Precum and dreamscapes

Giovanni opened his eyes.

his naked body plastered in chill sweat.
Licking his warm and beautiful geometry.
his dreams had been so intense.
an Arabian nightmare, overflowing with the smell of skin,
the sensation of another's wild prescience,
melting into and becoming a part of his own.
His abstract form caressed and licked by an alien manifestation.
A master of a mortal instrument, plucking the nervous strings of his flesh.
A pleasure too subjective and too otherworldly to comprehend.

Luminal ecstasy lingering in the dark, deep pleasure of some strange universe.
Accompanied by the sweet dissonance of the uncontrollable sounds of a terrible crescendo.
he was breathing heavily.
letting his hands gently and slowly run over his chest and thighs.
Trembling hands.
Shuddering lips.
Every touch like a jolt of divine lightning.

slowly but without faltering, his consciousness let go of his subjective, innermost desires, manifested.
he did not want to embrace the fact that it was not real, that it had not happened.
it was too...beautiful. the feeling was too good.
“please, don’t disappear...don’t let it end”
A faint whisper escaped his full lips.
too perfect to let go of...alas, too perfect to be real.
his hand moved slowly from his hard nipple and down.
down, down, towards his fat, hard, throbbing cock.

(have i ever been this hard? This turned on?)
it was so hard, and precum had poured from him, creating a tiny puddle on his stomach.
he had never felt like this before. his head was spinning.
forbidden images still not completely faded from his mind.
but too abstract for his waking mind to comprehend.

he lifted his pelvis up and placed his feet flat on the wall by the head of his bed.
caressing his ass with his one hand and massaging his hard, bulging scrum with the other.
his cock and big hairy balls hanging, just directly over his face.
breathing so heavily. mouth gaping and tongue protruding.
the had of his cock easily placed on the wet floor of his tongue.

fingering his hole, already wet from his own sweat.
gently teasing his own hole and inserting his own cock into his own mouth with more and more ease...
so turned on. so utterly enslaved to this all-encompassing feeling.
how he wished Vincent had been there...
to lick his asshole...stick his tongue ever so gently into his ass.

"Fuck...Fuck...Fuck, i love you, fuck me please"
in his mind he could hear vincent's reply.
"yes, baby...yes Gio...is this what you want?"
"fuck yes...IT'S WHAT I'VE ALWAYS WANTED...ITS ALL I WANT"
his two fingers slid gently into his asshole and he took one big breath, and all the juices inside of him poured out, in an overflowing stream of clouds, into his open mouth.
like uroboros, he devoured himself.