scars

Sexual Healing
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I stroked Otis’s cock eliciting a soft moan from him. The drugs were already working on him. I bent my head down to kiss at his neck, his body tensing with my movements. The thrill of it all drove me to nip at his throat. He gasped and moaned. I slid from under him to sit gently on top of him. I moved carefully not to hurt any of his injuries. I kept making mental notes of what actions got the best response out of him. I raked my nails across his chest; he arced his body but cried out when the stitches in his back were pulled. Oddly enough it seems that the pain turned him on even more. I ground my hard cock onto his beautiful erect manhood. I couldn’t stand to keep my pants on any longer. I tore at the fly and ripped them off of my body. I yanked the flannel shirt over my head. Fuck, it felt like a dream writhing next to Otis. Even in his weakened state I could sense his serpentine power; raw, dangerous, but so hot. I caressed my hands over his body feeling the musculature of his stomach and sides, raking my nails down his flanks. I ran my tongue up the center of his chest ending at his throat. He whimpered softly. His eyes were barely open in the candlelight but I could see them burning like molten fire. I kissed down his body and and took his cock in my mouth making him cry out loudly into the still house. Now there was no going back, everyone knew exactly what was going on in the room. When a man has all of his blood fueling one of his heads he is never thinking with the other one. I drove his cock down into my mouth, swallowing hard as he cried out. Otis wheezed and finally grasped my hair. Feeling his touch made my cock throb against the sheets. I gently slid a finger into his tight ass. He ground his head hard into the pillow and whined. God damn was he tight, his white body was trembling with a mixture of pleasure and pain as a moved in and out of him. I was bringing him to the brink of experience as he grappled with sensations while being in the euphoria of painkillers. He whipped his head from side to side. I came up for air and to rest for a moment. Seeing him pale in the candlelight: helpless, enrapt in pleasure, I was holding complete control over him. My cock throbbed again so hard it demanded my attention. I reached down between my legs and began to stroke myself. Otis clenched a handful of bed sheets and ground his teeth; I smiled knowing I had just found his spot inside of him. I went back in for the kill, taking his hard member in my mouth. I had never done this before but I had watched plenty of Mama’s clients come over and had a pretty good idea of what felt good. Apparently I was a natural. My thoughts fell away as I realized that I was getting ready to cum. A thrill ran through my body as I realized Otis’s cries were getting more frequent and he had begun bucking his hips despite the blaze of pain that must have run through his body from his wounds.

“R.J.!” Otis screamed, wildly clenching my hair. All of the sensations sent me over the edge plus hearing him scream my name sent liquid fire through my veins. I pumped his cock with my mouth moaning hard as my own cum coated my free hand. I could feel the last of his seed running down my throat when my thoughts had returned to me. I gently withdrew my finger from his tight hole. His breath was slowing and he was as exhausted as I was. His features were serene in the candlelight. I used the washcloth to clean the both of us up. I pulled Otis back into my arms, noticing him wince. I looked down at the sheets to see blood. Shit. He had pulled some of his stitches, Grandpa would be pissed. I stroked his hair as our hearts slowed together. As he was dosing off I leaned in and gently kissed him. Despite exhaustion and blood loss he kissed me back passionately. We looked into each others eyes until a few minutes later he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

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