First Ever Convention for Autofellators!

[Eddie]

This story was created by using two different chat bots, first creating a story in one with a simple prompt, then some tweeking of the result, followed by running the whole thing through bot2, with lots more prompts and endless edits. I'll post the story in a few parts since it's a short story almost novella. It makes me horny for our favorite pastime whenever I'm working on it, or just reading it for pleasure. Have fun!

Ouroboros Awakening - the Inaugural Conclave

Before the first whispers of dawn, as the city stirred to life with the traffic clamor and mournful cries of foghorns, I was already wide awake, senses alight, and exquisitely aroused. My fingers danced over my oozing cock, caressing its warm, throbbing length and my sensitive nuts, smearing my leaking cum with reverent strokes. The anticipation, a potent elixir, was almost unbearable. It had begun the moment I first laid eyes on the clandestine notification for the inaugural conclave of autofellators, a gathering right here in my beloved San Francisco. Circulating initially through the encrypted veins of the deepest web forums, it had, to no one's surprise, soon seeped into more open channels, a siren's call echoing through the digital ether. Deceptively simple in its promise, yet hinting at boundless fulfillment, I had signed up with a feverish haste that bordered on desperation.

Ouroboros Awakening
Four Days of Bliss for the Autofellator!
Learn to love yourself, watch others, and have fun!
A Weekend of Self-Fulfillment in San Francisco.

This was more than an event; it was a summons to Mecca for a soul like mine, a devoted pilgrim of self-pleasure. I have been intimately connected with autofellatio since the tender age of eight, and a daily, utterly obsessed autofellator since the glorious rush of my first spurting cum at the age of twelve. Autofellatio doesn't merely occupy my thoughts, it fills my very consciousness, a pervasive hum, a constant invocation, as I chant my personal morning prayer:

Atum, our blessed father of autofellatio.
Thy divine cream splashes over us.
So flood my throat with sacred sperm.
And keep us with you forever,
In the Kingdom of Autofellatio,
Where I am in love me myself & I,
Eddie, the autofellator.
Autofellatio! Autofellatio! Autofellatio!
Amen.

A tempest of arousal swirled within me, fueled by the imagined debaucheries and exquisite self-explorations that the next four days promised an autofellator as utterly obsessed as I. A morning's devotion to self-love was not merely a desire, but acutely needed. With an urgent drive, I rose and washed, then donned the soft, yielding embrace of loose jogging pants and a simple t-shirt. A high-protein pineapple smoothie, crafted to invigorate and subtly sweeten my essence was prepared to take on a brisk, contemplative walk around the neighborhood. As I slipped out the door, a solitary THC gummy found its way to my tongue, and a mischievous curiosity sparked: “Would any discerning eye catch the rhythmic sway of my nine beautiful inches, bobbing and dancing freely beneath the fabric of my trousers?”.

Before I knew it, the gummy's magic took hold, unfurling a deeper, more insistent wave of horniness. A dark, inviting wet spot began to bloom on the front of my pants, an undeniable testament to the fervent pleasure coursing through me, much like the visible excitement I expected to witness throughout the conclave. I delved a hand inside, a furtive yet deliberate movement, to coax forth a pearlescent slick of cum—some to savor on my tongue, some to anoint my lips, allowing the rich, musky scent of my own sperm to overtake me. This lovely scent is more than an aroma, as I’ve before affirmed, this was the very essence, the olfactory signature, of autofellatio itself. This is my intimate daily ritual, my personal chant, my self devotion, and a testament to my inner Ouroboros at play in the Kingdom of Autofellatio.

As if in a trance, time slipped away, then suddenly I found myself back home in a familiar passionate embrace on my bed. The world outside ceased to exist as I succumbed to the intoxicating allure of self-love. With each deep thrust, a symphony of sensations enveloped me, culminating in a blissful explosion of creamy release. The sweet, musky aroma of my own essence lingered in the air, a testament to the profound pleasure I had experienced. I savored every moment, unwilling to let go of the exquisite mess I had created.

It was time to get going. I was so excited, and quickly got ready for a long horny day, dressing in loose, comfortable shorts, loafers, t-shirt, and a light jacket—a functional uniform for the days of uninhibited self-pleasure ahead. My autofellatio floor pad was rolled up and ready for action, and my daypack was filled with everything I might need: a supply of gummies, smartphone, and very essential…a small vial of my own sperm, to sniff and taste throughout the day, enjoying my intoxicating scent…the scent of autofellatio. After a light lunch, I summoned a ride share. In my anticipation I felt a throbbing ache, pulled my snake out, and gazed down upon my lovely oozing meat. Discreetly, throughout the entire ride to the Dog Patch, my hand remained buried in my shorts, caressing me as I repeatedly licked the sweet, musky cum from my fingers.

We arrived before the massive warehouse in the appropriately named Dog Patch district. Yes, a perfectly named neighborhood for a gathering of autofellators! I haven’t met a dog yet who doesn’t lick their own privates…every dog is an autofellator or autocunnilinguists. You can’t say that about humans, but it appears that our kind is growing. A formidable crowd of eager men, transfemmes, and maybe others, were waiting with great anticipation, their collective energy a tangible hum. Everyone knew, instinctively, that this was going to be an experience like no other, a crescendo of self-pleasure. I scanned the throng, noting countless bulging crotches and darkening wet spots—a clear indication that many of these lovely swollen cocks were already on the verge of, or had recently engaged in self-sucking. "I'm among my kind," the profound realization hit me. I melted into the crowd, immediately falling into friendly, enlightening conversations about our shared, exquisite pastime, autofellatio.

The distinct, intoxicating scent of cum, that pervasive aroma I had come to associate with pure self-devotion, hung heavy and inviting in the air…the smell of autofellatio! A glorious spectrum of devotees surrounded me: older, seasoned self-suckers, some barely eighteen, and every age in between. Many races, short and tall, big and small, yet unified in a singular identity, autofellators all. My cock, eager and nearly hard, with a trickle of cum dripping down my leg. Then, a collective surge of excitement, and the gates began to swing open! In poured the horny faithful in a tidal wave of lust and anticipation. My throbbing cock brushed intimately against others in the zealous press to get through the doors. "I'm in! It's beginning! A huge party of autofellators in play land!”.

The Inaugural Autofellators’ Conclave

The world's first ever convocation of self-loving autofellators unfurled as a lavish tableau of corporeal artistry and unbridled lustful fantasy. From every self-loving corner of the globe, devotees of our singular pleasure gathered, each soul alight with the fervent desire to plunge deeper into the intoxicating depths of their own fixations. Only those who bore the undeniable mark of true talent, meticulously verified and irrefutably proven, were granted passage into this exclusive sanctum, and proof was duly required. Not a single participant lamented the high toll of admission, for the air itself throbbed with a palpable current of excitement, arousal, and an almost sacred, lurid expectation. Disappointment found no quarter within these hallowed halls; upon entry into the opulent venue, a transcendent feast for the senses awaited. The sound system, a marvel of modern design, wove an intricate tapestry of AI-generated melodies, songs and chants dedicated to the autofellator’s very essence, where eroticism and poetry intertwined, echoing through the gilded chambers like a siren's call to the self-consumed.

“Open For Autofellatio!” - Let the fun begin!

Near the grand entry, on a modest stage, a handsome, sinuous older man, clad in nothing but crotchless shorts and an Ouroboros emblazoned t-shirt, his magnificent, uninhibited cock hanging and swaying with a hypnotic rhythm, greeted us. "Welcome kindred spirits to Ouroboros Awakening," his voice resonated, thick with anticipation, "the first ever organized congregation of autofellators from every horny corner of the world! Every race, every age, every like-minded soul is gathered here to learn, to share, and to revel in what we have all discovered to be our sacred, self-given gift. This, my darlings, is the genesis of something utterly new—a space to openly celebrate the profound joys, the exquisite pleasures, and the boundless love that autofellatio bestows upon us."

