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Part 1: Start Line
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How did I get myself into this sticky situation? Let me tell you.
My name is Yoshi—age 23. I was born into an affluent family. When I graduated with a degree in business management, my father decided to give me a few restaurants, ranging from 3 to 5 stars. Our target market is the middle, upper-middle, and upper classes.
I know what most people would think;
“He’s lucky to be born rich!”
“It must be nice being handed multiple businesses!”
“Success must come easily for you!”
While these statements have some truth, they are not 100% facts. Everyone has their fair share of challenges. As for me, it was because my parents had already planned my entire life!
I don’t get to choose where I’d be or what I’ll do. Having daily, weekly, quarterly, and yearly numbers to hit. Raised to be a part of a system, like a gear set in place, turning meticulously for the rest of my life.
The silver lining in all this is that there is one thing in my life where I could still be in control: choosing the person I’d spend the rest of my life with!
The reality is that my folks have been pressuring me to get married as soon as possible. They know I’m gay, and they’re very supportive— to make it up to them for their acceptance, I promised to give them an heir after marriage. Yep, you guessed it: through surrogacy.
Now that you know my background, we can dive into the “sticky” situation.
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It all started the day I met a boy named Doyoung.
After graduating from high school, Doyoung continued his studies at the University of California, where he majored in business administration.
He’s pretty intelligent and was raised in an upper-middle-class family. This means my parents were not apprehensive about our relationship. Education and background matter to them.
I met Doyoung in one of my 4-star restaurants near the university. A familiar friend introduced us.
Talking to Doyoung was easy. We have a lot in common; we both delve into the world of business, enjoy the same type of music, and love animals. Doyoung would always brag about how impressive their family's horse stable is.
The Kims, Doyoung’s family, adore horses. Wish I could say the same, but I haven’t had the chance to ride one… At least not yet!
… Going back, there’s one other thing that Doyoung and I have in common… But then, it’s something I cannot easily share with him.
What is it, you may ask?
Well… Doyoung is a bona fide bottom, and I always top for him. Sex with him is okay, not bad, and not great… I like Doyoung… I think he’s cute, but… How can I tell him I enjoy bottoming a bit more than ramming my dick in someone’s hole!
I used to stuff big dildos in my ass before our relationship started. Not so much nowadays, and Doyoung doesn’t like “giving.” Truth is, he has an average size penis. That's all fine. However, size matters to me!
At first, I thought it would be easy to open up to him since he’s my boyfriend. However, during our first time, he immediately assumed I was a top… I mean, anyone would believe so because I am "gifted." As people would say.
Okay, okay, I have a pretty big dick! And Doyoung is a straight-up slut for my junior.
Don’t get me wrong, getting "serviced" is fun… Yet, something is missing. Even after we do it, I feel empty and unfulfilled. Plus, my libido is so high that 9/10 times we have sex, I’d always want to go a couple more rounds. Except, Doyoung is already tired or fast asleep.
We’ve been together for almost 4 months. If this relationship were to last or endure, I knew I had to tell Doyoung what I truly felt. That is why I decided to come clean on one lunch date…
That is, until Doyoung pulled a UNO reverse on me and suddenly proposed! 💍 I wanted to tell him to give me more time, but most of our familiar friends suddenly popped up and began recording us using their phones!
I felt pressured and, unfortunately, said "Yes," even though I wasn't ready. Nevertheless, seeing Doyoung’s above-the-clouds-happy face made it worth it. I hope this decision won’t bite me in the ass later…
A week passed after the untimely proposal, and my boyfriend’s family, the Kims, invited us to their place for a sleepover.
So, here we are on a Friday morning; Doyoung and I driving to Los Altos, California—
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“Gosh! It's been ages since I've seen my family! You’re gonna love them, I’m sure of it, babe!” Doyoung’s face was wrapped in uncontained excitement, all jumpy, sitting shotgun inside Yoshi’s 2023 White Range Rover.
Yoshi forced every smile to be polite and not rain on his boyfriend’s enthusiasm. “Y-Yey… Can’t wait…” hand in a fist, shaking mid-air. Doyoung blabbered for almost the entire trip about how cool his mom, dad, and aunt were, how accepting each was when he came out in high school.
They also wished for him to meet a responsible partner one day. Then Doyoung jokingly nudged Yoshi’s elbow. “That’s why they’ll love you! Because you’re everything they wanted for me!”
“He-he, thanks, babe!” Yoshi unassumingly chortled.
