The Syntax of Seduction

by Carlos Malenkov

  It was terrifyingly intense, but somehow I knew just at the moment that I exploded deep within the dark mystery of his fundament that . . . whatever else this was, it wasn't love. No.

  And when it came time to open my own self to him -- to let him penetrate me -- in the second act of the Sacred Union, I just couldn't do it. I ran from his clutching arms, from his despairing cries, from his yearning and his neediness. I ran into the cold night to escape him.

  Back. I had to get back.

  Thoughts of lost and forsaken love filled my head. I hired a carriage to rush me to the railway terminal and booked the next available passage home. Six long hours I waited on a hard wooden bench in the unheated station, praying that Brent wouldn't track me down and file a claim of Breach of Promise. The ritual Carnal Act can, in some localities, be considered a binding proposal of marriage, and the courts could well rule against me.

  I fell asleep to the comforting clickety-clack of the wheels on the tracks as we sped across the countryside. My dreams were of Keirin.

  "Let's consecrate our love. Let's get married."

  "But, Keirin, you know there's a constitutional amendment banning hetero marriage."

  "I love you, Tom, and love will find a way."

  Keirin was right. Love did find a way.

  Keirin and I have been happily married for ten years now. We have three beautiful children. The two girls favor her, I'm told, while little Tommie is the spitting image of me when I was his age.

  Yes, we're a respectable and respected married couple. As soon as we realized we couldn't bear to live without each other, we began considering our options.

  Keirin decided to undergo the gender-change operation. This type of chirurgery has come quite a long way since it was first attempted 140 years ago. Nowadays the prognosis for success is nearly 100% and the end result is indistinguishable from having been born in the other sex.

  The chirurgeons completely reshaped Keirin's contours into something very much like the masculine ideal. They amputated the breasts and suctioned out the fatty deposits from the hips and buttocks. The ovaries were temporarily removed and, in vitro, subjected to the Ianuschi-Milevich Process of alchemical and radio-wave alteration of their elemental substance, until they metamorphosed into fully functional testicles, whereupon they were implanted into a cunningly constructed skin-graft scrotal sac and attached below Keirin's pubic bone. Hormonal quickening altered the clitoral bud into the full-length (9 inches!) and fully erectile organ we males are so familiar with. Keirin had become a man. I sometimes wake in the gray early morning hours and wonder . . . what if she had taken me up on my offer to have the operation myself. Here I'd lie, lacking phallus and testes, with that gaping female cavity between my legs, making love to Keirin in the selfsame manner as my two moms . . .

  Or, in some even stranger alternate reality, where marriage across the great divide of the sexes is sanctioned, if we had cloven to one another as man and wife . . .

  How wondrous was our first Sharing of the Flesh after Keirin's transformation! I inserted myself into his rectal cavity, and it was as intensely sensual as it had been in that best-forgotten brief encounter with Brent. And afterward, when it came time for Keirin to be the active partner, to penetrate me, to thrust his achingly erect penis into the throbbing hole in my backside, I lovingly accepted him into me, and he filled me up completely with his hard flesh, and I was filled with love and rejoicing. We were well and truly wed.

  * * *

  FIT TO PRINT

  No story is too lowdown or ugly for me. Once I spent a night in a homeless shelter to get the skinny on that scene. Lost my wallet and came out of it with two black eyes, a fat lip, and a nasty lice infestation. I was scratching for a week. It was worth it, though. The city editor put the story on page two and I got a nice fat raise.

  So now I've been assigned to write an exposé of the gay life. In-depth, detailed, the whole works. A candid, uncensored account of what it feels like to be a gay man. A homo. A queer. The particulars of everyday life, the nightlife, and the sex. Especially the sex. The editor gave me carte blanche on this one. But it's got to be hot and steamy. Circulation's been dropping lately.

  All right, I figure I have to really get into the part. I'll assume the identity of a gay man for a week. I think I can even deal with the anal sex part if I have to. Maureen would have a fit if she found out. Geez, we're not even married yet, and already she acts like she owns me.

  I draw the line at going into a gay bar and waiting to be picked up by an anonymous stranger. Fortunately, it wasn't necessary. An old college buddy introduced me to a real insider in the local gay scene. This guy seemed happy enough to help me out.

  Mick is quite an original. He has the manner of a benevolent uncle who takes pleasure in mentoring his younger protegés. He claims he was a hippie back in the 60s. Even offered to show me the butterfly tattoo on his left buttock to prove it. I politely declined.

  Mainly, I need to change my image, he told me. Dress sharper, but nothing too flamboyant. No need to flaunt what I'm supposed to be. Get my hair styled, of course. A moustache trim goes with the package. Looking younger is what it's all about. Younger. Like young meat. Meat. Merchandise.

