≈ Ch. 6: PAST AND PRESENT ≈
~ The Holy Stone ~
When Jason got up, the next morning, he still felt tired. After all, he’d spend half of the night making Stellan discover the joys of sex, and the second half rolling in bed, terribly aroused, trying to ignore the irrepressible sexual tension in his groin.
And the fortuitous nightly meeting with Aric, the studly Janitor who so often had populated his teen dreams, didn’t help at all keeping in check his repressed libido.
Jason washed himself, put on his tunic and went to the dining hall, to get something to eat. The hall was almost deserted, and when Jason came in, he immediately noticed Aric tidying up one of the tables. For a brief moment their eyes locked, and Jason could clearly spot an unexpressed desire in Aric’s gaze.
Smiling inwardly, Jason asked Boba-Maiii to provide some food, and then moved to sit at the table next to Aric. But before sitting down, he let his spoon fall to the floor, at Aric’s feet.
“I’m so clumsy this morning…” – Jason said feigning the utmost innocence, and crouched in front of Aric, to retrieve the fallen spoon. He found himself exactly where he’d planned, with his face at an inch from the inviting bulge on Aric’s stretch skirt. Jason just wanted to play a bit with Aric, making a lighthearted attempt at raising Aric’s attention, but when he watched Aric’s bulge twitch under the skirt, he felt a fire spreading inside, and his own cock suddenly rose to an irrepressible erection.
Still crouched and unwilling to stand up, lest to reveal his shameful state, he looked up at Aric, blushing. The sight of young Jason with his rosy cheeks and wide eyes, with his lips at an inch to his own crotch, made something click inside Aric, who immediately brought his hand down to his crotch. “Kid… You’re playing with fire…” – he growled in a low voice, not to be overheard – “I kept my promise, I didn’t touch myself last night, but now my cock is killing me… and you’re pushing the blade even deeper. Don’t tease me, I… I can be dangerous, you’d better stay away from me.”
“Forgive me… I shouldn’t have done it…” – Jason murmured, ashamed, and scampered away, doing his best to hide his stiff dick under the tunic.
After breakfast, Jason went to the Antechamber, as he knew that Deimos was about to bring the big Holy Stone he’d found; he was excited also because Archon, the Guardian, had promised to admit him inside the Holy Temple, where the Stones were stored.
Archon was already in the Antechamber, anxiously waiting. “Deimos should be here in a few minutes…” – Archon said, austere as always – “I hope Boba-Maiii accepts and appreciates the Holy Stone, because Eclipse can’t survive for long without His help and support.”
There was a knock on the door and Deimos came in, still wearing the bandages on the wounds caused by the Gryx; he was bringing in his arms a beautiful, big Holy Stone that shone with an inner blue light.
“Good morning, First Husband” – Archon saluted – “and thank you for all you do for our community. I didn’t believe Jason's words, at first, but now I see that he wasn’t just singing your praises: the Holy Stone you bring is the biggest I’ve ever seen! Please, put it down close to the door to the Temple.”
Deimos felt proud of himself, listening to the Guardian’s words, and felt a great affection for Jason for ‘singing his praises’ to his mentor. Deimos placed the Stone down to the floor and respectfully addressed Archon: “I will now take my leaves. Farewell, Guardian. And… farewell, Successor” – he added, looking at Jason with a playful glint in his eyes.
The door closed behind Deimos and Archon looked sideways at Jason: “You and Deimos seem to get along quite well…”. He got no response, but the blush on Jason’s face spoke on his behalf. “I’m happy if you and Deimos have become… close friends. Pales and Darks live an almost separate life, and this is no good for Eclipse. You and Deimos are an example that everyone should follow. But come: we need to bring the Holy Stone into the Temple. Wait! Don’t touch the Stone with your bare hands! Here, take these…”
Archon gave Jason a pair of heavy protective gloves, long enough to cover the entire forearms, and he himself wore another pair. Then opened the door to the Temple, and Jason immediately peeked inside, with his heart thumping hard.
He expected to see a wonderful wide temple, full of Holy Stones and beautifully decorated, but all he could see was a small chamber, all painted in black, faintly illuminated by a trembling crimson red light.
“Boba-Maiii is terribly angry!” – Archon said with urgency – “Quick! Let’s bring the Stone inside!”
