Ouroboros

A great many forces held Garrat Russell in check.  He had a fastideous wife, a consuming job, a debilitating mortgage, an anemic dog and a finicky cat.  There was little room for him to misbehave.  This, however, did not prevent him from mentally exploring his depravity.

He was a subscriber to an erotic literature website and would often use the stories he read to bring him to orgasm in the shower or company bathroom.  After a period of time he started to feel that all the stories resembled each other and that he was just going through the motions as he pulled his pecker to eruption.  He suspected that the stories were formulaic and possibly written by a computer.  This routine made him feel like a machine, when he'd rather feel like an animal.

Deciding to create his own erotic world rather that explore the insides of the box, he created a blog where he posted his fantasies.  He wrote impassioned stories of his childhood fantasies- of him and his grade school heart throb fucking in the back of a school bus, of being seduced by his babysitter after catching her masturbating with his mother's vibrator, and of being raped by a neighbor after mowing her lawn on a sweltering summer day.  Web surfers seemed to enjoy the stories and he was encouraged to write more.  He put advertisements on his site and made his hobby turn a profit.

Months passed and Garrat was earning more at his hobby than he was at his nine to five job.  Submission to the powers of his labido earned more than the powers of his mind.  He decided to quit his job, but ommitted that fact from his wife.  She would continue to see him off to work every morning after giving the pets their appropriate vet suggested breakfasts.  Afterwards, instead of hopping on the expressway to crawl through the traffic jam, he drove to the next town and sat at a coffee shop and plugged away at his keyboard with a carefully concealed erection.  

He published a few erotic chap books and joined a syndicate that paid him for each piece he created.  After three months as a career erotic writer he hit writer's block at full speed.  His creativity seemed to shatter into pieces and his pride held him back.  He was still able to write erotica, but all his stories just seemed to similar to ones he had already written.  He'd get about 500 words into the story and then recognize the similarity and shame would overcome him and he'd delete the entire document.

Wondering how many permutations can come about through standard hetero sex, he figured he'd have to broaden his horizon's in order to continue his regular output.  This worked and the words spilled onto his keyboard.  His creativity was back.

Still considering himself a heterosexual he was forced to overcome the stigma of homosexuality.  He had written many lesbian stories, but for some reason two men together made it difficult to capture the moment in his imagination.  His "good" christian upbringing constructed too many mental barriers to make "getting into" gay sex impossible.  Eventually he said fuck it, and found it easy to just change the gender of a character and the point of view of the narrator.  He was now having his male characters getting butt fucked, wrapped up in 69 positions giving head and analingus.  He as so hot by the time he was finished with his first gay story that he went to the coffee shop bathroom and jerked himself off.

Again he had months of hinder free writing.  His wife found him in a regular good mood.  When asked why he told his wife that he got a promotion at the office.  Even their sex life got a boost, but that faded back to the standard weekly scooby snack.  She was never that interested in sex and that was the original fuel of his new career.

Garrat was publishing like never before.  Now he knew that it was his view of the horizon that inhibited his imagination... at least that's what he thought until he received an email from a reader of his.  The reader, Nick, called Garrat out on his fraud.  He brought up examples in his writing that were not supported by reality, primarily in his gay stories.  Garrat replied that he was given "artistic license" to embellish his stories.  Nick shot back that if Garrat ever wanted to be a good writer, that he'd have to know what he was writing about, and that the only way to truly know is to do.

This hit Garrat hard.  Never had the literary criticism hit so accurately on his weakness.  He even considered abandoning his newfound career and returning to cubicle life.  His cash reserves could handle a couple weeks of halted productivity, but he'd have to make a life decision as to whether he'd continue with erotica or drop it and get back to the grind.

He decided that he would attempt to become an honest writer.  He still had major reservations to homosexuality and didn't think he would go through with gay sex.  He identified the variables that he was inexperienced with: butt sex and sucking cock.  He figured that he could experience those with a transsexual and educate himself while staying in the grey area of sexual preference.  

Since he wrote many tranny stories he figured that he could predict everything that would happen and that he had no reason to be nervous.  He devised a plot and told his wife the alibi.  He said that his new position demand him going to a conference in Omaha and that he'd be gone for a couple days.  She bought it but he was really planning to go to Las Vegas.

He bought the ticket and the next weekend his wife drove him to the airport.  While at the airport waiting for his flight Garrat browsed the web for shemale escorts and prostitutes.  He searched reviews of escorts and wrote the numbers and rated those he found the most attractive (those that looked the most female).  The plane boarded and in several hours he was landing in the desert.  It was already dark so he got his rental car and drove to his hotel off the strip.

He awoke the next morning and called down his list.  Only the third answered the call.  She was latino and spoke with a thick accent.  Garrat asked if she had any openings this afternoon.  He decoded her "no" and then worked with her to set up an appointment for 2pm.  He got directions and drove north out of Clark County.

