Telepathic body-sharing isn't always as straightforward as I wrote in my three-part series. This time it got complicated...
I met an interesting guy on Xhamster - Jona, around 30, great sense of humor, very fit, Finnish, shares many of my tastes in erotica, and has a pussy. He's had his top surgery already.
We got to know each other pretty well via the internet before we realized that we were both telempaths. I was intensely curious and wanted to connect with him immediately; he was a little more reserved, as if he was unsure whether he should do it. However, in the end he couldn't resist it either, so we easily found each other "outside" and made contact.
There was immediately something different about this connection, unlike any of the straight or gay men and women that I had shared this ultimate intimacy with before. I could clearly sense Jona's male, bisexual mind in a body that had brought him so much dysphoria: this was something completely new to me as a direct experience, rather than trying to understand it with imagination. However, even beyond that, there was something oddly different about the connection itself, which I couldn't quite identify at first.
I went across into Jona's body, but this didn't go as smoothly as usual - I was shaken about by a sort of mental turbulence which actually felt quite physical. Instead of the two of us concentrating on one body at a time, as I was used to from my other encounters, Jona was already mostly focused on my body as I was focused on his, so he was strangely distant as I began exploring his body.
Of course the structure of the brain isn't radically changed during telempathy - the strange loop of self-awareness is a higher-level abstraction, interpreting itself in the most generalized parts of the neural network. Peripheral functions, such as sensations and many types of skills, tend to remain largely bound to the brain. So while I was in Jona's body, I was feeling it the way he did - and that shook me to my roots.
The sensational chaos almost flipped me out completely. I would have totally lost my head if I hadn't had encounters with cis people having similar anatomy (in other words, women), which helped me to orientate myself somewhat with regard to the mechanics of it all. However, that only helped with a small part of the maelstrom of feelings which threatened to swallow me up without trace. So this was why Jona was so reluctant, he was probably concerned about my ability to handle it...
I sensed Jona coming back to help me come to terms with this explosive jumble of sensations and emotions. Step by step, he showed me what I most urgently needed to understand - including quite a few things which I thought I already knew, but had never felt first-hand. I had always respected Jona, but never before so intensely: he's been dealing with this all his life and has still managed to keep sane. Slowly, I gained a little distance from the overwhelming impressions battering my id, and began to take stock of my situation.
Despite everything, I was feeling as horny as fuck. Maybe the HRT testosterone, maybe Jona's first brief and easy impressions of my body, maybe the wild sensations that were starting to fall into place - whatever, if I'd come this far and scared the shit out of myself, then at least I was going to make the best of it! So was Jona - even though at a distance, I could still sense how much he was enjoying having my cock, making it hard, and wanking it, feeling my balls, and looking for something to stuff up my arse. My toys were nearby...
All that Jona was doing was no surprise, I was already expecting him to feel comfortable and at home in my body, but as I started exploring his body, I was caught unaware by Jona's tdick. Admittedly, it was different to mine, but I felt it to be a cock. Even though most of it was inside his body, it was straining outwards. Sure, the women that I had experienced had had clits which swelled, but this was different. Jona's dick seemed to go back to his arse on both sides of the hole in between, which was somehow numb and fuzzed-out, a strange, almost threatening void for me, which he let me know was better to keep clear of as far as possible.
I grabbed the whole length of his cock except for the tip, squeezing both sides together and incidentally closing that dangerous-feeling cunt. It was a decent handful to wank back and forth, indirectly stimulating the tip and the arsehole, and I began to relax a little and enjoy it. I'd never seen Jona using quite this technique in his videos, but I felt that it wasn't new to him. Nevertheless, something about it caught his interest briefly before he went back to wanking my cock with my fist and buggering my arse with my anal bead vibrator. I also relished his joy and enthusiasm - admittedly, my old cock isn't exactly impressive, but it still does the job and it felt right to Jona.
