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“Hyung?”

Jin startles and snaps out of his stupor. He cringes and arranges his shock into a neutral expression.

He gulps, “Yes.”

Namjoon is looking at him, lost, and kneads his hands. Jin sighs at the sight of his hunched shoulders. Goddammit, was this actually happening?

“Right,” he coughs. “So, you’re in a relationship now, with two guys,” he says, and it sounds strange to his ears, like a foreign language.

Namjoon nods, “Yeah. Any advice on how I should behave?”

Jin stares at his younger brother, speechless with his mind still tangled into a knot.

He can’t stop himself from blurting out the question “How did you end up in a threesome anyway?”.

But even repeating it didn’t make it more believable.

Namjoon’s face turns a sweet red, and he presses his lips together.

“Remember the guys I told you about jogging in the park? I saw them a few times a week, always running past me. At first, they only smiled at me, then they greeted me, until they talked and walked with me.”

Jin waits for further explanations and scratches at his neck, but Namjoon only shrugs his shoulders with a dimpled grin.

“What do you mean with?” Jin imitates the shrug. “You go for a walk, then you talk, and now you’re together? Is this magic?”

Namjoon hides his smile behind his hand. “Don’t be ridiculous, hyung, this was over a month ago. I didn’t even realize they were a thing until they invited me to a coffee and Hoseok kissed Jimin on the cheek.”

“You don’t say,” Jin deadpans and Namjoon nods again. All-in-all, it sounds very mysterious to Jin, but he has no remote desire to point out the potential misunderstanding to his younger brother. It would break his and Namjoon’s heart, and Jin would rather eat his own hand than hurt his siblings.

“The first time I saw them kiss was 4 days later in the same cafe, and after another week, they invited me to their flat. It was so awkward and I was nervous as hell, but they’re going easy on me and behaved like they always did. On my second visit they… err-started body contact.”

Jin’s eyebrows disappear behind his styled fringe. “Body contact?” he rasps.

Namjoon groans and hunches further into himself. “Not that way, Hyung. They just... came closer. First, a pat on the shoulder, then a body brushing against mine, until their touches lingered.” Namjoon confesses with a shy smile directed to the floor. Jin only stares, stunned into wordlessness again.

“A hand on my arm, an arm around my waist, and suddenly we were kinda cuddling while watching a movie. When I realized that…” Namjoon stops.

“You panicked?”

Namjoon nods, lifting his gaze to stare Jin in the eye.

“Like a gnu herd losing a baby.”

“What?”

“Like a cat at the vets? I mean,” he takes a deep breath. “When I asked them, they admitted to being interested in me; both of them. I was so glad that I hadn’t misunderstood.”

Namjoon’s smile grew wider, and he shrugs his shoulders again. “They asked me if I would like to try, then. And I said yes.”

Although it takes Jin a few seconds to process the story, he grins broadly. “Congratulations!”

“Thanks,” Namjoon grins and leans from side to side. “What do you suggest? Any word of wisdom from my experienced Hyung? I know Taehyung is the one of us with the longest partnership, but he’s our little brother, so...”

“Say no more.” Jin nods in understanding, raising a palm.

Their youngest brother has been in a committed relationship for over 2 years. At first, Jin had thought they wouldn’t last that long since Min Yoongi was quite the opposite of his energetic brother. Contrary to his expectations, the calm and composed man had grown into an integral part of their family over the months. Furthermore, it seems to stay that way, to Jin’s utter surprise. He even grew fond of the sometimes grumpy guy with infinite patience for Taehyung’s free spirit and wild antics. Still, he wouldn’t ask his younger brother for romantic advice, even if his life depended on it.

“I guess if you came that far, then you should keep it that way. Just be yourself, don’t pretend, and communicate. You’re feeling uncomfortable or you don’t like something, tell them; you’re unsure about something, ask them. Talking is a relationship foundation, and even more important in a polyamorous partnership.”

Namjoon nods, beaming like he had a revelation. “I’ll keep that in mind, but what about, you know, the physical part?”

Jin stares at his younger brother and blinks like the sloth in Zoomania.

“I’m not going to talk to you about that. My numerous passionate stories would sully your pure mind and cause you nightmares.” It really, really wouldn’t, since Jin’s last relationship ended a few years ago with no adventures in between. That’s a fact Namjoon doesn’t need to know about, though.

Namjoon sighs and rolls his eyes. “Hyung please, I don’t want to embarrass myself.”

“Since they’ve been together for a while, that’s going to happen anyway.”

The younger shakes his head and looks at the ground, visibly miffed.

“Namjoon-ah, that's part of getting to know each other.” His attempt to console falls on deaf ears with the way Namjoon frowns.

“Forget it, Hyung. I will try YouPorn.” With that, Namjoon stands up and leaves Jin sitting at the table, gaping at his departing form.

-

Jin is putting the dishes in the dishwasher when Namjoon clears his throat behind him. He’s leaning against the countertop and regards Jin with apparent nervousness.

“What do you think of them, Hyung?” he asks with a slight stutter.

Jin takes a second to review the evening. Two weeks had passed since their conversation about relationships, and today Namjoon had invited his new boyfriends to eat dinner with his brothers. It’d been a very pleasant evening, with lots of excellent wine and delicious food, and even Yoongi had tagged along to meet (and approve) of the new additions to the family. And in Jin’s opinion, Namjoon hit the jackpot. Hoseok and Jimin were lovely and polite, and radiated such open affection that Namjoon had sweated through the whole dinner. Every time Namjoon had grown more and more nervous, one of them had patted his thigh with a soothing smile, calming him down so fast like nothing else ever did.

“I think they’re nice,” he answers, and closes the lid. He stands back up and smiles at his younger brother.

“Really? I’m glad.” Namjoon sighs, and the tension lifts from his shoulders. Jin chuckles and reaches for the sponge to wipe the kitchen counter.

“I think Taehyung already made Jimin his best friend, and even Yoongi likes the two,” he adds with his back to Namjoon.

Namjoon hums, and it’s clear as day to Jin that his younger brother struggles to tell him something else.

“What is it, Namjoon? Any other fears Hyung can help you with?”

“You know,” Jin jerks in surprise at Namjoon’s whisper, materializing right beside him. “I asked Yoongi for help.”

“About what?”

Namjoon fiddles with his fingers, his eyes glued on the knife block in front of him. At the slight blush on Namjoon’s cheeks, Jin’s insides clench in anticipation.

“How men do it,” Namjoon mumbles, his voice so low that Jin almost didn’t hear him. But he does and stops in his tracks. The surprise must be obvious since no word makes it past his throat as he stares in shock.

“And he recommended a blog named Sexgull’s in which they explain the topic graphically. It’s great, I already took a quick look at the step-by-step section.”

Jin blinks several times, frozen, while processing what his little brother had told him until the first word chunks tumble out of his mouth. “Graphically? Step-by-step section? What— this is fucking porn! Namjoon there could be viruses!”

