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Tuesday, October 21, 2014

lab rats



I've had the strangest dream... a recurring theme for the last few weeks... a sweet one that leaves a strange bitter taste on my mental palate ...



Two boys are making love to me... in the capsule of my bed... a ménage a trois that owes its occurrence to drunken haze and enchanting substances....They are almost half my age but I've had friends who exactly fit this mold and well...

but I feel this isn't a dream... it really did happen...or did it?


They are trying to copulate with me and yet one isn't ... One is putting up a barrier between himself and us, two. He maybe studying how to be me! How to be a tiger to his lover, show him exquisite pleasures ... Wait did I just say HE? Am I cushioned between two gay lovers or am I standing in their way? 


I've always thought sensual pleasure could be had by just about anybody who had the imagination and drive for it, why should it be denied two young creatures who choose to push their thresholds? And most of all why should I deny myself the capability to experiment, conclude and then decide ...

 Nevertheless it seems to me, the two boys, in my dream, are having a whale of a time, enjoying me, a tutor who shows them the moves and more importantly enjoying the moment too...



I am fellating on one, while giving the other one a reason to observe, analyze, stare ... a crash course on the use of one's oral faculties ... the first one's moans are exquisite, like sweet sax music that licks the ear and gives it the utmost pleasure... the guttural sounds coming from him who I am going down on spurs me on like petrol to a machine, urging me to give him more ...



We are friends, but we become strange little beasts behind closed doors, in our inebriated states we become one and we use our mouths to please each other etcetera ...


Is this a dream?????


Will this hazy mist eventually simmer down to wake me up and give me some sort of clarity...



I don't know...I don't know ...