It was a long drive to the town of Caliente.  He past signs warning passersby of radiation danger and advised them not to get out of their car.  Garrat was pleased that he rented a hybrid, because the distance between gas stations was tremendous.  He pulled off after seeing a sign for the town.  He passed through the downtown area, a handful of sun bleached brick buildings with a paved dusty road.  He travelled to the outskirts and found a gated house with the sign labelled "The Setting Sun".  He parked in a lot beside the brick home.

He took several deep breathe's to calm his nerves.  "Now or never," he thought to himself.  He stuffed his pocket with condoms, checked his wallet and turned off his cell phone.  Getting out of the car, he walked up to the gate and pressed a buzzer.  The gate unlocked a moment later and he walked up the walkway dividing the grassless lawn.  The screen door was flimsy and he didn't bother knocking, he just stepped inside.

An effeminite boy, no older than 18, greeted him wearing a mesh tank top and shredded grey jeans.  His hair was short with spikes, the tips were dyed. 

"Hello sweety, welcome to the Sun.  Are you our two o'clock?" he asked with a soft lisp.

"Yeah, I spoke with Lola," Garrat said shakily.  "I didn't know she worked at a brothel."

"Listen sweety, in this state you can't do otherwise, or else the law'll get ya.  So should I call the girls," he winked, "or do you want to go get a drink first?"

"I thought I'd meet with Lola, is she not available, I just called this morning."

"Lola's our covergirl, but we have others that may prove more your taste, why don't you go get a drink and I'll get the girls."  Without waiting for a response the boy trotted off behind a beaded curtain.  

Garrat walked over to a bar and a short mexican woman asked, "What'll it be handsome?"

"Gin and tonic, with a couple slices of lime."  She mixed the drink and before it was even served the boy was back with a parade of prostitutes.  

They were all lined up.  Garrat swivelled his stool to get a bette look.  The boy started with the introductions.  "This one here is Abby, she's a genuine girl, but knows her toys and her boys.  These next two are Christy and Bunny, they're post-op and can keep your post up.  These five are Cherry, Suzy, Jenny, Haley, and you know Lola.  And I brought Arny out just in case you felt a bit more curious."  

They were all done up with makeup and were dressed slutty.  Abby had it caked on and Lola almost looked like a clown.  Arny was wearing lipstick and his cheeks were all blushed.  Cherry was by far the most attractive.  Her makeup was tasteful, her black strapless top with long sleeves showed off her natural looking cleavage and slender neck line.  She looked hispanic and had beautiful and large dark eyes.  Her flesh was a muted olive.  Garrat was pleased that the boy brought her out.  Cherry noticed the attention Garrat was giving her and she walked up, provacatively bouncing her scantily covered hips.  The rest of the girls and the boy walked to the bar and ordered drinks and started talking.

Cherry took his arm and sat on the neighboring stool.  She said to the bartender, "Sangria por favor," then she turned to Garrat and with a smile asked, "First time, no?"

"I call it research," he replied hoping to be clever and interesting.

"You a scientist?"

"No a writer."

"You work with newspaper?"

"I write erotica," Garrat saw she was confused, "Sex stories."

"You going to write about me?"

"I'm just hoping to get some ideas."

She looked at his ring, "You married.  Wife not good enough story?"

"She can only do so much," he replied spinning his ring with his thumb.

"So that's why you need me," she wrapped her arms around his neck.  "I can do anything for you," she said with a twinkle in her eye and then moved in to kiss his lips, tenderly at first but when he started to kiss back she thrust her tongue into his mouth.

The idea that he was kissing a girl with a cock between her legs sunk in and his stomach went a flutter and he almost felt dizzy by the time they broke thier kiss.  She let her hands trail from his neck down his arms and held his hands.  "Shall we," she beckoned and he was in her control.  They got up and walked through the beaded curtain down a hallway to her room.

Going through the door he saw her cramped room sparcely decorated with dark quilted blankets hung on the walls and purple sheets covering the lamps.  The room was dim and created a mysterious presence.  She had a king size bed that left little room for her two dressers.  The carpet was a charcoal shag and contrasted the light red bed covers and pillows.  There were several toys on the dressers: dildo, strap on, bondage items, etc.  

Holding Garrat's hand she led him to sink in the corner.  There was a basin with a sponge and warm soapy water.  She seductively disrobed Garrat, kissing his flesh as she uncovered it.  When she had him completely naked she took the sponge and dunked it in the water.  Garrat closed his eyes as she rubbed him down with the sponge.  The sound of her squeezing the water from the sponge seemed to echo in his mind.  She gave his groin and ass extra attention.

