The Hangover Chapter 5

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, cushioning my back and pushing 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.   When blood started flowing to my brain once more, I was leaning on Pokerface’s shoulder, panting as if I had just run a marathon. c.u.m was still shooting out onto his abs and mine. The shower that we took completely went to waste.   His erect rod was still poking me and half of my weight was still on him, but another series of thoughts were going through in my head.   Wh-what the heck just happened?   It was as if all the fragmented memories were completely reshuffled   I remembered that I had just come out from the private room where the family union was being held. I also remembered the license plate of the cab that had driven me to Full Moon House. I had seen some people after I got there. Four blurry faces surfaced in my head. They looked familiar but also like strangers.   Gla.s.s after gla.s.s of an orangey-yellow foamy liquid had been pushed in front of me. I had no recollection as to how and how much I had gotten into my stomach. I had probably fallen asleep and woken back up several times. Also, there had been a warm body beside me the whole time, keeping me from falling over my seat.   Is the source of that warmth still here?   I had been sitting in the speeding cab, being knocked around. It was not there when I hit the cold car window, but it was back when I fell to the other side.   I had a delusion at one point that I had been alone at home after getting off the cab and returning home. I had drunk some cold water and puked all over the sofa chair, which was all fine because no one else had seen the embarra.s.sment.   However, the person in front of me started moving once more. He was holding me with his arm. I recalled the force that had dragged me into the house and up to my room. I couldn’t have done that by myself.   Then, my chin was lifted up. A pair of black eyes and furrowed brows was looking at me straight ahead. Oh, it was him all right. He had shown the same expression when I threw up on him and when I tripped in the tub.   I started giggling again. Judging from his expression, he was probably thinking, this guy must be losing his mind. I reached out and hugged him tightly.   The release just now made everything feel so unrealistic. I closed my eyes, thinking that all this was an illusion. I reopened them to find that he was still in my arms. My pa.s.sion was dripping down his body and the sight was just so satisfying.   I asked myself, what could I do to ensure that this satisfying feeling doesn’t disappear? You must know, he could disappear from right under you even if you were no less than ten inches away from him. This had been the case in the tunnel leading into the palace of doom.   I was really afraid that the next time I reached out I would get nothing but thin air again. This fear enveloped me while his hard member was still flanked against me. It made me truly feel his existence.   My knees buckled in, but I knew it wasn’t from spaghetti legs. He wanted to bend down too but I stopped him. I held onto his muscular thighs and knelt down to the ground. His meaty pillar towered before my eyes.   This is…because of me?   Reaching that realisation, my heart filled with joy—I can’t think of a better way to put it. I didn’t think too much as I faced the muscle that had swollen up because of me, opened my mouth and took it in.