Warning: Sexual Contents
In front of Hajime, a shimmering, thin, transparent wall seemed to manifest, a window into his past. On the other side, he could clearly see the familiar apartment he once shared with his mother. He hesitated, caught between a magnetic pull and a deep-seated dread, turning left and right only to find impenetrable darkness.
With a sigh of resignation, he decided to walk through the transparent barrier, finding himself suddenly standing in Chibi's kitchen. He knew instantly that this must be a dream, not reality, as he felt Chibi's arm tighten possessively around his waist.
Chibi's breath hitched, hot and heavy, against Hajime's ear. "Hajime-kun… your mom doesn't come home until seven. Why don't you let me do you? I raised you. I feed you. I pay for your school. At least what you could do for me is let me do you once."
The scene shifted. Hajime was sitting on the edge of a hospital bed, his arm in a sling, two ribs aching. Mrs. Ikari, the social worker, entered the room, a gentle, practiced smile on her face. "Hindoe-kun, good morning. How are you this morning?"
"Good," Hajime mumbled, his voice flat.
Mrs. Ikari stood by the bed, her expression sympathetic. "Hindoe-kun, I talked to your father."
"What did he say? Will he come to pick me up?" Hajime asked, a desperate hope clinging to his words.
Mrs. Ikari shook her head slowly; her gaze filled with pity. "Your father said he has given up his parental rights, so he won't be coming." She sighed, her eyes searching Hajime's face. "He also said it would be inconvenient for him to come to visit you."
Hajime looked down at his broken arm, though no tears welled in his eyes. His heart, however, felt as though it were bleeding. He managed a disappointed whisper, "I see…"
"Your mother said that it was a misunderstanding," Mrs. Ikari continued, her voice measured. "Mr. Myoga was trying to protect himself because you assaulted him first. Mr. Myoga will not press charges. Do you want to press charges?"
Hajime shook his head, not looking at the social worker. He held back the stinging tears, his voice barely audible. "No..."
"If that's the case, then I'll close the case," Mrs. Ikari said, her tone professional. "Are you willing?"
Hajime nodded, a silent agreement.
Mrs. Ikari sighed, a sad sound. "Have a speedy recovery."
"Thank you," Hajime replied, the words hollow.
Hajime looked up to see his mother walking into the room, Chibi right behind her, a triumphant smirk on his face. "Get out!" Hajime screamed, his voice raw, echoing in the sterile room. "Get out!"
Breathing heavily, Hajime thrashed in his sleep, the single word a guttural plea. "Get out." He quickly opened his eyes, disoriented, to find that it was already morning. He was, once again, in Yul's arms. He felt Yul's soft, even breath warm against the back of his head. Every time Yul's breath touched his hair, a cool breeze danced across his scalp, yet the pervasive warmth of Yul's arms around him made him feel inexplicably safe and comfortable.
The posture, so familiar, reminded him instantly of his previous life, of how Kenji had always held him every time he slept over at Kenji's apartment. Kenji, his friend's older brother, was five years his senior. They had started dating when Hajime was still in high school, at sixteen years old. At first, he hadn't been sure if he truly liked Kenji, but since his stepfather kept harassing him, he had decided to date Kenji, hoping to make his stepfather stop sexually assaulting him. That decision, however, had cost him his only true friend.
He wondered why he was dreaming about that night again, his mother blaming him for everything that happened since. She hated him even more than before. He also wondered if his mother had always hated him. He was still contemplating these painful memories when he suddenly felt something hard press against his buttock. He turned around, his hand instinctively reaching out to grab the hard thing with his right hand. Then, with a jolt of realization, he recognized it: it was Yul's member. He had no idea how large Yul's member was, but his entire hand couldn't quite wrap around Yul's fully erect length.
Yul sighed, a low, rumbling sound, and asked, "How long are you going to hold on?"
Hajime quickly let go of Yul's member, his face flushing crimson. He stammered, "I thought it was...it was..."
Yul stood up, his expression unreadable. "It's nothing. I just need to release myself."
Hajime was shocked at how Yul could say such embarrassing things so freely in front of him. "Re... releasing yourself?" he repeated, utterly flustered. He watched Yul disappear behind a tall, sandy hill.
An image, vivid and unsolicited, formed inside Hajime's head: Yul, his pants dropped to his knees, his large hand softly wrapped around his own member. Yul closed his eyes, gently stroking himself with his right hand, a low moan escaping his lips as he stroked. Thinking of this, Hajime's face began to burn a deep red. His ears grew hot, and he felt his heart hammering faster and faster. The more he thought about Yul's member and the way he imagined Yul releasing himself, the more his heart pounded in his chest.
Abrafo stood up, stretching, and looked at the clearly blushing Hajime. He noticed the bright red on Hajime's cheeks. "Where's Yul?" he asked, oblivious.
Hajime pointed towards the dirt mound, his voice a little strained. "He went behind that dirt mound to release himself."
Abrafo nodded, completely unperturbed. "Okay." He walked towards the dirt mound, seemingly without a second thought.
Hajime quickly stood up, his eyes wide. "Why do you want to go too?" he blurted out, a panicked thought forming.