They both grabbed the stone, which felt so heavy in their hands, and once more Jason inwardly praised Deimos, who brought the stone all the way from the Nuptial Chambers without apparent effort. Puffing and heaving, Archon and Jason managed to move the Stone to the middle of the small black room, on a square metal plate bolted to the floor.
“Step back!” – Archon warned, and then raised his hands to speak the traditional invocation: “Laudon! O almighty Boba-Maiii, in your infinite wisdom, please accept this little gift from your servants! Rejoice in the beauty of this Holy Stone and bestow again upon us your blessing!”
A faint click and a low whirring echoed in the small black room, and the square metal plate began descending into the underground, quickly disappearing from the men’s sight. After a short while the plate, now empty, moved back up and locked in place.
Jason didn’t dare to even breathe, and looked at Archon, who in turn was anxiously glancing around the room. The crimson rays slowly faded, turned off and a bright, ethereal blue light replaced them.
“Boba-Maiii is happy again!” – Archon exclaimed, visibly relieved – “Isn’t it wonderful, Jason? He accepted our gift!”
“Uhm… yes, Guardian” – Jason replied with a doubtful tone that didn’t go unnoticed to his mentor, who quickly turned around, frowning, and led the way out of the black chamber.
After closing the door to the Temple, Archon asked, seriously: “What did you mean by that, Jason? Go on, speak your mind… which apparently is something that comes easy to you!”
“Guardian… I’m sorry, I sounded disrespectful, but believe me, I never meant to disrespect you. I felt a bit disappointed. The Temple is just a small black room, and Boba-Maiii, who can do anything, can’t find anything better than taking the Holy Stone using a sort of mechanical elevator… It doesn’t seem very… supernatural!”
Archon’s tone softened a bit: “What you just saw wasn’t the Temple, it was just the entrance, where the Holy Stones are taken by Boba-Maiii. As for your second objection… I can’t deny I feel the same disappointment every time I offer a Stone. All I can say is that Boba-Maiii accepts the Stone, it makes him happy, and Eclipse can go on living its life. If there’s another explanation… I don’t know it. I don’t blame you for your doubts, my dear Jason; they can be your secret weapon. I’m only afraid they can mislead you. Don’t refuse things only because you don’t understand them. And remember that out there” – Archon concluded, pointing his chin toward the main door – “there are a lot of people who believe in Boba-Maiii. They need to believe in him, and Eclipse needs them to believe, or it would fall into anarchy.”
Jason nodded, pondering on the Guardian’s words, and replied: “I understand your point, Archon. I’ve always been respectful and cautious, and I’ll go on acting this way. I won’t let my doubts mislead me.”
~ Adam and Eve ~
Archon shot a fatherly smile and turned around, to go away, but Jason called him: “Archon, please, can you spare me some minutes? You promised to tell me something about the history of Eclipse, and you mentioned the story of Adam and Eve…”
“Adam and Eve, yes…” – the Guardian said thoughtfully, sitting at the desk and gesturing to Jason to take a seat, too.
“It all happened more than three centuries ago. Eclipse was thriving, back then, it was full of industrious men and women, both Pales and Darks, who lived in harmony. Eclipse is much bigger than you may think: there are vast areas now fallen in disuse because we’re just a small bunch of people, but back in the day Eclipse was bursting with life.”
“I don’t know exactly why, but one day Boba-Maiii got terribly angry, the entire Eclipse turned red, and people began running in all directions, in panic, trying to soothe Boba-Maiii’s anger, but He was merciless, and started killing the Eclipsians, one by one. Thousands of people died that day, and Boba-Maiii took their corpses as soon as they fell onto the ground. It was a massacre. Suddenly Eclipse was deserted: no one walked its hallways anymore, no one had lunch in the dining hall, no one slept in the Pales’ Quarter or in the Nuptial Chambers.”
“But in the furthermost corner of the Youngsters’ Room, two terrified kids were hiding from Boba-Maiii’s fury, and miraculously survived. They were Eve, an eight-year-old Dark girl, and Adam, a three-year-old Pale boy. The kids stood in their hidden corner for a couple days, too scared to come out, but in the end Eve, who was the elder and felt the responsibility of nurturing Adam, cautiously moved to the dining hall to fetch some food. She’d seen the older Pales asking for food at the Altar, and she spoke the invocation and begged Boba-Maiii to provide something to eat. And Boba-Maiii heard Eve’s plea.”
“After feeding Adam and eating something herself, they gathered their courage and left the Youngsters’ Room, to venture into Eclipse. They wandered across the entire base, but they couldn’t find anyone. They were alone.”
