A Story of Thrilling Sexual Magic Fetish Fun!
Did it ever occur to many of us that HOT GAY SEX is really all about the HEAT and PASSION of two men letting themselves be fully expressed in heart, body, cock, asshole, and voice?
We know all about the cock and asshole (or so we think—even though multitudes of men have never had a conscious finger in or near their asshole). But what about the heart, body, and voice?
I want to take pictures.
I want to document this life
of blissful communion with the divine
in a temple made for ecstatic, euphoric, hot sexual love between (and among) men
of soft-glowing light
even on the coldest of winter days.
But Today, the picture I paint is via the embodied magic of words alone…
My client today wanted to find the confidence he needed to fully enjoy his life. He was ready to take each step with confidence and knowing, and to let go of the perfectionism and lingering self-doubt which had held him back from fully realizing the beautiful, soulful, wholly-sexual and magical being that he is! Best of all—and lucky for the two of us—he wanted to employ the most effective and dynamic healing modality we have available to us for transformation and new awareness: Tantric-erotic ecstasy!
I told him, as I took his long wool coat and hung it on the rack by the front door, “I’m so glad you made it. Thank you for coming.”
I’m never really sure if a guy will show up. I’ve had guys who traveled a distance of over a hundred miles to see me, then got within a block of my house and chickened out. You just never can tell what will happen when a man’s fears get the very best of him….
I this case, he made it, and I was deeply and authentically grateful. I was especially happy he showed up because I knew for a fact that by the time he got here, he would be so fucking excited he could barely stand it. Sometimes, that much dick-throbbing excitement is more than a man can bear…more anticipation and excitement than any of us are used to knowing…
And so here it is, excitement—throbbing in the place where our two hearts and pelvises meet…
I had coached him to build and hold his excitement for two full days, which I knew was a lot to ask. Why was it a lot to ask? Because I knew what a horny, excited fucker he was! We had talked on the phone, and within minutes, we discovered that we both enjoyed a man-fetish which excited both of us to the point where it almost hurts:
Tight, sexy, hot, gay-ass bikini underwear.
We both liked to see it on a man’s body.
We both liked the way it felt on ours.
We both loved the way our cock strained against the ball-hugging, dick-tickling fabric.
We both loved it when we started to undo a man’s pants and our hands discovered very brief briefs.
We both loved it when our fingers softly traced the outline of the soft fabric where it met his skin….
And so we had told each other, on the phone, two days in advance of our meeting, how much we loved hot underwear. He knew what excited him and I knew how to do it. We knew all I had to do was say “hot sexy men’s bikini underwear” and he would almost immediately shoot a fucking load in his pants. When we hung up the phone, my last words to him were, “Be sure to play with yourself as much as you can for the next 2 days, but don’t cum”.
You never know if a man can hold it that long…
You never know what he’ll do when he’s so excited he can’t sleep.
And so…1 day after our phone call and 1 day before the hot date, I sent him just one more email…
just to make sure he knew there was more than one of us throbbing in his fucking pants…
just to make sure he knew there was more than one of us rubbing our throbbing dick all over the sheets and making fuck noises day and night….
just so he knew there was basically a fucking guarantee that there was some fucking over-the-top magnificent dick-balls-ass-and man-heart fun to cum!
I love writing like this. I know, almost without a shadow of a doubt, that there isn’t another man on this earth who is writing like this right now. These are my words, my song, my signature! These words are the conveyor belt which brings soulful hot SEX back into the collective consciousness! Yes! Gay-MEN, and hallelujah!
I could tell by the outline of the soft fabric under my fingers, as I gently, slowly unbuttoned his fly and slid my fingers inside his trousers warmed by his body heat, to feel the outline of his briefs. They were briefs—very brief, and silky to the touch…
By the time I got his pants down to his knees, his big dick was throbbing in the his tight bikini, which looked as if it had been purchased specifically to accommodate a dick as big as his…throbbing, curving downward, straining against the soft athletic mesh while my beard—then my tongue—traced the inside of his thigh, gently nibbling the outside of his balls, right where the fabric met his pubes…nibbling his balls through the tight fabric, until the smell of the sweet sweat of his balls excited me so much that I had no choice other than to put his big dick in my mouth—still in his underwear—so that I stretched the fabric even tighter down over his shaft, my teeth gently closing just enough to put gentle pressure on his throbbing, happy fucking shaft….ahhhhhhh!
I consider myself to be one of the luckiest men alive.
I get to HAVE SEX with excited, horny men
every day, if I want to
and I get to call it my livelihood!
Day after day, year after year, I cultivate the fine art of euphoric sexual FUN!