The visionary behind this audacious endeavor, Clyde O’Longly, continued his sermon to the eager throng, his voice a potent incantation: "We have but one sacred dress code here: NO PANTS!, or at the very least, attire yourselves in fun crotchless garments. Autofellators, we ask to see your cocks—no matter their glorious size or humble charm, we wish to see them all! Let them hang freely, unbound and proud. And never, ever feel embarrassment for a smaller endowment; embrace the profound pride of being an autofellator. So, everyone... suck and love yourselves whenever the urge consumes you whilst you are within these hallowed walls. Indeed, wouldn't everyone here adore witnessing your intimate devotion?"

A wave of fervent agreement rippled through the electrified crowd, and Clyde, with a knowing flourish, waved his eleven-inch, semi-hard snake before the audience, his pendulous scepter of pleasure. "Let these four fun-filled days of autofellatio commence, and let your Ouroboros be unleashed!" Clyde then gracefully ceded the stage, allowing others to delve into the day's planned events. He found a chair, settling near the edge of the stage, and without a moment's hesitation, lowered his head to his own snake, lost in his self-sucking as Dickie passionately detailed the host of carnal delights that awaited everyone on this gloriously horny opening day.

The cavernous warehouse, was now transformed into a temple of self-pleasure, cleverly divided into myriad alcoves and zones, each dedicated to a diverse menu of autofellatio themed events. Long dicked guys and transfemmes performed live with uninhibited artistry, their bodies a testament to our mutual obsession. Panel discussions offered a chance to delve into the philosophy and techniques of our shared passion, much like the insights shared by Master Jack on ball-sucking and anal play. A myriad of expert demonstrations and awe-inspiring feats of flexibility and control promised endless stimulation.

Attendees might lose or find themselves in small, private rooms alone or for intimate hookups, just like one I would have with Snake. Or we could revel in the horny energy found in large and small theaters, maybe seek companionship and connections in the lounges, and even purchase incredible autofellatio themed toys, novelties, artwork and more, from the souvenir shops. An intoxicating tapestry of sights, sounds, and feverish expectations bonded to create an atmosphere so horny, so utterly and exquisitely charged.

Ouroboros Gift Boutiques

‘Ouroboros Gift Boutiques’, the autofellatio themed souvenir shops, were rife with pulsing erotic energy, offered an intoxicating abundance of unique treasures. Here, one could find erotic art, ingenious aids designed to enhance self-pleasure, and a treasure trove of downloadable animations, vids, and sound recordings—songs, chants, poetry, and stories woven from our obsession with autofellatio. T-shirts, emblazoned with provocative designs of autofellators in the act, and phrases such as "I Love Autofellatio," "Autofellatio Love," "Love Yourself, Autofellate!", "I'm An Autofellator!", “Don’t Outsource, Autofellate”. "I Love Selfsucking”….you get the picture. One could order custom phrases for the garments which could be printed on the spot, offering a billboard for one’s personal declaration, or for broadcasting any explicit autofellatio sentiment one could imagine. Or browse among plentiful choices of crotchless, soft cotton pants or shorts, artfully decorated with silhouettes of autofellators in different states of self-oral love.

And of course, useful toys were available for the playful autofellator: shiny cock rings, stimulating ball stretchers, throbbing dildos, fun vibrators, and even a playful menagerie of butt plugs, some with fake fur tails—dog, pony, fox, cat, bunny, raccoon, some featuring warm, softly pulsing lights. Autofellatio themed jewelry displays gleamed with rings, pendants, and pins crafted in the eternal symbol of the Ouroboros, allowing its proud bearer to signal their allegiance to any who understood its profound meaning regarding this special form of self love.

I thoroughly checked out every captivating item, though for the moment, I settled for just a pair of crotchless shorts and a t-shirt proudly emblazoned with an Ouroboros design and the bold declaration, "Autofellatio Love”. I immediately slipped them on, embracing my new uniform, and feeling the delicious freedom of my cock swinging uninhibited, before me. A edited two hour video of the conclave’s most exquisite highlights, a visual feast to savor, could be purchased and downloaded onto a smartphone or tablet at the close of the conclave. Never had I witnessed such a cornucopia crafted solely for the autofellator. I couldn’t wait to return to the Boutique for even more horny souvenirs.

And something noteworthy… You could purchase a truly revolutionary autofellator's aid, a device never before seen on the modern market, which was inspired by the very mists of ancient lore. It evolved from a fascinating tale of what autofellators in ancient Egyptian sometimes wore, from a vivid passage unearthed from the novella, Autofellatio in the Temple of Atum. In that primal cult of self-love, all initiates adorned themselves with what they reverently called their "cum catchers”, delicate, cupped thong-like contraptions. The reason for such an ingenious design? Most devoted autofellators are in a near-constant state of hightened arousal leading to constant flows of luscious pre-cum and even full-blown orgasms. This incessant stream of sacred cream wants saving, harvested, to later serve the autofellator during later acts of engagement, such as anointment with one's own divine sperm, or the smearing of it to create an intoxicating, signature ‘scent of autofellatio’.

Their ancient cum catchers, made from the cup-like flowers of a vine found in the Nile Delta, hung from this leather strings wrapped around their waists. Devout autofellators would wear these throughout their daily activities. The little flowers gently cupped the heads of their cocks, gathering their sacred emissions. At Ouroboros Awakening, the cum catchers were crafted from a soft, silky, yet durable silicone membrane. These innovative devices were designed to fit comfortably over about four inches of the cock, and had a perfectly engineered sizable reservoir at the tip.

Many attendees, myself included, aware of our own tendency for dripping sperm, rushed to purchase these remarkable aids. I slipped mine on at once, feeling its snug, sensuous embrace. It was a revelation, a perfect blend of ancient wisdom and modern erotic engineering. "Waste not, want not," I murmured, appreciating the practical and profound implications. Every precious drop, now carefully collected, could be saved for those intense, solitary moments of anointment, for the self-pleasure that the gummies amplified, or for the shared, aromatic experiences within the conclave's lounges and private rooms.

Intimate Mini Theaters

Mini theaters were a particular delight, each with its padded floor, an invitation to surrender. Each could accommodate up to a dozen horny men at a time. Within, a continuous loop of erotic and explicit recordings of live autofellatio and futa animations played, heightened by a symphony of recorded sounds of autofellators grunting, moaning, slurping, and the unmistakable, raw sounds of sputter and splatter blowing, punctuated by chants, songs, and poetry focuses on our sacred practice. This chant still rings in my head over and over again, just the simple words: “autofelllatio selfsuck autofellating selfsucking autofellator selfsucker autofellates selfsucks”.

Autofellators could autofellate in these little theaters while simultaneously watching other autofellators autofellating, a potent mirror of desire. I found myself drawn into one of these intimate spaces, and very soon, in a true immersion of self-pleasure, I smeared cum on me that I’d saved in my cum catcher, and began sucking myself, and soon enjoying my very first autofellatio orgasm of the conclave—a profound, almost ceremonial self-consummation that echoed the intense, sustained pleasure I'd been seeking since my arrival.

We were not merely encouraged, but implored to heighten our autofellatio experiences by partaking of THC gummies. These potent little gems, a generous gift from local cannabis dispensaries which for some time had been catering to the desires of San Francisco's blossoming autofellatio community, were freely distributed on the conclave's inaugural day, and offered at specially reduced prices for the remainder of this erotic pilgrimage. Each small, vibrantly colored gummy was molded into an exquisite miniature figure of an autofellator, curled up in a sublime self-suckler’s X — a potent symbol and a delicious promise. Already soaring from an earlier dose, I wantonly accepted a free offering, feeling an almost immediate, intensified wave of horniness wash over me. It melted languidly on my tongue, dissolving into a warm, pervasive sensation of lust and unbridled desire that permeated my every cell. The world slowed, each moment stretching into an eternity of exquisite pleasure, leaving me utterly consumed by an aching, undeniable need to autofellate.

