TSOTI – Chapter 5.2

Doyoung spat out the cock and caught his breath for a moment. Then, lips still glistening with saliva, he turned toward the right cock. Perhaps from watching him suck beside it, this one was already somewhat erect from the start. He grasped the swollen, hardened length and opened his mouth wide just like before, taking the glans inside.

It’s the same as before…

The glans filling his mouth were so similarly sized he couldn’t tell which belonged to whom. Doyoung sucked the stuffed head with wet sounds and began measuring length with his hand again, just as before. After moving similarly, his lips met his fingers once more. Apparently, the length was the same, too.

“I can’t tell like this.”

Doyoung mumbled around the cock in his mouth. The vibration in his throat transmitted to the shaft, drawing a low moan from its owner. He released the cock and paused in thought. Since this method wasn’t working, perhaps another way would help him judge.

To feel volume properly, putting it in his pussy would probably be better than just in his mouth. He’d be able to sense which cock was bigger by how fully it stretched and filled him.

“I’ll try putting it in my pussy and tell you again…”

Having made up his mind, Doyoung turned around. The cock was much higher than his own body, so he rose up on his toes, trying to guide it toward himself. As he struggled and grunted trying to fit it in, the owner kindly bent his knees and lowered himself. Only adjusting height—no hands at all. Feeling the owner’s indifference, Doyoung carefully reached back.

He finally caught hold of the cock that kept twitching and nudged the tip against the entrance of his pussy. Slowly, he began pushing the head inside, starting with the tip of the rigid shaft. He lifted his hips high and moved his body backward. The rounded head spread him open as it slid slowly inside.

“Ah!”

The sharp sensation of the cockhead stabbing deep made Doyoung cry out loudly. How hard it was, how it felt like something sharp was gouging him inside. Inserting such a massive cock on his own wasn’t easy, but Doyoung moved to gauge its volume and weight. He strained backward until the cockhead pressed his cervix and could go no deeper.

“Mmmng…… Here, it’s touching right here…….”

Doyoung stroked below his navel as he spoke. Unfortunately, even with the head against his cervix, a long stretch of shaft remained—too much to measure length this way. He’d put it in to feel volume anyway. Doyoung clenched his walls around it and moved on his own.

“Haa… it feels good… it fills me completely…”

Drool-slick, flushed lips moved lewdly. Doyoung squeezed his pussy like sucking with his mouth, enveloping and stroking the cock. Inside, he felt the heavy weight completely. Each backward tilt made the huge head slam deep, tears gathering at his eyes.

Familiar pain bloomed deep in his belly. But even that pain was meaningless before the rushing pleasure. The sensation of being pressed and crushed inside felt insanely good. So ecstatic it was unbearable—tears kept coming.

“It’s so big… mmm… it goes so deep… I can’t tell… I just know something heavy and huge is inside…”

His plan to measure volume by putting it in his pussy had backfired; Doyoung couldn’t tell anything. Still, thinking the other might feel different, he pulled out and shifted sideways.

“I’ll put this one in too.”

Doyoung inserted the left cock into his pussy again. It entered much faster than the first; Doyoung convulsed and bounced at the sudden thrust.

The second cock slid in far more smoothly, yet felt even heavier. Perhaps because his pussy had already been stretched once, swollen now from the previous insertion.

Doyoung slowly rolled his hips, savoring the thick rush of pleasure. The second cock tasted just as delicious—enough to make him forget the first.

“Mmm… what should I do… they’re both too big… too long and heavy… so I can’t tell…”

Both cocks far exceeded normal size anyway. If they’d been average, he might have distinguished, but comparing two that were already beyond standard was impossible.

“Mmm… I really don’t know… which one is bigger…”

Even while worrying, Doyoung kept rolling his hips because the cock inside tasted so good. The delicious shaft throbbed in his pussy; drool leaked steadily from his entrance. He had to determine who was bigger somehow, but sucking such a delicious cock made judgment impossible.

Doyoung reluctantly released it. He wanted nothing more than to keep sucking and devouring these cocks forever—but remembering the bet, he endured.

