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core of his
being. The mouth and swirling tongue continued to milk every last,
shuddering drop from his jerking penis. And still the hand firmly
clenched, and the other hand stroked and tickled. His roars changed
to panting, breathy groans, and his arms and legs went limp.
The mouth now remained soothingly still, as it covered his
softening shaft with warmth. The hand also remained still, no longer
pumping, only holding his penis gently, absorbing the small, jerking
aftershocks. The other hand very slowly massaged his balls, no longer
tickling or teasing. He basked in the warmth emanating from the mouth
and hands, as his panting gradually subsided. His eyes remained
closed; but gently, his hands reached out and stroked the head with
the slightly shaggy hair, acknowledging the boy's presence for the
first time since he began. He gave the boy's head an affectionate
pat, and caressed the hair back away from his face. Finally, opening
his eyes, he grinned at the boy. The mouth slipped off of his
penis,and Amri lowered his eyes modestly and then rested his forehead
on the large, soft balls of his captain. He was a little out of
breath as well. Zarth stroked the boy's hair gently for a minute
more, allowing him to rest in that intimate position.
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