I don’t charge too much for my time, considering the magic that can happen in a matter of fucking minutes.
In fact, I’ll give it away for free if Mr. doesn’t have the cash and has a solid intent.
And in the end, when it’s all said and done, we all prosper.
We all prosper and throb and electrify and magnify this magnificent life on Earth…not only for ourselves, but for every person, tree, plant, animal, river, and ocean.
We do it for life.
This is my life.
This is my livelihood.
Gay-MEN, and Bless-It-Be!
My dick excited him.
He relished the way it throbbed.
He savored every slow, intentional brush of my beard against his…
every slight caress of his nipple with my scruff
every gentle nibble and inhale of his luscious armpits
every delicate, intentional caress of his face, neck, and chest with my hand
We could live in this delight forever, and we knew it.
We could live in the delight of standing, throbbing, heart-to-beating-heart and cock-to-throbbing-cock, standing…upright, with vertical, horny dicks throbbing in our briefs…savoring, relishing the touch of beard on skin and tongue on lips and heart-beat on heart-beat…
We were happy.
We were fulfilled.
And, apparently, by most people’s standards, we hadn’t even started yet…
We hadn’t even started yet, and yet still, we felt completely fulfilled, already.
What kind of a fucking paradoxical miracle is that?
What happened to the rush, the urgency to CUM, the insatiable desire to
PENETRATE and BE PENETRATED,
to FUCK SOME ASS
and GET THAT ASS FUCKED?
Well, if I might venture to answer, here is what I would say:
What happened was that two men got horny, then two men relished the full EXCITEMENT of being excited. Two men enjoyed whole-body excitement from the first touch. Even before they ever touched, there was something present which many, many people never get. Many people never get it because they don’t even know they’re seeking it, and the reason they keep seeking it is because they never got it.
How did we do it, this man and I, today?
We did it by merging ecstatic sexual excitement with intent.
“SEXUAL EXCITEMENT—but you weren’t even having sex!” you say.
Well, I don’t know about you, but when I was 12 years old, I looked up “human sexuality” in my family’s set of encyclopedias. Excited, with fingers trembling and my little cock already growing larger and more excited with every word I read, I savored these words:
“Unlike the female sex organs, which are internal, the male sex organs are primarily outside the body. The penis usually hangs flaccid outside the body, but when a male becomes sexually excited, the soft tissues of the penis fill with blood, and the penis becomes erect, and much larger.”
I throbbed for days after I read that. I was so hard that I couldn’t force my dick downward enough to piss in the commode, and so I had to go outside to pee in the woods for 4 days straight, where my erect cock could just spurt piss up into the air like a fountain. I hadn’t learned to jack off and squirt my own cum yet, so I just throbbed, excited by the hot liquid squirting up, outward, making a nice high arc into the air and down onto the dry, crunchy autumn leaves beneath my feet, beyond the edge of the woods at the end of our house.
Sexual excitement, yes! Have we become conditioned, somehow, to believe that anything sexual must involve some form of penetration? Surely not! So back to the story…
Two men enjoyed whole-body ecstatic excitement from the first touch today. How did we do it? We did it by merging ecstatic sexual excitement with intent. First, there was the endless, cock-throbbing, dick-writhing EXCITEMENT which filled our whole horny bodies from head to toe for days on end before we even got together. And when we finally did get together, we enjoyed the excitement of our pent-up balls to no end. For us, there was no end to the bliss. We wrote a brand-new story that dashed old paradigms to pieces and shattered the sexually-frustrating, unfulfilling, tragic old story of millions of men who live in a world where sexual excitement can’t live for more than a few minutes—or even a few seconds—before the CUM SHOT comes spurting out and it’s all over and pants are back on and men are out the door and back to…work?
Yeah, WORK! Back to work! Even while we throbbed and relished the excitement of throbbing in our fucking pants, I took my time, remembering that I was here to do the unprecedented work of inviting my lover to breath with me, and to remember the intention he had brought to me today. He was here to let go of the self-doubt that had held him back, and I was here to remind his dick-throbbing, underwear-fucking-excited body and heart to enjoy his life with the full confidence and passion he had within him.
If you ever want to see a fucking horny, excited man go into cathartic whole-body orgasms—even when he doesn’t even know what that means, and even without knowing any fancy techniques—just ask him what he’s ready to invite into his life, and what he’s ready to release to make room for it. Yeah, ask him what he’s ready to invite into his life, even while you’re undressing him and pressing your hard fucking dick against his. Ask him, “What are you releasing today, Lover, to make room for your wildest dreams?” Ask him while your tongue caresses the underside of his throbbing, pulsing dick-head…
My lover today wanted to invite in a sense of confidence and presence in all of his endeavors, and he said he was ready to let go of his self-doubt and perfectionism to allow in this new confidence and freedom. I pulled his underwear down underneath his ball sac, caressed his whole cock with my tongue, then took his whole cock in my mouth with salacious delight, and sucked him devilishly until I could tell by his shouts and moans that if I sucked him another half-second, he would most definitely CUM. I stopped just short of his cum-shot, stood up, and said, “Let’s take a few deep breaths together.”