“Yeah… Although my aunt said, ‘Doyoung, you better marry someone GOOD-LOOKING! Like A-lister handsome!’ ha-ha! Aunty would fall head over heels for you, babe… You’re like BEYOND handsome!” Yoshi shook his head and smiled genuinely for the first time. Doyoung continued, “Get ready to fall in love with my dad, mom, and auntie, babe… I can see it now! You won’t regret this trip!”
“It sounds like your family is the bomb-diggity! Hey, babe… I hope they won’t get mad when I leave tomorrow morning. Remember, I have this critical meeting, and Dad will be there! You know how serious he is when it comes to business….” Doyoung squeezed Yoshi’s right shoulder. “Of course, hun… I already told my parents and aunt; they know that our time is limited.”
That’s when Yoshi realized that Doyoung never mentioned his younger brother, so— “Okay, cool… Um, babe? I recall you mentioning having a sibling who is still in high school. Is he also great like the rest of your family?”
With a high dose of cynicism, Doyoung responded. “Unfortunately, yes. I do have a little brother… Junghwan…” Yoshi's hand circled, a gesture for Doyoung to continue. “And?”
With a sigh of disappointment, Doyoung resumed. “Alright, since we’ll be married in the future, you might as well know!” Yoshi was attentively listening.
“Junghwan and I have been rivals since we were little. My parents favored him! I work hard for what I want, while he seems to get it almost effortlessly…
Like once, I had to get straight A’s to get an XBOX, while my pesky brother only needed to pass algebra to get the same!” Yoshi hummed, trying to grasp the situation.
“That’s so unfair, right, babe? And, even though my family was supportive of me coming out… They were 10 times as supportive when Junghwan got the hottest cheerleader in school to be his girlfriend! They weren’t even THAT happy for me when I told them about us… Junghwan is the captain of his basketball team. Of course, he’ll get the girl! It’s not rocket science!” Doyoung with his mocking tone.
“I fear that Junghwan might give you a HARD time just to see me miserable….” Catching his boyfriend getting upset, Yoshi rubbed Doyoung’s knee to calm him down. “Hey… I’m a grown-ass man! I won’t let your pesky straight little brother get between us, okay?”
Doyoung quiets down, nodding. “Thanks, babe! Just be extra patient with him… It’ll just be an overnight thing. I mean, what could happen, right?!”
“Exactly!” Yoshi beamed. Then both turned to their right, where a contemporary bungalow house stood. It seemed all its vast real estate was located at the back.
“Here we are!” Doyoung exclaimed.
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Even before the car parked in front of the house, Yoshi saw Doyoung’s mom and aunt running towards the vehicle with the biggest smiles.
Doyoung excitedly unbuckled the seatbelt, grinned at Yoshi, and got off, giving his family the tightest embrace!
A soft grin painted Yoshi’s face. He looked at Doyoung’s mom, thinking, “Dang… If I were straight, I might bang my boyfriend’s mom! She’s FOINE!” Mrs. Kim peppered her son’s face with kisses. Yoshi got out of the car, overhearing words like “We missed you” and “You lost weight!” he then interjected anxiously, saying, “Hi!”
Doyoung happily wrapped his arm around Yoshi’s and introduced him to his mom and aunt. Mrs. Kim warmly greeted Yoshi while Aunty tackled, lifted, and spun him around! A loud “Oof!” was squeezed out of him.
Yoshi still lifted off the ground, Aunty said. “We want you to be comfortable here since you’ll be officially a part of the family soon!” Doyoung noticed how uncomfortable Yoshi was getting. So, he broke them off. "Okay, Aunty, let him breathe... Ha-ha..." and they began taking their bags out of the trunk.
"... By the way, where’s Dad?” Doyoung asks.
“Oh, we forgot to tell you… Uh…” Mrs. Kim's eyebrows creased, trying to remember. “There’s a huge sports event at your brother’s school! It’s an all-day affair, and your dad wanted to support Junghwan in all the games he’s a part of! You know how much those two love sports!”
Yoshi saw how Aunty tapped Doyoung’s back, leaning in. “It’s a straight guy thingy, sweetie! They’ll be home later anyway… Besides, your mom and I made your favorite….” Doyoung’s eyes filled with joy, and the two in harmony voiced: “Bibimbap!”
Mrs. Kim giggled, and they all walked to the house, chit-chatting along the way.
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Hours passed.
