Chapter 15: Jung Who Can't Get Enough
“Oh, baby, your hole feels so good, I can't hold it anymore…… oh! oh!”
The man behind me gripped my waist tightly, thrusting his cock deep into my ass while growling and shooting load after load of cum.
“Sorry, you’re just too sexy, and I didn’t expect it to feel this good without a condom. Couldn’t hold back and came.”
“It’s fine,” I said casually, though I wasn’t entirely pleased. I had spent two hours on Grindr dealing with countless fake photos and empty talkers, finally arranging to meet someone who looked decent to fuck me, only for him to finish in under two minutes.
After sending off the disappointing one-night stand, I stroked my still-hard cock and returned to Grindr, scrolling boredly.
Normally I would have just jerked off and gone to sleep, but after being busy all week without any action, my desire had been fully aroused by the previous guy, so I wasn’t about to give up easily.
It was already late at night, with few people online. I had already chatted with the nearby ones who had photos—either they were too chatty or not attractive enough. Driven by horniness, I set my status to “looking now,” tossed my phone aside, and went back to pornhub to aimlessly search for bareback creampie videos.
While playing with my wet hole and cock, I kept jumping to new videos recommended by pornhub’s algorithm until one finally caught my eye.
It was a low-quality phone video. In dim lighting, a lean young man lay on the bed, one hand holding a pipe I knew all too well, the other carefully heating it with a lighter.
The rough quality made details hard to see, but I knew exactly what the smoke curling from that pipe was.
He wasted no time, bringing the pipe to his mouth and inhaling the white smoke deep into his lungs. Behind him, another equally lean man was steadily fucking him, his cock sliding in and out of the bottom’s hole. The video seemed to have no audio, perhaps edited out later, but I could faintly see the two exchange a few words. The bottom passed the pipe to the man behind him, who took it and repeated the same routine skillfully, all while continuing to thrust into the hole beneath him.
As the two kept exhaling thick clouds of smoke, my vision blurred along with the smoky room in the video. Memories of that night with Ethan suddenly flooded back like a tide.
I hadn’t dared tell anyone about the madness with him. After getting home, I slept for over ten hours before finally waking up. With a clear mind came endless regret—how could I have been so foolish as to go home with a stranger in an unfamiliar city, and how could I have accepted the unknown substance he offered without hesitation? Everything that happened afterward could only be blamed on that devilish temptation.
Driven by reason, I blocked Ethan on my phone, silently reassuring myself that it was just a one-time slip-up, and from now on I would pretend it never happened.
I still had a group of high-quality fuck buddies around me. No need to resort to drugs like some addicts to fill my physical desires.
It seemed a trace of reason finally found a crack in the smoke. I snapped out of the memory, but my cock remained rock hard.
Reaching for my phone, I saw several new messages on Grindr.
Most were just “You there?” from blank profiles.
What a stupid question—of course I’m here if you can see me.
Scrolling down, I finally saw a message from someone: “Wanna fuck?” along with several photos. The subject was a slim-looking Asian guy. The first photo was a selfie in front of a bathroom mirror—lean body paired with a cute face, definitely under 20.
In stark contrast to the innocent first photo, the second showed the same guy lying on a double bed, hands gripping his ankles, staring provocatively at the camera. He was completely smooth, his pink hole exposed dead center in the frame, his small cock hanging limply to the side.
Clearly a total bottom. Though I liked fucking guys like him, tonight I was more in the mood to get fucked—my hole was already opened up and still filled with his cum.
The next photo immediately caught my eye: his smooth ass stretched to the limit by a massive bare black cock, with at least 5-6 cm still left outside. Just how big was that cock?
The last photo showed him on all fours on the bed, his small ass raised high, cum leaking from his slightly gaping pink hole.
I had to admit, even though I wanted to get fucked, his photos had completely ignited my desire. My cock stood straight up, eager to plunge into that slutty hole.
Only then did I open his profile for a closer look: 19, 5‘6 (about 168 cm), 120 lbs (about 54 kg), bottom—nothing else.
“Where are you? What are you looking for?”
“XX Hotel”
“Fun?” he followed up.
The guy I met in the bathroom that night had also mentioned this word. I remembered Sam’s casual remark: “Oh, he’s asking if you want to smoke.”
“I’m just going to fuck him. I don’t need to touch that stuff myself. Besides, I can’t even get hard after using it. As long as I don’t smoke, it should be fine, right?”
“It’s so late now, probably hard to find anyone else. I really need to get off.”
“It’ll be fine.”
I kept making excuses in my head until I finally made up my mind, opened the app, and replied.
“I don’t use that stuff, but I don’t mind if you do. I just want to fuck your slutty hole and cum inside.”
“Ok. I’m at XX Street XX, Room 217.” He gave me the address straightforwardly.
“Oh, and there’s already two loads in my ass. You don’t mind, right?” he added casually.
