Homo Sex

I awake and have a hard-on. I live in a body that does what it wants. I need to take a piss. I'm bursting. I flip back the blankets, and slip out of the bed. The hard-on between my legs is sticking out. I look down at it, my perfect penis swaying from side to side as I head to the bathroom. My naked body is erect, slim, hard, smooth, and youthful. I'm a catch for any pretty cunt that needs a fuck. My penis is quivering like a stationary balloon as I bend it down to point at the toilet bowl, and internally let go, hitting the back of the uplifted toilet seat. Fuck the erection, I will have to clean the piss up in the morning.

I run my hand over my penis feeling its vigorousness, its well-sculpted head. They had stolen my foreskin when I was a baby, now its head is always exposed. I wish I had a foreskin filled with sexy nerves. An image of a sexy female appears in my imagination, her body erect, slim, hard, smooth, and nude, almost breastless. She taunts me with her cunt. Her hairless cunt proudly plump, the lips bulging like a peach. My penis feels even harder, if that is at all possible.

The reflection of life is in my imagination, and my penis with its fine animal vigor, is floating out before me like a divining wand as I climb back into bed, and pull up the blankets to cover my naked body. My penis is a medium of transport, a pipe to drain my bladder. It is a traveler to other worlds. Mostly it spends its time in a cottony silence, cradled at the base of my pelvis. I remember how the cavernous cunt touches along its border, were a distant fuck memory. Will have to do something about it, sooner, than later.

I stand under the hot shower, soaping my body, looking down at my penis, especially fascinated by my penis's circumscribed head, where the doctor's scalpel carved away the foreskin all those infant years ago. I do feel cheated of my birthright. The nudity of my circumcized penis pops out at me. The beautiful head still mesmerizes me. The head with its exotic glans, so alike a fresh mushroom. My penis it seems, was born to be exposed. The men who have been most intimate with my penis, cut into it. Cutting through the skin, trimming away sensitive skin as I red-screamed.

I feel a tightness entering my penis. Like a woman who shaves her cunt, I shave my genitals too. The razor's blades running smoothly over my ball-bag. I pull the skin tightly so I don't cut it. There is just a hint of darkness visible where the hair tries to sprout through. I have little pecs, with brown-red nipples. What amplifies my penis, is having her touching it. I can touch it, play with it but its not the same as having a stranger touching it.

I look at my young body in the full length mirror. A body so proud, so sexy, so violent. Give me, what you are in me. I want to seek the most orgiastic part of me. I want to fall into the naked crowd. Wading my way through cocks, and breasts, to taste the other. To suck on cock, or to eat cunt, it doesn't matter, as long as its sex. Sex without binds.

I Romeo her lips with the head of my cock. Kisses, and fingerings are being applied to my anus. They are readying me for the sodomising. I am barely legal, and the males want me. They love my bum. Hungry hands spread my delicate cheeks apart.

No more masturbating in secret. I didn't want to be found out. I didn't want to be caught in the lounge with my penis in hand. I have been the secret masturbator. There is nothing more alone than the secret masturbator. The body takes pity on the body, and masturbates itself. My penis stood up, as straight as an arrow.

Orgies as a way of penetrating each other, as a way of saying Hi!. A slender cock is rooted in me, I can feel the softness of its jiggly ball-bag kissing against my two balls. He is easing his body tight against the back of me. His strong hands gripping my bony shoulders. Sex gives. Sex gives pleasure. I am eating an oystery cunt, as I am being fucked. My tongue is delving deep between the slippery lips. Suddenly I can feel a hot mouth envelop my penis. I am being fucked in the anus, as I eat out a cunt, while my penis is being sucked, this is pleasure heaven.

I don't want to race against myself. I don't want this to end. The mouth wrapped around my penis, taking on the shape of my urgent penis. I don't want to cum, and ruin my pleasure. I don't want the penis digging my anus to cum, I want the feel of its length to go on forever. And I want the taste of the oystery cunt to flood my mouth like a last meal that never ends.

I who am in this sexual body, write these words to free myself from the difficult burden of always having to be a person. For a person is not the body. Such is the intensity of feeling only found in sexual play, there is no space for anything else, that is why this body gasps, pants, screams with delight.

The male, trapped on the end of his penis buried in my ass, seeks his volcanic climax. The mouth sucking my penis seeks its desired taste. The cunt on the end of my mouth seeks to release the female from the bounds of her entrapment. Everything is sensationally real. I write words that move leisurely in slow motion. I want the liquid death that frees me.

The slickness of the round, satiny penis, inside a million nerves grabbing the firm hard softness of the greedy penis, feeling the delicious, animal voraciousness, the snapshots of so many instants, hungry for the sensations being released inside my tight anus. This dark hole that provides so much joy to the penetrator, and the one being sodomized. The me inside the sexual body being sodomized.

My own penis is my vertigo, marginalized by the inside of the pulling mouth. My penis strains to exist, knowing that death awaits it. The instant is all of a sudden. Sweet, juicy sex spills from the narrow slit of my penis, gripped in the mouth, of a male or female. He or she swallows each milky drop down into places never seen, but only tasted. I get dizzy for a multitude of seconds.

These words are full of playful sex. That mouth is now upon my mouth, sharing some of the liquid seed, into my mouth. Cunt juice, and semen merge in a peculiar taste. When I think I ruin everything. I become a person again. But the male fucking my anus brings me back to pure sex. Sex without thought, and therefore without person. His hands reach around me for my soggy penis drip drip dripping between my legs. His hand grabs my ball bag tightly. He squeezes my balls milking the testosterone.

His penis stops inside my humid velvet, I can feel the vibrating tremor of it having being plucked like a harp string. He is grunting. What purpose is his beautiful penis but to piss, and froth its way over my sands. His hand is wringing my ball bag ever tightly. His body melts into the back of mine. I can feel his warm flesh, and angular bones. His fuck spreads through me. I tremble all over. My balls are crushed. I can feel him suddenly withdraw. His spent penis feels like a defecation, as it exits my anus.

I am left alone on the floor, a rumpled, spent body. I am a fallen gazelle. Extremely delicate, and oh so tender. There is a voluptuousness in being a body. Spent, or excited. I stand up, raw in my nakedness, in my body that has been fucked. I move slowly through the orgiastic crowd still intent on fucking. I love been in the pullulating darkness of sex. My anus feels wrecked, leaking cum down the inside of my leg. My bony body feels like a long sigh in the garden. My body is being picked like a rare rose.