Dark Energy By Alfredo Garcia
In cosmology, dark energy is a form of energy that is present throughout space, producing a negative pressure that tends to increase the accelerating expansion of the Universe. In the standard model of cosmology, dark energy currently accounts for nearly three quarters of the total mass-energy of the universe. My erotic desires are like that dark energy, and exert a negative pressure that prevents the collapse of my personal universe. Also, it could well be three-quarters of my mental universe.
I edged my way along the dark corridor feeling the walls wet with condensation. It was my first experience in a sauna and I recoiled instinctively when my outstretched hand touched a body and became immobilized by the brief contact with another in the blackness. It was the muscular hairy chest. Then I felt a light touch on the back of my hand. This time I did not react but let it glide up my arm and over my torso. The assertive fingers rose up my neck and caressed my cheek then pressed and parted my lips. Unconsciously I had held my breath with a pounding heart. The other hand of the pair came to rest on my waist and so now I had a clearer idea of where he was positioned. I held back to prevent full body to body contact but nevertheless tentatively reached out to assess his form. He was taller than me, muscular and surely stronger. "Stay a while" he murmured and caressed my back. His voice eased my apprehension enough that I put my hands to his neck, and lay my cheek against his chest and surrendered to his warm, silky skin. He gently slipped the towel from my waist and our naked bodies touched. His erect penis pressed urgently against me. I am used to women's bodies, but how different this was and how infinitely more it thrilled me. The firmness and smell of him, the boldness of his touch and honeyed warmth intoxicated me. Beside him, I felt suddenly weak, feminine and in need of protection.
My visit to a gay sauna had been a disappointment till this moment. Perhaps signaling my anxiety, I trod the endless aisles, climbed the dimly lit stairways, discovered the exits and entrances but found it all to be hard and cold. I was about to leave but nowhere I was trembling with excitement in the blackness, delivered into the arms of a stranger, whose face I could not see. I let his hands play freely over my body. My arms looped about his neck as he nibbled my ear, then my lips. I feared his saliva, but I let him kiss me but was passive and did not reciprocate when his tongue penetrated my mouth. He drew back and I was alarmed that he was rejecting me and would dissolve back into the void. But he did not. His powerful arms turned me and pressed my chest against the dripping wall, spread my legs wide apart and reached boldly between my thighs to fondle my balls from behind. His hand griped the root of my penis. He pulled back between my legs and sensuously rubbed the head in the palm of his hand. I let him part my buttocks and gently explore me with his fingers. My body arched and I lifted ecstatically on tip toes when his lush lips kissed my anus. I closed my eyes and floated in a trance as his tongue, at first sweet and adoring, then more urgent and compelling, slickly entered me. Suddenly fear welled up. My pulse pounded in my throat and my instinct was to break away and rush from this world of desire or be lost. As if he felt the tension in my body, he rose up and wrapped his arms around me pressing his naked body against my back. One hand stroked my chest brushing my nipples the other held my penis and, in this firm embrace, held me fast. "I will not harm you" he breathed into my ear. His voice was firm and composed and my panic receded.
Now I felt a lubricated finger pressed on my anus. I struggled but he hissed and held me till I surrendered. I had come too far. The threat of the terrible disease hovered over my head but I stayed and pressed against the wall and groaned as first one finger penetrated me then two. As he withdrew, for an instant, I felt abandoned. This was the moment to flee, to take flight from this place, never to return, but that was not to be. His lips keep me transfixed then the coolness of more lubricant and three fingers parted and slowly pressed inside me. My eyes opened to the dark around me now saw shapes- the shadowed forms of men watching, smoldering with desire, moving, masturbating. I fixed on him, resolved, hypnotized and watched spell bound as he slid a condom on his penis. I let him bend me double and felt the press of his gland against my lubricated hole. Gentle coaxing pressure at first, then stronger, more urgent then so unbearable I protested. "No, no", I gasped and tried to move away but he held me back. "Relax, this is why you come." He said "Go through the wall! I take will you to the other side." It was true, so long I have waited for this moment and finally it was here. This time there was no respite. I tried to relax for the final onslaught. Two of the observers moved closer so as not to miss any detail. Although they remained dim shapes, their dark energy strangely vitalized me. Time stopped as I felt the immensity of his penis pressing inside me. The pain griped me but I did not yield to anxiety. Instead the pungent smell of his sweaty body assaulted my nostrils. With one hand he stroked my penis, and the other my erect nipples, and so blunted the pain as he worked himself inside me. With my hands and my face against the wet tiles, my body arched, opening, I took him. He bit my neck, his hand once hurting my nipples, now gently caressed them and then he griped my waist and pull me towards him.
