EPHEMERAL PHANTASIA
TRANSFIGURATION and DREAM episode . I
Giovanni opened his eyes.
His deep sapphire blood revealed their precious light,
And Inexorably accepted the deppressing hues of his room.
Eating them up, internalizing them and allowing them to become a part of his own colours.
A part of how he sees the world, and himself.
His naked body spattered with his own chill sweat.
Licking his warm and beautiful geometry.
His vespertine sojourn through his own inner darkness, had been so intense.
An arabian nightmare, overflowing with the smell of skin,
the sensation of anothers wild prescence,
melting into and becoming a part of his own.
His abstract form caressed and licked by an alien manifestation.
A secret lover.
An imperator of a mortal instrument, relentlessly plucking the nervous strings of his flesh.
Each note driving him further and further towards some incomprehensible edge.
A pleasure too subjective, too deep and too otherworldy to fathom.
Liminal extacy lingering in the dark.
Trapped in perpetual anticipation.
A deep pleasure of some strange universe.
Accompanied by the sweet dissonance of the terrible crescendo of his inner teutonics.
He was breathing heavily.
letting his hands gently and slowly run over his chest and thighs.
Trembling hands.
Shuddering lips.
Every touch like a kiss of lightning.
slowly but without faltering, his concoiusness let go of his subjective, innermost desires, incarnate.
he did not want to embrace the fact that it was not real, that it had not happened.
it was too...beautiful.
No human word nor manipulation of sound could reveal the true nature of this sensation.
"please, don't disappear...don't let it end"
A faint whisper escaped his lips.
too perfect to let go of...alas, too perfect to be real.
his hand moved slowly from his hard nipple and down.
down, down, towards his fat, hard, throbbing cock.
(have i ever been this hard? This turned on?)
it was so hard, and precum had poured from him, creating a tiny puddle on his stomach.
he had never felt like this before. his head was spinning.
forbidden images still not completely faded from his mind.
but too absract for his waking mind to comprehend.
he lifted his pelvis up and placed his feet flat on the wall by the head of his bed.
caressing his ass with his one hand and massaging that special "place" between his hungry hole and his balls with the other.
his cock and big hairy balls hanging, just directly over his face.
breathing so heavily. mouth gaping and tongue protruding.
the head of his cock easily placed on the wet floor of his tongue.
fingering his hole, allready wet from his own sweat.
gently teasing his own hole and inserting his own cock into his own mouth with more and more ease...
so turned on. so utterly enslaved to this all-encompassing feeling.
how he wished vince had been there...
to lick his asshole...stick his tongue ever so gently into his ass.
"Fuck...Fuck...Fuck, i love you, fuck me please"
in his mind he could hear vincent's reply.
"yes, baby...yes Gio...is this what you want?"
"fuck yes...IT'S WHAT I'VE ALWAYS WANTED...ITS ALL I WANT"
his two fingers slid gently into his asshole and he took one great breath, and all the juices inside of him poured out, in an everflowing stream of clouds, into his open mouth.
like uroboros, he devoured himelf.
A lithe mortal body.
Sculpted by benevolent gods.
Poured into the feathery down.
Breathing has softened.
Contemplating nothing,
but the fading memories of the beautiful nightmare.
The nightmare of Vincenzo.
Licking his neck.
Kissing gently, the lobe of his left ear, where there is a tiny mole.
A subtle hint of hidden beauty.
While violently, yet lovingly entering and exiting him in a steady and merciless rythm.
Vincenzo's big, hard cock kissing the heavenly spot inside him,
at every thrust, and every retreat.
Feeling so filled up.
Feeling like he almost can't take it anymore,
but wanting it more and more still.
The pain was not relevant anymore.
It was there, but veiled and silenced by a pleasure so great that every fibre and every segment of his young body trembled.
His own thick cock and balls swinging in a perfected binairy rythm.
A string of cum hanging from the mouth of his cock.
Wishing it to never end, wanting to exalt more and more...
Until he could experience the cataclysm of worlds.
The explosion of the universe.
Inside himself.
With him...
With Vincenzo inside.
But the vision had ended.
Cruel Lethe licking his wandering mind.
Grey reality had snuck into his secret world and ripped him from it's gardens...
His own cum painted on his dark, beautiful countenance.
Pouring from his mouth like thick milk.
The taste of himself...
A familiar taste.
But he longed for a different taste.
A different texture to fill his mouth.
"Vincenzo...why are you not here with me?"
"Why am i tormented by there vivid images of you.
Haunted in the night by violent ghosts that torture me with otherworldly pleasure"
A tear escaped from his eye, as he swallowed his deep grief.
"It truly wasn't real..."
Dried his eyes.
And then he layed there for some minutes.
Thinking nothing.
Not anymore.
Episode . II
A dissonant siren.
Silenced by the sound of water streaming.
A thousand warm kisses accross his unearthly figure.
Sudden in it's appearence.
Abruptly vanished into nothingness.
A strangers finger upon a worn out button in a darkened alley.
Giovanni turned off the flow of hot water.
Dried himself, but not fanatically.
Quickly put on a pair of white briefs,
and opened his door.
Revealing a most familiar face.
"Hello Gio"
(Ivan?)
"It's been a long time" said the man called Ivan.
Ivan Gaspard. A director.
