by Moore, Gabi
“I want you to bend over for me,” he said, pulling my thong to the side.
He reached forward and pushed his hand against my labia. He and I had been through too much for me to be purely passive in all of this, so I got down and lowered his pants. He was already hard by the time my lips hit his cock.
“Always impressed with how big you are,” I managed to say. I had to strain my head backward so that I could look at the tip of his cock while my knee was beneath his legs. He tapped the head of his cock on my tongue, and I held the base of his shaft with my hand. He tasted good, and I enjoyed myself while letting my hand fall down the smooth muscles of his thighs.
There was less struggle in this fuck compared to the others. He and I no longer had anything to prove to one another, or to anyone else. I was free to enjoy him, just for the sake of enjoying him. My lips parted easily for him, and my hands turned gently on the surface of his cock. I smiled, and let my tongue do the subtle work that made him squirm in his body.
“Mmm.. I missed that,” he groaned.
He stood there for me, and let me take him at my own pace, which I felt was incredibly peaceful of him, considering the last time he saw me give head, I was brutally throat fucked by my previous boss.
“I want you,” he said, lifting me up and bending me over.
I could feel his hands pinching my ass gently, while his cock parted the lips of my pussy. He eased himself into my vagina, and then began to fuck me slowly. Feeling the fullness of him inside of me was a beautiful thing. We enjoyed a soft pace for a while, and then he picked up pace a bit more.
I loved how massive his hands felt on my body while he held me. Whether he was pulling my hair, holding my shoulders, or putting his hands on my hips, he felt so strong compared to me. The feeling was liberating.
“I think what I love about this,” I moaned in between thrusts, “Is how much power you give me.”
In response, he removed his hands completely, and let me push myself backward onto his cock. I enjoyed myself for a time, letting his cock be something independent for me to work my body against. This little game of ours held out for another couple of minutes before he lost himself and pinned me down not the couch.
“Oh God, yes!” I cried out.
It was obvious to me that I didn’t just love that he gave me power, but that he took power away from me as well. His cock was pumping inside of me, threatening to pull me out from the inside over and over. The couch creaked, and I could hear the wet sounds of his cock fucking he hell out of my cunt. I moaned and pleaded for him to keep going, and he slowed down in response, teasing me all the while.
When I would get out of line, squirming because of the pleasure, he would thrust deep and hard into me, and put me back in my right place. I could feel his body weight bearing down over me. His hands held me down on the couch by pinning my back shoulders. I gave up completely, and used my hands to either grab a hold of the couch, or spread my ass cheeks so he could have easier access to my body.
“I love you,” he grunted, diving down deep into my cunt.
“Fuckin’ cum on me then,” I replied, feeling a bit visceral.
He pulled out and shot his load all over the small of my back, then he leaned forward and licked his cum up off from the surface of my skin. His tongue moved slowly on my skin, and I swear I came just then — only knowing what he was doing to me. He kept the jizz in his mouth, and then came up to kiss me. The two of us spent a fair amount of time just exchanging the load between our mouths, swallowing each other’s saliva and cum until there was nothing to exchange besides our own kisses.
All in all, it was likely our most sensitive fuck until that moment.
“Do you want to get out of here?” he asked when we were done. “I’ve got a bit of time before I head home, and I’d really like to go somewhere nice with you.”
“I was just about to leave,” I told him as we laid together on the floor of my living room. “This place will be empty tomorrow, and I might as well go with you.”
There was a pause in the conversation, and then my heart spoke what needed to be said.
“Mind if I bring a friend?” I said with a grin.
His response was laughter and a nod. We didn’t need much more than a will in order to figure out how to make that happen. Perhaps a visit to Rome was in order. No explanations or articulated plans were necessary.
We had been through this once before.
Chapter 31 - Angela
The shores of Crete are not so different from Lido, but they are far enough away that it feels like you are in another world; that was the point, more than anything else.
I sat on the sand, staring out at all of the beautiful men and women. It seemed like the people on this particular beach had nothing better to do than show me their tan asses through variously undersized bathing outfits. Naturally, I didn’t have any objections. This was infinitely better than whatever was happening back in Lido, that much was for sure.
We had to torch the lab, and by we, I mean, I burnt that fucking building to the ground, and everything in it, only after wiping every server that I had access to -- must have been some kind of problem with the pilot on the stove. Couldn’t be helped, I'm sure.
*Bites lip*
Fortunately, the accident took place when the neighbors were out, so looks like everyone wins. I mentioned to Piper that I’d make her cum on the beach. I had no idea how literal that whole prophecy would become, but I had learned at this point not to question fate. Could be nothing more than a problem of confirmation bias, but it truly seemed like everything happened for a reason.
Right about then, Piper tackled me.
“Again?” I asked, pretending to be worn out.
She only smiled in response, and kissed me.
