Joe opened his eyes and saw the ice-blue irises of the blond Bond staring back into his own. Joe instinctively recoiled, completely uncertain as to how the two had switched in his arms. The man held firm and pulled Joe back into a strong embrace with not a moment’s hesitation. As the man pressed into him, Joe felt their shafts colliding through the thin fabric of their dress slacks and surrendered to the foreign but exhilarating sensation. The Bond’s unshaven face grazed the skin on Joe’s chest, then down his stomach as he made his way to his knees. A thrill of pleasure swirled around Joe’s pelvis as the man undid his button and lowered the zipper. The pleasure swirl rose into a cyclone through his stomach, into his chest, and up through the top of his head as he looked up from the guy’s bobbing head to the black Adonis standing directly in front of him.

“Would you like to touch me?” the man asked in a tone that confidently insinuated he already knew the answer.

Joe whimpered and nodded in reply.

“Would you like me to give you the most extreme pleasure on earth?” the man further questioned him, his eyes trained on Joe’s despite the circus show of sexual distractions surrounding them.

“Yes,” Joe spat out as he clenched his teeth, desperate not to climax before letting the black beauty have his way with him. The man stepped close enough for Joe to touch and he tentatively drew his hands up the thick, muscled arms. Joe desired him in a way that he’d never imagined possible. Though he’d never thought himself gay and had certainly never touched a man erotically before, he suddenly felt an insatiable need. He wanted to be all over this stunning ebony granite statue. He wanted to be inside him and for the man to be inside him. He wanted to wrap himself up in his teeming masculinity and hibernate. But it went beyond a physical need. Joe was inexorably drawn to his sheer and utter confidence, and wanted to venerate at his alter until he found the qualities divinely manifested in himself.

The black marble god wrapped Joe into his delicious hardness with legs straddled over the blond stud, who still refused to set Joe free. Tilting his head back, Joe begged with his beautiful charcoal eyes for a kiss. He was rewarded, and the powerful mouth that covered his pulled the oxygen from his lungs. Joe pulled away, gasping for air and desperate to meet the man’s lips again. With a sly smile his captor drew back his voluptuous lips and slid a pink tongue across his pristine teeth. His eyes seemed to invite Joe to do the same. Without hesitation Joe obliged, diving into the man’s mouth and dragging his own tongue along the flawless teeth.