Black Light: Protocol
Excerpt By Shane Starrett
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"I’m sorry, sir. What can I do to please you?”
Galen laughs. He slips a pair of fingers under my chin and lifts my face up. “Well, to start with, you’re naked and I’m not, so you could work on that.”
The words barely leave his mouth, and I’m reaching for his belt. The thought of undressing Galen has gone through my mind more than once tonight, and now that it’s actually happening, I’m doing everything I can to savor the moment. At the same time, my eagerness betrays me as I struggle to get his pants over his shoes—the ones I failed to remove— and as I fight with the mess I’ve created, he chuckles.
“Here, let me help.”
Together we get them off, and I carefully fold the khakis and set everything in a neat pile. He’s unbuttoning his shirt as I finish setting the pants aside, which leaves only one other piece of clothing.
I reach for his underwear.
It’s clear I’m not the only one enjoying this because Galen’s cock catches on the fabric as I work his briefs down. He’s full, hard, and damn, the man is definitely sexy. He hands me his shirt, and I place it with the rest of his clothing. Then he’s standing in
front of me. Naked.
Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
I start to reach for him with my mouth. He’s right there, erect, beautiful, perfect, and it seems the most natural thing in the world to do. It’s something I’ve done for men in far less arousing circumstances than this, and yet...
I stop.
“May I, sir?”
“Yes.” His voice is husky with need.
I take him at the base with my hand and slip my mouth around him.
“Fuck.” The hunger in his voice turns fierce, and the sudden grasp of his hand at the back of my head sends tendrils of delicious pain mixed with pleasure swirling through me.
I work his shaft with my mouth, letting my tongue trace patterns of decadence over skin heated by the blood filling him. I taste his precum, feel the slight jerk as I swirl my tongue around the tip before taking him as deep as I’m able. My throat constricts
as he hits the back of it, but I don’t stop, instead pulling back before plunging down once again. Where I fought to suppress showing him my need, Galen doesn’t. He peppers my actions with growls and ‘fucks’ that let me know exactly how much he’s
enjoying this.
Until he tells me, “Stop.”
I look up at him. Slowly withdrawing his cock from my mouth, immediately relieved and thrilled when I stare deep into eyes that flame with desire.
“On the bed. Now.”
I scramble up and shift onto the mattress as Galen follows close behind me. Before I finish turning, he has me by the hip and flips me onto my back.
“Don’t. Move.” He pins me in place with a fingertip, then slides so he can reach the end table at the side of the bed. A moment later I hear foil tearing, then he’s back, pushing my legs apart as he moves between my thighs.
“Do you want this inside you?” he growls, positioning his cock at my entrance. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes, sir. Please.”
“Good girl. Right answer.” And he drives himself into me.
I arch my back into the thrust. Galen has me by the hips, and the first plunge becomes a second, then a third, until it becomes a steady rhythm as he fucks me into a molten pool.
“Oh, God”—I gasp between the words—“that feels so good.”
“Yes, it does.” He brings his hands up from my waist to plant them on either side of my shoulders as he continues pounding into me.
When I first arrived tonight, I wasn’t sure this is where we’d end up. God knows I thought about it enough times since Black Light, but Galen hadn’t fucked me then, and a part of me thought he might not this evening. I was definitely wrong about that, and I’ve never been so glad. The slap of Galen’s sweat-soaked hips to mine,, his cock swelling inside me, is everything I’ve dreamt of, the reality even better than I could have hoped for.
“Are you going to come?” His eyes bore into mine, his body slamming me into the mattress.
“I... I’m trying not to, sir,” I whimper.
“Don’t,” he orders.
Don’t? He’s out of his mind if he thinks I’m not going to fail that command if he keeps this up.
“Don’t, Alex. Don’t hold back. Let me feel you. Let me feel you come when I do.”
Oh.
“Yes, sir,” I whisper, and I almost do.
He’s close, I’m close, and one of us is going to be first to fall over the edge of the precipice we’re both teetering on, and a part of me wants it to be him. But he’s pushed me almost to the point of that beautiful oblivion, and if he doesn’t come soon I will.
