The boy had many fears when he was young, as boys do, but there was a single great fear of a particular.... thing, for lack of a better word, that he never really outgrew.
"Feelie", lived on the side of the bed that faced the wall, or rather,(more) in the crack where the blanket and the wall met. She consisted of a ball-shaped lump of flesh, about the size of two fists put together, and she bore a single, unblinking, and very human looking eye. She had no arms, legs, body, face, or any other features apart from the eye and surrounding flesh, and she could float effortlessly in the air. If on a night's occasion the boy decided to turn his head to face the wall, through carelessness or in an intentional demonstration of his unbelief, Feelie would rise out of the crack and glare at him, the terrible sight of her somehow penetrating even his closed eyelids.
He knew that her stare had the power to hurt him, or perhaps his soul, and unless he turned his head the other way and covered his body completely with his blanket, she would. By turning around and covering up, he would wait her out, with his heartbeat sounding in his ears like waves breaking over rocks. Some nights the ordeal proved too great and he would shout aloud, until his mother or father would walk in, flip the light switch with an audible crack, thus banishing Feelie for the night. He never told them about her, because on other occasions regarding similar subjects they had told him that was too old for such childishness.
So how, at thirty three, had Feelie suddenly returned, and why now did the old trick of turning around and covering up no longer work? (less)
Gotou barely lifted his hand from over his mouth, eyes squeezed closed and red to the tips of his ears. "Please," he said through gritted teeth. "Don't try to talk with your mouth FULL, Masayoshi!"
Masayoshi lifted his head slowly, Gotou's cock slipping from his mouth with a wet,(more) sticky sound. Gotou peeked, opening one eye in time to see the thick strand of saliva-plus-more break from Masayoshi's mouth, and he let out a strangled noise when Masayoshi wet his lips and looked up through his disheveled bangs at Gotou.
"I said," Masayoshi repeated himself, unabashed at his position or situation, one hand holding Gotou's erection so he could resume his attentions on it at any time. "Don't jerk around so much." He licked his lips again, bruised and full and looked downright sultry. The things Gotou wanted to do to Masayoshi when he looked like that surprised even himself. The illusion was quickly shattered, though, when Masayoshi opened his mouth again. "My show's on soon, Gotou-san. Do you think you'll be done before then?"
Gotou tilted his head back and groaned, albeit for a different reason. "Please don't do that either," he said, and inhaled that breath quickly when Masayoshi pressed his tongue over the head of his cock in a slow lap. "Masayoshi," Gotou choked out, dropping his hand from over his mouth to rest on Masayoshi's head.
"It's really amazing," Masayoshi said, licking him again. "How responsive you are!" He braced his free hand on the bare skin of Gotou's thigh and looked back up at Gotou. "This is fun."
"Yeah, fun," Gotou croaked. "Until we get caught. Can you please, I don't know, hurry it up?"