Pretty Boy | Taekook

Chapter 6

Jungkook runs all the way home on his already strained legs. By the time he gets back, he's drenched in sweat and struggling to breathe. He abandons his bag at the front door and runs upstairs to his room, not worrying about where mum was, knowing she would still be at work. He immediately collapses onto his bed, hiding his face in his pillow.

He didn't know what came over him in the locker room, he's never lost his cool like that before. He's certainly never gotten aroused in a public before, and he has never imagined his friends in such compromising positions before this point. He feels so gross. What would they think if they knew he thought about them in that way. They wouldn't wanna be his friend anymore... they would be so disgusted. He really didn't wanna be that gay kid who pervs on his straight friends.

To be honest he wouldn't even say he liked any of them in that way, he just couldn't control his hormones when they started talking about sex. That's definitely gonna be an issue in the long run. How is he supposed to hang about with his friends when all they talk about is sex, a subject which now makes him uncomfortably aroused.

He rolls over onto his back and stares up at the ceiling. He feels so uncomfortable, legs sore, soaked in sweat and dick still straining against his briefs. He really needs to sort himself out before he starts to think about how to fix his broken mind.

He heads to the bathroom, stripping off his clothes and gets into the warm shower. After having washed his hair he moves onto cleaning his body, purposely avoiding the problem still standing tall against his abdomen. Every time his hand rubs near his groin he moans at the slightest sensation. He really needs to get rid of this.

He moves his hand towards his swollen, red cock and takes it in his grasp, causing a low groan to escape his lips. This alone gives some relief from the ache, but he knows he'll need a lot more to fully relieve himself.

He starts to slowly stroke himself, the stream of water acting as a lubricant against his rough skin. He gradually quickens his pace letting out a string of helpless moans. He knows he doesn't need to be quiet since his mum won't be back until late, but he still feels dirty seeing how little control he has over his own sounds.

Picking up the pace, his mind becomes hazy with erotic images, many of which he remembers from the locker room. Hard cocks thrusting deep into ass while he screams out for more. Being pounded into the floor by hot, sweaty football guys.

The more he thinks about this, the more he starts to wonder how it actually feels to have something up there. Although he likes the idea of it, he's never actually tried it, so who knows? Maybe he won't end up enjoying it?

His curiosity gets the better of him and his mind is too hazy with pleasure to overthink his actions. He removes the hand from his cock and positions himself facing the wall of the shower. With his left hand on the wall in front of him keeping him steady, he brings his right hand to his asshole. Hesitantly he starts to feel around his rim, testing to see how it feels. To be honest he doesn't notice much, but the idea of it sends sparks straight to his cock.

He slowly edges his index finger around his rim before finally getting the courage to push it inside. He moves it in deeper, feeling his walls stretch around it. Yeah, it feels very weird, but not painful, thankfully. He decides the take his finger out to the rim and thrust it back inside. 'Oh, okay, this feels alright' he thinks, feeling reassured at the lack of pain.

He continues to do this, slowly stretching himself out before he enters his middle finger as well. There's a bit of a stretch as the second finger goes in, causing him to grunt, but he doesn't want to stop now. He thrusts the fingers in deep and hard, scissoring himself open. He doesn't really know exactly what he's doing, but it feels good, so he carries on.

He feels himself loosen again, so he thrusts in his ring finger and moans at the satisfying stretch. He decides he loves the feeling of being filled. The three fingers pound into him hard and he moans at the satisfying feeling.

Suddenly he feels his fingers hit something hard which send shockwaves of pleasure through his body. He moans loudly in complete shock, not expecting to feel anything like that. He thrusts his fingers into the same place repeatedly, riding through the incredible feelings in brings. By this point he's a complete wreck, unable to string any thoughts together, only chasing the intoxicating feeling over and over again. Even the night before when he jerked himself off in pure arousal, he never felt anything close to this delicious feeling.

He slams into the bundle of nerves at an even faster rate, massaging it with his fingers. He feels a heat start to build in his abdomen and he knows he's close. He starts to speed up wanting to chase the high all the way to the end. He can hear squelching and slapping sounds as he thrusts deep into himself at an animalistic pace, feeling very glad he built up his arm muscles giving himself the power to pleasure himself as hard as he needs.

It finally hits him suddenly, and a loud, desperate moan releases from his lips as the wall of the shower is painted in cum. He continues to massage himself through his orgasm, not wanting the incredible feeling to end.

'Wow' he thinks once he's finally calmed down and cleaned up all of the evidence. He's never felt anything that good before in his life. He wants to feel it again and again and again. He craves it now.

This experience has left him completely certain of his sexuality. He needs it up his ass... hard.