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Myeong-il was almost of legal age, there was 5 months left until he turned 18 when he signed up to become a boy toy for another man. His grandma's income alone wasn't enough to support all of them and gambling was too unstable of a job to be long-term. Maybe he should have stayed away from this route on his way home, maybe he should have stuck to his old ways of gambling for the love of the game and using his family as an excuse to gamble more, maybe he should have listened to the warnings inside his head... but the reward was too grand to be ignored. Myeong-il was down to do all kind of odd jobs to get money as long as they paid well and he worked little hours, but those kind of jobs either come with a big risk or need post-secondary level educations.
He dropped out in his high school years and was a mere middle school graduate—he couldn't even spell properly for god's sake—there wasn't many jobs that he could apply to for a stable income. His grandma always say starting a business would be the most successful way of gaining wealth and building a name for yourself, but Myeong-il knew she was just talking about her own dreams. If Myeong-il had the money, he would support his grandma in her dreams, but for now, all he could worry about was their next meal.
Fortunately for him, an opportunity presented itself rather soon.
While out gambling with his friends one night, he met this new uncle who was a friend of his friends. He was tall, intimidating, smoked constantly, and had a small beer belly. While slipping through murky casinos that never squinted too closely at his fake IDs, he's always encountered many strange people in his career of being a gambler—crackheads, criminals, and other addicted gamblers like him. This man was different, he was a total beginner but was willing to make wild bets that never amounted to any success. On the opposite side, Myeong-il was wringing this man dry for every single won in his pockets. He sat like he was backed up by powerful people, calm and collected, but Myeong-il was never afraid of scary looking uncles in a game of gamble—he was confident he could beat them because luck was always on his side. Throughout his life, he had many lucky successes when it came to gambling—almost as if fate was trying to reconcile with him for his parents' tragic deaths that happened so fast.
But even though that man managed to fit into the group without issue, he couldn't help but feel the man's gaze leer over him—at him, specifically. His eyes scanned like he was looking over a prize that was Myeong-il's body and making goose bump prick all over his arms. He shivered and steeled himself—if this was a new way of gaining an upper hand, then he won't let that man win, even if he was practically checking him out from top to bottom.
In the end, he's not surprised he won. No matter how scary he looked, he was still a newbie at the end of the day. He knew he had the best cards and his poker face was trained to be unbreakable. But what really surprised him was the fact that the man later came up to him while he was walking home alone—he instantly steeled himself to make a run for it in case he wanted his money back through physical assault—but instead, he offered him a job.
He approached him for his big boss, a man who was looking for a part-time boy toy to take his frustrations on and he thought that Myeong-il fit his boss's tastes. Myeong-il's eyes widened in surprise, Damn, I know I'm attractive, but shit… He thought to himself. I'm not even looking my best today!
"Why me? Is this a scam?" He hesitantly asked, which made that man chuckle. "What's so funny?"
"Thought you'd be smarter than to ask that. Plus, I'm just offering the job, whether you choose to take it is completely up to you—of course, as long as you're attractive to him." His voice is deep and raspy, probably from that cigarette that's always in his mouth. "If you're interested, let's exchange numbers. I'll send you the address for an interview."
Myeong-il blinks and looks down, he is wearing in an old t-shirt that has faded colours and cargo shorts that had stains of his spilled tteobokki sauce, and wondered to himself exactly which part of him seemed even the slightest bit attractive to him. He reeks of poverty. From when he attended school, everyone would have been divided in social hierarchy depending on their parent's wealth... and of course, he got categorised into the lowest level. If it weren't for the fact that his face was pretty cute, he's sure that those Noonas wouldn't even have wanted to mess around with him. He licks his lips and hesitantly spoke, "wait, what exactly would I be doing? You know… as a boytoy."
"You've never heard of that term? It's like a sex toy. You're just fucking around with my boss." He says as he take a drag of his cigarette, rudely spitting the smoke in his face that makes him cough. He must be testing his limits. "So what'd ya say?"
