Page 84 of A Flash of Golden Fire

“No? Well, I want you to know that I’m here for you…whatever you need.”

Captain Martin let a sly smile form on his face as he settled himself against me, his cock a hard brand against my hip. I still had my breeches on—an unfortunate oversight. But that made playing the game a little easier.

“Well, I’d like to try something. You strike me a friendly fellow.” He smiled, and the devilish glint in his eye was everything.

“Very friendly,” I said. “To a fault.”

“Mm-hmm. Well, so am I.” He blinked slowly like a happy cat. “Do you know what two men who are…very friendly…can do with each other?”

“Hmm,” I said, scratching my chin and doing my best to be adorably daft. “Play checkers?”

“No.”

“Chess?”

“Oh dear, no. Much too dull. The game I’m thinking of is so much more exciting.”

“Okay,” I said. “How do you play it?”

He looked like he was going to start to laugh. “If I describe it, the game is going to sound very strange.”

“Hmm. But how will I know what to do if you don’t?”

He winked. “Oh, it’s very easy. I’ll do all thehardwork.”

“Hard work?” I scoffed, squirming underneath him. “That doesn’t sound like very much fun.”

“Oh, it is though. Very enjoyable.”

“Hmm. I don’t know.” I pretended reluctance, though he could probably feel my rampant stand poking him.

“Let me show you,” he said.

“Hmm. I suppose that would be all right.”

“Excellent. But you must do as I say. Even if my instructions sound strange. If you trust me, I will introduce you to an enjoyable activity.”

“How can I possibly resist?” I asked.

“I don’t think you can,” he said, pushing onto his knees and tugging at my breeches.

“Oy, what are you doing, Captain?” I asked with mock astonishment as he undid the flap. I went up on my elbows and gazed at him as if I really were a lily-white virgin who didn’t know any fucking thing. The idea was ludicrous, but the entire fabrication did make for a fun romp.

“Shh,” he said, undoing my breeches and pulling my cock out.

“Captain Martin!” I gasped.

“Oh, don’t worry, my lovely boy. This won’t hurt.”

“Are you quite sure?” I asked, batting my lashes and uttering little gasps as he stroked me.

“Quite sure. I know what I’m doing. Don’t worry. Am I hurting you?”

I looked down at his fingers sliding up and down my very willing stand and shook my head. “No. Not at all.”

“Excellent. How does this feel?” He gave me a particularly long stroke that finished over the head.

“Oh! Do that again.”

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