Leviticus 18:22 says man shall not lie with mankind as with womankind... Everyday I wake to the hollowed sound of damning words ringing in raw ears. Yet everyday still, my stalwart manhood tents satin sheets, wetting its surface with the sinful images of a tortured mind in repose.
To lie with another man is an abomination, they say.
As if there's any room for lies in the rhythmic clenching of hair in fist. In the unbridled pounding of one hard, unrelenting body into another. There is room for nothing but truth in the brutal ecstasy of being torn apart. The body knows this; the mind cannot fathom it.
The only respite to a lustful mind trapped behind the gilded bars of self-flagellating piety is the un-inhabitable realm of dreams. By night my weary mind longs feverishly for the sensation of being ripped in two. Of having powerful, hungry men ravage my shy, tight little asshole into the gaping cum repository it yearns to be.
Last night, a bulging forearm rested firmly beside my sweat-soaked brow as a calloused hand shoved my face into the wet, throbbing cock of a stocky, testosterone ridden stranger. Behind me, terrorizing my tight, puckered little mancunt with his thick, rough lips and steaming hot tongue was the man I've come to know only as Master.
Ravenous for His massive uncut cock, my ass shamelessly thrust backwards, desperately ramming his scorching tongue further into my slick tunnel until I could feel tooth and scruff scraping my cheeks as His face moved side to side, driving me insane with need. My pleas for more coming out as slurps and gurgles as the anonymous man's cock drove down my throat with building fervor, paying no heed to the choking sounds emanating from my raw, abused airway. I was nothing more than a toy to them-an object to be probed and violated by their savage manhoods.
As I kneel here quivering, neck arched, jaw aching and prostate swelling- my only thought of being pounded mercilessly into the ground- I know I will be granted no release until I am thoroughly cum-filled and cum-soaked. Yet still I long to prolong the blissful torture.