Promises of the Evening and Questions of the Day

Martin obediently, without delay, obeyed. With one hand holding Martin's head, the other holding his own penis, Steve put the head of his organ into his lover's mouth. Not deep, just to the edge of his tongue and mouth, as if by refusing to penetrate him deeper, he wanted to raise his excitement even more.

But was it still possible? Martin looked like a man dying of thirst in the desert, that someone was holding to keep from drinking from a spring in an oasis.

Slowly, so that Martin wouldn't choke on sudden swallowing, Steve began to release his hold.

Martin let out a groan of relief and immediately took the initiative. He took Steve's buttocks with his hands and he himself began to swallow his lover's swollen masculinity.