“Eve was a Dark, and though young, she knew what the Darks’ role in Eclipse was; so, she ventured outside and gathered fruits, captured small animals and miraculously avoided the bigger ones. They were just two kids, they didn’t need much food, and thanks to Eve’s efforts, they managed to survive.”
“Keeping Boba-Maiii happy was not easy, because often the lights of the Altars turned red, and Boba-Maiii refused to help them. But Eve’s father once showed her a small Holy Stone, and told her that he found it while digging outside; so Eve ventured outside again, and luckily found a couple Stones. I don’t know how she guessed that the Stones had to be offered to Boba-Maiii at the entrance of the Temple; his father was one of the most valiant Darks, and probably had brought the Stones many times to the Antechamber.”
“Time went by, years after years. Adam and Eve became adults, and soon discovered more… intimate ways to play. Eve got pregnant, had a baby, then another one, and in the next decades their offspring populated Eclipse again.”
“Adam was the first Guardian, of course; it was him who stated that each woman had to get five loads from different men, to help the genes mix up, so as to avoid inbred children. This is why, still today, none of us really knows who his father is. Adam took his eldest son as his Successor, teaching him their story. The son, in turn, taught the story to another young Successor… and here we are, with me telling you what happened in these very halls many many years ago.”
Jason looked at Archon with wide eyes. What an incredible story! Two small kids surviving against all odds the massacre, and then fighting day by day to stay alive, all alone, without any adults taking care of them…
The story was very dramatic, but Jason felt there was more. Such dramatic events cannot happen without a cause, or without consequences. As for the cause of the sudden death of all the Eclipsians, it was difficult to say. It was hardly Boba-Maiii’s wrath that killed so many people, anyway.
But one consequence of such a disaster hit Jason’s mind like lightning…
“Archon… Do you understand the implications of what you just told me? Two young kids suddenly find themselves alone, without any adults to support them, without anyone to teach them…”
“What do you mean?” – Archon asked gravely.
“Don’t you see it? The entire knowledge of the Eclipsians got lost with their sudden death! At eight years of age a kid knows almost nothing, no one still had the time to teach Eve anything, much less to Adam! She remembered some of the adults’ daily actions, like invoking Boba-Maiii to get help, but they were kids, everything looked supernatural to them! And this is what they taught to their own children…”
Archon frowned and shook his head: “I’m not going to believe that Boba-Maiii’s is a creation of Eve’s fertile fantasy! After all, if Eve just copied the adults, when they pleaded with Boba-Maiii for food or anything else, it means that the adults already confided in Boba-Maiii to get support!”
“I’m sorry, Guardian” – Jason meekly said, lowering his gaze – “I didn’t mean to upset you or disrespect Boba-Maiii. I only gave voice to my inappropriate thoughts…”
“No, Jason, I’m sorry for snapping at you. Your way of thinking out of the schemes sometimes unsettles me, but it’s precious, and I want you to always give voice to your thoughts… down to the most ‘inappropriate’ ones. Only, keep in mind that what we say to each other in the secrecy of the Antechamber, we can’t say in public. This is very important, do you understand that?”
“Absolutely. Trust me, Guardian. And since we’re… in the secrecy of the Antechamber, please tell me: have you ever crossed the door leading to the actual Temple? Have you ever seen it?”
“Never! We’re not pure enough to face Boba-Maiii! He’d kill us on the spot!” – Archon exclaimed, almost scared, but then a doubtful frown appeared on his face and added: “Or anyway… this is what every Guardian always taught to his Successor…”
Jason couldn’t restrain an affectionate smile, seeing that doubtful expression on Archon’s otherwise austere face. His gaze moved a little down, to admire Archon’s chiseled abs, through the opening of the cooler tunic he wore since the temperature in Eclipse started rising, when Boba-Maiii got angry.
“Too bad Boba-Maiii is not angry anymore…” – Jason said, standing up and moving closer to Archon; and when the Guardian shot at him a puzzled glance, he added with an honest smile: “This means that I won’t be able to admire your sculpted physique anymore, once you revert to your usual long tunic…”
“You’re dangerous, kid, you know that?” – Archon joked, looking back at his young, virile pupil with a penetrant gaze that sent a shiver course through Jason’s spine.
~ Teen dreams, adult desires ~
Jason left the Antechamber, heading to his own room. He felt uneasy. Last night he joked with Stellan, asking if he was a bit slutty, but honestly, Jason was starting to believe he really was.
