Edgar Aeternum, Book 1: Tales of Aeternal Love

by Jay Belle Isle

  Edgar opened the ornately-carved box and took out a small vial of finely-ground marijuana along with a vaporizer shaped like a miniature Stradivarius. He filled the bowl and slid the lid back into place, then returned the vial to its home in the box.

  Hello, old friend! Even with all my money, it's damn hard to get this strain it's so popular. Money talked and dealers listened when it was illegal, but nowadays it's like telling a waiter you'll pay double for a steak when he's already told you they're out of cow.

  Edgar flicked the small node on the side of the vaper, waited and then inhaled deeply. He felt the buzz roll through him like a wave of pure bliss. On the exhale, he took his time to enjoy the sweet spiciness that was the trademark of Mars Red. Edgar closed his eyes, smiled and leaned back, relaxing into the plush sofa. The Red was doing its magic; every inch of Edgar's body sang with joy, uplifted and expanded as though becoming one with the Universe. This expansion was not entirely spiritual, though; Edgar's uncut cock began lengthening as well.

  Oh yeah. That's the stuff. Good ol' Red never lets me down. One draw and I feel like I'm on my way to the Moon. Heh. Been there, though; not so great. Too many moralists; I had enough 'Thou Shalt Nots' in the twen-cen. Let's get this ship goin'! Warp nine, Mr. Crusher. Engage!

  Edgar put the tip of the Strat's slim neck between his lips, hit the node and breathed in the delicious vapor. Holding it for a ten count, he released it, once again savoring the taste. His typical routine was about five hits, not all that much, but given the strength of the Mars Red, just enough. He relaxed even further, stretching his legs like a cat after a nap. The wave crested, giving Edgar a shiver of pleasure and bringing his growing erection nearer to its full nine inches. He raised the Strat to his lips again.

  The next drag took Edgar to full erection, his abdomen tightening as pleasure spread in a tsunami through his body, his cock the epicenter. He threw his head back and moaned at the force of the stimulation, muscles temporarily clenching and releasing. His right hand drifted across his bare chest, eyes closing at the sensation. He slowly rubbed his left nipple, pulling and rolling the little nub between his thumb and forefinger, his breath hissing out from between clenched teeth.

  Ah, fuck yeah! That feels so goddamn good! And that's only three hits; I've got two more go before this party really gets started.

  He licked his full lips and put the Strat between them again, drawing deeply, the warm feel of the Mars Red filling his lungs and spreading through his body. He held it in as long as he could, finally releasing it, his hard cock twitching in response. A small bead of pre-cum formed at the tip, becoming a pool within the concave fold of his foreskin. He shuddered, gasping as he lowered his hand slowly caressing his abdomen, approaching the head of his swollen rod and the dark blond triangle of hair at its base.

  Another spasm hit and his heavy cock jumped before he even grazed it, the pool of pre-cum spilling onto his tight stomach, a thin rope trailing from his abdomen to his cock. He continued moving his hand still lower until he encountered the warm puddle. He slowly spread it around his stomach, the slickness sending his passion into overdrive. His cock returned to its usual position, pointing toward his chin with a satisfying thud.

  Sweet Jesus! I can't believe how close I am and haven't even touched myself yet! More, baby, more!

  Edgar raised the Strat to mouth for the fifth and final drag of the night. The tingles he felt as the vaporizer contacted the nerves on the inside of his lips caused the pre-cum to flow even more. He was a heavy leaker, his loads even larger when he finally shot, the force of his ejaculations typically propelling his cum well over his head. As he drew in the last puff of Red, his asshole twitched, causing another spurt of pre-cum to leak from his rock-hard cock.

  He slowly exhaled, enjoying every bit of the Red and dropped his hand from his abdomen, reaching farther down and cupping his full balls in his hand. He gently rolled the low hangers with his fingers, groaning in pleasure. His hand returned to his stomach, wiping up a healthy amount of his slick pre-cum. As he finished exhaling, his hand dropped back between his legs, this time moving his full sac aside and allowing his fingers access to his tight hole.

  He drew his legs up slightly to get better access and just grazed the sensitive pucker with his fingers. The resulting pleasure was so strong he immediately pulled his hand away. Face flushed, breathing heavily, he put the Strat down and returned his attention to his erect nipples, working both at the same time. The sensations, so similar, were different, too. The fingers of his left hand were dry; the friction on that nipple was greater. His right nipple, however, was benefiting from the pre-cum lube still slicking his fingers. The combined sensations elicited another long, drawn-out moan.

