1. the babysitter

"hey, we are back. was she a good girl? here is your money"

kook stood up and greeted the parents of his babysitting kid. "she was a good girl. slept at sharp 7 pm. she ate also her veggies" he smiled at them. the mother grimaced and without a word walked away to the kitchen. the dad sighed and nodged the boy. "come lets go. i ll drive u" "oh, but i can..." "no, lets go"

they drove in silence, kook could sense, that mr. kim was brooding about something. his expression was serious, he gnawed on his lip. shyly kook looked at him. "are... u alright, mr. kim?" mr. kim looked fastly at him, then back to the road. he sighed and nodded, showed a small smile. "yeah....sorry. did i made u uncomfortable?" kook shook his head. "nope" mr. kim let out a chuckle. "how old are u now, kookie?" "17" "17...hu?! nice age. let me tell u something very important: never marry your first love, never marry young. make your way first, travel, study, work, enjoy life. its all over, when u are glued to another person. and please, please, always use condoms. u really dont wanna be a young father" kook looked shocked at him. "u ... hate your daughter?" "no no no. i love her to death, but.... i would rather had her later in life, than so young. i missed a lot in my youth and regret it" "oh... and by the way, there will be no pregnant girl ever on my side." "whys that?" "i am not into girls" mr. kim looked again at his face, back on the road. kook could see his brain working.

"oh...u are gay" he looked happy, that he figured it out. kook laughed out. "yeah" "since when u know that?" kook shrugged "dont know... since i can tell whats a girl and whats a boy, i think. so very early" "u have a boyfriend?" kook shook his head. "nope. i had one, but we broke it off" "oh...sorry" "thanks, but its okay. he didnt know what he liked more" "huh?" "dicks or pussy" joon looked wide eyed at kook at those words, but bursted out in laughter after. "language! i hope u are not saying such words with my daughter near" "of course not" "is it normal?" "what?" "for u, talking dirty" "if u mean on a normal day, not so much, in bed, yeah, a lot" joon laughed again. "u remind me how i was" "u are not anymore?" "no. i am married, the pink clouds are gone and its more dull. unfortunatly" "oh, do u mean, u have low tide in bed?" "u can say that" "since when?" "since my daughter is born" "what?! she is.... almost 5!" "see, i told her that too. its ridicioulus, but she always said, that the birth was so painfull and sex hurt her. she was so much fun, before she got pregnant. i suggested therapy for her, but she refused. in her head, we never should have sex ever again. and one child is enough" mr. kim looked frustrated, really frustrated.

"are u cheating?" "no. i thought about it, or a divorce, but... i dont know" "so what are u doing about it? jerking off to porn?!" "very much so" "outch. wow.... i am sorry for u" mr. kim huffed amused. "u pitty me? dont. i will figure out, what i should do" kook knew he was talking more to himself, than to him.

they were near kooks home. just a few streets away. the night was silent. not really a lot cars on the street. kook made a quick plan. he leaned over to mr. kim and touched the crotch. mr. kim flinshed. "what u are doing?" "go the road there up and stop the car" kooks voice was lower and seductive. mr. kim felt goosebumps. he turned the car left, entered the dark narrow road into a small forrest and stopped the car. kooks hand was busy with stroking, made the target hard in seconds. *he really is frustrated* kook thought.

with confidence, kook pulled the zipper down, opened the button, pulled the poor dick out and freed himself from the seatbelt, leaned further and down. without hesitation, he shoved the whole length in and sucked immidiatley. mr. kim hadnt any chance to removed his own seatbelt, or do anything. it didnt took long and mr. kim came.

with closed eyes and inhaling long breaths, he just sat there. kook sat in his seat again and looked at him. "shit....mhhh" mr. kim licked his lips and rubbed his own thighs. "u look like u really enjoyed it" kook chuckled. "thank u. i knew i have some skills, but.... " mr. kim glanced to him and smiled. "u really have skills. i never came so fast" "its just u are deprived of it" "that too, but... u are really good" kook looked up and down at mr. kims body and was startled. "u are still hard" mr. kim looked down on himself and sighed. "oh...yeah...shit" he tried to stuff it, in its hard situation, back into his pants, but kook stopped him.

he gave him a small smirk and gestured him to the backseats. "let me help u" "u already did" "come on" "kook..." "get it" he already opened his own jeans, shoved them with the underwear down, lost his shoes and socks and the tshirt. naked as a new baby, he smirked at the other and climbed back. for a second, mr. kim sat there. with hurry he got out of the car and got back to the naked boy.

"get out of your clothes" kook demanded, helped him yanking them off. "i ... never...boy..." "just let me do it. u only need to enjoy it" mr. kim nodded. kook smirked again, spat into his hand, smeared it on his fingers and started to finger himself. hoovering over mr. kim, watching him, how he reacted. and boy, he did! "can i touch u?" "of course, mr. kim" "say joon" "okay, joon" joons hands roamed kooks body, took everything in, leaned up to nibbled the nipples, he got greedy. kook let him do as he pleased, knowing the poor man was deprived from another warm body. the inside of the car got steamy, the windows foggy, it started to smell of sex. the radio gave out lowly lazy rnb music, nobody and nothing was outside to disturb them.

kook stroke joon again to the end. he wanted to have a long fuck, so he thought, he should make him done again. joon was moaning a lot, enjoying everything, but was still very greedy. he shoved kooks fingers out of himself and pushed his own fingers in, thrusting fast and hard. going off on kooks moans.

"wait...stop...shit...." kook huffed, as joon removed his fingers. staring into his eyes, kook sat slowly down on joons dick. he enjoyed joons facial expressions and sighed satisfied, when he hit the base. slowly again, he started to ride the man, held onto his shoulders and smiled at joon. joons eyes were hooded, bit his lip, grabbed kooks hips and thrusted up into him.

"ah...shit...dont be so greedy" kook whined, joons dick hit his prostate dead on. "shit....u feel so good....oh god...." joon started to pound into him harder. he couldnt stop. with a growl joon pushed kook onto his back on the seat, heaved his legs on his shoulders and went on rampand. kook was fucked like never before.

he thought that joon wouldnt last long, cause..., but nope. his stamina was amazing. kook felt sore, but oh so good. his body was covert in sweat, joons body was too, the skinslapping sounded wet, his hole was so slick, balls hit against balls, joon fucked him several times to the edge, but slowed down right before, made kook cry out for his release, but never showed mercy.

kook didnt know for how long they were fucking their brains out. he was just so into what they were doing.

"let me come, please....let me come.....joooonnnn" but joon only growled and showed an evil smirk. "u started it, u have to endure it now" "oh....gooooodddd....fuck....fuuuuccckkkk" kook could feel, that he was on the edge again. greedy for his release, he moved his hips harder on joon. joon stopped all movements. "what are u doing?! come on! come on! fuuuuckkk meeeee" kook whined, going harder on joons dick. "fuck yourself on my dick, if u wanna come" he smirked. "asshole" kook huffed and fucked himself on him, but it wasnt enought. "shit!" furious, kook shoved joon back, removed his dick out of him and layed down on his belly. "come on!" he wiggled his butt. joon gave him a sound, what can only be describe as animalistic, felt stretched out more than before and holy fuck, joon fucked him harder than ever. finally kook himself comming.....and comming.... and comming. with it, joon howled and also lost himself.

kook sat on the seat again, dressed and still tried to get enough intake of air. confussed, but satisfied, painfully sore, he looked at joon. joon, also dressed again, wiped his forehead and face with a tissue, put a seatbelt on and was going to start the car. "....we should do it again" kook let out without thinking. joon looked at him and grinned. "i think we should"