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S through Z › Sentinel
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
3,717
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own The Sentinel, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Fantasy 3: The Market
TITLE: Fantasy 3: The Market
AUTHOR: Fyrbyrd
CATEGORIES: PWP
RATING: NC-17
WARNINGS: SoloM, Oral
SPOILERS: Switchman
PAIRINGS: J/B
SUMMARY: The third of Blair’s fantasies.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own them, they own me. Pet Fly Owns them.
FANTASY 3: THE MARKET
By Fyrbyrd
“She thinks you’re a dork.”
Blair had finally gotten to bed, but that one sentence kept rolling around in his head.
Now did Jim say that because she did or not, that was the question.
He was surprised when Jim had told him what she said. And in a way he didn’t believe it.
So did Jim say it because he thought he was a dork?
Probably.
Damn.
Gotta do something about that.
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Blair turned over onto his side, yeah; he really had to do something about that.
He remembered experimenting at the market with Jim’s senses. All clean wholesome stuff.
What the hell, he’d come once tonight, twice would be more fun.
So he thought about what he would like to have done.
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“She thinks you’re a dork,” said Jim as he walked off.
It had stunned him for a moment, but then she was not his true aim. There was other fish to troll for. One big hunky fish.
Okay, they’d done scent, hearing, maybe it was time for a little taste testing.
Blair bought some fruits and foods and got them to a quiet place in the market. They sat down at a table near the back of the booths, semi-private.
“Do you want a blindfold for this?” asked Blair, “Because you have to have your eyes closed for this test.”
“Nah. I can keep them closed, just don’t feed me any shit.”
“Hey man, I will only get you to taste things right in front of you now.”
Jim nodded and closed his eyes.
Blair methodically gave the Sentinel small pieces to test out. Some were pleasant to the older man, but some were horrible, too sweet, too sour, too strong. Bland, tangy, spicy, hot.
Blair smiled, yeah hot, he was hot and there was something else he wanted the other man to taste.
While Jim enjoyed something that tasted good, Blair got to his feet. He looked around, no one was in sight, even if he was seen, it didn’t bother him. He’d always had fantasies about doing this.
Quickly he undid his fly, slid his pants down a little to free his happy erection. He knelt on the seat beside Jim.
“Okay Jim, turn to your right, open up. Don’t bite into this one, just taste it,” said Blair.
Jim opened his mouth innocently as Blair eased the tip of his cock into it.
Jim’s tongue explored, licked, teased.
Blair was fighting back his own reactions.
Until suddenly he was sucked upon and couldn’t help the gasp that was pulled out of him as well.
Hands grabbed his hips holding on as the wonderful Sentinel mouth made a meal of Blair’s cock.
Blair grabbed Jim’s upper arms to help him keep balance on the bench seat of the table, glad it was rooted in concrete, as his hips began to thrust back and forth, in and out of that mouth and Blair noted Jim still had his eyes closed.
Good Sentinel...
Oh yeah good Sentinel
Of the magnificent mouth
All his blood gone south
Riding on the carousel
Higher and higher
A feast for the senses
The suck fest commences
Deeper and deeper
Oh god, this is great
The man has a talent
With tongue he is gallant
A body he will sate
Oh it’s humming
Fingers clasping
One is gasping
Then he’s coming...
And Blair came deep down the throat of his Sentinel.
His pants had pooled at his knees and he could feel the cool air on his bare ass, as Jim’s mouth released him.
Looking down the man’s eyes were still closed, but there was a big grin on his face.
“You liked that, huh?” said Blair as he hastily pulled his pants up.
“Yeah. It wasn’t shit.”
“Am I a dork now, Jim?”
Jim opened his eyes, “Bare assed in an open air market where you could have been caught fucking a cop in public, a dork?”
Blair, rubbing his knees, looking at him worriedly.
“Nah, Chief. I don’t think that fills the dork bill.”
Blair smiled and lifted his hand.
He was back in his bead and his hand was wet.
Oh man, if only it had been real.