(Or at least, that's what he aspires to be)
He had once approached Giovanni about a project he was working on.
Requesting his appearance and participation in a indie film, some years ago.
There had, to the despair of them both, been intense sparks between them, and things got, well, a little complicated.
And before they even had the chance to experiment with their own emotions regarding eachother, and before Gio had the oppurtunity to participate in any scenes, they parted ways abruptly and violently.
"I...uuhh, hoped you would be home. I guess i was right, huh.."
(i can't believe it. Ivan. What the hell is he doing here?
definitley the last person i was expecting to see)
"So...what are you doing here?" Gio asked, almost in a whisper.
"As non sequitur as it may seem, i'm in town to see your show.
You've become quite famous you know...umm..." Ivan looked quite uncomfortable.
"May i...come in?"
Ivan swiftly stole a glance in the direction of Gio's big bulge,
an ocular reflex that betrayed every intention poor Ivan had of keeping his inextricable lust for Gio hidden.
There was no escaping it.
A sleeping soldier,
protruding and bulging without a care.
His eyes quickly found Gio's eyes again.
He looked a bit nervous.
But both of them knew very well what both of them felt.
There had always been tremendous passion and alchemical harmony between them.
so much so, that their last encounter ended in war.
"Please..." Gio expelled.
It was obviously an invitation, but he did not step aside,
forcing Ivan to slide past him.
Ivan brushing gently against Gio's bulge as he passed, and their eyes interlocked for a brief second,
but a very long, and intense second.
Ivan was a little shorter than Gio, but bigger and tougher in his build.
A redhead. (Fuck he is hot)
Ivan removed his berret. (when had he started wearing those?
He looks so good bald. He is the god of baldness)
Ivan turned around and leaned against a shelf filled with artbooks and CD's, the odd idiosyncratic piece of art.
He looked nervous indeed.
Pearls of sweat had begun to adorn his lovely forehead.
It made him look even hotter in Gio's eyes.
Made him look real.
Human.
"You know you are the last person in the world i was ever expecting to see?...like, ever?" Gio said.
Ivan swallowed.
His big light-green eyes, looking straight into Gio's deep sapphire blue.
"I...i just wanted to see you. Umm, talk to you...alone, before..."
"I know" Gio apprehended.
Gio tok a step towards Ivan.
His bulge was even harder now.
A fat, hungry snake lying in wait.
He was so horny...a storm of mad butterflies trapped flapping inside of him.
This had happened during their last encounter aswell.
But he had not been able to act upon these emotions.
Not fully been able to understand what he felt.
Less able to convince Ivan that he too, felt the same.
Ivan was obviously turned on now.
sweating, and no longer able to avert his sweet eyes from looking at Gio's body.
At his dark, midly curly chest.
At his wet abs.
His obvious big cock, hiding behind a thin white veil.
Just waiting to be released.
"Take of your shirt" Gio demaned.
"What?"
Gio just looked at him.
Directly into those beautiful pools of jade.
His hand now rubbing gently on his bulge.
"Gio...i'm...i didn't come here for...but i want to.
I want you...so bad..."
(i can't stand it)
"can't stand it" ivan whispered
Gio heard him.
gulp
"Then take of your clothes. I want you too..."
Ivan stood there, stunned for a few seconds.
then he suddenly and clumsily unbuttoned his shirt, unbuckling the belt of his chinos, ripping of the shirt and tossing it, revealing his strong, hairy arms.
Adorned with red flames of hair.
tearing off his yellow T-shirt with the words
"INSECURITY"
written accross the chest.
his strong, big chest.
his red hair scrambled and spattered about.
dropping his pants, revealing a fat protrusion in his black boxers and stepping out of them,
then almost running towards Gio,
who also took a step forward.
A sudden and violent embrace.
Bulge against bulge.
Two fat snakes trying desperately to find eachother in the dark.
lips pressed against lips
hands fumbling on skin
tongue against tongue
two wet, glistening serpents intertwine and kiss and lick
"Gio...gio..."
"Shut up. Just shut the fuck up"
words expell, devoid of meaning
"the bed...the bed...come..."
Ivan poured into the soft bed
Gio jumped on top of him
hands tickling and caressing his chest,
stomach
kissing Ivan's hard nipples, ever so softly.
Ivan's hazy green eyes, looking into Gio's.
Almost blinded by extacy and longing.
while Ivan's hands wax and wane Gio's thighs and chest and strong arms.
Gio kisses his lips again.
sticks his tongue into his mouth.
moves his lips to Ivan's neck.
kissing it.
licking it gently.
moving ever so slowly towards his navel.
kissing it.
Ivan knows what is coming.
His hard cock is about to be released.
in slow movements Gio gently pulls of Ivans boxers.
both dizzy with anticipation.
inch by inch.
revealing more and more of something Gio has been imagining for years.
he can't believe it's happening.
until finally.
the fattest, most delicious cock, gio had ever seen.
was sleeping on ivan's stomach.
"oh my god...it's so...fucking beautiful".
Ivan could not respond, he just stared at Gio.
Eyes moist, and utterly blind and deaf to anything else.
A sublte contraction lifted the fat heavy snake ever so slightly from it's bed of skin.
Giovanni's mouth was watering.
...to be continued.
Written by Jarl Henrik