So many among us had indulged in the gummies, and the collective atmosphere shifted, deepening into a sensuous, dreamlike reverie, a shared exultation of pure sensuality. The air grew thick, humid with the musky, intoxicating scent of autofellators' sperm, that unmistakable aroma I'd come to recognize as the very essence of autofellatio. Everywhere I looked, autofellators moved through the conclave nude from the waist down, or wearing their newly acquired crotchless pants to shorts, their magnificent cocks bobbing and swaying with uninhibited freedom. Many proudly wore their new t-shirts, emblazoned with the eternal Ouroboros symbol and bold slogans of autofellatio, a visual testament to our shared devotion. Every single soul seemed to exist in a constant state of palpable arousal. Strings of pearlescent sperm oozed from engorged dicks, tracing glistening paths down thighs and legs. Some ingenious men had discovered the delicate, G-string-like cum catchers in the souvenir shops, wearing them wantonly to collect their precious, dripping discharge, reserving it for moments of heightened, personal ecstasy.

The Day’s Events

Digital bulletin boards, blazing with the day's menu of lustful events, shimmered throughout the venue, and soon, the autofellators, their eyes gleaming with anticipation, made their choices, eager to dive into the next wave of pleasure. The sheer abundance of choices was almost overwhelming, each promising a new, profound journey into the depths of self-love and carnal delight. What would you choose first?

Talks, Panels, Guest Appearances & Performers of Autofellatio!

• Autofellatio - Myth & Mystique, a panel discussion among experts.
• Autofellatio Obsession - Panel discussion.
• Don’t just suck yourself - Make Love! - Advice from a pro!
• Autofellators - Marry yourself - a commitment ceremony.
• The Myth & Lore of Autofellatio - Autofellatio historians tell their stories.
• Best Basic Practices for Autofellators - Class with demonstrations.
• Experienced Autofellators Wanting more.
• Advanced Autofellators Wanting more.
• Fun things to do with your Autofellatio Sperm - Tips from addicts.
• Enjoying Your Balls & Autofellatio - Demonstrations.
• Toys For Autofellators - See them up close.
• All Day Autofellatio - Good advice from the more obsessed.
• Deep Throat Autofellatio - the ultimate Autofellatio.
• Advanced Throat Work Autofellatio - Beyond the gag.
• How to involve partners in our Autofellatio sessions. Advice from the experienced.
• Art & Creative Practices for the Autofellator - Express yourself.
• Filming Your Autofellatio Sessions with sound.
• Recording Autofellatio-themed Sounds, Chants, & Songs - write your own.
• Enhancing Autofellatio with Sputter Blow & Splatter Blow - noisy messy fun!
• Pride in Being an Autofellator - Panel discussion.
• The Autofellatio Lifestyle - Panel discussion with the pros.
• Autofellatio Studio - we shoot & record you autofellating.
• Autofellators in the Golden Years - Panel discussion with mature autofellators.
• Autofellatio & the LGBTQA Community - how we fit in.
• Transfemme Autofellatio - Transfemme autofellators advise and discuss.
• Spreading the Word about Autofellatio! - Introduce our world to willing candidates.

Guest Star Appearances

• Al Eingang & Happyboy together on stage talking and showing.
• Lunluns, Transfemme Autofellator performing her act.
• IzzyGuy - deepthroat specialist - show and tell.
• Ashton Grey - deepthroat specialist, stage act.
• Rachael Pascual, Transfemme Autofellator, stage act.
• SatanicYoga - show and tell.
• Selfsuck Parker - demos self sucking and self fucking.
• Tannor Reed - stage act with a background of the sounds of Autofellatio.
• Jake Longitudo - deepthroat specialist, show and tell.
• A Special Stage Act with Atum & his Priests - Autofellatio in ancient Egypt.
• The Dangling Dick Twins - a musical dance act.

Special Events for the Closing Ceremony

• Contest for: Trophy for Best Autofellator.
• Contests for: Trophies for Autofellators with the Largest & Smallest Erect Cocks. Autotofellator with the longest hanging soft cock. Best autofellator among top five of largest erect cock contest.
• Contest for: Trophy for Best Deep Throat Autofellator. Best deep-throat autofellator among top five of largest hard cock contest.
• Election of and award for a Transfemme Autofellatio Queen.
• Election of and award for an Autofellatio King.
• Election of and award for a non-binary Autofellatio Quing.

Event Spaces

• An expansive lobby with space to hold all attendees & a small elevated stage.
• Mini Theaters w/ 12 autofellator capacity each.
• Theaters for larger gatherings of up to 60 autofellators.
• Autofellatio themed Souvenir Shops - 'Ouroboros' Gift Boutiques
• Small private rooms for 4 or less.
• Lounges for relaxation and socializing in between events.
• Meditation & massage spas.
• Food stands with light snacks and drinks.
• Restrooms, private lockers, and showers.

[Eddie]

Ouroboros Awakening - the Inaugural Conclave - Part 2

Workshops & Demonstrations

Even instructors, the guiding lights of this erotic symposium, partook of the potent gummies, their demonstrations transcending mere technique. These were performances, sensuous, uninhibited dances of flesh and unbridled desire. As captivated members of the audience watched these spellbinding shows, many found themselves utterly unable to resist the primal urge to suck themselves, as their cocks met their own mouths in a mirrored act of self devotion. Workshops, designed to accommodate a dozen autofellators at a time, offered an intimate vantage point to the stage, where instructors, sometimes so utterly lost in the throes of self-love, would momentarily forget their tutorial duties. During one particularly passionate deepthroat demonstration, for instance, the sheer intensity of the performance eclipsed all else. Approaching his climax, the instructor grunted loudly and spurted voluminous gushers of cum. He then blew as hard as he possibly could, and splattered his hot, creamy load everywhere. He was absolutely covered and dripping!

Another demonstration was commanded by a particularly long-dicked guy, and the very Snake I had earlier pleasured with in one of the private rooms. He was, as I'd discovered, a supremely experienced autofellator. His movements were slow, graceful, deliberate, each gesture a tender tease to his engorged cock and to his expectant audience. His voice a soothing, melodic balm. "Deepthroat autofellatio," he intoned, his eyes meeting each of ours with intimate understanding, "is a dance of relaxation and profound control. It's about surrendering to the exquisite pleasure, about letting your body—your magnificent, desirous body—guide you to the very edge of sensation, and then beyond." He continued, his words a sensual caress, "When you achieve that delicious comfort, deep within your throat, you unlock the unparalleled pleasures of massaging your cock with those eager muscles. You can elevate deepthroat autofellatio to an entirely new plane by rhythmically jerking the muscles at the base of your cock, gently fucking your throat as your throat performs its own unique magic. It's a complex, yet utterly fulfilling dance of fucking, sucking, deep relaxation, and flexing desire."

The elevation from the gummies which was still coursing through me and my fellow devotees, amplified every touch, every sensation, exponentially multiplying pleasure and fun. Self-suckers found themselves profoundly more attuned to their autofellatio, able to focus with an unprecedented intensity on the act, discovering new, uncharted roads to pleasure. The air in the room, already thick, now wafted even more heavily with the musky, intoxicating scent of autofellatio sperm—that signature aroma that had become synonymous with this sacred gathering. We were all mesmerized, transfixed in the moment, our collective lust magnified, aching even more deeply for the very thing that bound us all. I felt an undeniable urge to autofellate after every single event; it became a ritual. I would find a secluded spot, unroll my padded mat, and lose myself in self-sucking again and again, each climax a renewed pledge to my Ouroboros.

