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Khaotung twisted like a snake on stage.
At their fan meeting, there was an improvisational dance segment. Khaotung casually swayed his hips a couple of times and thrust his pelvis twice, making First's face flush. Unable to keep staring at his friend, First quickly turned his head, just missing the playful look Khaotung shot his way.
First had seen his friend dance many times—during regular rehearsals or when he got drunk and acted wild in private rooms. He had witnessed Khaotung’s body swaying too many times. But recently, First had some unspeakable troubles he didn’t dare to share with anyone.
For an entire week, First had been having the same dream. In the dream, he was naked, lying on a giant white python. The hard scales of the snake scratched his waist and back, its thick tail coiled several times around his chest and abdomen, and finally, the pointed tip of the tail extended between his legs, slowly brushing against his most sensitive part.
This giant python was a lustful snake. First thought angrily. However, in the dream, he had no control over his body. No matter how hard he tried to struggle, he couldn’t break free. The muscles he had built up from working out at the gym became mere decorations for the white snake to admire and caress. The snake particularly liked his muscles, often rubbing its tail against his arms and abdomen. His skin was already pale, and after being repeatedly pressed and rubbed by the snake’s scales, his body quickly turned red. Even though it was just a dream, somehow, the sensation of pain and itchiness lingered on his skin after waking up, making it hard for him to explain.
The worst time was on the night when Khaotung stayed over at his house. For some reason, that night’s dream was especially wild. The white snake aggressively rubbed against his nipples and tightly coiled around his dick, squeezing them forcefully. He lost count of how many times he ejaculated in the dream, the semen splattering onto the white scales, reflecting a silver, enchanting glow. No part of his body escaped the snake’s grinding; amidst the burning pain, he even felt a hint of pleasure. His dick, trembling, emerged from the layers of the snake’s coils, the purplish-red tip releasing thin streams of fluid repeatedly. In the end, his consciousness faded, yet his body still responded to the white snake’s teasing.
First woke up in a fiery, stinging pain. He opened his eyes and realized that the burning sensation wasn’t a remnant of the dream, but was coming from his exposed shoulder. Khaotung was clinging to him like a koala, his head nestled in the crook of First's shoulder, with his morning stubble scratching against First's bare skin.
It hurt like hell!
Whether it was from the pain or anger, First's eyes welled up with tears as he kicked his friend off the bed.
The bleary-eyed Khaotung, with his nest of messy hair sticking up, wiped the drool from his face and stared blankly at First. It was unclear if he was fully awake, but he suddenly broke into a goofy grin.
As a result, Khaotung was forbidden from hugging his friend without shaving his stubble first. For the next few days, he dutifully shaved in front of the mirror, earning several surprised compliments from the makeup artist.
However, the giant snake in First's dreams was not as obedient as Khaotung.
Once again in his dream, he found himself naked in a familiar straddling position. Half-awake, First held onto the giant snake's body, gently rocking his hips against its rough scales, grinding his dick. After several nights of endless surreal experiences, he had given up struggling, surrendering to this mysterious cosmic force, allowing himself to seek secret pleasure in the dream. After all, no one would know. On stage, he performed with grace, and no one could guess he posed so obscenely in his dreams—neither the fans nor the company, not even his best friend, Khaotung.
The giant snake affectionately brushed its tail against First's face, as if whispering sweet nothings in his ear. First realized he had never seen the snake's face.
This was a beast so thick that First couldn't wrap his arms around it. The snake's winding body extended above First's head, and every time he tried to look up, the snake's teasing tail distracted him. Determined not to be swayed this time, he clung to the snake's body and slowly climbed upwards, squinting to see. The dream was shrouded in a hazy white mist, making it hard to see clearly. However, as he climbed higher, he discovered a small mole on the snake's pure white scales.
In the dream, his brain was sluggish. First hugged the snake's neck—he decided to call this part of the snake its neck—and stared blankly at the small mole.
That mole looked so familiar.
It looked just like the one on his friend Khaotung's chest.
The mischievous tail wrapped around his ankle again, creeping up to the base of his thigh and rubbing along the crevice of his buttocks. First once again forgot his quest to discover the truth above his head. His arms and legs went limp as he clung to the giant snake, being lifted and cradled back to his usual spot by a thick coil.
But this time, something else was pressing and rubbing against the tip of his buttocks.
It was scales, but they felt soft to the touch.
First had been naked with this giant snake for so long and had never touched soft scales before. He turned to look and found a spot on the snake's belly covered by only two or three scales, each the size of a palm. These scales were swollen, as if something was pushing them from beneath, and as they rubbed against the tip of First's buttocks, they felt soft.
Before First could even be surprised, a deep red fleshy shaft suddenly popped out from under the scales with a "pop" sound. The barbed tip opened like a fleshy umbrella, and the sticky fluid from the umbrella's tip smeared along First's buttocks.
Curiosity was the only thought in First's dazed mind. After all, the giant snake wouldn’t hurt him. After all, no one knew what was happening or what would happen in this dream.
The snake's body wrapped tightly around him, and caught in the middle were just First and the part of the snake's belly with the deep red fleshy umbrella.
Maybe he had long anticipated this moment, because First wasn’t afraid. Instead, he hugged the snake's belly and raised his hips.
No one would know that he mated with the giant snake in his dream. He would just consider it fulfilling a little impossible fantasy.
