(This is a little stream-of-consciousness and a bit artsy-fartsy–if you don’t like it, oh well. Also, names are of course not the real names of the gentlemen involved)
His name was Dave, he looked like Lister in his younger days. We bonded over gaming and Red Dwarf, and he came to me wanting to escape the daily grind. We kissed, and it was epiphanic. He sucked my tits, hard at first and then softly, teasing my hard nipples with his lips and tongue. We shed our clothes, and I planted my lips on his cock. I reveled in the feel of his silky head on my lips and the ridges and veins under my tongue. I took Dave deeper into my mouth than I’d taken a man before, and The Reflex didn’t complain–at first. I held him there, just before the back of my soft palate, letting the tip of my tongue play along the underside of his cock from head to mid-shaft. I tried to go deeper, and The Reflex rebelled.