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pole into his mouth he could feel nothing but a strange urgent cry for more, a strange demand
from his own soul to take the huge throbbing cock deep down into his throat so all of
his body could enjoy the taste and feel of it. He shook as he choked back a strange
swirling gagging sound and his eyes closed as his heart willed him on, forced him on to
the strong steady sound of its beat. His legs grew numb as he lowered his head more,
feeling the hard thick flesh sliding slowly into his mouth, forcing his jaw open even
wider, making it ache with a dull throbbing pain and yet he refused to stop, refused to
deny further entry of this pulsing organ. He felt the press of his balls up into his cock root, felt the hard press grow even harder as
he tried to hold back, desperate to let Noah take what he could, but each movement, each
inch that slowly entered the waiting mouth, only drove him wilder, only made him ache
harder as his body was lost to his own control. He was under a spell as his mind saw so
many images flash past that he couldn’t recognize any of them. He felt the tightening
hold of Noah’s lips, felt the iron grip of Noah’s hands deep into his thighs and yet
now he could see it all, see the hesitant way Noah had come down the hallway that first
day, saw the way Noah had looked the first time Dakota had revealed his body to him, saw
the way Noah’s jeans slowly became stained as he stood in Dakota’s presence, all of
it came to him clearly now as his hands beat the wood, his body shaking and squirming to
the slow steady pressure of Noah’s mouth over his penis. His eyes saw the terror in Noah’s face when he had undressed, saw the desire even though
his fear was trying to hide it and as his vision continued to be inundated by these
images, he felt the first tentative lick of Noah’s tongue, the crushed tongue finally
trying to add to the moment. His body arched upwards and he felt his cock slide in a few
inches more, felt Noah’s throat now touching the tip of his cock head and it was that
touch that made him cry out again. It was becoming too much, he knew it, knew that he
wouldn’t be able to last, not this way and his hands flayed outwards, banging onto the
wooden floor when one finger tapped against a small plastic package. The feel of the slippery plastic against his outstretched
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