Instead of changing the circumstances around the same old sucking and fucking, what if we changed sex itself. What if sex didn't involve penetration? One phallus per person? Orgasms? Ejaculation? Or what if the physical body wasn't humanoid? Solid? Only one conscious entity? What about the products of sexuality, just because two human males can't create offspring, doesn't mean that in fantasy world, every spooge means three new lives. Or maybe it takes a life. How could altering these supposedly constant physical features help queer men better understand marriage? The right to choose? Healthy polyamorous relationships? Raising children? What elements of our culture can we understand better by looking at how sex might be different?
This is a bad example, since a point runs secondary to my intense fascination with skin and its possibilities. But I hope you learn something out of it. I would love feedback at lookingforastronauts@gay.com (with the word "nifty" in the subject line).
This story contains homosexual behavior that does not reflect reality. Any chance that it does reflect real events is completely coincidental (but if it does, let me know cause I'd like to be a part of it!). If it's not legal for you to be reading this (because you are too young, or disapprove of same-sex sexuality), turn around now. The actual story is copyrighted, although the premise is fair game, and if you would like to write a follow up or similar piece, I only ask that you let me read it.
Henry's skin had turned a dark shade of red, a sharp contrast to my deep orange shade of excitement. Always considerate, he reached down to reattach his arm to his hand that was entangled with my dick. I could feel it come to life once blood started pumping through it.
Both our bodies lightened because of the distraction around my dick, but as his hand moved away from my crotch and slid across my chest my pores opened, leaving a dark red trail. My muscles contracted under his cold hand, firming up, and he backtracked to slalom through the reddish six-pack on my chest. Wherever his finger traced, my skin grew a darker red. My breathing grew less sharp as my body opened up to accept oxygen through my skin.
Dark circles around my abs accentuated their shape, and now my nipples were the focus of Henry's hands. Slowly, his soft fingers worked a figure eight around both my nipples, leaving them bright orange while my pecs turned darker and darker red as his fingers continued. My skin was slowly bursting open, sending little pinpricks of pleasure every time a new area was opened up by Henry's touch.
Finally he made his way towards my mouth, slowly stepping with his fingers from my soul patch up my neck, my chin, and finally my lips. I could feel the dots his fingers left on their way, letting more oxygen into my body and pulsing through my blood, overpowering my brain. My cells were coming alive, sensing everything, the smells of sweat, the cold air coming from the window, the conversation above us about an Algebra professor, and the exact location of Henry's fingers.
My lips opened slightly, not to allow oxygen, but a finger at first. When he had stuck his ring finger in as far as possible, he snapped it off with a crack that resonated in my overexcited ears. It teased the back of my throat briefly, before it was shoved down my throat by Henry's middle finger, pressuring it down and finally blocking the air passage to my nose. Instantly, every pore in my body opened and my body flashed to a dark red. A wave of pleasure crackled through my body, followed by a rush of oxygen that heightened my vision this time. I became aware of things I could hardly see- the texture of Henry's white eyes, the slightly open pores, now orange, around his face, and his relaxed throat, which was waiting to be filled.
The pop of his middle finger as he snapped it off resonated in my ears long enough to distract me from his sudden move down to my crotch. My mind cleared as his mouth slid around my cock, with three fingers around the base, carefully licking the head while slowly taking my nine inch dick deeper and deeper into his throat. I felt it go past his tonsils and instantly, he turned dark red as his throat was clogged and forced to find oxygen another way. Each pore dilated instantaneously, and I could see usually unexposed skin turn red from exposure to the air.
Henry's lips met his fingers as my cock opened up his tight throat. Pausing momentarily to savor the moment, his eyes glanced up at my darkening body, now a deep maroon. Our eyes met and we shared a connection for the first time since we had met two hours ago. It was clear he loved my body, and this would be happening again, which was fine by me.
With a slight pinch, I felt him snap my dick off and pull away. As he sat upright, the end of my dick still sticking out of his mouth, I realized for the first time how hot his body was, especially as it began changing from maroon to black. He was no body builder, but he took care of himself, or had good enough genes to give him a thin body, small nipples and enough definition to keep anyone from calling him a stick.
My dick disappeared behind his lips, and he closed his eyes as he concentrated on taking it as deep as possible. The redness was almost gone from his skin and I could tell he was about to release. He opened his eyes and gave me a look I understood- he needed help to get it further.
I reached up and stuck my finger on his lips, which he opened just enough to allow my finger in to the first knuckle. After trying unsuccessfully to push it deeper with one finger, I maneuvered my middle finger between his lips to add more pressure. With a solid shove, I managed to move my cock about one inch further into his tight throat. He closed his eyes again, and I could tell he was close to releasing. So was I.
Giving what I knew would be the final push, I shoved my dick another inch into his throat before quickly pulling my fingers out and allowing my arm to fall by my side, out of harms way. Henry's skin flashed to the black that brings release, and as he fell down onto me, his mouth meeting mine, I could see the white semen start to eek out of his pores.
The moan started deep in his body, and he shook as he released it, along with his semen, which poured out of his body and all over mine, hitting my exposed skin. At the same time he coughed to remove the impediment in his throat, causing my cock to come quickly out of his mouth and into mine, pushing his finger almost to my lungs and completely blocking my breathing.
I couldn't take it any longer, and Henry noticed in time to pull his mouth off my cock and slide off my body. My brain went dead as my pores filled up with semen that blocked all oxygen absorption. The only sense left was touch, and I could feel the explosion of millions of pores across my body as they pushed my genetic material outwards. All at once I felt a warmth come over my body as my skin turned from black to white, reabsorbing the byproducts of semen that now trickled off into a puddle around my body, failing to find the horned partner it was made for. A cough had propelled Henry's fingers and my own cock out of my throat. I could feel something lying on my leg, but I had lost track of the other two parts.
I opened my eyes and sat up, looking around for Henry, who was behind me, collecting one of his fingers and my cock, which I had coughed across the room. Henry had returned to his usual light, forest green that matched his white eyes. While I usually preferred to be red (to reflect my intense desire for frequent release), I decided to be stay white for awhile longer. Without exchanging words, he stood up and our eyes met for the second time, this time less deeply, but more intensely. Without breaking our connection, he passed me my cock, and reattached his middle finger to his hand. We sat there for a minute, intensely exploring each other; my purple eyes must be strange to him.
Finally, he broke the stare by glancing at his finger that lay on my leg. I reached down to grab his finger first, and then reattached my dick onto my crotch. Soundlessly, they reconnected and the sensation came back with a flood of intense pleasure as the pores, abandoned half-way open earlier, widened to release the semen they had built up.
Henry sat down next to me on the bed, and held out his finger-less hand out for me to reattach his finger onto. The redness deepened to black the instant I connected it, and it flashed to green as barely any semen escaped.
His voice snapped my mind back into the reality of the situation. It was the first time he had spoken to me, since we met online and started exploring each other the moment he knocked on my door.
"We should do this again sometime."