The Other Side by 976-SMUT I was lying on the bed and my eyes were closed tightly. Through the darkness I could see what looked like flashes of light and swirling colors. The colors and lights were circularly receding from me and the only sound I could detect was a droning, a mumbling that I could not make out. It may have been a voice or a mechanical noise; I wasn't sure. As the colors swirled clockwise, and I felt as though I was rotating counter clockwise. Falling. Drifting away. The pitch of the soft noise was increasing and decreasing with what seemed to be a random rate. I felt very warm and comfortable. I think I was asleep. If not, I was getting there very quickly. It was a dreamlike state. The consciousness that you reach just before falling asleep. You are aware that you are awake, but cannot move, even if you wanted to. Slowly, thoughts would enter my mind and start to take shape, only to be replaced by others before they were fully formed. I could still feel my body drifting in space and time in that twilight of the mind. The space behind the swirling colors was as pitch black as I could ever imagine. The colors were fading into the darkness and I felt as though I was almost in the middle of the rotating mass. I could not move, even though I tried. My arms and legs were as heavy as lead. I didn't want to wake up, if indeed I was asleep. I felt very warm and comfortable. Very warm and comfortable. Very comfortable. I didn't want to move, but I could feel part of me start to move. It was my prick that started to move. I could feel it start to harden. Starting to rise and harden. It felt warm and comfortable as it started to harden. I wasn't touching it at all and it was starting to get really hard. It felt very good as it got hard. Very good and very hard. I could feel it tingling as it hardened. My prick was getting as hard as a rock. As hard as it had ever been. I could feel it getting so hard and thick. I could feel the blood rushing towards the tip of my prick. So hard, and I liked the feeling. I didn't want to move at all because I was feeling so good! Tiny shivers caressed by whole body and I could feel a light tingling all over. It felt so good that I didn't want it to stop. I could see the darkness ahead of me; pitch darkness! My prick was moving slightly back and forth. It felt so warm and so good. I could feel the foreskin move on its own as my prick kept searching for freedom from the skin that bound it to me. My cockhead would slip out of its covering for just a second and then slip back down inside again slowly. In and out it went as darkness encircled me. In and out, up and down it went. I was so relaxed. So calm in my cocoon of darkness and warmth. My prick was getting warmer as the blood flowed to it and it also felt somewhat moist. That was alright with me. The warmth encircled my hard prick and the tingling was getting more intense. I could feel my ballsack getting tighter as my cockhead started pulsating. The feeling of cum was starting to build in my hard balls and I could feel it start to rise in my prick. Each time my cockhead poked out of the foreskin, the cum would rise a little further along its path towards freedom. I felt so good at this point. So tired that I couldn't move. Just my prick was moving and my body was tingling. The wet warmth around my prick continued as I felt ready to explode. Tiny points of light appeared in front of me in the darkness. I was powerless to stop the feeling. My prick was slipping quite freely in and out of my foreskin and with every jerk the cum got closer to the top of its travel. I was powerless to stop it, even if I wanted to. In and out, in and out went my prick. Each time it emerged there was a greater tingling in my balls! I was ready to cum. I didn't want to wake up and have the feeling stop. I couldn't wake up! I was ready to shoot. It was coming, coming coming closer, closer, coming... I was shooting all my hot cum into that warm moist darkness. Gobs of cum that just kept shooting. Shooting into the darkness. The colors started to swirl again and the tiny points of light would appear and disappear just as quickly. I was still shooting my cum; more than I had ever shot before in my life and it felt so good to shoot it as far as I could. My prick was jerking before each shot of warm cum. Not just dripping but shooting with great force! The colors were receding from me and my mind was floating as I imagined a warm mouth on my prick, taking all of that cum into it. Milking my prick dry. Tingling and pulsating as my body floated downward. I could almost make out a silhouette before me for a fleeting moment. I was floating in a deep sleep, in dark space. I didn't want to wake up. Although I was comfortable, I was getting thirsty, very very thirsty. I looked through the darkness but could not see anything to drink. I kept staring and soon imagined a very large glass of liquid with a piece of garden hose sticking out of it. I was able to position my mouth over the hose and started slowly sucking on it. The hose kept slipping from my mouth and because I could not get the strength to lift my arms, the hose would start slipping from my mouth. I would open my mouth and slide my lips over the hose and start sucking as it slowly slipped down my lips. I was very thirsty and kept trying to reach the golden nectar in the glass but could not quite reach it. There was a slightly salty taste as I started but the more I sucked, the smoother and richer the nectar became. It tasted just like honey and I relished the taste. I had never tasted this before but found myself wanting more. I swallowed the nectar until the glass was empty and sucking would bring no more. I felt full and very relaxed, very relaxed and tired. My asshole started twitching in the most enjoyable way. A light warm breeze touched the pink hole. I could almost feel a pressure there as though I had to go to the bathroom. I was starting to feel full and warm there. It was wet and slippery as though something was probing me, probing my asshole. It felt good though. I wouldn't think that it would, but it did. It was a strange feeling. I could feel my muscles there begin to expand and contact slowly and I felt so full. I remembered when I was young and I would get an enema hose put in there. It felt the same way, only larger. The slippery thing went in and out, accelerating as it slid in and out. It was quite moist and warm. I could feel myself tighten my ass muscles around the thick tube to try to catch it and hold it in place as it went further inside me. It belongs there I thought. I like that feeling I told myself. I can do to my body what I want and this is something that I wanted. The warmth flooded my insides as I was able to catch and stop the tube from moving. I felt at home with it there. I wanted it there and it felt right to have it there in my warm ass. As my thoughts clouded, the feeling in my ass subsided and I started floating again. I was sleepy, very very sleeping and did not want to wake up at all. I was at peace. This dreamlike state lasted for a while; how long I'm not sure. I could feel myself wanting to wake up now. The colors and lights were swirling the opposite direction now. I felt really good and rested. My thoughts were cloudy and I was having trouble remembering what had just occurred. The harder I tried to remember, the further these memories receded from my consciousness. How long had I been asleep, if in fact I HAD been asleep? Why couldn't I remember... remember what? What was I trying to remember. My mind was a blank, except that I felt really comfortable and relaxed. My eyelids were not as heavy as they had been a minute ago. I must have been asleep because I found myself waking up on the couch and the television was on. My roomate was in the chair watching tv intently. He turned towards me and said "You must have fallen asleep. You were mumbling. Were you dreaming?" As much as I tried, I could not remember dreaming at all. I must have just dozed off. Hmmm just another day of laying around with nothing to do. But I felt really good!