The Dokkaebi Waiting for the Moon

Chapter 42

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“So, this hasn’t been peeled back yet. Shall I do it for you?”

He lightly flicked the glans, still covered by the foreskin, with his thumb and forefinger.  A sharp, tingling pain shot through it with the slightest touch, and the pinkish flesh trembled slightly in the air.

“Am I…sick with some terrible disease?”

What did it mean that it hadn’t been peeled back yet?

Being a man himself, perhaps Moon-beom knew more about such illnesses than Siri.   Eun-hwi wiped away the tears welling up in his eyes with the back of his hand, desperately praying it wasn’t a serious illness.

“You think you’re sick?”

“Every morning, my undergarments…sob…are soiled.”

“So that’s why you were always in such a hurry to do laundry every morning. I thought you’d had an accident in your sleep.”

“Something sticky keeps coming out…sob.”

The memory of the fluid clinging to his front, stubbornly refusing to wash away even with repeated scrubbing in cold water, caused the half-dokkaebi to bury his face in his hands and sob.

The fear of death, a thought he’d never entertained before, and the self-loathing he couldn’t control, created a torrent of unstoppable tears.

“Is that why you wanted to stay outside all the time, afraid of getting it wet while you slept?”

“Y-yes. And I didn’t want to pass on the disease to Moon-beom, so I thought I should be alone…sob.”

Overflowing tears wet his pale cheeks. Moon-beom swallowed back a laugh that threatened to burst forth, gazing at  Eun-hwi whose desperate expression awaited an answer.

What should I do?

With this innocent child…

He hadn’t expected this moment of choice to come so soon. He wondered whether he should paint it completely black, as he’d always wanted, and defile it all at once, or paint it delicately in a yellow hue, like his eyes, leaving him another chance.

But the option of leaving it blank was no longer available.

Moon-beom, his rather large, engorged dick at odds with his pretty appearance, felt his own arousal and spoke gently.

“This is proof you’ve become a man.”

“…Proof I’ve become a man?”

“It’s a natural phenomenon that all adult men experience.  Don’t worry, you’re not sick.”

“Really?”

Not sick…?

 Eun-hwi, unable to believe it, barely managed to lift his swollen eyelids to look at Moon-beom.  But still unable to understand the phenomenon of his lower body constantly feeling hot, he looked bewildered. Moon-beom pointed to his own reddened dick.

“Look. Mine’s peeled back, see?”

“Oh…it is.”

Upon closer inspection, the thin skin covering the tip was absent from Moon-beom’s dick. The glans, a slightly lighter shade than the dark red dick, was fully exposed.

“When you become an adult, you can peel back this foreskin.”

“How do you peel it back?”

“When you feel good, like this, and it gets big.”

“Does everyone get like this when they feel good?”

Indeed, when his lips and tongue touched his cheek, his body heated up and his mind became hazy. He’d felt the same sensation in his dreams, before his undergarments became soiled.

“Yes, that’s right. I get like you,  Eun-hwi, when I feel good too.”

“Show me. I want to see if Moon-beom’s gets like this too.”

He wasn’t doubting him, but he couldn’t feel reassured unless he saw it with his own eyes, so he earnestly pleaded. Moon-beom grabbed his forehead and laughed so hard he seemed about to fall backward.

“You want to see me masturbate right away? That’s sexy.”

“Sexy? I’m not a woman…”

“Not that kind of sexy.  You’re so incredibly sexy, I got excited just from hearing you say that.”

Whatever the other kind of “sexy” was, it must be good. A sharp glint appeared in his eyes, which were slightly narrowed with amusement.

He stood up, lifting his hips slightly to adjust his posture.  His thighs were taut with muscle, his legs long and powerful.

The thick line from his buttocks to his ankles was like a powerful wave, ready to surge at any moment.  Eun-hwi stared at the body, so different from his own, his eyes wide, trying to capture every movement Moon-beom made.

“Don’t look away. Watch carefully how it changes.”

“Okay.”

“First, you hold it like this in the middle and touch it.”

Moon-beom curled his fingers into a circle and grasped the shaft of his dick, stroking it slowly up and down.  His skin, still damp from his bath, slid in and out of his large, rough hands.

“…It’s true. It’s getting bigger.”

As he continued to create friction and heat, the dick, which had been pointing downwards, slowly began to rise.  The blood vessels swelled, and the already large shaft grew thicker and more formidable, like a magic wand.

“Wow. It’s gotten incredibly big.”

“Is that a compliment?”

“Huh? Y-yes.”

“That’s hot.  The way you’re looking at it.”

“Hot?”

“Incredibly hot. I’m going to get addicted to this. I might not be able to masturbate alone anymore.”

