... one worker from the next. Itachi worked there half-days (well, half-nights) whenever he wasn't on a mission. He wasn't like the others. He didn't jack himself off at the same time, or derive any pleasure from it at all. He just gave guys blowjobs.
Itachi stood up, releasing himself from his kneeling position. His time was almost up there. As he turned to leave, he caught sight of another cock filling the hole. He froze where he was , breath leaving him as his chest constricted.
It was blue.
Thoughts rushed through his head. Kisame, it had to be Kisame. Dear god, Kisame. He was here. At his hole. Oh god, oh god, oh god. Kisame. Kisame whom he had fantasized over, Kisame whom he'd dreamt about. Here. Here. Here and hard, and waiting for Itachi to make him cum. It was so unbelievably overwhelming that Itachi couldn't make himself move.
Until Kisame's cock started losing length. Itachi panicked. No! Kisame was leaving! He leapt forward and grabbed what little bit was still there and pulled it back through the hole. He heard Kisame grunt, and the thump of his hips as they hit the wood. It was oddly satisfying.
Itachi, still standing, ran his hand along the breadth. It had to be eleven or twelve inches long! He thought about having that in his ass and shuddered. He rested his forehead against the wood as his eyes closed, the hand not pleasuring Kisame there as well. Oh, lord.
Slowly, he let ...