The only other thing of interest was a large fish tank that stood in one corner. About four feet long and three feet high, it was filled with green plants and a single piece of white coral. The water shone with pale light, and bubbles rose from one corner. I could see shadows darting amongst the waving leaves, but they never stayed in one place long enough for me to see what they were.
“You are wet,” Kamo said. “Come with me and you can dry yourself.”
He led me behind a large screen at one end of the room and into another, smaller space. From the futon on the floor, I guessed it was his bedroom. Kamo opened a small chest and removed a white robe. He handed it to me. “You may change in there,” he said, pointing to the bathroom.
I went into the bathroom and shut the door. Removing my wet clothes, I hung them on a hook behind the door. The rain had temporarily sent my boner into submission, and my dick hung limply between my legs. But once I started thinking about Kamo’s body, it jerked back to life. I tied the belt of the robe loosely around my waist and went out to see what Kamo was doing.
He wasn’t in the bedroom, so I checked the living room. Kamo was arranging pillows around the table. While I had been in the bathroom he had himself changed into a white robe. When he saw me, he waved for me to come sit down. Confused, I walked over and sat where he pointed. I wondered now if we’d both had the same thing on our minds when we left the bar. While I was aching to sink my prick into his ass, he had laid out plates like we were having a dinner party.
Kamo went over to the fish tank and scooped something up with a net. Returning to the table, he placed in front of me a small bowl. Inside it was a fish. About three inches long, it was a strange blue color, with two yellow stripes on either side of its head. Kamo disappeared again and returned with a round bowl, about a foot across, and a bottle. Putting both on the table, he sat across from me. “You are going to see something very special,” he said.
Still puzzled, I watched as he poured a clear liquid from the bottle and filled the bowl almost to the top. Then he reached into the smaller bowl, lifted out the fish, and dropped it splashing into the other one. For a minute the fish sat at the bottom of the bowl, not moving. Then it began to swim in circles, its mouth opening and closing rapidly. It moved faster and faster, as if running from something. As it did, its blue color began to brighten, as if it were being lit up from the inside.
Finally, after circling the bowl madly for several minutes, the fish stopped completely, its mouth open wide. Kamo waited to make sure it would not begin swimming again, then reached into the bowl and lifted the fish out. Picking up a long, sharp knife, he sliced the fish quickly, peeling away the electric blue skin to reveal the bright pink flesh beneath. After cutting two strips, he placed them on a small white plate.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Very rare,” Kamo said. “Fish is very poisonous. If cut wrong, it can paralyze you instantly. But done correctly, it can bring great pleasure.”
I looked at the thin strips on the plate. “What was it swimming in?”
“Sake and herbs,” Kamo answered, lifting one of the slices in his fingers and raising it to my lips. “Eat quickly before its power fades.”
Reluctantly, I opened my mouth. Kamo placed the fish on my tongue, his fingers momentarily brushing my lips. I waited to feel my body becoming motionless. But when nothing happened, I concentrated on the taste that was filling my mouth. A sensation both hot and sweet was soaking into my tongue and traveling into my throat. I swallowed the fish and felt the warmth move with it into my belly. It was like nothing I had ever tasted before. As I tried to pinpoint exactly what it was like, I felt my head begin to swim. My mind began to cloud over, and I shook my head to regain my focus.
“No,” Kamo said through the veil that was falling over my mind. “Do not fight it. Let the pleasure come.”
Relaxing, I felt my head clear again, leaving behind a sense of heightened awareness. At the same time, my arms and legs began to feel heavy, as if a great weight were pressing on them, and everything around me seemed brighter and warmer. I looked at Kamo and saw him pick the other piece of fish from the plate and eat it. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them a few moments later, I saw again the brightness I had first noticed in the bar.
He rose from his seat and came around to my side of the table. “Come,” he said, holding out his hand. “We are ready now.”