  His hole, badly neglected at the evening's orgy, throbbed in anticipation. He rose from the sofa and strode purposefully to his bedroom, returning a moment later with a small bottle of lubricant and a black silk pouch about twelve inches in length. He set both on the coffee table before sitting down again. Leaning forward, he grabbed the pouch and opened it. Inside was his pleasure for the night, just the thing he needed to satisfy the burning hunger he felt with each throb of his impatient asshole.

  Edgar pulled out a large, realistic-looking dildo, bulbous mushroom head sitting atop a thick, veiny shaft, egg-sized testes nested in a pliable sack at the base. He licked his lips and brought the huge dong close, running the head over their fullness. He parted his lips, darting his tongue out to caress it before opening his mouth wide to fellate it. Edgar closed his lips over the shaft, just below the head, the dildo's substantial girth stretching them to their limit.

  At two inches in diameter and ten inches in shaft length, it was the largest ass toy Edgar owned. He liked the way it filled him, challenging his ability to take it without making him feel as if he was being ripped apart. He was a fan of a great many forms of pleasure, but that kind of pain wasn't one of them. He slowly tongue-bathed the underside of the huge cock and pushed it into his mouth, at the same time tweaking a nipple with his free hand. Then he pulled back his foreskin with agonizing slowness.

  He gasped around the thick rod in his mouth as he tightened his grip on his own hard cock, finishing the downward stroke that completely exposed his slick, shiny glans. He held his fist in place, resting on his pubes as he took more of the big cock into his mouth. Edgar gave his own cock a few hard shakes, ending with a firm slap against his stomach and breathed deeply through his nose further opening his throat. The mushroom head slid home; he knew from experience that he had now taken three quarters of the dildo.

  Edgar held steady, working his throat, milking the rod as though it was the real thing. He had no gag reflex, though even if he did, the Mars Red would've negated it by now. He withdrew half of the huge dong and slid it home again, repeating this action over and over, eyes closed, imagining it was the real thing.

  Finally, when he thought he would explode with desire, Edgar took the dildo from his mouth and set it on the coffee table. It stood tall on its base, slick with Edgar's saliva. He picked up the bottle of lube and opened it impatiently, dropping the cap in the process. He squirted a small amount on the fingers of his right hand and leaned back, ass on the edge of the seat, legs spread, feet on the floor.

  Edgar reached for his cock and balls with his left hand, cupping both and pulling them upward, exposing his pink hole. Slowly, he rubbed the lube over the tight pucker, inhaling sharply at the burst of sensation. The tip of his middle finger slipped inside and his whole body shuddered, his cock pulsing in his closed fist, as a copious stream of pre-cum spilled down the side of his shaft.

  He pushed the finger deeper, reveling in the feeling of penetration. Soon, his index finger joined the party, and he moaned loudly, the feeling of being stretched open overtaking him. He paused, giving himself a chance to regain control. It would be nothing to finish this way, a few well-timed strokes of his pulsating cock and he'd fly over the edge into orgasm. He was not ready for that, yet.

 
Once he knew it was safe to continue, he began a slow, in-and-out thrusting, going deeper each time until he felt his fingers hit his prostate. He gave another full-body shudder, accompanied by a moan, holding his fingers on the sweet spot, applying a soft, rhythmic pressure. "Ah, fuck!" he yelled into the quiet room. "Goddammit, fuck me now!"

  Edgar took his fingers out of his hungry ass, sat up and grabbed the dildo. He flopped back on the sofa, moved his low hangers out of the way and began rubbing the big mushroom head against his throbbing hole. "Oh god!" he cried out, shaking. "Please..."

  Ever so slowly, Edgar applied gentle pressure and the cock head opened his tight pucker. He felt the sudden snap of the ring of muscle admitting defeat as the invader popped through. He waited a moment, allowing himself time to adjust to the new feeling of fullness, before taking more. It was a maddeningly slow process - take a couple inches, pause - until the massive prong completely filled his hungry ass, its balls resting against Edgar's ass.