"Uh… how much would I be making, exactly?"
The man rolled his eyes, not pondering for long. "Shit, I dunno—probably around 2 million won a month?" Myeong-il didn't expect much, for a dirty job like that, he was lucky to even be able to make 1 million a month. When he heard that number alone made Myeong-il's jaw drop. He knows it's not a big number, he made more than that once or twice before in a single night of gambling, but being able to make that much monthly would being a great financial support to him! And if that wasn't enough, the man added on, "Maybe if you do a good job he'll raise it to 3 million? My boss is generous but only if you preform well."
After listening to that, he was basically sold. Having a stable income would do wonders for his family. He could afford the expensive kind of baby formula for his baby brother and send Myeongyoo to school with a new backpack and shoes! Just thinking of that monthly income alone opened so many possibilities in his mind.
"Is this a long-term contract? How many hours would I be working then?"
"You gotta ask my boss, man. I only recruit, I don't negotiate shit." He uttered while taking another long draw from his cig. "So contacts or nah?" He pulled out his phone and waved it in front of Myeong-il's face.
"I'm interested."
As Myeong-il's hand reached out for the phone, the man spoke again. "Oh yeah, just to make sure, you're legal right?"
The hand that was reaching out froze for a mere second but went unnoticed by the man and made contact with the device. "Of course, man. A child doesn't have gambling skills like mine." He mustered up everything to give a confident smile to convince him. He needed this job badly and he has had lots of experience when it comes to sex with others. Essentially every Noona that came up to him and asked him out. He didn't really have a type, he was fine with whatever as long as it meant that he was getting laid and it could take his mind off of reality.
It didn't seem like the man dwells too much on it because the phone slipped into his hands pretty easily. "That’s good. Just come in your casual outfit, write a simple resume and send it over text, oh, and bring your IDs to the interview."
So that's why he didn’t care whether Myeong-il was lying or not. Damn, now he needs to get a fake ID, but that isn't too much of a hassle. He knows someone who was involved with making fake IDs. Because they were fake IDs, they were deteriorating form frequent use, and to secure his job, he's willing to spend a pretty penny for it. Could they get it done before the interview though? Maybe he'll need to pay some extra money. He deems it to be a worthy investment, he needed a fake ID for buying booze and entering into casinos regardless.
"Gotcha. I'll be there!" He gave a smile of gratitude to the man, making that guy certain that he'll be chosen. His boss has always had a knack for breaking down happy-go-lucky bastards. But he won't tell him that.
And with that, they parted ways. The job opportunity was too good to throw away and he wasn't a fool by any means. His family needed the money, and there's no way he'll work more than 3 days a week, considering the fact that he's never met anyone who had that strong of a libido. On the way back, he couldn't help but hum to himself, nearly skipping home. Suddenly, that 300,000 won in his pockets didn't seem too tempting anymore.
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Xxx: remember dress casual and bring your ids
Xxx: just a quick interview to get to know you
Myeong-il: voice message (I'm almost there! I made sure to bring everything!)
Xxx: good. i'm waiting outside the office for you
Xxx: you'll see me
Myeong-il: voice message (Ah, Hyung! I'm right behind you!!)
"Just sit here while my boss interviews the others." The same man instructs, gesturing over to the black leather bench seats against the office wall. There was one guy sitting there, and he was pretty lanky, decently looking, and taller than Myeong-il. He couldn't help but wonder how many candidates there were for this job. Damn, guess they're all interested in the money! He couldn't help but feel a sense of rivalry despite likely being in a similar boat as them—all of them needed this job to change their lives.
Suddenly, a man that was around his height left the office without looking at anyone. Myeong-il thinks that if he was leaving, then he'd at least check out the other candidates and weight his chances (well, he means, he would definitely do that). But it's not like Myeong-il would know... this was his first interview. He hasn't worked a single day in his life because of his sibling's extremely young ages. The lanky man in front of him stood up and went inside without sparing him a glance. Guess he's the last candidate for the job.
