Date: Fri, 15 Sep 2006 15:11:32 -0700
From: Kinghtly Breeze <knightlybreeze@hotmail.com>
Subject: Evening Interlude

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This is my first attempt at erotic fiction submission... let me know what
you think at knightlybreeze@hotmail.com.

This fictional story contains descriptions of consensual sexual contact
between males.  As such it is homoerotic, designed for the entertainment of
mature adults.  If you are not of legal age to read such material, or if
the subject matter would create irresolvable personal moral dilemmas,
please exit now.


Evening Interlude


And there it was, the slick coated tongue snaking into my mouth inching
towards the back of my throat, teasing yet forceful, mixing my hot freshly
extracted sinewy spunk lurking round his gums and teeth, melting into the
shared potion of our frothy spit.  His undulating sensory organ, the one
that had just coaxed my every last beady drop, milking me dry, until I was
beyond empty, until I was a mind numbing vacuum of spent orgasm hungry for
him to nurture and replenish my load.  My mind blurred, was that really his
tongue or some alien sex organ twisting and turning inside my mouth, poking
and prodding deeper, curving along my tongue, tickling my tonsils,
implanting our stew of seed, saliva and sativa back in my throat like a
pestle mixing what remnants of his essence he had offered to my wanton
desires from earlier that evening.  It was inside me there that our cum
began to mingle and unite, swimming down and invading my being bit by bit.

All this before I could gasp and catch that deep breath which inevitably
follows the pounding wave, the breath that recovers me from the tidal wave
of sensations not the least of which including my sphincter ring clasping
firmly and tightly down around the base of the deep plug inside me, my
contracting muscles, pulsating and with resonance.  That plug had no chance
in hell of escaping me, not now, especially not in that moment.

He disentangles from our interlocked embrace after what seems like hours.
Reaching back around behind me, just past the corner of my sight, where the
horizon of candlelight blurs and transforms into darkness.  I'm still
recovering from that mind blowing orgasm, high and hazy, too weak to move,
and, in a flash, it's there.  Thick heavy plastic protruding into my mouth,
pushing past my outstretched lips and teeth, widening my jaw to the max,
and filling the sticky wet battleground where our tongues had battled for
supremacy just seconds before.  With my eyes barely able to adjust to my
surroundings, it's my tongue that I rely on to sense and make out this new
intrusion.  With barely room to maneuver, to probe or help make sense of
what was now filling my maw, I rely on the tip of my tongue to trace along
this thing, circling round it to quickly realize that it is now being
clasped tightly in place.  It will not budge, no matter how hard I try to
push it out.  But what is this?  Yes, it feels very familiar.  That's it!
My mouth and tongue cannot be fooled.  It doesn't take me long to realize
that this gag is actually in the shape of his cock, the shape I know all
too well.  From the tip, head and veiny ribs recreated, most likely molded
for just this occasion.  The funny thing is, it's hard for me to discern
from reality whether the cum that we were just sharing in my mouth wasn't
really leaking from this gag's peehole tip, this faux cock that was now
invading my senses and world.

As my jaw relaxes and the gag settles in place, jamming our juices deep
down my throat, oozing into where my systems begin to incorporate his being
into mine, I barely notice that in my sweaty dim haze, he has shifted
himself behind me, tracing kisses along where his strong hands massage
along my neck and between my shoulder blades.  It's hard for my focus to
leave the tasty intrusions now harbored safely in my mouth and nestling up
against my throat.  Mixing the stretch of my neck and arms with his firm
warm touch, I sense he is up to something new.  What is that?  Wrists being
pulled back together.  Rough leather and cold metal?  Ow, being tied tight,
my hands securely pulled back behind me with metallic clicks.  My senses
focus sharply just in time to notice what also seem like hog ties pinning
my wrists back to my ankles, stretching me backwards and forcing the deeply
rooted butt plug to curve along inside me, pressing on my prostate in
unimaginable ways, flickering that ember of stimulation back into life.

Then, with the familiar velvet blindfold sliding down my brow and over my
eyes, I am being shut off.  I cannot move, speak nor see now. Save for the
musky scent of our strong writhing bodies and the longing spasms of
pleasure refusing to subside within me, I am utterly without senses.  The
only sound I hear is the satisfied tone of his voice urging me to rest and
regain my strength, just before he places padded headphones over my ears
playing soothing zen-like tones and chants that had began the entire
evening not too long ago.

There I am.  A spent pile of raw aroused nerve endings that won't stop
firing - Pleasure! Pain!! Ecstasy.  Barely a word is exchanged, nary a
whisper, nor are any needed, save for our acquiescent grunts and moans
emanating deeply from with in us.  I am melting into utter oblivion.
Fading off... that is, until he calls on me to begin the cycle anew.