Using AI - A Day in the Life of an Autofellator
Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2025 5:56 pm
I've been playing with Google AI Studio to see if it would write decent stories about autofellatio. You can feed a lot of specific prompts into the app to customize your text...almost endlessly. This is a 'day in the life' story of an autofellator, and it is very close to my own, and of days I've had the opportunity to enjoy. Two or three times a day is more my speed now, but I'm grateful.
I hope you enjoy this little story:
A Day in the LIfe of an Autofellator
Eddie is an autofellator living in a South of Market loft which is his temple of autofellatio. Eddie is addicted to autofellatio, and sometimes sucks himself from early morning to late in the evening. And sometimes Eddie will do this for days on end, if nothing urgent gets in the way. Eddie’s bed is his favorite pleasure spot, and dominating one wall of his loft is a massive, high-def digital screen that always features clips and vids of his favorite, self-sucking brotherhood. Here's how one of his all day autofellatio days goes.
Morning
He awoke to two sources of light: the pale dawn and the cool glow of the monitor, which was left to run all night. On screen, a svelt bendy Swede was gracefully curling up into a perfect plow. Eddie felt a surge of kinship and swung his own legs overhead, mirroring the self sucker on the screen.
His first prayer was a duet. As the blond on screen remained in communion, Eddie whispered his own litany: "Atum, father of autofellatio. Bless me with floods of my sacred sperm shooting deep into my throat." The first orgasm of the day was thick, creamy jizz. He swallowed, then reached for his remote. A click, and on the screen appeared a lanky German, his face a mask of pleasure and concentration. Inspired, Eddie went for his second, a quicker, more forceful gush of sperm. By the time he’d had his morning pineapple, he’d achieved his third and fourth orgasms while watching a lithe Japanese man perform the act with serene, zen-like focus. Eddie softly chanted with him, "Autofellatio... autofellating... autofellator... autofellates," a mantra uniting him with the autofellator on his screen.
Mid-Morning
This was the time for performance. He put on a curated playlist: a highlight reel of deep-throat autofellatio masters. A chorus of silent, dicks and happy faces filled the screen. Eddie joined them. He pushed into his own deep-throat plow, his knees framing his ears. When a Brazilian guy on screen achieved a staggering release which he blew all over his face, Eddie felt a powerful, empathetic surge. His fifth orgasm was a massive flood of sperm. More on-screen action triggered a near-immediate sixth, a sympathetic aftershock of pure, hot jizz. Eddie lay panting, then sat up and began to sing his own lyrical vespers, "Autofellatio... autofellating... autofellator... autofellates,", his voice joining his screen companions. His seventh orgasm was a sweet, copious flow, perfectly timed as a performer from Korea on screen collapsed in exhaustion.
Afternoon
The afternoon was a deep dive into online autofellatio archives. Eddie explored obscure forums and hidden sites, finding rare clips of legendary and unknown autofellators. He watched, learned, and communed. Orgasms nine through fifteen were long and luxurious. He’d mimic a particular technique he saw on screen—a unique leg position, a specific rhythm of the throat. Each new clip was an inspiration, a new reason to release another load of his own cream. His bed, smelling sweetly of his jizz, became a sacred workshop.
Evening
As evening fell, Eddie prepared, selecting his favorite video—a masterpiece of autofellatio by an artist known only as "Ouroboros." He turned the volume up on his own recorded powerful chant. "Atum, father of autofellatio, who dwells in me!" which resonated loudly in his room. He moved in sync with the autofellator on the screen. His orgasm was a lovely eruption deep in his throat, timed perfectly with Ouroboros’s on-screen climax. The seventeenth and eighteenth lovely cums came in succession. The nineteenth and twentieth were slower, more reverent acts, as he oggled a compilation of creamy autofellatio cum shots.
Before Midnight
Tired, but affectionately horny, Eddie lay amidst the glorious, sticky evidence of his devotion which lingered all over him, and chanted his prayer: "Thank you Atum, father of autofellatio, who dwells within me, for I am an autofellator."
The monitor was on, and an impressive abundance of talented autofellators continued to appear one by one. Eddie would perk up occasionally when his ears caught the meaningful grunts and moans of the on-screen autofellators. The twenty-first orgasm was a sleepy, reflexive act, triggered by a particularly impressive deep-throat clip. The twenty-second was a dream-like gush of warm cream as he half-watched a playlist on shuffle. Sometime around 1 AM, the twenty-third and final offering came, a small, gentle pulse of sperm, a final Amen to a day spent in communion with his digital brethren. He drifted off, the monitor casting a soft blue glow on Eddie, the sated autofellator in his jizz scented temple.
Singing Myself to Sleep
"Atum, father of autofellatio... deliver into me floods of my sacred sperm.
While I sing my song of self-love:
'Autofellatio... autofellating... autofellator... autofellates.
