14 Chapter 14

“It appears you’re enjoying your first experience so far,” said the artist, his voice almost a whisper.

I realized then, with my mouth agape and my eyes rounded in lustful awe, that I probably looked like some moronic half-wit.

But Novak said nothing of the kind, just leaned forward and gave my lips a simmering kiss.

When our tongues met, I no longer tasted the peppermint, just a tangy and slightly salty flavor—the aftertaste of my own semen. Throughout the years, curiosity had enticed me to sample it on several occasions, but finding my flavor in another man’s mouth became the supreme turn-on. I started to suck his tongue, savoring the tang of my milk, and my cock once again sprang to life. I could feel blood filling my shaft with incredible speed, and as I continued exploring Novak’s mouth, I wondered how I could have lived so long without experiencing such mind-numbing rapture.