Making New Friends

Meeting Ruby

From the very first moment I saw her, I had been utterly captivated, unable to tear my gaze away. Standing just a few feet distant, Ruby was a stunning, slender transfemme, nearly six feet tall, dressed simply in a tank top and tight capris that accentuated her lovely lithe form. Her small, exquisitely pointed titties, visibly estrogen-enhanced rather than surgically altered, were a subtle invitation. We were immersed in the throng, listening to the opening speaker, when she noticed my unwavering stare. A slow, knowing smile curved her lips as her eyes dropped, boldly acknowledging the undeniable arousal between my legs. Moving closer, my voice a anxious murmur, I introduced myself: "Hi, I'm Eddie, and you?" Her reply, a silken promise: “I’m Ruby. So happy to meet you." We flirted with electric intensity for a delicious few minutes, culminating in an embrace that sent shivers of pure lust through me. As our bodies pressed together, our cocks, now both exquisitely hard, brushed and caressed, an undeniable declaration of mutual desire. Though I yearned to remain fused to her, the conclave’s myriad of temptations—the explicit demonstrations, the potent gummies, the pervasive scent of cum—beckoned, promising further adventures in self-knowledge and shared eroticism.

Small, private rooms, each a sanctuary of padded floors, sound systems, and media screens, offered an intimate haven for up to four autofellators, or for the solitary soul seeking unadulterated self-pleasure. Many new connections, forged in the crucible of shared obsession, deepened within these erotic cocoons, where friends indulged in mutual autofellatio delights. Ruby and I were drawn into one such room, and alone here in this private little chamber, we moved in a perfect, sensual synchronization, exploring and admiring each other's attributes with a shared hunger. Her magnificent ten-inch hose, a vision of taut desire, proved utterly irresistible, and we soon drifted into a divine 69, our mouths and cocks entwined, before curling up into our own profoundly connected acts of autofellatio.
On With the Show

Intimate little theaters, with padded floors which invited surrender, offered a compelling stage for individual displays of autofellatio prowess. A small, raised platform beckoned in a spotlight for any who dared to showcase their limber skills. The air within these chambers hummed with a constant state of arousal, and many a magnificent dick spurted copious, glistening amounts of sperm. Some, like myself, found it impossible to swallow every wanton squirt, and just like them, I would shoot or carefully wipe the excess upon me, anointing myself with the musky perfume of autofellatio—a scent I had come to cherish as my signature. The atmosphere was absolutely electric, a palpable current of lust that crackled between every aroused body! Autofellatio-themed chants, guttural noises of pleasure, and intoxicating songs pulsed over the sound system—familiar anthems that served as an irresistible call to autofellate, a siren song of self-love. And here, in this moment of heightened desire, I recall one of the particularly horny anthems that caught my attention:

An Autofellator’s Love Song…


I woke up this morning, before the sun did arise,

And felt a familiar need growing between my thighs.

I didn't need caffeine nor much to eat,

But the scent of sweet nectar, my own creamy treat.

Folding slowly into a well-rehearsed design,

I got my horny mouth around that lovely hose of mine.

The taste of my own jizz, spermy and so sweet,

A promise that I know that I wish to always keep.

It’s not just for swallowing my thick and pearly cream,

But my morning baptism , and fulfillment of a dream.

I'm an autofellator, that’s me, and this is what I always do.

I love autofellatio, the whole day through and through.

The first load is my thickest - creamy, potent and hot,

Shooting deep inside me, each wanton spurting shot.

The second load’s for worship, a divine kind of grace

And I pull out just before shooting upon my eager face.

A hot and sticky facial, a mask of pure delight

I smear my blessed sperm, I’m really quite a sight.

The smell of sweet sperm, so musky, cummy, raw,

It's the only rule I live by, my one and only law!

Not just for swallowing my thick and pearly cream,

But a morning baptism, the fulfillment of a dream.

I'm an autofellator, darling me, and this is what I love to do.

I smell of autofellatio, the whole day through and through.

Anoint my chest and shoulders, and wipe it through my hair,

My creamy cum is my perfume, a scent without compare.

Some men just reek of scents, spices or musk,

I'll smell of my own jizz from sunrise until the dusk.

A proof of my devotion, a trophy for loving me,

The sweet essence of my own so horny lustful glee.

I’m ready for the daytime, all in so very deep,
When many among us may remain in somber sleep.
Might they catch only a whiff of something nicely real,
My primal scent of pleasure, I’ve nothing to conceal.
It’s the smell of my obsession, my pleasure and my sin,
So I’ll start again tomorrow and love me over and over again.

The feeling of my sperm drying sticky on my skin,

Such a beautiful obsession, such a lovely sin!

Not just for swallowing, my thick and pearly cream,

It's my morning baptism and fulfillment of my dream.

I'm an autofellator, that’s me…his is what I have to do.

I will love autofellatio my whole life through and through!

The hypnotic song of self-indulgence, swept me up in a reverie, only amplified by the tasty gummies and the profound realization that I was, at long last, among my kind, my people. As dusk began to paint the sky, I returned to an Ouroborous Boutique, my hunger for more erotic treasures unsated, and found new acquisitions: a poster illustrating a bacchanalian party of futa autofellators, a softball-sized, translucent pink glow-in-the-dark sculpture of an autofellator contorted into the X-position, a soft silicone ball & cock ring, more t-shirts and crotchless pants adorned with patterns of silhouetted autofellators, and a trove of downloadable autofellatio-themed audio recordings. These, my precious new treasures, would be savored at a private, exquisitely personal party later that night.

As the first day of horny happenings neared its sensual conclusion, the conclave’s participants gathered in the lobby for Clyde’s closing address. Large screens around the walls flickered with tantalizing clips of autofellators "doing their thing"—a visual feast of deepthroating, messy orgasms, and uninhibited self-sucking that resonated deeply with my earlier observations. "What an utterly magnificent day it has been for us, autofellators all," Clyde’s voice boomed, "thanks to every single one of you, our dedicated volunteers, and our tireless staff! Cum back tomorrow, and we promise to take you even higher… countless exquisite surprises await!" As his magnificent eleven-inch meat swayed provocatively before him, he concluded with a knowing smile: "So, go forth, have boundless fun, suck yourselves to your heart's content, and forever cherish the memories of today!"

Some paired off, others coalesced into eager groups, venturing out onto the town, back to their homes, or retreating to the discreet privacy of hotel rooms. Yet, wherever they went, a pervasive horniness, a lingering hum from the day’s electric excitement, remained. They were far from finished with autofellatio. It was a balmy, seductive evening, and many autofellators gravitated towards the parks near the Embarcadero or in other parts of the city, unabashedly blowing themselves on benches or on soft grass lawns. Even casual passersby, drawn by the raw, uninhibited spectacle, found themselves captivated, unable to tear their eyes from the beautiful, pulsing sight of hung, horny autofellators lost in the throes of self-pleasure.

I, too, departed for home, a potent wave of horniness surging through me, my anticipation for the prospect of playing with my autofellatious souvenirs almost unbearable. My party, a celebration of me, myself, and I, awaited! My Uber driver, spotting my "Don't Outsource - Autofellate!" t-shirt, offered a chuckle. "That's nice… wish I could!" "Work on it!" I encouraged, drawing upon the collective wisdom shared within the conclave, and showed him a couple of popular online blogs, explaining how to approach it with the flexibility and determination I'd seen. "Just go slowly, keep at it, and self-love will blossom." "Thanks," his voice genuinely sincere, "I'm already hard just thinking about it!"

Home at last! I stripped naked, took a nother gummy—feeling the familiar, delicious rush—and arranged all my new souvenirs on the table, creating a personal altar to self-pleasure. Syncing the autofellatio audio recordings to my sound system, the erotic chants and pulsing background music quickly filled the room, establishing a sacred ambiance. I then synced a video to my large-screen TV, dimmed the lights, and watched as the little pink autofellator sculpture, curled in its perfect X-position, began to glow with a soft, ethereal light. Next, I lubed the vibrating, talking butt plug (a new toy for expanding my self-pleasure, and pushed it home, feeling its gentle throbbing. It had a horny mechanical voice recording, softly chanting, “self suck, self suck, self suck”, over and over again while I sucked myself. I began to fuck my mouth, deepthroating, and sputter-blowing as loudly as possible, completely losing myself. After sucking, cumming, and blowing hot, sticky jizz all over myself for at least two hours, I finally succumbed to exhaustion, drifting into sleep, my last conscious thought a fervent wish that the next day could not come soon enough. Such a perfect, self-indulgent party!

