Switching Sides
Chapter 2
I snapped a salute and replied, "No, Sir. Nothing yet, Sir!" The man before me was just shy of six feet tall, weighed about 170 pounds. He surveyed me openly, spending additional time checking out my crotch. These silk trousers were anything but subtle. He returned my salute and asked, "You're the master spy the king has sent me to watch over for five years?" He looked me over again. "I can see why the king has spared your life," he added pointedly, staring again at my dick. "However, until you prove your trustworthiness to me, you will be considered to be under house arrest. You have a name? I didn't see it in the king's message."
"Yes, Sir. My name is Koldan Sardig."
"Okay, Koldan. You may address me as General or Sir. Did the king tell you of your duties here?"
"Only that I was a gift from him to you for the next five years. I'm not a slave, but I'm duty-bound to do your bidding. I will be provided for, but never allowed near any military installation. I am expected to cooperate fully in my education and training," I answered.
"And you will brief us on the current state of your country's political and military status," the general added.
"I know little of that, Sir. I wasn't high enough in the government to know those things. And given my status as a minority, the chances of being promoted much higher were slight."
"So, are you claiming that you are defecting and not a spy?" the general pressed.
I paused for a moment. I hadn't thought of it in those terms; but if I were truthful with myself, that was exactly what I'd done. I sighed. "Yes, General. I was trained for the last two months at home as a spy. I know there is no point in denying that anymore. But, when I saw my chance to leave the repression that was surely coming, this was my chance to start my life over. So, I grabbed it. I trained hard, excelled in my course-work, and learned to fly a glider."
"And what were your orders? What were you supposed to report back and how?"
"My orders were simple, Sir," I responded. "I was to infiltrate and blend in. Then, I would observe your people's lives, your general political landscape, and gather as much about your technology as I could, especially the latter. I would be contacted by a drop-and-switch in the central park of the capital after one month, assuming I wasn't dead or captured," I added.
"We'll have to meet that agent in the park when the time comes," the general mused. "I gather your leaders don't know a great deal about us," the general smirked.
"Well, they know they've been defeated easily twice. Their holy wars were a farce. Yet, they want to do it again. They are whipping up the populace right now, Sir."
"Did they specify any particular technology that you should acquire?"
"Well, their biggest concern has always been your ability to detect and easily defeat our ships and planes. It is as if you have spies in our midst and you know where and when the attacks are coming before we even knew where we were going to mount the attacks."
The general smiled. "We have our ways. You say they are whipping up the people again for another holy war?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Have you any idea when that will be launched?"
"No, Sir," I paused to reflect. "However, given how they waged the last two wars and learned nothing from their defeats, I'd estimate that they plan on another attack within the next six months, but not sooner than three months from now. They don't have enough planes yet for the attack or enough pilots. And their ships were decimated in the last war, with little time to build new ones. From that, I would conclude that the next attack will be exclusively from the air. This time, it won't include an attempted invasion as we have minimal means to transport the troops."
"Any new aircraft designs?"
"I've not seen any," I said. "I lived near the downtown area of the capital. The planes are built about 30 miles away. If there have been any tests flights, I haven't seen them. Nor have I seen new pilots being trained. I do know they have been recruiting heavily for pilots, though, as well as spies."
"And how have they been attempting to get spies into this kingdom?"
"Most have been my small boats," I said. "Gliders are necessarily a one-way trip, so the expense of a glider to infiltrate one spy is very high compared to dropping off a couple of spies from a small boat. However, they put more hope with the gliders, because they could get farther inland before being detected. Well, that was their thinking. As I found out, it was faulty."
"Where have they been landing the spies in boats?"
"That information I never knew. The others that I trained with only knew that they were going in by boat or by glider. The few of us who had a knack for flying were given glider training. All the others had a general course in concealment and infiltration."
"They had no other means to get the spies here?"
"None that I'm aware of, Sir."
