Sex, Men and the Moon

A John Psycker Semination 

Last night was intense! The Full Moon waxed heavy in the black night sky as if to illuminate the lunacy of any so-called reasoning behind the animatic instinct of my fellow deviants daring to dance to their own beat apart from the herd. 

I live and die, reign and recoil with the ebb and flow of the Moon's intense energy. The eternal Pagan within proclaims a celebration and (often more than not) begins to prowl in search for this night's prey. 

I grin in the shadows, wrapped in darkness and edged in ecstasy by the moans of the whimpering winds whisking gently over my naked flesh. A secret only some are privy to, an internal power and shift sets in to intensify the potency of our fertility and the carnal desire for the very thing we crave more than the urge itself, the single constant behind all action that leads to the one thing that, when all is said and done, is left behind from our misdeeds and causes us to fight till we attain the sum of this one eager request - MORE!

It never ceases to amuse me the impact that we have on one another. We hunt. We meet. We fuck, wild and primal in our touch, fierce in our intentions. And hot as is was, once removed and standing alone to look at yourself in the mirror hoping to reflect something new while still basking in the lingering scent of his alpha indulged musk, wet from the sweet labored from his every pore and even with the taste of his sweet tongue and salty after of his hairy crotch still present on your lips with even a wavering hint of his member's mark on the tip of your tongue; no matter the heat and passion that came and went unscored by any measure - it's simply never enough. 

On to the next raunchy rendezvous, hoping all the while to score a level of ecstacy sure to top the night before and the one before that, but all the while praying that this time you'll be brave enough to really let go and lose yourself in a sickening madness that we all dream possible in spite of battle for control. 

Whether top, bottom, up, down, sidewise or diagonal; whether skilled Submissive or demonic Dom, it makes no difference on the subject of control in my eyes. It's a rare thing I give over either way and thoroughly enjoy taking more of in any scene. 

Some say it's strange, others sympathize with my need to feed on the spotlight and shine center stage in the midst of my own plot of perverted practice I fantasize, create and bring to fruition at full force. 

Even the daring Dom who seeks to settle me will never get to fully know the entirety of my service in any form of submission. And while I've never even slightly warranted a single complaint for my particular brand of services rendered and just the same continue to engage my ego in eminent praise of such acts of intention I still often wonder how things would be different by the simple flip of a coin. 

To fill the part and the practice of another and lose yourself in the role so twisted that you simply cease to exist. At least until the next round anyway. 

I have to wonder what level of satisfaction is deemed acceptable when barely a moment can pass before the buzzards start to circle for a second round of picking scrapes like the very predator some will never admit shines through in just a simple smile and exchange of pleasantries. 

All I know is we're here now. We're men and our chemistry dictates the design of our ever increasing appetites. We're meant to be empowered. We're built to be the rugged, strong and sexually driven successor of the species. We see. We want. We take and we enjoy every single second from the first glance to the final thrust. 

So in my slight sensationalist observation of the human males power in predatory fulfillment of the will, the ego or what other terms it might be tagged and taking into consideration the average gay man's instinct or urge towards collecting such casualties when nature built us to recover so quickly for continuing forward, when does enough become enough?

When does enough become too much? Is there such a thing or are some of us simply more evolved in our sexual nature?

A better question to ponder here would rightfully be:

How far are you willing to go... If you have nothing to lose?

John Psycker

PS84