【NINO】恵方巻を喉奥まで呑み込む（11P）

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NINOの配信部屋は、ほの暗い灯りの中、畳の上に正座した彼がカメラの中心に映っていた。乱れた着物は肩から滑り落ち、鎖骨と濡れた胸元があらわに。褌もすでに役目を果たしておらず、股間の間からは半勃ちの肉棒がむくりと覗き、彼の動きに合わせて微かに跳ねていた。

「はいはい、節分のダブル恵方巻チャレンジね……ほんと、お前らエグいことばっかり考えるよな……」ニヤリと笑いながら、彼は両手に持った巨大な恵方巻を掲げた。市販のサイズではない。まるで誰かの怒張したチ○ポを海苔で巻いたかのようなサイズ感だった。

膝を開いて前かがみになると、着物の裾が広がり、胸元の汗が艶めいた光を放つ。彼は左手の恵方巻に口を近づけ、唇を大きく開いて、先端をくわえ込んだ。「んんっ……ふふ、これは太いな……はぁ…はぁ…誰が選んだんだこれ……ちゅっ、ずるるっ……んふぅ……」

唾液が糸を引き、口角からこぼれる。だが彼は止まらず、右手の巻きも同時に口元に持っていき、頬を膨らませながら二本目をも咥える。「ふっ、んんぅ……一緒に……入るかな……うあ、んっ……俺、いける……！」

褌の中で完全に勃起した肉棒は布の隙間から押し出すように盛り上がり、びくびくと脈打っていた。彼は恵方巻をしゃぶりながら、カメラ目線で悪戯な笑みを浮かべる。

「次は……ほんもの、いっちゃおっか？ 二本……三本……恵方巻よりずっと熱くて、ずっと美味い……」ぺろりと舌を出して、海苔の端を舐める。口の端から唾液と米粒がこぼれ、まるで飢えた獣のように恵方巻をしゃぶり続けた。

恵方巻が口から「ぬるっ」と滑り落ちた瞬間、カメラの両端から二人の男の足が静かに近づいてくる。その股間からは既に怒張した肉棒がぶら下がり、まるで今か今かと彼の口を求めていた。

NINOはその光景に、舌先で唇を舐めながら微笑んだ。「ああ……ちゃんと来たんだね……」

囁くような低い声に、ぞくりとした期待が混ざる。彼は膝立ちのまま前へとじりじりにじり寄り、片手で一人の肉棒を、もう一方の手でもう一人のを掴んだ。ぬるぬるとした先端を唇に触れさせ、くすりと笑って片方をくわえる。

「……んんっ♡……これが……ホンモノの節分、だよね……」

じゅるるっ、ぬちゅっ、ちゅぱっ――音を立てて吸い上げ、また別のを舐める。左右交互に唇を這わせ、唾液が滴り落ちる中、彼は囁いた。「もう一本……入れてもいいよ……口、大きく開けられるから……」

その時、三本目が画面の外からにゅっと伸びてくる。太く、硬く、先端から透明な液体がとろりと滴っていた。NINOは嬉々としてその匂いを嗅ぎ取り、すぐに口を開いてそれを喉奥まで押し込んだ。

「くぅ……ふぅぅっ……んっ、んんんっ♡……」

喉がぐっと絞まり、喉仏が動く。三本の肉棒が交互に彼の口に出入りし、ぬるぬると、ねちゃねちゃと、絶え間なく音を立てている。褌の下では彼自身の肉棒が完全に勃起し、布の間から溢れ出すように顔を出し、透明な液をぽたぽたと太腿に落としていた。

「止めないで……もっと……もっとちょうだい……あああ、ちゅぽ、ぢゅるっ……ぜんぶ……ほしい……っ♡」

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The room was dim, lit with the soft amber glow of a single overhead lamp, casting long shadows across the tatami floor. NINO knelt at the center, kimono slipping low off one shoulder, revealing the curve of his collarbone and a sweat-slicked chest. The fundoshi barely clung to his hips—worse, the front gaped enough to reveal the heavy, half-erect cock resting lazily against his thigh, twitching faintly with every breath.

“Well, well… everyone’s been begging to see the double ehōmaki challenge, huh?” He smirked at the camera, licking his lips as he picked up the two oversized sushi rolls—each far thicker than any store-bought version, unmistakably phallic in shape and girth. His fingers flexed around them like he was getting a feel for weight, for thickness.

He spread his knees apart, leaning forward slightly. The front of his kimono fell open further, his long bangs clinging wetly to his cheek as he lowered his lips to the roll in his left hand. “Let’s see if I can take it... mmmf—” He opened wide, tongue curling around the tip, lips sealing over it with a slurp that came out exaggerated, juicy. “Slrrrp… nnn… so thick… who picked this challenge? You bastards…”

Saliva spilled past his lips as he pulled back and forth, bobbing with obscene wet sounds, and then—without pausing—he turned his head and angled the second roll toward his mouth. “Both at once?” he murmured, voice thick with arousal. “Nnngh… why not... I’ve got room…”

His mouth stretched wide, cheeks bulging, and his cock—already stiffening under the strain of anticipation—throbbed violently against the loose folds of his fundoshi. He moaned around both rolls, spit streaming down his chin. He withdrew one just to speak, panting hotly, eyes half-lidded as he looked into the lens.

“What if… next time... it’s not sushi at all?” His tongue flicked out, slowly dragging along the seaweed wrapper. “What if it's two real cocks... maybe three… bigger than this… hotter… tastier…” he gasped, breath fogging the lens, as the thought made his body shudder slightly.

The two sushi rolls slipped from NINO’s lips with a wet plop, and before he could even speak, two shadowed figures stepped into frame, their erect cocks already bobbing at eye level. He looked up, slow, his lips glistening with saliva and leftover rice, then smiled like he’d been waiting for this exact moment.

“Well, well… looks like you boys came just in time.”

His voice was husky, heat lacing every syllable. He leaned forward on his knees, the folds of his kimono slipping off his shoulder completely now, exposing more of his flushed chest. Without hesitation, he gripped one cock in each hand—both were hard, pulsing, veiny—and brought the first one to his lips. He kissed the head softly, then parted his mouth, slowly sucking it in with a rich, sticky shluuup.

“Mmmf… now this,” he mumbled with his mouth half-full, “this is what Setsubun should taste like…”

He tilted his head, sliding that one cock deeper into his mouth, then pulling off with a wet gasp to drag his tongue along the second one. He moaned as he switched back and forth between them, his lips stretched wide, cheeks flushed, mouth sloppy with spit.

“You got another one…?” he muttered breathlessly. “I can… take more… I want them all…”

A third cock appeared, thicker than the rest, glistening with precum. NINO’s eyes lit up, and he immediately opened his mouth wide, taking it deep. His throat clenched around it, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he choked slightly—then recovered, sucking with abandon.

Three cocks now, alternating in his mouth. He drooled, moaned, slurped, taking one deep into his throat while stroking the other two. His fundoshi was useless at this point—his cock had slipped free, hard as steel, bobbing between his thighs, leaking pre that dripped onto the tatami.

“Fffuck… don’t stop… I can go all night… nghhh, mmphh… slurp… yes, more, gimme more…”

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