After all, he’d sucked Deimos, drinking his seed, and let Deimos masturbate him to orgasm; and then he had oral sex with Stellan, ending with drinking his manly juice, as well. While still having Stellan’s sperm on his face, he tried to seduce Aric, the sexy janitor, and the morning after he did it again, in the dining hall!
And if it wasn’t enough, Jason had just flirted with his mentor moments before, despite the wide age difference and ignoring their special teacher/pupil relationship.
«Fuck…» – Jason thought, ashamed of his own behavior, and walked toward the Pales’ Quarters.
Entering the deserted dining hall, he immediately spotted Aric, mopping the floor around the tables, and couldn’t tear his gaze off Aric’s extremely hairy and muscular body, the sexy scruff on his face and the big bulge protruding from his stretch skirt. Aric, feeling observed, raised his gaze, and Jason blushed.
Ostensibly ignoring him, Aric turned around and disappeared in the hallway leading to the bedrooms, to take a much-deserved break before the lunch rush. After a few moments, Jason headed himself to the hallway, reaching his own bedroom. Luckily, Stellan was not there.
He threw himself onto his bed and grunted, under his breath: “Fuck! What’s wrong with me? Until a few days ago I could keep myself in check, I still dreamt of laying a woman, one day, and never wasted my seed! And now… look at me, as soon as I see a man, any man, of any age, I start drooling!”
Despite the apparent puzzlement and the deep shame, Jason had just asked himself the right question: what did happen recently, to make him change so deeply? The first, obvious answer was that he became Deimos’ helper; and putting his hands, for the first time, on an icon of virility like Deimos made him discover how much he felt attracted to men. He still remembered the shameful erection he got, just brushing his hands on Deimos’ chest!
But there was more: the excitement he felt the first time he saw Deimos, in the Alcove with Pearl, hitting his climax. The deep growl of pleasure, the black muscles stiffening, the powerful thrust into Pearl’s pussy, to breed her with his manly seed… And later on, when Jason himself brought Deimos to an excruciating orgasm, sucking his wondrous cock, he felt exhilarated for the joy of giving such a great pleasure to his man.
Yes, Jason couldn’t deny it anymore: what really ignited a fire inside him was to give pleasure to another man! And when he himself, under Deimos’ caring touch, experienced the ecstasy of the orgasm, he felt he had a mission: to grant such breathtaking pleasure to the men he felt attracted to.
And no, he wasn’t really a slut, and he wasn’t really attracted by just any man of any age: as a matter of fact, he had no interest whatsoever in most of the adult Pales in Eclipse, not to mention the Dark co-husbands, who repulsed him. But Stellan, his handsome young roommate, was different: they shared a tight bond that went back to their childhood; and Deimos, of course, who in Jason’s eyes was everything a man should be.
And Aric. Damn, how many times Jason had dreamt of Aric, since he was a teen! Back then, Jason refused to understand, but now his mind was clear: he felt attracted to Aric, irresistibly attracted! It was not a sentiment of affection or respect: it was pure sexual attraction! Aric exuded sex with every move, even while tidying up or mopping the floor. His thick chest hair and his scruff were like sirens’ songs, and the huge bulge hiding under his skirt was a promise of raw, unremorseful sex, no strings attached.
How many boundaries Jason had just crossed, by doubting Boba-Maiii and his law, by convincing himself and the Guardian that men could mutually share their seed, by bringing Stellan into the wondrous world of sexual pleasure! He hadn’t crossed so many boundaries for nothing: he was a man who liked men and wanted to give pleasure to them, and there was nothing wrong with it! Period!
With a determined spring in his steps, he leapt off the bed and crossed the short span of hallway that separated his room from Aric’s. It was about time he pursued his own desires… hoping that they met Aric’s ones.
Jason cautiously opened Aric’s door and peeked inside: Aric was sprawled on his bed, naked, soundly sleeping. He tiptoed to the bedside and stood for a moment there, scanning with lustful eyes Aric’s masculine, enticing body.
He was so enthralled in Aric’s sexiness that his gruff voice startled him: “You shouldn’t be here, kid.”
“I’m not a kid, I’m a man.”
