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It’s Intimate

21 Jan

When you lie down with a man for sex it’s about lust, that need for physical release that masturbation isn’t going to completely provide.  The feeling of lust is strong and heady; it clouds the mind, subduing conscious thought until only primal responses remaining.  It’s about being horny, having that need for the kind of sex that only another man can provide and while one might think that it’s all about animalistic passion, it’s also about intimacy.

It’s a different kind of intimacy, one that’s not related to love, caring, or compassion… but it’s still intimacy, gaining a familiarity with his body which may or may not be similar to your own but flush with pleasures to be had.  The musky scent of a man in heat can be so intoxicating; the extra warmth of his body can be so comforting… and then there’s the object of one’s lust – his cock.

Its length and girth, the shape and size of his knob, the heaviness of his balls, even when flaccid, can be so exciting because you know that once you focus your attention upon it, it’s going to grow hard, the blood in his body rushing to his center to fill him to whatever dimensions he was born with.  An erect cock is a curious thing, so hard but also silky smooth to the touch; you can feel his heat, the beating of his heart as it’s being transmitted to where all that blood has collected.

His taste… once you slip your mouth over his engorged crown, can be different but familiar, kinda musky, kinda salty, even a little sweet; as you take more of him into your mouth, you can feel all the veins along his shaft with your tongue, which is so sensitive that you can actually feel his heart beating through the distended vascular pathways.

It may be just physical intimacy… but it’s still intimacy, a closeness… a joining because your body will mate with his and creating a physical closeness that only sex can accomplish, making you a part of his body as is humanly possible, whether it’s his cock in your mouth or your cock buried within his ass.  It’s raw and forbidden yet so familiar, an immoral sets of actions that, in and of itself, lends to one’s lust, one’s desire for that sweet release.

To take and be taken; to draw his seed from him, to savor its taste and whatever quantity he has made available due to your efforts to get it from him.  To feel his body react in the way it was designed to act when sexual pleasure are assaulting it, pushing his biology to the limit and inducing within him almost all the symptoms of a life-ending heart attack, inducing both pleasure and pain so that you can make him cum for you.

Then comes the most intimate moment, that moment when you can push your erection into him or he’s doing this to you, shoving yourself/himself into an orifice that wasn’t really designed for this purpose… but one that has been conscripted just the same.  It’s pleasure and pain, this joining of male flesh, this satisfying one of the strongest of urges, that need to fuck and to sow one’s seed even though there will be no fruits of your loins or his… but it has to be done just the same.

The mind is numb, reduced in cognitive ability so that it can focus on the sensations of sex; the touch of his skin, the weight of his body against yours or yours against his; thrusting into him… being thrust into over and over until the moment of release arrives.  It’s such a punishing feeling, assaulting one’s nervous system, that good yet disturbing feeling of pain and pleasure; feeling your cock pumping sperm into his body and the equally heady sensations of feeling his dick pulsing in the tight grip of your anus.

It’s an illicit intimacy, one that men aren’t supposed to ever share with each other… yet it has always been done – it’s being done even as you read this.  It’s dominance and submission, the roles of being both male and female being shared… or not but in this, it doesn’t matter a whole lot; all that really matters is that lust will be slaked, intimacy will be shared at many levels, that need to fuck and suck fulfilled.

It’s shameful and shameless; it’s so right even in its wrongness.  It’s mano a mano in all of its raw glory.

It’s intimate.

 
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