Chapter 5: Juyeon's massive cock slides in and out of Eric's slumbering mouth, drool and pre-cum dripping down his chin as he instinctively swallows around the thick intrusion, his hands clutching at Juyeon's muscular thighs while his own neglected erection strains against his pajama pants.
The silence in the bunk area was a lie. Underneath the hum of the bus’s engine and the soft snores of exhausted men, Juyeon’s blood was a roaring torrent. The memory of Kevin’s shocked, complicit face, the feel of the cold porcelain, the violent release—it had all been a temporary fix, a pressure valve blown only for the steam to build again, hotter and more insistent. His cock, semi-hard and twitching against his thigh, was a relentless reminder. It was a beast that refused to be caged.
He moved through the narrow aisle like a phantom, his bare feet silent on the worn carpet. The encounter with Kevin had been an accident, a collision of chaos. This was different. This was a hunt.
He stopped at Eric’s bunk. The curtain was drawn, but a sliver of dim night-light illuminated the younger man’s face. He was asleep, mouth slightly parted, looking unbearably young and trusting. The image was a direct contrast to the one burned into Juyeon’s mind: Eric on his knees, tears in his eyes, coming in his pants like a slut just from having his throat used. The memory sent a fresh, sharp throb through Juyeon’s groin.
He didn’t hesitate. He slid the curtain back just enough to slip inside, the space instantly shrinking, filling with the heat of their bodies. The musky scent of his own arousal, still clinging to him from the bathroom, mingled with the clean smell of Eric’s sleep.
Juyeon loomed over him, a dark shadow. He shoved his sweats down, his full, heavy cock springing out, already weeping. He placed a hand over Eric’s mouth.
Eric’s eyes flew open, wide with panic, his body jerking. A muffled cry was swallowed by Juyeon’s palm.
“Shhh,” Juyeon breathed, his voice a low, gravelly command. “It’s just me. You remember, don’t you? You remember what your throat is for.”
He saw the recognition dawn in Eric’s eyes, the fear morphing into something else, something darker and more compliant. Juyeon removed his hand. Before Eric could speak, Juyeon guided the thick, leaking head of his cock to the boy’s parted lips.
“Open,” he ordered.
Eric’s breath hitched. For a second, he resisted, his jaw tight. Juyeon applied pressure, the slick tip pressing against his closed mouth. Then, with a shuddering sigh, Eric yielded. His lips parted, and Juyeon pushed the broad crown inside.
The heat was instantaneous, a wet, living glove. Eric gagged immediately, his body convulsing, but Juyeon held his head firm, not letting him pull away.
“Take it,” Juyeon grunted, and began to feed him more.
It was a slow, brutal invasion. Juyeon watched, mesmerized, as his thickness stretched Eric’s lips to their limit. He pushed past the gag reflex, into the constricting tightness of the throat. Eric’s eyes watered, his hands coming up to clutch weakly at Juyeon’s hips.
Juyeon set a rhythm, slow and deep. Each thrust buried his entire length down that tight, convulsing tunnel. The wet, choked gagging sounds were a perverse music. He could feel every ridge of Eric’s palate, every spasm of his esophagus milking the length of his shaft.
“Fuck, your throat is even better than I remembered,” Juyeon groaned, his hips picking up pace. He gripped Eric’s hair, fucking his face with more force now. “You like this, don’t you? You woke up hungry for this dick.”
A broken, gurgling moan was his answer. Eric’s resistance had melted completely. His body had gone pliant, his throat working around the invading flesh, trying to accommodate the impossible girth. His own hands were no longer pushing Juyeon away, but gripping his ass, pulling him deeper. Spit and pre-cum slicked his chin and neck.
Juyeon looked down at the wrecked, beautiful face beneath him, the glazed eyes, the ruined mouth stretched wide around his cock. It was the most powerful he had ever felt. This was better than the drain. This was living, breathing submission.
“Gonna pump your stomach full,” Juyeon snarled, his control fraying. His balls tightened, slapping against Eric’s chin. “Swallow it all, you greedy little fuck.”
He drove in one last, brutal time, hilting himself completely, and erupted. Thick, hot pulses of cum shot directly down Eric’s throat. He held himself there, grinding, as Eric choked and swallowed desperately, his Adam's apple bobbing frantically, taking every last drop.
When he was spent, Juyeon pulled out with a wet, slick sound. Eric collapsed back onto the pillow, gasping for air, his lips swollen and glistening, trails of semen and saliva on his cheek.
Juyeon tucked his softening cock back into his sweats. He looked at Eric, who was watching him with a dazed, fucked-out expression.
“Go back to sleep,” Juyeon said, his voice flat.
He slid the curtain shut, leaving Eric in the dark, the taste of him still thick in the air. The bus hummed on, carrying its secrets down the highway. Juyeon walked back to his bunk, the beast momentarily quieted, but he knew, with a cold certainty, that it was only resting.