Abrafo turned back, a slight frown on his face. "I also needed to go release myself too," he replied, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
Hajime's mouth fell open. He was utterly at a loss. Now, the single, vivid image of Yul masturbating morphed into something exotic and tantalizing. He began to breathe unevenly, and a cascade of graphic images began to form in his mind.
Abrafo approached from the side of the dirt mound and walked up to Yul. Yul, standing there, suddenly grabbed the back of Abrafo's head and plunged his tongue into Abrafo's mouth. The tongues of the two men entwined passionately. Abrafo sank to his knees in the sand and began to lick Yul's member. He opened his mouth wide, taking Yul's member fully inside. He sucked Yul's member, circling the tip of Yul's member with his tongue. He slowly stood up, and Yul kissed him again, deep and lingering. He then turned around, and Yul pushed his big member into his backdoor.
"Ouch…!" Abrafo yelled from behind the dirt mound, his voice sharp with pain. "Don't push any more… It hurts… Ouch… Get it out… Get it out!"
Hajime gasped, his eyes wide with horror and a strange fascination at what he had just heard.
Michio yawned, stretching, his eyes still half-closed. "What's going on?"
U-ri woke with a start at Abrafo's loud screams. "What's going on? It's ungrateful to wake up an old man early in the morning!" he grumbled.
Hajime blushed violently, unable to meet their eyes. "They... they released themselves behind the dirt mound," he managed to stammer.
U-ri's eyes widened. "What happened back there?" he yelled, looking towards the mound.
"I don't think it's a good idea to disturb them," Hajime said, his voice barely a whisper.
Just then, Yul walked out first, casually fixing his belt, fastening it securely around his waist. "I told you not to move," he said, his voice completely calm. "If you don't struggle and relax your body, it won't hurt so much."
Abrafo emerged from behind the mound, limping slightly, a pained expression on his face. "You push too hard! How can my body relax? It hurts! I am bleeding!"
Yul shook his head, a faint smile on his lips. "You're a man. A little poke won't hurt that much."
Abrafo argued, his voice incredulous. "How can you say 'tiny'? If you try to fit a big rod into a small hole, do you think it will fit? Huh? Huh?"
"A big rod inside a small hole…" Hajime murmured to himself, his voice small, a sudden warmth spreading through him. He thought this sounded... good. Judging by the feel of Yul's member in Hajime's hand, Yul's member felt truly huge compared to other men Hajime had seen.
Abrafo stood next to U-ri and, without thinking, abruptly dropped his butt onto the ground. He instantly yelped in pain. "Ouch! My ass!"
Hajime wondered how Abrafo could be so careless. How could he just sit down like that after being "smashed" by something as big as Yul's member? Of course, it would hurt, and it would hurt for the next few days.
"Abrafo," Hajime said softly, a genuine concern in his voice, "you must sit carefully afterwards. If you don't prepare well before the performance, the next few days will be very painful."
"Huh?" Abrafo looked up at Hajime, his expression utterly confused.
"It's too bad there is no KY gel," Hajime continued, his voice earnest, "but no worries. Some people have told me that using sunflower oil can help the insertion go smoother."
Abrafo was still completely bewildered. "What? KY gel? Sunflower oil? What for?"
"I think Yul's thing…ing… is bigger than the average man," Hajime explained, his voice lowering conspiratorially, "so you have to use extra sunflower oil."
"What are you talking about?" Abrafo asked, puzzlingly, his brow furrowed. "I'm not following…"
"Yul and you went behind that dirt mound to release yourselves, and you screamed that you're in pain," Hajime pressed, his face a deep scarlet. "It's clear you two were engaging in some kind of activity. Like... um... I don't know how to say it... man and man activity?"
Abrafo's eyes widened in dawning horror. "Yes, it was because I accidentally got a needle stick in my finger. It went deep into my finger. Yul just had to push it out the other side to get the needle out!" Abrafo paused, then gasped, finally understanding Hajime's monumental misunderstanding. "No... no... how can you think that?! We're peeing! How can you think so badly of us?"
U-ri looked at Michio, then back at the blushing Hajime and the aghast Abrafo, a confused frown on his face. "Did we miss something?"
"No," Yul said, cutting across the burgeoning chaos. "We pack up and leave before the sun comes up."
The five men began to quickly pack their belongings. As they did so, a solitary black hawk soared high above, circling them, it's dark silhouette stark against the brightening sky.
"This is the first sign of life!" U-ri exclaimed happily, pointing upwards.
"It's my hawk," Hajime said, a small smile playing on his lips. "I sent it out last night to find land."
A small piece of cloth fluttered from the sky, falling gently in front of the men.
Michio scratched his head, a puzzled expression on his face. "Is this a good sign or a bad sign?"
Hajime picked up the cloth, examining it. "If he got it from a clothesline, then it's good. But if he got it from a dead person, then it's bad. We don't know until we get there."
"I really want to get out of this desert," Abrafo muttered, pulling his pack tighter.
Hajime threw two more wooden eagles to the ground. With a flash of magic, they transformed into two majestic, giant eagles. The five men quickly mounted the backs of the two powerful birds. As the sun began to rise in the west, painting the sky with fiery hues, the two eagles, guided by the smaller hawk soared into the vast expanse of the desert sky.