Life on Mars Anonymous Pornfest II - The Porn Bites Back
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‘Don’t cheat,’ said Gene. ‘Breathe it in.’
Sam straightened his shoulders, and inhaled, holding the cigarette tightly just in front of the filter. He felt the surprising rush of nicotine fizzing through his veins, stripping his nerve endings raw and spurring on his heart rate. Gene was looking at him almost ferally, his eyes alight at the display.
Sam took another drag.
‘Don’t let it out this time,’ said Gene. And Sam held his breath.
‘I feel a bit sick,’ said Sam in a strained, close-throated voice.
‘Shut it, you great Jessie,’ said Gene, gripped Sam behind the ears and pulled his head so that they were face to face, their mouths about five inches from each other. ‘Don’t let it out yet,’ he said, watching Sam’s cheeks flush red as he swallowed back the smoke.
Then Gene opened his mouth and leaned in close, so that his mouth was nearly touching Sam’s. He moved his fingers down to tease Sam’s jaw open.
‘Now,’ he said. ‘Now let it out.’
Sam opened his mouth, and was about to let out his breath in a gush of ecstatic relief, when the sight of Gene’s close, slightly-open mouth made him pause, and then let out the smoke ever so slowly, so that just a trickle of it snaked out from between his parted lips.
Gene opened his mouth a little wider, tilted his head slightly to the right and let the tendril of smoke curl into his own mouth. Sam let another wisp of smoke escape from his lips, and Gene let that creep into his mouth as well and sit on his tongue. Gene rolled the taste around in his mouth for a moment, and then breathed in, only to breathe back out, sending the diminished mouthful of smoke back into Sam’s mouth, tasting slightly of Gene. Gene took the burnt-out cigarette from Sam and reached blindly behind him to drop it into an empty whiskey glass, then pulled back, fumbling for another fag and lighting it hurriedly. He took a lungful of smoke and moved back in, covering Sam’s mouth with his own, sealing his lips against Sam’s to create a little airtight chamber full of the taste of tobacco and tongues. Sam sucked on Gene’s mouth, swallowing the smoke, and then released Gene with a ‘pop,’ accepting the cigarette from Gene, leaning back against the headboard and beginning to smoke languidly and with relish, as though he’d done it all his life. Gene sat back on his haunches, watching him.
‘Gorgeous,’ said Gene. ‘Fucking gorgeous.’ Then he pulled Sam’s legs apart, knelt between them, dragged Sam’s trousers and y-fronts down to his knees and took his hot, hard erection deep into his throat.
‘Aaaah!’ said Sam. ‘You’ve never done that before!’
Gene pulled off.
‘And I never will again, Gladys, if you don’t keep your trap shut.’ He took him back into his mouth.
Sam continued to draw on the cigarette until it was burned almost down to the filter, and Gene watched the cherry flare again and again, keeping his eyes on that focal point as he sucked on Sam. When Sam came, he dropped the lit fag onto his chest accidentally, crying out in shock as the red-hot tip bit into his skin. Gene didn’t want Sam to come in his mouth, and pulled back when he heard the shout, receiving the spray of Sam’s cum across his right cheek, thicker, warmer and more glutinous than shaving foam.
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