The advertisement was written in elegant script. A Contemplation of the Male Sex. I was intrigued by the long paragraph that followed. It read nothing like all of the usual varieties of porn. Honestly, I was mesmerized.
“Dedicated to those discerning gentlemen who are devotees of the erotic experience and hold a deep or growing appreciation for the beauty of male sexuality. A festival in this spirit is underway. In our luxurious grounds, you will find welcoming oils and aromatics to open the mind and hone the body for experience. In our Persian tents, you will be lowered onto pillows to await the glorious arrival of a phallus through a secret, bejeweled doorway. Among the wisps of incense, you will immerse in the many forms of male music as you deliver the pleasures of Ares and the ancient Sun gods. The , drink from the fountain of brotherhood as the sacred culmination arrives. Note: we have only one requirement. You must take the place of your surrendering brethren for the benefit of the next devotee.”
I noted the address with my cock thudding against the fabric of my pants. I couldn’t remember wanting something more for a long, long time. I was convinced. Utterly convinced.
That evening, I arrived at the field where the festival was underway. Happily, the men I saw entering looked similar to me. Serious. Intense. And perhaps a good bit feverish. At the entrance, I was surprised to be met by a pleasant woman who took me into a private tent on the side. There, she asked me why I had come and what was the nature of my desires. I found it easy to talk to her, perhaps because of her gender, and she seemed pleased and accepting of my answers. I learned that women operated the festival, and they found it erotic to view the extraordinary pleasures that occurred inside. I was permitted to enter.
First, I was invited to sit and partake of exotic tea and a bit of sweet fruit. Then, I was massaged by another woman and rubbed with spiced oils. Finally, she told me to close my eyes as she massaged my forehead and told me stories of the shapes and wonders of cock and the pleasures of which it was capable.
When she was finished, my cock was weeping, and my lips were starved to taste their first cock kisses. She led me to the place where I would at last partake, and I knelt down into the pillows in supplication to my desires.
The black wall was broken by only one thing—the opening where, without delay, the most beauty sight I have ever seen eased through and pulsated in extreme arousal. Of course, this unseen man had just made love to his first cock as was brimming with the excitement of it. Now, it was his turn to give to me.
I brushed his cock along both of my cheeks and felt his ridges along my face. I brushed it along my parted lips, teasing myself and him. The knowledge of what I was about to do infused hot granite into my own cock, and I groaned, whispering “so beautiful…so beautiful…so beautiful.”
Then, with wetted lips, I sucked onto the side of his cock near his head. It was a particularly sensitive place on myself. I heard him groan the sweetest groan, which compelled me to wet-kiss him all over the underside of his cock.
The wall shuddered. God, I was pleasing him. I was making love to his cock, and he was losing himself to my orchestrations. I licked his under-ridge, long, from base to tip and flicked several times across the edges of his cockhead.
His voice grew ever more shrill as I did this. So I slowed and drifted so delicately down along the curvature of his head. Each little lick drew closer to the center where the river of precum was flowing. Then, I licked right at the most tender of pleasures and tasted right at the hole where his waters emerged.
Hands were slapping and clawing at the wall. The pleasure was so exquisite and immense. His cock was convulsing in huge spasms in reaction to the cadence of tiny, but explosive licks I was giving him.
I wanted his full maleness then. I enveloped his cock entirely and stroked my lips up and down his cock in a sex-rhythm. It felt glorious and large and alive. His taste was rich and animal as I consumed him and propelled him higher and higher into the clouds.
I turned my head in many little ways to accentuate different ridges and regions as I pumped. I recognized the change in the fluttering, swelling throbs, so I pulled back. He nearly screamed with unbridled lust as he crammed his cock forward for more. The pressure made him swell huge, and I pounced again, slurping without mercy.
He cock ballooned, his hips froze, and he cried again and again and again as his cock bestowed its angelic gifts in waves of cum. I consumed it all and treasured what It meant as it would become part of me.
I barely had a minute to recover my breath when a woman pulled me to my feet and drew off my pre-cum dappled robe. She eased me forward, massaging my ass seductively as my thundering cock disappeared through the opening.
I heard a desperate groan on the other side.
I spread my arms out along the wall and prepared.
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