Autofellatio...autofellating...autofellator...autofellates'.
Thank you Atum, father of autofellatio,
Who dwells within me. I love being an autofellator."
Awaken Following Mornings - Repeat All Day Autofellatio
I hope you enjoy this little story:
A Day in the LIfe of an Autofellator
Eddie is an autofellator living in a South of Market loft which is his temple of autofellatio. Eddie is addicted to autofellatio, and sometimes sucks himself from early morning to late in the evening. And sometimes Eddie will do this for days on end, if nothing urgent gets in the way. Eddie’s bed is his favorite pleasure spot, and dominating one wall of his loft is a massive, high-def digital screen that always features clips and vids of his favorite, self-sucking brotherhood. Here's how one of his all day autofellatio days goes.
Morning
He awoke to two sources of light: the pale dawn and the cool glow of the monitor, which was left to run all night. On screen, a svelt bendy Swede was gracefully curling up into a perfect plow. Eddie felt a surge of kinship and swung his own legs overhead, mirroring the self sucker on the screen.
His first prayer was a duet. As the blond on screen remained in communion, Eddie whispered his own litany: "Atum, father of autofellatio. Bless me with floods of my sacred sperm shooting deep into my throat." The first orgasm of the day was thick, creamy jizz. He swallowed, then reached for his remote. A click, and on the screen appeared a lanky German, his face a mask of pleasure and concentration. Inspired, Eddie went for his second, a quicker, more forceful gush of sperm. By the time he’d had his morning pineapple, he’d achieved his third and fourth orgasms while watching a lithe Japanese man perform the act with serene, zen-like focus. Eddie softly chanted with him, "Autofellatio... autofellating... autofellator... autofellates," a mantra uniting him with the autofellator on his screen.
Mid-Morning
This was the time for performance. He put on a curated playlist: a highlight reel of deep-throat autofellatio masters. A chorus of silent, dicks and happy faces filled the screen. Eddie joined them. He pushed into his own deep-throat plow, his knees framing his ears. When a Brazilian guy on screen achieved a staggering release which he blew all over his face, Eddie felt a powerful, empathetic surge. His fifth orgasm was a massive flood of sperm. More on-screen action triggered a near-immediate sixth, a sympathetic aftershock of pure, hot jizz. Eddie lay panting, then sat up and began to sing his own lyrical vespers, "Autofellatio... autofellating... autofellator... autofellates,", his voice joining his screen companions. His seventh orgasm was a sweet, copious flow, perfectly timed as a performer from Korea on screen collapsed in exhaustion.
Afternoon
The afternoon was a deep dive into online autofellatio archives. Eddie explored obscure forums and hidden sites, finding rare clips of legendary and unknown autofellators. He watched, learned, and communed. Orgasms nine through fifteen were long and luxurious. He’d mimic a particular technique he saw on screen—a unique leg position, a specific rhythm of the throat. Each new clip was an inspiration, a new reason to release another load of his own cream. His bed, smelling sweetly of his jizz, became a sacred workshop.
Evening
As evening fell, Eddie prepared, selecting his favorite video—a masterpiece of autofellatio by an artist known only as "Ouroboros." He turned the volume up on his own recorded powerful chant. "Atum, father of autofellatio, who dwells in me!" which resonated loudly in his room. He moved in sync with the autofellator on the screen. His orgasm was a lovely eruption deep in his throat, timed perfectly with Ouroboros’s on-screen climax. The seventeenth and eighteenth lovely cums came in succession. The nineteenth and twentieth were slower, more reverent acts, as he oggled a compilation of creamy autofellatio cum shots.
Before Midnight
Tired, but affectionately horny, Eddie lay amidst the glorious, sticky evidence of his devotion which lingered all over him, and chanted his prayer: "Thank you Atum, father of autofellatio, who dwells within me, for I am an autofellator."
The monitor was on, and an impressive abundance of talented autofellators continued to appear one by one. Eddie would perk up occasionally when his ears caught the meaningful grunts and moans of the on-screen autofellators. The twenty-first orgasm was a sleepy, reflexive act, triggered by a particularly impressive deep-throat clip. The twenty-second was a dream-like gush of warm cream as he half-watched a playlist on shuffle. Sometime around 1 AM, the twenty-third and final offering came, a small, gentle pulse of sperm, a final Amen to a day spent in communion with his digital brethren. He drifted off, the monitor casting a soft blue glow on Eddie, the sated autofellator in his jizz scented temple.
Singing Myself to Sleep
"Atum, father of autofellatio... deliver into me floods of my sacred sperm.
While I sing my song of self-love:
'Autofellatio... autofellating... autofellator... autofellates.
Autofellatio...autofellating...autofellator...autofellates'.
Thank you Atum, father of autofellatio,
Who dwells within me. I love being an autofellator."
Awaken Following Mornings - Repeat All Day Autofellatio