Desert Markets

Long days drive across Arizona to California bound for LA. Hazy and hot summer afternoon, mirraiges shimmer in the yellow and blue distance. Sporadic roadside tourist attractions, trading posts, shops selling various kinds of desert-related junk, arts crafts, lonely run-down markets interspersed about every 40 miles or so.

Tim stops at this one flea market for a cold Coke and comes across an old Mexican man selling strange looking brightly-colored jelly tubes. He touches one and and feels an amazing rippling sensation like sonar or steel springs bouncing back and forth throughout.

"You put them on your cock!" the gravely-voiced man says; his haunted wide eyes full of sincerity; not the slightest bit of humor in him. "Most amazing thing you ever feel in your life!" Tim was not normally the kind of guy to buy sexual devices from flea markets but the old man's enthusiasm was convincing. They were $20 each. He had the spare cash and there was no one else around. Tim figured he would never see this man again so why not? He pulled out the twenty.

"You'll like it, I promise!" the man told him and placed one in a brown paper bag.

That night in his motel room with nothing to do and nothing on television Tim thought about the cock sleeve and decided to try it out. He pulled it out of its brown paper bag and was again amazed by that sensation of energy bouncing inside it. He went into the bathroom to get the little complimentary bottle of hair conditioner for lubrication, pulled off his clothes and climbed into bed.

Squirting a dab of the conditioner onto his erect and now eager cock he slowly slid the sleeve over it. The thing seemed to move on its own, wriggling strangely, and then began sliding up and down his cock on its own.

"What the fuck?! This thing is alive!" Tim screamed as a creature (not totally unlike the egg-laying succubus from the movie Alien), slid wrigglingly up and down his cock of its own volition making the strangest and most erotic noise he'd ever heard...a kind of distant nasal whimpering and begging that seemed to come from another dimension. The creature sounded both alive and mechanical at once like some chattering Japanese robot with vibrating whines and hums that sent shivers through his entire body. It begged for more. Tim tried as hard as he could to pull the thing off but it wouldn't budge and the harder he tried the more the pleasure it gave him making it impossible to remove. He gasped, rolled over on his stomach and to begin humping the creature desperately. It responded with a power approaching an industrial washing machine.

"OH GOD!" Tim screamed, not caring who heard him.
When he came it was as if all the stress he had ever had in his life passed through his balls and into this hungry sleeve which swallowed and sucked down every drop, returning a pure blissful feeling of nirvana energy back to him through his testicles. He wound up collapsed in a heap, ass in the air, his head burried in his pillow, shivering slightly completely purged of any energy.
A few minutes later the sleeve started up again, slowly just enough to get him aroused. It coaxing him back to life until he was every bit as horny as before. This went on all night until he had achieved nine more orgasms, each one more pleasurable and draining than the last. By morning Tim felt nothing but an intense love for the thing. When he could cum no more it remained on his dick, purring gently, sending him warm nurturing energy.

Tim had the sleeve for a month. It would leave him alone just long enough to eat food each day; even removing his waste (which was another story in and of itself). Nothing else mattered to him and he was happy.

Then one morning he woke up with a start to the realization that he was alone. He looked down at his cock and saw that the sleeve was gone. Terrified, he searched the motel room all day but it had completely vanished.

Somehow Tim knew deep in his heart that the creature had left him for his own good to avoid killing him with pleasure and amazingly he felt no desire to go buy another one. In time he was able to return and pick up the pieces of his life in LA.