After having the delicious lunch, Yoshi helped Mrs. Kim with the dishes. Saying that he wanted to assist. At the very least, he could have a tasty meal. While Mrs. Kim and Yoshi cleaned out the table and attended to the dishes, Aunty pulled Doyoung to one corner, suspiciously whispering into his ear—
“Hey… I am concerned about how ‘perfect’ your fiancé is!” Doyoung was puzzled. “Huh? C'mon Aunty... He’s just a great catch! Nothing to worry about… Really!”
Unswayed, Aunty added. “I… I have this hunch…” She’s staring at the kitchen. “There must be something wrong with someone THAT perfect!”
Doyoung hugged his aunt, “You’re probably overthinking, Aunty…” kissing her forehead. “Well… I hope so, kiddo…” doubt present in her voice.
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The rest of the afternoon went by smoothly! Doyoung smiles from ear to ear, observing how much his mom loves Yoshi. His aunt is also falling for Yoshi's angelic charms fast… Her uncertainties are replaced with merriment as she and Yoshi skim through Doyoung’s baby pictures. Doyoung watched all three, bundled up, barefoot in the living room, all cozy and shit…
Nighttime came, and Yoshi aided the Kims in preparing dinner. Doyoung saw how Mrs. Kim pinched Yoshi’s cheeks countless times. The rich kid is on his best behavior, bewitching the crap out of Doyoung's family and being extra handy in the kitchen.
Moments later, the table is set.
After saying grace, Yoshi took the salad bowl instead of placing food on his plate… Mr. Perfect-Kanemoto served the ladies first! Drawing some giggles from the women. Aunty said, “Oh! What a gentleman…” drumming Yoshi’s arm. At that moment, they hear the front door unlock.
“Oh! Your dad and brother are here!” Mrs. Kim excitedly stood up. “Yippee…” Doyoung cynically uttered, fingers wobbling in the air.
“Hi, honey! Welcome home!” Mrs. Kim gave Mr. Kim a bear hug, humming. Mr. Kim returned this loving gesture, then his eyes fixated on the unfamiliar face in the room. “Hi ya there... Yoshi, right?”
Mr. Kim and Mrs. Kim approached the table.
“Yes, sir! It’s so wonderful to meet you finally!” extending his hand, expecting a handshake. Instead, Mr. Kim yanked him into a tender embrace. “Oh!” Yoshi blurted, all smiles, arms wrapped around the older gent.
He thought, “Wow… Doyoung’s dad smells so nice! Even if he spent the entire day out in the sun…” inching away, he admired Mr. Kim's attractiveness. “You look great, sir! What’s your skincare?” Yoshi jokingly commented. All laughed, then—
“What did I miss?” a deep masculine voice suddenly entered the festive space.
“Oh, Yoshi…” gesturing to the young man who just arrived, “this is my brilliant son, Junghwan! Son, come here and say ‘Hi’ to your brother’s fiancé!”
Yoshi examined Junghwan as he came closer. Wearing a pair of Nike Zoom Kobe 5’s, red basketball shorts, and a simple white tee, the fabric stretching around the almost-6-foot-lad’s toned chest. Admittedly, Yoshi lingered a bit at those scrumptious pecs.
“My eyes are up here…” Junghwan quipped, finger pointing at his face. Yoshi blushingly glanced up, “Yeah, sorry! Ha-ha… I’m Yo-Yoshi….”
~ For a moment, it seemed, time stood still. ~
Yoshi saw how Junghwan’s gaze shifted from his eyes to his lips and back up. With that deep adolescent voice, Hwan responded—
“Hello, Hyung” ✨
3 seconds of dead air… Yoshi answered:
“Hello… Junghwan” ✨
They snapped back to reality when Doyoung broke the silence. “Okay! Now that my fiancé knows everyone! Let’s go ahead and eat! I’m sure Dad is starving!”
All settled in their chairs.
Mr. Kim kept sharing stories of Junghwan's victories the entire dinner time! He can’t stop babbling about how talented and skillful their youngest is. Yoshi quickly picked up how proud Mr. Kim was, and everyone else at the table intently listened except for Doyoung.
After sharing that Junghwan scored the highest despite being tired at the ball game, Yoshi beamed at Mr. Kim. “It sounds like Junghwan is built for strenuous physical activities….” His sight wandered to the youngster, and he gulped when Junghwan stared into his soul while chewing his food slowly.
For over an hour, they ate dinner together; Yoshi caught Junghwan multiple times “eye-fucking” him... “Is he upset? angry?” Yoshi speculated, his eyes peeped back, and Junghwan still burned a hole into his head.
