“Why didn’t you tell me I was incorrect?”

“What are we talking about?”

I stepped up to him, pressing my body against his and waited for the others to finish trudging up the ramp to end their day. “The sex.”

Nigel blushed.

“I did it wrong. The book says to pleasure your lover, to make him feel loved, and there is a part about moaning. I did no such thing. I took.”

Nigel stared at the ground. “It was your first time with a man, Alexander. And I … I liked it.”

He made me feel too much. I wrapped me arms around him. “I wish to try sex again. I’ve been reading up on ways to please you.”

“Bloody hell.”

“I created this.” I held up me creation with the biggest smile I could muster. Me cheeks were stiff from disuse and awkwardness.

“You don’t need to … what is that?”

The machine was tubed-shaped with a crank and clockwork at one end. “You place your penis in this end and the crack will force the air out through these holes.”

If it was possible, Nigel seemed to turn a darker shade of red. “Oh, bloody shite. You created a machine to … to…”

“Simulate sucking, correct.”

He shoved his glasses on. “Where did you even get an idea for this?”

“The book.”

“What the hell book are you reading?” he whispered and glanced at the ramp.

“A lover should give pleasure with sucking of the mouth, lapping of the tongue, and touching of the hands so that satisfaction is optimal.”

“Oh.” He swallowed loudly. “Good book.”

“I’m not trained in that area so I created this.” I reached for his trousers.

“Not here,” he stuttered.

“This place is more home to me than anywhere else.” A fact that didn’t sit well with me.

Nigel sighed and pulled off his open shirt.

I grabbed me discarded gray shirt and placed it over the large boulder nearest us so he could sit. Then I turned to watch Nigel undress. His skin was pale from working in the caves. He had darker streaks of dirt where his shoulder met his neck and one down his hip. Shirtless Nigel always made me body react. Thickening between me legs, Nigel dropped his trousers and revealed the same amount of excitement.

“It’s not something you have to train for,” he said and sat on the rock. “Sucking … you know.” He wiggled a bit, looking like he was trying to get comfortable, and his cock lifted steadily from its hibernations as he sat there naked.

“If I pleasure you and you stay with me, then I can learn.”

Nigel grabbed me hand. “I’m not leaving you.”

“Me performance was not done correctly.”

“Just because you didn’t do like this bloody book says doesn’t mean you did it wrong. It was just different.” He cupped me jaw.

I kissed him, placing me lips over his and closing me eyes. He was a brilliant one, he was. And it made me feel so much to have him in me arms. I pulled away only to hand him me creation and then remove me own trousers. Now, we were just two naked men preparing to have sex. It seemed so normal, so ordinary, and I wanted it to last. I gripped his dick loosely, stroking it softly and ignoring his odd-looking ball sack.

Nigel’s legs stopped swinging and he gave a short gasp.

I took the end of the toy and placed it over his tip, caressing as I worked it down his shaft. There was room between his flesh and the machine. When I started the crank it made a whirl of sound like a windstorm in a tunnel and then Nigel groaned.

“Bloody hell!” His hips lifted as I cranked the machine faster. The sound increased but still not loud enough to hear from a few feet away. “This should be illegal,” he muttered.

“I have done well,” I announced proudly, keeping the machine going and staring down.

“Needs some moisture but damn … close.” He groaned.

“I don’t have anything wet other than spit and piss.”

Nigel snorted then groaned. He lay back, his cock jerking every few seconds. “Come. Around.”

I cranked it hard then let it spin idle as I walked around the rock. Bent over, I could still reach the machine and placed me hand on it to keep it going. Nigel lifted his head and placed a kiss on me thigh. It was so unexpected that I flinched and his dick slid out of the machine to flop onto his belly.

Nigel pulled on me thighs, tugging me closer so I was nearly straddling his head.

“Ah, I understand.” I leaned over him and eased the machine over his shaft. I used the crank as Nigel lifted his head and ran his tongue along me balls. “This was supposed to be for you.” I nearly toppled over and had to stop working the machine to catch me balance. Nigel didn’t answer me. He slid his tongue along the skin between me leg and balls, creating a wet trail to the base of me cock. I cranked the machine harder, faster, and let it spin while he sucked on my flesh with eager lips.

“I need…” Nigel said but stopped as his hips lurched upward.

“What do you need? Anything. Tell me.” I wanted to make him happy.

“You.” Nigel arched his back and then sucked on me wrinkled tip.

Groaning didn’t describe the sound that came out of me mouth. It was a deep rumble that echoed in the chamber which smelled of earth and metal. I stopped working the machine and grabbed for Nigel’s head. His tongue was on me flesh, swirling and spreading saliva. Now, I needed. I dropped the creation, spun Nigel around thanks to the shirt, and lifted his legs. I grabbed me dick, pressing the tip against his hole, eager to enter, to feel so much. The head popped inside his bottom and I pushed his legs open then grabbed his hips.

“Slow,” Nigel murmured, reaching up to stroke me face. “Gentle, Alexander.”