Free The Curse of the Dragon God by Geoffrey Knight

cock, then his entire penis as Tomas opened his dexterous throat all the way and swallowed him whole.
    The young Italian felt the almost crushing pressure on his bulbous head as it was forced down the narrow passage of the Icelander’s throat. It was at once excruciating and exquisite. Luca turned his face upward, his head rolling back on his neck. He opened his mouth and a gush of ecstasy escaped him.
    His hands reached forward and found Tomas’s short blond hair. He gripped the head of the Icelander and tried to ease him back, but Tomas resisted. The muscles in Tomas’s throat constricted, and Luca felt an even greater pressure on the head of his cock.
    The sound that escaped Luca now was a loud, tortured grunt.
    He let go of Tomas’s head, surrendering himself to the young fire-eater.
    After years of training, Tomas had complete control over the muscles in his throat. He released the hold on Luca’s cock a little, allowing the slightest relief, before doubling the pressure. Squeeze and release. Squeeze and release. Not letting go. At the same time, Tomas’s tongue began running up and down the thick purple vein on the underside of Luca’s captured cock, tickling and teasing it.
    The young Icelander’s hands slid gently up Luca’s stomach, fingers trickling up his torso inch by inch until they found Luca’s nipples and began to twist and roll them, gently at first, then harder.
    Luca flinched and groaned again, but he was unable to move a muscle, frozen in a state of agony and ecstasy. This was like nothing he’d ever experienced before; it was a blow job, but instead of friction and motion, it was all about muscle manipulation. All about—
    “Ooohhh! God!”
    Squeeze and release.
    Squeeze.
    Squeeze harder.
    Release and squeeze even harder.
    Luca’s head fell forward on his neck, his eyes watering, his brow creased in pain, and his mouth gasping for air—for relief—as he breathed, “I’m going to come. I’m going to—”
    Suddenly Tomas’s throat released the head of Luca’s cock.
    He pulled back slightly.
    Luca moaned with relief but it was too late—he could feel the gush inside his balls.
    His cock slid back into the cavern of Tomas’s warm, wet mouth, and there he felt the surge of his semen erupt, filling Tomas’s mouth with cum.
    He shot once.
    Twice.
    But Tomas didn’t swallow.
    Instead, his muscles shut off the passage to his throat.
    Gently he let Luca’s still hard and seeping cock slip from his mouth, then he quickly rose and planted his lips on Luca’s lips once more.
    This time, as their mouths sealed tightly together, Luca not only felt Tomas’s tongue enter his mouth, he also tasted the flavorsome swirl of his own cum.
    They drank it together, lapping it up, swallowing it down.
    When every last drop was gone, Tomas pulled away with a smile and looked down. Luca was still stiff.
    “Where did you learn to do that?” the Italian whispered.
    Tomas smiled, his lips glistening. “Before I was a fire-eater, I swallowed swords.”
    “No kidding!” Luca continued kissing Tomas madly. His hands seized Tomas’s shoulders then groped his arms, his chest, his stomach. They reached the top of Tomas’s tights and at long last yanked them down, unleashing the Icelander’s stiff, swinging cock.
    Tomas’s humble bunk was only a few feet away.
    With his jeans still wrapped around his ankles, Luca hastily began stepping Tomas backward toward the bed, shuffling frantically, till the back of Tomas’s knees hit the bed and both men tumbled onto it, Luca on top.
    As his lips and tongue lapped up every inch of Tomas’s neck, shoulders, and chest, Tomas reached across the bed to a small bedside table. He retrieved a condom and a bottle of lubricant from the drawer. He bit open the condom packet.
    “Here,” he said, pulling Luca’s face off his stomach and showing him the condom.
    Luca grinned, took it, then slipped it on over his own engorged cock. His shaft was still wet with Tomas’s