Hopefully the boss doesn’t want anything too weird. He's heard about people being into cutting and piss, and honestly, he's really not up for either of that during sex.
After waiting for a good 10 minutes outside the office, that guy left and Myeong-il finally met the boss in person. He was tall, short-haired, one mole above his left eyebrow and two more below his right eye. He was almost 2 meters tall—crazy fucking genes—and had tanned skin with brown, slick back hair. He's probably racially mixed or something similar, there's no way he's a full Korean. Upon sitting down in his seat, the boss looked up from his paper resume.
"Myeong-il?" The boss questioningly asked, to which, he nodded. If he said he wasn't nervous, then he'd be fucking lying because his heart was racing inside his chest. This boss man is no joke!! He's intimidating as hell! "Middle school graduate, aged 19…" A little young, but legal. The boss thought before continuing, "what have you been doing for the past 5 years? Assuming you stopped going to school at 14."
"I'm a high school dropout… I went for a year or so, and uh… just, you know, gambling and taking care of my siblings." He was slouching—he knows, but he doesn't want to fix it now, so he resorts to fidgeting with his fingers. "I need the money—"
"For gambling?" The boss nearly hisses out, clearly annoyed at the thought of gamblers and Myeong-il wonders if that word just triggered him or if he was short-tempered.
"No! For my siblings. My parents died in an accident and left me with my two little siblings. One's still nearly an infant... I need a job to provide for them and my grandma." Hearing that, the boss sighs and sets his resume onto the table. "The other's in elementary… Even if it's free up until high school, I still need the money for her school supplies a-and food…"
Hearing that, the boss man sighs deeply and leans back. He looks at him like he's some fool that's on the verge of making the wrong choice. "You're a little young, you do know that I'm 27 now, right?" So he's exactly 10 years older than me… Myeong-il thought, wondering if the boss would believe that he was 19 when he looked a little younger than that. Shit, he should have said he was 18! This boss guy is pretty old, but the thing about older men was that they're more financially stable and could provide for you—which is essentially this job. "A young man like you should find work at a more reputable place than this. Build some work experience, meet some new people, save up some money and finish school."
Myeong-il looked away in shame, not sure how to feel about advice from someone trying to hire a boy toy. "I can't. They paid too less and I needed to work too many hours. I don't have time to take care of my siblings."
"…you fine with toys?"
He asked that so suddenly, Myeong-il couldn't catch it. "Huh?"
"Sex toys. They'll be used on you in this job. You good with that?" He questioned, to which, Myeong-il quickly nodded. He's seen them in pornos and they didn't look too bad. "What's the largest size you used?"
Now this was another question that stumped Myeong-il. Thinking quickly, he means largest size as in… dick size?! He hasn't even slept with a man—only women—so he needs make something up on the spot. "About 5—uh, inches…" The average dick size. There should be nothing wrong with his answer.
Luckily, the boss glazed over it. "Do you have any STDs? There's no use lying by the way, tests will be conducted." He asks despite knowing that Dong-sook would have already started on some testing with his DNA. He'll just have to wait for the results.
So that's why that man wanted my urine and blood sample… I thought he was just a freak! Myeong-il blurts out, "Absolutely not!" Although he's been with many Noonas, he'd made sure to use condoms to prevent the STDs and unwanted pregnancies. He's never been more grateful for his young decisions.
"Good. We'll be doing it raw so I want a clean man." How easily he says it brings flames to Myeong-il's face. He speaks of it like he's talking about the damn weather! Myeong-il thinks.
"Let me see your IDs." He commands and Myeong-il nearly leaps out of his chair to hand him the IDs, frantically fumbling through his pockets for them out of nervousness. "I will also be engineering your body to become hyper-sensitive. That may or may not include removing a small part of your nipples." The documents nearly slip out of his hands from shock. The sudden strange words forces the cogs to stop turning in Myeong-il's mind as he stares, dumbfounded.