He smiled and nodded. "Thank you for your honesty, Koldan. You have confirmed what we already know. Otherwise, you're stay with us could have been much shorter, despite the desires of the king to keep you around," he added, pointedly staring at my silk-encased dick. "So far, you've acquitted yourself well. But, this is only your first week of five years. We'll have more discussions as your training and education progress. Meanwhile, get dressed for dinner," he smiled and clapped my shoulder. "Matrig is looking forward to meeting you." I know I looked puzzled. "My husband," the general explained.
"And I look forward to meeting him, too, Sir. When will I meet the rest of the household staff?"
"After dinner, Koldan," he replied. "As you meet everyone, you will be shown which areas you are free to visit and use, and others that you may not enter."
"Yes, Sir," I saluted.
"And Koldan, stop saluting. You aren't in my military."
I smiled. "Yes, General."
New clothes were brought to my rooms. I checked out several of them and decided that the blue outfit was less revealing and more formal. At the appointed hour, I left my rooms and headed downstairs. I wasn't sure where the dining room was, but the major domo met me at the bottom of the staircase and directed me to the dining hall. It was a large room, capable to seating at least 20 people at the table. Three place settings gleamed at the end of the table at the far end of the room. The décor of the room was minimal, but very tasteful. Whoever did the decorating at this palace knew what they were doing. Everything was so masculine without being heavy or over-bearing. There was a military precision to it, without being austere.
Before I could complete one walk around the room, the doors on the left opened and the general walked in with another man. The second person was built like a fireplug. He was about 5'7", weighed close to 180 pounds of stacked-on muscle. His handsome, square face beamed as he saw me. He strode over and shook my hand, welcoming me to their home. I couldn't help but notice his amazingly hard, muscular bubble butt. I hoped he loved to get rimmed and fucked. An ass that beautiful needed a lot of sex. However, I remembered the king mentioned that the general and his husband didn't fuck around. I sighed inwardly.
"I'm Matrig, but please call me Mat," the general's husband said. "And you're our new houseguest," he beamed, checking me out as thoroughly as the general had.
"Koldan," I responded, shaking his proffered hand. "You and the general have a beautiful home," I added.
"Thank you," Mat said. "It is mostly my doing as Saddig is too busy with his job, and has no taste, anyway," he laughed.
"Except in men," the general interrupted, planting a chaste kiss on Mat's cheek. I noticed bulges expanding the pants of both men. Clearly, they still had a hot sexual relationship going.
"A drink before dinner?" Mat suggested. "What's your poison, Koldan?"
"Poison?" I answered worriedly, eyeing the door in case I needed to bolt from the room.
Mat held up his hands in a calming manner. "Sorry, sorry," he assured me. "It's an idiom you wouldn't know. I'm sorry. What I meant was, what would you like to drink?"
"May I suggest the same that you had while you were being held before you saw the king," the general intervened. "You seemed to like it."
"Yes, I'd like that," I said more calmly. "Just what is it that I drank?"
"It is a special wine that we make in the region. You do have wine in your country, don't you?" he asked.
"Yes, but it's generally expensive and not something I enjoy. It's too sharp, too acidic, and leaves a bad taste behind," I explained.
Mat handed me a glass with a light amber fluid in it. "To your new life in Aldig!" he toasted. I smiled and sampled the wine. It was even better than what I was served at the military camp.
"This is even better. What is it?" I asked.
"What you got earlier was an ordinary vintage, served frequently, but sparingly on military bases," the general revealed. "It can be quite intoxicating if too much is consumed."
"But, this is from a vineyard south of here that produces an excellent series of wines from different grapes. This is one of our favorites," Mat added. "But, it too can be intoxicating if you have too much of it."
"So, we restrict ourselves to two glasses during meals," the general clarified.
"Is that okay with you?" Mat asked. I nodded. The general walked over to the grand table and pressed a button. Mat smiled, "Time for dinner!" Moments later, two servers entered the room with salad and soup. I complimented them on the dinner as each course was served. I ate food I'd never tasted before. It was all delicious.
