Taking The Lot

The gentlemen are slowly shaking hands    
With introductions: first name terms, of course;  
They smile and slap their backs and, as was planned,    
Sir flicks his finger, smiles to see the source    
Of future pleasures kneeling to the side    
And waiting, breathing slowly, as I'm faced    
By time that's drawing closer for the glide    
Of tongue on stranger's member; and a taste    
That is quite unfamiliar: this adds spice    
To thoughts of master and the man I'll serve,    
Enjoying every moment of this vice:    
It takes both to that edge, as my lips curve    
Around the hardness of this alien cock,    
That swells and spurts; then my throat takes the lot.