“So I see…” – Aric commented, glancing at Jason’s dick, making a tent under his tunic – “But I told you, I’m not the right man for you. I’m not a caring lover, I don’t give a fuck about mushy shit and all that warming-up stuff. Go away, kid…”
Jason didn’t go away; instead, he moved closer and sat on the edge of the bed, looked straight at Aric and sank his fingers into his thick chest hair. “As I said, I’m not a kid. I’m a man…”
~ A walk on the wild side ~
Aric didn’t move a muscle and didn’t say a word. He just looked defiantly at Jason, waiting to see how far he would’ve gone.
Jason took his time, at first: he was finally living his teen dream, and feeling Aric’s sexy body under his fingers was incredibly exciting. He carefully explored the bulging pecs, covered by a forest of black hair that went up almost to the neck and the shoulders. Aric’s meaty nipples were turgid and inviting, and Jason gently rolled them between his fingertips and flicked his nails on them, making Aric growl and arch his chest in response.
Then he traced with his fingers the deep ridge between Aric’s abs, following the dense treasure trail leading to his crotch, where his cock was swelling proud. Jason looked at it with a mix of reverence and desire: it was… a cock with the capital C, thick, veiny, with a long foreskin loosened by years of intense use. No wonder there, as Aric had revealed that he indulged in wanking his meat as much and as frequently he felt to. It was a cock that exuded experience, confidence and raw sexiness.
Jason grabbed it with firmness, to show Aric he was no kid and he knew what to do with a cock; after all, he was the helper of the First Husband for a reason! The tight fist began moving up and down on the stiff shaft, reaching up to the wide crown, making the foreskin brush against the sensitive skin. The pre-cum oozing from the piss slit was all the lube a cock like that needed to enjoy a good massage.
Aric squirmed a bit, as if he needed more than that; so, Jason reached out to the hairy ball sac and rolled the big balls between his fingers, gently squeezing and pulling them. A sudden thought flashed in Jason’s mind: how much manly essence those balls must’ve produced so far! How many times those balls had tightened, in the throes of the orgasm! Aric looked like a manly hero to Jason, a hero who’d chosen the wild path of pleasure, instead of the dull path of obedience, silently fighting for his right to masturbate and shoot his seed as much as he wanted!
A man like that, with a cock like that, deserved a five-star service, and Jason went for it. While stroking Aric’s cock with a tight grip and occasionally rolling his fist around the prominent crown, he leaned down to his chest and started kissing and licking the hairy pecs, searching with his mouth the meaty nipples. His tongue, lips and teeth became a hurricane that assaulted the stiff meat cones, titillating, squeezing, biting and sucking with abandon. And whenever Aric seemed to relax, Jason moved to the other nipple, making Aric squirm and moan loud again.
Jason licked and lapped Aric's upper body everywhere, the vast chest, the armpits damp with sweat, the neck with its beautiful bulging Adam’s apple, the stubbly jaws, and then back down to the chiseled abs, the belly button, the wiry pubes. Aric had made it clear, he was a demanding lover, and Jason gave all he had to give, to grant him the greatest pleasure.
But his pride took a hard blow when Aric growled: “Fuck, is this all you can do? I told you I don’t give a fuck to this mushy stuff! Come here!”
Aric grabbed Jason by his arm and pulled him astride his chest; and while holding him tight against his torso, he reached out to Jason’s marble buttocks and took a handful of it.
Jason froze, hoping that Aric didn’t mean… didn’t want… But Aric wanted it, and it was more than clear when his rough fingers began exploring the deep groove of Jason’s ass, quickly finding their target, Jason’s tight virgin hole.
Jason tried to sneak out of Aric’s grip, but he couldn’t, and held his breath while the greedy fingers circled his back entrance, increasing the pressure on the anal ring, trying to force it open.
“NO!” – Jason screamed, wriggling furiously and finally getting free from Aric’s strong arms; he hurriedly scrambled back, between Aric’s legs, and shook his head: “You can’t ask me that. I’m a man, for fuck’s sake! No man would let you violate their most sacred place!”
Aric let out a deep chuckle: “You’d be surprised at how many men willingly opened for me their backdoor… If you’re so jealous of your man-hole, OK, your loss. But look at what you’ve done, kid!” – he added pointing at his own throbbing cock – “You gonna do something about it, or what? Is your mouth only good to give sissy kisses? If you’re the man you claim to be, then suck my cock good, like a man!”
