It is a funny thing to be disappointed, it requires dedication, effort and a serious lack of consideration. Its success requires that one person be rejected for all intents and purposes, in a manner that is so cynical and implausible that no solution persists to save the person.
Such was the evening, curtains drawn to an empty and dysfunctional room, clothes all over the place and a manly musk floated about. It felt, inhabited by a quiet noise and a sense of perverted desire.
He strode around anxiously, thinking of ways to satiate his hunger, his stomach curled with anticipation and desire, he felt oddly needy and wanting to be touched. The room made his throat dry, his breath heavy and his chest constrained. He proceeded to undress himself.
As he lay bare for the lonely ghostly inhabits to witness, he spread himself on his comfortable yet shabby bed, a towel under him, separating his desperation from his place of absolute peace for they can never be mixed.
A mirror hung in the corner, another witness to this man's shame and perverted thoughts. The mirror today was ready for the feast, a man who was about to violate the laws of nature. A true treat, the mirror believed and so it stood still like a predator, witnessing its prey's last breath of dignity and pride, about to be stripped away.
He now stood up, examining himself and receiving the critic, a very harsh critic from the mirror in the corner. It saw, what others did not see, a man of near average height, a small little belly, a clear indication of a body long gone before. An average penis that hung from his abdominal cavity, chunky thighs and a strong calf muscle rounded the second half. The primary, a face of perverse innocence long gone, scars around his breasts that were now perked for they too were excited, much like the Mr. Mirror in the corner, for the rare display they would bear witness to.
His hand now began to touch his breasts, pinching every so slightly to send a tinge of pain and pleasure down his deprived spine, his penis now in agreement stood tall and strong to welcome the other hand. He did not stroke, merely held it in his palm as he saw his body turn into this inner hunger. His tongue, now wet and his throat ached, he wanted to be touched, he longed for it and therefore he decided, he would have it.
He lay back on the bed, he let his bare cold body feel the warmth of a midday Indian sun, that crept its way into a dark curtained room. He took the oil from a nearby container and a small, sleek-looking stick made of rubber. He proceeded to coat it with the oil, while taking some in his hand and directed it against the laws of nature. He massaged himself, he was ready to be violated, to become truly perverted, he was ready to slave himself to true bodily pleasure. He was through, he knew what he was doing as though he had always known. He massage lead deeper into unexplored caverns, he felt oddly full and at peace never failing to massage even a single spot.
When satisfied with his little spa, he began to trace the little wand, he would often bring it up to give a quick taste before he took it down to him and with the swift determination of a predator, he violated himself, breaking all-natural law. His body began to quiver, his tongue was now above his lip salivating his mouth. He felt pleasure beyond what was promised, he felt what Eve did when she ate the forbidden fruit. As the wand began to travel regularly, his penis craved for the attention it was a usual subject to. He felt alive, he felt free, he felt the world make sense to him. This world, he saw, was one without people, the pressure of maintenance of a life, it was to put it simply, bliss.
His penis, now fully erect began to weep with lil tears a semi-whitist liquid, as it drooped onto his small belly, his frustration began to mount up. He felt as though this bliss was beginning to fade, slipping away from his hands ever so slowly. It whispered in his mind, a very silent disturbance, asking to dive deeper, be harsher and abandon everything he knew, and he so obliged.
His hand held that wand, his grip was tight, a focal point of his anger frustration and desire. He plunged himself as deep as he could, his penis now as erect as It had ever been, began to twitch, it felt as though it would need to pleasure itself due to the sheer neglect it faced that evening. His brain buzzed with images, he felt surrounded by memories of people he never met.
Men and women sought to aid the young man's attempt to break free of the laws that bound him.
They were before as real as the sun began to droop into its evening attire, the god rays were now gold through the curtain. The evening prayers sounded loud in the air, crowds rushing down the streets below. He felt exposed but ever so secretly that he enjoyed it. The men and women dissipated to just two now, they were now just two, one man and another woman. He felt them as real as he felt the wind, the sounds in the air.
The man moved away his hand and the wand while saying that he had been trying too hard and the key was to breathe. The man now moved just slightly above the waistline and there he saw, the man encumbered with a similar feeling. He too longed for that desire, the man's penis now erect as he was, he took the oil off the counter and lathered himself and his penis long while also massaging where it was going to be.
The man now held his breast, as he laid down on the bed and the man towered over him, holding his legs in the air and began to slowly replace the wand in him. The lady while watching this, began to hold the long-neglected penis and brought herself to console it with her mouth. She, twirled it inside her while touching herself.
As he lay there, being penetrated, tasted and enjoyed as a feast for this king, he felt at peace, he felt that he was desired by another, the very thought now drove him deeper. He screamed, clasped and held his fists now clenched in the air as that pleasure that he was denied floated just above him like the stars of a clear night sky, just away from a child's reach.
The man gipped tight, he had a similar face to him. He felt ashamed, as he asked to be turned into a different position, one that saw him facing the bedpost where she was now sitting while he had easier access. As the man dove him, his body began to arch with every pulse and a rhythm was now found. He would go closer to her, kiss her every so softly and begin to explore her while she held his breasts.
He proceeded to this finger to drive into her, tap her into the symbiotic rhythm that the two men felt and it worked. She too had a face quite similar to the two men. That rhythm became a symphony of sounds, moans, anger, frustration and a clear disregard for their shame.
He felt it, the climax come in, they all felt it as though their minds were now one single entity. They thought to each other and communicated when they would want to end. They held themselves in, using every ounce of strength to concentrate on one impact point. They were sweating, they felt their bodies move in sync, and they were now very loud in their attempt. In the final drive, they all caught the little star. It felt like a surge of blood now replaced every single working entity in their body, he felt wet inside and filled. He felt it seep out of him, drip by drip rolling down his scrotum and then this penis. He felt it erotic, both their cum were now mixed into one dripping source as it felt to the towel on the bed. She had released herself onto his face which was now wet and slightly sticky, her finger was in her mouth as she bit it quite hard. Their bodies now shaking together, they felt their bodies merge, they smelled the same, touched the same and were the same.
They got off the bed, one by one, their body aching but still asking for desire. He looked at the two and started to cry for now he felt free, and they gave him one big hug and a kiss on his cheek.
With one streak of the mind that blew the curtains once against, the once desolated room emerged and he was alone, once again. Were they ever there? Or was it just him, well he knew the answer because he was filled and fulfilled with what had just happened.