My body refused to move on its own, and Kamo had to help me rise. With slow steps, I followed him to an area of the room where the floor was thick with pillows the dark blue of midnight. Kamo pulled at the belt at my waist and let my robe fall open. He slid his hands underneath it and pushed it off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor so that I was standing in front of him naked. Because I was held in the grip of the strange fish’s drug, I could only stand while he looked at me, feeling like a statue being perused by a museum visitor.
Kamo reached out and ran a hand lightly over the dark fur of my chest, my skin tingling where his fingers crossed it. “You are very beautiful,” he said. “I like your hair very much.”
I laughed, knowing that the fact that he did not have hair was exactly what I liked. My voice sounded low and far away, like someone calling through a rainstorm. As if pushing my way through water, I reached out to remove his robe, but he stopped me by taking my hand and pulling me down onto the soft pillows. I sank easily into their softness and lay back, letting myself fall into them so that I was reclining with Kamo positioned between my spread legs.
He ran his fingers down my belly and to my waiting cock, which was hanging half-hard across my thigh. His long fingers circled the thickness of my stiffening shaft and squeezed lightly, stroking it to life. “It’s beautiful,” he whispered appreciatively, as my prick filled to its full length.
I closed my eyes, the feeling caused by eating the fish filling my head, and waited to feel my cockhead slip in between his lips. But Kamo seemed content just to keep jerking me off. While his one hand kept up a steady rhythm on my dick, his other hand went under my balls, cupping my big nuts in his hands. “They are like the fruits of the lemon tree,” he said, smiling up at me. “Round and firm.”
Right then I didn’t care what he thought they looked like. Although I found it hard to move, the rest of my senses seemed to have intensified. His fingers brushing my balls were sending bursts of excitement through my belly, and I just wanted to have his tongue on them. “Suck them,” I whispered as best I could, putting my hand on his head and using what was left of my strength to grab a fistful of his black-blue hair in my fingers. Wrapped in my grip, his hair was soft and thick. I spread my legs wider and pushed his face between them until I felt his nose at the base of my cock. His tongue snaked out and tickled my aching nuts, licking in slow circles around first one and then the other.
Kamo worked his way under my sac and lifted my legs so that he could get at the sensitive area above my asshole. His mouth moved over my skin slowly and deliberately, covering every inch of my flesh with kisses that burned like cold fire. His delicate movements were making me crazy, and I couldn’t wait to see what he had in store for my cock.
All of a sudden I felt him put one of his fingers, wet with spit, at the opening of my hole. I opened my mouth to ask him what he was doing, but nothing came out. After pressing gently but insistently for a moment, his finger slid inside, my ass muscles closing around its thin length. Kamo fingered me for a minute while his mouth worked on my balls, then he pulled out. Reaching into the pocket of his robe, he removed a string of silver beads. Each one was about half an inch in diameter, and the string was about six inches long.
I thought he was going to tie it around my balls like a cock ring, but instead he took the first bead and placed it against my hole, pushing it inside easily. He did this with each of the other beads, until the whole string of them was inside my ass and all that was left was a short length of string hanging from my pucker. I didn’t know what the hell he was doing, but it sure fe
lt good. I could feel the balls inside me, moving back and forth as I rocked against the pillows.
This whole time Kamo was still wearing his robe. Now he knelt with his back to me and let it fall off of his shoulders. My eyes went wide as I saw what he had kept hidden from me. The pure white skin of his back was covered with a tattoo of a dragon. Its head was centered between his shoulders, and its body stretched down toward his buttocks and then disappeared, its tail sweeping around to his stomach. The dragon was covered in thousands of tiny scales, each one shaded in perfectly in blue. The fine lines were etched on his body like veins running just below the skin. The detail was amazing and looked as though it had taken months to complete.
Kamo turned to me, his eyes oddly bright. “You wished to see something special,” he said. “It is special enough for you?” he asked.
I stared back at him, unable to move my lips. The dragon’s tail curved around his waist and down his groin, the end disappearing under his balls and circling back up the other side so that the base of his prick was encircled by it. His entire body appeared to be shaved completely smooth, not even a single hair marring his pubic area.