After dinner, I was given a tour of the palace and was introduced to all the staff. Certain rooms and corridors were off-limits to me. I made a mental note to avoid them, or my stay here would be terminated, along with my life. The general made a point of repeating that more than once during the tour. What was more notable was the number of staff who looked me over like they wanted to fuck me. One of the servers at dinner was particularly interesting to me. He was built like Mat, but not quite as muscular. However, his bubble butt had my immediate attention. I patted it when he walked by twice. I made sure that the general and Mat didn't see what I'd done, but they probably already knew of my interest in the server as my eyes followed him everywhere.
When the tour was finished, we went back to a cozy library where a fireplace contained a warming fire. The library was much larger than the one in my quarters and featured a more complete selection of books. "When we have more confidence in your sincerity about seeking asylum in our country, you will have access to all the books here," the general said. "Meanwhile, you have enough reading material in your room to keep you occupied for a while." Additionally, he told me that my training and education as well as additional questions about life in my homeland would commence tomorrow immediately after breakfast in the conservatory (an indoor garden room that I'd seen earlier).
Taking that as my cue to return to my quarters, I left them. On the way toward the staircase, I spied the server that I'd been eyeing earlier. "Are you available this evening?" I whispered to him.
"As soon as I finish clearing the table, my evening is free," he grinned. "I'd very much like to get to know you," he added as he leaned in and kissed me softly on the cheek.
"Do you know where my room is?" He nodded and smiled. "I'll be waiting for you," I lecherously grinned. As I left him at the bottom of the stairs, I patted his ass again and slipped my hand down the back of his pants. His deep ass trench beckoned me and I slid my hand lower. He arched his back and thrust his ass into my searching hand. "I hope you like to get fucked," I added unnecessarily.
"The bigger, the better," he assured me. "And the more times, the better," he giggled.
I smiled at his brazen zeal for my bedroom skills. As I entered my quarters, I wondered briefly if all of the staff were spying on me and reporting back to the general. I decided it didn't matter, as I wasn't going home, and I certainly wasn't going to tell the religious leaders of my homeland anything that might lead to their victory over Aldig. Given the number of spies that had been sent here in previous years, I doubted that all of them had been captured and killed. I'd have to keep my eyes open for any countrymen who might be trying to blend in with the Aldig population. The only ones I could be sure of were those men and women with whom I'd gone to spy school. Surely, there were others who had come before and since. Our dialect was distinctive, but it could be unlearned. Appearance was no help, as we looked like them. However, if they were true believers, they couldn't hide their distaste for the "degenerates" of Aldig.
I took a quick shower and toweled off. As soon as I walked out of my bathroom, there was a quiet knock on my door. Before I could put clothes on and answer it, the server slipped in and closed the door behind him. He looked me over with particular attention to my dick. "Even better than I'd hoped," he smiled. Quickly, he shed his clothes and approached me. Once more his kissed me, but this time on the lips. I reached around him and cupped his incredible bubble butt cheeks in my big hands. My index finger tapped his asshole. He moaned with anticipation.
He fell to his knees and engulfed my raging hard-on. He vainly tried to take all of me down his throat, but he failed. He did swallow more than half of it though. I pulled him off a moment later. "Besides getting too close to my climax, I'd much rather shove my dick deep in your ass than down your throat."
"I like the way you think," he laughed and dashed to the bed, jumped up on it, and got on all fours, presenting his amazing ass for me to view, eat, and fuck. I took little time looking at it, but a lot of time eating him out. A big, muscular butt like his reminded me of a couple of men at home. They loved to be rimmed almost as much as they loved to get fucked. I was hoping that was the case here, too. It certainly seemed like it. "Eat my ass real good," he directed in a hoarse whisper. "I want to take you without any lube when I get fucked. I want to feel all of you inside me."