  Finally filled, enjoying the sensation he'd craved all evening, Edgar began fucking himself, sliding the massive dildo halfway out of his clenching ass before pushing it back in, balls-deep. His left hand worked over his nips, first one and then the other, pulling and twisting the hard nubs. As though with a mind of its own, the pace at which the dildo fucked his hole quickened. He raised his legs off the floor, bringing his knees up and to the sides, even with his hips.

  Edgar's moans and heavy breathing accompanied the soft squishing the dildo made as it reamed his tight ass. He pulled it almost all the way out, leaving only the head encased in his heat, and rammed it home, hard and fast. This became his new mode of thrusting as he abandoned his tit work and gripped his dripping cock in a tight fist, stroking it in time to the dildo's pounding thrusts.

  Edgar was panting like a marathon runner nearing the finish line as he was fast approaching his own finish. "Ohhh-uhhh!" he moaned again and again as the huge ass invader pillaged his hole and his stroking fist became a blur. "Ahhh! Ahhhh! Oh fuck! Fuck! Ohh! Jesus fuck, I'm gonna blow!" he cried and seconds later, his world exploded, wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure ripping through his body. The paroxysm of his orgasm was so strong it felt like it shook the sofa.

  "Ahhhhhhhhh!" Edgar cried as the first volley of cum shot from his pulsing cock. The jet was so powerful it went over his head and hit the back of the sofa. The next shot did the same, as Edgar continued to convulse. He held the dildo buried as deeply in his ass as it could go and continued to pound his cock, almost violently. The third and fourth blasts of hot cum hit him in the forehead and nose, the fifth, sixth and seventh landing in his open mouth. He swallowed greedily, wanting more. The final few spurts wound up on his chest and abs, one falling on his pubes.

  "Ohh... ohh... Shit!" he hissed, still shaking. He lay there, sweat- and cum-covered, the massive dong still lodged in his ass, feeling the ebb and flow of post-orgasmic bliss. After a few moments, he slowly removed the dildo, gasping as his well-fucked ass snapped shut. He dropped it on the sofa and lowered his spasming legs, putting his feet on the floor.

  As his breathing slowed, he brought his left hand to his mouth and licked off the sweet, salty cum covering it. He wiped it off of his face and forehead, eagerly eating it and did the same with the jizz on his torso. Still hungry, he leveraged himself up with no small effort and turned to the back of the sofa, where the thick fluid was beginning to ease down the leather. He quickly lapped it up, like a starving man at a banquet, savoring the taste of his own seed. When it was all gone, he slowly stood on unsteady legs. His body still sang with pleasure, his satisfied ass throbbing to his slowing pulse, his still-hard cock twitching.

  Edgar grabbed a towel from the laundry center and wiped down the sofa, paying extra attention to the spot where the dildo had lain. Retrieving the errant lube cap, the bottle and the black silk pouch, he headed to his bathroom, satisfied and smiling.

  After a quick session with a warm washcloth, Edgar, now fully satisfied and tired, padded barefoot into his bedroom, half hard cock swinging between his muscular legs. "Lights," he called out to the home computer which obliged by turning on the soft lighting Edgar preferred. "All lights but this room - off; lock it up for the night." The house computer cut the rest of the lights and activated the security system.

  Edgar glanced at the clock on his bedside table, 4:10 a.m. "Wake me up at 10 a.m.," he ordered the computer. A soft chime sounded acknowledging the alarm. Edgar pulled back the cobalt-blue comforter and crawled onto the sky-blue sheets. Once settled on his right side, he pulled up the covers and ordered the lights off. He was asleep just moments after the room went dark.

  CHAPTER 2

  Morning came for Edgar with a softly singing chime, slowly increasing in volume until he called for it to stop. The room was still dark, courtesy of the heavy drapes; given his often unusual sleeping patterns, Edgar preferred total darkness. "Drapes open," he spoke into the silent room; the HC complied and the room was soon filled with golden light. Edgar threw back the covers, sat on the edge of the bed, stretched and scratched his balls.

  Ahhh, nothing like a good night's sleep. And a good scratch. This morning wood is gonna make the first leak of the day fun. Whatever. I'd rather piss with a hard-on than not be able to get one any day. But, I think I'm gonna give it a few minutes before I try to go.

