"Excuse me?" The sandy haired boy asked the tall, mysterious Liberian.
"Yes?" The Liberian replied, a smirk etched on his pale face.
The sandy haired boy was also known John Watson- seventeen year old, in his final year of college and the tall, mysterious Liberian was Sherlock Holmes- eighteen year old, on his gap year.
Sherlock Holmes was known through out the small town of Whitby as the most attractive male, dark curls and sharp cheekbones… Perfection. Men turned gay for the idea of being with Sherlock Holmes- including John Watson.
"I was wondering whether you have 'The Fire At Heart'?" John said blushing. Sherlock looked John once over, making John blush even harder- his member decided to stand up, desire running through it.
"Well, 'The Fire At Heart'.." Sherlock smirked "I think, we may have it in storage" Sherlock continued, also feeling a tingle run up his 8incher.
"Can you get it for me… Please?" Asked John.
"I can't, no. But WE can" Sherlock said winking at John.
Sherlock walked from behind the desk and led John by the little finger towards the large wooden door- the storage room door. Sherlock pushed the door slightly and pulled John in with him. The storage room walls were covered top to bottom in book shelves. The smell of old books filled John's nostrils.
"What genre would this book be?" Sherlock purred, turning to John. The lump in Sherlock's tight trousers was clearly visible.
"Romance" John squeaked at Sherlock, eyes shifting from bulge to his delicate cheekbones.
"Pardon?" Sherlock growled, striding over the where John was standing- John's loose jeans not doing a very good job at hiding his erection.
"Romance!" John replied, shouting with impatience. As the word 'romance', Sherlock pounced.
Sherlock crashed there lips together. John pulled away and looked into Sherlock's eyes- A shade of blue and green, with a hint of lust and desire. John moaned as he pulled Sherlock back into the hard kiss. John's hands were moving over Sherlock's back whilst Sherlock's hands trailed south; they grazed John's crotch and John moaned.
"Shhh" Sherlock whispered, his lust filled eyes looking into John's.
Sherlock stood up and grabbed John by the hand and helped him to his feet. John looked at Sherlock- wondering why they had stopped.
"Strip" Sherlock said, answering John's question. Sherlock walked over the storage door and locked the pad lock which held the two doors shut. He turned to see John in his boxers, the thin red fabric showed the size of John's member- the fabric oozing with pre-cum. Sherlock hooked his thin, delicate fingers into John's boxers and pulled them down- his throbbing cock standing to attention. Sherlock was taken aback by how large John was- he moaned.
Sherlock was kneeling by John, mouth inches from John's hard cock. Sherlock looked up to John, his eyes searched John's.
"May I?" Sherlock asked politely.
"Yes, please" John said sharply, his cock was untouched and had been standing patiently for a while now, he needed to be dealt with.
Sherlock placed his thin lips around John's member, his tongue swirling around the head of John's member. John moaned from above Sherlock, lacing his fingers through Sherlock's dark curly hair. Sherlock moved back and forth- tongue licking at the tip. John moaned and groaned, but still, Sherlock didn't stop, his head moving back and forth, quicker and quicker until John came in Sherlock's mouth. John's knees buckled beneath him, sweat dripping from his forehead. Sherlock swallowed the warm liquid quickly and looked at John.
"Your turn" John said to Sherlock, smirking.
"Finally" Sherlock gasped, getting to his feet.
John dropped Sherlock's black silk boxers and moaned and the sight of the 8incher- red and shouting to be sucked. John took hold of the base and licked the tip repeatedly, the veins in Sherlock's shaft were standing out.
"Stop being a fucking tease" Sherlock groaned, he put both his hands at the back of John's head, fingers running through the blonde mess.
John finally put his whole mouth around Sherlock, head bopping slowly, his hand rubbing the stump whilst his left hand massaging Sherlock's ball sack.
"Oh John, oohhh" Sherlock moaned, orgasms running through him, his back arched as he came into John's mouth, John pulled away and looked up at Sherlock and swallowed, a drip of cum at the tip of his mouth, he licked it away and got to his feet.
"That was amazing", John said to Sherlock who was already dressing, his usually pale face, filled with colour.
"Yes, it certainly was." Sherlock replied, adjusting his tie, looking round at John who was also dressed.
"I'll find that book you were wanting" Sherlock winked and grabbed 'The fire at heart' from the floor and pushed it into John's chest before unlocking the storage room door and leaving.
'Wow, what a man' John thought before following.