"Ah… okay." Engineering? Why does he have to say it like that…?
"You're cute so I'll give you a chance. If you're fine with these conditions we can start negotiating salary." He says as he takes the documents with little trouble, letting Myeong-il process the information alone. He takes a few seconds, almost blurting out hell no, when his mind trails back to the possibility of earning more than 2 million a month, and in the end, he caves. A few nicks to his body isn't that bad considering the wage. Think about your family after this job, Myeong-il! You could buy grandma new clothes and buy those popular candies sold at convenience stores! So grandma doesn't have to go out morning until night, working that job of hers...
"Y-yes! That's okay!" He says it a little too excitedly, all the while, the boss gazes through the documents briefly before writing them down into the papers. He prays that the man doesn't look too hard at it and discover subtle discrepancies. Since Myeong-il hasn't had a proper job before, he could only assume that he was close to getting hired. "About the job… how long would I be working per week? And would this be a long term job? As you know I need to care for my siblings."
"I can't say for certain how long, that all depends on if I'm in the mood. And as for the contract, I can extend it if you're doing a good job satisfying all my needs. Some things will be kinkier than the last if I'm getting bored. Exhibitionism is a big one."
Exhibitionism? What in the world is that…? Whatever, sounds pretty niche. Myeong-il thought before moving on. "So, for my salary, I heard that it would be around 2 million per month. I was thinking more 3 million—"
The boss laughs upon hearing that but doesn't look up from what he's writing. "For 3 million you better be some skilled whore. I don't give out my money for free."
It sounds like he's mocking Myeong-il, but he doesn't think of it that way. There's room for negotiation. Myeong-il instantly thought, seizing up the opportunity. It's clear that with the way he worded it, he was willing to offer the 3 million won if Myeong-il could prove his skills.
"I could demonstrate!" He exclaims, playing with the hem of his shirt. "But uh, of course—not free either."
The boss raised an eyebrow, finally looking up at Myeong-il, clearly interested, before digging into his pocket and slapping a crisp 100,000 won onto the table. That is exactly 1/3 of what he earned that night! "Just a test trial. Show me what you can do."
Myeong-il thickly swallowed, he knew he needed to impress him for this opportunity that would inevitably end up changing his life. His breath shortened as he watched the boss lean back into the couch, silently inviting for Myeong-il to slide in between his legs. His eyes lingered on his crotch, a little too long, finding it absurd how easily he got access to another man's intimate area, red blush finding its way to his face but he pressed on. Fuck, even though he's been with many girls, he was still so inexperienced in the end.
Doesn't matter. He'll just need to fake it until he makes it.
He walks over to the boss, right in between the desk and him before dropping down into his knees. The space was tight and narrow, forcing him to invade into the boss's comfort zone. This was his first time between a guy's leg rather than a girl's, and he's eaten pussy before so it shouldn’t be too different in terms of foreplay… although he's not down to kiss some guy's lips—much less some guy he just met a couple of minutes ago—so he resorted to leaving little pecks on his abs, tongue trailing down to his jeans, finding it surprising that he was hairless.
He forces himself to think solely on the 2-3 million won a month. It's hard to get a part-time job that pays so well unless he has a good post-secondary bachelors and relevant work experience. The more he thinks about it, the better the deal seems. And the better the deal seems, the harder he works to please the boss man.
Myeong-il frees him of the boss's constrains by unbuckling his belt. He could feel the man's muscles through his pants, strong and firm, and his crotch was so warm, radiating comforting heat against his cold fingers. He doesn't dare look up at the boss because he knows that the boss is staring down at him with a smirk. He could feel his gaze on the top of his head like a heated beam of sunlight, intently watching his every move like a venomous predator waiting for its prey to slip up.
