Immersion

18+

"Sometimes a fantasy burns into you. Carves itself into you, past the layer where tattoos sit to where the blood pumps, all those thick arteries. The blood flows through you, back to the heart, back around the body, then to your own flourishing-now-unignorable fuckmuscle."

A kinky short story about a gay at the gloryholes, fulfilling a fantasy; then what happens after when we comes home.

I feel the pull of the hole again As the Gin starts hitting, beckoning me to offer my mouth for sacrifice once more.

   The walk is easy, and thankfully the room is empty again. Along the way I take some lube packets from the darkroom, sneaking past all the writhing flesh of moaning grunting handsy inccubi. 

   Giggling as I settle in, I sip my lemonade, excited to show the next dick my two engaging hands, my swallowing mouth. It takes long enough that my lemonade is almost finished, just two sips left. The door calmly opens, a knock on the wall. I peek through to see grey jeans on an average body, but the finest tattoos on this gay’s arms: they look like swirls from jets flying through clouds, fine-line black with explosions of colour, carvings done by an artisan. I beckon him in to my circle of penis envy, I’m open and SO ready for business.

   He steps up, fuddling with his zipper to get it open, he seems calm with it though, like it’s just a common thing that happens rather than a temporary embarrassment you hang on for far too long. The minor tension that grows from this act gives a nice flair to the thoroughly impressive masterpiece of a cock that he unveils. It’s already warmed up, and I’m so glad this is the one I get to massage and feel harden in my hands.  

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