An Interview with Holmes & Watson

Holmes’s display of love and affection for Watson told me that he had not asked me to stay as a form of punishment. Whatever his reason might be, I did not care – I was mesmerized at the scene that was being played before me.

Holmes continued kissing Watson, their tongues engaged in consuming one another, and Holmes drew Watson by the hand so they were both standing upright. Their excitement towards one another was obvious. Even through the black of Holmes’s trousers, I could see the outline of his arousal, and, I thought Watson’s erection must surely be taxing the fabric of his own suit...

I stifled an impulse to caress myself (the warmth had already begun to glow within me). I wanted desperately to see their beautiful bodies unclothed and imagine the sensation of soft warm flesh against flesh.

As if reading my mind, Watson, his lips still fixed fully on his lover, slowly removed Holmes’s frock coat, and vest, them removed his tie and slowly unbuttoned the buttons of his shirt. Holmes, eyes closed, with a peaceful smile on his face, sighed as Watson nibbled and blew softly into his ear, before making a trail of small kisses on the side of his neck to his chest. He paused for a moment to remove his own jacket, tie and shirt before continuing on to Holmes’s nipples, encircling them with his tongue, drawing them to full erection.

I felt my own nipples become erect as I watched, and the audible sigh that escaped my lips did not go unnoticed by Watson, who glanced at me. I felt my face go hot and wondered if he knew how much I would like to feel the sensation of pleasure he was giving to his friend.

Watson and Holmes moved to one of the dining chairs, and Holmes sat, a leg positioned on either side of the chair. Watson lovingly removed his friend’s shoes and stockings and placed them to one side, then began to remove his trousers. I put myself in his place, mentally working deftly on the fly buttons, anxious to uncover the treasures they held. My eyes widened at the length and size of Holmes’s erect member as it sprung out into Watson’s waiting hand; the tip glistening with his essence, the velvety skin of his sac exposed for whatever Watson’s pleasure.

My own eyes were closed briefly as I imagined the masculine aroma of Holmes, the feel of his manhood in my hand and mouth, then I mentally changed places and imagined Watson lavishing his attentions on my own body. A deep sigh from Holmes woke me from this dream. Watson had his friend’s engorged organ in his mouth gently moving his head up and down in time with the thrusts of Holmes’s hips. A cry from Holmes signaled his eruption in Watson’s mouth, and then the slow, satisfied exhalation of breath as his lover caressed the last of Holmes’s erection with his mouth.

My body was on fire at the sight of the act of love these two men just displayed, and I fought the impulse to massage my own inflamed pleasure area, but I had little time to think. They exchanged passionate soul kisses, deep kisses that only true lovers can feel, then they changed places and now it was Holmes who was gently removing shoes and stocking, Holmes’s turn to remove the clothing.

Perhaps because his passion was spent, he took longer with Watson, lightly caressing and kissing the inner thighs, and running his fingers in the thick thatch of hair around the base of Watson’s equally impressive organ. A calm smile of pleasure crossed his lips as he gazed lovingly at his friend, then he took the sac in his mouth, moving from side to side, taking first one, then the other testis in his mouth.

Watson permitted a low groan to escape his lips, as Holmes maneuvered his hand up and down the shaft. His lips gently kissed the tip, and then he teasingly took his lover into his mouth and pulled back again. Another low groan from Watson and a mischievous smile told me that this was a game, a wonderful game the played, and once again, I put myself in the place of them both. The pleasure was excruciating.

Through clinched teeth, Watson exclaimed, “I-can’t-hold-back!” Holmes removed himself just as Watson spent, sending his juices over Holmes’s hand and onto his chest. As his friend had done for him, Holmes licked the remaining essence off of his friends slowly softening organ, then reached for his nearby frock coat for a handkerchief. He allowed Watson to wipe his chest for him, and the deep soul kissing resumed.

Their after glow of pleasure and relaxation was in direct contrast to my own sensations. Every nerve ending was exposed by what I saw, and I was deeply aroused, unable to speak. My condition must have been evident to them both for, after an understanding glance between the two men, Watson stood and beckoned me with his hand.

“Come, Mary.....”



Coming Soon – Chapter Five – “Everything Comes In Circles”