“Pump it,” fell out of my mouth, calling to the invisible stud between my legs. “Make me blow, Tal. Don’t be shy.”
And he (me) pumped until a burst of white sticky goo erupted from my cock and decorated his (my) palm
“I’m coming, Tal. I’m shooting. I can’t hold it any longer.”
Come. Explode it. Show me what you got, Joe.
Fingers, providing me with an irreversible wave of excitement. I shivered and moaned with delight as an orgasm swept throughout my center.
Eventually, I opened my eyes and stared at the dark ceiling again. A pool of splatter glazed my stomach and the area between my pecs. Spent, huffing and puffing, still hard between my legs, I drew fingers through the sticky pool of semen, smiled, and whispered in the thick darkness, “I want you, Tal Linear. Honestly, I do.”
“You already have me”, he said in the rolls of my mind, but by then I was dreaming, lost in sleep.Part 3: Detective Work21: Branding 101
August 21, 20—
10:19 A.M.
The Linear Bar