OUR OWN ENDING [KimChay Stories Compilation]

QUID PRO QUO [R-18]

"Break yourself into a thousand pieces and deny me each and every one of them. Because I am never letting you go."

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"Were you always like this? Quiet?" the man sitting by the edge of the bed behind Chay asked. What was his name again? Honestly, Chay didn't actually know. He didn't bother to ask. There is no point in knowing it. Chay has no means of seeing this man again.

Chay nodded as he put on his shoes, not even bothering to look back at the man, "Yeah." he answered.

"Oh, okay." the man replied, the room filling with awkward silence. Chay wasn't bothered. He just wants to go home and shower off the scent of the man from his skin.

"You are really good in bed, Chay. Are we doing this again next time?" the man asked, reaching out to hold him; but Chay grunted as he stood, failing the man to take hold of him. The man retracted his man and scratched his head instead he stood.

Chay shrugged, "I don't know. I will be busy in the next couple of weeks." he lied. No, Chay is not busy. He is literally on a semestral break. He has nothing to do but to rot in bed or perhaps, spend his nights drinking on some bar. "I have to go. There's something I need to do." he lied again.

"O-Oh, okay. I guess I'll see you again soon, Chay." the man said.

Chay nodded once awkwardly, "Right..." he said. He doesn't know how this man knows his name. Did he tell him his name? Chay doesn't care. "Thanks for tonight, Dale," he said.

The man stared at him like he just said something ridiculous, "It's David." he said.

Shit. Chay mentally cursed himself, "Right... Bye, David." he said and left the room. Fuck. Chay couldn't wait to get out of that dingy hotel and he also needed a shower so badly. He could still smell that cheap ass cologne of that man on his skin. It makes him feel sick like he wanted to vomit. Chay lit himself a cigarette as soon as he left the motel, "Doing this again? He can't even last for 3 fucking minutes. Fucking asshole." he muttered angrily to him. There will be no more next time for that man for sure.

Honestly, Chay has been feeling sick from everything he has done in the last few weeks. He doesn't know or maybe because he is bored and extremely confused these days. Multiple make-out sessions in a dark alleyway. He canceled numerous hookups. A couple of successful ones. Several men trying to get into his pants. Lots of people are trying to get a taste of sweet Chay. Yet, none of these seems to satisfy him.

Students who were in the semestral break often rejoiced and rested, but not him. Chay is restless. He can't believe he would say this but he prefers having classes. In that way, he will be busy and distracted. All of these... thoughts and feelings will be away.

The moment Chay stepped into his studio-type apartment, he instantly stripped himself naked and hopped into the shower. The piercing cold water hitting his skin made him sigh contentedly. His system is still sexually hot. He thought that a cold shower would help him tame his sexually frustrated body. All those hookups, yet no man can satisfy him. He even needed to ejaculate himself during the deed just to reach his orgasm, but he never found it fulfilling.

Chay knew within himself only one man could satisfy a lonely lad like him. Just thinking about him made Chay instantly hard. "Fuck." he groaned frustratingly as he stared at his painfully hard cock. This is insane. This is fucking insane. Sighing frustratingly, Chay wrapped his hand on his cock and moved it up and down at a steady pace. A pleasurable moan escaped from his lips, "Oh, fuck..."

Chay closed his eyes and tilted his head back. Only one image of a man came to his mind. He could almost imagine the soft lips leaving an open-mouthed kiss along his wet skin. He could almost imagine the hot tongue licking his neck and jaw. He could almost imagine the warm skin against his. He could almost hear the deep and raspy voice whispering dirty things in his ear. All of this fantasizes as if someone was there with Chay and giving him the pleasure that he wanted so badly.