Namjoon frowns. “It’s not a porn website. It’s a blog, full of posts and supplemented with pictures. The author draws them himself and complements his texts with them. There are pencil sketches, digital art, gifs, and so on - all made by himself. It’s nothing like a porn website.”

“Oh,” Jin backpedals at the fierce reply. Namjoon wipes the remains of a drop of water from the sink with his finger, eyebrows furrowed.

“I don’t want to embarrass myself in front of them and the blog’s an immense help. Being prepared and knowing what to expect mollifies me. I’ll still be nervous as hell when- if they try something.”

Jin listens with a warmth spreading through his chest. If someone had told him he wouldn’t throw a tantrum at the prospect of his younger brother losing his virginity, he would’ve laughed. As intellectual as Namjoon was, he was also very introspective, and clumsy like a toddler taking its first steps. It was why Seokjin kept an eye on him every minute. But since Hoseok and Jimin were such pleasant and easy-to-like people… Well.

Namjoon doesn’t expect an answer from Jin. He drums his fingers on the kitchen counter, lips pursed in a thin line.

“Well, Hyung, have a good night, and thank you for hearing me out,” he says with a dimpled smile and makes a u-turn to leave, bumping his hip on the table. Jin finishes cleaning, and passes Taehyung and Yoongi huddled together on the couch, watching a movie on the way to his room. A shower later he lays in his bed, ready to call it a day with the exhaustion settling in his bones like tar.

His brain is still picking apart the day, and doesn’t stop thinking about Namjoon and his two boyfriends. He tries to ignore the nagging voice reminding him that, in contrast, he had not even one significant other to show for the past few years. He wasn’t a virgin, but he was also far away from giving Namjoon expert advice regarding the sexual part in a relationship. He’s familiar with anal and Blowjobs, but had neither given nor received in a mind-blowing way.

Honestly, all his experiences were more bad than good. Sad as it may be, there was no one in sight to change that.

His slight sadness about sleeping alone didn’t vanish until he fell asleep.

-

Like his eyelids the previous night, he drops on the chair like a sack of potatoes. A to-go coffee in hand, he sends the bag with the currant bun his colleague salivated over, flying across her keyboard. She raises an eyebrow at him while he puts his feet on her garbage can.

“Rough night?”

Jin can’t even find the strength in him to groan. He slides down to an awfully unhealthy position his mother would have scolded him for, and nods.

“Are the boyfriends disasters?” she asks and grabs the bun, copying Jin’s comfortable pose with her heels balanced on the rim and swollen belly covering half of her face.

“For me, yes, because they’re perfect,” Jin mumbles and sips his scalding coffee, his only savior so far.

“Oh, and now you’re envious?”

Sometimes Jin wants to curse Sumi for her meticulous precision regarding his feelings, no matter how well he tries to hide them. She claims it’s a gift, but it was just funny when one wasn’t her target. Over the years, since they were working together, Jin had found himself in this position more than he liked. He will still miss her like his favorite toy when she disappears for maternity leave in a few weeks.

“I wish I weren’t,” he replies to Sumi’s chewing noises.

“Don’t, it’s only natural.” She crosses one swollen ankle over the other. “Tell me about them.”

Jin sighs. “They’re friendly, open, social, caring, pretty, and dancers. They’re both smaller than Namjoon, and even Yoongi and Taehyung like them already.”

“Lucky guy, I hope he knows what he’s getting into, if you know what I mean,” she purrs and wiggles her eyebrows. Of course, Jin had told her about his conversation with Namjoon over two weeks ago. For Jin, she belonged to his family, knowing just about everything about him and his life.

“Mhm, Namjoon asked Yoongi for advice.”

“Because you, contrary to your assertions, don’t have so much experience to provide any help?” Jin watches her plucking a smaller piece from her bun with furrowed eyebrows.

“What is wrong with you today?” he pouts, and sounds whinier than he intended.

“I’m sorry. I haven’t slept well the past nights and my back is killing me.” She swallows the last bite. “So, what did Yoongi say?”

Jin gives her a sympathetic smile. With a belly like hers, her back must feel like a match bound to a stone, so he doesn’t envy her at all. Although she’s a particular spitfire today, Jin ignores it like a gentleman.

“He recommended a blog about gay sex. Namjoon liked it, said it’s pretty helpful,” he says and picks a pen from Sumi’s desk, twirling it between his fingers.

“What’s the name?” Sumi asks and rubs her belly. Jin smiles. He had watched Sumi develop this little quirk over the last months. Every time she finished eating something, she rubbed her belly as if to make sure the little human being in it liked what she served.

“Sexgulls I think. I wanted to do my brotherly duties and check it for pornographic content last night, but I was too drained.”

He struggles to not drop his pen and coffee as Sumi pushes herself back into a sitting position, her shoulder-length dark hair charmingly ruffled at the back of her head.

“Then let’s check it out now.” She smiles, eyes glowing as she turns her chair to the computer. Jin struggles into an upright position, the heel of his shoe catching on the rim of the garbage can and knocking it over.

“You can’t do that!” Jin splutters. He watches in shock as Sumi opens Google, already typing in the name.

“Why not?” She scrolls over the first page.

“It’s a blog about sex and you’re at work? I bet our IT won’t like it.”

“Jin, my friend, don’t try to fool me that you aren’t curious yourself. And screw the IT. I only have a few weeks left. They should be glad that I’m here at all with my current stress level. My doctor said I should do things that calm me down, and it’s common knowledge that sex is a perfect de-stressor. Oh, there it is!”

Jin holds his breath, imagining a neon colored website with lewd gifs and blinking banners advertising a simple way to enlarge your penis, or improve your stamina. Instead, a pretty inconspicuous page with clear, dark lines on a pale gray background opens up. The header is a plain SEXGULLS in bold, black letters, surrounded by little pastel sketches of a luscious mouth, a round butt, and, of course, penises in various sizes; some of them soft, hard, and even ejaculating.

“Looks good,” Sumi says before glancing at the first entry. “Dear Gulls, welcome to my blog about the Love Among Men. I started this with the vision to provide a free encyclopedia for the uncertain and inquisitive among us since I, myself struggled with the revelation that I love men, what it means, and how it all works (yes, the sexual part, duh)- oh, he’s a funny guy,” Sumi grins and scrolls lower, her eyes racing over the text.

“Oh! What you will find here. Let’s see, he wrote: all articles are about my own experiences. So yes, I like sex. My partners don’t know about this blog and I only use nicknames for them, and NO I won’t tell you their real names, you can ask as much as you like. All the graphics on here are mine. Please don’t steal or copy them or you’ll have bad sex ‘til eternity. Feel free to comment and ask, I’ll do my best to answer your questions. I hope I can help many of you to prevent unsatisfactory encounters, and give a few tricks and tips to spice up your sex life. Have fun! Your Justin Seagull. That’s so cool.” Sumi turns an impressed look back to Jin who grins in disbelief.

