my nerve endings, all of my senses, seemed heightened – sight was clear and sharply focused, hearing was acute (I seemed to be able to hear the rocks forming), touch was aflame – everything that touched me or that I touched, every particle of it, seemed to be alive in its own special way, as I myself seemed to be alive as never before. I experimentally licked my shoulder where the oil residue was, and the taste was not unpleasant, and my tongue seemed to be more able to sense the smallest details of the inside of my mouth, the feel of ridges and teeth and gums, than ever before in my life. Quintullus had oil-massaged my entire body down to my ankles now, and stood at the foot of the couch and leaned over me. He put a small amount of the oil on one of his fingers, and then spread it on the very tip of my throbbing, still erect cock, gently rubbing it into the piss-slit and around the flare of the head to the top of the shaft, and instantly my cock rose to its fullest erection (which seemed longer, thicker, stronger, and more intense than any I had ever experienced).

He moistened his fingertip in the oil, and rubbed some of it across his own lips, and then bent over me to the head of my cock, which was decorated with a drop of pre-cum. He licked that up, and gently kissed the very tip of my cock, and then opened his oil-coated lips to surround my cockhead, slowly taking it into his mouth and just as slowly pulling back from it to kiss the tip again.

I was in somebody’s Heaven – Roman, Christian or Druid, I knew not and cared not which nor why nor how. He moved his hands back up my chest, massaging my own meager pecs and twisting the nipples gently at first, but with increasing sharpness. I seized one of his huge paws and brought it to my mouth, kissing it, tasting the oil on my tongue, and feeling the delicious heightening of sensitivity with each lick of the oil. I greedily sucked each one of his strong fingers clean, and he looked up from my cock and grinned that grin at me – a grin that could launch a thousand ships. He moved his mouth back to the tip of my penis and slowly, with excruciatingly pleasurable slowness, slid his warm mouth down the length of my shaft to my pubes, with practiced ease. His lips then just as slowly slid back up to the tip of my cock, which he kissed, and then repeated the process.

My brain was so overloaded with sensual input that all thoughts of escape were forced out. I didn’t care what he did to me, all I wanted was to put my hands on that magnificent body and feel his lips on my cock. His lips increased the pressure on my full cock slightly, and he moved up and down my shaft slightly faster, and with the heightened sensitivity that my oil-coated cock was now experiencing, my cum boiled up out of my own balls and bursts out like a geyser. Quintullus took it all in, every drop, and slowly licked the shaft of my cock as it deflated, and