He heard the sponge plop into the basin and he looked down to see Cherry running her palms up his legs, stopping at his cock to hold it steady as she took the head into her mouth.  She began by swirling her tongue over the engorged head and then bobbed up and down until she sunk the entire six inch shaft down her throat.  He watched her lips work his pole, but didn't notice her eyes intently watching his.  She noticed when his face exposed his proximity to orgasm and she dismounted and, while still on her knees pushed him to the edge of the bed.

He sat down and watched her as she switched on her cd player, techno was playing and she was dancing to the music as she began to strip.  We watched in lust as she twirled and rolled her hips.  She bunched up her shirt to her tits, exposing a perfect tummy and a sexy navel ring.  She stepped out of her heels and undid her flares.  She pulled her panty straps up, hooking them over her thumbs while shaking her ass.  Garrat had to struggle to resist ripping her clothes off himself.  He sat on his hands while she unzipped, her black panties had a red heart at the crotch.  She bent over showing him her perfect ass and legs as she pulled her flares to the floor.  Garrat had to reach out and stroke her ass.  She playfully slapped his hand away.

After stepping out of her pants she worked on her shirt.  Teasing and toying with Garrat as she pulled the sheer material over her head freeing her round breasts.  Her areola were tiny and dark but her nipples protruded a good inch.  She pushed them up to lick the tips and gave Garrat a wink.  She spread her legs and leaned over with her ass to him.  She grabbed her leg and pulled, her tits hung unnaturally reminding Garrat of her true identity.  He looked between her legs and saw the buldge tucked between them.  

She flipped back up, her hair tossed back and she spun and thrust her breasts against his face.  He opened his mouth and sucked her tits.  She gently pushed him to the bed, laying him down, and then squirmed up his body.  She shook her tits over his face and then used his nose to trace a path down her belly.  When it touched the material of her panties she rolled her hips to massage his face with the silky fabric.  

Garrat let his lips dance over her panties.  His mouth agap, taking in the perfumed musk that eminated from her crotch.  She strattled his face and ground her crotch against it.  He could feel the hard, yet pliable shaft skimming over his chin.  His belly quivered and she reached down and moved her tight panties to the side.  

He felt the flesh of her cock dragging over his lips.  The cock was still tucked backwards.  With a long roll of her hips the soft tip lodged between his moistened lips.  He gasped, tilting his jaw back and allowing her to sink her cock into his mouth when her hips rolled forward. 

The soft underside of her cock slid unhindered along his wet tongue.  She moaned at the sensation when his lips tightened around her shaft.  The head pressed against the roof of his mouth, causing him to gag and swallow.  The pressure gave her sign to pull her eight inch cock up and out of his throat.  She dipped back in a few more times before she pivoted and lowered her mouth onto his cock.

They were locked in a sixty-nine, and Garrat was carefully noting every feeling as he sucked her cock- the rubberiness of her thickening head, the texture of the veiny shaft, the softness of the underside of her cock, the pulsating warmth that seemed to lightly bob the cock along the pivot of the base with her every heartbeat.  He opened his eyes to see her tight asshole obscured in the darkened crack of her ass.  She was completely hairless from this angle, but he could feel her well groomed patch of fur as it tickled his chin.  All this observing allowed him to prolong his cumming.  

She pulled her cock out of his mouth and knealt at the edge of the bed.  It felt funny to Garrat, not having her cock in his mouth.  He could now only focus on her ministrations.  She held his legs back by the knees and tilted his ass up.  She started to lick around his ass.  The saliva was clinging to his hair.  She pressed the tip of her tongue into his tight pucker and wriggled it back and forth.  Then she licked her index finger and pressed it against his ass, sliding it up and down his crack until she lodged it against his sphincter.  She pressed in and, though his ass was clamped up tight, she slid in quickly to the second knuckle.  

Without taking her finger from his ass, she grabbed a bottle of anal-eze and slopped a glob around his anus.  It was cold and made Garrat inhale sharply.  She worked it into him and massaged it into the lining of his rectum.  

He felt slick and slippery down there.  He figured she was about to slip her own tool into him.  Raising on his elbows he said to her, "I've got condoms in my pant pockets."  She smiled and fished one out.  She stood up and unwrapped and then rolled the condom down her shaft as he looked on, his knees up and his ass lubed.

She stood at the edge of the bed, tucked a pillow under his ass, to raise it to a comfortable position.  His ass was glistening in the soft light.  She held her cock at the base and slid the helmet along his lubed crack.  Each time the tip brushed against his sphincter he instinctively rolled his hips to try to get it inside himself.  She'd just pass the tight hole over and graze it over his perineum before teasing him again.  When she looked down to see his eyes on fire with lust she finally rested the tip against the hole and ever so slowly applied pressure.  

Her tip took a while to work in.  Garrat noted the double flesh caused by the condom as she was forced to shift her cock from side to side before the head popped through the tight ring.  Garrat felt filled and she only had an inch of her eight inside him.  

