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This fictional story contains descriptions of consensual sexual contact between males. As such it is homoerotic, designed for the entertainment of mature adults. If you are not of legal age to read such material, or if the subject matter would create irresolvable personal moral dilemmas, please exit now.
Evening Interlude
And there it was, the slick coated tongue snaking into my mouth inching towards the back of my throat, teasing yet forceful, mixing my hot freshly extracted sinewy spunk lurking round his gums and teeth, melting into the shared potion of our frothy spit. His undulating sensory organ, the one that had just coaxed my every last beady drop, milking me dry, until I was beyond empty, until I was a mind numbing vacuum of spent orgasm hungry for him to nurture and replenish my load. My mind blurred, was that really his tongue or some alien sex organ twisting and turning inside my mouth, poking and prodding deeper, curving along my tongue, tickling my tonsils, implanting our stew of seed, saliva and sativa back in my throat like a pestle mixing what remnants of his essence he had offered to my wanton desires from earlier that evening. It was inside me there that our cum began to mingle and unite, swimming down and invading my being bit by bit.
All this before I could gasp and catch that deep breath which inevitably follows the pounding wave, the breath that recovers me from the tidal wave of sensations not the least of which including my sphincter ring clasping firmly and tightly down around the base of the deep plug inside me, my contracting muscles, pulsating and with resonance. That plug had no chance in hell of escaping me, not now, especially not in that moment.
He disentangles from our interlocked embrace after what seems like hours. Reaching back around behind me, just past the corner of my sight, where the horizon of candlelight blurs and transforms into darkness. I'm still recovering from that mind blowing orgasm, high and hazy, too weak to move, and, in a flash, it's there. Thick heavy plastic protruding into my mouth, pushing past my outstretched lips and teeth, widening my jaw to the max, and filling the sticky wet battleground where our tongues had battled for supremacy just seconds before. With my eyes barely able to adjust to my surroundings, it's my tongue that I rely on to sense and make out this new intrusion. With barely room to maneuver, to probe or help make sense of what was now filling my maw, I rely on the tip of my tongue to trace along this thing, circling round it to quickly realize that it is now being clasped tightly in place. It will not budge, no matter how hard I try to push it out. But what is this? Yes, it feels very familiar. That's it! My mouth and tongue cannot be fooled. It doesn't take me long to realize that this gag is actually in the shape of his cock, the shape I know all too well. From the tip, head and veiny ribs recreated, most likely molded for just this occasion. The funny thing is, it's hard for me to discern from reality whether the cum that we were just sharing in my mouth wasn't really leaking from this gag's peehole tip, this faux cock that was now invading my senses and world.
As my jaw relaxes and the gag settles in place, jamming our juices deep down my throat, oozing into where my systems begin to incorporate his being into mine, I barely notice that in my sweaty dim haze, he has shifted himself behind me, tracing kisses along where his strong hands massage along my neck and between my shoulder blades. It's hard for my focus to leave the tasty intrusions now harbored safely in my mouth and nestling up against my throat. Mixing the stretch of my neck and arms with his firm warm touch, I sense he is up to something new. What is that? Wrists being pulled back together. Rough leather and cold metal? Ow, being tied tight, my hands securely pulled back behind me with metallic clicks. My senses focus sharply just in time to notice what also seem like hog ties pinning my wrists back to my ankles, stretching me backwards and forcing the deeply rooted butt plug to curve along inside me, pressing on my prostate in unimaginable ways, flickering that ember of stimulation back into life.
Then, with the familiar velvet blindfold sliding down my brow and over my eyes, I am being shut off. I cannot move, speak nor see now. Save for the musky scent of our strong writhing bodies and the longing spasms of pleasure refusing to subside within me, I am utterly without senses. The only sound I hear is the satisfied tone of his voice urging me to rest and regain my strength, just before he places padded headphones over my ears playing soothing zen-like tones and chants that had began the entire evening not too long ago.
There I am. A spent pile of raw aroused nerve endings that won't stop firing - Pleasure! Pain!! Ecstasy. Barely a word is exchanged, nary a whisper, nor are any needed, save for our acquiescent grunts and moans emanating deeply from with in us. I am melting into utter oblivion. Fading off... that is, until he calls on me to begin the cycle anew.