We were loving each other, doing all the beautiful things that two human beings can do with their bodies. It was pure, animal instinct.
I sucked his cock, he loved me in the ass, and we went at it like two horny teenagers.
Then, right when it was getting interesting, he paused.
"Is your heart okay?" he asked.
"Say what, baby?" I said, pausing my ball sucking.
"Tell me about your heart?" he said.
"You mean my cardiac muscle?" I asked, mildly annoyed. I wanted to suck balls.
"Nope," he said. "Here we are, and I love it that you're sucking my balls, and that we've been fucking each other's brains out. But what are our lives worth?"
I paused, and stood up, and looked at him.
"What?" I said.
The heat was fast dissipating.
"A great and compassionate teacher, once is supposed to have seen a dog with a wound covered in maggots," he said.
I listened. Where was this going?
"He saw the dog's suffering, and wanted to free it from maggots," he said. "But he didn't want to harm the maggots."
I was 'eewwing' in my mind, but he had me thinking now.
"So he used his tongue to move the maggots out of the dog's wound," he said.
"Eeewww," I said, wrinkling my nose.
"Then," he continued, not paying attention to my disgust, "the maggots and the dog vanished, and the deity of compassion appeared, and blessed the teacher."
I wondered at the story. One minute ago, I had been sucking balls. Now, I had just heard a parable that was designed to deliver some great insight into existence.
"What made you think of this?" I asked.
Perhaps my oral skills needed work, or perhaps my oral skills were so good, that the sexual pleasure was enough to be transcendental.
"Yesterday we were playing out a gag fantasy," he said, "and you were gagging on my cock and balls. Today, we did a whole 69 fantasy and wore each other like hats, and now we were back to the gagging stuff. I love your pussy, and you love my cock, but what happens to those poor little dogs with maggots in their wounds though?"
I stopped. He had a point. We had been lost in debauchery too long.
"Go on," I said.
"There's lots of street dogs in India, in Africa, in every country, here in the USA too," he said. "Let's go help them."
I nodded. That had a bigger orgasm to it than plain old ball sucking. I took his hand, and we walked towards the doddering greyhound on the street outside.
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