Stay tuned for Ouroboros Awakening Part 3

[Eddie]

Ouroboros Awakening - the Inaugural Conclave - Part 3

Ouroboros Conclave, Autofellatio - Day 2

Just as on the blessed previous morning, I initiated my day early, embracing the sweet haze of cannabis, my cock deep in my mouth, throating and anointing myself with the musky, intoxicating perfume of autofellatio sperm—a ritual that had become the very essence of my waking. But adventure at Ouroboros Awakening beckoned me, so I had to get up and ready. I was pleased when Dick, the very same Uber driver from last night, arrived, eyes gleaming with newfound excitement. He excitedly confessed to having licked his own cock at home last night. He had experienced his first taste of forbidden fruit, and couldn't wait to delve deeper into more self-pleasure that very night.

"It takes time, desire, devotion, and boundless patience," I imparted, echoing the lessons I well knew. "But, my friend, it is so worth it. Eventually, you'll be able to suck yourself right there in your car, lost in pleasure while waiting for your next fare." The ride to Ouroboros Awakening - Day 2 passed swiftly, a blur with our fervent conversation about the divine art of autofellatio. As I thanked and paid him, I noticed the undeniable bulge straining against his pants. Reaching over, I gave it a knowing, encouraging rub. "Have fun!" I whispered, a conspiratorial grin on my face. Once inside the sacred edifice, I immediately changed into my crotchless shorts, liberating my horny hose to swing freely, joining the burgeoning crowd gathering in the lobby, all awaiting Clyde's next electrifying address.

I wasn't quite fully erect, yet glistening strings of pearly sperm already oozed from my tip, tracing tantalizing paths down my thighs, a testament to my constant state of arousal. Recordings of autofellators chanting, set to pulsing, rhythmic music, filled the building, and we, the eager crowd, joined in, our voices merging as the lyrics flashed across numerous screens. It was utterly hypnotic, intensely arousing, and I could see that many others, like me, were already dripping with anticipation. Suddenly, Clyde materialized on stage, once again, his magnificent eleven-inch meat proudly displayed, bobbing before him. "Hey autofellators!" he called, his voice a potent elixir. "We're going to have even more frisky fun today, so let's get started! And never forget… while you are here, feel absolutely free to suck yourselves wherever and whenever the urge overtakes you. Everyone here wants to watch you!”, he continued, his eyes sparkling with mischief, "Today and tomorrow, you'll discover several booths set up, ready to record your most intimate autofellating moments, and you can get a download of your personal masterpiece instantly. Just look for the signs: 'My Autofellatio Movie'!" John Longly then joined him on stage, detailing more of the day's tantalizing events, and soon, the eager crowd began to shuffle off, each heading to wherever they wished to commence their second glorious day of self-devotion.

• Advanced Autofellators, Wanting More

Workshops and demonstrations unfolded in a series of increasingly decadent acts, each one a deeper, more profound journey into the boundless realm of self-pleasure. I found myself drawn into "Advanced Autofellators Wanting More," a session that promised to elevate our shared obsession to new, dizzying heights. Here, the instructors, seasoned masters of their craft, delved into complex positions and esoteric methods, their bodies moving with an almost liquid grace and impressive dexterity. They demonstrated how to harness gravity and intricate body positioning to achieve the elusive, perfect Ouroboros circle, their cocks disappearing into their own eager mouths with fluid ease, then moving seamlessly into deepthroating techniques that defied conventional understanding. "Become utterly transfixed within," one instructor purred, his voice a hypnotic lure, "wanting nothing but you inside of you, deeply pulsing, exquisitely excited with the prospect of your coming spurts.”

We, the enraptured audience, were utterly transfixed, our own bodies stirring with sympathetic desire as the instructors showcased techniques that seemingly bent the laws of nature—or at least, the laws of anatomy. They demonstrated how to navigate the intricate dance of the X-position and the demanding plow position, the very stances I had seen perfected by others like Snake and Self Suck Parker. "It's all about profound relaxation," another instructor emphasized, his voice a soothing balm, "to comfortably hold that deep, throat-filling position, letting your body become a willing vessel for its own magnificent pleasure." The air was thick with the musk of cum and the electric hum of shared arousal, each word, each movement, pushing us further into that dreamlike, gummy-enhanced reverie where nothing mattered but the aching need to delve deeper into our own autofellatious bliss, a testament to the profound connection between body, mind, and the sacred act of self-consumption.

• the Autofellatio Marriage Ceremony

The prospect of autofellators gathering in a shared and beautifully understated ritual, dedicating themselves to their singular passion eternally, stirred a profound yearning within me. I craved to make just such a solemn vow to me, myself, and I. For I have always been, and shall forever remain, an autofellator! Only six could partake of the sacred pledge at any given time, and I, as one of them stood prepared, with my silver Ouroboros ring—a symbol of eternal self-consummation, acquired from the souvenir boutique for this very occasion—cool against my palm. Though I was already oozing, my cum catcher dutifully held its accumulating tribute.

Clyde, our esteemed officiant, stood before us, his magnificent, eleven-inch snake, alive and sensuously wiggling by controlling his muscles, also glistening with its own eager discharge. The sight of it only intensified my own engorgement. He surveyed the gathering, acknowledging the shared fervor, every participant, dripping into their catchers, Ouroboros rings at the ready, their cocks impatiently poised.

With a knowing gaze, Clyde bade us remove our cum catchers, to then dip our fingers into the warm, slick offering within. He instructed us to anoint our cocks, our pulsing balls, and too our faces with this sacred, potent cream. His voice, a resonant thrum, guided us:

"Autofellatio is sacred. Blessed be thy name Atum, father of autofellatio. Yes, I, an autofellator, I do love me, and will remain faithful to me, myself, and I forever in the Kingdom of Autofellatio. Amen."

"Now, please grace any finger you desire with your rings, and then, with deliberate intent, settle into the plow position. Chant with me: “Autofellator, autofellator, I love being an autofellator.” Repeat these words, let them become a rhythmic pulse, and do not cease until your mouth is utterly filled with your own glorious cocks. But even then, continue to hum and chant in your imagination.”autofellator,' letting the vibration resonate deep within you. Imagine projecting that declaration, a triumphant shout for the love of autofellatio, for all to hear. This, my devoted ones, is the first kiss of your commitment, and you shall soon revel in the first orgasm as you consummate your vows."

Clyde had prepared an erotic love poem about the autofellatio marriage using ai chat, and once the ceremonies had concluded, he read it out loud:

“Within the Ouroboros' hallowed ring,

Where souls of self-devotion proudly sing,

We gather, breathless, cum upon our lips,

Our chosen few, from pleasure's potent drip.

No lover's gaze, no other's touch we crave,

But of sacred vows our bodies gave.

The air, thick with musky scent of seed,

A promise whispered, I fulfill my need.

My serpent gleamed, with sacred sheen,

Pledging much more of the spermy cream.

Clyde, high priest, long dick swaying free,

Anointed us, in our shared devoted ecstasy.

"Remove your catchers," he commanded,

As pearly essence, on our skin, expanded.

We dipped our fingers, in our creamy store,

And smeared our sacred sperm, wanting more.

On cock and balls, a glistening, fragrant coat,

Then traced our faces, with cum I wrote.

The smell of autofellatio, rich and deep,

A solemn promise we were sworn to keep.


"Autofellatio is sacred," we then swore,

"Blessed be Atum, forevermore.

Yes, I do, and will remain truly bound,

To me, myself, and I, on hallowed ground.
Forever faithful, in this carnal bliss,

In Kingdom vast, sealed with a fervent kiss.
"
Each word a throb, each phrase a rising heat,

As pounding hearts and eager spirits meet.