A sensation overwhelmingly powerful took hold. I relaxed and no longer felt the pain but somehow deeply satisfied that his penis was rooted firmly in me. To the side our spectators kissed and caressed each other and gently moaned. I turned my face to my lover who initiated a kiss. This time I took his tongue and sucked it with pleasure as I contracted the muscles of my anus. "It is good, yes?" he whispered in my ear. He has started to move slightly outward, slightly inward, I loved his rhythm, but wished I were lying on a bed able to concentrate more on my pleasure instead of having to stand and balance my weight and his. I felt his pace quicken, I needed to cum. His hands clasped my hips as he pulled me onto his ferocious driving cock. My arms pressed on the wall and my head bumped with each thrust; every time harder. I was about to cum when I heard his hoarse cry, and a deep attack that flattened me against the tiles. I feel his cock contracting inside me and his breath coming in harsh pants. Then all was still a while till felt him pull his penis out of me. Emptiness descended. I turned to see him removing the condom. He handed it to me dripping and full of semen. "My gift" he said and kissed my cheek.
I held the condom in my hand staring, not knowing what to do. The spectators were gone as I tied the towel around my waist, trying to hide my huge erection. With the condom in hand, I walked to the lighted shower room to see if it were broken. No, it was not split but it held a large amount of semen, still warm to the touch. I raised it to my nose and sniffed- tempted to take it in mouth, to taste and feel the creamy flood down my throat. It was after all it was mine, he gave it to me, it had been inside me and it might also have been within my body, bathing me inside, and slowly dripping from my anus. A sensation of disgust rose in me and I threw it away with some distress and removed my towel to shower. My erection had not gone down; there was no way to counteract the Viagra that I had taken. Next to me another man was showering. He looked at me sideways. At the entrance another stared directly at me while playing his crotch through the towel. I dried myself slowly and left but flattered by the attention.
I folded my towel and headed to the locker room strangely exhilarated, but decided it was enough for today. Yet, passing along the corridor I glimpsed a man in a cubicle sitting naked on the bench displaying his erection. I paused for an instant, I felt a contraction of my penis and he waved at me to enter. I needed to cum, I told myself. I stepped inside and stood between his legs. He removed my towel and smiled as he slowly caressed me. He was a man in his sixties, big and strong with blond hair. His head was folded into his chest and eyes cast down at my cock. His balls were bound by a strong leather strap. He must be foreign, I thought. His firm hand gently played with my balls and explored my abdomen and bony chest. He turned me around, and made me open my legs, caressing the inside of my thighs, my buttocks, and the anus that still throbbed from taking its first cock. He made me kneel and take his penis in my mouth. I did it despite my fear but acted awkwardly. I tried to pleasure him but when he pushed his penis to the back of my throat and it made me gag. He realized my inexperience and moved to take my penis in his mouth. I tried to cum, but despite my great excitement, I could not. He lifted my legs to lick my perineum, and as his tongue slid to my anus I cried out again "No!" but did nothing to stop him, instead let him lick my recently deflowered hole. Now I found the means to relax as he penetrated me with his tongue. From a bag at his side he took cream, which he used to lubricate me. Easily he inserted his fingers. This time the penetration was easier now that I was not a virgin. I felt the pain but knew it would subside and transport me to that promised place. Soon he was fucking me vigorously as I pinched his nipples. He groaned and I knew the gratification of giving pleasure and forgot my own desire to cum. I opened my lips to suck his fat, hard tongue and his moans were drowned in my mouth. Suddenly his body grew rigid; he pulled away from my mouth and, arching his back, discharged his semen into me. I smiled for my success in pleasing him. He dropped his full weight on me, crushing my body. As he raised his head and withdrew his penis from my anus he thanked me in accented English. He looked down at my erection and, with a gesture, asked if I wanted him to masturbate me. I shook my head because I knew that he was no longer in the moment. He was satisfied and wanted to leave.