“I can’t believe you do this at work,” he says and puts the fallen garbage can back in its place.

Sumi groans. “Don’t be a slowpoke, Jin. Look, a post about Blowjobs.”

Unintentionally, Jin's eyes flit to the monitor. Sumi has skipped the introductory text and scrolled down to the graphic part.

“Oh, wow. Look, he even made a gif. That looks so hot,” Sumi says, her enthralled eyes focused on the screen. Jin had to agree. The gif was like a digital flipbook, showing an erect penis and the bottom half of a face; from artfully curved collar bones up to a small nose. The lips, colored a rosy red, move towards the penis to part around the glans, sliding the foreskin down to tongue at the slit.

“First, get your partner hard. The glans is very sensitive. I suggest kittenish licks around the slit or softly sucking the tip - just with your lips. That way, most guys get wet fast. Focus on spreading the pre-cum as far as possible. Of course, you can (and should) use your spit as well ‘cause the wetter the merrier ;) In this process you engulf the penis step-by-step and as far as you’re comfortable with. This guy knows what he’s writing about,” Sumi reads aloud and Jin wonders if she’s hiding her burning ears under her long hair or if he is the only one getting embarrassed.

Sumi scrolls downward to another gif showing how to suck balls and fondle them with hands, followed by an eager moving mouth swallowing the penis to the root, cheeks hollowing.

“My god, he made two parts. Giving and receiving. If all his posts are like this, he is a god.” Sumi swoons and turns to Jin. “Can you see everything? Come closer!”

Sumi hauls him to her side by the handles of his chair before he can object. “See how he sketched this? I’m in love with the penis and the balls. I mean, with the way he’s drawn it. He even shaded it! And look at those veins, really impressive.” Sumi rattles on. It impressed him too; the (actual natural-looking) sketches and Sumi’s ability to speak and read simultaneously.

“I think this is wonderful. Namjoon should be grateful to Yoongi for suggesting this. It will help him so much, and he covered all the important things. Shame that I’m only discovering this now. Would’ve saved my first boyfriend from a painful blowjob. Don’t you think so?” She turns back to Jin, enthusiasm coloring her cheeks a soft pink. “You’ve had a blowjob before, haven’t you?”

“Yah, seriously,” Jin squawks and diverts his eyes with his neck burning like an inferno. Sumi laughs in surprise.

“Just kidding, you don’t have to answer. Of course, you’ve had one before but… It’ll be helpful for your next boyfriend and ensure bombastic sex.” She squeals once and leans forward, embracing Jin in thin but strong arms. Her hard belly presses against his stomach while his ears are still on fire. He smiles and pats her back. He adores Sumi for her boundless enthusiasm about his moribund sex life.

After countless merry Christmas parties and lunch dates, such topics were inevitable. Sumi had broken the ice back then, suffering a nervous breakdown after getting dumped by her boyfriend. The Vodka she’d poured into her mouth spilled right out of her eyes while she cried about her biological clock ticking and the fucking douchebag who stole her youth.

Jin hadn’t known another way to calm her down than pointing out that she at least had sex, contrary to him. It went downhill afterward with them trying to outdo each other with retellings about bad exes and sex. He believes to recall that, all-in-all, they were pretty much even. At least back then. Now, with her husband for 3 years and a child in her belly, he’d clearly fallen behind.

“Ok, let’s see what the other posts are about,” she says and spins around, scrolling through the list of contents. Her delighted gasp at the short clip (he would call it porn) about rimming that played on her monitor made him sigh in mild exasperation.

-

It’s half-past eight when Jin closes the door to his room and reclines against the frame to rest.

Arguing with Taehyung just now about doing the dishes had drained the last of Seokjin’s energy reserves. All because of a Facetime-date with Yoongi in 5 minutes, which was reason enough for him to try and pass the task to Seokjin. Seokjin had endured the wailing with a saint’s patience and a mule’s stubbornness before pointing out that he would’ve finished the task in the time he was whining about it. Which lead to Taehyung pouting like a 4-year-old boy with crossed arms and a murderous glare.

Now, he can hear the other rattle around in the kitchen at lightning speed. Gathering bowls and plates with loud clatters and dropping everything in the sink with more force than necessary. Seokjin’s eyebrow ticks and he sighs. He shuffles to his desk and plops on his groaning chair.

He leans back, running his hands over his face and through his hair. His eyes land on the faded Pororo sticker on his laptop Taehyung had gifted him over five years ago. Even at the other end of the room, he can still overhear Taehyung complaining about his mean hyung who is against love.

He couldn’t be more wrong. Jin wasn’t against love, but his youngest brother could at least help them with household duties. Facetime-date or not, it wasn’t Taehyung who was forced to put his studying plans on ice for their sake.

Of the three of them, Taehyung lived like a prince. Not having to work for his tuition fees, food, or rent, which Seokjin and Namjoon covered for him.

It was Jin’s duty to earn their household money ever since moving out from their parents’. He worked full time in a library first, to get a financial security for himself and the fees needed for studying film and animation in Seoul. Half a year later, Namjoon joined Seokjin’s shoebox apartment to study economics after finishing school early.

With Namjoon enrolling and moving to a 2-room flat, money was tight again. So Seokjin continued his job while his younger brother studied. Namjoon is a good brother and worked part-time in a supermarket to pull his own weight. One year later than planned, Seokjin enrolled and got his bachelor’s degree three years after that.

Ready to pursue their master’s degrees, their plan had taken a drastic turn when Taehyung waltzed into their flat. With his suitcases in hand and a bright smile, he announced being enrolled in the photography department now.

Seokjin swallowed his anger at not being informed earlier and listened to their mother crying over the phone. With Taehyung having nowhere to live, she tried to persuade him to take their youngest brother under their protective wings. There wasn’t much he could do, so he relented.

They had moved again, to a bigger flat with monstrous rent. Jin applied for a full-time job while Namjoon kept his part-time job to cover all the costs and now, another year later, Jin knew that this would be his destiny.

Jin opens his laptop to destress over a round of online games. Of course, the servers are down because of maintenance. He groans, curses his luck, and wonders what to do instead.

Then he remembers the blog. The posts Sumi had read aloud today were intriguing and roused his interest.

Shrugging, he opens the page and skims through the main menu’s five categories. There were How-to, where Sumi found the Blowjob instructions; DIY, which obviously was about masturbation; Seagull’s Bad&Best Sex-Diary with an extensive amount of posts; Kinkmania with a huge sidebar full of different kinks and preferences Seagull clarified and explained (according to his entry post in this category); and a single, longer post in About me. Jin reads the last one first to get to know the Blogger, if one can call it that. He makes himself comfortable on his bed, torso propped against the headboard and laptop resting on his thighs.

