[An Account from the PRISM Chronicles]
Chapter 1
An Unexpected Opportunity
Huffing and puffing wouldn't make it go away any more than believing that Howard Hughes' enormous wooden aircraft, the
Spruce Goose
, was a practical way to build a usable plane made it so. His fiancée, Parker Scott, had gone to considerable trouble to get him an interview with a professional journal when from out of nowhere The
Journal of
Beautiful Men
, a magazine with unusually sharp photos featuring attractive men, articles about them, explicitly sensuous scenes, and contests for a variety of honors based on whatever were their interests, contacted her.
The well-known magazine informed Parker that it was familiar with PRISM Designs and its interesting, highly varied exploits involving rather far-ranging subjects. The company's discoveries of unusual and barely-heard-of treasures in the accounts of pirate Anne Bonney and the Circle Gold affair had piqued their interest. When Ashwynde Richardson, Special Projects Manager for PRISM, sent photos of Mark Campbell to the magazine for their consideration, she had sealed the deal.
The editors in a conversation with Ashe remarked that they had not met a man so sensuously attractive yet with his winsome personality, humor and range of normal interests. His youth, his powerful body and his incredible mass of thick, black wavy hair falling past his waist had prompted one editorial assistant to label him 'Samson' after the biblical character of long hair and raw physical power fame.
The journal sent Mark several copies of recent issues to examine. He was impressed with the remarkably sharp quality of the photos and the range of print items about the subjects' interests, accomplishments and activities. The explicit photography of nude males in every conceivable pose, venue, concept, and erotic intimacies aroused Mark. When Lauren saw them, she urged him to let
Beautiful Men
feature him at length and in as many unrestrained activities as he was willing to participate.
He and Lauren had just returned from Tennessee and the Circle Gold business, and despite his preference for their home and office in the Everglades, he had to get some work done in their Palm Beach office. Lauren went on to Swamp Central while he donned a charcoal-with-pinstripes suit, a white shirt and a colorful tie. He had hardly entered the building when he found himself accosted by a group of young assistants and participants from Parker's and Ashwynde's program of individual development of talents, social graces, and sensuous interests for teens.
With several young men and women vying for his attention, he led them to a conference room near Ashwynde's office where he spent a thoroughly enjoyable forty-five minutes with the group. The girls were already showing signs of what he called "the PRISM influence" in their variety of sexy clothes from the company's line of young misses' erotica. Several young men studied Mark from a distance, and he thanked them for being present. Personally, he thought they were quite attractive; they already showed the company's penchant for long hair. He enjoyed a slippery little jolt as he wondered what they'd look like in more intimate circumstances.
For a group of young people barely more than eighteen, he found them quite impressive in their attitudes and unquestionably in their physical development.
After this enjoyable interception, Mark went on to a room near Lauren's and Ashe's offices; it had comfortable furnishings, featured large windows along one entire wall, and was the refuge where they went to relax, enjoy intimacies, and even display themselves to whoever might be watching if they so desired. Lauren, Parker and Ashwynde already had followers who could be counted on to take pictures and observe them from nearby buildings when they'd opened the vertical blinds to expose themselves.
He was tired, but he took the time to undress slowly and hang up his suit and other clothes. Today Mark wanted to spend time thinking, touching himself, enjoying the smoothness of his skin, and brushing his long hair until he enhanced every wave. This always aroused him. He stood before the large windows, hopeful for watchers this time. Sliding the brush through his thick, long hair generated tiny snaps of static electricity and fluffed out the deep waves surrounding his face.
The softness of the hair about his eyes felt delicious, and his cock was now standing before him, hot and swollen, the Prince Albert ring in its mouth causing a miniscule tingle there. He turned sideways to view himself in a full length mirror and saw his lovely, smooth body surrounded by his glossy black tresses. Both of his eyes were nearly concealed by waves caressing his face and shoulders, falling densely to his bottom.
Lauren had made him aware of a gradual thickening of his hair in recent months, something almost unheard of for men his age. He knew of no other instance in which a man even had hair the length of his, and for it to be getting heavier, denser was both an erotic thrill and something record-setting.
Never in his desires from his teens to now had he anticipated that his hair would grow to its present beauty. It constantly delighted him as he touched it during the day, whether unbound as he usually wore it, or tied in a monster pony tail. As he granted his mind and body the quiet release necessary to truly enjoy his sexuality and longings, a delicious heat gripped his hips and stem.
He was completely stiff now and his shaft stood before him, a beautiful creation, thick, shapely, sometimes straight and sometimes with a sexy curve. Its crown was a delicate tanned flesh, swollen around its edges, with the Prince Albert gold ring in its mouth. Parker had shot a series of black-and-white and color silhouettes of his body, face and hair, and his shaft with its clearly-outlined ring; it had become one of their most popular and downloaded internet photo sets.
Four months previously, Mark had been selected 'Most Beautiful Man of the Year' by
The Journal of Beautiful Men
, an honor that was both completely unexpected and that had put him in the worldwide eye of the erotic community. His PRISM team was overjoyed for their lover; apparently, a host of other men and women were also interested in him, for his volume of mail, phone calls, and actual stop-on-the-street events had increased tenfold.
He would never attempt to sidetrack any of these. To him they were a great honor and an enormous erotic jolt...other people actually took time out of their lives to be excited by him and let him know it. Treating them casually, making obscene gestures, and uttering stupid, infantile remarks about his public ran against everything he had ever been taught. His mother, Lauren, with whom he regularly made delicious and prolonged love, adored him for living out his upbringing; his admirers were drawn even closer to him.
Mark turned slightly and watched his shaft jiggle left and right with a delicious heaviness as he laced his fingers behind his head, then slowly thrust his hips forward. Gazing down on his smooth body and dense puff of soft hair curving in sexy dark arc over his penis, he longed to taste himself, something he had never attempted.
Mark walked slowly to the couch and lay down, conscious of his movements and enjoying them. He really didn't know if he was flexible enough like his girlfriend Courtney to bend forward and get his stem into his mouth. He was definitely long enough. He loosened himself with several sit-ups, almost afraid of failure in his sensuous endeavor. Then he stroked his cock briefly, though it could not have gotten any more firm and long than it was now.
Finally, he bent forward, assisting himself with his left arm and hand grasping his thigh as he used his right hand to direct his penis toward his mouth. He felt no discomfort; rather, he moved closer and closer to his lovely stem until its tip kissed his lips with moisture. He opened his mouth and drew it in, closing his lips about what was probably an inch-and-a-half of smooth, tender flesh. He was comfortable in his position and mouthed his treasure, relishing the sensation of warmth, the feel of closing his lips around its head, his taste, and the erotic charge of having his own body in his mouth.
The sensation was difficult to describe in words. He felt warmth and wetness on his cock. It was round, perfectly so; it was large and solid within his mouth, it tasted delicious, a delicate cream flavor mixed with a clean, erotic scent he could not identify. Sensuous thoughts raced through his mind; visions of this long, stiff beauty standing out before him, a desire to be nude around others and completely aroused, a hunger to spurt his cum in a stream as others watched, the smoothness of his skin to his touch, the femininity of his long, thick hair, his satisfaction with the gold ring in the mouth of his penis. And his desire to be intimate with another young male.
