Body Love

I forget just when it was that the bodies took over. It was so cool when it 
happened, and I have a hard time thinking about what it was like before. I 
just remember how sexy it was, and I guess I've been hard ever since.
At first it was like being in San Francisco or Fire Island or West Hollywood 
or somewhere like that. You know. Incredibly good-looking young gay guys 
everywhere. Shoulders. Torsos. Bubble butts. Sweet hot lips, flawless hair, 
hot hands, beautiful legs, muscles everywhere, and wonderful flat, rippled 
stomachs. I could go on.
Thing is, most of these places have guys that you meet, get to know, and maybe 
something happens, maybe not. 
The changes came when it started happening all the time. It's been such a 
dream, and I no longer have the patience or inclination to think back to then. 
I don't know anyone who remembers well or who cares to. 
It was like this: you'd see a guy picked up by an incredibly looking guy with 
an awesome body, and it would be like the first guy just couldnt resist. 
That's something you do see from time, on a dance floor, in a bar, or even in 
a grocery store or locker room, but it began happening all over the place. It 
was like the guy's body couldnt resist the body of the guy picking him up. 
There was an inability to override it with better judgement, or excuses, or 
prior commitments. 
I remember the first time I saw it happen, and the two guys walked off to the 
dance floor of the disco. The first guy had his shirt off, and hardly talked 
to the second guy, if he talked at all. The second guy was dazed, stunned, all 
over the first guy, licking his chest, worshiping his body, hardly able to 
dance because he was so turned on.
Later, the guy with the great body kind of hauled his awe-stricken buddy away. 
The next day I saw the two of them, but the second guy looked awesome himself, 
his body looked sleek and muscular, and he looked totally cool and turned on. 
Both were there dancing shirtless, their gorgeous torsos glistening with sweat 
and exuding male potency.I got hard just watching them, when a friend of mine 
I was with, obviously hard also, dropped his drink and went over to start 
dancing with them. 
Other guys had the same idea, and soon each of the first two guys had about 
three or four other guys kind of in a worshipful daze around them, all kind of 
like groupies around a major star or world figure.
It made me so hard to see them all so turned on, and I kind of envied them as 
they later headed out together, not saying much but looking totally aroused 
and turned on!
When I noticed them back the next night, it was like they had all been to the 
gym for about five years and lost about six years -- they just looked great! 
And they all had that totally cool model's aloofness and confidence to go with 
their spangled-up, muscled up bodies, which fairly radiated sexuality as they 
attracted yet other men to them, drawn by their magnificent shirtless bodies. 
Some were barefoot, too, kind of country-casual barefoot, totally relaxed 
about it and looking so cool in their handsome bare feet.
Was it summer or spring? Probably spring, when the sap rises. Sure as the 
saplings sprout blossoms and new leaves, the city seemed to blossom with 
handsome young men, gorgeous gay men of every size and description, men whose 
bodies possessed a gravitational force, and irresistable sexual attraction, 
capable of derailing a man's thoughts and rendering him helplessly passionate 
and aroused. 
It became so common to see men arm in arm, relaxed and contemplative of each 
other, soaking up the sun, playing and running together, sweetly kissing each 
other, oblivious to time and space, and radiantly healthy and potent. Some 
forgot to wear clothes, all the better for all to see, as their gracefully 
powerful bodies seemed to thrive in the fresh air and sunlight, their 
magnificent muscled hips gently grinding as they walked along arm in arm, 
their full erections gently bobbing in the warm air. 
They would run and play even during cloudbursts, laughing as they shook their 
rain from their clean and natural looking hair, bodies glowing in the brisk 
summer showers. 
The thing I noticed was how they seemed to nourish each other with their 
love-making. Sex was mealtime, and they fed each other copiously, nursing each 
other with their massive hardons, or rump-feeding each other; it seemed all 
they needed. Sometimes you'd see a handsome nude stud calmly sucking himself, 
his huge penis rhythmically throbbing as it pumped thick hot rivers of 
come-nutrient into his own hungry lips, and when his buddy happened along, 
they'd laugh and suck each other and then rump feed each other and perhaps 
such each other off some more afterwards, then drift off to sleep in each 
other's arms before waking and feeding each other some more.
Life became like a long summer vacation -- it is amazing when you think of how 
many millions of beautiful and sexy gay men there seem to be now -- totally 
living on love, thriving on it. It seems they have overcome the question of  
replication, and for once the world is a beautiful place populated by millions 
upon millions of beautiful, gentle gay males of all types and colors, playing 
together, running, laughing, nourishing each other. It is a type of 
immortality that the planet was destined for, as men have attained the beauty 
of angels and have found their love in each other.