Continues playing along

The thrill of a new sexual adventure wins out over his **** to submit to a man.

"Please Sir, please." he pants breathlessly "I want it so bad, give it to me..."

"Hmm not bad." the man grins "but I'm going to need a bit more persuading than that."

He releases his grip and steps back unfastening his fly, letting his pants fall to the floor. Gary's eyes lock on the bulge in the man's boxers. He can feel his mouth watering and he bites his lips at the prospect of getting a closer look. Without needing to be told he drops to his knees in front of the man. He's close enough to see the outline of the man's erection through the thin material and smell the musky scent of him. He reaches a dainty hand out and pulls down the waistband of the man's shorts. His member pops free the smooth head bobbing just a few inches from Gary's face.

"Oh, my" he breaths "That really something."

Gary isn't sure if the urge to taste it is a product of his own **** desire or some kind of muscle memory that comes with this body but either way the glistening head looks irresistible. He leans forward and allows it slide over his lips, tasting the hard salt flavour of him. Part of him can't quite believe he is on his knees blowing a guy but another much louder part is thrilled when the man groans and tangles his fingers in Gary's hair...