The Hangover Chapter 6

My teeth had just sc.r.a.ped him when I heard a grunt from above. Then, I was pulled back by the hair.   “Wu Xie.” Pokerface’s voice was full of restraint. I hadn’t heard this tone very often. “No teeth.”   I looked up after pausing in confusion to find him watching me. It hit me that our situation was extremely awkward: I still had his erection in my mouth and I couldn’t go anywhere. Additionally, I realised that he was completely right about it.   My teeth were sunken into his meat. I doubt any man would want to have his private part chewed on like a wiener. It would hurt more than anything in the world! I suspected that my IQ had taken a fall when I fell in the tub.   Yet, I had no idea what to do and just froze in place while my head tried to operate. I couldn’t help but exclaim at times like this that being inexperienced is such a sad thing.   I heard Pokerface sigh. First, he moved my head so that my mouth left him, and then he bent his knees and crouched down in front of me.   I must have caused him a lot of pain just now and this made it hard to look him in the eyes. I had thought that he was going to blame me but while I was still fretting, he took my right hand and held the index and middle fingers.   I gazed at him, puzzled as to what he was trying to do. I watched as he lifted, pulled and stuck my two fingers into his mouth. I did a double take and something went zoom in my spinning head. I felt as though I had a fever. His soft lips were puckered around my fingers, s.h.i.+elding his teeth, and I even touched his squishy tongue.   Instantaneously, a light bulb seemed to have lit up above my head. He kept sucking my fingers for a couple more seconds before his eyes opened fully. He took my fingers out and looked at me as if to say ‘Now, do you get it?’   Afterwards, he stood up and backed up to the edge of the tub, taking a seat. I was strung along in the same direction by the arm, forced to crawl on my knees to where he was sitting.   Suddenly, I felt like backing out when I was faced with his erection again. I thought to myself, that was merely impulse just now; I didn’t evaluate the situation at all. I was definitely going to choke if I tried to fit that sizable thing in my mouth.   However, Pokerface didn’t give me time to have second thoughts. Seeing his member with its head held high, I knew he was most likely at his limit. He reached out for my head, opened his legs and pressed my head straight down towards his groin without hesitation.   The round, smooth tip hit the back of my throat. I couldn’t stop myself from dry coughing but my mouth was stuffed and there was no room for me to breathe. Immediately, several tear drops rolled down my face.   I quickly pushed at his legs, trying to put some distance between us and not be completely submissive. He was well aware of my intentions and instead of releasing his grip on the back of my head, he started to manoeuvre me between his legs at a steady rhythm—in, out, in, out…   Under such a forceful pressure, my body was tense and didn’t listen to me at all. In the beginning, I sc.r.a.ped his meat very hard several times with my teeth. He has amazing pain-tolerance, I thought. It was painful just from thinking about it. But, his hands didn’t stop. There was nothing else I could do so I closed my eyes and did my best to imitate his puckered lips, sealing my lips around his member and making sure they were the only things sliding around it.   Gradually, he got used to it and I relaxed a bit. His grunts had been suppressed so that I could barely hear it, but by now they were leaking out, sounding more like light panting. Hearing it made me feel itchy, restless and aroused.   But I had to remain in a kneeling position and the hard rod kept a.s.saulting my mouth, making my facial muscles extremely sore. I tried to pull away several times to catch my breath but the grip on my head was relentless and didn’t release me.   Every time it pushed me forward, my eyes would flutter open to see the dark area between his legs. I then shut my eyes for good. I felt that the ramming attack was getting stronger and stronger. I didn’t think I was going to last much longer and started making whining sounds with my vocal chords.   Then, there were not one but two hands on my head clutching onto my hair. I felt as though my scalp was going to get uprooted. The strength of the ramming increased to the point it was going to make a hole in my throat. Juices seeped out from his tip—a bit bitter and a bit salty. My brows were so tightly crinkled they could bleed. I squeezed his thighs with my hands, praying it would be over soon.   Finally, the two hands holding my head froze as he let out a nearly inaudible moan. Everything around us stood still—except for his c.u.m. It burst into my mouth like a pizza pocket. Fluids gushed into my mouth and completely stuffed it. However, he didn’t show any signs of letting me go, so I was forced to swallow some.   The moment he released his grip, I pushed and sent myself sprawling on the ground coughing violently. The hand that had left my head was cupped before me and scooped up whatever I hadn’t already swallowed.   The amount that flowed out of my mouth was almost like half a quart of milk. It just kept going…   I wiped my mouth while feeling astonished for actually not choking to death. Only then did I feel a bit sulky, thinking he should be satisfied by now, but when I looked up, I almost had a heart attack.   Wh-what? Why is it still standing proud? It doesn’t look like it’s going to go away. It’s as if nothing happened just now!   I even rubbed my eyes. A lot of foamy water had dripped down my face so it might have been that. However, reality was right in front of me: only the white froth still stuck to its tip proved of its recent release. This dealt an even heavier blow to my esteem.   Any man would know that it takes some buffering time to get another erection after a climax. Even if you were a f.u.c.king s.e.x G.o.d, you would still need at least fifteen, twenty minutes. This is backed by medical evidence.   So that’s why I took a glimpse at his buddy and then at mine who still wasn’t showing signs of recovering from its release earlier—just who was the abnormal one here?   Maybe he was trying to stop me from making wild a.s.sumptions and hurting my self-esteem again, because he suddenly grabbed me by the right arm and hoisted me up from the tub. He then turned me around so that I was facing away from him and pulled me back down.   A string of question marks raced through my head like a stampede at a derby.   What is he trying to do?   But this question was answered almost immediately. My spine seemed to freeze over when my b.u.t.t touched his rock hard member.   The hand of his that was sticky with c.u.m was also working away on my bottom. After the sudden realisation, I was honestly more than half-way sober; it was more effective than any hangover medication. Thus, knowledge in that area rushed forth in one big wave. As my b.u.t.t cheeks were spread apart and my hole got wetter and wetter, the alarm bells blaring in my mind became louder and louder as well.   Isn’t this something that should be done between lovers? Okay, I admit my standpoint on these issues is pretty orthodox. Although we jerked each other off just now but that was just giving vent to l.u.s.t. It’s not exactly the same as sticking yourself into another person, is it?   I had my back to Pokerface therefore I couldn’t see his expression at the time. It was just that, with my cognition back in full throttle, I still didn’t think he was the type to be so loose and careless. He was something that almost equaled abstinence in my mind.   Let’s just say the previous bit was solely on me.   On the other hand, the blunt pain coming from my behind started spreading—he was really going for it!   The pain is not what I need to consider presently, although it is important, but could it be that his actions mean he…   Want me?   Honestly speaking, I don’t remember whether I only thought this in my head or actually said it out loud. I heard a soft chuckle nearby as one of his arms reached around my waist while the other rested on my shoulder.   He was breathing really close to me. Each inhale and exhale kept tickling my neck. I remember that he nibbled lightly on my earlobe before tightening his grip on my shoulder and waist and pressing me down towards him.   “Owwwwwww!”   This was the last thing that I remember saying. It was so ear-splitting that I was grateful I lived in a single house, or else my neighbours would have called the police when they heard me.   Afterwards, darkness swallowed me, kind of like after a fuse blows in the electrical box.   Then, when I came to again, I had somehow been transported to my bed from the bathroom and was sitting on Pokerface with a dumb look on my face.