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The Autumn Sun casts a filtered hue. Elongated shadows from dawn 'til twilight -a clean, crisp chill caressing the skin. The days grow shorter and nightfall strikes hard, in all its timeless drama. The wine cellar stocked unto infinite array, empty cases re-purposed -fractured now for kindling. I’ve learned to embrace aspectual Fall -the season of invariable suspense... An infallible crescendo one never escapes. Mornings come 'round just like an old friend. I'll debate the options in some obtuse funk: To stay in bed for no good reason, or stumble towards discovery -my feet finding floor. The latter wins out as I contemplate the daylight, in its uber utmost scarcity. Spirits seek refuge in dark empty corners, the mirrors cast true -unchallenged by nuanced inquisition. It’s a good enough day to head into town! Post Office first! "Those are tricky!" she says. A puzzled look plays out on my face. "The Express mailers!! You're a paper cut statistic!!!" I look at my hand, and sure enough; like something recent. No big tragedy! Once outside, I'm thinking out loud: "I did that last week… Sealed the damn thing." In the car I'll look closer. "Shred of glass? What The Fuck??" Wineglasses added to the Must Find list... Stemware Mishap! I suppose. Bakery next -before fresh baguettes go gone! "Four!" I tell him. He winks and smiles. "That’s more than your usual... Finally! Good appetite!!" His head tilts, eyes focus... "New friend, or Vampire?" I give him the Wha look. "Your neck… Haven’t seen a hickey like that in years!" I peer past him, into the mirrored display case... Son-of-a-bitch! It checks-out!! Gazing deeper, I'll hallucinate the culprit -a random lover with no true identity. I pay the guy, tip him well, and rush on my way. "Have fun!" he yells mirthfully. It’s starting again… Absolutely, no recollection! It wasn’t the wine, it wasn't a dream, it’s damn sure not my imagination!! I finish my errands -ending on the whimsical. "Floral Shop stop! Something vibrant to lighten my mood!!" A simple distraction -strictly on impulse. Fallen leaves dust my trail up the drive. Sunlight has left the portico -already, these days get hauntingly shorter. Keys on counter, straight for the corkscrew. "Come out, come out -wherever you are!" I chant, reaching into the wine rack… "Stupid thing to say!!" I whisper -alone in this huge house. "You’re just asking for trouble!!!" I strip to bare, and don an old robe... Tousle my hair, tend to the fireplace. Vintage of choice at easy reach, I settle to sinking in the rapturous chaise longue. "Watch your step!" I slur in a mumble... The broken glass lurks -elusive to discovery. It quickly draws moot, I drift to complacence. The clock chimes awaken me, reverberating pulse -pounding the hour strike… "11pm!" Consciousness resumes, I’m naked and wet! As I reach for my glass, a warm discharge flows -semen dribbling from my anus, down my leg; en masse, crème fraîche! "Really? Seriously?? - Come out you bastard! Show yourself -Prick!!" Thoroughly baffled, rummaging for insight... "At least wake me up next time!!!" I'm coherently confused! I stagger down the hall, catching motion and matter -taking form in the mirrored wall ahead. Emerging silhouettes are approaching from behind... They’re vaguely apparent -but rising in contrast! I feel them gaining, growing in numbers -groping, kissing, licking, probing. Their breath descends, their hands envelope me, and the breeding ritual commences! Passion ensues, and I’m loving each second, every freaked relentless thrust… One after another, time and time again!! Ravaged in ultimate totality!!! The last in a rhythm of rogue penetrations, reaches the edge, that precarious place: The final gateway from ultimate bliss -into a sphere of addiction to pain… His load rips loose, jettisons to some internal abyss -then slithers back like the soft rolling tide. Teeth and suction traverse my neck -leaving their mark, branding the conquest. Charged and convulsing, eyes rolled to brow, I shoot-off in an explosion of cum -glistening streams, droplets sliding down my skin. He cups open-mouthed over labored groans, and pushes his breath deep into my chest -filling my lungs to glutinous full. Limbs quiver, chest flares… I black out!!! Coming-to and fighting for footing, I crawl up, hobble backwards, and start this dreadful tumble; down overnumerous stairs, en-route to some fateful demise. Countless arms reach out to catch me -saving me from impact, pulling me distant, levitated and away. I'm with them now -here inside The Looking Glass. You should find a way to visit sometime! It’s The Mansion on The Hill. The Coach House now enshrouded in ivy, the furnishings cloaked, The Estate abandoned. We thrive in ultimate decadence; in a realm beyond all logical reasoning -pillaging the wine vault of endless supply, barring