Instead, he squatted and grasped both cocks at once. Since taking them one by one didn’t work, he planned to suck both together.

“Haa… ah…”

Taking even one already filled his mouth; two was harder than expected. Forcing them in until his lips nearly tore, he struggled with both glans inside. Cheeks bulged as if stuffed with acorns, eyes blinking behind the blindfold.

But after a moment, he decided it was impossible and spat them back out. So instead, he held one in each hand and began sucking them alternately.

“Haa… mm… mmm…”

He almost forgot why he was sucking—the cocks in his mouth simply tasted too good. Doyoung buried his face in the shaft longer than his own face and slowly licked the surface still coated in his pussy juice. The saliva-wet cock smelled even more delicious. As his extended tongue dragged up the length, bulging veins stood out clearly.

His long tongue traced the veins that bulged along the shaft. Then he pushed one deep into his mouth, swallowing it all the way into his throat.

“Ugh—”

A gag rose instantly, making his body jerk, but he didn’t stop. He tightened his throat around the shaft, stimulating it.

“Mmm… ngh…”

After throat-fucking with his whole mouth, Doyoung pulled off. He shifted to the other cock and swallowed it the same way. The throbbing movement was vivid in his mouth. As if craving rougher play, the glans kept hitting his esophagus.

Doyoung kept gagging yet never stopped sucking. He swallowed deep, shook his head to fuck his throat, pulled off, licked again.

He gathered both cocks and rubbed them together with his tongue along the shafts. The cocks in his hands writhed wildly. Drool poured down on them. Facing such a lewd pussy, the cocks spurted pre-cum uncontrollably.

Doyoung stroked the shafts with his hands while rubbing the glans against his tongue. The flushed cocks couldn’t hold back and poured cum straight onto his tongue.

“Ngh!”

Grasping both spurting cocks, Doyoung received the cum on his face. The violent jerking splashed semen across his tongue, lips, cheeks—even the blindfold.

Showering in cum, Doyoung trembled happily. From his bare pussy, juice dripped steadily onto the yard. His pussy—jealous it could only receive with his mouth—twitched its lips, begging for food.

“Mmmng, ngh…….”

Having received both men’s cum entirely on his face, Doyoung moaned long. Though they had climaxed, he melted as if he himself had peaked.

Soon, a sweet voice came from beside his head.

“Pussy. Now, do you know whose cock is bigger?”

He knew whose voice it was, but couldn’t tell if the speaker stood left or right. They were pressed close together from gathering the cocks.

Doyoung—face lewdly covered in cum—pondered for a moment. He still couldn’t tell who was bigger; all he wanted was to devour these delicious cocks with his pussy.

“I don’t know… I really don’t know… they’re both just too big… I just want to eat cock… put them in my pussy and drink the cum…”

At his words, small laughter spilled out. Blindfolded, Doyoung lifted his head blankly toward them.

“Then which one do you like more? I’ll put in the one you want.”

At Seungwoo’s offer to insert, Doyoung reacted vulgarly with joy. Finally, he could take these delicious cocks inside his pussy and drink their cum. But first, he had to choose one. Ideally, both—but a bet was a bet; he had to pick.

“…Which one I like more…”

Doyoung recalled the sensation when each had been inside. Both were so perfect that the comparison felt meaningless, yet the second had felt slightly better. No particular reason. It just felt insanely good going in. The way it slammed quickly to his cervix had been so ecstatic that no other thought remained.

“I think the one on the left…”

Hearing Doyoung’s choice, one man laughed; the other sighed. Blindfolded and unaware of the situation, Doyoung heard Seungwoo’s soft voice.

“Pussy. Want to see whose cock you picked?”

Doyoung nodded. Soon, a hand touched his face and removed the cum-smeared blindfold.

Slide.

The veil lifted; vision brightened. Before his eyes were the two cocks he had held, heads lifted.

Doyoung slowly turned toward the left one. And the moment he raised his gaze.

“Ah…….”