"You'll get that and more," I promised. Within a few moments, I was pushing his legs farther apart, so I could get between those delicious globes and fuck him. He reached back and spread his muscular butt cheeks and begged me to fuck him deep. I couldn't ignore a request as heartfelt as that.
I slid my big dick into him, paused a moment so he could get used to the thickness invading him, then pushed deeper. I was balls deep in seconds. "You've done this before," I smiled.
He looked up at me and grinned. "I'm sure you've seen more than one of the Imperial Guards," he said. I smiled and nodded. "And you know they are all hung like mules." Again, I nodded. "Well, occasionally, they bring messages from the king to the general. While they wait for the general's reply, I, uh, `entertain' them." I laughed at his terminology.
"That certainly explains how you so easily took my entire black dick," I agreed.
"And I've always had this thing for darker men. It isn't just that they nearly always have big dicks, but I love the contrast between my white ass and their dark dicks. And I do love feeling them pound a big load into my ass," he grinned. "Several big loads is even better."
"You have many opportunities to hook up with them?" I asked, increasing my fucking speed.
"Almost daily," he revealed. "But, sometimes, the messenger returns quickly, so we don't get a chance to fuck, or they're scheduled to be guarding the king the next day. They gotta save their juice for him. I hate those days," he laughed. "Oh, yeah, Koldan! Pound my ass! Don't hold back at all. I can take it!" And take it he did. I pounded and pumped his eager, muscle butt. I was still making up for the two months of no sex and needed to nutt again.
"Oh, SHIT!" I exploded, as my climax hit me hard. I felt my dick jerk violently, followed swiftly by several more contractions, pumping a monstrous load into the server. "Fuckin' TAKE IT!" I bellowed. The server grabbed at my ass and helped me pump hard and deeper into him.
"Yeah, do it, Koldan! Give me all your nutt," he begged. When my climax finally subsided and our intense kissing was less ardent, I started to pull away from him. His strong hands on my ass prevented that. "Stay inside me, please," he asked. "I love feeling a big dick slowly shrink inside me and leave a trail of more cum for my ass to drink." But, even my big dick had to eventually deflate and slide out of his creamed hole.
He released me, but I wasn't finished with him. I knelt behind him and started eating out his deeply bred ass. I moaned with pleasure at the taste. "What are you doing?" the server asked, looking over his left shoulder.
"Eating out my load," I answered matter-of-factly. "You never had this done to you before?"
"No, never," he replied. "But, I think I like it, a lot!" he added, wiggling his ass. So, I spent several more minutes licking and sucking on his asshole. I didn't mine much of my load from his hole. I'd shot too hard and too deep to reach it with my tongue, much as I tried. When I finally gave up the quest, he flipped over and drew me up his body. He kissed me passionately. "So, that's what an ass tastes like after it's been fucked and bred. I could get used to this!"
"Try it on your next Imperial Guard," I suggested. "See if they're interested. Any of them bottom for you?" I asked as I broke our kiss and started sucking on his hard dick. He didn't answer my question, his concentration focused on my lingual skills on his precum dripping dick. His groans told me that he was very close to a climax. I doubled my efforts to get him off, using my right hand to jack his dick while I sucked expertly on the big, spongy head. Seconds later, I was rewarded with a big spray of cream in my mouth and a shout of joy from his lips. His load wasn't huge, but it was enough to reward me for my efforts.
When he finally came down from his climax high, he grinned up at me. I kissed him again, sharing his load. "You're one very sexy man," he said when we broke our kiss. "I hope that you're sincere in coming over to our side and leaving behind the country of your birth." I sighed heavily. "I know it must be hard for you to leave behind everything that you know and love, but you'll be much better off here. At least here, you'll live a good life and not have to worry about being rounded up and put in a camp for `enemies of the state'."
"How is it that everyone here seems to know what it is like in my homeland?"