To be continued in Fantasy 4: The Lumber Mill.
AUTHOR: Fyrbyrd
CATEGORIES: PWP
RATING: NC-17
WARNINGS: SoloM, Oral
SPOILERS: Switchman
PAIRINGS: J/B
SUMMARY: The third of Blair’s fantasies.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own them, they own me. Pet Fly Owns them.
FANTASY 3: THE MARKET
By Fyrbyrd
“She thinks you’re a dork.”
Blair had finally gotten to bed, but that one sentence kept rolling around in his head.
Now did Jim say that because she did or not, that was the question.
He was surprised when Jim had told him what she said. And in a way he didn’t believe it.
So did Jim say it because he thought he was a dork?
Probably.
Damn.
Gotta do something about that.
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Blair turned over onto his side, yeah; he really had to do something about that.
He remembered experimenting at the market with Jim’s senses. All clean wholesome stuff.
What the hell, he’d come once tonight, twice would be more fun.
So he thought about what he would like to have done.
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“She thinks you’re a dork,” said Jim as he walked off.
It had stunned him for a moment, but then she was not his true aim. There was other fish to troll for. One big hunky fish.
Okay, they’d done scent, hearing, maybe it was time for a little taste testing.
Blair bought some fruits and foods and got them to a quiet place in the market. They sat down at a table near the back of the booths, semi-private.
“Do you want a blindfold for this?” asked Blair, “Because you have to have your eyes closed for this test.”
“Nah. I can keep them closed, just don’t feed me any shit.”
“Hey man, I will only get you to taste things right in front of you now.”
Jim nodded and closed his eyes.
Blair methodically gave the Sentinel small pieces to test out. Some were pleasant to the older man, but some were horrible, too sweet, too sour, too strong. Bland, tangy, spicy, hot.
Blair smiled, yeah hot, he was hot and there was something else he wanted the other man to taste.
While Jim enjoyed something that tasted good, Blair got to his feet. He looked around, no one was in sight, even if he was seen, it didn’t bother him. He’d always had fantasies about doing this.
Quickly he undid his fly, slid his pants down a little to free his happy erection. He knelt on the seat beside Jim.
“Okay Jim, turn to your right, open up. Don’t bite into this one, just taste it,” said Blair.
Jim opened his mouth innocently as Blair eased the tip of his cock into it.
Jim’s tongue explored, licked, teased.
Blair was fighting back his own reactions.
Until suddenly he was sucked upon and couldn’t help the gasp that was pulled out of him as well.
Hands grabbed his hips holding on as the wonderful Sentinel mouth made a meal of Blair’s cock.
Blair grabbed Jim’s upper arms to help him keep balance on the bench seat of the table, glad it was rooted in concrete, as his hips began to thrust back and forth, in and out of that mouth and Blair noted Jim still had his eyes closed.
Good Sentinel...
Oh yeah good Sentinel
Of the magnificent mouth
All his blood gone south
Riding on the carousel
Higher and higher
A feast for the senses
The suck fest commences
Deeper and deeper
Oh god, this is great
The man has a talent
With tongue he is gallant
A body he will sate
Oh it’s humming
Fingers clasping
One is gasping
Then he’s coming...
And Blair came deep down the throat of his Sentinel.
His pants had pooled at his knees and he could feel the cool air on his bare ass, as Jim’s mouth released him.
Looking down the man’s eyes were still closed, but there was a big grin on his face.
“You liked that, huh?” said Blair as he hastily pulled his pants up.
“Yeah. It wasn’t shit.”
“Am I a dork now, Jim?”
Jim opened his eyes, “Bare assed in an open air market where you could have been caught fucking a cop in public, a dork?”
Blair, rubbing his knees, looking at him worriedly.
“Nah, Chief. I don’t think that fills the dork bill.”
Blair smiled and lifted his hand.
He was back in his bead and his hand was wet.
Oh man, if only it had been real.
To be continued in Fantasy 4: The Lumber Mill.