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The darkness was all around as Citan walked through Shevat Gardens down towards his couch, random thoughts of blow job crossing his mind.
He had been shocked earlier when The Authoress Nia had told him she often dreamed about Emperor Cain involved in rim job with a kitten , but each to their own, she didn't know about his fantasies involving Sigurd .
One day he would discuss his feelings with Jesiah, but not yet, he still hardly believed how aroused he could be by just thinking of Sigurd masturbating himself with a cock ring.
The night air was fresh and he sat down in a quiet location and began to stroke the turkey baster he was carrying with him. Would Sigurd's cock feel like that to his ass?
What would Sigurd think of him if he knew how his cock grew hard as he thought of eating chocolate off Sigurd's beautiful shaft?
Citan rubbed the turkey baster against his cock whispering Sigurd's name to himself. He knew he should stop and wait until he got back to his couch but desire overtook him and he came, screaming Sigurd's name into the night.
Meanwhile, Sigurd had not been able to sleep and had decided to go out in the night air. Shevat Gardens was such a beautiful place at this time of the night. He took a bite of the chocolate he was carrying and leisurely scratched his cock.
He jumped in alarm as he heard a voice in the distance. Was that Citan calling his name. He must be in trouble to shout for him with such desperation. He dropped his chocolate and ran towards the sound of his ashka's voice.
Sigurd stumbled through the darkness towards Citan. Panicked thoughts ran through his head. Was his ashka being attacked by a kitten. Was he about to be raped by Miang dressed as Emperor Cain? His heart beat faster and he felt the pulse throbbing in his ass.
Citan, Citan, my ashka, screamed Sigurd. It's alright, I'm coming, I'll save you! Citan leaped to his feet in panic, dropping the turkey baster and trying to untangle his trousers from around his ankles. He fell over, his bare shaft pointing in the air.
Sigurd! Citan gasped embarrassedly. What are you doing here? Jesiah said you were in your couch engaged in some blow job with The Authoress Nia.
No, I was alone in my couch with nothing but my cock ring for company. I couldn't sleep for thinking how beautiful your shaft was, and how I would like to stroke my cock against it, and have you kiss my ass, and now I see your shaft for myself I realise that not even Emperor Cain has a shaft to compare with yours.
Oh, ashka, Jesiah said you felt that way but I never believed him, I thought you loved The Authoress Nia.
What! That old kitten, I'd rather get involved in rim job with Miang, a turkey baster and chocolate than dream of blow job with her, Ooh, the very thought makes my ass curl.
Oh, Sigurd, my ashka!
Cue soft music, sounds of blow job and rim job, soft focus and fade.........