Reality 2

Mark’s dreamy eyes fluttered open, the opulent royal bedchamber dissolving around him like mist in the wind. The vivid fantasy slipped away, leaving him blinking in confusion as he tried to anchor himself back to reality. The sexual dream had felt far too real—the plush velvet drapes, the silk sheets, the breathtakingly curvaceous version of Max on her knees… it had all been so lifelike that for a moment he wasn’t sure where the fantasy ended and the real world began.

The carriage was still rolling smoothly along, but something was wrong. There was no clatter of wooden wheels on cobblestones, no rhythmic thud of hooves, no distant murmur of city life filtering through the windows. The silence inside the compartment was absolute, heavy and intimate, as if the entire outside world had been muted. Max’s silence spell was still firmly in place, wrapping the two of them in a private bubble where nothing could escape.
Mark’s head turned, scanning the plush, velvet-lined interior. “Max…?” he muttered, voice hoarse.

He didn’t see him at first.

Then a sudden, overwhelming burst of pleasure exploded through his body like lightning. His cock gave a violent throb, the thick shaft swelling even harder as it screamed that it was right on the razor’s edge—ready to erupt, ready to spray thick ropes of hot cum.
Mark’s gaze snapped downward.

There, kneeling between his spread thighs on the carriage floor, was Max.

Max’s head was bobbing up and down with shameless, hungry rhythm, lips stretched obscenely wide around the girthy base of Mark’s cock. His cheeks hollowed with every deep, wet plunge, throat bulging visibly as he swallowed every inch. Saliva dripped messily down the veiny shaft, coating Mark’s heavy balls and soaking into the fabric of his pants. The filthy, rhythmic sounds of the sloppy blowjob—gluck… gluck… gluck—echoed loudly in the enchanted silence, wet and obscene.

Max’s eyes flicked upward, locking onto Mark’s with dark, wicked delight. He didn’t stop. If anything, he sucked harder, tongue swirling greedily around the swollen head before sliding back down until his nose pressed flush against Mark’s pelvis. A low, vibrating moan rolled up from his throat, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight through Mark’s throbbing length.

Mark’s hips jerked involuntarily. His hands flew down, fingers tangling in Max’s hair as the reality of the situation crashed over him like a breaking wave. This wasn’t the dream anymore. This was real. Max had been sucking him the entire time—deepthroating him with filthy enthusiasm while Mark had been lost in that royal-bedchamber fantasy.

The pressure in his balls was unbearable now, building to a fever pitch. His cock pulsed wildly between Max’s lips, the fat head flaring against the back of his throat as the first powerful contractions began.

Any second now, Mark was going to explode.

And Max looked like he couldn’t wait to swallow every last drop.