Instead of feeling uneasy, Yoshi began to feel something strange and oddly familiar in his pants. “Shit…" secretly palming a rising tent in his crotch. "... A-Am I getting turned on by this teenager? He’s not even doing anything!” Yoshi needs a distraction badly… Just at that time—
“So?! Who wants ice cream?” Everybody at the table raised their hand, yelling, “Me!!!” Mrs. Kim barely left her chair with a sweet smile till Yoshi cut in. “L-Let me get it for you!” he needed to remove himself from the situation.
“Oh, it’s okay, dear, I’ll get it….” In a hurry, Yoshi stood, insisting. “No, no, l-let me…” and made a beeline for the kitchen. Doyoung was puzzled about what had gotten into his boyfriend, then Mr. Kim grabbed his attention by asking. “Now that he’s out of the table… Tell us… What does Yoshi do for a living?” Aunty leaned in. “Yeah, no regular 23-year-old businessman could afford a Rolex Day-Date watch! Now, spill, kiddo!” Doyoung made an uncertain expression, his back against the wall.
Not invested in the topic, Junghwan wiped his mouth with a clean napkin and took this opportunity to leave the table.
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Amid the family interrogation, Yoshi found himself before a glass chest freezer. His “situation” is already under control, busy skimming through all the different frozen desserts. “Sheesh… This family MUST love ice cream,” he mumbled. Currently bent over, going through the nth flavor. Regretting not being able to ask what the Kims wanted…
Consumed he didn’t notice someone enter and was caught off-guard when he felt a sizeable bulge rub across the slit of his rump. As if he was triggered, a high-pitch moan instinctively escaped his lips— Yoshi quickly covered his mouth and pivoted around, eyes leveled with the young culprit who stood behind him.
Just staring at one another, “Shoot… What am I going to say? Should I try to explain…” The businessman’s train of thought dissolved when Junghwan leaned in, forcing Yoshi to prop back. His eyes were transfixed on the younger’s full lips. “Shit… No way out….” Losing options, Yoshi closed his eyes just as their lips ever so lightly brushed.
*a sound coming from the chest freezer’s tempered glass once it slid open*
Yoshi opens an eye and views below, where he sees Junghwan reach and grab a gallon of pistachio-flavored ice cream. “Fuck… So, he wasn’t about to kiss me!” Yoshi deliberates, all flushed. “I’m sorry… I thought…”
Junghwan shushes him with a finger on his lips, their bodies still pressed against each other. “It’s okay, hyung…” (a few seconds pass). The athletic lad started walking backward, still eye-fucking him…
In a low husky tone, the younger cooed. “You thought right….” Junghwan turns around, smirks, and treads out of the kitchen. That tingly feeling reawakened between Yoshi’s legs. He takes a hanky and wipes the sweat off his forehead.
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After dinner, everybody was busy cleaning up. Mrs. Kim reminds Doyoung that the two lovebirds will share a room with Junghwan since Doyoung’s room is under renovation. Yoshi was a bit surprised to hear that they won’t have privacy.
Mrs. Kim picked up on Yoshi’s expression and explained. “Sorry, Yoshi… This house has only 4 bedrooms. My husband and I invested more in real estate than building a big home….” Yoshi smilingly nods in understanding.
“You see, the law requires that we have at least 2 acres to ride horses… This is the reason behind all the extensive land you see in our backyard….”
“Yeah, Doyoung told me; you guys have a stable and everything….” Yoshi remarked.
Mrs. Kim: “Yes, we do! Say… When you come back, why don’t you ride with us? I’m sure you’ll love it!”
Hesitantly, Yoshi shared. “Thank you, ma'am… Truthfully, I have wanted to ride a horse since I was little. Sadly, my dad was against it, thinking that horses are dangerous…” A hand on her heart, Mrs. Kim was in shock. “Really? You have never ridden a horse before?!”
Yoshi shook his head, “Never…” taking a sip of water from a glass. Out of nowhere, Junghwan popped in, returning a flower centerpiece to the dining table, wittingly injected—
“Never? Then feel free to ride me anytime!” Yoshi spits out the water and coughs.
Junghwan added while Yoshi was coughing. "Besides, horses aren't that dangerous, especially if you know how to ride them..."
“Oh, Junghwan! Just when Yoshi is drinking!” Mrs. Kim hands Yoshi a clean napkin and clarifies. “Sorry, dear… Junghwan is joking! He was nicknamed 'The Stallion' for being the family's pride… And you know we all love horses!” nervously, ending with a chuckle.
