A Small Experiment
anonymous
June 2 2011, 00:22:49 UTC
John lay on his back, head propped up so he was looking down his own naked body. He tried not to squirm as his fully clothed flatmate clambered over his hipbone, nearly slipped and slid down his inner thigh, and crawled on all fours towards his junk.
The only thought in John's mind was: Why, why am I so hard?
What made it worse was that this new, miniature version of Sherlock was clearly fascinated by John's erection. Once Sherlock's tiny black shoes had found footing in John's tangled pubic hair, he stood examining the shaft closely. He put both hands on the foreskin, gripped it, and tugged downward. John groaned at the sensation.
"You find that stimulating," Sherlock observed. His tiny baritone ought to have been comical, but instead it made John shiver.
"Allow me to conduct a small experiment," Sherlock purred, easing closer. His slender little body bumped into the shaft and John saw his hips circle against it once, twice, harder and harder.
Oh, God. John clutched the bedclothes to keep from writhing. If he moved too much he would probably hurt his tiny friend somehow, and all he wanted at the moment was to watch Sherlock gyrate against him forever.
Sherlock hooked his spindly legs around John's cock and somehow--God knows how--twirled around it. John gaped as Sherlock spun, lowered himself gracefully to John's belly, and ground his crotch against the shaft once more.
It took only a few minutes of grinding and whirling before John came, struggling not to shake, moaning Sherlock's name.
When he opened his eyes, he found a very wet little man standing at the base of his sternum, glaring at him.
"You ruined my suit," Sherlock informed him. His dark curls were plastered to his minuscule head and a blob of white cum hung pendulously from the tail of his suit jacket. The overall effect made John want to giggle instead of apologising. John was careful not to giggle, however, as he didn't want to send Sherlock tumbling off.
Instead. John carefully folded his friend into his hands and sat up. "Let me give you a washing off," he suggested, and Sherlock's tiny eyes went wide at the sight of John's tongue.
The only thought in John's mind was: Why, why am I so hard?
What made it worse was that this new, miniature version of Sherlock was clearly fascinated by John's erection. Once Sherlock's tiny black shoes had found footing in John's tangled pubic hair, he stood examining the shaft closely. He put both hands on the foreskin, gripped it, and tugged downward. John groaned at the sensation.
"You find that stimulating," Sherlock observed. His tiny baritone ought to have been comical, but instead it made John shiver.
"Allow me to conduct a small experiment," Sherlock purred, easing closer. His slender little body bumped into the shaft and John saw his hips circle against it once, twice, harder and harder.
Oh, God. John clutched the bedclothes to keep from writhing. If he moved too much he would probably hurt his tiny friend somehow, and all he wanted at the moment was to watch Sherlock gyrate against him forever.
Sherlock hooked his spindly legs around John's cock and somehow--God knows how--twirled around it. John gaped as Sherlock spun, lowered himself gracefully to John's belly, and ground his crotch against the shaft once more.
It took only a few minutes of grinding and whirling before John came, struggling not to shake, moaning Sherlock's name.
When he opened his eyes, he found a very wet little man standing at the base of his sternum, glaring at him.
"You ruined my suit," Sherlock informed him. His dark curls were plastered to his minuscule head and a blob of white cum hung pendulously from the tail of his suit jacket. The overall effect made John want to giggle instead of apologising. John was careful not to giggle, however, as he didn't want to send Sherlock tumbling off.
Instead. John carefully folded his friend into his hands and sat up. "Let me give you a washing off," he suggested, and Sherlock's tiny eyes went wide at the sight of John's tongue.
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Oh, anon, ILU &hearts
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I also love that Sherlock's idea of experimentation involves pole dancing. You rock, anon :D
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