A Flame of Flesh

... for Eric

by adambenhur@yahoo.com

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"for you I bear down, soft and burning, in the treasure of love ..."

- Laura Nyro -

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This is a description of a real event in my recent life. I have tried to express my erotic thoughts and feelings as clearly, sensitively and honestly as possible so that you can enjoy these private moments as much as I did. If you like this, please feel free to contact me and I will be happy to send you others as they appear. - adambenhur@yahoo.com

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ou arrive at my place after work, just a little after sunset. I answer the door naked and smiling, happy to see you. The house is lit with candles and smells of some pleasant spice. Quiet music of flutes and harps plays softly in the background. I pour you a dark German beer and ask how your week has been while you strip off your clothes and slip into the shower. I enjoy the sight of your nakedness and admire the masculine way you move as you undress, completely at ease with yourself, the graceful symmetry of your figure illuminated by the flickering light. Your body tingles as the warm shower caresses you.

 

You lather your skin with an herbal body lotion, inhaling and breathing deeply of the fresh natural fragrance of woods and flowers. As you step out of the shower glowing pinkly I unfold a pale sky-blue towel and dry your broad shouldered back, your round, hard buttocks, and your powerful legs. Your beautiful cock begins to pulse and lengthen as a smile of pleasure and anticipation opens your face and brings a light to your eyes ...

 

I lead you to the bedroom where you stretch out across the flannel covers of the bed on your belly. Your arms spread wide and your hands reach out and grasp the soft pillows. Your head rests to the left, and I hear you sigh a long breath, exhaling the day's tension. I gently open your legs wider and pull your cock back between your legs so the sensitive underside of the shaft and head are exposed to my touch. Beside the bed, a small oriental blue and white ceramic bowl contains a warm oil. Dipping my hands into the oil I begin to massage your back, enjoying the sight of candlelight flickering across your supple and shining skin. You sink more deeply into the bed, breathing quietly.

My hands flow down your back into the curve of your waist, appreciating each muscle and shape. As my hands cross your ass, I gently part the two halves of your buttocks and caress the sensitive inner flesh of your anus, letting the oil flow into the dark moist crevice and down across your testicles. I calmly pass the oil over your cock and am excited to feel the weight and thickness of your erection. The head of your proud cock is swollen with desire and you moan quietly under my touch, opening your legs as far as possible to give me greater access to your sex. I bend forward and drag my tongue slowly across the head of your cock, licking the fat shaft, the meaty oval balls and moving slowly up the pronounced seam of of your scrotum towards the dark center of pleasure.

 

As my tongue crosses the lips of your asshole you reach your hands back and grab both halves of your ass to open them wider for my exploring mouth. Softly, you moan, "Oh God," to let me know a wave of pleasure is washing over your nervous system. Your hips twist and thrust slightly forward in a slow fucking motion as the ecstatic male animal in you emerges from deep inside. My hands fold around your cock as my tongue probes the secret rim of your anus, searching for the nerve switch that releases powerful sexual electricity throughout your body and mind. You moan deeper and longer. You stretch your arms out wide and grasp the bed hard, tensing as the physical pleasure becomes unbearable.

 

You whisper "Adam, please fuck me ... please" and I smile, feeling the heat and heaviness of my Italian cock pressing up against my belly, primed by the sounds and motions of your body. In time with the slow rhythm of the music, I glide forward, bracing my palms on either side of you. I allow my fully erect cock to graze teasingly against the slope of your ass as I move forward and lower myself close to your ear. For a moment, I pause and admire the brave square cut of your jaw and the beautiful way your hair nestles against the back of your neck. I whisper "Relax ... Let's just float for a while. I want you to have whatever you want from me, but for now let me adore your perfect ass. There's nothing like this feeling. I know that you need this as much as I need to give it."

 

You smile and close your eyes, surrendering completely to the embrace and gravity of the bed. An involuntary shudder of pleasure ripples through your body. I glide back to the kneeling position behind your legs. Giving into my desire to merge more completely with you I stretch out my legs behind me and bury my face unashamedly in the moist firm flesh of your butt as you strain to open to even greater enjoyment. You reach back and take both my hands in yours, squeezing tightly and telegraphing the intensity of your feelings through our interlaced fingers, as if we were acrobats saving each other from a fall from a great height.

 

The sound of ocean waves plays through the recording on the stereo. I feel as if I am surfing through some neural tide of bliss, riding a current of pleasure that seems to have no specific source or point of origin. I no longer sense any difference between my lips and tongue and the openings and organs of your body. Your ass seems to know intuitively how to fuck my tongue. My broad square chin nestles and brushes playfully against your scrotum. In long, leisurely strokes, I return to licking your cock and balls and ass, pressing as deeply as possible with each passage across your asshole ... lightening up as I near the tender sweet folds of fragrant wet skin that lead to your manhood.