The Blogger was around his age (a 199X-liner), studied Creative Arts in Seoul (like thousands of others), and liked to eat, and, of course, liked sex. Besides that, he loved music, drawing, photography, sports, and his dog - a white maltese. His nickname is based on the heraldic animal of his birthplace Busan and his undying love for Justin Bieber. He gained over half of his sexual experiences during relationships and the rest through One-Night-Stands or friends with benefits, in case anyone thought he was a whore or something. Jin grunts at this sentence, shaking his head, and clicks on the Bad&Best Sex-Diary. There were nearly 50 entries, half tagged best sex and the other bad sex. Jin hadn’t even had sex 50 times in all his life, and above all, the majority would get the hashtag bad sex.

To start, he reads the latest entry tagged bad sex.

Hey Gulls,

sadly, I have another story to be told in this section (I really wish there weren’t so many already..).
Contrary to a few of my older posts this one won’t contain any pain or blood or experiments gone wrong. In fact, it might be the ultimate story about basic bad sex.
So, I met… let’s call him Adonis, at the gym a few weeks ago.
Why Adonis? Because he was a damn fine meal.
He had blond hair (With a fucking undercut!), shining blue eyes, and a lean, fit body…
Do I have to say more? He was really tasty.
We watched each other in the mirror, smiling at each other while doing our workouts.
And I think I discovered a new kink ‘cause seeing him lift dumbbells.. Gulllllssss let me tell you it was a spectacle and a fucking turn-on. We talked during our 4th session and it turned out he was an exchange student from Sweden with only 1 week left in South Korea.
To cut a long story short, of course, I couldn’t let him leave like that.
So on his last day at the gym, we tumbled into a free training room and made out.
He was a spectacular kisser, and I licked him from his stubbled jaw down to his tight balls (still a meal, gulls). Fast forward, we landed on a mattress; he lubed me up real nice (his fingering ability wasn’t the best, though, but we made it work) and then…. Downhill. He pushed into me and started thrusting, and he had no.fucking.rhythm.!
Like, AT ALL.
It was a really weird set of thrusts so, after a minute, I thought, fuck it, I’ll take control.
I pushed him down and started riding him like a bull.
When it got satisfying again, he continued the weird, uncoordinated, and non-rhythmic thrusts which got me out of my flow. It was so wobbly, like riding through the outback, and no, that’s not hot, it’s UnSaTiSfAcToRy!
And as if that wasn’t disappointing enough already, he then came out of nowhere about a minute later.
He got so embarrassed, mumbled something unintelligible (I HOPE it was ‘Sorry’), put his trousers back on, and vanished.
The entire ordeal was so bad I was glad he hadn’t stayed and tried to make me cum..
It was the first time I ever came in contact with something like that and I’m not sure how it’s fucking possible he couldn’t thrust steadily.

EDIT: Hands off Gulls! I talked to a dance teacher who got a few participants that don’t have any rhythm in their body, and the chances of them getting better at it are pretty low. So, if you go hunting at a club, pay attention to their hip swing ;)

#badsex #unrhythmical #wobblyride #boooring #Adonis

Jin snorts in amusement, remembering his first boyfriend who’d been one of the unrhythmic sorts. The few times they slept together before breaking up, Jin had felt like Justin Seagull. Only Jin wasn’t confident enough to turn the tables and ride his partner. He probably wouldn’t even do that now either and instead suffer through unsatisfying intercourse with fake headaches at the end because he couldn’t fake an orgasm even if his life depended on it. Yet, he knew he wasn’t a perfect sex partner either, since he danced like a stick and his hip swing wouldn’t convince anyone.

He scrolls downward and stops at the post with the most likes and comments.

Hello Gulls,

the guy this post is about should’ve read my instructions about Blowjobs.
I swear I was this close to opening the post on my phone for him..
I would also like to mention that the ability to play a wind instrument has nothing to do with sucking cocks.
Until yesterday, I thought those things naturally relate to each other.
..
Well, they don’t.
Not even incidental.
I met Ferdinand >:o) at a party.
He was a decent-looking bloke with tattoos that sparked my interest.
We drank and chatted at the bar, and so I came to know about his love for wind instruments.
I couldn’t bite back my terrible pun (“I’ve got an instrument you haven’t played yet”) but he reacted in the best way possible. By dragging me to the loo and falling on his knees.
I will give him two stars for his ambition and will, but the rest was rather useless.
He mouthed at my cock like a dog on a bone; way too rough and with two or three scrapes of his canines on my glans (which is about the most turnoff for me).
He slowed down after I told him to and painted my tree (EDIT: it means licking the shaft, folks. FOCUS!). That was okay, but after 2..3 minutes I got bored and tried to slap my penis against his tongue. He seemed to not like that and swallowed me down as far as he could (not all, but pretty much of me). His tongue was under my cockhead and he began bobbing his head. I praised him with something like “Yeah, suck that dick”, and he gave everything, and took me by my word by creating a constant vacuum with his mouth, bobbing his head up and down while not using his tongue. My penis went numb 2 minutes later and I couldn’t take it anymore so I pulled out of his mouth, covering my cock with my hand (to protect my pride and joy D; ). I didn’t expect to rouse his hunting instinct for how he latched onto my balls like a dog.
A little reminder at this point: Don’t do that! The balls are madly sensitive and no guy (except masochists, maybe) likes it if you pull and suck at his balls like you’re dying with thirst. It felt like he wanted to suck them from my body and our little intermezzo ended with me kicking him away like a horse when you touch its butt.
I apologized to him because he nearly cried when I told him he was not good at blowjobs.

And because I had a good day, I showed him how to suck cock properly :)
He liked it very much.

EDIT: I met him again 1 month later, and he got so good at it I came after only a few minutes. So don’t give up Gulls! Everyone can learn how to suck cock the mind-blowing way!

#badsex #blowjob #goodguy #mypoorbits #learningcurve #bestsex #cocksuckgod

Jin stares at his bedspread, musing about his blowjobs. He didn’t quite understand what Seagull was getting at. Wasn’t that the right method? Because so far, he’d done the same. Curious, he clicks his way back to the Blowjob explanation, scrolls past the drawings, and--oh, among them were several smaller posts explaining the smallest tricks. How to lick the glans, the shaft, or the balls; how to bob properly with drawings for beginners on their knees up to professionals who performed a 69 standing. There are also several ways to massage the balls, play with the foreskin, and a post about how to train your gag reflex including a link to a Deepthroat Tutorial.

“Oh, wow.” Jin sighs and feels ashamed of his inexperience. Maybe it’d been his fault, and he’d scared his few boyfriends away because he was a loser in bed? But no one is born a master, and he really had tried to make it an enjoyable experience every time, so if they weren’t patient enough to let him learn… Well. He was alone and has been for several years, and that was all that mattered. After taking a last look at the impeccably drawn sketches of the different blow-job techniques, he snaps his laptop shut and lies down. He closes his eyes, breathing through his unhappiness, and tries to ignore Taehyung’s muffled, cheerful chatter in the next room.

