Date: Sat, 11 Mar 2006 23:39:39 -0800 (PST)
From: lookingforastronauts <lookingforastronauts@gay.com>
Subject: Melding Me

Instead of changing the circumstances around the same old sucking and
fucking, what if we changed sex itself?

This story contains homosexual behavior that does not reflect reality. Any
chance that it does reflect real events is completely coincidental (but if
it does, let me know cause I'd like to be a part of it!). If it's not legal
for you to be reading this (because you are too young, or disapprove of
same-sex sexuality), turn around now. The actual story is copyrighted,
although the premise is fair game, and if you would like to write a follow
up or similar piece, I only ask that you let me read it.

I would love feedback at lookingforastronauts@gay.com (with the word
"nifty" in the subject line).


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      Melding Me

      Seven dicks were inside me, penetrating deep into gelatinous flesh
that opened up just enough to allow this assault from all directions. Each
thrust reverberated through my body, staying unique for only a second until
another thrust urged me in a different direction. These were the typical
seven men on Tuesday: Mustache, Black Spikes and Nipple Bars were taking
breaks from their workday jobs, while Black Joe, Sam, Curvy and Prince
Albert went to work later in the afternoon.
      This wasn't my work, though it fed my appetite while I turned tricks
at night to pay the rent. Arcans are a rare species now that most have
taken a "normal" life to blend in with mainstream society. I was different.
      Prince Albert shot first, as usual, deep into my stomach, which he
was penetrating on my right side below my armpit. The warmth sat for just a
minute inside my body as I savored the taste and sensation of cum before I
allowed it to be broken down and absorbed into my bloodstream. The energy
and sudden rush of blood warmed my whole body and caused the flesh around
the other six cocks to warm and moisten. Simultaneously, they all stiffened
and my body went weak with satisfaction.
      For Curvy, fucking my right kneecap, the friction of his shaft on the
warmth became a greater contrast from the cold air around the head of his
dick, which was sticking out the other side.
      My left heel was being pounded fiercely by Black Spikes, who had an
eight inch, skinny dick that now found a nice home inside my leg. Normally,
the pounding would continue for half an hour or so before he came, but with
the activity he could see- six other men's dicks entering my now slightly
aglow body- he would not take long.
      Mustache, Nipple Bars and Sam were having the most fun, as their
cocks were hitting, pushing and sliding around each other's inside my
head. My eyes had stopped working, mostly because someone's (it felt like
Nipple Bars') dick had penetrated through the side of my forehead and
shifted my eyes around.
      Rearranging my flesh caused no pain, and I'd come to enjoy it as part
of having men cum into me in various places of my body. The top of my head
was especially erotic, since my nerve and digestive tissue was densest
there. Having three men cum at once made my body light up, which usually
sends out enough energy to make every dick in me cum, sometimes even for
the second time.
      This burst of energy is what I lived for- the closest thing an Arcan
has to an orgasm. Committers, Arcans that choose to live in a life of
servitude to one or two or three specific people, can't ever understand
this. They don't understand the connection and fulfillment that comes from
having seven men simultaneously give you their trust, passion and genetic
material that digests into the blood and fuels an Arcan's body. Nutrient
supplements and sun-bathing are no match for the old fashioned way, but
like I said earlier, we traditional Arcans are a rare species.
      The bracelets on my wrists and ankles were the only thing I wore; the
wide black bands of silicone were flexible enough to allow movement but
sturdy enough to connect with cords from the ceiling, and hold my
appendages up. My body was supported by a stainless steel pole with a small
cradle about 40 inches off the ground that penetrated inside me to carry
the weight of my spine- the only solid part of my body, running from just
above where my legs meet to the middle of my neck.
      Mustache began to come first, moaning loudly, until Nipple Bars
joined him. The first shot hit the side of my eye and rested for only a
second before I had to absorb it to make room for Nipple Bars' huge load in
the middle of my head. Absorbing this caused my body to tingle, but not for
long as Sam, a silent ejaculator, shot his load into my head in the same
area as Nipple Bars. The rush of energy started in my brain and ran quickly
through my body, down to my toes and back again, pausing where the four
others were fucking me, and titillating their dicks to the point that they
came again in dry heaves.
      When my sense of hearing came back after my orgasm the only sound in
the room was the deep moaning of eight post-orgasm men who were apathetic
about leaving the safety of this room. There was awkward silence before Sam
finally pulled out of my head and turned quickly towards the shower
room. My ear reshaped in the place his cock had been, and I could better
hear the heavy silence that surrounded the men.
      As if planned, five of them pulled out simultaneously and my body
quickly went to work filling in the holes they left including my eyes, head
and feet. Black Joe stayed inside, penetrating me at my armpit, watching my
body reshape and react to his slight movements as he teased my side. I knew
this turned him on.
      Black Joe was different than all the others. Early on, he volunteered
to be the one to take me out of position every Tuesday, and he always
showed up on time, came on time and even let me out of position exactly at
the time he was supposed to. He was also the only one I had ever had a
decent conversation with. He's got one partner, a job delivering produce,
two nephews back in Philadelphia and a hankering for country music. Last
weekend I'd done some private work with him and his boyfriend, spending an
entire day having sex in every position imaginable. The conversation I had
with them was deep and thought provoking, stopping only when my mouth area
was being fucked by one or both of them. Of everyone I've ever met, they
were the two people I could become friends with.
      It had always seemed nice, to have that solid support network, that
best friend among many who can calm your nerves and captivate your
soul. I'm not sure this is the answer to all my problems, but it could help
in the meantime with the boredom I felt when I wasn't being a penetrated.
      Slowly and gently, in order to belabor the point and bring us both
more intense pleasure, Black Joe pulled his dick halfway out of my armpit,
and then dragged it through my arm until the silicone cuff prevented his
dick from proceeding into my hand. He undid the cuff and let my wrist melt
off his dick and fall to the ground. The other three cuffs were undone
slowly to allow me to adjust my balance until every rope was hanging free
and I could push off the ground to lift my spine off the pole.
      Standing up was difficult, so Black Joe held me steady with his hands
on my shoulders for just one minute, but this week he lingered a little
longer. Looking over I found his eyes staring deep into mine.
      "Joe and I were wondering if you'd like to, y'know, go on a date
sometime?"
      "Sure." The words were out before I even knew it. He had caught me
off guard, and I had let my defenses down. And yet I wanted this.
      There was an awkward silence, but Black Joe broke it, "You don't have
to give up the Arcan Rooms, we both understand."
      A wave of relief washed over me. "Yeah, thanks, that's not really
important... but I need... more, too. So I think it could be
good... yeah... good." How could I give in like this?
      "I'll see you on Friday, at sunset, at my place." He leaned in and
kissed my forehead, his lips were cool on my hot skin and I could feel the
moisture being absorbed into my system. Rarely anyone kisses me.
      "Good." I called out after him, "I'll see you then." Slowly, a smile
slid across my face as I stood, the rest of my body frozen, watching him
walk into the shower room and out of sight.