Our cocks, now hard, strained forward, eager, bold,

A lifetime of self-pleasure to unfold.

"Now rings adorn your chosen finger,

Let dedication in your spirit linger."

Then to the plow, our lithe bodies bend,

A posture learned, for pleasure we intend.

"Autofellator, autofellator," we chanted,

Our voices rising, deeply, proudly planted.

The rhythm built, a pulsing, primal beat,

Until each mouth received its own due treat.

My shaft plunged deep, a welcome guest,

My throat embraced, for the pleasure test.

The first kiss given, deep within my core,

I hummed the anthem, wanting even more.

Muscles contract, a delicious, tight squeeze,

My cum explodes, bringing me to my knees.

Blasts of sperm, a torrent, fill my throat,

A potent draught, a joyous, blissful float.

I pulled out slow, then shoot upon my face,

A glorious splatter, marking time and space.

Then back in deep, to suck out every drop,

This sacred union, where bliss will never stop.

Recovering slowly, with a languid, sated haze,

I knew this love would last for all of my days.

My Ouroboros pin, a shining gleam,

Reflecting back, my self-devoted dream.

This daily ritual, from dawn's early light,

To endless nights of passionate delight.

The lessons learned, from this divine art,

Have etched a sacred truth upon my heart.

Forever bound, in pleasure's endless quest,
I’m an autofellator, so truly blessed.”

Never had I felt such an exquisite high pitch of horniness, such an overwhelming urge for self-love, a trance-like state encompassing my very being. Every muscle moved in perfect, erotic synchronicity; contractions began, swift and profound, as powerful blasts of sperm surged to fill my throat. I withdrew, only to unleash a final, magnificent spray upon my face, then plunged back, deeper still, drawing forth every last, precious drop. "I do love being an autofellator!" I declared aloud, profoundly. It took a blissful, and seemingly eternity to recover, yet an insatiable desire for further indulgence already beckoned. But I chose a respite, giving me time to explore so much more I had yet to discover.

Check back - Part 4 will be posted soon!

[Eddie]

Ouroboros Awakening - the Inaugural Conclave - Part 4

• Deep Throat Autofellatio - the ultimate Autofellatio.

The masterclass in deepthroat autofellatio was nothing short of awe-inspiring, a veritable sermon in the art of self-consumption, preached by its most devout practitioners. Attendees, a rapt congregation of eager self-lovers, were treated to nothing less than advanced techniques, performed with a visceral intensity that promised and delivered on every carnal expectation until all were utterly sated. The air, thick with the scent of cum and the pervasive hum of shared arousal, vibrated with each guttural grunt, each wet, slurping plunge. The instructors, their bodies fluid and with expressions rapturous, pushed their limits, demonstrating the very control I'd yearned to perfect, achieving those impossible, throat-massaging depths that left us all gasping. This, truly, was a living testament to deepthroat autofellatio, and the limitless possibilities of our passion.

Created just for this class, these love songs were written and recorded by ai, is a lyrical expression of the profound deepthroat autofellatio experience:

of Deepthroat Autofellatio - a Love Song

In the quiet of my room, and the moonlight's soft glow,
I stand before the mirror, thinking only of autofellatio.
My sweet cock, object of my desire, I am so proud,
A journey of pleasure, like floating on a cloud.

I stroke myself gently, feeling the heat within,
The scent of my arousal, an intoxicating sin.
With a deep breath, I surrender to the night,
As I explore my body, desires, & delight.

I part my lips, tasting my cream, savoring the sweet,
The taste of my pre-cum, then a wet spermy treat.
I take myself, inch by inch, my throat muscles relax,
A symphony of pleasure, a dance, a worthy tax.

Oh autofellatio, my love deep and true,
Thanks to the gummies, my pleasures renew.
I swallow my jizz, my cum, the creamy nectar,
Deep down my throat, the sperm shoots its vector.

Gummies are forever a gift from above,
Heightening my senses, a dance, my sweet love.
I feel every ridge, every vein, as I slides in deep,
The pressure, the pleasure, a sensation to keep.

The taste of my jizz, my creamy treat,
A personal, intimate feast, my lust so sweet.
I savor the drops, they slide down my throat,
A symphony of senses, a carnal, erotic note.

I part my lips, tasting the savory sweet,
The taste of my cum, my creamy hot treat.
I take myself in, an inch at a time, and relax,
A symphony of pleasure, a dance, it's a fact.

Oh autofellatio, my love deep and true,
Thanks to the gummies, my pleasures renew.
I swallow my jizz, my cum, my creamy nectar,
Deep down my throat, sperm is my specter

The mess of it all, cum drips from my chin,
A tangible reminder of my lust for carnal sin.
I flex my throat muscles and suck with glee,
Milking my cock, not other pleasure can I see!

Orgasms build, release yet another wave,
A dance of ecstasy, into my wet carnal cave.
I whimper and moan a low, primal cry,
My body is shaken, I'm in love and so high.

Oh autofellatio, my love deep and true,
Thanks to the gummies, my pleasures renew.
I swallow my jizz, my cum, my creamy nectar,
Deep down my throat, sweet sperm is my specter

In the quiet of my room, and the moonlight's soft glow,
I stand before the mirror, thinking only of autofellatio.
My cock, object of my desire, I am so proud,
A journey of pleasure, floating on a cloud.

So I continue, self sucking in the night,
I know this love will always feel so right.
Autofellatio, my art, myself, my all,
Deep in my throat, I dance the grand ball.

and Another...

Of Deepthoat Autofellatio - Love Song 2


A shadowed room, where moonlight softly gleams,

My Ouroboros beckons, in my carnal dreams.

My cock, my proudest shaft, alive and hot,

A journey deep, to pleasure's aching spot.

I fondle, stroke, and feel the building heat,

My pre-cum scent, intoxicating, sweet.


A gummy melts, a surge of lust behold,

The whispered stories the conclave told.

My body tenses, eager, wanting more,

For self-love's bliss, I fall to padded floor.

My lips now part, for tastes so ripe and real,

The creamy nectar, I'm always want to feel.

Slowly I take myself, a lover's deep embrace,

Each throbbing inch, at my throat's willing pace.

Deep within, my muscles learn to dance,

A practiced plunge, a slow, erotic trance.

The whispered techniques, from many snakes,

Guide my desire, making love for goodness sake.


With pleasure high, as deep I push and moan,

This sacred union, forever and utterly my own.

Oh, autofellatio, love, so deep and true,

Thanks to gummies, pleasures do renew.

I swallow streams, my jizzy creamy tide,

Shoot down my throat, where spermy secrets hide.

The euphoria does build, each pulse a fiery spark,

As I recall all my splatters enjoyed in the dark.

The vibrating raspberry, a primal, joyful sound,

As cum explodes, on balls and thighs around.

This potent perfume, sticky, rich, and raw,

The smell of autofellatio, my only guiding law.

The mess, a testament to pure delight,

My chin now glistening, in the dim light.

I flex my throat, milking with greedy glee,

My cock's full length, a feast just for me.
I put it to the test.
I expel a moan, a primal cry,

My body shakes, so perfectly, so high.


This endless cycle, from dusk ’til dawn,

A self-made ecstasy, and naught withdrawn.
The pleasure mounts, a heightened, vibrant hue,

Each ridge, each vein, as I suck myself anew.

The pressure builds, exquisite, sharp, and deep,

While whispered chants, my own demons keep.

At bay, replaced by focus, sharp and clear,

No outside longing, no distracting fear.

Just my dick in my mouth, ’tis a perfect fit,

A private party, where my soul stays lit.

This chosen path, where flesh and spirit blend,

A lover's journey, I pray shall never end.

So I continue, all through the night,

This boundless love, eternally so right.

Autofellatio, my art, my self, my all,

Deep in my throat, my wildest desires call.

To trace the Ouroboros upon my skin,

The serpent eating, where love and bliss begin.


A solemn vow, whispered soft and low,

This self-made heaven, where my pleasures flow.