“I’m going to fucking fill you.” His voice is heat, and even though there’s no chance he will with the condom he’s wearing, I understand what he means. A part of me wishes the latex wasn’t there so I could feel it, feel his cum spill inside me and maybe next
time he will if there’s going to be a next time and oh God, he feels so good and--
“FUCK!”
Galen comes.
I match him two seconds later, and the room disappears as I slam my eyes shut and dig my fingers into flesh that soon disappears until there’s only the sound of blood in my ears and the feeling of him inside me.
My ass comes up off the bed, or tries to, as I lift against him while he rams me back down on the mattress. A second thrust pulls me up from the aurora my mind has spiraled into, and I clench my fingers into warm, sweat-slicked flesh before I gasp
and let them open. For a moment we lie unmoving, my body trapped beneath his while he remains sheathed inside me, rigid.
“Holy shit.”
He opens his eyes now, gazing down at me with a look that mirrors everything I’m feeling. I swallow and look back, wanting to capture this moment.
‘Holy shit’ is right. That was better than good.
He shifts, rolling to my side. My heart’s still pounding, chest rising and falling rapidly. I should move, do something, say something, but nothing will come out. I’m completely lost in the moment, and all I’m able to do is lie here staring at the ceiling in blissful exhaustion.
As my breathing finally slows, Galen slips off the bed and heads into the bathroom. A minute passes, and then he returns. I see his dick bobbing as he approaches, the condom gone. I’m about to thank him for everything he’s given me this evening, but
before I can he’s scrambled across the mattress, reaching for me.
“Come here.” His low tone brooks no argument, and he grips my arm and pulls me to him roughly.
“Oof!” He drags me across the covers until I’m cradled against him, my head resting on his chest. He’s sweaty, I’m sweaty, but with his arm curled around me there’s no place I’d rather be right now.
“Alex.” His voice is a comforting rumble as it comes up through him.
“Yes, sir?”
“You’re spending the night here.” It’s not a question. It’s not an order. It’s a simple statement of fact, and there’s not a single part of me that thinks to say anything against it.
“Yes, sir.”
Galen laughs. He slips a pair of fingers under my chin and lifts my face up. “Well, to start with, you’re naked and I’m not, so you could work on that.”
The words barely leave his mouth, and I’m reaching for his belt. The thought of undressing Galen has gone through my mind more than once tonight, and now that it’s actually happening, I’m doing everything I can to savor the moment. At the same time, my eagerness betrays me as I struggle to get his pants over his shoes—the ones I failed to remove— and as I fight with the mess I’ve created, he chuckles.
“Here, let me help.”
Together we get them off, and I carefully fold the khakis and set everything in a neat pile. He’s unbuttoning his shirt as I finish setting the pants aside, which leaves only one other piece of clothing.
I reach for his underwear.
It’s clear I’m not the only one enjoying this because Galen’s cock catches on the fabric as I work his briefs down. He’s full, hard, and damn, the man is definitely sexy. He hands me his shirt, and I place it with the rest of his clothing. Then he’s standing in
front of me. Naked.
Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
I start to reach for him with my mouth. He’s right there, erect, beautiful, perfect, and it seems the most natural thing in the world to do. It’s something I’ve done for men in far less arousing circumstances than this, and yet...
I stop.
“May I, sir?”
“Yes.” His voice is husky with need.
I take him at the base with my hand and slip my mouth around him.
“Fuck.” The hunger in his voice turns fierce, and the sudden grasp of his hand at the back of my head sends tendrils of delicious pain mixed with pleasure swirling through me.
I work his shaft with my mouth, letting my tongue trace patterns of decadence over skin heated by the blood filling him. I taste his precum, feel the slight jerk as I swirl my tongue around the tip before taking him as deep as I’m able. My throat constricts
as he hits the back of it, but I don’t stop, instead pulling back before plunging down once again. Where I fought to suppress showing him my need, Galen doesn’t. He peppers my actions with growls and ‘fucks’ that let me know exactly how much he’s
enjoying this.
Until he tells me, “Stop.”
