Tangled Sheets by Michael T. Ford Page B

through the fog that had enveloped me increased the longing in my balls, and I wanted to cry out for him to satisfy me.
    Finally, he moved down my belly toward my anxious cock. Without touching it, he placed his lips on the tip, sucking only the head and caressing it with his tongue as he lapped up the stream of sticky fluid that had begun to flow from my slit. Slowly he moved down the length of the shaft. I was amazed that he could get such a thick piece of meat into his small mouth, but he had no trouble. Soon his lips were pushed into my bush, and I was throbbing deep inside him. He moved back up my cock, his throat pulsing around it like a warm hand.
    Kamo began to move quickly up and down my dick, his lips sliding easily over it. Every motion of his mouth felt like a thousand tongues caressing my cock. I felt my balls starting to tighten and knew that if he kept it up I was going to lose my load down his throat before I had a chance to fuck his beautiful ass. Kamo seemed to sense it, too, because he stopped sucking me. Moving up, he straddled my chest, his smooth legs holding me tightly between them.
    His cock was hard now, jutting up and away from his body. It was perfectly formed, the sculpted head round and tapered atop the straight shaft. His balls hung neatly in a sac of smooth skin, and the dragon’s tail curled perfectly around them both. Kamo moved forward so that I could suck his exquisite prick. It slipped in easily until not only the shaft, but the balls as well, were filling my mouth. I sucked hungrily, eating up the delicious flesh that slid in and out of my throat with each movement of Kamo’s thrusts. I let Kamo’s balls slip out of my mouth so that I could feel them against my chin as I blew him.
    As I sucked his cock, Kamo fingered the tight slit of his asshole. He moaned as he slipped one finger in, pushing roughly to get through the small opening. Pulling himself from my mouth, he moved back until his ass was resting against the head of my prick. Feeling the smooth flesh of his buttocks against my aching piece, I almost washed his back with a wave of cum, but I was able to hold back. I didn’t think my big tool would ever get into his tight hole, but he pressed against me until the head of my prick pushed between his ass lips. Slowly I entered him, my head parting the walls of his chute like a boat moving through the sea. I groaned loudly as he surrounded me with his warmth, his tight ass swallowing my meat greedily.
    I looked at Kamo’s face and saw that his eyes were shut tight, a smile crossing his face. He had his hands on my chest, and his fingers tugged gently at my tits while I slid into him. When I was fully inside him, he began to slide back and forth slowly, fucking himself with my dick. I lay beneath him, unable to lift my hands to touch his skin but filled with intense desire as I watched him pleasure himself with my tool.
    As Kamo pumped my cock, something caught my eye, and I noticed for the first time that there was a mirror behind and to the left of where we were lying. A big antique frame sat on the floor, and in the large glass I could see the shadowy form of Kamo riding my prick. It moved up and down with him, my cock disappearing into his tight hole and reappearing as he devoured inch after inch of me. Above me his face was a mask of delight, his eyes and mouth reflecting the pleasure he was feeling deep inside him.
    Looking again in the mirror, I caught my breath. While the outlines of our bodies were barely visible in the shadows, the dragon tattoo on Kamo’s back was sharply defined. Just like the skin of the fish we had eaten, the dragon radiated with a luminous blue light. Each line and curve shone as though coursing with strange blood, seemed in fact to almost move across Kamo’s back. I watched as it pulsed and flowed on his back, the claws scratching at his shoulders, the mouth opening in a silent roar. Kamo seemed to take no notice of what was