  As it turns out, I don't have to sweat the anal sex part, or so Mick says. Many gays don't even do it. If I want, I could probably get away with fondling and oral. Touching, kisses, and blow jobs, in other words. The question is whether I can get a complete picture of gay culture without learning about, and actually experiencing the ultimate form of gay sex -- anal. I have to admit that, in my heart of hearts, I am somewhat curious about it. Maybe even more than curious. I remember that one spring morning camping out on Raccoon Hill. Strange sounds nearby woke me. I climbed out of the warm sleeping bag, grabbed for the binoculars and looked. There were two guys up on the ridge there, and . . . their pants were bunched down around their ankles. They were both naked from the waist down and their bare skin gleamed in the early sun. The one in front was bent over forward and . . . I focused the binocs on him and, yes, he was being fucked by the other guy, and down between his legs it looked like he had a hardon, so probably he was enjoying getting it in the ass. And those were definitely sounds of passion coming from the both of them. And by then I had a hardon, too, and I jerked off while watching them, thinking about what it must feel like . . .

  My last few girlfriends, and my current one too for that matter, enjoyed taking it in the ass. And I enjoy giving it. The one time Maureen got it into her head to try a strapon and fuck my ass I liked it. I guess she felt threatened by how much. I liked it because she never brought up that particular subject again. She's very insecure about gender roles.

  They call it the Service Entrance. You could almost mistake it for a regular nightclub except that all the couples there were male-male and female-female. The show wasn't bad -- a standup comedian doing political satire, then a few songs by a drag queen.

  Mick took me around and introduced me to his friends. Normal-looking guys, most of them. Normal, hell, just plain nice people. People I'd never have suspected of being gay. People I could have been friends with in real life.

  I ended up going home with Jack. Tall, well-spoken fellow, looked to be in his late thirties. He was a stockbroker, and his living situation showed just how good he was at it. Antique furniture and what looked like original paintings on the walls. There was some heavy-duty money at work here.

  He fixed me a nice snack, but I passed on the offered drink. Got to keep a clear head. This is an assignment, after all. He was easy to talk to and I found out a few things that Mick hadn't mentioned. As recently as ten years back, 1965 in the year of Our Lord, being gay was still semi-illegal. Many gay folks stayed in the closet. Now, with things loosening up, the gay community was out in the open, and this seemed to have triggered a sort of cultural explosion. There were gay-themed plays on Broadway and even books with gay heroes. The gay life, it appeared, was almost ready to cross over into the mainstream.
/>   Well, it finally came time to get down to brass tacks. Do I take my off clothes or not? It wasn't a difficult choice. Jack was a nice guy and I felt comfortable in his presence. In fact, I even felt a mild physical attraction. If there were hidden parts of me that craved expression, why not indulge them? It would certainly add realism to the story I'd write.

  He helped me out of my pants and shirt. A true gentleman. I was too shy to return the favor. My gosh, I couldn't believe what the sight of his bare skin did to me. It freaked me out and excited me at the same time. We were alone with each other. And totally stark, bare-ass naked.

  He hugged me. Just a gentle embrace. I noticed he had a full hardon. He was a good deal bigger than me, maybe by as much as several inches. The thought of how that erect penis (long, hard cock!) would feel inside me, deep inside my ass made me hard, too. Iron hard. Damn. I learned something about myself in that moment.

  He asked me what my pleasure was.

  "I'm new at this," I said. "What I had originally had in mind was to satisfy my curiosity, to get a gentle intro to gay sex, but now I think maybe . . . "

  "I know exactly what you're thinking," he said. "It hits some newbies like that. They instantly fall in love, hard, with either oral or anal. In your case, I'd say anal. In fact, I can feel the vibes."

  My face got hot, and I must have blushed. I nodded.

  "If I had to hazard a guess, I'd say you're a bottom," he said, as he reached around to caress my buttocks. "Yep, I can feel the heat back there. Your ass is speaking to me, and it's telling me what it wants. And it wants it bad. What say we give it a go?" He kissed me gently on the lips.

  "All right, Jack, I'm willing, I think. Just show me what to do."

  "The first time it's especially important for you to relax. I'm good at breaking in virgins and I'll guide you. Come on into the bedroom. The bed is just the right height for what I have in mind."

  He bent me forward over the edge of the bed and my chest came to rest on the multicolored quilt covering the sheets. Then he moved up behind me. The shock of his hands kneading my ass cheeks made me tense up.

  "Relax. This won't hurt. You'll end up enjoying it. Most guys who try it love it. Trust me."

  His voice was hypnotic. He seemed so very confident that I had to assume he knew what he was talking about. And the feel of his gentle hands massaging my ass, rubbing cream gently into my my cheeks and into the crevice between comforted me, warmed me. . . .

  "Okay, Sleeping Beauty, you're about as ready as you'll ever be."

  I awoke with a start. Must have dozed off for a moment.

  "Huh? Okay, well then, let's give it a shot," I mumbled as I rubbed my eyes. I couldn't believe it. I was about to be fucked.

  "I've just lubed myself up," Jack said, "and now I'll do the same for you. I need you nice and slick inside so I can slide right in. Now, it might feel a little cold when I start, but it'll heat you up soon enough, and you'll enjoy the finger massage on your hole, your beautifully tight little asshole. Let me part your cheeks now to get a better look at it. Yes, it's a perfect little rosebud. Virgo intacta, but we'll soon do something about that."

