A Gay Sex God Meddles with Your Life

Your name is Alistair Marin, and you are a slut.

What a weird intrusive though. Yet, the thought has caused your cock to twitch in your pants. You step off of the busy city sidewalk you were walking down and duck into an alleyway. Maybe if you just readjust you can continue with your day. Double checking to make sure no one is around, you reach into your jeans and begin moving you dick to a more comfortable position.

"Mr. Marin."

You freeze. Both startled by the voice and embarrassed that you just got caught with your hand down your pants.

"Do not be alarmed. I am Inanis."

Knowing that does nothing to put you at ease when you realize there is no one else in the alley with you.

"We are currently sharing both your physical form and your inner thoughts now that I have awakened from my slumber. So I can sense your unease. Having just awoken, I desire you assistance. "

Your mind begins to race as Inanis's thoughts begin to melt into yours. It feels as though you have just gotten a very intense brain freeze. Your body tingles as if every part of it has fallen asleep but your mind. With Inanis's thoughts becoming a part of yours, you now know what he desires. He wishes to return to your would with his own physical form. He yearns for the feeling of physical affection once more. Though the method to how you can help has not made itself clear to you.

"Sexual acts. Specifically acts involving one or more males. "

It would seem you can feel what Inanis desires, but only Inanis can know what both of you are thinking.

"I need you too whore yourself out in order for my power to be completely restored and allow my physical form to enter this plain. You may engage in solo acts to assist in restoring my power, but they must be daring and at least a tad wild. Though reaching a climax with another man will do more to restore my power. And sleeping with any females will negate my powers, so we will have to avoid that. "