Choi Siwon X mystery idol
Rating: R for sexual scenes
He was in a movie theater.
He was the only person in the entire darkened room, save for the companion by his side. The ghostly images of the movie playing danced their shadowed reflections on his companion’s face. He was long past paying attention to the images on the screen. The look of concentration on the boy’s face next to him with a slack, open mouth made Siwon even hotter. Those plump, full lips, wet and glistening shone in the darkness as he worked.
Siwon gripped the arms of the theater chair tighter as Key pumped a long stroke down his rock hard erection. He was sure they were about to get caught. A mid-movie handjob with a priest and a stripper; it sounded like the beginning of a bad joke. In any event those thoughts were far from Siwon’s brain. Key had unzipped his pants near minutes into the previews and Siwon stiffened in more ways than one; his heart was pounding both with the anxiety of getting caught, and with the heat of Key’s tentative strokes onto his boxers. Finally pulling his undergarments down enough and unveiling Siwon to the open air of the dark theater, a sinister smile darkened Key’s face and his eyes met Siwon’s in a devilish stare.
“We, we can’t, what are you, oh, Key no, not now, not here,” Siwon turned to look over his shoulder to see if anyone else was in the theater before releasing a high pitched “huughhuu” and shuddering at the experienced touch of Key by his side.
“Shhh….” Key whispered into his ear, giving a soft peck at the crook of Siwon’s jaw line. Siwon’s whole body tensed at the building pressure and he leaned back a bit into the theater chair, not sure if he was about to start screaming or explode. He had NEVER felt anyone else touch him there. Not a girlfriend, barely even he, and now, such a soft yet nimble hand was busy making his mind split in two. Siwon’s hips bucked as the languid strokes became quicker. The little bit of pre-cum Key had taken from the tip allowed him to pump easier.
Siwon was going to go crazy. He was starting to think he actually was. He couldn’t believe that this was actually happening. His mind was about to race to twenty more thoughts when Key’s thumb swirled around his tip and pressed slightly into the slit of his dick, beginning a smooth up and down motion on his head.
“OH MY… AUH…” Siwon’s hips bucked at each little stroke, and because of Siwon’s beautifully helpless jumps Key couldn’t help licking his lips. Key thought, ‘God he’s so beautiful when he’s vulnerable like this.’ Siwon’s tense frame arched forward and gripped even harder into the armrests.
“You like that huh? Does that feel good?” Key whispered close to Siwon’s ear. He scooted closer to Siwon and licked a quick trail up Siwon’s neck to his earlobe. A quick nibble and then a pent up moan into Siwon’s ear sent chills down his spine. Key’s low voiced, “mmmmm” that close to his ear in time with the quickened pump up and back down his member made Siwon see stars. He felt dirty and delicious at the same time.
“I’m going to, oh my… auh…. please…” Siwon gasped as Key picked up his pace.
“Please what?” Key whispered with a wicked snicker. “Tell me,” Key looked very simply into Siwon’s pleading eyes and continued pumping voraciously. He was so hard in his own pants at the desperation in Siwon’s strained face. There was a delicious gathering of sweat beading on Siwon’s forehead and chest that shone with each intake of irregular air. Siwon’s chest heaved wildly and Key was loving the anxiety Siwon’s face gave away, and the fact that he probably never had it this good before. A small part of Key felt positively evil for having corrupted such a holy man, but the look of utter pleasure and confusion at just how wonderful such a deprived young man was now feeling made it all worth it.
“Just, I’m going to….auh, I can’t… this is too much, I just, I’m going to…..” and with one final pump, Siwon’s hips spasmed and he came hard.
Snapping his eyes open to find that he was NOT in a movie theater, his tired confusion quickly drained away as he realized where he was. His darkened bedroom swam into view. He was in his bed, his hand down his pants, and he had just had a wet dream about Key. He then realized in utter horror that he had been unconsciously masturbating in his sleep.
He whipped out of bed, ran in shame to his bathroom and in near hysterics peeled off his pants and threw them away as if getting rid of evidence from a crime. He felt so dirty that he jumped into the shower and tried to cleanse himself of what had happened. He kept on picturing Key’s concentrated face, and those sumptuous lips, slack and parted, and felt like he was going to throw up. He washed himself vigorously but he couldn’t stop those thoughts from crowding his brain as he scrubbed at his skin viciously.
His heart raced at the thoughts invading his mind, and eventually got back into bed and prayed so hard that he eventually fell back asleep mid-prayer.