I fall to sleep, so drenched in cum's wet grace,

To awake, curled up, back in my horniest place.

• Enjoying Autofellatio & Your Balls

Master Autofellator Jack, with an almost religious fervor, illuminated the profound joys of tactile engagement with one's own testicles during the act of autofellatio, and, most rapturously, the exquisite sensation of simultaneously engulfing both shaft and sac. He showcased an array of ingenious cock and ball stretchers, each designed to elevate the experience to new heights of ecstasy. With a connoisseur's precision, he demonstrated how applying weights to the dick, the balls, or both, not only intensified pleasure but, over time, promised a tantalizing gain in length. Indeed, the sagacious truth resonates: the lower the nuts descend, the more effortlessly they yield to the hungry kiss, the fervent suck, the delicate lick of a devoted tongue.

Master Jack then delved into the boundless ecstasy that anal stimulation can unleash during autofellatio, presenting an arsenal of provocative toys for the task: glistening plugs, throbbing vibrators, supple dildos, and the intimate penetration of one's own fingers. A delectable hush fell over the audience as surprise guest Self Suck Parker materialized, a living embodiment of self-devotion. He unleashed a performance of his self-sucking and self-fucking prowess that captivated and inflamed the desires of many seasoned autofellators, and those eager to explore the depths of self-fucking.

Parker initiated his display with several minutes of mesmerizing autofellatio in the cruciform X-position, a prelude to the main event. Then, with fluid grace, he rose to straddle a custom-built, padded sawhorse, an ingenious contraption he’d designed exclusively for the art of self-fucking. This was but one component of a larger, magnificent apparatus Parker had meticulously crafted, which also incorporated a bespoke piece of autofellatio furniture. A long, luxuriously padded bench invited repose, and where it seamlessly joined the self-fuck horse, a sturdy post rose, adorned with horizontal bars at varying heights. These offered perfect foot leverage for the plow position, evidently one of Parker's cherished stances.

Parker, on the verge of an imminent eruption within his own mouth, made the deliberate choice to redirect his climax to his ass. With a practiced ease, his rigid cock slipped into his 'tunnel of love,' and he began to grind himself with fervent abandon atop the padded horse. It took but moments for him to unleash a colossal, explosive load, a testament to his masterful command of self-pleasure.

• Panel Discussions

I enjoyed some of these which were led by the best of experienced lifelong autofellators:

• Autofellators Take Pride - Appreciating the sacred gift
• Living the Autofellatio Lifestyle - Loving Yourself A Lot
• All Day Autofellatio - Planning and preparing
• Autofellatio Art & Creative Practices for the Autofellator
• Autofellatio as part of the LGBTQA Community
• Spreading the ‘Autofellatio’ gospel - Attract and encourage willing candidates

Other panels, delving beyond the purely physical, explored the intricate psychological and emotional landscapes woven into the very fabric of autofellatio. One such discussion illuminated "The Mystique of Autofellatio: The Liberating Qualities of Swallowing One's Own Sperm." On stage, a lovely, middle-aged, and enviably well-hung transfemme spoke, her voice a seductive caress. "It's a deeply personal act," she suggested, her words resonating with the very core of my being, echoing my own lifelong love affair with autofellatio since childhood, as I've recounted. "It's an adventure of self-discovery and profound empowerment. Embrace your sperm… smell it, taste it, wear it as your most intimate perfume. For me, it is my most potent personal aphrodisiac; perhaps it is yours too."

Her words, infused with such raw, knowing sensuality, began to fade into a hazy, dreamlike hum as my own erection, fueled by the omnipresent gummies and the collective arousal of the room, grew to an insistent throb. The intoxicating, musky scent of my own sperm, of autofellatio, wafted up with an intoxicating lure. Overwhelmed by an aching need, I succumbed, my dick finding my mouth with practiced ease, even as others watched in a silent testament to the conclave's liberating ethos of public self-pleasure, where every act of autofellatio was an invitation to join in.

All Day Autofellatio

Upon a low-slung stage, six titans of lifelong autofellatio held court, while a privileged twelve, myself included, reclined on the plush, padded floor before them. For countless years, I have revelled in the sustained ecstasy of all-day autofellatio, and a fervent hunger for the next immersive session thrummed through my veins. The air crackled with arousal at the prospect of hearing others, equally consumed by this singular obsession, share their marathon days—the sensations, the rituals, the routines, concepts I had only ever dreamed of, or never even conceived.

Ricky, a potent presence, initiated the discourse: "Are you, like me, utterly obsessed, or merely lingering in curiosity? Raise your hands if your interest is purely exploratory." A gasp, a collective ripple of excitement: only two timid hands emerged! This thrilling revelation confirmed my suspicion: a vast majority in this hallowed space were as profoundly entangled as I. The realization itself was a potent aphrodisiac, sending a fresh wave of horniness coursing through me. Ricky then guided us through a show of hands, each indicating the number of times we had cum in our own mouths during one of these glorious, self-devouring days. The consensus, I tallied, was a luscious average of at least ten ejaculations, with some daring souls confessing to more than double that breathtaking figure!

Dicky then continued, his voice a low, knowing purr: "If I can orchestrate it, I shall carve out an entire week—seven glorious days, each dedicated to the art of all-day autofellatio. THC gummies, meticulously hoarded sperm, every beloved toy at arm's reach, and absolute freedom from all other obligations. Does this symphony of indulgence resonate with any of you?" Six hands shot skyward in unison, and mine was among them. "Then you truly know, don't you," he affirmed, "that this is a divine experience, a reverie, an unyielding obsession. Allow me to paint a vivid tableau of my sacred week:"

"It may be weeks before the perfect alignment of opportunity presents itself, but once I fixate on a specific date, the mere anticipation renders me relentlessly hard, an aching throb that accompanies my every thought. A few days prior, I commence the meticulous collection of my precious seed, carefully decanting each pearl into a small, sterile jar, which I then store in the cool sanctuary of my fridge. Each morning, as I pay homage to myself, I deposit my fresh outpouring into that burgeoning receptacle. Yet, I always ensure a generous reserve remains, enough to smear across my face, to lavish upon my throbbing cock. Oh, how I adore the scent of fresh cum, the intoxicating aroma of autofellatio, clinging to my skin.

Then, the hallowed day dawns—the first day of my autofellatio holiday. Every toy, every helpful aid I possess, has been lovingly gathered and arranged on the bedside table, a veritable altar to self-pleasure. I favor the soft, familiar embrace of my bed for my autofellatio sessions, a comforting haven where I can surrender to exhaustion when needed. I inevitably awaken rock-hard, autofellatio consuming my every waking thought. I take a potent gummy, then rise to stretch, to loosen the eager tension in my limbs, and to savor a slice of fresh pineapple. My erection, a persistent monument to my desires, barely softens during my languid stroll through the garden, where I continue to nibble on this unique fruit, knowing it will subtly enhance the flavor of my cum.

Soon, the gummy's full, blissful effect unfurls, and I return to my bed, accompanied by my laptop and my carefully collected cache of saved cum. Settling back, I bend, my lips seeking my own eager flesh, a gentle kiss, a tentative suck. I breathe methodically, expelling every last gasp of air, preparing my throat for its sublime task. The screen glows, illuminating the image of a beautifully hung transfemme, grunting with raw pleasure, deepthroating herself with practiced skill, pausing only to speak of radical self-love, and to recite this intimate poem:"

“I fold myself, a practiced bend,
Where start and finish apprehend
Each other in this sacred space,
My hunger transforms my face.
Deep in my throat is my holy creed,
Where I plant my creamy seed.”

I swirl my jar of creamy cum, watching its pearly sheen slosh and dance, a liquid promise. When I finally uncap it, the intoxicating scent billows forth, a musky, primal perfume that ensnares my senses. I plunge my eager cockhead into the viscous depths, fucking the little jar with rhythmic thrusts, coating my shaft and balls in the glistening, potent anointing. Slipping into the plow position, I let my saved sperm drip, thick and warm, down onto my face and lips, a sensual baptism. Then, with a practiced grace, I guide myself deep within, my cum-slicked snake slithering effortlessly down my throat, massaging it with each deliberate thrust, slipping, sliding, a perfect fit.

