Chapter 5 (1/2)

I clearly felt that Pokerface shuddered when he touched my erection. He looked at me while I giggled back at him.

When I think about it now after I have woken up, I wish I could have just hit my head against the porcelain walls. They say that the tipsy world is the most wonderful. What they mean is that while some sensations are impaired, others are amplified.

For instance, a person who is usually conservative would be more open when they are tipsy, and even give in to their impulses. Self-restrain decreases and courage increases while the feelings and desires stay intact. The only thing missing completely is this thing called shame.

So even though I now think that Pokerface was surely taken back by my shameless behaviour, I thought at that time that it was only reasonable: we were two naked adults with little distance between each other. Also, the body in front of me was very attractive to me, so it was only normal that I had a biological reaction.

However, I had completely overlooked the fact that he was a man and I was also a man. This was in and of itself not normal at all!

But, Pokerface wrapped his hand around the place I signaled for him to touch and narrowed his eyes as he watched me. He looked casual as if it were a natural thing, but for some weird reason, I felt like a frog that had been targeted as prey by a serpent.

Out of nowhere, a strange thought popped in my head: Does he know how to? Or should I say, does he know what this sort of reaction entails?

You must know that Pokerface was a man to me but also a man with many mysteries. What I knew about him was as unclear as looking through a thick veil of fog. It was like how I couldn’t picture him with modern technology such as cell phones. Likewise, I couldn’t imagine him doing something any other adult man would do on a daily basis—masturbating?

It was absolutely astounding that I could actually process that many thoughts in such a disconcerted state. It was almost like my soul escaped my body and floated in midair, watching the two of us, a.n.a.lysing us and commentating?

But it turned out that all my worries were unnecessary?

Pokerface was a man and had the common sense of any other man. I discovered to my surprise that he was superb whether he was doing it himself or to another person?

First, he tightened his grip around my waist before holding my erection and stroking it up and down. I was a bit scared at first because it hurt a little when my foreskin got pushed back. But very soon, the blood vessels inside seemed to have gotten used to his grip and unfurled, an indescribable pleasure spreading from them to the rest of my body.

I hooked my arms around his neck, breathing a little hard. I kept rubbing my lower half on him, yearning to go deeper into his palm, as if I wanted him to know how badly I wanted to be intimate with him.

The hair by his neck brushed softly on my face—it felt very nice. Although I would count the strands of hair draping on his collar whenever I had stood close behind him in the past, my attention would quickly go back to what was ahead of us because a zongzi might just burst out from nowhere. Unlike now, I couldn’t focus on smelling his scent. It wasn’t the dank smell of graves but a light sort of smell—kind of like vanilla.

My breathing hastened and I couldn’t stand very well. Pokerface seemed to have noticed too because he turned and pressed me against the other end of the tub, cus.h.i.+oning my back and pus.h.i.+ng my hips up with an arm.

With the wall for support, he put more effort into his stroking. Up, down, up, down—he reached the base of my member several times, making me shudder as if I were electrocuted.

“Ah, don’t.” I tried to stop his hand but it was absolutely impossible. His movements were very powerful, not leaving me any chance to escape. I couldn’t help but feel that I had it coming for myself.

So I did my best to shove back his looming shoulders with my head lowered. I saw that the head of my member was getting flushed with blood and leaking with white juices. At the same time, I discovered that his manhood was the same as mine, already proud and erect. My immediate response was to grab it but he acted before me, using his knee to constrain me so that I didn’t have any room to move. Then he sped up with his hands.

I let out a moan as a needle seemed to pierce through my head and I blacked out.