Time: 17:00 Saturday, April 18, 1998 THE ICON VISITORS by natan10@hotmail.com
The stories which I write are not always true stories. Actually, they rarely are. They are entirely fictional. They grew out of a desire to put down in words many "fantasy dreams" which I have had. I am bisexual, married and white with two grown children. I love sex with a man and, in my real world, it is no stranger to me. My stories are intended for mature eyes only and are always based on male/male relationships. There is no violence, S&M, bondage, etc. in my works. If you liked the story, let me know. If you didn't like the story, I would also appreciate a note and an explanation why ... otherwise, I won't get anywhere, will I? Feel very free to write me anything you'd like. I look forward to hearing from anyone interested in responding to these stories. All I am trying to achieve in my writing is to make you feel good. Really good. If you want to write me just to "get off", then do so. After all, this is why we exist and who we are. In my stories `condoms' do not exist. In our real world, condoms MUST exist. In our own personal fantasies, however, sex is idealized the way we would really like it to be -- raw skin and no rubber. But remember: Safe sex must be the only way!
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**** "The Icon Visitors" by natan10@hotmail.com
TIME: 6:45 AM
YEAR: 2010
You are in your room sitting in front of the computer, gazing at your Netviewer, deciding on which program you would like to run today. Your eyes flit from icon to icon, wondering which icon to choose. You are confused. Indecisive. You take a zip of your nectar and begin your search anew. A decision has been made. Rather than click on the Action icon, you choose Entertainment in its stead and, with MegaPentium speed, the screen goes blank and then 15 hunk icons appear, each in their proper positions on your screen. You decide on A-571 today.
The icon immediately turns into a young man who begins to undress for you right before your eyes. He is just getting down to taking off his briefs when suddenly a voice comes over the speakers, urging you to immediately undress yourself and adds something strange about "teleportation". You do not know where the voice is coming from or what teleportation is. This has never happened before. You click on A-349 and ask him if it is he who is speaking with you. Instead of answering you, he begins to stroke his enlarged cock. You try to touch him but you cannot. He is only an icon. As you progress through the other icons on the screen, asking each in their turn who it is who is speaking with you, the voice once again urges you to undress and remain next to your computer.
You have played the icon game before and you always gather intense enjoyment from it, but today is different. This has not happened before. You find yourself very stimulated and begin to click on all the icons. Nothing happens. Within moments, a message appears on your screen telling you that someone is waiting to be teletransported to your screen. You understand what you are being told, yet do not understand what to do, or how to configure the computer to implement teleportation.
Again the voice comes over and urges you once again to undress. You decide to play along with the computer and, assuming that further instructions are yet to come, you strip down to your briefs. Again the voice comes on the speaker and tells you to take off your briefs also. You do. You are confused yet excited by the unknown. Just as your cock begins to become erect with anticipation and from hearing a real voice on your speakers, you feel a most unusual sensation of air moving around your cock, as if this voice is blowing air on your body. Suddenly, three luminous green icons float down from nowhere and fixate themselves next to the MyComputer icon. You click on one of them and a little window appears telling you that "teletransportation" is initiating. Using the right mouse button, you click once again and yet another window appears telling you that teletransportation will take 15 minutes. From all the excitement of the unknown and the messages, drops of precum begin to form like teardrops on the tip of your cock. You sit at your computer completely mystified as to what exactly "teletransportation" is and, without any warning, you feel a licking sensation on your cock as the precum is lapped up by unknown and unseen forces.
Invisible hands begin to run up and down your chest, but the sensation is extremely weak, like air floating all over you. An identical sensation runs down your back, moving slowly toward your buttocks. Standing, you allow the invisible hands to go around your buttocks. Yet another window appears on your screen and the right green icon flashes. The window assures you that teletransportation will expire in another 5 minutes.
While standing, you feel the most incredible and intriguing of all sensations -- something invisible is entering your manhole. The sensations are even more unusual as they are not real. Five minutes are almost over. You are completely erect now and you have already begun to massage your own cock with anticipation. From some unknown sense, you realize that you must go to your bed and lie in waiting. The hands do not stop fondling you. As you move over to the bed, the hands seem to follow you, continuing their expert fondling. A new sensation is occurring, You feel something covering your cock -- almost like it is being enfolded by a warm mouth.
Now you feel the sensations over your entire body. You feel a mouth over your cock while simultaneously you feel a penetration in your manhole, sending you to depths of ecstasy which have been unknown to you until now. There is even a sucking feeling on your toes and fingers. You give yourself entirely up to these feelings, letting your spirit and soul free.
"Two minutes to teletransportation", the window warns you.
The sucking sensation on your cock is excruciatingly fantastic -- an invisible blow-job. What a most glorious feeling. You are totally immersed now in the multisensations taking over your body. You do not think you can hold out any longer. You have nothing to lose. It is only a computer. You take your cock in your hands and you assist only a little. Pressure is complete now in your ballsac as your manjuices deliciously flow through your testicles and into your awaiting shaft of your now completely rockhard cock. You begin to jerk with the wonderful emotion.
Just as you are about to shoot the biggest load that you have seen, three of the most incredibly handsome, physically perfect naked men materialize right in front of your eyes, one more enticing then the next. The blond is sucking your dick, the olive-skinned man is fucking you from behind while the third, a midnight-black-haired man's cock finds itself in your own mouth. All four of you cum together in mutual orgasm filling your soul, your spirit, your bed and your room with aromas and cum. Fantasmagoria. You all begin to lick one another's body, enjoying the taste of each other's cum in your mouths. As soon as the four of you have finished cleaning the cum from your bodies, the three men disappear as quickly and mysteriously as they had appeared and the 15 icons appear once again on your screen. Right next to the MyComputer icon, you see three flashing green icons. You hear voices emanating from your speakers wishing you well and just as suddenly as they had appeared, the three green icons disappear and your screen goes blank.
**************************** I really hope you liked what you have read. If you would like to read more, please write to me and tell me. I shall be happy to oblige. natan10@hotmail.com And don't be afraid to put your own fantasies and feelings down on paper. It just happens to be wonderful therapy! If you like, you can write your fantasy and send it off to me. I'd love to read it.