-

The rain is beating down on Jin’s umbrella like little bullets as he hurries across the road. For June the weather in Seoul is unusually cold and wet, and Jin curses the inability of the local weather service, which predicted this downpour only a few hours ago. Far too late for Jin to pack a suitable change of clothes to avoid showing up looking like a drowned rat at tonight’s dinner.

He jumps over a puddle. His satchel bumps against his hip as he turns the last corner and stops in front of Hansik Gonggan, a small traditional Korean restaurant that Taehyung had been praising in high tones over the last few weeks. He steps into the entrance area, wiping his muddy shoes on the worn carpet. Small lamps on the walls illuminate the wood-paneled room with faint warm light. There are potted plants and cabinets showcasing small frills lining the walls. Seokjin looks around until an elderly lady greets him with a friendly and wrinkled smile from behind the counter.

“Good evening. I’m here for the reservation of Kim Taehyung,” he says and deposits his dripping umbrella in the rack by the door.

“Very well, please follow me.” Her voice is scratchy and low as she rounds the counter and guides him through a narrow hall that leads to a handful of small separate rooms. She motions to a door on the far left with a smooth twirl of her hand and Jin bows in thanks.

He knocks and pushes the door open to find a cozy room already filled to the brim with people. The interior is similar to the entrance area; wood-paneled walls lined with little shelves filled to the brim with little figurines and souvenirs and potted plants on top. The glowing lanterns bathe the room in a warm light, hanging low over the long table in the middle of the rectangular room, surrounded by two long and comfy settees. Beyond one of the opened floor-to-ceiling windows at the end, the dimly lit back courtyard is barely visible.

A loud chorus greets Jin as he steps over the threshold.

“Sorry for being late.” He ducks his head with a polite smile. Taehyung, who’s sitting at the front, jumps up and claps him on the back in greeting.

“No problem, Hyung. We already ordered you something to drink,” he says and points at the end of the table where a sparkling multicolored cocktail stands out like a sore thumb among the soju and beer bottles. Jin sighs in exasperation and greets everyone in the room. Yoongi is sitting beside Taehyung with an arm draped over the backrest, and lifts a corner of his mouth in greeting. Opposite him is Namjoon, squeezed between his two boyfriends and all of them with bright smiles on their faces. Apparently, Namjoon handles his relationship a lot better now.

”Hyung, let me introduce you to our newest addition,” Namjoon says and points to the guy sitting beside Yoongi. ”That’s Jeongguk, he’s Jimin and Hoseok’s best friend. Yoongi knows him pretty well, too.”

After a quick glance, Jin greets him with a courteous grin. “Well, hello there Jeongguk-ah. I’m Kim Seokjin, Taehyung and Namjoon’s older brother.” He slides on the bench to sit beside the younger one.

Before Jeongguk can return the greeting, Hoseok raises his soju, and they all toast to a fun evening. Chatter arises among them and Jin’s shoulders sag, tension pouring out of him after the first sip from his cocktail. Taehyung had ordered him a Tequila Sunrise, not knowing that he gave Tequila a wide berth since his last breakup. He had drowned his sorrows in an entire bottle and then died for three days straight. Tequila had given him the worst headaches in his whole life. Which’d taken the focus from his freshly broken heart but now made him shudder every time something tasted similar to that wretched alcohol.

He watches Namjoon’s animated conversation with Jeongguk, full of flying hands and bright eyes. Beside him, Jimin snuggles against Namjoon’s broad frame and giggles at something Taehyung was saying. He spots Hoseok shoving his soju discreetly to Jimin, who had already drained his bottle and was preventing Namjoon’s napkin from flying off the table after an enthusiastic hand gesture. Namjoon beams at him and puts an arm around both their shoulders while Jimin doesn’t even bat an eye and cradles Hoseok’s soju in his hands. The feeling of spying on a private moment surprises Seokjin, and he averts his eyes to wipe away a condensed drop of water. He’s happy for his younger brothers and their functioning relationships. He really is. But sometimes, especially at gatherings like this, he envies them.

Jin’s gaze drifts to his neighbor. This Jeongguk seems to be even younger than Taehyung according to his big round eyes and scrunched-up nose. He whispers something into Yoongi’s ear while they leaf through the menu, so Jin has an unobstructed view of the remaining scars of teenage acne on the boy’s right cheek, which is halfway covered by his dark, wavy hair.

”Jin-Hyung, how was your day?”

Seokjin looks up to Hoseok leaning towards him, a soft smile adorning his face.

”Quite exhausting, if I’m honest.” Jin answers with a tight smile. One of his colleagues had called in sick today, which left Jin with three tasks to finish this evening. He had made it, but barely and only with dispensing his lunch, which made him the target of several rabid looks from Sumi. But this wasn’t a topic for a get-together with friends. ”And yours?”

“We finally completed our choreography for the competition.” Hoseok beams. ”Now we just have to win and they will use our dance in the new music video of Big Bang.”

”That’s so cool, Hyung.” Jeongguk interferes with shining eyes. ”So we will see G-Dragon Sunbaenim dance?”

Jin giggles at Jeongguk’s eager look and how he is leaning over the table enthusiastically.

He was just like a little puppy. Hoseok cooes at Jeongguk and Jin empties his cocktail instead. When the older lady comes back to take their orders, Taehyung had vacated his seat beside Yoongi in favor of sitting by Hoseok’s side, fully trusting his boyfriend to order the right thing for him and to have a better angle to talk with Jeongguk. Together, he and Jeongguk swoon over every single member of Big Bang which he would only survive with a tasty drink right in front of his nose. Taehyung’s ranting ceases at the arrival of Jin’s new, pale beverage (God bless the barkeeper who had a heavier hand on the vodka than on the orange juice).

“Hyung, what are you drinking there?” Taehyung asks and shuffles his elbows over the table to inspect the high glass from every angle. “Is that orange juice?”

Jin chuckles and takes a sip from his drink, abandoning the rainbow-colored straw swirling between the ice cubes.

“With vodka, I would say.” Jeongguk adds, tugging his hair behind his ear, a lopsided grin adorning his face that makes his enormous eyes scrunch up. Jin’s eyebrows vanish into his hair when he gives Jeongguk an incredulous once-over.

“Are you even old enough to drink to talk like that?”

Jeongguk leans back, face propped on his hand, and grins in amusement. Jin’s hands are getting clammy and his pulse quickens at Jeongguk’s look through lowered lashes.

“Wanna guess?” Jeongguk replies with a self-assured smile that brings out his slightly larger front teeth. Heat creeps up Jin’s neck so he averts his eyes to look at Taehyung. He coughs against the scratch in the back of his throat, his mind suddenly blank.