"We have many ways of gaining that information. And the probability of being forced into a camp for `undesirables' is just a reasoned projection of where your political structure is taking your people," he explained. "Do you really think they'll not blame one or more minorities within your homeland for their next defeat?"
I shook my head. He was absolutely right. I'd seen the same future he was predicting. I rolled over and lay on my back. He snuggled up against me. I put my arm around him and pulled him close. "I've been here just more than a week now, but I'm still having some second thoughts about abandoning my homeland and telling your military all our secrets, the few that I know."
"I think the secrets that you think you have to tell are already known to us. So, you shouldn't feel like a traitor," the server said. "You are only confirming what we already know."
"But, I could tell you something you don't know," I blustered.
"Doubtful," the server responded. "However, this is your internal battle to resolve. There is little we can do to help you in that way. All we can do is support you in your decision, assuming it is the right one," he grinned. "And right now," he added, playing with my wet dick, "your right decision is to fuck the hell out of me, again."
I laughed at his impudence, but the situation was defused for the moment. I turned and kissed him on the lips. "You get it up, I'll get it in and off," I smiled. So, he did with a blowjob, and I did with another big load delivered in the same deep place my first one was sprayed.
Well after midnight, he left my quarters to return to his room. Without saying so, I concluded that everyone in the house, with the probable exception of Mat, was in the military. It didn't really matter, though. I had decided when I first went to spy school that I wasn't coming back to my homeland. The obvious sequel of betraying my country by telling all the secrets that I knew had not been so clearly thought through. I had to come to grips with that, and soon. Tomorrow was the beginning of my training and education. I'd already told and admitted to the general much more than I had the king. I was well on my way to completely betraying my countrymen. Could I live with that?
Without resolution, I fell asleep.
But the next morning, I'd reached a decision. Perhaps, I had rationalized my decision as pre-revenge. But, ensuring the defeat of the radical, religious crazies at home could only hasten their downfall. Even if they got so far as to target some minorities for camps, that couldn't last. I was at peace with my decision.
The early rising sun awakened me to the muffled sounds of a household coming to life for a new day. I showered again to get the stink of hot sex off my body and dressed in another new set of clothes. These were less formal, but also showed off my dick and ass. It wasn't as blatant as the first set of clothing I had, nor did my new clothes conceal my goodies as well as last night's garb had. Finally dressed, I reached for the door and stepped outside into the hallway. A beautiful man, who was about my height of 6'4" and of similar weight (about 225 pounds), was striding toward me. He smiled, looked a little confused, but smiled again. His dazzling smile, deep blue eyes, dimples, blonde hair, lightly tanned skin, and a sculpted, muscular body had me instantly captivated. I smiled back. "You're Koldan?" he asked, extending a hand in greeting. I nodded. "I'm Persid, and I'll be your instructor for your first classes in mathematics and science. I hope this will be a happy experience for both of us."
I took his big hand in mine and replied, "I'm very pleased to meet you." I couldn't help myself. I'm sure I was drooling over this gorgeous hunk of manhood. "I look forward to your instruction." The kind of instruction he had in mind was not the same as I had. I wanted to know how good he was in bed more than anything else. I sure hoped he was another one of the many gay men who served in this household. Watching his eyes survey me, I concluded that he liked what he saw in a very sexual way.
"Let's do breakfast," he beamed, steering me toward the stairway. "We'll discuss more about your training schedule then." If we discussed any schedule, I didn't retain a word of it. I was so taken by this god of a man. He was so perfect in so many ways. He was kind, funny, solicitous, curious, caring, and over-the-top sexy. The only thing I remember about the conversation was that he was very much into men and had an on-again, off-again fuck-buddy relationship with one of the king's Imperial Guards. For him, it was just sex as well as for the guard. The guard wasn't getting fucked at all as part of the Imperial Guard, so that's what Persid provided for him. As much as Persid would like to take the guard's enormous dick up his ass, he knew the guard had to save his man juices for the king. I did find out that if the guards were found to be fucking each other, they were immediately dismissed. The king wanted all that wonderful dick and cum of the guards for himself. Even taking on Persid was grounds for dismissal. So, they'd not fucked in months. But, Persid did admit that he'd had dalliances with other men recently, but none of them went anywhere.