Myeong-il has to ignore the embarrassment he feels when he manages to unbutton the boss' jeans and kisses the man's dick underneath his boxers, pressing his lips against the cotton cloth and blinking in surprise when he feels something circular, small, and hard. Reducing it to his mind playing tricks on him, he continues onwards licking against him—and then realising that he was much bigger than 5-inches. He was at least 7 inches total, if not, then even bigger. That's way over the average man. At first, he didn't fully understand the severity of the length, and only did he pull the underwear down, did he suddenly realise the situation he was in. He freed enough to expose his cock that had small beaded pearling underneath the skin. It looked like a strange cucumber. Myeong-il physically flinched at the sight of it, staring up at his boss dumbfound as if he's demanding for an explanation—because he was. This wasn't mentioned in the slightest.
"What? You've never heard of pearling?" The boss asks while teasingly raising one of his eyebrows. "Just continue, you're doing good."
"S-sure…" Myeong-il mutters as he experimentally gives it a stroke—his actions seem too clumsy and unfamiliar, making the boss begin to believe that he was actually new to this. Being successful in this line of work for long required him to develop a high sense of perceptiveness, and the boss could tell that Myeong-il most likely was faking his supposed skills, but he doesn't mind giving him a chance to prove himself. As long as it feels good.
Now all he could do was worry for his ass. The length of this man's dick is frightening, he's terrified it may split him apart or render him immobilised. Throwing the thoughts to the back of his mind, he chooses to focus on the dick at hand. Myeong-il takes some time to get used to the feeling of the beads that felt hard against his palm—almost ticklish and sends tingles down his sensitive palm. The strange texture when he strokes his cock gets confused and strangely aroused, although he can't determine the exact source of his arousal, so he swallows his mixed emotions and they settle in his guts.
He knew how important this job was to him and his family, if he had to throw away his dignity for his family's future then so be it, so long as this is kept in the dark.
The boss's scent was so strong, he was making him so dizzy. He peeled back the foreskin and kisses the sensitive tip, remembering how it drove him crazy when those girls did it. He wishes that he paid more attention to how they did it though…
He stuck his tongue out and stroked his crazy long cock against his tongue, never fully connecting while his meek eyes looks up at the boss almost pleadingly as his cock was mere millimetres away from his mouth. If there was something that he knew, the teasing and building up would just drive any one crazy. So he stroked him down, running his hand down to the base and giving it a few successful pumps, trying to get used to the size while he was so close to swallowing his cock, but never giving in.
The boss could feel the heat of his breath against his cock, alluding him to think of how warm it would be when Myeong-il finally encases it with his mouth with his soft lips and hot tongue. He's clearly trying to put up a show and he has to applaud for his efforts. The look on that man's face is authoritative, eyes looking down and watching the show. "You're testing my patience, aren't you?" He asks Myeong-il but doesn't receive a response. He just laughed. Never confirming or denying his assumption, but this little laugh gave the boss a clue. Through the process of stroking him down, he felt his boss become physically hard in his hands. It's a strange feeling, really. He was so hard that Myeong-il could read each vein like a river on a map. He didn't want to tease him for too long—that would kill his chances and figuring out the balance was key.
He looked back down and finally licked against his cock, planting kisses against the shaft and wetting it, deciding it'd be better than trying to shove the dick in his mouth dry. The disgustingly erotic noises he makes when he sucks against the pearls brings embarrassment to his face that turns it hot to the touch. Throughout his attempt at wetting his dick, the boss doesn't lose his business smile, watching intently at the man's cute baby face as he wets from the tip down to the base with his tongue. There was some kind of amusement of watching an amateur try their absolute hardest to please someone else—it was so amusing that he almost begun feeling pity for him.
Myeong-il sloppily slurps at the wet tip that's mixed with both his precum and spit before moving down to plant wet kisses at the base of his cock, dragging his tongue against the pearls and offering short pumps at the tip.
