Assemblage 1

ASSEMBLAGE ONE

Christopher Skolik

(Commercial gay porn and H.P.Lovecraft fusion)

I undid his flies and pulled down his trousers, from the abdomen a score of long green tentacles with red sucking mouths protruded limply.

His arse was so tight I came very quickly, coating his arse with my cum which dribbled down his cheeks and landed on the bed covers, leaving shapeless entities composed of viscose jelly which looked like an agglutination of bubbles.

His back arched, he groaned, the awful squid-head with feelers turned toward me.

He took hold of his pulsating penis-it lumbered slobberingly into sight, and gropingly squeezed its gelatinous green immensity through-I could feel his cock inside, spreading my arse wide.

A bursting as of an exploding bladder, a slushy nastiness as of a cloven sunfish, a stench as of a thousand open graves, and a venomous seething.

This pushed me over the edge, and lots of my semen spurted out of my penis and over the bed sheets where the pursuing jelly rose above the unclean froth.

We collapsed, spent. Not merely dissolution, but rather a transformation or recapitulation.

Our stale sex hanging in the air, its scattered plasticity nebulously recombining

C SKOLIK

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