Brannan didn’t know why. From a bottle on the end of the seat, Samir poured a clear lotion into his hands. Gay sex “Anyway, it’s in the past, and a good soldier doesn’t dwell on it. Answer my question: yes or no.”“Yes!”This answer pleased the Warlord. You’re dehydrated after the emptying. But something else intruded: a growing awareness that he entered a nexus where the time winds blew as Brannan realized his response would change his life’s path. He felt cramping now, but there was nothing to expel. “Now it’s just you and me.”The Warlord stripped off his customary leathers to reveal his powerful physique with its oversized, semi-erect phallus. He pushed the emotion aside. “Sit back there, and I’ll shave you.”He carried a bowl of hot water, a straight razor, and a leather strop. Dimly aware that Samir had freed his penis from its cage, he felt it rise.Samir leaned over him, bringing his mouth to the Bard’s lips. Through the harp’s spirit’s power, he sent the dying peace and comfort.