The boss hisses a sigh and his cock twitches, giving Myeong-il the signal that he was doing well. The reassurance in his skills made him relax. Even though he's much older and definitely had more experience in sex, he was still a man at the end of the day. His silence through the first minute made Myeong-il doubt himself and his efforts.
The taste of another man on his tongue while he slurps at the base is strange yet not as horrible as he thought it'd be. Maybe he'll be able survive through this job after all.
From his previous experience with those Noonas, he finds comfort knowing that this blowjob isn't going too horribly. He's learned all of the best spots from them, even if they were a little bitchy with the breakup in the end. Plus, this is basically all he's done in his middle school years. Albeit a bit young to be fooling around with girls, his experience turned out to be useful later on in his life.
"Are you fweeling gwood?" Myeong-il asks through licking the base to make sure, trailing his tongue up to the tip with a kind of tipsy look that would get anyone's cock hard. His boss was no exception. Although Myeong-il started off on the wrong foot, it seems that he wasn't half bad. At first when he witnessed how he handled his cock, he hesitated because of that look on his face—like he was stumbling through uncharted territory—but when Myeong-il started to get the hang of it, the boss relaxed back into his seat. The techniques he used were decent but executed amateurishly, but what really got his cock hard was the waves of expression his face morphed into. From fear, to confusion, to this relaxed, half-lidded look with blush on his cheeks. He couldn't wait to see what other expressions he had in store for him once he got him in the sheets.
"Yeah. You're doing fine." The boss mutters, deciding to just give him some reassurance instead of criticism, resting his chin on his right hand as he used the other to run through the man's hair. He would look better with his hair dyed. He thought. Should I make him dye his hair…?
Fine. The word rings in Myeong-il's mind. He wasn't happy with just a mere "fine". He wanted to be told he was doing good, if not, then amazing. Just being good wouldn't get him the job, but being exceptional would etch him into this boss's mind forever. He finally pretended to be one of those Noonas and shoved the cock in his mouth—as much as he could, anyways. It's difficult to keep his teeth from grazing against it as it goes deep enough to hit the back of his mouth and there's the end of that. It's so deep inside that it was triggering his gag reflex and his face is all red from what the boss could only guess to be embarrassment. Damn, he wanted a better praise huh? The boss thought, easily reading his thoughts. Myeong-il is really trying his best, shoving his cock deep into his mouth as much as he could but he can't help it that he's still incredibly new at this. He's careful not to put it in too far that it makes him gag or have it graze it against his teeth, but the texture of the pearls against his tongue are making it difficult.
He looks pretty cute with his mouth stuff full of cock. The boss thinks, pushing his bangs back and gently brushing the back of his fingers against his untainted skin. He wonders how Myeong-il would look with his cum on his face but he knows it's a sight that would come after. "Let your jaw go slack. Just relax." His hand then falls down and slides against the bump that his protruding cock head creates, rubbing against the wall of his cheek. So hot. Would it also create a bump in his stomach once it's fully inside? He thinks while licking his lips.
Myeong-il has those teary, pleading eyes as he bobs his head, whether it was intentional or not, it looks pretty darn hot when in this position; mouth full of his cock, one hand gripping the base and the other stroking it, tongue working against the sensitive tip… damn it, he wants to mouth-fuck this guy already and see that glazed over look that most men have.
Myeong-il really needs this job, doesn't he? That's why he's working so hard. The boss initially thought that this guy was a gambler who needed money for betting—like one of the previous candidates that Dong-sook brought in, but perhaps he really was telling the truth about taking care of his young siblings and what-not.
