Facing reality. Giovanni II

A lithe mortal body.
Sculpted by benevolent gods.
Poured into the feathery down.
Breathing has softened.
Contemplating nothing.

But the fading memories of the beautiful nightmare.
The nightmare of Vincenzo.
Licking his neck.
Kissing gently, the lobe of his left ear, where there is a tiny mole.
A subtle hint of hidden beauty.

While violently, yet lovingly entering and exiting him in a steady and merciless rhythm.
Vincenzo's big, hard cock kissing the heavenly spot inside him,
at every thrust, and every retreat.
Feeling so filled up.
Feeling like he almost can't take it anymore,
but wanting it more and more still.
The pain was not relevant anymore.
It was there, but veiled and silenced by a pleasure so great that every fibre and every segment of his young beauty trembled.
His own thick cock and balls swinging in a perfected binary rhythm.

A string of cum hanging from the mouth of his cock.
Wishing it to never end, wanting to exalt more and more...
Until he could experience the cataclysm of worlds.
The explosion of the universe.
Inside himself.
With him...
With Vincenzo inside.

But the vision had ended.
Grey reality had snuck into his secret world and ripped him from it's gardens...
His own cum spattered about him.
Pouring from his mouth like creamy milk.
The taste of himself...
A familiar taste.

But he longed for a different taste.
A different texture to fill his mouth.
"Vincenzo...why are you not here with me?"
"Why am i tormented by there vivid images of you.

Haunted in the night by violent ghosts that torture me with otherworldly pleasure"
A tear escaped from his eye, as he swallowed his deep grief.
"It truly wasn't real..."
Dried his eyes.
And then he layed there for some minutes.

Thinking nothing.
Not anymore.
Then he arose from bed.
Stretched his drowsy limbs and yawned.
As if nothing out of the ordinary had ever happened.
Took a long hot shower.
Gently washing his body.