there's light at the edge of the darkness
Loren didn’t know if the infinite versions of him all came at the same time, but that was definitely what it felt like. An orgasm wracked through him, all of him, every single one of him that he could feel, and they all screamed, moaned, groaned in pleasure, some muffled from the dicks in their mouths. His body, or bodies spasmed, every muscle tightening as his balls did, before he finally climaxed. His dick twitched, ropes of semen splashing onto this chests, his legs, his faces, or into that expanse of milky white, somehow managing to stand out against the similar liquid. They were lost in the waves of pleasure that washed over him, seemingly endless and impossibly good.
He didn’t know how long he floated in that bliss, forever, a few seconds (surely it was more than a few) as the aftershocks coasted through him, causing him to stretch and writhe a few more times as he came one final time, feeling it land on his own lips. He licked it, savoring the taste of himself, before sighing and letting himself float. For once, all the tension he carried around with him, all the stress, all the dark thoughts and heartbreak and worries were gone, and he just lay there in languid bliss.
He didn’t know how long he floated in that bliss, forever, a few seconds (surely it was more than a few) as the aftershocks coasted through him, causing him to stretch and writhe a few more times as he came one final time, feeling it land on his own lips. He licked it, savoring the taste of himself, before sighing and letting himself float. For once, all the tension he carried around with him, all the stress, all the dark thoughts and heartbreak and worries were gone, and he just lay there in languid bliss.
loren