He breaks free with a pop, eyes reconnecting with his, "is this 'nough?" He asks, gaze low and seductive, dragging his tongue against the shaft and up to the tip. Even if his blowjob was amateurish, he certainly puts up a good show. "You probably can't get off from a 'lowjob 'nyways…" The sounds he makes when he's sucking against the pearls is a truly tasty sound indeed. The boss grins devilishly, watching his soft, glossy lips that glistened from saliva pressed against his tip—he could almost imagine how they would taste, feel like cotton and taste like candy—despite the fact that he made a decision to not get tied with sex-toys. He wanted to keep this as string-free as possible, which is one of the reasons why he wanted to hire men instead since they couldn't get pregnant.
He licks his own lips at the fantasy regardless.
"Just a little more." The boss reassures, feeling his own orgasm boiling low in his gut like a fiery hot ball of lust. Myeong-il was right, he couldn't cum from just a simple blowjob alone anymore, but watching his cute little face work so hard on his cock was an enticing sight that he's never seen before. He wants to see what kind of face he'd be making once he gets him pinned down onto the bed.
The little noises that the boss makes is fucking with Myeong-il's head. It's short, ragged, and goes straight to his dick despite how hard he fights against it. Every time he swallows around it, the boss releases either a sigh or a grunt and his cock twitches. Does the low pulse in his gut mean he's attracted to him? The man's undeniably handsome, Myeong-il has no choice but to agree. He bets that this man would have no issue attracting all sorts of admirers, but why he chose to have Dong-sook to seek out people instead is beyond him.
This is just a work relationship, nothing more. Myeong-il closes his eyes to clear his mind. Romantic relationships never worked out for me in the past anyways, so what's the point?
Myeong-il can feel the boss's cock jolt very faintly, encouraging him to continue with his mouth, and so, he does without question. The mess of saliva and pre tasted strange on his tongue, a little bitter but he's used to it by now. He laps the mixture up in his mouth and hums, knowing damn well that it sent good vibrations up to his boss that edges him closer to completion. To finally help him finish off, Myeong-il decides to deep-throat as much as he could into his mouth and begins stroking the rest quickly with his hands, knowing that this technique always sent him over the edge and without failure, he heard the boss let out more little grunts, the hand tightening on his hair enough for him to feel a little bit of stinging as his head's yanked forward. Myeong-il's eyes widen in surprise and the boss ends up cumming into his mouth.
The groan that slipped out of the boss's mouth sends tingles down to his abdomen. Myeong-il's body was tensed, unable to breathe, and the grip on his hair forced him to still as the semen is pumped down his throat in thick globs. He knew that lots of men liked to see women swallow it so he instinctively did the same—he didn't really have a choice here—hoping to make a lasting impression on him as the grip was finally loosened.
Myeong-il's first reaction was to cough and pant for air, crystal droplets of tears rolling hot down his cheek as his world blurring from the lack of oxygen in his system. "You didn't have to swallow it." He could faintly hear the boss say, finally dragging him back to reality. His both his jaw and throat was aching from the size of that cock but he knew it would be nothing compared to working a 9-5 every day for minimum wage.
The boss watches as Myeong-il begin licking off the rest of the translucent, sticky substance remaining on his cock. Does he still want more? He mused but doesn't ask. Cute.
He hisses a sigh, physically relaxing into his seat as Myeong-il finish up the post-orgasm work by cleaning his cock with that pliant tongue of his. Does he know how hot this looks? "You know a thing or two." He says, glancing at his watch. Only 15 minutes have passed since he entered this room. He cursed in his mind because he would have hired him on the spot and fucked him against the desk in his office, but unfortunately, he had some plans after this. He quickly tucks himself back in his underwear and secures his jeans. "You did well. Take your hard-earned money. With your performance, I can only go with 2.5 million won but more can be negotiated as you learn. I'll have Dong-sook contact you with a reply very soon. Wait for his message."
Myeong-il gets up from his tingling legs, licking his own lips tentatively as if he was reminiscing the taste, and the boss couldn't tell whether he was faking it or not but it sure made him smile out of amusement. "Thank you sir." Myeong-il briefly smiles as he swipes the bill off the desk along with his IDs, and hurriedly rushes out as if he's trying to flee.
