Losing Self Control

By Alexander Stone

Step into the intimate world of two gay men with "Losing Self Control", the sizzling erotica novel that will leave you breathless. Join the a Man and his Priest on their journey of forbidden love and passion, as they explore the depth of their feelings for each other. The steamy encounters between these men will ignite your desires and leave you yearning for more.

 

"Losing Self Control" takes you on a journey filled with steamy kisses, lust-filled touches, and intense passion. With vivid detail and seductive prose, this novel is the perfect escape for fans of gay romance and erotica. Get ready to be swept away by the intoxicating love between these men and the heat of their steamy encounter. 

 

So, whether you're looking for a sultry read to ignite the passion in your life, or just want to experience the thrill of forbidden love, "Losing Self Control" is the book for you. Get your copy now and enjoy the ride!"

• Language: English
• Publisher: CDH Publishing House
• Release date: Feb 8, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215990995

Alexander Stone

Alexander Stone is a talented and accomplished author, who has always been driven by a desire to tell captivating and authentic stories. His passion for writing took him to the world of erotic gay fiction, where he has found a platform to express the complexities of human sexuality. Raised in a progressive city, he was exposed to the diverse experiences of the LGBTQ community from an early age and has used this experience to create compelling and thought-provoking stories. Alexander's writing style is characterized by its raw honesty, attention to detail, and unapologetic portrayal of gay relationships. Through his work, he hopes to challenge traditional views on sexuality and encourage people to embrace their true desires and to live life with passion and purpose.

Book preview

Chapter 1

F or once in my life , I think it'd be nice, just to lose control just once. That line summed up the feelings I felt towards the end of my teen years, still a virgin and trapped in a town where I could not be myself because of the circumstances that haunted my mind. Left unable to openly seek out the pleasure, so many write about online to help others get off in their own sexual pleasure, and in which my body screamed out for constantly to try to relax the raging hormones trapped in my body going Unused.

It had been the same throughout my childhood and teens years, stuck in a large family and known to be the quite, meek, chubby child that would hide in a corner with his nose stuck in a video game rather than make contact with another human being. I hated confrontation of any kind and my brothers only helped that notion usually leaving me hiding close to my father as he ordered them to leave me alone. The one thing I longed for more than anything as I wanted nothing more than a room of my own and to be able to masturbate without the fear of being caught and made fun of by my brothers despite the fact they did the same, and we all knew it!

Still nothing can stay the same forever and in the end, I got my wish of peace and solitude, being the youngest finally paid off as I watched them all one-by-one leave the nest and move away to college and their new lives now only visiting on holidays. Giving me the room I had longed after and the peace to do all the things my body sought after and fueled my mind to give me directions on how to manipulate my body in order to give myself a more lasting orgasm. There was just one problem...I hated the silence! I spent so many years waiting for them all to disappear that when they finally did I longed for someone to be around me to stop me from over thinking the fantasies in my mind and that spilt over to my sex life.

I knew I was gay from my fantasies alone it was not that difficult to figure out; I mean how many dreams can you have of your male teachers fucking you for extra credit before any denial crumbles to reality? Though my family, known to be very religious, my mother, brothers and her side of the family more than my father whom seemed bewilder by the thing most of the time, I knew that they would accept me. I mean they had too many gay friends in their life not to accept me without being complete and total hypocrites not just to me but those they had befriended over the years. Besides, over the years my curiosity and over hyped yet underwhelming sex life led me to see something I had missed so many times before. The looks that my father would exchange with some of their friends, it was obvious by the chemistry at times at our home or out at events my mother dragged him too that there was something going on with many, if not all of them. Though I was never certain, I was sure that my father was having a very large and open affair to quench the sex life that had long since evaporated between him and my mother, and on a level, I think she knew...she would have to be blind not too! I believe in the end she saw it all as an escape for them both, to please him sexually yet leave him coming home to her every night to keep their marriage together out of comfort more than love.

The realization of it all fueled my fantasies like nothing before, as I dreamt about my father waking me early one morning for school by making me suck on his cock in my sleep, thinking it to be an old pacifier. Until he feeds me his morning seed, starting the ritual and changing me from a teen to a man as he would take me with him to meet the others at his worksite, using the large yet empty space to bring me into his secret life. To let the others use my body like I truly desired, like a pervert that would only get worse with age, for me to lose control if just for once in my life to drink their seeds of life! As it all left me soon masturbating on a schedule of three times a day, at least, to drain my balls and stop my body craving for more as it became harder to stop a side to myself I knew nothing about. That soon left me filling my ass with anything thick enough to get up there and rub my prostate as the first load I would eat, never wasting a drop to keep me going as the second would then be used as lube to fuck myself harder and push my own seed back inside my body. Before the third and final load would go over my body in the hopes, it would act as an aid to give me body fur like my father and most from his side of the family.

Sadly, it would never be enough to satisfy myself locked away in my bedroom to stop others from seeing my naked chubby body in the kind of act it begged for and this is where my story really begins. The day that side to me took over, unleashing itself in a small yet satisfy dose to open my eyes and make me lose control.

Chapter 2

It started like any other Monday morning really, my father off from work and sleeping in and with my mother having already left for his community work at the chapel. Leaving me alone to get myself up and ready for the day as I did the usual routine most men do in their lives as it soon left me standing in front of the mirror in my bedroom and in all my chubby glory. As I looked over my reflection, loving that with the years that were passing I was looking more and more like my old man, with my hair slicked back to match his balding hairline, the blues eyes I would hear him saying I got from him alone. The chubby body, my mother often complained at us both about and my brothers used to make fun off daily. That left me only loving my body more, finding the fat to have shaped my stomach nicely and giving me a cute round face that could woo you and leave others unsuspected that I could defend myself in my later years. And, of course, my fat young bubble ass that begged to be eaten and the rosebud it hide that begged to be fucked many times over in its own hunger quest that proved it belonged to a fat guy!

The thought of my ass in use by