I blow with fervent intensity, vibrating the skin of my cock, producing the loudest, most guttural raspberry I can muster. My cock hums with the divine vibration, and hot, sticky cum splatters with abandon, painting my flesh. I've captured this raw, horny sputter-blowing sound during another session, a secret pleasure I often unleash at full volume in the quiet pre-dawn hours, a personal anthem of self-love. When I surrender to this explosive blow, my sperm splatters generously onto my balls and thighs, leaving me drenched, enveloped in the intoxicating aroma of my own seed. It is, unequivocally, the sacred smell of autofellatio.

• All Day Autofellatio, by me, an Autofellator


The curtain’s drawn, and outside a frantic pace

But all is cancelled to enjoy me in my sacred space.

My bed's my only continent, the sheets my only sea

There’s a fantastic voyage anxiously awaiting me.

No want for clothes or food, no need for anything,

I’m on a patient journey for the creamy sperm I bring.

A deep-throat marathon, my self-love holiday,

My cock is my comfort, I never wish to stray.

From sunrise to the sunset, I’m in my perfect fold,

A story that can only be heard as told,

By the man who is the temple, the god moving in.

My all day jizzy autofellatio shall now begin!


The morning starts, my oral connection begins with ease,

A gentle, sleepy deep-throat, carried on the morning breeze.

The first load is the richest, a thick and heavy cream,

I take it as a sacrament, waking from a spermy dream.

I don't pull out, I don't let go, but keep it buried deep,

While the promises of wondrous loads are pledges I will keep.


Darling me, the autofellator, loves a deep-throat holiday.

My hard cock is my comfort, I will never ever stray.

From sunrise to the sunset, I'm in my perfect fold,

A story that best be witnessed best or heard as told

By the man who is the temple, and the god coming in,

My all day jizzy autofellatio shall now begin!


Hours pass like minutes. I'm lost inside some zone.

My throat's a velvet holster, the best friend I have known,

Who never leaves nor lies, and always understands.

The world can have its problems and difficult demands.
I
'm solving a horny mystery that matters to my soul,

My own imagination just makes me feel so whole.

I feel the throb, the pressure build, another sweet refrain,

Then a sudden holy hurricane of thick and pearly rain.

The afternoon, a series of endless and magnificent events.

Now, the unexpected spurts leave me with little defense!

Gushing, ropy squirts of sweet and creamy bliss,

No better feeling in the whole wide universe.

Choke and swallow, laugh and gurgle, a glorious sticky mess,

A testament to pure desire and this wonderful excess!


Another load is building, I can feel it in my balls,

Answering the siren song my own throat calls.
It's my deep-throat marathon, a self-love holiday.

I’ll never leave this bed, I never wish to stray.

From sunrise to the sunset, in this perfect holy fold,

The greatest love story that has ever yet been told,

By the man who is the temple, or the god who's cumming in!

Let my all day jizzy autofellatio love now begin!

The sun is down, and the sheets are soaked

Am I wrong, or did I smell smoke?

My jaw is tired, my throat is stretched,
What’s more my face is truly drenched.

My Balls are drained and smelly.
Still,
I’m feeling complete, so ready and high.

The best of days, just me, myself and I.

• Hook-ups & New Friends

The lounges, strategically dispersed throughout the venue, were more than mere spaces; they were crucibles of connection, hotbeds for networking, fertile ground for shared experiences, whispered stories, and the fervent exchange of contact information, forging new 'friends' in the crucible of mutual desire. Autofellators mingled, chattered, and brazenly flirted, leading to a veritable explosion of hookups. Even the revered Master Autofellators seamlessly integrated with the eager attendees, patiently answering questions, occasionally forging intensely personal connections. Many, myself included, found the palpable openness both exhilarating and profoundly liberating, discovering a heightened confidence amidst this tribe of kindred spirits, all aching for the same exquisite fulfillment.

Soon after meeting Snake in one such vibrant lounge, where our mutual attraction was undeniable and the intoxicating scent of autofellatio emanating from each of us drew us close, I found myself heading with him to one of the intimate private rooms. We eventually discovered one freshly vacated, the padded floor still warm with the lingering heat of recent pleasure by a single occupant. Snake and I eagerly locked ourselves within, igniting the pre-recorded sonic soundscapes of autofellatio, then joined each other on the yielding cushions. We shared another potent gummy, and soon the blissful, amplifying effects began to unfurl. We gravitated closer, embracing, our hands instinctively finding and fondling each other's engorged cocks. "Snake, there’s something pressing,” I whispered, my voice thick with desire, "please show me. You know what I crave. Show me some autofellatio."

He offered no verbal reply, but his actions spoke volumes. With a fluid grace, he rolled onto his back, settling into a masterful X/plow position, and began to suck—steady, deep, his throat working with an almost hypnotic rhythm, punctuated by loud, resonant sputter-blows that echoed our shared anticipation. My fingers danced over his balls, kneading them gently, stroking the firm base of his dick as he continued his relentless self-devotion. I murmured words of autofellatio, a constant, erotic stream into his ear, and sure enough, he unleashed a massive, explosive load, splattering his own chest and face with his thick, creamy offering. The air filled instantly with that unmistakable, intoxicating musk—the smell of autofellatio, pure and wonderful!

• Organized Autofellatio at Ouroboros Awakening

The very air of this conclave was infused with a potent erotic charge, orchestrated by a staff comprised entirely of advanced autofellators, each dedicated to ensuring every attendee felt utterly supported, intimately heard, and profoundly respected. The atmosphere pulsed with a relaxed yet electric energy. For moments of respite and replenishment, autofellators could retreat to the opulent spas, indulging in services like deep tissue massage or communal meditation, grounding themselves before diving back into the swirling currents of desire.

I, for one, made it my mission to explore every inch of the sprawling edifice, each turn a delicious revelation, a new surprise awaiting my eager gaze. Everywhere, stunning men and captivating transfemmes strolled with an uninhibited grace, their magnificent cocks—be they bobbing, swaying, or proudly erect—hanging in glorious freedom, a constant, intoxicating visual symphony. Suddenly, without warning, an autofellator might be discovered, utterly lost in self-pleasure, deeply sucking himself on a plush cushion, standing tall, or stretched across a velvet bench, another surrendering to a messy, ecstatic orgasm. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, a dozen autofellators, each blessed with an exceptionally long cock ranging from ten to a breathtaking thirteen inches, would converge in a lounge, their massive endowments proudly displayed as they performed astonishing feats of deepthroating, pushing the very boundaries of self-pleasure.

Demonstrations...

The most feverishly anticipated events were live demonstrations, staged within two magnificent theaters, each capable of accommodating approximately sixty autofellating spectators. The floors, lavishly padded for comfort, invited attendees to recline, to suck themselves, to surrender to their desires as needed. A rotating ensemble of half a dozen autofellators graced the slightly raised, circular stage, allowing every angle of their exquisite performances to be devoured by the eager audience.

Above the stage, colossal media screens streamed live, intimate close-ups of the performers, their every nuanced movement, every subtle flex, every deep thrust magnified for collective adoration. These were not mere displays; they were breathtaking exhibitions of skill, grace, and unbridled excitement, each performer eager to showcase their unique techniques, their personal rituals of self-devotion that I, too, had come to appreciate from my own disciplined practice, as described in my prior entries. Their demonstrations were, beyond measure, incredibly arousing, a powerful inspiration that ignited countless attendees to fall into their own rhythm of self-sucking, their eyes still glued to the mesmerizing spectacle, a testament to the profound and shared obsession that bound us all within the Kingdom of Autofellatio.

Coming soon...Ouroborous Awakening - Part 5