Page 212 of Marcello

“Whoa,” I murmured as he boosted me high enough to easily crawl onto the ledge.

“Is there any broken glass?”

“No,” I lied – but it was just a quarter-inch of jagged edges along the window frame. I stepped over it and was immediately standing on the stone ledge inside the church.

“Is anybody in there?”

I looked around. The moon was shining through a giant hole in the roof, lighting up the ruined sanctuary like a spotlight. The pews had long ago been moved out, so the space was entirely empty. It was just a big, open space with a bunch of rubble strewn haphazardly around the floor.

“No sign of anybody,” I whispered.

“Be careful, okay?”

“I will. See you in a second!”

Luckily the floor of the church was a lot higher than the ground outside. I clumsily climbed down and headed for the front.

The doors were two giant slabs of wood, but they were secured by a big, iron bolt. I heaved with all my might, pulled it back, and opened the door to find Romeo waiting for me.

“This is a bad idea,” he muttered grumpily.

“I know – come on!” I said as I pulled him inside.

He bolted the door behind him –

And I quickly dropped down to the floor and unzipped his pants.

The marble was cold and hard on my knees, but I was willing to make sacrifices to get what I wanted.

His cock was maybe a quarter hard – still soft, but thick and huge as it dangled in front of me.

I’d always wanted to put it in my mouth when it was still soft, just to see what it felt like – but every time I started playing with it, he always got hard too quickly.

Now was my chance.

I opened my mouth and took him in. His skin was hot on my lips.

I moved my head back and forth, sucking on his cock –

Then pulled him out and began to sensually lick him.

It was fun playing with him soft. I especially liked how easy it was to take all of him in my mouth at once – normally an impossibility –

But I noticed he wasn’t getting hard.

Even after two minutes, he was only halfway there – enough for a very impressive dangle, but not for a full erection.

Which was very unusual. He usually got hard within seconds.

I looked up at him. His eyes kept darting around the church, like he was watching out for some impending threat.

“Is everything okay?” I asked.

“Sorry. It feels amazing. I just…”

He trailed off.

“You’re worried, huh,” I said as I gently stroked his half-erect cock with my hand.