He met eyes with the man looking down at him, smiling.

“Pussy. You liked mine more?”

It was Seungwoo. The owner of the cock Doyoung chose.

“Ah, what the hell. Redo it. Unfair. No way. This is too much.”

Seungbin grumbled sullenly. He’d been confident his cock wouldn’t lose anywhere, yet losing to Seungwoo clearly stung.

Doyoung—somehow embarrassed and shy—blushed and lowered his eyes. He’d simply chosen the cock he liked, yet it felt like he’d picked one of them over the other—awkward.

“Now pussy. Since you chose mine, I get the prize, right?”

Ignoring grumbling Seungbin, Seungwoo stepped forward. He spun Doyoung around and instantly plunged his cock into the pussy.

“Ngh!”

Doyoung—hips lifted, impaled on Seungwoo’s cock—gasped like a panting dog, hands flailing in the air. Beside them, Seungbin pouted, arms crossed. Still upset, he hadn’t let go of the phone. It was Doyoung’s last day—he couldn’t miss recording an event like this.

“Ah—! I love cock! I love cock!”

By now, Doyoung casually spewed filthy words whenever fucked. Today, too, he kept crying out for cock. But this time he wasn’t calling for just any cock. He wanted the one right beside him—Seungbin’s, who held the phone filming while stroking himself.

“Seungbin! Put yours in too! I want to eat yours with my mouth!”

At Doyoung’s words, Seungbin’s eyes sparkled. The earlier hurt melted away instantly. Of course—hyung loved his cock so much. Feeling proud, Seungbin hurried in front of Doyoung. Phone in one hand, he grabbed Doyoung’s head with the other.

“As expected, hyung only wants mine, right?”

“Yes, mmmng. Love Seungbin’s cock. Put it in quick.”

Seungbin—overjoyed—grasped his cock and shoved it into Doyoung’s mouth. Finally, Doyoung could devour the cock he’d waited so long for. And not just one—two, in two holes at once.

And so the bet ended. In the end, the winner wasn’t Seungwoo or Seungbin—it was Doyoung.

***

Past midnight, deep into early dawn. The three lay side by side on the wooden platform. After drinking and another round of intense sex, exhausted, they gazed at the sky to rest.

Though still late summer, the night air brushing skin carried quite a chill. Daytime heat lingered, but by the time the sun fully set, Banwoldo Island had quietly crossed into autumn’s threshold.

Doyoung lay on his back against the platform, breathing the heavy night air deeply. Alcohol still circulated faintly in his body, but the warmth quickly cooled against the crisp breeze. Not that he felt cold. The lingering echo of time spent on this island seemed to create a gentle warmth somewhere deep in his chest.

Above him, Banwoldo Island’s sky wore an entirely different expression from daytime. Deep indigo darkness studded with starlight like scattered scales; distant waves rolled in steady, quiet support beneath it all. Each passing breeze carried the sea’s salt scent, reminding Doyoung this was his last night on the island.

The memories of time spent here slowly unspooled before the beautiful island scenery. The reality of leaving, the days here, the new emotions that had seeped in. Eyes half-closed, Doyoung quietly regarded the dizzying intersection of all those feelings.

The coolness seeping from beneath the platform, alcohol’s lingering warmth, the depth of night created by waves and starlight. Everything blended strangely, imprinting Half-Moon Island’s night into his heart like an untouched ancient landscape.

“Hyung. Aren’t you cold?”

Seungbin worried about Doyoung—nearly naked compared to their clothed bodies. Doyoung—cheeks still faintly flushed from drink—answered softly.

“No, I’m fine.”

“Don’t say that—pillow on my arm. It’ll be warmer.”

Seungbin extended his arm; Doyoung rested his head on it. Still worried he might be cold, Seungbin turned and wrapped him warmly. Thump thump. As always, pressed chest to chest, he felt the rapid heartbeat. Knowing tomorrow was truly the end made their hearts ache, honestly.

“Hyung.”

“Yeah.

“In just a few hours… you’re really leaving.”