  He walked over to the window, taking in the view. The eastern side of the building overlooked Gridley Park, the 2-4 equivalent of the twen-cen's Central Park. Clear skies, beautiful trees and green lawn filled Egdar's vision; he smiled, contemplating a morning run. There were already people on the park's many paths, joggers and walkers. With a wicked grin, Edgar waved at them with his slowly softening morning erection. Of course, no one could see the gesture this far up, but it gave him a slight bad boy thrill all the same.

  After the first couple hundred years, Edgar lost most of his concern for the social strictures people imposed on themselves. He couldn't really use the 'Life is too short' line of reasoning anymore, but at some level it remained his basic philosophy. He turned, bent and pressed his ass to the window, mooning everyone and no one in particular.

  Well, it's not a Sun Salute, but it'll do. Guess it's time for that leak. And coffee. Jesus, yes, coffee. I'm glad it's one of the things from the twen-cen that didn't go away with 'progress'. I miss an ice cold Coke like you wouldn't believe. Yeah, yeah, health concerns. Still, I miss it. And Twinkies. Sure, they brought 'em back, but that didn't last. Let's see: Piss, coffee & news, run, shower, breakfast. Works for me.

  Edgar headed off to the bathroom. The cool, sea-green tiles felt good against the soles of his feet, the slight smell of musk generated to cover unpleasant odors washing over him. The unique chemical design locked on to any other scent, eliminating it without itself becoming overpowering. Edgar took a quick glance at his body in the full-length mirror, admiring the muscular reflection before moving to the toilet. He passed his hand in front of the motion sensor, artfully designed to look like a decorative gem. The palm-sized diamond-shaped crystal, normally the same green as the floor tiles, glowed a dim coral pink as the system engaged.

  A slight hum was the only sound the waste disposal unit made as the covering retracted, the front piece of the cube sliding into the floor and the rest retreating into the wall behind the unit. Once exposed, the toilet was a simple padded seat over an empty bowl. The bowl was lined with a special material that prevented anything from sticking or leaving a trace. After use, the system cover replaced itself and the contents of the bowl were flash vaporized, the resulting gases vented to the building's filtration system before being blown outside.

  Edgar finished his morning whiz and shook the last drops from his now-soft cock. He passed his hand in front of the motion sensor again, closing the unit. He put his hands under the faucet of the coral-colored sink where a small squirt of foam soap followed by a stream of warm water filled his hands. He splashed some water on his face and grabbed a white hand towel from the rack. Once done, E
dgar headed to the kitchen for coffee.

  He grabbed his favorite mug from the rack. The grumpy purple character on the mug held its own coffee mug upside-down as the last drop fell out. The cross look on the character's face always made Edgar chuckle. He added some half & half and held the mug under the spout of the coffeemaker, watching as the hot, brown brew jetted into his mug.

  Sweet nectar of the Gods! There's nothing better than hot coffee in the morning. Unless it's sex followed by hot coffee…

  Edgar paused halfway between the kitchen and living room, briefly considering some morning self-pleasuring. After a few seconds, he discarded the idea and headed to his desk to attend to the flashing message light and check the news. The HC was programmed to not wake him for calls unless they were top-level urgent; obviously, the computer didn't consider this morning's calls urgent. He settled into the desk chair, took a deep swallow of the coffee and asked the HC for messages.

  "Two messages," the automated male voice said.

  "Play message one," Edgar said.

  The HC chimed and began playing the message. "Good morning, Edgar, it's Jace. When you haul your lazy ass out of bed, give me call. I want to hit Maxi's tonight and I don't feel like going alone. Off." The HC chimed, signifying the end of the message. Edgar hadn't been to Maxi's in a while. The club was upscale-modern, all glass and shining white. The music wasn't to his liking, but the drinks were good and Jace was always good company.

  "Play message two," Edgar said, putting his reply to Jace aside for the moment.

  The HC chimed again. "Hello? Is this Edgar? I, uh, we met at a, uh, party last month," the odd intonation on 'party' made Edgar wonder if it was actually a drinks & music party or a play party. The caller continued, "We, uh, seemed to hit it off pretty well and, oh I suck at this! I was wondering if you might want to, um, get together sometime? Uh, Wizzer gave me your comm ID; I, um, hope that's OK. Mine's Delta-seven-oh-two-six-four." There was a pause but no chime signifying the end of the call. "Oh, yeah, right, this is Maddi, um, Maddox. So yeah, uh, call me? Off." The HC chimed the end of the call.