remorse or the slightest inhibition. We power fuck voraciously, suck sixty-nine quite limberly, and exist out of sheer carnal prowess… Rimming ‘til insatiable, blowing into ultimate ecstasy, consuming male essence in its complete entirety -without hesitation, in a never-ending tribalesque pursuit. The glass shard -right hand… Consider it an invitation! A broken flute turns up on occasion... Over here, on this side!! "Pick up a set, will ya???" I favor the ones with an iridescent stem! We’ll be waiting!! Condoms not required!!! Skilled4Men Enhanced content available at the authors page: http://blog.skilled4men.com/2014/10/sexcapades-the-looking-glass/ The written text in this post is original content, and is strictly copyright. © Skilled4Men Such content remains the sole property of the author. All rights reserved. http://www.skilled4men.com/

SEXCAPADES - An Interlude | Re-Installing Version 1.5 His broad torso melded into the curvature of my spine. His arms held me in -like the safety-harness on a thrill ride. Raised body hairs grazed my skin -not in friction, but in harmony -with this scintillating stroke that skimmed over, arousing every pore; a splendid comb, slithering oh-so eloquently. I thought of his purposeful masculinity -now abundantly welcome to intimate crevices, mostly reserved for the highly erotic. I could feel the heat emanating from his groin, into my buttocks -engaging. Thighs locked fore-to-aft, his knees filled the chasms behind my own. Our feet danced levitated, as if on clouds… Top-to-bottom, toe-to-arch, heel-to-ankle. Uniquely, the aromatics of amyl nitrate were absent -as were prophylactics and all apprehensions. This casual encounter just catapulted, maneuvering towards the incredible! The closeness of his breath was intoxicating, heightened by the curl of his locks -dancing ballet on the nape of my neck. His whispers were laced with tongue-play, moist yet firm -tickling my ear with precision. I felt his girth intensify within me. It had made its impression at entry, slicked by mere trace of top-notch lube. Each thrust was more formidable, rising deeper inside me -reaching further, gradually, in exquisite fullness… Traversing every facet of guarded manhood -completely! As the ecstasy multiplied, he pulled me in with a tempered bravado… Our bodies were fused together in sacrifice, in homage -in this raw, tribal interface we embarked on so willingly. Everything peripheral was suddenly irrelevant, becoming obscured, fading into opaque. He drove deeper into me, and deeper even still! As his acorn permeated my limits, I winced briefly from relief… I had completely consumed him! I yielded to his whims at first, extending every leeway, surrendering in totality -to the brute execution of strategic invasion. Our musky sweat transitioned from lubricant to gel; restructuring -repeating in succession as our body temps. climbed and engaged near combustion. I pulled him in deeper, and deeper yet still, grasping him with my sphincter as I swore out loud! I’d pause just before he was “there” -then resume… Again, and again -pushing him from near release to the threshold of beckoning, back-and-forth relentlessly -as he championed with conviction. I had perfected the moves on that choreography! (Quite deservedly, it gave birth to my alias.) He grew harder still, aggressive yet helpless -pushing me near to explosion by reflex. His body tensed and relaxed sporadically -grabbing me closer just prior to convulsions… He shot, incessantly -sending me to oblivion… It was like his gargantuan load channeled right through my dick -firing a jizz rocket on Mission: Unstoppable! His Baritone reverberated the walls, my echoed sighs; coating them completely! We lay there, then listless -inside me still, his breathing calmed, and tapered into weeping. We fell upon sleep, locked in lacquered spooning formation. I woke with him still in me, on the brink of dual hard-ons again. He pulled me in gently, and whispered deeply, softly, though languid -with purpose: “Oh, God… You! Damn, you were born to be FUCKED!!!” Resume-Play followed shortly thereafter. I knew inherently the odds… Tumultuous Passion: Gay Man with Random Dude Bi-Sexual. Was it the conquest or perhaps, dual climate checks? Gay can become “So Gay” at times, as a certain vacuum develops in stereotypes. It left us both “different” -branding our psyches beyond what is infinite. Fate has a way of exacting change… Of all things; it reigns with everlasting sovereignty. In retrospect, the interlude rates Highly Regarded -in my personal recall of Carnal Prowess. Amusingly now, I’m having this faint recollection… Of the Groom-To-Be “counting the days!” Skilled4Men The written text in this post is original content, and is strictly copyright. © Skilled4Men Such content remains the sole property of the author. All rights reserved. http://www.skilled4men.com/