Sex

Friday, Jun 30, 2000 12:04 PDT

31 Ejaculations: No. 22

It's so much like coming, you don't have to come anymore.

By Eric Bogosian

There's a pinchy feeling just as the needle notches the skin. Then it slides into home and you don't feel it at all -- it's just there. Only thing is, you've got to be sure you stop before you push it out the other side of the vein. That razor-sharp, tiny stainless-steel penis is going to fuck my blood. And what happens to me, like just at the moment the point touches my skin, is my dick starts to get hard under my jeans. It's like my body is expecting something so good, it's erotic.

I suck a little red flower back into the milky barrel of the works so I know I'm in the right place, and then I slip the tie off my arm and push the plunger and, wow, I'm coming, you know? Not really. I don't come in my pants, I come in my mind. All over. It's so strong, I almost think I'm going to throw up, like when you go over the top on the Ferris wheel. I can taste the dead poppies in my mouth. Behind my knees and in my stomach for sure.

After the first rush, I boot it. Pull that blood back up into my works, and then back out into my vein again. Back and forth. Don't know why it feels so good, but it's just like I just came and I still have a bit of a woody and I'm sliding on the love juice. Boot back and forth until I start to nod. Sometimes I nod with a syringe full of blood. It's so much like coming, you don't have to come anymore.

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