Best Gay Erotica 2015 by Rob Rosen Page B

His question reassured any doubts about my “performance” as it hardened me further. I could feel myself swell.
    â€œYou’re going to spill soon, aren’t you, my lad?”
    My lips parted, but I could not speak. The room spun and my head swam with images of wands that sprouted into bouquets and doves flying out of handkerchiefs. He bent and filled my gaping mouth with his thrusting tongue, and my every muscle locked in response. Before I could address the fear of making a mess all over his chest as it pressed against mine, I was peaking, pulsing out a spray of desperate devotion and joy at the end of innocence.
    I labored to catch my breath as I shook with the after-pleasure of release. I felt my benefactor rise, making amused sounds of mock dismay. I heard him walk across the room, though I could not yet find strength to speak. As I lifted my heavy lids, I saw him as in a dream, undressing quickly as he hastened to his dressing table, where he pulled open drawer after drawer in search of something. I could not imagine what or why, for the world had become only the glorious beating of my soaring heart as my mind drifted and my body lay limp. Suddenly, Mayer the Magnificent once again stood before
    me, entirely naked but for his ample, thickly swirling body hair, a blend of black and gray and snowy white. His thick erection stood proudly from within its curling nest. He handed me an unlabeled, half-full bottle of some viscous liquid. I stared at it uncomprehendingly as he made his way to my feet and quickly removed my shoes and socks, tossing them away as he whistled some exotic tune. Next came my trousers. Finally, he gaily took the bottle from my hand as he told me to take off my unbuttoned shirt and come to my hands and knees on the divan. I obeyed in a haze, unable to do or even consider anything other than submission to the magician who had already fulfilled my wildest dreams. Still, when he took a lubricated finger and began to insert it within me, I gasped and flushed hotly, realizing in that instant that my innocence had hardly yet begun to be breached.
    â€œRelax,” he intoned as he pressed down on the small of my back so my ass jutted out, fully exposed to his whims.
    Though I might have resisted his intrusion, I allowed myself to be calmed, to accept Mayer’s power as I held myself up on shaky but determined arms. I closed my eyes and envisioned myself onstage, the eager volunteer, honored to be chosen. I arched into first one slick finger and then two, hypnotized by the slow, sure rhythm of the master.
    I could feel his smile as he murmured, “Good, good,” and increased the pace of his thrusts.
    The world spun. My lips parted and a sigh escaped.
    â€œYou are under my spell,” he encouraged as he stretched me wider, twisting in a third, slippery digit that seemed to reach my very soul.
    I felt the slack softness between my legs suddenly swell into an aching stiffness, even as I feared I might swoon. I was lost to myself, tossed into the Cabinet of Mystery without hope or desire of return. “I’m yours,” I heard myself whisper.
    I listened to Mayer’s low chuckle before the fingers were suddenly withdrawn. Blood pounded in my ears as I tried to find my bearings, but all was dark behind my lids and I could not open them. Mayer’s hand grasped my hip firmly as I felt him join me on the divan, nudging me forward as his bristly thighs parted mine more wildly. A moist, blunt knob nudged at the hole so recently plundered by his fingers. I held my breath and gritted my teeth. I had been wrong: I was not within the Cabinet; I was the Cabinet.
    â€œBreathe.” The command was stern and clear.
    I inhaled, raggedly. The knob began to force its way in. I whined in fear.
    â€œRelax, boy!”
    I knew I was displeasing the aged magician, but it hurt. I was on fire, burning with pain and the need to obey. The knob stopped its pressure, though it did not