Date: Sun, 1 Jan 2012 15:20:53 +0000
From: alfredo garcia <alfredo247@hotmail.com>
Subject: Images for Daydreaming (Adult Youth)

Images for Daydreaming

by Alfredo Garcia

Naked, hands tied above, he twists and stretches on tiptoe, his face
distorted by exertion. A curtain filters the winter morning light that
washes the room in shades of grey. A single shaft of brightness pierces
through a gap, slashing across the body of the suspended adolescent form.

The commanding contours of a man emerge from the shadows, his cock raging,
hard and hungry.  A featureless face surveys the soft curves of the
youthful ass, the slim parting of his thighs, the mounded muscles of his
back and arms and he sways slowly on unsteady points.  An icy chill
caresses the straining back, the teetering feet, the tight, taut ass. There
is coldness too in the man's face, his muscular chest and powerful hands.
But heat floods both erect penises, the folds of the boy's neck, and groin,
his anus and the man's lips and fingertips.

All is still, silent and all motions measured.  It is as if time were
slowed till almost stopped.  The boy senses the approach, with a sideways
glance, and perceives the power and potency of the presence. The young
body, with pounding heart, tenses, twists helplessly in his binding.  With
slow silent steps, the man's sex swings obscenely; his eyes see only the
body, beautiful, vulnerable, helpless.

Energy flows, as energy must, from warm to cold, the hard on the tender,
and rough to the soft; order becomes disorder. The cold indelicate palm
caresses the warm and soft inner thighs, rough fingers claw the tender
nipples.  The young torso arches as the dark the shadow bends about him.
Man hands stoke the slender sides, fingers seek and find the neck and
mouth. The youth trembles, and his throat contracts and drowns a moan.
Nearby, in the bustling street, people, cars move about, and far off, the
sea foams and crashes.  But the sphere stops its spin to witness the lewd,
strong fingers tighten and twist small testicles, stroke the fevered lips
to penetrate the warm wetness and raise the small stiff nipples.

As beast imposes brutal force on prey, no words are spoken, no sound is
made, when the universal truth is told.  Then comes inexorably the
consummation of life. Sex-dagger sinks in soft skin, and the hoarse wild
cry of man merges with the sharp agony of the youth. The spurting semen
floods first and young blood slowly spills. The sacred and wondrous
communion of life has taken place again, something has ended and something
created new. Predator and prey have performed their part and become one
being. The eating and eaten, the death and then rebirth, in other places,
at other times, by other entities, the dance of life is done.


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