”Leave him alone, Kookie. He had a hard day,” Hoseok dived in to save Jin from stammering unintelligible words. Holding his glass clutched between his cramped fingers, a crooked smile flits over his face.

“You are both single, you know?” Taehyung declares out of the blue and beams at them both. It surprises even Hoseok, who stops talking to look blankly at Taehyung. Jin’s ears must be so hot they steam.

“Well, cheers to that,” Jeongguk says. Tilting to the side, he clinks his beer bottle against Jin’s glass and takes a large sip. Seokjin follows suit, swallowing a big gulp of his thankfully more-vodka-than-orange-juice. Over the table, Taehyung eyes him (and his glowing ears) with suspicion. Thank god that right at this moment their food arrives and Yoongi summons Taehyung back to his side, already spooning his peas on the younger one’s plate - because Yoongi knew Taehyung loved peas.

Jin was glad that Jeongguk didn’t seem to be disturbed by that comment and grasped a pair of chopsticks. While Jin cuts a piece from his juicy steak, his gaze falls on Jeongguk’s free forearms. In 20 seconds he had, unnoticed by Jin, rolled the sleeves of his hoodie up to his elbows and now flaunted his gob smacking veiny arms. Right in front of Jin’s steak.

For 4 seconds, Jin stares shamelessly at the protruding lines on the unblemished skin, covered with sparse thin hair. His mouth runs dry and he blinks at the surprising vision, his eyes trailing the thickest vein up to a brawny hand with a broad palm, straight fingers, and clean nails. Jeongguk then places a napkin on his lap and Jin registers how fucking sturdy his thighs look. And that was not because of fat. Muscles bulged clearly just above his knee, straining the fabric of his jeans, and got even bulkier towards his crotch.

Jin whips his head around and stares through the window, seeing nothing. His mind still caught by the obvious power Jeongguk must be hiding under his clothes.

“Here, Hyung.”

Jeongguk holds a little shot glass out to him. His eyes are sparkling, and he smiles when Jin takes the proffered beverage and knocks it back immediately.

“So, when did you meet the others?” Jeongguk asks, angling his body towards Jin in a clear signal to now properly start a conversation. Jin clears his throat.

“Yoongi roughly 2 years ago, when he and Taehyung started to go out, and Hoseok and Jimin only recently, maybe 1 month?” he says, swirling the empty shot glass between his fingers.

“Ah, yes, their relationship is pretty new. I have known Yoongi since my childhood, we lived in the same street and stayed in contact. He is like a real brother to me. And I’ve been dancing at Hoseok’s studio for about 4 years, where I met him and Jimin.”

“What kind of dance?” Jin asks back and watches Jeongguk’s eyes crinkle at the corners.

“We don’t specialize in one style and try a wide variety like hip hop, contemporary, Breakdance, and so on,” Jeongguk says before chewing on a sizable piece of pork belly. Jin nods in understanding and takes another bite from his steak. He can’t hold back the satisfied groan as the juicy flavor touches his taste buds.

“That good?” Jeongguk chuckles, staring transfixed and Jin’s older brother syndrome breaks through. He cuts a piece and dumps it on the other’s plate.

“Tastes like heaven, try it.”

And without missing a beat Jeongguk does. He hums like tasting heaven and in return, grabs a piece of pork belly with his chopsticks. Jin pauses in surprise as Jeongguk holds his chopsticks out to him.

“Try this, Hyung. It’s delicious, too,” and without hesitation, he pushes the meat between Jin’s lips.

“I often eat pork belly with Yoongi-Hyung,” he continues and throws a brief smile at Yoongi who secretly tried to shove the rest of his sausage onto Jeongguk’s plate. “He invites me regularly because I’m so charming.”

Jin barks. This kid was really something else.

“You’re freakishly handsome, too. How come you're single?” Jeongguk adds, looking truly interested. Jin ponders for a few seconds.

“I guess I’m too busy to meet anyone. I've been working full time since my brothers entered university and I don’t like to go clubbing.” He shrugs and averts his eyes, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

“What about hobbies? If you don’t find anyone suitable at work.”

Jin answers with a shake of his head. “I like to cook and play guitar, but I don’t have time to attend a cooking or music class. You just have little free time left once you’re going to work.”

“That’s... I’m happy you found the time to eat dinner with us.” Jeongguk smiles again. “Let’s drink to find a significant other soon,” he adds with a wide grin and fills Jin’s glass, clinking both glasses together. A warmth surges through Jin that doesn’t come from the alcohol.

-

During the weekend, Jin couldn’t get Jeongguk out of his mind. Their dinner had lasted well past midnight with the two of them glued to their seats and each other. They’d talked about anything and everything. He had gotten to know Jeongguk better and, well... this boy was incredibly charming and blessed with good looks that Jin daydreams and fantasizes about things he was decidedly not proud of. Jeongguk also was the first person who let him realize how long his celibate phase actually was.

On Tuesday, too, Jin couldn’t stop thinking about Jeongguk. The only difference to Monday was that today he no longer was ashamed of it. Jeongguk was an adult eye candy. He was nice, considerate, and attentive to everything Jin had said, topped by the regular reminder that Jeongguk found Jin attractive, too. So he didn’t feel bad for... being hopeful.

That was the exact reason he hummed to himself as he slid beside Sumi, who was in the kitchen dipping a tea bag in and out of her teacup.

“Hey, how are you? I missed you yesterday,” he asks cheerfully and lies his bag full of sweets on the counter.

“Date with my gynecologist,” she sighs. Jin’s eyebrows furrow in concern, his smile vanishing.

“Everything alright?”

“Yeah, yeah,” she dismisses him with a slow wave. “The little one just won’t let me sleep at night and it’s so exhausting.”

Jin pulls a face and watches her sifting through the sweets. She picks a brightly colored sky-blue Smurf and sniffs at it warily.

“But never mind, I will just lock my door and sleep for 2 hours on my desk since Hanseok will be in a meeting the whole morning.” She turns around, striding along the long hall towards her little office. Jin follows her on quick feets, impressed she didn’t spill one drop of tea during her brisk walk. When he closes the door to her office behind him, she has already dropped into her chair, toed off her shoes, and propped her feet up on her desk. A relieved sigh slips through her lips before she stuffs the little Smurf into her mouth. Chewing like a cow, she peers at him.

“And what happened to you to put you in such a disgustingly good mood?”

”I met someone,” he says and blushes. He hadn’t wanted to blurt this out right away, but he was so giddy with nerves that any preamble would have been shit anyway.

Sumi scrambles to sit up again, eyes opened wide in alarm.

”Nothing happened, and he is merely a friend but—,” he rushes to clarify before Sumi could get too excited. Her mouth opens and closes without a word coming out, her tongue tinged blue.

”But you could imagine him being your boyfriend?”