Just before he makes it out the door, "Myeong-il," The boss calls out and makes him stop dead in his tracks, turning his head over just enough to see the boss's casual smile, like he knows they'd be seeing each other again. "My name's Jingi, but you should call me Hyung. I'm older than you."
"Okay, Hyung.” He says before the door slams close.
Why's his face so red? Jingi wonders as he looks over Myeong-il's resume once again. 19, high-school dropout, has 2 siblings, and can only work weekdays to save the weekend for his siblings… just how much of this guy can I trust? Many gamblers are good liars.
Tossing the sheet of paper onto the desk, he sinks into the couch and sighs. His gaze wanders the ceiling with little thought in his mind. He dreaded meeting his Uncle and his friends, but he needed to be on good terms for both money and power.
Myeong-il on the other hand, briefly bids the man—that he now knows as Dong-sook—goodbye before practically running off like a frightened man. That man gave him a confused look and briefly wonders to himself if Jingi tried to force himself onto him, but that didn't make any sense because Jingi could have just had him sign the contract voluntarily. He probably regretted signing up for this, huh? He doesn't care to dwell on it as resumes his smoking.
Outside, in a quieter alley, Myeong-il was frantically gasping for air. The clear bulge in his pants spoke so loudly of his clear arousal and shame forced him to flee from that place. He only intended to suck Jingi off, not get hard from it! Maybe he's not fully straight as he appears to have thought, but he never thought he'd get so bricked from sucking another guy's dick alone.
But he knew he can't be sitting here regretting his decision. It was nearly time Myeongyoo to get out from school, he needed to go pick her up. Sighing, he stayed in that alleyway for 15 minutes to both clear his mind and wait for his boner to die. He tried thinking about dinner tonight, the future, or any other odd jobs he could do for some spare cash, but ended up getting flashbacks of Jingi's amused smile. The way his eyes looked down at him, the sensation of his hand in his hair, the smell of him was almost etched into his mind and he hated how a small side of him was looking forward to meeting him again.
I must be looking forward to the money. Yeah, that's probably it. He internally dismisses those thoughts.
When he went to go pick up Myeongyoo, he bought a pack of mint gum to get rid of the smell of Jingi before greeting her by the school gates since she's the only one old enough to go to school. "Oppa!" At this age, Myeongyoo doesn't have a full grasp on what's right or wrong. She doesn’t see all the money he's spent on gambling, but she sees that he's always there when she gets out of school. "Hold my hand!" She has her shoulder length hair up in two pig tails and still retained some baby fat on her face. Myeong-il fights the urge to pinch it. "I want to eat pork tonight!"
He takes her backpack from her that’s filled with a couple of paper, crayons and pencils, and her empty lunch bag, and slings it over his shoulder. "Pork… I don't think we have any left over." He mutters as she whines.
"I want pork! I miss eating pork…"
Myeong-il's fingers brushes against the leftover money from the blowjob that rested in his pocket and smiles with a sigh, if there was something that he couldn't stand, it'd have to be his younger sister's whining and those cute puppy eyes. "I'll go buy some tomorrow morning, how about that?"
"Yay! Oppa, you're the best!" She cheered and gave him a big hug. "I missed you at school!"
He bought her some convenience store candies that she's never tried before and walked her home. Myeonghoon was being watched over by his neighbours, but he knows that he couldn't rely on them all the time to keep his younger brother safe. His grandma worked until late every night, so he needed to make dinner tonight. Maybe some simple cabbage in soup? The two were growing children so they need to eat a balanced diet, their bodies can't properly develop off of soups and vegetables. He needed to buy some meat tomorrow morning when the stalls open but he hated bargaining with those old ladies.
Gripping the remaining money in his pocket, he can't help but hope he'll get the job, but if not, perhaps Jingi could recommend him some others who needed a boy toy. He really needed it. For both himself and his family.