Extract:
His tongue explored down my stomach and his knees slid away down my thighs until just the front of our knees were touching. Our knees parted and I held my hands above his head, wanting to touch him, hold him, but refraining and surrendering solely to his mouth which reached my most masculine place. His tongue ran over my pointing sword and tasted my juice.

Peter moaned and I sighed as he took the very masculine essence of me into him, his mouth savouring on my hard shaft. My love, my brother, was tasting me and taking me deep into him for us to be one, forever, in adoration.