Eternities

Something was wrong.  Michael couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was, but something about the situation just felt so terribly, inexplicably off.  His knees ached a little from where he knelt on the stone floor, but that was easy enough to shove from his mind while he continued to bob his head.  The prick sliding past his lips was a powerful thing, a veritable pillar of masculinity that pulsed and throbbed with a dangerous ferocity.  Girthy as it was, he had trouble taking even half of it, though he did his best to take as much as he could with every quick suck-stroke.  It was a hooded beast of a thing, something he wasn’t entirely familiar with; the extra bit of skin confused him at first, until he realized just how it worked.

He quickly found himself sucking that skin right over the swollen head of the other man’s cock, only to push it right back over the ridge.   His eyes opened but found only darkness; it took him a moment to remember that he was blindfolded.  Geoffrey had suggested it and he’d reluctantly agreed, but it was starting to grow on him.  There was a rare sort of tactile thrill in exploring another’s most intimate parts in utter darkness, with only lips and tongue to feel the way.  It was certainly making him painfully hard, though he regretted letting the other man bind his wrists behind his back for this sexual experiment.

But how did it come to this?  Kneeling only God knows where and sucking the dick of some guy he’d just met?  He struggled to remember, rational thoughts fighting against the constant – and obscenely insistent – flow of lust.  But once that dam was finally cracked, there was no fixing it.  It broke and the memories from earlier that night tumbled forth in a terrible torrent.