Becoming His

This fictional ride into sci-fi territory has elements of self discovery to it. It is a bit of a mind game story...one that may be familiar?

Beau moves his hands across his firm and muscular chest. As his fingers glide around and over firmly engorging nipples, the flesh sends quivers of electricity to his hormone soaked brain cells. The young and fit body of this teenage hunk is in the first throes of a buildup to eventual climax and orgasm, something that Beau does on a regular basis. So this Saturday morning wakeup romp is nothing new to our sex starved young hero. But before this day is done, Beau will have changed in ways he could never imagine. Not even his wildest and furtive imagination could ever match what reality has in store for him.

"Damn straight. My body is a thing of beauty." Beau has a habit of expressing himself verbally, out loud, to no one in particular. He is alone this day in the house he has grown up in. He will be alone for the entire weekend. Just long enough for his transformation to complete. It is a lovely early Springtime morning, and the open window to his room lets in curtain-billowing gusts of fragrant floral scented air, ripe with moist morning dew.

"This body is perfect. This chest is amazing. This bush, this cock, these large full balls...they're yours. Yours for the taking. Take me. Make me yours." Beau wishes to be heard. He hungers for someone to hear his pleas. He needs someone. Something. Anything to sate his desire for connection. Will he regret his calls to the ether? Does he understand what he is asking for? Is he ready to accept the answer he is about to receive?

"Crap!" The wind suddenly bursts into his room with a force that knocks the curtains off their support rod. The light fabric flows in a surreal ballet of slow motion waves as it begins to slowly settle over the prone and heated body now startled into stillness.

"What the fuck? Damn wind!" Beau is about to thrash the curtain off of him, when he realizes there is a problem.

"Uh..." He can not move his arms.

It Begins

Something else occurs to Beau. The scent that wafted into his room moments before is now much stronger, and seems to fill the space between his warm flesh and the cool fabric of the curtain. He takes in a very deep breath.

"Oh, Geez. That smells good!" There is a gurgling in the young belly. His hunger is not for food alone. His pheromones have flashed into over production. His nostrils flare as they suck harder at the fragrant scent. He is giving his essence to the wind; and taking in its offerings in response.

"We will be." The whisper was heard...or was it imagined? Beau tries to stir, yet he is now completely paralyzed and immobile. Fear is nowhere to be felt, however. His mind is calm. He knows. Beau knows that his prayers for connection are being answered.

Part 2 -

The curtain is hovering over him, not clinging to the young body beneath it. The space between is not exactly empty. Oh, no. It is not empty at all.

"Okay. I think I know what is going on. I read about this. But it has only happened to a few. And no one believes them, anyway. My wish for connection is being answered...is that right?" He holds his breath and waits for an answer.

"Your soul has asked. And we are here." The whisper again. Inside his head?

"Who is here?" He waits.

"Your connection." With only masturbation to his credit, the notion of connection is both enticing, and unnerving.

"My What?" He waits.

"Your virginal human form needs to open, to connect, to bond." The whispers resonate deeply within Beau, for he has hungered for these very things.

"We will provide." There is a rush of feather-like tingles cascading over his flesh. Beau is alive with electric pulsations on his skin; and they start to penetrate the layers of his sweat covered body. By the way, throughout this very odd episode, the erection he earlier worked to achieve has not subsided one bit. If anything, it has grown in hardness and length. Unable to feel his pulsating member with his hands, he still senses its aching fullness, a fullness that is straining for release.

"What are you doing to me?" He waits.

"We will become one. We need to connect to survive." Beau knows. He too needs to connect to survive. His feelings of loneliness have pushed him to the brink of despair and suicide more than once before.

"I do, too." It is a statement of hope, of longing, of surrender.

"Then it is done." He waits.

Part 3 -

Some light has been penetrating the thin curtain fabric all along, and Beau has had a good view of his strong and virile body...until now.

"What? What's happening?" His vision has shut down. He begins to 'see' a movie-like scene with his inner 'eyes'. The ether is projecting itself into Beau's brain, fusing with his visual cortex, providing a good 'view' of the unfolding connection.

"We are entering you now." The whisper subsides. He waits.

"ANGHHHH!!!!" The body on the bed jolts upward as if shocked by electric cables. Beau 'sees' undulating waves of curling energy flowing into him like a ribbon of flashing light, as it penetrates every muscle, organ, and cell. Tentacles of energy push into his penis, his rectum, his mouth, his body and brain. He is on fire with a level of desire and urgency he has never known before.

"Let go. Let us go. We need to feel this." Beau hears the whisper. His vision returns, His hands move once again and grasp his raging organ. It has seemingly grown in size to a seven inch pole of thickly throbbing boy meat, no longer the six incher it once was. Beau smiles as his mind floods with pre-ejaculatory chemical goodness.

"Yes. We are with you. Make us feel!" The whispers are now silent. They will not return.

"I have you. We are one. OH. OH. OHHHHHH." A euphoric tsunami engulfs the mind of Beau, as he swells within with his gurgling river of life. The curtain is flung from his overheated flesh. His manhood points proudly to his chest, pulsating with its heartbeat's blood soaked tissues. He loosens his grasp on the throbbing member. He grabs his head in his hands as if to stop the explosion from destroying his mind. It is useless.

"FUCK. OH, my fucking GOD. I CAN'T!!" Yet he can. He is stronger now than he knows. He is one with...the Universe. And his seed belongs to it, as well.

"uhhhhhhh" His mouth is open wide, wide enough for a scream to erupt from him, yet only a whisper escapes. He feels the river within his body begin to flow to its flood stage. With the most intense muscular contractions of his young life, his body gladly erupts his hot seed into the world. The connection within his mind reels with joy and elation at the feeling. Finally feeling the first ropes of human ejaculatory glee!

"AHHH. AHHH. AHHH" Beau can hardly catch a breath. His manly young chest, home to newly sprouted soft and wavy hairs, is heaving like a race horse at the finish line. Yet he is by no means yet finished!

"GOD. OH, GOD!" He holds his head and moans. Rope after strong rope of his semen wafts through the air and lands on his forehead, his cheeks, his lips, his tongue. His chest is awash with cum. Just as he feels the need to pass out, the contractions cease. He is more now than he was before. He feels his new connection in every cell of his body. With great purpose, Beau slowly rises from his bed. He stands on strong legs. Turning to the mirror, he sees anew the beauty that he has become, that he always was. He smiles and runs a hand through his ejaculate soaked chest hair. Putting those fingers to his nose, Beau sniffs his seed. He knows what his role is now. He knows that he must go out and seek his partner. As his mouth savors the seed dripping from his fingers, Beau feels his inner strength double and double again.

"I am a man. I know who I am. I know what I want." He speaks in a whisper to no one there.

"I will find him."

Next - The Search