The first class involved the social and political structure of the kingdom. The king was atop the pyramid, but the Council and Deputies could override anything the king decreed with a two-thirds vote of each chamber. The Deputies were elected by the people and half of the Council was elected by the Deputies with the other half being appointed by the king. The social classes were more difficult for me. They weren't based on race, color, religion, or location. The king was at the top of the heap, with his children next. After that came the Council and Deputies. Below that was the military, including the Imperial Guards. Then, came everyone else. You didn't get special recognition because you owned a large business or a corner stand or a services agency helping people find a place to live or a job. Taxes were paid by everyone, even the king. Anyone who was able-bodied worked at something at a living wage that sustained life for themselves and a family (assuming they had one), even if it was cleaning the public buildings. Only the very poorest who wouldn't work were deemed to be the lowest of the low. If they refused to work, they were made to take drugs so they couldn't breed. That didn't always work, either. Drugs and alcohol were strictly regulated, but that didn't stop the addictive personality from going overboard with drug or alcohol abuse. I had no idea how sustainable this was, but it seemed to be working so far.
After the first class, we took a break and kicked back in the conservatory, just chatting about life in general. I learned that he'd been in the military from the day he'd graduated from a military academy. His parents supported his career choice and looked forward to him bringing home a man they could love as another son. His father was an aeronautical engineer and his mother was a professor of advanced technology applications (whatever that meant). They loved their work and weren't thinking of retiring anytime soon.
I told him that my parents were both dead and I had no siblings. He had two older brothers and a younger sister. All three were married with children. The brothers were physicians, one a clinical physician, the other a medical researcher. The daughter was a full-time mom, but consulted occasionally with her father.
"Are you on the general's staff or temporarily assigned?" I asked him before the second class started.
"I've been with the general for the last four years. My duties are to teach defectors from your homeland about our ways," he said.
"That sounds like I'm not the first defector, nor anywhere near the front of the line."
He paused a moment to think. "Well, you'll know soon enough, I guess. I've been very busy for these last four years. What had been a trickle has turned into a flood of refugees."
"Did you have Nindor Cordine as a pupil?"
"Oh, yes, but, he has progressed beyond my curriculum and has advanced on to special classes to learn a useful trade. He has another teacher now. In fact, that teacher is his new husband."
"That was fast work," I laughed. Nindor was always one to move quickly when he saw what he wanted. And he was a brilliant student at home, far smarter than I am. It wasn't a surprise that he'd shone so quickly as a star pupil.
The next class quizzed me on my mathematics skills. I felt like an idiot in the class. But, Persid was patient with me. "I'll teach you what you need to know to get along here. Your current level of knowledge is the equivalent of a student in his sixth year, a 12-year old." I groaned. Mathematics was always easy for me, but at 25-years old, I didn't know if I had the brain cells to learn more.
The third class was science. I was fascinated with what he told me. I had some rudimentary knowledge, but most of it was self-taught through observation. He was kind enough not to laugh at my wrong-headed understanding of the world. What these people knew was far beyond anything I'd heard or even dreamed of. I was told that the lights in the sky at night were suns just like our sun, only much farther away. I already knew that. Our world was not the center of anything, except a wobbling axis around which our two moons and the planet revolved. I knew that, too. I always thought that the ridiculously complicated explanations our place at the center of the solar system were pure ignorance and wishful thinking from our religious class. How right I was. And there were other revelations about the natural world of chemicals, ores, metals, man-made materials, plants and animals. We had some of those man-made materials or we wouldn't have been able to build our planes. But, this kingdom had discovered uses for plastics and ceramics for building structures and for the military that we hadn't even dreamed of. I made a mental note to ask Mat about his use of plastics and ceramics in his building business.