“This is a private beach,” Tyler said, “and there are combinations that I feel we need to put to the test.”
His cock was out once more, and hanging in front of my face.
“Erm… Science?” I replied, not knowing what else to say.
Piper laughed, and the three of us fell in together in a heap on the sand.
“To Science!”
Needless to say, the three of us wasted little time in getting busy with one another again. Our entire trip had really been one giant fuck fest, from beginning to end. I had no idea how things would end up between the three of us, but I did know one thing for certain — it had been enjoyable and by all accounts, that level of enjoyment did not seem like it was going away any time soon.
We had a rough time, Piper, perhaps more than all three of us, but in the end, at least we had each other. When exhaustion sets in, and the afterglow of the orgasmic overload has subsided, I found that nothing is quite as satisfying as the warmth of the sun, and the company of good friends. The simple pleasures of life are not to be overlooked in face of some of the more decadent pursuits.
Really, it’s the love you find amid the pleasures that make this life worth anything at all.
- THE END -
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Man Milk
A Gay Romance Of Cosmic Proportions
Chapter 1: Daniel
I had been working my cock into a frenzy for the last four days. I know that’s a bit excessive, but I was almost there. If I could only push past the thrill of orgasm long enough to connect with the rest of the cosmos, I knew that I’d be able to achieve what I was looking for.
Nirvana.
Enlightenment.
Satori.
Auto-Masturbatory-Tantric-Bliss.
For sure there was something I was missing. I gave up the no anal rule I had been given so long ago. I figured that you had to be able to ground yourself somehow, and the whole point of working with this type of sex magic was to have a firm grasp on your body. No better way of doing that than burying a finger in your ass.
I had never been with a man before, and each time I was with a woman, there wer
e so many different relationship aspects to keep in mind — not to mention the pregnancy issue. Ultimately, it felt better just to focus on myself, and figure out my own sexuality. On the other hand, I was lonely, and I hoped that I would be able to meet someone soon. I knew all relationships were likely full of conflated drama and problematic interpersonal emotional exchanges. Just seemed like every time I ejaculated that I was wasting a critical resource that could have been gifted to another person.
There was something driving me forward. This was my fourth session in one day. Each time I would get close to orgasm, and then back off again — edging my way toward my goal. There was a part of me that truly felt like I might be able to connect with the divine if only I had the right mindset while approaching orgasm.
I figured it was like suicide.
You know they say that you can’t commit suicide unless you have a completely pure state of mind, otherwise you end up in a hell realm with ten thousand other miserable fags — each one wanting to off themselves for one reason or another. The loophole for this sort of thing appeared to be in the realm of non-attachment. If you were able to die without being attached to anything in the earthly realm, then you were good. The problem was that most people were attached to things — different psychological blocks, or relationship hang-ups, etc. Then, when you offed yourself, you ended up becoming inadvertently connected with the very thing you were trying to escape the whole time.
I think it’s like that for orgasms as well.
The whole time you’re thinking about shooting your load, then you shoot your load, and it’s all over. Maybe if you’re lucky, you break a sweat, or get a bit of a cardio workout. If you’re even luckier, then you don’t have to wash shit off of your fingers, when you’re done. You might even feel motivated enough to eat your own jizz. All of that is to say that masturbating without an objective is kind of anticlimactic in and of itself.
Not to mention porn. Don’t even get me started about porn. You masturbate while fantasizing about some hot bodies on a computer screen, and then when you ejaculate your soul gets flung out at the screen and tied up with all of those other people lusting after that fucking incubus you’ve placed before yourself on your laptop.
We’ve reached the core of the subject: where do you place your soul?
Sex is centered around this single basic question. These are the fundamental principles of sex magic.
I was certain that if I could just figure out exactly how it worked — what sort of things I were supposed to focus on, then I could bring something beautiful into my life. I was looking for something that would change the way I experienced reality forever.
My favorite thing to focus on was the different colors of my chakras. I would start inside of my asshole, and picture light filling up my entire body, one color at a time. I wanted the light to go up my shaft, and all the way up my spine until it was bursting out of my head. Ideally, at that point, I would be connected with the entire universe. I’m pretty sure the rest of my life would be taken care of from that point onward. Once you are able to transmute your body into a divine entity during sex, the rest of life has to be pretty well managed. I figure both attitude and personality adjustments were implicit in a transformation of soul.
I pictured myself as a sexual monk. I wanted to be someone who knew the inner ways of sexual enlightenment, and could then teach people.
“Come to me,” I thought, while stroking myself. “Let me fill you with light, and show you the keys to the kingdom.”
I didn’t even fully grasp how arrogant I must be to believe that I could transfer enlightenment through my cock.
The only problem was that before I could push myself through into the final stages of visualization, I would inadvertently blow my load. What can you do when you shoot holy cum all over yourself but lick it off, and wish that you had someone else to include in your practice?