“Hey, bro! Be careful with your jokes, man!” Doyoung gives his little brother that ‘piss-off’ look, then checks on Yoshi. The latter reassures his boyfriend that he’s fine and eyes Junghwan, appearing all cocksure.
To break the tension, Aunty hopped in. “Hey, now that you guys are here, why don’t you join me for some wine tasting?” Yoshi lights up. He LOVES drinking quality alcoholic beverages. “Sure, we would love to!”
Junghwan wants to join them; however, Doyoung stops him. “Leave these to the adults, and go prepare the room… Yoshi and I will sleep on your bed! You sleep on the floor, Mr. I 'm-still-a-minor!” Hearing this, Mrs. Kim tells Doyoung not to be insensitive toward Junghwan.
“It’s okay, Mom, big bro is right… I am still not allowed to drink….” Junghwan's light-brown eyes gleam at Yoshi’s, saying. “You guys can use my queen-sized bed, I’ll just set up a futon…”
“Thank you, Junghwan….” Yoshi gently smiles.
“No problem, hyung, I want you to have a ‘pleasurable’ first stay in our home...” Junghwan checks Yoshi out from foot to head, then leaves. Doyoung rolls his eyes. He knows that Junghwan is just playing Mr. Goodie Pants.
It worked since Mrs. Kim told Yoshi how sweet, thoughtful, and considerate Junghwan is.
While he listened, Yoshi’s chest ached, witnessing Junghwan disappear from his sight. There was a feeling about Junghwan that he could not pinpoint lingering within him.
His consciousness was pulled back when Aunty called him and Doyoung.
After hours of drinking and chatting, one bottle of wine turned into three, and three instantly turned into eight! Soon, Doyoung was pissed-drunk and could barely stand up.
Yoshi, on the other hand, was, well… He had a higher tolerance for alcohol. He was a bit drunk but still aware of his surroundings.
“Yoshi darling, you better bring Doyoung to Junghwan’s bedroom before he blacks out. Let’s call it a night! Ha-ha!” Aunty chuckles as Doyoung struggles to stay awake, blabbering slurred, incoherent stories.
Yoshi thanked Aunty for the wine-tasting sesh and wrapped Doyoung’s left arm over his shoulder. “Have a good night, you two!” Aunty takes all the empty bottles.
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The lovebirds zigzagged across the hallways, eventually reaching their destination. They enter the bedroom, and Yoshi sits Doyoung at the side of the mattress. He looks over and sees how far their bags are.
If he lets go, Doyoung might fall, face flat on the wooden flooring. He was calculating his options when the bathroom door opposite the bed swung open—
Junghwan walks out wearing a loose white tank top, revealing his athletic muscles, and a pair of tiny grey sweat shorts that are almost fitted around his sturdy legs. Though all these points look appealing to Yoshi, nothing would beat the low-hanging-FAT-cock print that jiggled while the strapping teenager walked… Which Yoshi is blatantly staring at?
All he could think of was, “Jesus… Just HOW MUCH of a stallion is this kid?” Junghwan smirks, watching Yoshi shamelessly gape at his clothed package.
“Hyung?” Yoshi whips his head up, acting like he was caught (well… He was!). “Y-Yeah?”
“Need a hand?” Junghwan motioned at his drunk brother. “Ah yeah, um… Please grab a fresh shirt from your brother’s bag over there. The green one…” The teen nods, takes a shirt, and chucks it. “Thanks!” Yoshi says, snatching it mid-air.
He replaced Doyoung’s top with clean clothing and gently tucked his boyfriend into bed. Junghwan lifted Doyoung’s lower half onto the mattress.
As they fluff the pillows and fix the sheets, Yoshi’s hand accidentally clasps Junghwan’s. Like in a BL drama, they slowly eyed each other, connected.
Yoshi rapidly noticed how massive Hwan’s VEINY hand was, compared to his, highlighting his delicate features even more. It has never affected Yoshi before this moment, unlike Doyoung, who has similar hand sizes.
When their eyes met, the younger saw how his hyung’s face turned crimson.
This burning connection was interrupted when Doyoung turned with a bit of a moan, repositioning himself. Yoshi sprang back, nervously muttering. “T-Thank you, Junghwan! Today has been a blast… G-Good night!” swiftly walked to the other side of the mattress, closed the bedside lamp, and shimmied into the blankets.
Junghwan cocks an eyebrow in amusement, smiles, and settles on the thick-cozy futon.
He glances at the bed, bites his lower lip, and whispers under his breath. “Today is not over yet, hyung….”
(See Chapter 2 for all the SMUTTY goodness>>>)