“Ah…”
The thick, deep red shaft found First’s entrance, now lubricated by the snake's fluid, and slowly pushed its way inside. Although it was just a dream, the pain felt extraordinarily real, as if he were being torn apart from within. First clung to the giant snake, unable to suppress a whimper that escaped his throat, “Khaotung…”
The shaft, which had been pushing deeper, suddenly stopped.
First had a moment to catch his breath. He held onto the snake, taking a few deep breaths, and suddenly, tears of frustration began to fall. He buried his face between the cold scales, smearing them with his tears.
He felt so wronged.
Damn snake, lustful snake, filthy snake, just as bad as his friend. And big. Thick and big. Just like his friend…
First’s dick twitched. Thinking about Khaotung's size, he couldn't help but get hard. Even in such pain, he felt a tingling pleasure in his lower abdomen, and all he had to do was imagine that the one thrusting into him was his good friend, Khaotung.
Khaotung was also very well-endowed. He had never seen it directly, but thanks to his friend's lack of modesty, every time Khaotung stayed over, he wore a pair of old, almost threadbare pajama pants that barely concealed anything.
“Fir… why don’t you turn on the air conditioner? It’s so hot!” Khaotung spread out his arms and flopped onto the bed, resembling a starfish dried out by the Bangkok summer. His wrinkled, thin pajama pants clung to his thighs and bulged conspicuously between his legs. Thick and large, the outline was unmistakable. First took one look and hastily turned away, pretending to be annoyed as he searched for the air conditioner remote.
If only it were Khaotung.
First closed his eyes tightly, sobbing as he clung to the giant snake. He rubbed his trembling, erect penis against the smooth, cool scales while his painful entrance swallowed and expelled the snake’s shaft with his movements.
“Stupid friend, bad Khaotung, ah… Tung…”
First’s mind began to blur again, as if the mist was infused with a powerful hallucinogen. He rode the giant snake, his hips thrusting up and down, but suddenly, he saw his friend's face.
The upper body of the white python, forever shrouded in mist, bent down and its scales twisted and transformed within the white fog, eventually taking on the likeness of his friend. Khaotung's hair was disheveled, his eyes slightly narrowed, and he stood there topless, meeting First's gaze. There was a small mole on his friend's bare chest. Tiny scales extended from his waist, growing larger towards the bottom, merging seamlessly with the snake's body.
First was bewildered, unsure if the white snake had taken his friend's form due to his obsession in the dream or if the mischievous snake was deliberately teasing him.
“Fir…” It spoke. First had never heard it speak before. It perfectly mimicked his friend's voice. "...You're squeezing me so tight."
It spoke lewdly. This damn snake, managing to be just as mischievous as his friend.
But when this face spoke such explicit words to him, the impact was just too much. First stared at Khaotung's smiling face in disbelief, feeling a sudden tightness in his lower abdomen, and amidst trembling all over, he ejaculated.
"Ah..." First continued to tremble as the fleshy shaft of the giant snake inside him suddenly began to move. The barbs opened with each thrust, scraping against his insides, sending waves of pleasure that made First curl his toes. He rode atop the giant snake, feeling like he was on a roller coaster, bouncing up and down. Through tear-blurred eyes, he leaned forward to kiss Khaotung.
"Fir, I like you," it said, cupping First's cheek and mimicking his friend's voice. "I really like you!"
First's head spun, feeling like he was constantly ejaculating but nothing was coming out. "I like you... I like you... I really like you," he said, riding up and down, eyes closed, clumsily kissing Khaotung's lips as he muttered in a daze.
Then everything was covered in white mist. The sounds of breathing became distant, echoing like in an empty valley.
He woke up alone at home, the bedsheet cold and damp.
"Damn snake, filthy snake."
First buried his face in the bed, crying softly. He decided that the next time he saw his friend, he would punch him hard, swearing on the biceps he had built.
But the truth was, First awkwardly avoided his friend for three days. If it weren't for the unavoidable work they had to do together, he would have kept hiding for another three days.
The crowd roared with excitement, fans screaming wildly as Khaotung improvised a dance. Swinging his hips, thrusting his pelvis, his supple waist movements reminiscent of the giant snake that had taken First to cloud nine that night. First turned away, unable to look, feeling a dull ache in his hole. But moments later, he couldn't resist turning back around. He had no resistance when it came to his friend.
Khaotung's gaze was locked firmly on him, causing First's heart to skip a beat.
The Khaotung before him merged with the Khaotung from his dream. Drawing closer, his full lips moved near First's ear.
"I like you, Fir."
First stood frozen in place, the screams of fans fading into the background. Drumbeats echoed from the horizon, and white mist rose from all sides. Khaotung stood smiling, eyes narrowed to slits, silver-white scales reflecting light as they slowly crawled up his neck.
"First! It's your turn!"
First jerked his head around, the world collapsing and folding in on itself in that moment. White mist, the colossal beast, everything shrunk into a blur. Wide-eyed, he saw the host standing at the other end of the stage, eagerly watching him, while Khaotung stood beside him as if nothing had happened.
Fans continued to scream, music played on, and he remained on the stage of the fan meet.
First loosened his stiffened waist and improvised a dance. His friend, as always, looked at him with fiery eyes, applauding him.
The giant python from his dreams still awaited him every night. Amidst the white mist, its tail wrapped around his naked body, breathing heavily, mixing sweat and fluids. It embraced him tightly, moaning and panting together, nibbling on his ear and murmuring words he couldn't understand.
"Fir, do you know the secret of the Rattanakitpaisan family?"