Kamo stretched himself on top of me, his mouth finding mine, and I pushed my tongue roughly between his lips. Kamo kissed me back, his mouth drawing me in. As he sucked at my tongue, I felt him grind his stomach against my cock, his hairless skin sliding along the pulsing shaft. Reaching down, Kamo moved my hands so that they were cupping his ass, the fingers closed around the curves of his buttocks so that I felt their roundness against my palms. Kamo pressed back against me and ran his mouth over my neck in a rush of hot kisses. His white skin shone out against the sea of blue pillows we were floating in like a strange, delicate fish.
As I lay under him, the strange paralysis holding me tightly, Kamo moved over my chest, biting softly on my nipples and rubbing his cheek against the hair that covered my pecs. The fact that I could not move my hands to touch him through the fog that had enveloped me increased the longing in my balls, and I wanted to cry out for him to satisfy me.
Finally, he moved down my belly toward my anxious cock. Without touching it, he placed his lips on the tip, sucking only the head and caressing it with his tongue as he lapped up the stream of sticky fluid that had begun to flow from my slit. Slowly he moved down the length of the shaft. I was amazed that he could get such a thick piece of meat into his small mouth, but he had no trouble. Soon his lips were pushed into my bush, and I was throbbing deep inside him. He moved back up my cock, his throat pulsing around it like a warm hand.
Kamo began to move quickly up and down my dick, his lips sliding easily over it. Every motion of his mouth felt like a thousand tongues caressing my cock. I felt my balls starting to tighten and knew that if he kept it up I was going to lose my load down his throat before I had a chance to fuck his beautiful ass. Kamo seemed to sense it, too, because he stopped sucking me. Moving up, he straddled my chest, his smooth legs holding me tightly between them.
His cock was hard now, jutting up and away from his body. It was perfectly formed, the sculpted head round and tapered atop the straight shaft. His balls hung neatly in a sac of smooth skin, and the dragon’s tail curled perfectly around them both. Kamo moved forward so that I could suck his exquisite prick. It slipped in easily until not only the shaft, but the balls as well, were filling my mouth. I sucked hungrily, eating up the delicious flesh that slid in and out of my throat with each movement of Kamo’s thrusts. I let Kamo’s balls slip out of my mouth so that I could feel them against my chin as I blew him.
As I sucked his cock, Kamo fingered the tight slit of his asshole. He moaned as he slipped one finger in, pushing roughly to get through the small opening. Pulling himself from my mouth, he moved back until his ass was resting against the head of my prick. Feeling the smooth flesh of his buttocks against my aching piece, I almost washed his back with a wave of cum, but I was able to hold back. I didn’t think my big tool would ever get into his tight hole, but he pressed against me until the head of my prick pushed between his ass lips. Slowly I entered him, my head parting the walls of his chute like a boat moving through the sea. I groaned loudly as he surrounded me with his warmth, his tight ass swallowing my meat greedily.
I looked at Kamo’s face and saw that his eyes were shut tight, a smile crossing his face. He had his hands on my chest, and his fingers tugged gently at my tits while I slid into him. When I was fully inside him, he began to slide back and forth slowly, fucking himself with my dick. I lay beneath him, unable to lift my hands to touch his skin but filled with intense desire as I watched him pleasure himself with my tool.
As Kamo pumped my cock, something caught my eye, and I noticed for the first time that there was a mirror behind and to the left of where we were lying. A big antique frame sat on the floor, and in the large glass I could see the shadowy form of Kamo riding my prick. It moved up and down with him, my cock disappearing into his tight hole and reappearing as he devoured inch after inch of me. Above me his face was a mask of delight, his eyes and mouth reflecting the pleasure he was feeling deep inside him.