 

At last, we both realize my tongue can only provide a portion of your true erotic desires. Disengaging with you only long enough to refill your beer and provide myself with the proper protection, I return to the bed. I pause for a moment to enjoy the sight of you naked and spread out wide for me. You seem to be floating in a timeless place. You know what's coming next and begin to raise and tense your buttocks in expectation. I remind you to relax and keep breathing deeply even though it's only natural to tense up. I position my fat hard cock at the portal of your asshole, leaning over to kiss the back of your neck. I remind you that I would never hurt you and that we'll go very slowly. You rise up slightly to meet me and welcome me into the warm dark sheath of your lower colon. I press forward gently, savoring the satisfying pleasure in every centimeter of contact as your powerful sphincter ring muscle opens to receive my hardness. I bury my cock deep inside you. It feels like coming home. You moan but it's a sound signalling fulfillment not pain. I leave my cock in motionless as you reach back with your ass and squeeze hard several times. Then, gradually, as you adjust to the fuller feeling of penetration, you begin to provide us with the right tempo and depth of the ass-fucking motion as I twist my hips from side to side to ensure every nerve of your ass is included in our joining.

 

You begin to moan. You bury your face into the pillow. You say breathlessly, from some great depth, "Oh God, fuck me hard, Adam ... Please fuck me really hard. It feels great. I really need this right now. Oh God, you're really fucking me hard now." All of my consciousness is now focused deep in my penis which feels as if it is on fire. I begin to feel the electrical tingle of pre-orgasm sensations from deep inside my body. My balls are pressing up against my scrotum tightly, loaded with the life-giving fluid I've saved up all week for this time alone with you .

The raw erotic creature in my soul knows that I am giving you total unalloyed pleasure and my own primordial fucking instincts take over. I am fucking you deep and hard now. The bed rocks. I bend over and bite the back of your neck and start licking and sucking as much of your exposed ear as I can gather in my mouth. You try to turn your head and kiss me, your tongue searching for mine in the candle-lit haze. I raise myself on my hands and lock my elbows, bracing myself for the inevitable. Involuntarily, my knees push your legs as far apart as possible and an excited gasp of breath lets me know I am thrust as deep and far inside you as you needed. Losing control, I fuck hard and fast now as you buck in response like a magnificent animal.

 

As you begin to climax, I feel the valve of your prostate gland pumping against the underside of my cock, and my own orgasmic roller coaster begins to flow through me, setting off fireworks in my head and heart. My semen gushes powerfully through the entire length of my sex. I moan and continue to fuck you until every drop of semen has been released spasm by spasm from that mysterious inner reservoir. I lean forward and embrace your back, enjoying a sense of accomplishment. I let my cock slowly return to normal size inside you as you seem to drift into unconsciousness and peace. You begin to breathe deeply and calmly. I watch you as you drift into a pleasant, tentative after-sex sleep. The stress and tensions of work are a million miles away.

 

I take the pale sky-blue towel and wipe some of the oil and sweat from your body. I lie down next to you and enjoy a feeling of repose, soaking in the atmosphere of desire fulfilled. I close my eyes, my mind completely free of all thoughts. In a little while you return to earth and I ask you if you'd like to shower again. "No," you say. " I'll shower when I get home." I know that you are floating in an altered state of consciousness so I let you dress in peace.

 

Before you leave I give you a hug. Your body feels completely surrendered and vulnerable in my arms. You smile and say "Thanks. That was great, Adam!" I smile, too, knowing there really isn't a lot to say at times like this. It's just knowing that there is another guy on earth you can open up to and be natural with for a little while that makes a big difference. It's knowing there is a place where you don't need to project any sort of image or facade, where you can just enjoy yourself and explore your most intimate feelings and sensations with another friend. I think to myself, " I should write a description of this. It may help open someone's mind a little wider, or lift their heart a little higher.

Maybe, deep in side, we are all the same person, the same pure life force seeking only to love and be loved away from the scrutiny and judgment of the world. In private moments of sexual kindness, giving and receiving without fear or shame, some of the sweetness and passion that the humdrum world attempts to take from us returns, making us strong and whole again." And I walk towards the calm blue screen of my computer and begin to write.

adambenhur@yahoo.com is my pen name and also my email address.  I work at home in Cupertino, California in computer graphics, animation and illustration. Writing my erotic memoirs has been a lot of fun for me and I’ve had several stories published, including “A Flame of Flesh … for Eric” in the West Beach Books anthology  “Buttmen” and “Conversation in a Treehouse … for Birch” published by Men’s Web. My story "Adam's Treehouse ... the making of a bisexual male tribe in Northern California" will be published in the upcoming Haworth Press publication "Bi Men: Coming Out Every Which Way" edited by Pete Chvany and Ron Suresha. So far, all my stories are written from my own life experiences and I hope they ring true for you, the reader, also. You’re welcome to write to me at adambenhur@yahoo.com.  I’d enjoy hearing from you. Take care.