Jin stuffs his hands into his slack pockets and shrugs. ”It’s way too early for that," he answers, flustered.

Sumi is silent for a few seconds, her bright red lips stretched into a wide grin. “You think he could. I can see it. Well, come, sit and tell me about him!” She beckons him over, pulling the empty chair from her colleague to her desk, and slapping the seat cushion as an invitation.

As Jin sits there, he takes a few seconds to gather his thoughts while Sumi waits more or less patiently for him to start.

”I met him for the first time on Friday at the dinner Taehyung scheduled. His name is Jeongguk, he is 23, and he is close friends with Yoongi, Jimin, and Hoseok. He studies creative arts and has been dancing for four years.” He pauses and looks at Sumi opening a drawer of her pedestal and rummaging through it. She emerges with a bag of licorice.

”Continue,” she urges him on, fumbling for a black roll. All Jin can do is stare in disgust and watch his tongue. Saying anything offensive against the abominable sweet would trigger an intense mood swing. The dent on Hanseok’s wall when she’d thrown her heavy stabler at him is still visible. Only for announcing that beetroot was disgusting. That happened 3 months ago and was still a warning for all of them, even for their boss, who had the guts to highlight the dent in the stark white wall with a bright red picture frame.

”Well, he was very nice and listened to every word I said. He is funny and buoyant, and freakishly handsome but, like, in a cute way? With big round eyes and a wonderful contagious laugh, and muscles too because he likes to go to the gym nearly every day. He likes to eat and drink and he wants to live in a Hanok in the countryside.”

Sumi giggles at that, her eyes shining brightly, truly happy for him. ”When is the wedding? You’re totally enchanted by him.”

”Don’t be ridiculous. I only met him two times. I don’t even know if he--y’know.”

They both stay silent for a few seconds. ”But Taehyung said that we were both single so maybe...”

”Jin, are you joking?” Sumi asks and lays her half-eaten licorice roll on the desk. ”He wouldn’t say that if he didn’t know.”

”You’re right. This still doesn’t mean that he likes me.” Jin stills as Sumi lifts one eyebrow, eyeing him in disbelief.

”Tell me about your second date,” she orders instead and wiggles her toes in anticipation. “I’ll decide after that.”

”It wasn’t a date. Jimin went to see Namjoon yesterday, and he just tagged along.”

”Of course. So he said hello to you and then what? Followed Jimin and Namjoon?” Jin sighs at her knowing smile.

”No, he played Mario Kart with me.”

”Oh, Jin,” Sumi shakes her head, but with a fond look on her face. ”I know you are oblivious to flirting but this is devastating.” With a low grunt, she pushes herself back up into an upright position and places one hand on Jin’s arm. “He stayed with you, didn’t he?”

“He did,” Jin beams. ”He even helped me cook dinner.”

”Such an angel,” Sumi drawls and giggles after that.

”I thought so, too. Until he started flirting with me. Aggressively.”

”Finally something juicy.” She fist-pumps the air. ”What did he say? Could he wrap you around his little finger?”

Jin joins her cackling. ”Well, he is charming and for a moment I thought he had as much a weakness for jokes as I did. Turned out he only recited what Yoongi taught him. First, he tried it when we were cooking. I was so distracted by him I somehow smeared food on my face. Initially, he laughed and then said: Hyung, that’s not fair. I have to call the cops because it must be illegal to look that good with food smeared on your face.”

Sumi snorts.

”We made steaks and when we checked their status, he said: You’re just like that steak, hyung, well done. I swear my ears turned into tomatoes.” Jin needed to raise his voice to drown out Sumi’s laughter.

”As we sat down at the table and waited for Jimin and Namjoon it took me everything to not hide under my chair because he made me so nervous. After a couple of minutes, I said how I wished the two of them would turn up already. He countered with: Well, at least I am here. So one of your three wishes got fulfilled.”

”Wow, that’s corny.”

”When he left late that night he asked me if we could take a picture because he is a photographer and can picture us together,” he quotes.

At that, Sumi clasps a hand over her mouth to stifle her bright giggles.

”He also really likes the singer IU. After he finished fangirling about her, he ended with: If I could rearrange the alphabet I would put U and I together.”

”This kid is hilarious,” Sumi gasps.

”It took a few minutes for me to understand what he meant. I believe my cluelessness embarrassed him because his smirk dropped after a few seconds.”

”Did you at least get it on your own, or did he have to explain it?”

His pained expression and coloring cheeks are answer enough.

”I get that kid, you know. You are hilariously endearing.” She strokes his arm and beams at him. ”So, that’s all that happened? Did Jimin plan this?”

Jin leafs through a stack of receipts on Sumi’s desk to give his hands something to do. ”I don’t know him that well but according to Namjoon’s locked door and their sleepy but satisfied states the next morning they knew how to profit from Jeongguk’s visit."

“Uh, nasty boys,” Sumi hoolers.

Jin nods and puts the papers back into a neat pile.

“Yeah. Later, Hoseok came along as well. I thought I could catch my breath and get a break from Jeongguk’s flirt-bombing, but he disappeared into Namjoon’s room just as quickly as Jimin.

“Wait a minute.” Sumi frowns, steepling her fingers. “So you’re telling me that Jimin and Hoseok spent the night in Namjoon’s room while you were trapped with Jeongguk, who was hitting on you every second sentence?” Her eyes are wide in disbelief.

“I wouldn’t say trapped but,” he mumbles, looking for the right words. “It overwhelmed me.”

Sumi nods in understanding and Jin focuses his eyes on his hands.

“I mean his remarks were kind of sweet but I would have preferred to use the time to get to know him better.”

“And you were still too shy to react to his flirting,” Sumi adds. She knows him so well she can read between the lines. Jin grumbles in agreement and kneads his fingers.

“I nearly skedaddled when he massaged my neck.” Jin mutters.

“He did what? Why?”

Jin throws his hands in the air and groans. “He decided I looked quite uptight and obviously believed that he could knead my tension away. As if his hands on my neck would make it any better.”

“Well, did they?”

“Of course not!” he bellows. “All I could think about was his warm, broad palm on my neck, caressing every inch of my skin while he stroked down to my shoulders. Next time he touches me I think I’m going to melt.”

Sumi chuckles. “When will you see him again?”

Before Jin could answer, Sumi’s phone rang. It was still that infernal ringtone that resembled earlier cell phone music and is an attack on everyone’s ear-drums. The display lights up, showing the name of Jin’s colleague Ji-hun.

“Yes please?” Sumi asks politely after pressing the button for the speaker. Business Mode activated. She reclines back in her seat like a manager - which she isn’t - and crosses her legs.

“Is Jin with you?” is the rushed counter-question. Sumi eyebrows lower, looking displeased with the rude response and gives her phone a furious look. Seokjin is sure she is picturing pulling the caller through the line to strangle him with the telephone cable.

