Jag’s hands, freed from duty ion the cock, slid easily over Anton’s body, massaging, pressing, brushing, tickling. He knew all of
the right spots to give attention to. When his mouth had carried Anton
beyond any chance of refusing, his fingers explored his anus – tickling the puckered hole till it relaxed. Then an exploring finger entered, searching for the walnut shape that was the prostate gland -
the seat of orgasm. When the shattering, shuddering climax came, that
gland was stimulated from inside and outside. The other hand wrested
the last ounce from the balls as the flood of seminal fluid exploded
from the spunk store, crashing through the prostate, to fly in spasmodic wads up through the straining, surging shaft, filling Jag’s
mouth and throat faster than he could cope with it, and flooding out
down the sides of the pulsing, dying rod. Later Jag licked him completely clean – ready for the companion whom Anton would certainly now
accept to share his bed for the night…

Jag had then taken his clothes off and had lain on his bed reading. After a while he expressed surprise that Anton was still dressed
and asked him if he were feeling cold. He explained that the heating
in the rooms was automatically increased in the later evenings. Anton
had then removed all but his underpants.

It was fairly obvious that Anton had been observing Jag’s body,
and Jag had been trying his best to show his best features without
making it too obvious that he know he was been examined. Clearly Anton
was too virginal to make any overtures, so Jag took the initiative. He
asked Anton if he had had sexual release that day. He stated that he
would be obtaining relief himself with a friend later, but stated that
he would be happy to assist Anton if he required it, and that he would
try to have the another friend fetched so that Anton could have someone to sleep with himself if he desired.

Then he closed his eyes, flicked the light switch, and rolled over
on his side to sleep.
Anton looked towards the door at the sound, then dropped a hand
quickly to his crotch, to flatten his erection and to conceal it? His
hand gripped his weapon. Feverishly he pulled at the unfamiliar zip,
but by the time Klaudio had entered, his penis was still exposed. Anton froze.

Klaudio stood facing the bed, and smiled. With an exaggerated expression of delight, he started to point to the various parts of the
prick, repeating their names. His pointing finger got closer and
closer, but still he did not touch it. As he got very close, Anton’s
hands clutched at the surface of the bed. How long would he bear this
language lesson, before grabbing his tool and stuffing it hastily away
inside his trousers?

Then there were
the jeans and the shorts of all sorts. One of my favorites was a pair made
with soft grey cuordoroy. There would be harder looks, but this number was
perfect for giving the sense of a kind of soft dusky strength to Jon’s
wonderful legs and strong ass. I recall snuggling up into his ass, tracing
his soft and smooth but strong thigh with my hand. Heaven! He would
press his ass down into my face and I would worship, finally pulling down
the veil covering this holy element, communing on his creamy warm bread. I
would divide it carefully and lick the length of the buttery channel,
stopping briefly to give special devotion to his immaculate wet hole.
Meanwhile he would masturbate into a silver altar goblet, turn and tip it
into my open mouth. Somehow his cum was transubstantiated in my mouth,
into a nourishing milk that made me feel at once one with him and yet
subject to his kind but mighty power.

Spreading his legs slightly he pressed down into my face. I smelled
the mustiness, licked his moistness. Gently I unzipped his fly, pushing my
nose and mouth into his wine , pulling him to me as my hands cupped his
marvelous ass. I licked his cock through his silk, it grew at my touch. I
pulled his briefs down below his balls. He pushed my head back, pressed
his cock against my lips, and forced it deep into my throat. I gripped it
with my throat, milking it, yearning to suck his come deep inside of me. I
loved him so.

The plan was for Jon to move in with me. We went shopping together
planning out some of the clothes he would need. First there was the
underwear, thongs, briefs, cock socks. I wanted something that would show
him at his delicious best. I made plans with a jeweler for a special
silver ring, about the width of a thumb. Under his pants it would lift his
balls and push his cock up and out, a ready invitation for a gentle cupping
squeeze or a long thirst satisfying suck. But there would have to be a
special ceremony for presenting him with this treasure