I didn’t want to reach down and adjust myself because I knew the guy would still be watching, and I didn’t want to give him any ideas.I had to get...away from this guy somehow so I could adjust myself. It was beginning to hurt. Then I saw a doorway that said theater or booths, I don’t remember exactly, but I knew it was my best option at the moment.I walked through the door and entered this darkened backroom. There were aisles on the left and right that formed a loop around a series of private. Ritchie” escaped from my lips. I was nearly done, but he stopped and looked up at me from the foot of the bed as I lay there panting. He didn't say anything as I sat up and started to undo his belt and unzip his trousers. He dragged them off from around his ankles and I pulled down his boxer shorts. I slowly traced his cock with my tongue before wrapping my lips around the whole thing. He let out a deep, loud moan that made me wetter than I already was. He kept moaning, at this time I didn't. And how was he supposed to know when an attack occurred? On the other hand, the walls around him were stone -- solid enough to support the entire weight of a keep. Yards thick, and he had no tool for excavation.The chimney had to be a weak point. He checked. It was hard to see, but it narrowed to about the width of his head well before it reached the next level. Certainly, it was narrower than either his hips or his shoulders and had to be a longer climb than ten manheights.There was a noise. Something I could never have wished for. Something even to this day that makes my cock jump when I think about it. He asked if I wanted to shower with him. He seemed so casual, this gorgeous naked man with his cock just hanging there, while my heart pounded. I was sure my cock twitched and showed my delight. “Sure” I smiled nervously and then I could see a glint in his eyes and a perceptible twitch in his cock also. He stood there smiling at me, watching my cock expand and stepped forward to.