After a light lunch, I was assigned reading and homework. He promised to check in on me later in the afternoon to see how I was doing and answer any questions I had and to help me through a workout routine that all military men were expected to complete daily. He had other duties to perform at another location during the rest of the afternoon.
As I was reading my assignment, I made notes of facts that confused me or were at odds with what I'd been taught. I'd like a better explanation as to why his facts were better than mine. I suspected that my facts were religion based while his were based on the observable and provable. I knew I couldn't win the arguments, but I loved to hear him speak and explain so clearly what real truth was, not religious truth.
When he returned in workout clothes, I hit him with a barrage of questions. He smiled. "I see you've done your assigned reading. Good. Let's begin at your first question and go down the list." And so we continued until nearly the dinner hour. I dashed upstairs, put on the most scandalous workout clothes I could find, and returned to the gym in the basement of the palace.
Persid was waiting for me. He checked me out openly, complimenting me on my body, but staring at my dick. As we worked through the machines and free weights, my level of horniness escalated to embarrassing proportions, meaning my dick was hard as steel. In my tight workout clothes, nothing was left to the imagination. Persid was similarly boned-up. As I exercised on a machine, his body pressed against mine or his fingers grazed over my ass, nipples, or bulging crotch. When he demonstrated how to use the machine correctly, I leaned in closely, pressing my body against his. We all be dry humped each other before he called a halt to our workout.
We gleamed with sweat as we left the basement and headed toward my quarters. I asked the major domo if Persid could join us for dinner. As the general and Mat were out this evening, the major domo suggested that we dine in my room. He made suggestions for the menu and we agreed with his selections. I wondered if I should dress for dinner, but as if he read my mind, the major domo suggested that I wear something comfortable for dinner with my special guest.
Persid is about my size, so I suggested that he could shower and change clothes with me before dinner. You can clearly see my ulterior motive and so could he. With a sly grin, he agreed to my transparent plan. As Persid picked up his teaching materials, I quickly asked the major domo to delay dinner until I asked for it. I suggested that it may be a couple of hours before that happened. He smiled knowingly and headed to the kitchen.
I couldn't help myself. I stared at his magnificent body as each article of his workout clothes came off and more of his alabaster skin and rippling muscles were revealed. With only his athletic supporter on, he moved close to me and said, "Perhaps I should help you. You seem to be lagging." He was right. I was so entranced by his sculpted body that I'd removed only my tight, revealing, and sweat-stained workout shorts. Even they were a wet puddle of fabric at my feet, not being freed of my footwear, yet. I smiled self-consciously and blushed deeply. His light touch made my dick spring up to full hardness in a matter of a few seconds. With only my sweat-soaked supporter on, we now matched. With hungry eyes, we pulled off the last article and stood before each other. What a magnificent man, I thought. And he has a dick to match the rest of him. It was as big and long as mine, but very pale. Precum bubbled from the piss slit and reached for the floor.
Quickly, I knelt and licked up the errant strands of precum and engulfed the sponge dick head with my full lips. His fat dickhead jerked and swelled in my mouth as I worked to extract more of his sweet dick drips. He shuddered and pulled me back to my feet. "You're too good at this," he breathed. "I nearly lost it."
"And that would be a bad thing?" I grinned.
"Timing is everything," he replied, matching my smile. He guided me to the bathroom and turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature. After a good rinse and a lot of passionate kissing, he made me promise not to overly stimulate him. "I'm right on the brink of cumming each time you touch me. This has to last at least until we get back to the bed." I complied with his wishes, but it was an intense struggle. If he knew how close I was to pumping out a load, he'd not have been as concerned about his condition.
We finished with our showers in record time. Delaying our need to pump out a load would have resulted in cum spattered shower walls, instead of ass walls or mouths. We couldn't have that.
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