Jona had also laid out his dildos and lube ready for me to use (I recognized them all from his videos), so I lubed up his arsehole and started out with the smallest dildo. It appealed to both our gay sides as it went in easily, dildo-buggering with the left hand and wanking with the right. That felt good and right for a while, but Jona had had much more anal practice than me and his arse was demanding more, so I pulled out the dildo and went straight to one of the biggest, a realistic looking one, long and fat. Even that went in without too much difficulty, with a little patience, and felt great inside, reaching spots that I never knew existed, including an area that felt somewhat like my prostate. Jona was also savouring a leisurely wanking and arse-fucking rhythm in my body; we both just relaxed and enjoyed it for a few minutes until the desire for orgasm became too strong to resist. Jona took my new butt-plug in place of my anal bead vibrator, pushing the bulb into my arse, stretching my anus to the limit until the bulb popped in and my sphincter was left gripping the shaft before the stopper. I did the same, whereby his butt-plug was quite a bit fatter, so his anus felt similarly stretched as the bulb went in. Both of our arseholes were clenched around the butt-plugs, we both felt excitingly full inside, and we each had both hands free.
Jona was cupping my balls with the left hand and tossing my cock off with the right, a classical and highly enjoyable wank. I was wanking his long, double, inner cock with the left hand now, leaving the right hand free for the tip of his dick. Both grunting and encouraging each other, we started on the run-up to our climax - we were planning to cum together. I hardly ever touch the tip of my cock directly because it's too sensitive, and never if it's dry - only within the foreskin. Jona's is even more sensitive, but I'd seen enough of his videos to know how best to stimulate it with his right-hand fingers, also through his foreskin, pressing and rubbing hard and fast just above the tip and on both sides, completing the feeling for the whole length of his tdick. "Wank me fast, I'm gonna cum soon" we were both thinking to each other as we approached our mutual orgasm. In the last few seconds before, both our arseholes clenched even tighter around the butt-plugs, feeling the bulbs filling our guts and pressing against our sphincters from inside. Both bodies were feeling the rush of the pleasure hormones flowing massively as we began to shake and our minds shut out everything but the warm ecstatic stream shooting through our nervous systems until our arseholes and dicks pulsed again and again, Jona enthralled by the feeling of hot cum pumping through my cock, while I was just as entranced by the intensity of the many more nerve endings in his tdick. Spurred on by each other, it was perhaps the longest orgasm I have ever had, both peaking several times, sometimes synchronously, sometimes alternating, and with that typically telempathic feeling of whole universes coming into being at each peak. Slowly coming down, Jona fondling my cock and balls gently while I did similarly with his, still quivering wildly, we were both grinning each other's heads off.
A minute or two later, as we began to feel coherent again, I noticed that Jona's body was reacting more than mine to the afterplay. My dick was going to need at least twenty minutes to be ready for another round, but his was already starting to harden again. I gasped in both bodies as Jona slowly and deliberately pulled the butt-plug out of my arsehole, then he cleaned up. His arse was still stuffed full though; I left it in and began working a little more intensively on his tdick.
This time, Jona was more with me in his body. We both still felt him caressing my cock and balls, but we were both drawn to his hardening dick. Nevertheless, he held back and left me in control. I pretty much carried on as I had left off, wanking his two-pronged shaft with the left hand and his tip with the right. However, it was all much more slippery now from his juices, so I could rub everything harder and faster, and it didn't take long before the orgasm started to build up.
Going for a second orgasm in a short time is something that Jona doesn't do all that often, although he has the ability: multiple orgasms are usually a female thing. However, as his videos show,he sometimes does wank himself twice in a row, if he's feeling in the mood for it. He even sometimes brings his boy-pussy into play when he wants to play really perversely - that's maybe comparable to anal penetration for a straight cis woman or man.
We reached the point of no return, Jona's right-hand fingers under my control wanking the tip of his tdick through his foreskin so fast that they appeared blurred, while the left-hand fingers pressed harder and harder on that two-pronged shaft...
