Of rising above

That night, you lay in bed with Ben’s penis safely ensconced between your thighs. It was nice to feel that pillar of warmth just resting along your perineum and bumping against your hairless ball sack. For once not fully engorged and buried inside of you, but contentedly half-mast and reminding you who you belonged to. His hand gently rested around your throat, not squeezing and **** as you sometimes enjoyed, but simply holding the offer as there. Of course he had fucked you earlier, excited by your stories of giving out handjobs under bus shelters and navigating the complexities of having been caught balls deep in a friend’s parent.

You really were lucky, to have a partner who found all such situations nothing less than hilarious and arousing. Not that you thought you’d ever have ended up on such adventures without his encouragement and support. Somewhere out there, in the night, you figured there was a version of you that hadn’t found his Ben. One that had to hide away all those dirty, little thoughts and dreams and keep trying to pretend he was ‘normal’. Maybe you would still be with Roxanne, trapped in a loveless relationship built on small comforts and the fear that no-one else would have you. Even when this new life of yours seemed to be pushing beyond your limits: taking you to depths of humiliation and debauchery and degradation that you had never even dreamed of… You were so happy to just have the chance to explore those frontiers. To not be stuck fantasising alone in the quiet hours of the night about what could have been if you’d just had the courage to crawl out and beg for it.

Meeting the vicar had brought back memories of your own childhood, and considerably less open-minded religious community. Not abusive as such… just with a very defined view of what was right and how everyone should want to behave. You had learned early on not to dabble across lines… not to grow your hair long or play with the wrong toys. Even taught yourself to just subconsciously reject any thoughts and heartbeats that might not ‘fit’ in that world. Then wondered why, when alone in the house, you had the sudden urge to sneak into your sister's bedroom and try on every outfit you could.

You hadn’t specifically broke off from your family, just… drifted away. Moved to the city for Uni and simply returned less and less of their calls. You still wondered whether the fact that they also stopped trying to reach out was a sign of them respecting your independence… or suspecting they wouldn't like what they found. Ben still sometimes suggested you should just hash it all out with them, bless him. But you just wouldn't even know where to begin.

In your semi-conscious state you started to see now what you had replaced ‘God’ with, in your soul. A great, fleshy pillar emerged from furred ground and towered over you. Cast in its shadow, you couldn't help but be awe-stricken. Measuring each branching vein in admiration all the way up to its magnificent, purple head. It was immense, terrifying, grotesque and honestly… just a little ridiculous-looking. Yet you felt more at home in its presence than you ever had in that cozy, little house in that nosey, little village. All it asked was that you bow down and worship it; or clamber up and sit proudly astride it.

Now fully immersed in the dream, you stepped forward to embrace it. Wrapping your arms around its girth like an enormous tree trunk, ancient and gnarled. It recognised your touch. Welcomed your devotion. When you stuck out your tongue and lathered it just a tiny fraction of its skin, it rose and swelled with immediate appreciation. Somehow lifting you up into the heavens to look out across a clear sky, free of the clouds and turmoil below.

You could roll your tiny, naked form against it. Use every inch of your being to offer friction and joy to its bulbous sensitivities. Soon you were coated in slimy, viscous pre-cum, but you didn’t mind; if a job was worth doing it was worth getting messy for. With your now lubricated body you could even seek out that hole where both cream and gold were delivered, dipping yourself inside to fully immerse with the beast and its pleasure. You stretched your arms out wide to continue rubbing as much of the helmet as you could, while also wriggling your ass and hips for all they were worth. Slowly you felt the pressure and excitement building below and around you. Warm flesh embracing and clenching you as the whole mountain swelled higher and higher. For a moment you were trapped almost unable to breathe, caught in the tension of something immense and powerful beyond any scope of your control. All you could do was hold on and let the thing squeeze you into whatever shape it desired.

Then finally you felt a release churning up beneath your feet. Felt a torrent well up and blast you upwards with it. Launched in a fountain of hot, thick cream that enveloped your form and clung to every curve and limb.

With a start, you woke up back in the bed you shared with Ben. Your lover had reached around and been idly jerking you off while you slumbered. With a gasp, you felt another few spurts leave you to congeal upon the bedsheets... More laundry tomorrow, you supposed. You sighed and snuggled back further into his embrace, content to let him milk the last few drops from your deflating penis. It was good to feel warm and safe and just a little bit sticky, in this home you had found together.