The Great Sex Olympics of 221B by Xistential Angst

Author:Xistential Angst [Angst, Xistential]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Hewlett-Packard
Published: 2013-09-08T04:00:00+00:00

JOHN

He followed Sherlock into the bedroom and went immediately to the chair. He did not glance longingly at the bed, though it was a near thing. Lena smiled wickedly at him as he settled, silently telling him that she remembered everything they’d done here last week.

Yeah, thanks for that, John thought. Because I’m not already frustrated enough.

Sherlock wasted no time. He pulled his shirt over his head and ran his hands up and down his chest, his nipples, as he watched Lena intently. It should have been cheesy. It wasn't. It looked completely unconscious, like something he might do alone in his own room, teasing himself, stimulating himself before masturbating. Lena was watching avidly from the bed. She began to touch herself in turn, mirroring Sherlock's moves.

“Damn, the pair of you – you should come with a warning label,” she said shakily, without taking her eyes from Sherlock.

Sherlock smiled, a slow sexy smile, totally fake and still electric. He pulled off his boots, undid his flies and pushed his trousers down and off, all in that completely offhand way of his. He wasn’t wearing any pants.

John looked away as Sherlock’s cock bobbed free. OK, here was the awkward. His flatmate was standing there nude and fully erect. Not really something John ever needed to see in his lifetime.

No, John’s mind corrected itself, this was Sherlock Holmes, nude and fully erect. Extraordinary, mercurial, dangerous, amazing, (childish, petulant, irritating), icy, untouchable Sherlock Holmes. You wanted to see this.

John looked. He’d seen various parts of Sherlock naked before, nearly all him, whilst patching wounds or checking for bruises and broken bones, but never all of him so blatantly displayed, and never that, and most certainly not in that state.

Neither Lena nor Sherlock were paying attention to John and he allowed himself to stare as Lena scooted forward and traced her fingers up and down the long shaft. Sherlock somehow had a condom packet in his hand, but he didn’t put it on yet, allowing her to feel him without it first. Allowing John to get a good look.

John had never given much thought to other men’s cocks until this whole ridiculous experiment began. But in the past three weeks, he’d seen plenty of gay porn where they were on display, sometimes huge, sometimes ordinary-looking, sometimes just… weird. And he’d had to imagine it, touching one, sucking one, as part of his preparation. But those were all absurdly abstract ideas compared to this. It hadn’t really meant anything other than an anatomical reality he’d have to deal with, a jut of flesh much like his own.

But this was Sherlock and it was not a video and it was unbearable real. He was not as thick around as John, who was unusually thick, but he was longer, perhaps as long as seven and a half or eight inches. It had a pleasing balance, not too thin, just long and lean, like the man himself. He was circumcised and the glans was the same width as the shaft, sitting prettily (prettily?) on top.

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