Ezekiel (III)

Some ten days ago, Ezekiel and I were alone in our bedroom. The Anwalan giant looked somehow gloomy, when he suddenly asked: “I am gay, you know? Are you gay too?“ The question took me by surprise, and I only was able to stutter: “Wha…? No… I… well, yes, I am”. The answer seemed to cheer him up a lot and, taking me up to his eye level, he asked if I would mind jerking him off. As I was trying to recover from this new surprise, he explained that self-masturbation was strictly forbidden by his religion. In his country, at least within wealthy families, it was normally slaves which masturbated their owners. None of his many servants had survived the Anwalan nuclear catastrophe, though. 

It was with mixed feelings that I agreed to jerk him off. The ejaculation was portentous, and impacted right on my face. And guess what? Ezekiel’s religion prescribes that human semen cannot be thrown away, but must always remain inside someone’s body… anybody, except its maker. It took no less than half an hour for me to lick, sip, and swallow what seemed to be gallons and gallons of  thick warm milk sprayed all over the place. 

(to be continued)