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Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Science Fiction
Description: Five deeply erotic stories of connection in body and mind. Queer sexuality has long defied the conventional standard of sexual expression; intersecting with the tech-driven backdrop of cyberpunk, it has now rewritten the rules completely. Queerpunk, with its collection of stories that revel in a near-futuristic vision of our own time, investigates the evolution of Queer sexuality under the smog-covered umbrella of urban and technological advancement. When the human body becomes a customizable canvas, either through mechanical implants or three-dimensional internet avatars, sexuality is given even more outlets from which to evolve. As the old social order succumbs to cyberspace's commanding hand, Queer identity finds new nooks and crannies in which to root. The stories that follow--"Rescue Wounds," "Blindwire," "Upload," "The Real Thing," and "Virgin"--craft worlds in which human connection punctures cyberpunk's isolationist veil. In an otherwise impersonal and anonymous world, the bonds the characters forge through sexual expression shine a small bit of light onto the smoke, and a shred of warmth that pokes through the streams and pockets of internet data. Featuring authors Kal Cobalt, Eric Del Carlo, Sunny Moraine, R.E. Bond, and Kannan Feng, Queerpunk confronts this intersection and the question of what it means to be Queer in a world where the matter of identity has been revolutionized completely.
eBook Publisher: Circlet Press, 2010 2010
eBookwise Release Date: May 2010

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [110 KB]
Words: 24058
Reading time: 68-96 min.

I reached up and passed my hand down his chest, from shoulder to navel, and he flinched but didn't pull away. It was strange to go all that way and not feel something. I could feel but not see the tickle of pale blond hair on his chest. He barely seemed to notice, at least not until I reached between his legs and squeezed his erection through his pants. It was coming along nicely, but he yelped and lurched back like I'd done something to hurt him.

His face was burning red now, and he was hunching over to hide the erection that we both knew was there. It had been way too long since I got laid; I had bounced my last set of credits up at the brothel in Rialto. It was going to be pure Feels-Like-Real boys from the virtual reality places in Shangrila until I could pony up.

"So what got your cock so hard?" I asked conversationally. I had a feeling that if I kept it friendly, I could get what I wanted, and sure enough, he answered me.

"Your tech," he said softly. He was keeping his eyes down shyly, and that let me inch over until I was sitting close enough to feel the heat from his body, close enough to whisper in his ear.

"You ever been with a guy who had 'em before?" I said softly. He shivered and I pushed myself closer. I was beginning to get hard too, but I might still end up jerking off unless I played this right.

"No," he said, whispering the way that I was.

"Ever been with a guy before at all?" Or a girl, I could have asked. The way Laika was blushing and stammering, he might have been as virgin as his skin. I was relieved to see him nod. I'm no sap, but I didn't feel like being someone's first time in a love hotel pod.

"Well, then, we've got no problem at all," I said.

He turned his head, maybe to argue, maybe to agree, and I thought that that yes wasn't as solid as I wanted it to be. I caught his mouth up in a kiss and at the same time, I grabbed his hand and brought it up to my jacks. The motion was too clumsy to lay his fingers on the lotus jacks, and instead he wound up with his fingertips nearly inside the bigger ones. They were actually made out of metal instead of flexible bio-resin, and where the lotus jacks were just a little hotter than my skin, these could actually give you a small burn.

I fucked his mouth with my tongue, and he shyly fingered the jack, running his fingers around and around the rim. It made my skin break out into goosebumps, ticklish in a way I couldn't explain and just skating the edge of unbearable. I heard his breathing speed up, and I knew I had him.

I grabbed a handful of short blond hair and dragged him to his back to the springy foam floor. He moaned as I straddled his hips, pinning his wrists to the floor by his head.

"Virgin boy," I crooned in his ear. "Virgin boy wanna touch some hot tech?"

"Yes, yes," he murmured, too dazed to do much more than whisper. I wanted to hear him shout.

I took his left hand in my right and brought it up to my chest. It made me shudder when he trailed his fingers between the margins of resin and skin and metal and skin. When it got nearly unbearable, I pushed our bodies together hard, stifling my shudders and making us both groan.

He got braver, sliding his fingertips inside them, touching the spines that lined one, the smooth walls of another. The lotus jacks accommodate most of the connectors used by the big companies in town, but the old ones only handle a kind of combine they don't even fucking make anymore. They could give him a nasty cut if he got too brave.

"Sorry, you can't fuck 'em," I teased. "That'd make you come quick, wouldn't it?"

He groaned, shoving up against me and for a second, I thought he was going to come right there. Good dog that he was though, he bit his lip and stopped himself. He lay underneath me, panting like he had run a mile.

Pinning his hands again, I lay down square on top of him. He had a pretty mouth and I wanted to kiss it plenty before I fucked it. He whined a little, probably wanting to get at my jacks, but it was my turn. He felt good against my body and I knew from kissing it that his mouth would feel soft and hot on my cock.

I took my time with it, feeling the way that his body pushed up against mine. He wanted something that I wasn't giving him yet, and it was driving him crazy. I slid my thigh between his legs and soon he was riding it like the best little dog. I could tell that it embarrassed him, and I licked his neck, long and sloppy and wet.

"Good dog, Laika," I muttered in his ear. "Good dog..."

He thrust up hard like he wanted to buck me right off, but I knew better. He would probably cry if we stopped now. Hell, I might have cried.

I could feel that tightness low in my body and I pulled back from him, leaving my mouth feeling good and raw. He trailed wistful fingers across my jacks, but I pushed them away and stripped off my pants and boots.

I crawled up his body and positioned my crotch right over his face. That made him whimper a little, but then his hands were on my hips and his mouth was already opening for me.