Tangled Sheets by Michael T. Ford Page A

senses seemed to have intensified. His fingers brushing my balls were sending bursts of excitement through my belly, and I just wanted to have his tongue on them. “Suck them,” I whispered as best I could, putting my hand on his head and using what was left of my strength to grab a fistful of his black-blue hair in my fingers. Wrapped in my grip, his hair was soft and thick. I spread my legs wider and pushed his face between them until I felt his nose at the base of my cock. His tongue snaked out and tickled my aching nuts, licking in slow circles around first one and then the other.
    Kamo worked his way under my sac and lifted my legs so that he could get at the sensitive area above my asshole. His mouth moved over my skin slowly and deliberately, covering every inch of my flesh with kisses that burned like cold fire. His delicate movements were making me crazy, and I couldn’t wait to see what he had in store for my cock.
    All of a sudden I felt him put one of his fingers, wet with spit, at the opening of my hole. I opened my mouth to ask him what he was doing, but nothing came out. After pressing gently but insistently for a moment, his finger slid inside, my ass muscles closing around its thin length. Kamo fingered me for a minute while his mouth worked on my balls, then he pulled out. Reaching into the pocket of his robe, he removed a string of silver beads. Each one was about half an inch in diameter, and the string was about six inches long.
    I thought he was going to tie it around my balls like a cock ring, but instead he took the first bead and placed it against my hole, pushing it inside easily. He did this with each of the other beads, until the whole string of them was inside my ass and all that was left was a short length of string hanging from my pucker. I didn’t know what the hell he was doing, but it sure felt good. I could feel the balls inside me, moving back and forth as I rocked against the pillows.
    This whole time Kamo was still wearing his robe. Now he knelt with his back to me and let it fall off of his shoulders. My eyes went wide as I saw what he had kept hidden from me. The pure white skin of his back was covered with a tattoo of a dragon. Its head was centered between his shoulders, and its body stretched down toward his buttocks and then disappeared, its tail sweeping around to his stomach. The dragon was covered in thousands of tiny scales, each one shaded in perfectly in blue. The fine lines were etched on his body like veins running just below the skin. The detail was amazing and looked as though it had taken months to complete.
    Kamo turned to me, his eyes oddly bright. “You wished to see something special,” he said. “It is special enough for you?” he asked.
    I stared back at him, unable to move my lips. The dragon’s tail curved around his waist and down his groin, the end disappearing under his balls and circling back up the other side so that the base of his prick was encircled by it. His entire body appeared to be shaved completely smooth, not even a single hair marring his pubic area.
    Kamo stretched himself on top of me, his mouth finding mine, and I pushed my tongue roughly between his lips. Kamo kissed me back, his mouth drawing me in. As he sucked at my tongue, I felt him grind his stomach against my cock, his hairless skin sliding along the pulsing shaft. Reaching down, Kamo moved my hands so that they were cupping his ass, the fingers closed around the curves of his buttocks so that I felt their roundness against my palms. Kamo pressed back against me and ran his mouth over my neck in a rush of hot kisses. His white skin shone out against the sea of blue pillows we were floating in like a strange, delicate fish.
    As I lay under him, the strange paralysis holding me tightly, Kamo moved over my chest, biting softly on my nipples and rubbing his cheek against the hair that covered my pecs. The fact that I could not move my hands to touch him