I look up at him. Slowly withdrawing his cock from my mouth, immediately relieved and thrilled when I stare deep into eyes that flame with desire.
“On the bed. Now.”
I scramble up and shift onto the mattress as Galen follows close behind me. Before I finish turning, he has me by the hip and flips me onto my back.
“Don’t. Move.” He pins me in place with a fingertip, then slides so he can reach the end table at the side of the bed. A moment later I hear foil tearing, then he’s back, pushing my legs apart as he moves between my thighs.
“Do you want this inside you?” he growls, positioning his cock at my entrance. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes, sir. Please.”
“Good girl. Right answer.” And he drives himself into me.
I arch my back into the thrust. Galen has me by the hips, and the first plunge becomes a second, then a third, until it becomes a steady rhythm as he fucks me into a molten pool.
“Oh, God”—I gasp between the words—“that feels so good.”
“Yes, it does.” He brings his hands up from my waist to plant them on either side of my shoulders as he continues pounding into me.
When I first arrived tonight, I wasn’t sure this is where we’d end up. God knows I thought about it enough times since Black Light, but Galen hadn’t fucked me then, and a part of me thought he might not this evening. I was definitely wrong about that, and I’ve never been so glad. The slap of Galen’s sweat-soaked hips to mine,, his cock swelling inside me, is everything I’ve dreamt of, the reality even better than I could have hoped for.
“Are you going to come?” His eyes bore into mine, his body slamming me into the mattress.
“I... I’m trying not to, sir,” I whimper.
“Don’t,” he orders.
Don’t? He’s out of his mind if he thinks I’m not going to fail that command if he keeps this up.
“Don’t, Alex. Don’t hold back. Let me feel you. Let me feel you come when I do.”
Oh.
“Yes, sir,” I whisper, and I almost do.
He’s close, I’m close, and one of us is going to be first to fall over the edge of the precipice we’re both teetering on, and a part of me wants it to be him. But he’s pushed me almost to the point of that beautiful oblivion, and if he doesn’t come soon I will.
“I’m going to fucking fill you.” His voice is heat, and even though there’s no chance he will with the condom he’s wearing, I understand what he means. A part of me wishes the latex wasn’t there so I could feel it, feel his cum spill inside me and maybe next
time he will if there’s going to be a next time and oh God, he feels so good and--
“FUCK!”
Galen comes.
I match him two seconds later, and the room disappears as I slam my eyes shut and dig my fingers into flesh that soon disappears until there’s only the sound of blood in my ears and the feeling of him inside me.
My ass comes up off the bed, or tries to, as I lift against him while he rams me back down on the mattress. A second thrust pulls me up from the aurora my mind has spiraled into, and I clench my fingers into warm, sweat-slicked flesh before I gasp
and let them open. For a moment we lie unmoving, my body trapped beneath his while he remains sheathed inside me, rigid.
“Holy shit.”
He opens his eyes now, gazing down at me with a look that mirrors everything I’m feeling. I swallow and look back, wanting to capture this moment.
‘Holy shit’ is right. That was better than good.
He shifts, rolling to my side. My heart’s still pounding, chest rising and falling rapidly. I should move, do something, say something, but nothing will come out. I’m completely lost in the moment, and all I’m able to do is lie here staring at the ceiling in blissful exhaustion.
As my breathing finally slows, Galen slips off the bed and heads into the bathroom. A minute passes, and then he returns. I see his dick bobbing as he approaches, the condom gone. I’m about to thank him for everything he’s given me this evening, but
before I can he’s scrambled across the mattress, reaching for me.
“Come here.” His low tone brooks no argument, and he grips my arm and pulls me to him roughly.
“Oof!” He drags me across the covers until I’m cradled against him, my head resting on his chest. He’s sweaty, I’m sweaty, but with his arm curled around me there’s no place I’d rather be right now.
“Alex.” His voice is a comforting rumble as it comes up through him.
“Yes, sir?”
“You’re spending the night here.” It’s not a question. It’s not an order. It’s a simple statement of fact, and there’s not a single part of me that thinks to say anything against it.
“Yes, sir.”