the very hands that took me to heaven the time before, and now I cannot take it anymore.
While Phîi Pong gives me a smile, sends his fingertips to rub against the moist part through my boxers, and I am very sensitive. After he rubs a few times... it becomes terribly sticky. I bite my lip, barely suppressing a scream. My back is already against the wall behind me. My other hand raises to cover my mouth.
“Should I do it while you are still wearing your boxers, or is it better to take them off?”
“An... any way is fine... quickly... I want to.”
Let me die, I am confessing completely, damned-animal!
But instead of doing it quickly, Phîi Pong looked up and asked me.
“Nong Gok is not referring to yourself by your name anymore?”
“Tha... that matter, never mind.”
Oy, the matter of calling names, never mind that! Now I want to, hear that I want to release, help me release right now!
Squish squish.
“Hn... ah... ”
“But I like it when Nong Gok refers to yourself by your name. It is cute,” Phîi Pong says, still making conversation, but his fingers are rubbing my tip very hard, making my legs shake and buckle, my eyes filled with tears, about to cry out. My stomach tenses repeatedly. I desperately want to pull my little boy out to breathe the outside air.
Therefore, when Phîi Pong says...
“I would really like to hear it.”
Gulp.
“Gok wants... Phîi help Gok... jerk it... jerk hard, jerk Gok’s.”
My sanity is on the left, my consciousness is on the right, leaving only the animal instinct to mate in the middle. Because I grab Phîi Pong’s hand to make him hold my little piece of meat and push it towards his hand, making a moaning request, both shaking, both blurry, both hoarse with a shit-lizard-like mood, until Phîi Pong looks surprised.
“I am sorry. Come on, I will help you right now.”
Squish squish squish.
“Gasp, mhmm... hak, hak... ”
Let me die. I cannot speak, cannot think of anything damned. I can only look up, leaning against the wall, open my mouth, and let out moans echoing throughout the bathroom when the other party grabs my little friend with one hand and jerks it up and down through the soft pants. And let me die, it feels so good, so good, especially when I look down and see the red, moist tip popping up over the edge of the boxers and then disappearing and reappearing... fucking great, damned fucking turned on.
Squish squish.
“Hn... ah... Gok is so turned on, Phîi, Gok is turned on... ” I say.
Phîi Pong pushed my boxers down below my hips when he grabbed the base of me and shook it up and down gently, making my cherry tip bounce around. That alone almost made me thrash. My hands flail on the wall, almost clawing at it. I only know that it is good and very good.
“I do not know if Nong Gok knows, but we men can receive stimulation in other places too.”
“Ah, hn... e-ek!”
I am not listening, or maybe I am listening but do not understand. I do not know what Phîi Pong is saying. I only know to thrust my hips towards his hand repeatedly, rapidly, extremely ecstatic, before... my eyes widen, I moan loudly, and drool leaks from the corner of my mouth when...
Gulp.
"Ahhhh"
My nipple was squeezed!!!
I do not know what to do when suddenly a slippery hand, because of the liquid soap, goes to play with my nipple, a spot I have never paid attention to before. At first, I wanted to push it away and say I do not want it, I am a man, I do not need this area. But Phîi Pong insists.
“If we play with this area too, it will be better than just releasing.”
Is the adult lying?... I do not know. I only know... the adult is demonstrating!
Squish squish squish.
“Hn... it is more... ” I moan, my body shaking, as a strange new feeling is attacking my chest area... Phîi Pong’s hand is pinching the small bead in the middle, before squeezing gently, brushing past lightly, then using his thumb to rub down on it, making it tingly and stiff. Especially when I look down, my pink bead is very hard. It is standing out prominently, even more than the AV actresses’ nipples!
“Can I rub harder?”
Why are you asking me? Why are you asking me? Just do it!!!
Now I have no strength to answer, only strength to push my chest towards his hand, bite my lip tightly, narrow my eyes through the curtain of tears. My face must be contorted with thrilling excitement for sure, because even my hips are trying to push towards his hand, my chest is shaking back and forth. Phîi Pong must understand because he rubs harder, but...
“Do not be angry. My hands are not free anymore.”
Angry... about what?
Lick.
"Gasp! It is more... ah, Phîi, do not lick, do not, aaaahhhh!"
I could not finish repeating the words. The thrilling sensation rushed to my head again. It came with the tip of a wet tongue that flicked down very quickly, and then it swiped, it swiped a long line up my nipple. The first time, I startled. The second time, my mouth trembled. The third time... even the AV actress’s voice would be shy compared to mine.
Yes, Phîi Pong is sucking my nipple with his mouth!!!
“More, suck more... harder, Phîi lick... more... ah... ah. It’s moooore!!!”
At that moment, you have to understand that I am about to cum. When he flicks the tip of his tongue while jerking my ice cream stick squish squish squish, I arch my body towards him very hard, almost becoming a bow pose, both hands clawing at the wall behind me, throwing my head back to look at the ceiling and letting out. I only know that... I just went to heaven.
All the cum released since I started having sexual feelings combined cannot compare to Phîi Pong’s hands and mouth this time, not even a bit!!!
Splat.
I slid down along the force of gravity, but Phîi Pong caught my waist in time. Even though my eyes are still blurry, my mouth is still trembling, my nose is breathing heavily until my whole body is shuddering, while I realize... dreaming of sucking his nipple is not as ecstatic as being sucked.
Now, forget about running away, I cannot even stand. I have no mind left to do anything. I can only pant hak hak in Phîi Pong’s embrace, who is holding me tightly.
“It is alright.”
How can it be alright, you psycho!
Phîi Pong still gives me the same kind smile as before. Then he raises his own hand to the level of my eyes and says with a concerned voice.
"I know it is not related, but a healthy young man like us must take care to release it sometimes, or else we will get stressed. Something this thick means you probably have not released it for a while, which is not good," he says.
I want to curse the person who transformed into a health teacher without regard for the situation, but I cannot curse him. I cannot find my voice. Most importantly... he is very worried about me.
As for me?
Gulp.
I choose to raise my hands and hug Phîi Pong's shoulders very tightly. I push my body against his chest and bury my face against his shoulder because... "Do not say anymore, Phîi... I am embarrassed," I say.
I no longer remember that Phîi Pong is also a man. I only know that right now I am clinging to him heavily because... I am addicted to his divine hands and cannot free myself!
Nothing feels better than this!
Gulp.
"Okay, okay, I will not say anymore. But I must quickly wash you, Nong Gok, and then find something for you to wear. You are shaking like this; you will catch a cold... and then we will continue treating your wound," he says.
Okay, he says "continue treating your wound" with a completely straight face. I had hoped Phîi Pong would be kind and squeeze another load out of me, but judging from the serious expression of the older person who turned on the shower to wash me, he will probably take me to treat the wound for real, which is frustrating beyond words.
Why does Phîi Pong not get hard like I do!!! I do not know why I want Phîi Pong to get hard either. I just feel that... It is not fair.
Truthfully, without any pretense, I am starting to get curious about how true my dream might be.
Sucking his breast was not as good as him sucking... this has been proven.
And will his ice cream be as huge and delicious as it was in my dream... I want to prove this very much!
Snap.
I hug Phîi Pong's neck as he carries me out of the bathroom, but I accidentally lick my lips.
Let me ask something now. Am I lewd if I... want to suck his big ice cream pop?
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