Looking again in the mirror, I caught my breath. While the outlines of our bodies were barely visible in the shadows, the dragon tattoo on Kamo’s back was sharply defined. Just like the skin of the fish we had eaten, the dragon radiated with a luminous blue light. Each line and curve shone as though coursing with strange blood, seemed in fact to almost move across Kamo’s back. I watched as it pulsed and flowed on his back, the claws scratching at his shoulders, the mouth opening in a silent roar. Kamo seemed to take no notice of what was happening beneath his skin, rising and falling along my prick in heated strokes, his cock slapping against my stomach as he moved.
I wanted to run my hands over his back, to see if I could feel some of the movement I saw reflected in the glass. But I was still bound to the floor by the mysterious weight. Whatever was happening to Kamo didn’t appear to cause him any pain, so I watched silently as the dragon twisted and turned over his flesh. The harder he thrust against me, the harder the dragon writhed in the mirror.
As fascinated as I was with the strange events, the rising heat in my groin was a stronger attraction. Kamo began to push my cock deeply into his tight ass. As he did, he reached behind me and grasped the string that was hanging from my hole. Still riding me, he pulled on the string, and the beads slipped one at a time from my chute. The feeling was unbelievable and sent me into a shuddering, out-of-control rush of pleasure like nothing I’d ever felt before. This seemed to break the invisible chains that wrapped around my body, and I cried out, my voice echoing through the room as all of the passion that had been building up in my throat spilled out at once.
Now that I was able to move again, I plunged one last time into Kamo’s depths, my load crashing into him in a shuddering wave as I squeezed his ass in my hands. I could feel the cum gushing from my prick as I pumped more and more cream into him. Kamo continued to work my prick with his ass muscles as he came, too, long ropes of ivory squirting from his bobbing cock, falling on my chest and splashing my neck. At the same time, his eyes flew open. They glowed with the same mysterious blue light as the dragon and appeared to see nothing. His mouth was stretched wide, mouthing but not voicing his ecstasy.
Then he shut his eyes, and when he opened them again they were the same black color they had always been. He collapsed against my chest, my cock still inside him, and lay still. I ran my hand over his back, tracing the muscles from his shoulders down to where I could feel my cock enter his asshole. I half expected to feel the dragon’s scales under my fingertips but touched only warm skin. Inside the mirror, the glass was dark, the only reflection that of Kamo’s body on mine.
Turning the Tables
They say that the biggest homophobes are the ones who want to find out what it’s all about. . . .
Being a fairly quiet guy, I usually don’t go in for political things like marches or demonstrations, preferring to lend a hand by writing letters and checks
. But after weeks of hearing gay-bashing politicians on the news trying to win right-wing votes in upcoming elections and reading their hateful editorials in the press about how people like me are after the children of America, I figured that after thirty-three years it couldn’t hurt me to support my community a little bit by showing up in person for something. So when some of my friends asked me to go with them to a rally supporting a local gay candidate for state human rights commissioner, I said I would.
When I got to the park where the rally was being held, there were several hundred people there. Many of them were wearing pink triangle pins and carrying signs voicing their particular concerns, from antidiscrimination legislation to domestic partnership rights. A large number wore the familiar red ribbons of the AIDS crisis and passed out safer-sex information and condoms. I pocketed a rubber handed to me by a shirtless muscular man with a shaved head and a tattoo on his rippled abdomen that said HIV+. Then I spotted my friends and went over to join them.
The rally started a few minutes after I arrived, and it was really amazing. The candidate, a woman who had spent many years in public service and had recently come out, spoke about the importance of rights for lesbians and gay men. Each time she said something the crowd agreed with there were whistles and clapping. When she brought her lover on stage with her, the place went wild with cheering. Everything was going really well when I heard some commotion behind me. “Hey, fag boys,” a deep, mocking voice yelled out. “I’ve got a nine-inch dick that hasn’t shot off in a couple of days. How would one of you like to drain it for me?”
I turned around and saw a group of college-aged men standing several feet away. One of them, a big jockish guy wearing a Yankees sweatshirt, was pointing at us and grinning. “See,” he said. “I told you that would get the fairies’ attention.”
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