At this point in our story, it’s important for me to introduce Thomas, the Moli Faerie.
Like all good rave kids, Thomas had long given up a strict masculine conception of self. Thomas’s pronouns had been changed to “Ze / Zir”. Regardless of the fact that I have seen Thomas’s junk bounce up and down at a nude dance hall, I still wanted to be respectful of zir decisions. Regardless of the pronouns in operation, I still preferred the name, “Thomas the Moli Faerie.”
At any rate, Thomas was known to sell the best drugs available to the LBGTQ community. The MDMA Thomas sold was primo. What made the deal even more sweet, was that if you were a new customer, you got to be baptized by Thomas’s “Faerie Juice.”
Just one of the perks of hooking up with a drug maven, I suppose.
I hadn’t made a purchase from Thomas yet, but the standard offer was to get down on your knees and open your mouth. At that point, Thomas would offer you a powdered cock to snort and suck clean. Supposedly it was bitter, but useful if you didn’t have the money up front. The offer was only available to newcomers, and I had been keeping that possibility in my back pocket for some time now. I figured that if I was high on pure ecstasy, I could probably get in touch with my sexuality enough to find God.
My plan seemed reasonable. I didn’t have anything else to do that evening except continue to lick my own frustrated cum from my hands. The decision had only taken me a few years to form into an actionable plan. Realizing I had nothing to lose, I got dressed and left to Thomas’s favorite haunt, “Lectricland”.
I threw on some tight and trendy clothes -- as best as I could muster under the circumstances. I stopped by the mirror in the bathroom on my way out the door to fuck with my hair for a bit, and then sighed defeatedly. My outfit wouldn’t fool anyone, and there wasn’t anything I could do to change the fact. I’m not really a clubber, and I’m definitely not ‘scene’ material.
I left my apartment. My hands still smelled like semen, but I figured that was probably for the best.
“Pheromones for Faeries,” I thought.
Whether celestial bodies or green traffic lights, all things luminous seemed to shine for me that evening. There was a distinct feeling in the air that tonight was the night that might change everything. At that point, I wasn’t sure whether or not the zeitgeist of the moment was fate or desperation, but it didn’t seem to matter much.
My emotional wave was strong, and I was committed to riding things out -- however they might end up.
Chapter 2: Stoker
Like so many other itinerate, vampy faggots I got my start in this business by sucking cock. It wasn’t long before I was giving it up the ass to homo-normative, macho types while they begged me to call them princess. I’d slap them in the ass, keep topping them, and pull their hair in warning.
“If you so much as lose a single drop of cum that doesn’t end up in my mouth I will never fuck you again,” I told them. “Every single other man in the city will know exactly how worthless and disgusting of a bottom you are. I’m the fucking princess in this relationship.”
You had to be firm with biker types. That’s the only language they understand. Naturally I videotaped the whole thing, and streamed it online. Main goal was never to give a fuck, and always to get my fix. Realistically, they probably got a kick out of being publically owned. Degradation is the fantasy life of those fuckers.
I’m a self - styled incubus and cum vampire. On a decent night, I can drink deeply from the fountains of about twelve or thirteen cocks. Others might have me beat in that regard, but I’d like to point out one difference between myself and those whores you might be thinking of — I deal purely in seduction, not cash. As trivial as it may sound, I find that when money becomes tied up in an exchange of unmitigated lust, it only serves to detract from the currency of exchange. I have my eye on more pristine sustenance. Money is a holder of value, and I want all of that value to be stored within the sperm when it lands at the back of my throat.
Worship is how you get the most out of your victims. You make their prayers saturate inside of the sperm before you swallow; it’
s a neat trick. You don’t get much better than that in terms of potency for sexual fluids.
If you’re confused, try to think of things in terms of a celebrity. Sure, they get paid great money to be a public whore. Unless they move in toward prostitution in the first place, they don’t usually get paid to have sex. Of course, a celebrity is not at a lack for people who are willing to sexually worship their bodies. The fact that a celebrity is sexually desired by so many people is a major component which fuels the power of their image.
Most people don’t think of this in the same way as I do, but my eyes have been baptized by cum enough times to understand true reality when I see it — True Celebrities are those who understand and implement sexual vampirism in its most potent form.
I figured out the mechanics of my game, and made no pretense of it. Consequently, in the circles I ran, they called me Stoker.
My only problem is that I was getting a bit tired of my usual form of play. The thirst for that which is unique is an unfortunate aspect of my game. Conquering weak willed people is only exciting for so long, and then you need to move onto more difficult prey.
I needed to find some thrill beyond the ordinary seizure of spiritual power through subversive cock-sucking methods. I needed to find someone who would literally worship me. I wanted to get someone to fall in love with me.
