As he lifted me off his lap and stood up, his gaze never left me. Simply, "Come here," he commanded. I need your assistance in disrobing.

I loosened the buttons and slid the shirt down off his shoulders. Grasping the buckle of his belt, he slid it off, undid the fly, and stepped out of his underwear. He thrust his cock forward, all firm and fine and prepared.

I had to have it again in my mouth; I couldn't help myself. He laughed, and I found myself involuntary licking my lips. Asserting, "Nope," he corrected himself. Respect the rules. Put your hands back on the slats of the bed, and...