Room for Improvement - Male-Male

You try to look away, but you can't. It won't let you. Your eyes are drawn towards that strange, almost pulsating core, glittering and shining with every colour of the rainbow - and then some. It speaks to you, beckoning your focus inwards, guiding it like a soft mother's touch in towards the shining core that, you know, will hold your will locked within it as surely as if you yourself were trapped in a cell. But you can't look away.

Not even as your shirt is lifted over your head, momentarily obscuring it from your line of sight. You just see that shimmering core right through the fabric.

Not even when you're pushed back on the small couch chair so that your pants can be removed, revealing your already erect length.

Not even when your underwear is removed, revealing you in your fullness to him.

You don't even look away as it slips like a rainbow about in the air before you, pointing your eyes at whatever it wants you to see like a laser-sight in the blackness of night, the crystal oval capturing your every thought. You don't look away as it drops downwards to rub itself against your length, sliding effortlessly up and down your shaft as if it's trying to get closer to you through it. You don't look away even another hand, one without a perfect crystal form in its fingertips, begins to slide up and down your length. You just keep staring at the crystal.

When you feel the cool, wet lips meet your tip and part around it, you let out a sigh, because you know it's your reward for giving in so totally to the gem in his hand. You know it's only using him to reward you for your obedience, and knowing that makes you feel insanely warm and tingly, as if a child again hiding under the covers. It makes you want it more and more with every moment that passes, and as his mouth slips around your head, sliding slowly down over you, you know that the only thing you want now more than anything is for him to continue.

And he does.

Over, and over and over again his hand slides along your length while he works your tip in his mouth, never once stopping the motion of that captivating gemstone in his free hand, always holding it so that you can see the core within without obstruction. He works you, faster and faster, his mouth descending lower and lower and his free hand working anything not buried between his lips, and when you begin to feel the explosion building up at your base, you know it's your reward for giving in so totally to the gem in his hands.

And then you explode, and keep exploding, and everything turns to light in your mind, and everything turns to tender vibrating sensations in your body, and all you are for the next minute is an expanding mass of shining, glittering colours with no presence left to know how much time has passed or where you are anymore. Only you and the crystal giving you the gift of orgasm remain, and you willingly, readily welcome its reward for your subservience.

When finally you return to earth once more, you're panting, sweaty, and smell of ejaculation. You're slumped down in the chair, naked and hot, the fabric warm against your back, your muscles pulsating, your cock rock hard in his rough fingertips, the sensation of his impossibly sensual mouth still fresh around you. Eventually, when your vision clears and you can focus again, you see him standing naked before you, his own erection standing firm and tall right in front of you, waiting for you.

You don't think. You don't need to. No decision you've made in your life has been as clear as this moment - in fact, this isn't even a choice. You know what you're going to do before you even do it.

Sitting up and leaning in, you take his ready length your mouth and begin to show him what the crystal showed you, using your mouth to repay him the joy you just received. When you feel him begin to tense inside you and as his warmth begins to flow across your tongue warm and thick and satisfying your need to pleasure him as your thanks, you know you've done a pretty good job.

But after how perfect he made you feel, there's always room for improvement.