Sunday, March 3, 2013

Ancient Desire: An Ice Age Story of Lust SeXStoRY

Let's call him "Otzi", for the region of the northern Italian Alps where he was found dead on a lonely field of high altitde ice, and cold, unloving, rocks. There, on a Spring day some 5,330 years ago, he had been murdered. Shot in the back with an arrow and left for dead. This, and other details are now known about the long-dead Ice Man, as some have called him. However, "Otzi" was a human being just as we are today, with the same hungers, fears, and yes, lusts, as anyone alive today! It is to this that I now turn my attention. * * * * In his early to mid-forties, Otzi had likely fathered a number of c***dren. However, by the time he was forty-five, his days of breeding females were likely either at an end, or close to it, and yet, as we know today, a man's sexual functions extend much longer than a females; and with that comes conflict. I have no problem seeing Otzi eyeing younger females of his band with longing. The female (or females) had had bred with were mainly his age, and were now busy with the demands of rearing the off-spring of his loins. I can see him looking at the women he had known in that way, and seeing the c***dren he had participated in creating with a certain satisfaction, even pride! However, as with all human males, Otzi still retained the strong desire to couple with other women. However,it was the younger males in Otzi's group that were breeding with the females, and he was aware that those days had largely passed for him. He didn't exactly resent these young studs, but he missed the days of those mysterious moments of passion, as he felt the woman's soft moistness surrounding his cock as they both moved frantically together! However, those days were now gone. There was doubt of that. I find myself picturing Otzi with his bow, and quiver full of arrows, wandering off from the encampment in search of a private place to take solice in. In my imagination, see a secluded location, a small clearing, perhaps, in the midst of a mixed forest of pine and deciduous trees, perhaps a mile from where the others were, and, once there, he lays his weapons against a large boulder. He stands for a while in intent silence, listening and looking around himself for the signs of danger. Once he is convinced that the location is safe, he noticibly relaxes. Otzi reaches down to the hem of his leather skirt and raises it up to reveal a truely massive cock, already well on it's way towards an erection; and he uses the other hand to lightly stroke it. He let's out a low grunt of pleasure as he does. In no time at all, Otzi's cock is jutting out stiffly from his body. He stares down at it in an almost loving, gentle sort of way. For Otzi, and probably for all his kind, the act of getting an erection was an incredible miracle! He had never tired of getting one. The women in his active past had been eager to have that thing inside them. He had been quite popular at one time; but now, he had been superceeded by younger, and more desirable, males. He had done so himself when he had been their age; and now, at last, it had happened to him. As Otzi stood there in the warm Spring sunlight, he let his hand have control; and he continued to stare down at the large, bulky protruberance, boldly declaring his un-appeaseable lust. The pleasure his hand was giving him was one his most treasured delights. He knew that if he did this for very long, that he would expell a warm, milky-looking juice. He had no idea what the stuff was, of course. He suspected that it had something to do with the appearance of c***dren. He had seen the same sort of substance from a****ls! He had watched the deer he hunted during the Autumn, mounting their females like he, himself, had done with females of his group. Seeing this had always left Otzi feeling strangely excited. Now he was left to his own devices for finding pleasure like that. In fact, he had left the encampment and gone to this quiet spot for just that purpose! The sunlight was now getting warm on his exposed flesh. It felt good, and he let out another long, drawn-out grunt of pleasure. He continued to watch his callosed hand stroking his massive cock. He was reminded of a time when he had been quite a bit younger, and another boy and he has snuck off to a secret place and touched one another's cocks! Thinking back to that made him smile. He had liked the feel of that other boy's hard cock in his hand, as much as he had liked having his cock handled by him! The older men in the group frowned upon such behaviors, but that had made it all the more exciting! In fact, he knew that some of the elders in their group also went off together and did the exact same thing! It had always been mainly older men, men no longer engaged in the mysterious, but exhilerating task of breeding the females. Now he, too, was in the same circumstance as they had been! Otzi looked up from his private reveries for a brief glance around him. The dell he was in was still quiet, and still free from prying eyes. Then he resumed stroking his cock, which had remained fully erect, inspite of the brief stop. It was a beautiful looking specimen. He had every right to feel proud of it's powerful, and quintessentially manly shape. As his hand stroked the thick shaft, the foreskin slid back, revealing the smooth, mushroom-shaped head. He liked it's look. "Uuuuuuuugghh," he uttered. That moment when his juices would shoot out was almost upon him. He recognizwd the signs. The pleasure of that always invigorated him. It almost made him feel young again! The pleasure was hard to not want. Wherever it came from, he could never resist it. It held an unmistakable powere over him. It always demanded his attention. The pleasure of it never grew stale. There was always more where it originated from. It seemed inexhaustable! The same went for the milky fluid that followed! Then the Moment arrived! He stood with eyes fixed on his protruding cockhead, and his hand began furiously stroking back and forth, back and forth, until suddenly, he felt the pleasure increase to an incredible intensity, and with that he watched that milky-white juice spurt out the end of his cockhead with surprisingly powerful jets! One. Two. Three. Four. In all, ten huge blasts! He had directed it to land against the sunlight side of the tall boulder he had been standing beside. Huge, thick, ropey globs clung to the smooth, grey rock and lichens. He stood looking at it for a long moment. It fascinated him! He then knelt down and put his nose up close to it, and sniffed. It had a suble smell, but it wasn't an unpleasant one! He had never done it before, but something in him made him curious about what it might taste like, and so, after quickly glancing around once more, he ran his tounge over the smooth surface. The taste of his juice wasn't a revolting one, and he sampled some more of it. He stood up and looked around again. There was still no one else around. He looked down to his now sagging cock. He grunted with satisfaction. He fondled it admiringly. He looked back to where the rest of his seed still clung to the surface of the boulder. It glimmered dully in the growing heat of the sun. A fly landed near some of it,tasting it's moisture. Otzi waved his hand over it, and made the fly leave. It being there had bothered him. Then he caught the smell of wood smoke. It was coming from the direction where the others were. Someone was building a fire. The thought of food suddenly stirred him. Now that the strange thoughts and desires he had felt earlier had been appeased in him (at least for the present!), he headed back to the group. He still missed the frenzied ritual of breeding, and yet, he at least had this other thing to help assuage the sense of loss!

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