Dr.'s Orders 2: Dilation

Johnny Rider is in trouble with the doctor—again. 'What has the doctor told you about putting things like this up your butt?' Nick Nicaste growls when he finds the huge plug hidden in the bedpan. Rider's cock stands thick and throbbing. Nicaste drops to his knees, gets it wet, and works it hard. Spit trails down the shaft while his tongue presses every ridge. Rider pushes his hips forward. Nicaste takes him deeper, jaw tight, throat opening. He strokes himself at the same pace, never breaking rhythm. Rider's breath catches. Nicaste swallows him to the root, then pulls off just long enough to spit on the head and dive back in. The wet sound fills the room. Every suck feels deliberate. Every stroke of Nicaste's own cock matches the pace. Rider's legs shake. Nicaste keeps going, relentless, until the heat builds past the point of return. Rider shoots hard across Nicaste's tongue and lips. Nicaste swallows what he can, keeps jerking, and finishes himself off with a deep grunt, adding his load to the mess already streaked across Rider's skin. It's 2008, and the game is the same: push the limits, see how far it stretches.