I walked slowly back to the showers this time without a condom. My penis had deflated somewhat but not fully lost its erection. Next to me in the shower a young boy appeared and began painstakingly soaping his slim brown body. He did not look at me but instead turned first away and bent down to scrub his calves and displayed his beautifully curved buttocks. Only then he turned towards me, still not catching my eyes but he raised his lanky arm to soap his armpits and the long curving sweep of his torso. He seemed no more than sixteen or seventeen but must have been older or he would not have been admitted. His black curly hair bobbed as he rubbed his thighs and now looked up, smiling at me with big eyes. I took him to be an Arab and probably a prostitute but he was attractive. I stepped from the shower to dry myself and he followed. As we toweled ourselves, he told me his name and asked for mine. "You like me?" he said a little shyly. "Do you want to do something to me?" he added. I asked him - how much? He answered saying only "You can do anything that you want" and smiled. Without another word he took my hand and led me down a corridor to a cubicle where he let me explore caress his beautiful body. He almost instantly became hard and his penis was large for a body so light. Now it was I who sat and repeating one by one all the things that, minutes before, the blond man had done to me. He showed me he had brought cream and condoms and I knew I would penetrate him at some point but for the moment concentrated my own pleasure in foreplay. When at last I did take him, my cock slid into him easily and he let out an ecstatic sigh that thrilled me. I did not want to come fast and remained in him for some time slowly stroking then holding still to feel the throb of my cock deeply planted in him. For all of this he remained hard and from his words and groans seemed to enjoy me. I did not expect this reaction in a prostitute, and then he offered his tongue and we kissed.
I was startled when the door opened. "Shhhh" he said putting a finger to his lips "It is just my uncle, he is looking for me" The man who entered was about 50 years, and also apparently Arab. As he came towards us a gentle smile danced over his face. I froze with my cock still inside the boy as he reached out with long elegant fingers to caresses my back. "So you like my boy", he said in a velvet voice. My body tensed as he ran the back of his hand tenderly across my cheek. "You are too handsome" he said and with a roguish twinkle in his soft brown eyes. "Can I put my penis in you?" he added quizzically removing his towel to reveal his very large erect penis. I was stunned at the size but he seemed to read my unquiet thoughts. "Be Calm!" he said reassuringly. "With a little cream it will enter easily", he added stroking the full length of his considerable penis. His use of words was slightly odd but his meaning clear and his tone reassuring. "Do not break your connection" he said quaintly, encouraging me to continue fucking the boy. We lay on a mat of plastic covering a bench and the man slide onto it next to us wrapping his long slender arms around both of us, caressing and kissing us in turns. He whispered that we are handsome and he was very happy. He silently lubricated his hand and first penetrated me with his fingers, making me stab my cock forcefully into the boy who gasped with sensuous pleasure. He whispered words to the boy in Arabic and then in English lavished praise on my smooth white skin and the beauty of my soul that he presumed to see.
As I stroked slowly into the boy he picked up our rhythm and then I felt the press of his penis on my buttocks. As I drew back from the boy so spreading my buttocks I felt the man's cock head pressed firmly on my anus. I let him slowly penetrate me. This time there was no pain just the exquisite pleasure of a long penis sliding smoothly and deeply and giving an immense sense of fulfillment. We each of us moved to accommodate the other until we attained the consciousness of a single organism as if three hearts beat in unison and every sensation of one was transmitted to the other. At first the magic of the instant griped us and we fucked passionately writhing and twisting in animal frenzy. But, after some minutes, a calm descended on us and it was the man who now took the lead. As he slowly pressed his cock into me it seemed be most natural thing for me to follow the flow of his motion into the boy, who sighed. It was as if he were fucking both. He kissed the boy on the mouth and the boy answered in kind. They spoke tender aching words of devotion that needed no translation. It was clear that they were lovers. The boy whispered to me telling me that I'm the Cupid of his love. The love of these two people was spread through my body; the man penetrated me hard enough so that it flowed through to my penis to the anus of his lover. When he finally came, his semen shot into me firing my ejaculation and so it seemed as if his semen was transmitted through me into the boy who spurted his seed onto the plastic mat.
We lay entwined in the dim light for a long time but at last separated from each other. I expected a jarring moment of negotiation for payment but instead each of them kissed me. "We do not need" the man said "We have each other. We are very happy" I left the two of them on the bench their bodies still interwoven and stepped from the cubicle.
Later, as I walked down the street, my hair still damp, my anus a little sore and my penis still semi-erect, I had a feeling of infinite peace and fulfillment. If my life were to end here, I could say that I had lived.
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