sex hands

"I'm lying back on Neil's bed, the top of my head knocking against the headboard because his cock is inexplicably down my throat. His photographs-the reason i came up to his room in the first place-are sliding off, falling on the floor. I can hear them smack against the floor. Flutter-smack. All I see is a triangle of dark hair coming at me. This, and I feel an unprecedented sensation of fullness in my throat. It's hard to breathe. The air comes into my nose in gasps that seem controlled by the thrusting of Neil's hips. He thrusts; I get air. The air comes out my mouth, forced around the shaft of his cock."-Augusten Burroughs