  I tensed up at the touch of his finger down there. It did feel cold and wet. Then, the gentle up-and-down rubbing between my cheeks began to soothe . . . and excite me. I could feel my dick starting to harden again.

  "To start off with, I'll push a fingertip into you. Just barely past the entrance. It might feel a little strange, but it won't hurt. Ready?"

  "Jack, I have a little confession to make. I'm not really an anal virgin. I've had a small dildo inside me before." I didn't think it politic to reveal that it was my girlfriend who had put it into me.

  "Hey, no problem, guy. You already know the drill then. Press out gently as I push my finger in. Good. Easy does it."

  My ass resisted, but only for a moment, and then his finger slipped in. The ass that had previously known only the feel of my own shit sliding through it, and once, only once, the silicone contours of Maureen's dildo. The ass that I had just now opened up to another man.

  "Now a second finger. Good. Still okay?"

  "Fine."

  "I'll slowly rotate the two fingers inside you. This will stretch and open you up, and spread the lube around where it counts. How's that feel?"

  "Slight stretch, but no pain. What's next?"

  "Three finger. There. Any discomfort?"

  "Still okay. What's next?" As if I didn't know.

  The fingers withdrew and I felt the slippery-cold wetness as he rubbed more lube just inside the rim of my hole.

  "All right, ready for final exam?"

  Looking back over my shoulders, I saw his enormous cock pointing toward me. Pointing straight at my ass. He was going to insert that gigantic bludgeon into my tiny little hole! He was going to tear me open and split me apart! Did I really want this?

  Yes. "Do it, Jack. Fuck me."

  Something pressed into me, first gently, then more insistently. I felt my opening stretch, then pull apart as my ass opened up. Exhale, press outward. Relax. And a large erect male penis slid up into me, slowly filling me up, higher, upward, into the very depths of my secret place. I could feel myself expanding, my innermost flesh yielding to the intruder. Then hands on my hips pulled me backward, impaling me deeper, deeper, until I could feel the fronts of his thighs pressing hard into my ass cheeks. I had taken all of him into me and he had filled me utterly.

  He held still at full insertion for several seconds before he started pumping. I visualized my intestinal walls fitting themselves snugly around his cock, conforming to its rigid geometry, accepting its throbbing heat. I reached back around the curve of my buttocks to feel the hard shaft grazing my fingertips and sliding slowly into my ass.

  He laughed. "Still can't believe it? Yeah, I'm taking you, all right. Possessing you. Shagging your butt. Reaming it with my cock. Cornholing you. Fucking you. Fucking you in the ass."

  I could believe it. I had become a different person. In the space of a few seconds, I had transcended the limits of my own flesh and sexual identity and become something more and something less than I had been before. Something had snapped within me and I was no longer a man. I was no longer just a man. I had transformed into a third gender, a sort of hermaphrodite, a strange being capable of both giving and receiving. I had changed, and there was no going back.

  He withdrew partway and began a slow thrusting rhythm in and out. The sliding friction within me, slowly rippling up and down my rectal cavity, charged me up to the explosion point. My dick started throbbing and I felt the familiar release of orgasm lurking just around the bend.

  "I'm getting ready. Going to come," I gasped.

  "No, not yet. Your first time with me has to be extra special," he answered. Then he pulled back, pulled all the way out. There was a faint slurping sound as he uncorked himself and lube ran down my leg. I felt empty inside.

  "Let's get you cooled down a bit," he said. "Sit your sweet butt here on the bed. Just relax. I can bring you something to drink, if you like."

  I could feel myself drawing back from the brink, though my cock was still standing, hard as a bar of steel.

  "Now, since I'm such a nice guy, I'll let you decide what we do next. We can continue as we were, with me doing the pitching, and you the catching. If the friction and pounding doesn't bring you off, I can reach around and help you out in front while I'm still inside you. Then you'll find out what bottoming is really all about -- feeling your asshole -- hell, your entire gut -- involuntarily squeezing and spasming around my hard cock inside it as you come."

  Jack continued: "The second choice is for you to fuck me, while you're still excited and hard. Then, after you come inside my ass, depending on whether you're willing, I could maybe fuck you once again. For that matter, since we have so much of the night ahead of us, we can fuck each other, taking turns, for as long as our stamina holds out. What say you?"

  As tempted as I was to have him inside me once more, I was curio
us what it would feel like to be inside him for a change. I had fucked Maureen in the ass quite a number of times -- when she was in the right mood she got considerable pleasure from that -- and I had to know if a male ass would feel the same.

  He dropped to hands and knees on the carpeted floor, and I kneeled down behind him. Lube, then insert. I slipped into him easily (he was a past master at sphincter relaxation) and began stroking. That's when I got a little surprise. His ass began clutching and squeezing me. He had trained his sphincter muscles and, for all I know, his entire rectal chamber. I couldn't hold out very long against that. I groaned and released into him, and he kept squeezing and milking me dry. He drained me to the last drop, and then some.