There are only two times when I feel like I'm close to opening a small hole in this reality enabling me to see my kind in their true form. That's usually when I'm on the brink of consciousness and sleep, or during moments of intense piercing passion; when I'm cumming and only then when I'm sharp enough to spot the signs.
There are so few of us we rarely run into each other and the times that we do our senses are fleeting at best. As hard as it is to see others true forms it's even more difficult to see our own. I've never seen mine and would love to. If I ever meet with another hopefully they will describe to me what I look like.
I hate going to bars but sometimes my search sends me to such places. On this particular night I feel that strange feeling I so rarely have. I sit in the far corner watching the clientele through the thick veil of smoke and public shame attempting inconspicuousness. I've had a few and was about to leave when I got the feeling. This time it comes in the form of intense arousal. I can feel my member growing hard, extending already out of the top of my pants. I feel like there is another here, in this bar....somewhere but I'm not in the state to "see".
They usually look like anybody else or are totally invisible unless you can get in the right state of mind to view their true selves. It's been so long and I'm so out of practice but the feeling is strong. I have to "see".
I have always felt that one day I would be reunited with my people. The older I've gotten the more impatient I've become. I had almost given up.
I do the only thing I can think to do to allow me to see what I suspect. Not that there's that much of a choice, I can barely control myself. I hope no one can see under the table. It's pretty dark. As long as I'm really careful I might be alright and the way I feel it wont take long if I'm not interrupted.
I scan the bar one more time before I start, checking to see if anybody is watching and for the unusual presence I felt. Nobody's looking my direction and no luck on the presence other than the numb alarm going off in the base of my skull.
Under the table I unzip my pants and slide my underwear down freeing myself. I'm so hard my veins feel like they'll cut my hand. Already the tip is dripping wet enough that I run my palm over it and slide it down my length enough to lubricate it completely. It feels good, I could cum now but I need to take it slow, stay sharp, and keep my eyes open.
I don't want to get caught or miss an opportunity to find another of my people. Still nothing, I'll have to amp it up. I wrap my fist around the base and run it up to the swollen head forcing more of the slippery fluid from it. I focus on the tip where I'm most sensitive in fast rhythmic movements for almost five minutes until it's almost too late.
Stopping, heart pounding, chest heaving, and sweat rolling down my forehead, I scan the room again. My ears are ringing and I have tunnel vision. This is a good sign but also really dangerous. It's a good sign that I'm getting this worked up but it's also bad because I'm getting to the point that I don't care if anyone sees me masturbating.