“The more the better.” I couldn’t help recalling the pleasure of fucking Sam’s cum-filled hole in the bathroom that night, getting even more excited.
In less than ten minutes I arrived at the address. It looked like a rundown motel, deserted and eerily quiet in the middle of the night. Following the room number he gave, I found the door and knocked lightly.
The door creaked open a crack. The guy from the photos peeked out from behind it, confirmed it was me, then stepped aside and opened the door, gesturing for me to come in.
The dimly lit room was filled with a familiar smell. The only light came from the bathroom in the corner and a laptop on the bed. A gay porn video was playing on the laptop, the actor’s exaggerated moans coming through the speakers.
“I'm Jung,” he said, locking the door as he walked past me. Then he lay down on the bed on his own, eyes fixed on me.
“Sean.” I wasn’t new to this. I knew exactly why I was here tonight. In no time I stripped naked. My cock was already painfully hard from the scene before me. Without hesitation, he crawled to the edge of the bed, took my hard dick into his mouth, and started sucking it up and down.
While enjoying the service, I looked him over.
His looks and build matched the photos exactly—clearly taken recently. But now he was wearing a thong; the front was just a soft lump, not showing much shape, and his ass wasn’t very plump, though it still looked decent against his slim waist.
The laptop screen faced me, showing a muscular bottom surrounded by a group of big cocks, stuffed front and back. The actors in the video were all muscular older men, forming a stark contrast with the slim guy in front of me. Maybe we’re all more easily attracted to types completely different from ourselves.
While lost in thought, my gaze drifted to the nightstand on the other side of the bed, where a familiar pipe and lighter sat—the source of the room’s unique smell and atmosphere.
After sucking me for a while, I patted his face and signaled him to lie down on the bed. He naturally got into position without hesitation, lifting his legs with his hands and exposing his slightly red and swollen hole to me.
Curiously, I leaned in and caught a strong musky scent of cum. His hole twitched shyly under my gaze. I couldn’t resist bringing my mouth closer and probing his hole with my tongue.
“Oh……” A moan from above told me he was enjoying it.
My tongue continued sliding in and out of his wet hole while one hand slipped into his thong, playing with his soft cock.
His dick was quite small and looked even more listless under the influence of the drug. I wondered curiously how big it would get when hard. Some guys are “growers”—nothing special when soft, but sometimes doubling in length when hard.
Probably wouldn’t see that tonight, though.
After licking a bit longer, my cock was aching with hardness. I grabbed his ankles, lifted them slightly, lined up my rock-hard cock with his open hole, and slowly pushed in.
He had clearly been well used. My head met no resistance, and soon my entire cock was enveloped in a warm, wet hole—whether from his own juices or the cum of the men before me.
“Oh…… fuck, I love the feeling of a big bare cock in my slutty hole.” The slim Korean guy talked dirty without any shame, looking like a seasoned pro, which only made me want to fuck him into complete submission.
Thinking that, I sped up, pulling all the way out and slamming back in with each thrust.
Maybe he wasn’t quite used to my fucking. He suddenly reached for the pipe and lighter on the nightstand, looked back at me and asked, “You mind?”
I shook my head, signaling him to continue, while slowing down my thrusts. Watching him work the pipe skillfully, when he tilted his head back and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, my mind flashed back to that night in the small apartment—the night Ethan slowly unlocked the slut inside me, the feeling of his hard bare cock thrusting into me wrapped in a stranger’s cum. The pleasure in my cock built rapidly, snapping me out of the memory. I quickly pulled out, steadied myself, and suppressed the urge to cum.
“Fuck, almost came.”
“Cum in me. I want my slutty hole filled with your load.”
“If you want it, you’d better perform. Come sit on it.” I lay back, holding the base of my cock and giving it a shake. He flipped over without hesitation, squatted over me with both feet, and slowly sank all the way down onto my cock.
“Oh…… so deep like this…… my hole feels amazing.”
With my hands behind my head, I watched Jung perform. He had a typical handsome Korean guy’s face, delicate and refined. His small eyes were wide from the drug and the pleasure in his ass. His medium-length hair kept falling to one side as he brushed it away, only to get messy again with his movements.
“Oh…… oh…… so fucking good…… that big cock is killing me……” Whether from the drug or not, Jung was getting sluttier by the minute. I got even more into it, gripping his slim waist and thrusting up to meet him. Pleasure kept building until it reached the edge.
“Ah, I’m gonna cum! All inside your slutty hole! Fuck!” I roared, slamming deep into him and shooting rope after rope of the cum I’d been holding back.
After a quick cleanup, I got dressed and ready to leave. The post-nut clarity had cleared my head, and all I wanted was to get out of this tempting room as fast as possible. As I left, he was still lying on the bed, one hand slowly stirring inside his freshly filled hole, the other holding his phone as he searched for his next prey on the app……