Jason, a bit ashamed, but still determined to make Aric howl for pleasure, immediately lowered his head onto the rock-hard rod and engulfed it with his mouth. He didn’t miss that Aric could’ve well taken what he wanted by force, being twice as big as him, but had restrained his instinct. Such a noble act couldn’t be repaid with a sloppy blowjob, so Jason did his best to suck hard, press his lips on the thick shaft, roll his tongue around the engorged glans and create a vacuum to make the wondrous cock even more sensitive.
He wasn't an expert in the oral department: after all, he’d sucked a man’s dick only twice in his life; or maybe three, including the very first time he did it with Deimos, but that was more a deep kiss than a real blowjob. And yet, he knew that the passion he was putting in giving Aric the best service ever was enough to make the manly janitor happy.
He was not. He squirmed for a while, tilting his hips to go deeper, but it clearly wasn’t enough for him. “Fuck, you said you were a man! Then suck it like a man!!” – Aric bellowed, and roughly pushed Jason’s head all the way down to his pubes, forcing him to take the whole thick member down his throat, to the hilt. “Yeah…! That’s it, kid! This is how a man sucks another man!”
Jason gurgled and choked on the massive cock brutally stretching his throat; he’d done that a couple times, slowly and cautiously, but Aric’s forceful push took him by surprise. He instinctively reached out to Aric’s torso and grasped his thick body hair, to tell him that it was too much, too soon!
An imperious hand pulled Jason’s head up, letting him draw a few ragged breaths. “Get ready, boy” – Aric growled in his deep, masculine voice – “because there’s… MORE!!”
Jason was forced again onto the demanding cock, but this time, at least, he knew what to expect, and did his best to take the thick meat down his throat more gracefully. Because deep inside he craved that cock, he craved to give Aric the greatest pleasure he could give him; he’d denied him his ass, the least he could do was to yield to his man all the rest, without holding back anything.
He didn’t fight, he didn’t resist, he let Aric take control of his head and shove it down onto the greedy cock, over and over, in a crescendo of moans and lewd comments. Jason adjusted to the hectic pace, and coped with the forceful throat fuck, but when he felt Aric tense for the upcoming climax, he got scared.
Taking every little chance to breathe, Jason filled his lungs with air just in time: with a roar Aric pushed down Jason’s head to his pubes and thrust his hips to go even deeper into the guy’s throat; without releasing his steely grip, the muscled janitor let out a beastly roar and shot rope after thick rope of thick man juice straight down Jason’s throat.
Despite feeling short of hair, Jason brushed his fingers on Aric’s abs, pressing on his groin to increase the pleasure, and was rewarded by more loud grunts of wild pleasure. The feeling of Aric’s cock pulsating into his throat was mind-blowing, and witnessing the experienced man living an explosive orgasm made him feel happy and proud.
At long last, Jason felt the strong hands let go of his head, and he immediately recoiled, breathing hard. He felt dizzy, both for the long apnea and for the intensity of what had just happened.
He raised his gaze to Aric, hoping to spot a satisfied grin on his face, but was surprised to see him shyly lower his eyes: “Fuck, kid… Forgive me… I was carried away… I told you I’m dangerous, but you didn’t listen to me…!”
Jason scrambled up and lay on Aric’s hairy chest. “And I told you I’m a man, not a kid. I knew you were a man with strong needs, and I got what I craved for: making you howl for pleasure. I wanted to take a walk on the wild side and I did. But in the end, I couldn’t go all the way. I couldn’t give you what you wanted from me…”
“No, don’t say that. You don’t give your ass to the first man who asks for it. It’s a special gift that few men are ready to give, and even fewer deserve to get.”
Jason’s eyes were two lakes of affection and admiration when he spoke. “You… You’re one of the few men who deserve that. You populated my teen dreams… and even some of my adult ones, but… I’m not ready to give you such a gift. I don’t know if I’ll ever be. Quite selfish of me, uh?”
“Selfish you say?” – Aric chuckled, gently grinding his hips against Jason’s – “I’m spent, drained, totally satisfied, but I feel your dick still rock-hard and full of youthful desire. You gave it all, even more than you were ready to give, and asked for nothing. And this isn’t fair…”
Without apparent effort, Aric took Jason bodily and rolled on the bed, making the guy lie on his back; and then scrambled down, between Jason’s legs, looking at him with a mischievous smirk.
And then Jason watched with wide stunned eyes the man of his wet dreams, the most commanding and dominant man he’d ever met, lowering his manly bearded mouth onto his dick and effortlessly taking it all to the last inch…
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