Mmm, that feels good...

"You better have a damn good idea on what to do with this little problem you caused." You warn him as he frees your cock from its cotton confines. It slaps against his face, and from his chin reaches past his eyebrow, with a girth that would make any man weak in the knees.

"I can think of a few ideas..." He proceeds to trace the underside of your shaft with his tongue, his breath is hot against your engorged member. You shiver with anticipation as you place a hand on his head and guide your manhood into his waiting mouth.

You let out a moan as your ever stiffening penis is now partially enveloped in the mans tight, wet mouth. Despite having been inside this mouth numerous times, you've never thought to ask a name. As sort of an unspoken rule here at the Sunken Staircase names are never exchanged, it's just a palace of desire. The waitress brings your drink over and you tip her from today's pay. You now take massive chugs of ale as the man attached to your crotch is working it over roughly, the ale hitting you hard.

Your moans grow louder as he quickens his pace and takes your cock deeper and deeper into his mouth. With one strong push he forces his nose to touch your pelvis as your cock becomes wholly enveloped in his throat which mixed with the **** sends your head reeling. You throw your head back in pure pleasure and let out a howl as you drench the boys gullet in your cum and hold his head in place, your muscles tensing as you grip his hair. Your thick penis throbbing with long pumps of orgasmic fluid, which he graciously accepts in his mouth, though with a little trouble fitting it all. He does his best to swallow every last drop.

He wipes the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and smiles again. "Looks like it was a pretty good idea..." The room is spinning now, but you feel incredibly relaxed.