Garrat helped her the rest of the way, by rolling his hips as she pressed herself into him.  When her tip grazed against the flesh covering his prostate, it felt awkwardly pleasing and seemed to make the sensations in his loins a little more lucid.  She pulled back, emptying his bowels, making an unwelcomed vacuum in his rectum.  He became satisfied only when she thrust back into him.

There was pain involved, but the pleasure he felt from the experience made every thrust worth it.  He gave up analyzing the experience and fell into the rhythms of lust.  He clamped down his asshole with each outstroke and moaned each time she sank her inches back into him.  

He looked up at her and saw her chewing her bottom lip.  There were beads of perspiration forming at the base of her neck.  Her entire body seemed to glisten and shimmer.  There was a fire in her eyes and she pumped her tool into Garrat, her abs clenching and her hair dancing behind her.  Her thrusts became eratic and Garrat felt her sink completely into him, her cock thickening and hardening more and more.  She squinted, her mouth gaping, a deeper gutteral groaning escaping from her pouting red lips.  Garrat felt her twitching and her pounding became so powerful it stretched his ass to the point of pain.  But he could care less.  He brought her to orgasm, something he never experienced with his wife, and there was a great satisfaction derrived from it.

Cherry collapsed on top of Garrat, her cock softening slipped out of his tight ass, her tits pressed into his stomach, her hair sprawled over his chest, his cock pulsating against her flattened stomach.  She raised her head up, he was looking down to see her glowing smile behind her curtain of hair.  She flung her hair back and stood to take the condom off and toss it to the trash.  

She went to his pants and pulled out another rubber.  She danced to the tribal techno beat as she walked over to him.  Her cock swaying to the rhythm as she ripped open the package.  She rolled the condom over his shaft and motioned him to scoot up.  He did and she crawled up.  Scooping some lube from his ass, she wiped it over her own.  Then holding the tip of his cock lowered her ass onto his pole.  

She descended quickly, biting her lip and slowly bouncing her hips with the rare resistence she felt.  Her cock hung down and its oozing tip painted smears of cum on his lower abdomen when she bottomed out on his shaft.  The cum clung and broke when she rose.

Garrat rubbed her legs and ass while she bounced on his tool.  Her cock was slapping down with each bounce.  She used a hand to keep it under control, the other was placed behind her to keep her body steady with her bouncing.  Her ass was pounding away while her ring clamped around his shaft each time his cock head came close to her opening.  

Moving her hand aside Garrat cupped her bouncing balls and held onto her shaft as she rose and fell.  He cock was increasingly getting harder and he was getting closer to orgasm.  The kernel of pleasure was encompassing the warmth in his ass, the stickiness of his balls and the firmness of his cock.  His engorged head seemed ready to explode.  Wanting to prolong the pleasure Garrat focused on his breathing with his eyes closed.  

Suddenly Cherry let out a high pitched sigh.  Garrat looked up to see her tongue pressed flat against her upper lip and an expression of simultaneous pain and pleasure.  He lost the focus.  His balls bubbled over and erupted, expanding his shaft as the ropes gushed into the tip of the condom.  Her ass still pounding down, squeezed the excess to the base, draining it between his balls.  

She ground to a stop and Garrat regained his coherence.  He grabbed her cock and stroked it.  He rolled her over and brought the shaft back into his mouth.  His relief from cumming somehow made deep throating a little easier.  He bobbed until he could take almost her entire cock into his throat.  She was groaning and tapped his shoulder.  He looked up at her and winked.  She then thrust her head back and brought a pillow over her face.  Her muffled cries were matched by Garrats exaggerated swallowing.  She dumped rope after rope of cum into his hungry mouth.  

Hip lips strained and his mouth quickly filling with jizz, he brought only her mushroomed head into his mouth, then milked her shaft for the last few morsels.  The flavor was odd, salty, alkaline, a bit bleachy.  Garrat had his experience.  He still had her cum in his mouth when she came down to kiss him thank you.  She slipped her tongue in his mouth and scooped up whatever cum that spilled out.  They lay there for a while to catch their breath.

They dressed and went back to the bar.  He kind of interviewed her to find out her background.  Her story seemed oddly familiar to Garrat.  The conversation lasted for another hour until the gay host called her for another line up.  Cherry kissed Garrat good-bye and told him to visit again.  He promised he would.

He drove back to Las Vegas and arrived there by dusk.  The entire ride seemed like deja vu, but he couldn't place it.  He walked into his cheap hotel, his ass was sore, but his curiosity was piqued.  He turned on his laptop and started to scour his files.  He knew there was something too similar about this experience.  He opened up a file titled, Ouroborus.  He read the first line - "A great many forces held Garrat Russell in check...."

The Never End