“Why do you want to know?” she snaps back, irritated and saucy. Jin dives to the phone to prevent any damage.

“Yes, I am here. What is it?” He throws an apologetic grin at Sumi who just rolls her eyes and grabs the licorice bag once again. She props her feet up on her desk, sliding down in her chair with a pout and hunts for a new black roll.

“Boss wants to see you. He has a few questions regarding the coming steering committee and is throwing a fit right now in his office.” Ji-hun’s answer is followed by a loud voice in the background shouting in his ear.

“Alright, I’m coming.” Jin succumbs and hangs up. He can’t risk quitting or falling sick as well, it would fry his last surviving brain cells.

“He is a disgusting Neanderthal who grew up in a monkey house, full of gorillas pounding on their chests and screeching chimpanzees. He also stinks like one.”

“And he is still our boss,” Jin adds and stands up, fits-bumping her shoulder. “Don’t look like that. Soon you’ll be gone for a long time and won’t have to see all those stupid faces anymore. And the most handsome one, of course,” he says and frames his face with his hands. “Instead you’ll spend your time with your little one, caring for them, seeing them grow up, and cuddle them like the clingy baby monkey you really are, and all of this won't matter anymore.”

“Oh, Jin,” she whimpers and struggles to her feet to pull him into a bone-crushing hug. When Jin lays his arms around her, he can feel the slight tremor rocking her body and tutts at her like his granny did. These mood swings truly made her a different, weepy person.

“The others can fuck off, but we will stay in contact,” she replies with a wobble in her voice, tightening her grip around his ribs. “Because I’m thrilled that you met this Jeongguk and I’m hoping that he is the right one for you. You deserve to be happy.”

Jin chuckles when he pulls back, witnessing Sumi trying to blink her tears away with determination.

“Then wish me luck.”

Just when he is about to leave the room, Sumi adds, “Don’t forget to read the blog, y’know, for preparation.”

They both grin until Jin closes the door behind himself.

-

On Thursday night, every cell in Jin’s body is waving the white flag in capitulation. After 2 more days of double workload he felt more exhausted than he had in a long time. His boss, naturally, had turned a blind eye towards the decimated number of employees, lapped up to his bosses, and accepted every further work assignment from the management. Of course, he had not taken on a single task of his own and delegated everything boss-like to his subjects.

Sumi’s colleague had vanished and not returned from his appointment on Tuesday morning, and Jin’s colleague Ji-hun had already worked two night shifts to somehow cope with his workload.

Until an hour ago Jin himself had invested every second of the last two days in the preparation, execution, and follow-up of the steering committee, which was scheduled for today’s evening. While his boss had been standing in the corner, leading flattering small talk with the authorities and eating expensive fruit skewers, Jin had won the bullshit-Bingo regarding today’s tasks.

He had printed, stapled, and distributed roughly 1000 handouts and crawled around under the consulting tables to provide even the last surface user with a power source. He had arranged a last-minute vegan and gluten-free meal for one of the managing directors because he happened to be on a health trip, and of course, kept the minutes about every spoken word in these four-and-a-half hours.

When he had reached the buffet with bleeding ears, shattered nerves, and a howling stomach after the meeting had ended and seen his boss eating the last freaking mini schnitzel before galloping out of the conference room, he could have flipped the whole fucking table over.

Now, freshly showered and with a belly full of cheap bibimbap he collapsed on his bed with a groan, ready to call it a day. Untucking the towel from his head proved to be a challenge but even after accomplishing this task he was still too wired to sleep. He turns from one side to the other with a grunt, staring at his walls but nothing works. It’s not his brain that doesn’t want to shut up. Rather, the stress from the day kept clinging to his nerves and muscles, making him restless and jittery. Turning again, his eyes snap open after a few heartbeats. He kicks his blanket away and sits up. After a breather, he retrieves his laptop from under his bed and opens the new gay-sex-bible to give his brain something nice to think about. He is right in the middle of reading about recommended preparations for anal sex when his phone lits up with a new message.

Sumi
Can’t sleep. U awake?
Don’t lie, I can see you’re online!

Sumi
Little one won’t stop moving.
My kidneys hurt like hell :(
I’m watching teleshopping. Abnormal useless trash they’re selling there.

Sumi
*thumbs up*
Should I test you afterward? :D

Jin replies with the teacher emoji and continues reading. He learns that - against what his former ex had told him - it wasn’t neccessary to clear your bowel for penetrative sex. It’s highly recommended for rimming but that was something his ex never had done (not that Jin had asked for it). And according to Seagull, you should always make sure to use lube that is suitable for anal sex.

Please, please, pleeeeaase do not -NOT, EVER- use massage oils, cooking oils, or other fluids and creams you normally use for body care, they can irritate the intestinal mucosa (which is very sensitive) and even damage condoms.

The entry finishes with a list of lubes, recommended by Seagull’s one-to-five star rating, usage hints, prices, and links to the shops selling them.

Jin clicks on the next post and skims through the entry explaining how to stretch the anus with fingers, a tongue, or particular toys. At the bottom he finds a link to Seagull’s first time and how to do it the right way, which he skips and returns to the front page. There, a brand new post catches his eye.

Hey Seagulls!

I’m kind of not myself right now, so please forgive any irritations and ramblings.
BUT:
I think I met my future husband.
The most handsome guy in South Korea.
He is as beautiful as a man can be and...nice and cute and... I wanted to devour him the two times we met.
He’s not just a sexual experience and rather potential boyfriend no- HUSBAND material.
All I’m going to tell in this post is that he is the brother of a friend’s friend (who knew someone, who knew someone, who knew someone.. ;D) and older than me.
He is shy and cooks very well, which bodes well with my ENORMOUS appetite.
I guess I went a little over the top with my flirtings and I’m not sure how he will react to physical approach... well, we’ll see. I’ll keep you updated on that ;)

Sadly, I registered yesterday that I don’t have his number :( but I’ve got a feeling our next meeting is right around the corner and then.. hrrr ;) I’ll work hard to get under his skin and into his heart.

Wish me luck! ;_;

Your Justin

#cloud9 #hotguy #funnyguy #wwh

Jin smiles and reaches his phone, texting Sumi about the resemblance of his and Seagull’s acquaintances. Sumi replies with a picture from her tv screen advertising a bondage beginner package with a pink butt plug, black plush handcuffs, a small crop, and nipple-clamps with small bells on it.

Sumi
If the price drops under 30.000 won, I’ll buy it

Sumi
Sweet, but I don’t need one :o)
Calmed down enough?
Go to sleep now, it’s already past midnight.

Sumi
Alright.
Little one has calmed down, too :)
Finally :)
I think I’ll stay on the couch. I’m too lazy already and I can hear Hanseok snoring through two closed doors Dx

Sumi
Bought it, btw :B
G’night! :-*