We stood, one foot apart, breathing deeply and throbbing while we looked directly into one another’s eyes. I stared into the depths of his luscious brown eyes and told him in my best “fuck me, lover” voice,
“I’m here to support you in letting go of your perfectionism and self-doubt, and inviting in a life of confidence, freedom, and celebration. I’m celebrating your life with my whole fucking body while I excite the living fuck out of you…”
He writhed, squirmed, and shivered head to toe in cathartic whole-body ecstasy, even when I was barely touching him…
Sexual excitement, for these two fucking excited men today, had nothing to do with fucking, sucking, or getting fucked—at least not for the first 45 minutes of our excitement-filled rendezvous…
Fuck yeah, there’s plenty of time for fucking, but only when you want to fuck so bad that you can’t fucking wait another second. But until that moment, when you just fucking can’t stand it anymore, the fun is in the pure sexual excitement.
Everybody likes to be excited, right? I mean, really, who doesn’t? We love to feel our heart beat and our blood pump. This beating heart and this throbbing dick remind us that we are, indeed, fully alive in a world which, all too sadly, has become ultra-dominated by mind and thought—errant, self-destructive, and illness-inducing thought….
And yet, on an unconscious level, are we suppressing our desire to be excited? Are we unconsciously trying to cum way too quickly because the excitement is more than we can bear? Let’s face it…we’ve been completely, positively, without a shadow of a doubt conditioned by gay porn.
So what’s next? What’s going to fill the place of our aching, longing, balls and never-ending strife?
Hot dick, throbbing behind thin cotton, caressed by gentle, fully-conscious use of my teeth, my beard, my roar, my growl…every part of me that can possibly titillate, exhilarate, and excite a man’s throbbing boner…
Body-to-Moaning-and-Groaning-Body, we relish the delicious, wonderful fuck-bounty of heart-centered fuck sounds. Undulating, writhing, gyrating, caressing, growling, I shout out to him “Fuck YES, I love you, you fucking STUD!”
I loved him, I really did.
I loved the way his lips met mine. I loved the way we caressed each other’s bodies like we loved each other. I loved his soft, warm, brown eyes and glowing brown complexion. I loved his slight belly and smooth skin. I loved his throbbing, beautiful cock. I loved his nipples. He loved my kiss. And while we fucked, he looked directly into my eyes and said, “Thank you, Lover”. I taught him to do this. I taught him that “love” is not a word which means “I want you and you’re mine.” No, love is a word which means, “I’m here to represent every single lover you’ve ever known, and every single lover you ever will know. Right here, now, our pasts and futures merge into this infinite, never-ending, timeless moment we call the present because it is the greatest gift, and we are sharing it, together…”
“I love you,” I told him, “and I’m seeing you making all the right choices in life, with complete confidence, every step of the way”. Then, in the next breath, said, “I know just how to excite you, fucker. All I have to do is tell you how fucking hot and exciting you look and feel in your hot gay bikini underwear…”
I had his code words dialed in. Something about “gay” and “bikini underwear” and “I fucking love you, lover” just sent both of our fucking excitement levels to the zenith. He nearly shot a load of cum out of his dick when I said it. Shudders went up and down his body, from head to toe and from ball-sac up to heart. I knew I was just about to fuck the cum out of him. My dick pulsed and throbbed in his perfectly-hot, exciting fuckhole. I saw a big drop of cum ooze right out of the end of his excited dick, but I knew just when to pause…
Breathing, panting together, we lay, motionless, my cock up his ass, my hands behind the upper part of his back, his heels braced solidly between my chest and shoulders. We could see our bodies in mirrors on either side of us, and I was the lucky guy who could see my pelvis right up against his hot ass, in a mirror which stood at the end of the bed, just past the back of his head.
“OK,” I said, “it’s time to move energy up from Daddy’s pelvis, toward his heart, or he’s going to unload a big shot of cum right up your fucking ass. You don’t want this to end yet, do you?”
He shook his head gently from side to side, smiling a devilish grin, while taking each of his well-oiled hands to my pelvic bones, and gently caressing me up, along the lines of my abdominal muscles, and back down, while we looked into one another’s eyes, taking deep breaths together, from cock and balls, up to heart and back down. We followed one another’s breath, without words. We were perfectly in tune.
