Your Eyes Tell | Taekook

Chapter 1: Another Trophy

Movies will have you believe otherwise. But the truth is that sometimes the most life-changing revelations don't occur with any drama. Sometimes, it's just as simple as reading that one short story when you were 10. The story in which that boy kissed that other boy and your tiny tummy felt those butterflies. That's what happened to me. I was 10 when I read that short story on the internet and I realised that's what I'd like. That's how I would like to be kissed by a boy, which led me to actually kissing a boy when I was 12 and there. Just like that. I realised I was gay. And all it took was reading a story.

I was going to have another such revelation soon in my life when I would realise monogamy and falling in love isn't that boring after all but I wasn't ready for that yet. For now, I was busy finding a hot guy I knew I had to sleep with that night. The night in the club. "It's a bad idea, Jeon. He is married", Jimin told me, rolling his eyes and knowing all too well that I wasn't going to listen. He was right. I didn't.

There is something beautiful about attaining someone that isn't meant to be yours. It's like collecting trophies. The more you have in your showcase, the better it is. How many trophies had I acquired in my 22 years of life, you ask? Too many. Way too many. I was going to acquire another one that night. That hottie standing across the hall. He was married. To a woman. So he was straight and married. Exactly the kind I shouldn't mess with and exactly the kind I was going to mess with.

"Hi daddy. A drink?", I winked at the man in front of me. He shook his head no with a subtle smile on his face as he showed me his wedding ring. "Sorry. Married". They always pretend to be loyal at first.
"Didn't know married people don't drink!", I laughed. Step one. Make them feel comfortable around you. Make them laugh. He laughed.
"Let me order you another of what you are drinking", I added before I turned to order a repetition of the drink he held in his big hand. Sexy.

"Well, thanks I guess", he smiled. Already tipsy, good for me, I took a mental note. Step two. Get them DRUNK. Not drunk. DRUNK. You see the difference? He was on his way there already. A few more drinks and we were off to step three. Make them believe you are too drunk yourself to remember any of this tomorrow. I was good at that. Years of practice. So I skipped to step four. Let them know what they have been missing out on. I wondered if his wife ever gave him a good blowjob and if she did, was it as good as what I can do for him. The best way to find out was to ask. So that's what I did. I asked.

"How the heck am I supposed to compare, man! Not like you have ever given me one", he chuckled and I smiled at him. Let me tell you this thing about my smile. They say one look at my big and beautiful smile and you have to kiss me. People say it just does the job. My smile, it's irresistible. "We can change that right away! And I can give you something to compare with!", I said with my smile. There. There was the pause. The pause that comes when they give it a serious thought. He thought about it for a few seconds and he said, "What if my wife finds out?"

"Are you going to tell her?", I smiled again. He knew he had no other option at that point. He smiled and I knew that smile. That was the smile of surrender. I held his hand tight and took him to one of the rooms upstairs. After locking the door from the inside, I kneeled. When I kneel in front of men, you know shit is about to go down.
I quickly unbuckled his pants and boxers, and pull them down just about enough to get his cock out. He was already sporting a semi. Ha! So much for being straight! I couldn't help but mock internally.

I gave his tip a kitty lick. He tasted fine. Not bad, not great. Not that I actually cared. I encircled his shaft with my lips as my eyes stayed on his face, not wandering at all. It was big and long so I had to use my hands to take care of the part my mouth couldn't reach. He tugged on to my hair and pulled. This bitch. With the kind of experience I had with men, I couldn't let my ego get hurt by not being able to take it all in. So I did. I gagged a little as the tip of his shaft poked the bottom of my throat.