Muttering to himself, Moon-beom rubbed the tip of his glans with the clear, sticky fluid that was slowly seeping out. His thumb, sliding smoothly upwards, pressed firmly down on the flesh, stimulating it.

“…Ha.”

A slightly ragged breath escaped his parted lips.  He was within arm’s reach, yet the entire length of his neck itched, as if he were exhaling against his back. The half-dokkaebi swallowed hard, brushing away the goosebumps on his nape.

“Don’t just watch. Come here.”

Moon-beom suddenly stopped moving and beckoned  Eun-hwi. As he hesitantly approached with his dick still erect, Moon-beom wrapped his arms around  Eun-hwi’s waist and pulled him close. It was a completely different kind of heat than the warmth he’d felt when they were clothed.

“Shall I teach you now? How to calm it down?”

“Teach me.”

Before he could finish the sentence, Moon-beom leaned forward, pressing their dicks together. The two different shafts rubbed against each other, creating a completely unfamiliar sensation.

“…Ugh!”

As  Eun-hwi flinched uncontrollably, Moon-beom whispered in his ear in a deep, husky voice.

“Grab it. My cock.”

“Moon-beom, what…?”

“We’re taking care of each other. Like friends.”

“O-okay.”

He obeyed, gripping Moon-beom’s stiff dick.  Its thickness was too much for one hand to fully grasp.

“It’s…different from mine.”

“What seems different?”

“The size, ugh. And the shape.”

The rough texture, so different from his own soft one, and the slightly upward curve at the tip, fascinated him. He kneaded and fondled it, and in his hand, Moon-beom’s dick grew larger.

“It got bigger again.”

The intense heat in his palm sent a wave of heat through his body.  Eun-hwi held the swollen dick, which seemed about to burst, and awkwardly moved it.

“It’s warm,  Eun-hwi’s cock. It feels good in my hand.”

“…Cock?”

“Another word for dick.”

“dick?”

“Yes. Pink dick.”

Moon-beom smiled faintly and grasped  Eun-hwi’s dick. The invasion of a place untouched by anyone else sent an indescribable surge of stimulation.

What on earth was this strange, overwhelming feeling?

Feeling the unfamiliar sensation,  Eun-hwi rubbed their dicks together.  Gasps escaped the half-dokkaebi’s already reddened lips.

“…Hmph.”

“Feeling good?”

“Ha-ugh…what?”

“Tell me.”

“This…is…good?”

“Do you feel bad?”

“No, your…dick…feels like it’s going to burst. Ugh…I want…more…ah…”

“That’s what feeling good is.”

He pinpointed the contradictory desire to feel more pain.

Finally understanding his feelings,  Eun-hwi rubbed his dick against Moon-beom’s palm, even more intensely.  Slightly surprised by the frank gesture, Moon-beom lowered his voice and whispered intimately.

“But don’t ask just anyone to touch you like this.  Okay?”

“Ugh, why, honey?”

“This is something only close friends do.”

“We’re…close…friends…?”

“We are. Close friends who will even have sex together.”

He kissed his cheek, making a smacking sound, then suddenly licked his ear. The sudden rush of mint scent and the thick movement of his tongue inside his earlobe made  Eun-hwi lose his composure and stumble back.

“You said it felt good. Don’t run away.”

His fingers, which had been circling his dick, tightened. The intense pressure brought a strange pleasure and thrill that ran down his spine. His skin felt incredibly sensitive, as if he’d been caught in a blizzard.

“Want to hold and rub them together?”

 Eun-hwi, speechless and lost in his moans, forgot to move his hands and did as he was told, holding both their dicks.  His palm was now wet with an unknown fluid, the thin foreskin sticking to it.

“L-like this?”

“That’s right. Like that.”

He spread his hands wide, stroking both dicks until his arms ached. But perhaps because it was his first time, he couldn’t move as quickly as Moon-beom had.  When he moved slowly, Moon-beom, unable to bear it any longer, layered his hand over  Eun-hwi’s and began to move them up and down quickly.

“Keep…ugh…doing this…ah! I’m…going to…pee.”

“Not pee. You have to release your cum.”

“…Cum?”

“The white, sticky semen that was on your underwear this morning.”

Ah, so that was semen…

While pondering the new words he’d learned today, Moon-beom inserted a finger inside his foreskin and scraped it.  The sudden chill dried his mouth and weakened his legs.

“Are you having trouble standing?”

He could barely bear the mounting urge to cum.  Unable to speak,  Eun-hwi nodded, his knees trembling.

“Let’s do it sitting down.”

Moon-beom pressed his thumb against the tip to prevent semen from leaking out, then sat down on the discarded undergarment and had  Eun-hwi sit on his lap.