One thing I noticed several times in our session was the amount of eye contact, and how it varied. Face-to-face was easy, but for some reason, the few times when he was on his belly, ass-up, with my hard cock wedged in between his fucking HOT ass cheeks, seeing each other’s face in the mirror in front of us seemed difficult. To be more specific, I think that looking at each of our own faces was somewhat of a challenge. I knew I was a bit self-conscious of my gray hair and my age-telling face. My guess was that he either still had a bit of residual shame about being in a submissive (bottom-up) position or found some part of his appearance unacceptable to his own eyes. I noticed that he wouldn’t look at us long, there—me on top of him, cock up his ass crack, nibbling his neck. I checked in once to ask how he was doing, and he responded with a slew of positive words like “euphoric, incredibly happy, blissed-out, loving the feel of my hard dick on these sheets”. I must admit, he was an exceptionally-expressive lover, which might be explained by the fact that he hold me at one point during our session that his favorite sex was GROUP sex and that he enjoyed orgies every chance he got—mainly at a specific sex club in Washington, DC. It was evident that Fuck-Buddy LOVED sex and enjoyed it often, and for this and many other reasons, my day’s “work” was made exceptionally fun.
Of course, no matter how exciting and fun the session gets (and this one was pretty up-there in my repertoire of memories—about to be immortalized by this marathon writing stint), I take extra care to periodically remind the client (and myself) that my full attention is on supporting him in the intentions he brought to me, which—in this case—were to fully embrace his life’s purpose by letting go of residual perfectionism and self-doubt, and to invite in more confidence and celebration of the pure perfection he already is.
And boy, did we have fun, constantly remembering why we were here, and interspersing the sweetest of incantations with the raunchiest, most exciting words we could find to keep each other right on the brink of sexual climax for…my God…hours…
Right on the brink of sexual climax, we writhed, my cock undulating, squirming, bouncing, gyrating, and drilling his fucking wonderful, hot ass! Rhythmically, I periodically slowed by circular gyrations, while I whispered in his ear “You have everything you need to live your life to the fullest,” then continued the delightful, rhythmic, undulating, gyrating dance of fuck-me-up-the-ass-pure-bliss.
Gay-MEN, and blessed be.
How does this story come to an end? Is there more?
Does it end when we cum? If so, the story won’t ever be over, because we never came. I just fucked the living daylights into him…first in our hot underwear, then body-to-body full-frontal fucking, then hot deep-dick assfucking. Does it need to end?
Eventually, I saw him back out into the world. I had told him at the very beginning, when I took his coat, that he wouldn’t be the same when he left. I had told him that I would hold the intention, throughout our time together, to send him back out into the world in a way which would enhance the rest of his day and make it more fun and more fulfilling. When he crossed my threshold going the other way—back out—I saw a man who was fully at peace, confident, awake, happy and alive…and would it even suffice for me to say that I was a new man, too?
For more than 10, maybe 15, years, it seems, I’ve waited to write this story. Many times, I wrote parts of the story, until today…I felt like I wrote it all. I could have another experience, with another lover-client-friend, and somehow, I think it might be the same story. I think maybe, possibly, I’ve written the Universal truth now, which transcends who we’re with, what they look like, or even what we do together. Wholeheartedly, I am letting the world see into a reality I’ve held dear ever since the first time I shot a load in my new bikini underwear during a wet dream I was having at age 14. I’ve waited for a day when I could let the world see, and my heart sings out, today, “The day has arrived! The day has arrived! Praise fucking hot-gay Jesus, the day has arrived! Gay-Men!”
And so gay-MEN, and Bless-It-Be the Reading of this Holy Fuck-Majick Word. Gay-Men.
This is my life. This is my purpose, and nothing can ever—or will ever—come between me and my soul’s purpose again, ever, because I am home now, and I am home to stay. So it is, declared to be so, and known to be so. Blessed be, and Aho!
Heart = Intent
Body = Arousal, Movement
Voice = Sound
Spirit = Breath
Try this: Fuck in your underwear. Make as much noise as you can. Make fuck-noise like it’s the best fuck of your fucking life. Go ahead! And I don’t mean fake it. I mean make sounds that just fucking feel good in your cock and balls, and shake your body with fuck-fun bliss. Fuck-fun is a state of being. You can activate it from the core of your body through sound. Believe me, I’ve done it since I was 14, and I’ve discovered that the more privacy and safety I feel that I have available for expressing myself, the more I can let go and go completely ape-shit with unbridled passion. Go ahead, do it! What’s fucking stopping you! If your life’s not set up for that much privacy and expression, then prepare for your life to change….soon. Gay-MEN!