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Dream COme True 1
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Dream come true
Part one of Two:
I'm walking down the stairs of the Junior College. Those 7-10
classes after work are really draining but its stimulating to keep
up with school. Not to mention the stimulus of being around all
the baby-faced boys one sees there, fresh out of high school, barely
shaving, and eager to learn!;-) My car is parked down by the pool
and I'm hoping to catch a glimpse of some smooth, streamlined swimmers
slinking about in speedos. I've often considered "accidentally"
wandering into the locker room in hopes of catching someone
taking off their bathing suit or even getting naughty in the
shower.
I pass by (nothing to see today) and tread down the
asphalt path towards my car. Ahead of me is a tall, thin youth
in shorts, a bright, orange surfer's shirt (tough yet somehow
effeminate, these recent styles!) and a black baseball cap.
He's almost six feet but his face looks about fourteen.
As I got closer, I saw he had golden blond hair under that cap, and smooth
skinned, muscular-but-thin legs with just a trace of golden down near his
shins. His chest was flat with a little cleft in the middle like a little
boy's. I felt heat stirring in my belly as blood rushed to my groin. Adrenalin
pumped into my veins as I approached him, feeling slightly giddy with
excitement.
"Could I bum a cigarette off you?"
"Sure", he said, and pulled out an extra Marlboro Light. I hate lights.
"Do you need a light?" His voice was husky, he sounded almost as nervous
as me.
"Yeah" He held up his lighter to the cig poised between my dry lips.
I felt a thrill when his hands touched mine. They were warm and soft and
he left them there just a few seconds longer than necessary.
We chatted a little about school, I wracking my brains thinking of just
the right things to say. Small talk seemed so ridiculous considering what
I *really* wanted to say to him.
"Your car down here?" I asked, veering close to him as we walked down the
endless path, trying to accidentally bump into him - just to touch him.
"No, I hafta take the bus home."
Eureka!
"Where do you live, I could give you a ride if you want."
Trying desperately to sound casual.
"Really?! That'd be really cool!. I live over by Mission High School.
I mean, if its on your way."
It wasn't. It wasn't even close.
"Sure, no problem. Its right on my way."
In the car, he sits closer to me than necessary. I put my right
hand down on the seat near him, his brushes against mine, and stays there.
I look at him and smile nervously, so does he. We attempt a little more
small talk but its just not happening.
Suddenly, he puts him hand right on top of mine and squeezes it
gently. My god you're brave! I think. I look at him, he smiles shyly,
questioning. Neither of us are pulling back so its pretty clear at
this point that we've past the danger zone. My breath is so short
I'm practically panting. I can't believe this is happening. My dick is
already completely hard, pounding against my jeans, begging to be
let out. He shifts a little closer, and I place my hand on his leg.
"I've never done this before...with a guy" he whispers.
"Me neither" I lie. Well it *seemed* like the truth. I'd never
never felt like this, never picked someone up like this - a total
stranger! - never wanted someone this bad.
"Do you want to come over to my house? No one's home." Oh
god, I hope that wasn't too forward...I hope he doesn't...
"O.K."
Oh sweet lord, *thankyou*, oh, he said O.K.!!!
Words cannot describe how grateful I was to my mother for
being out of town that night! Nor to the school I attended for
scheduling my one class on Friday night - getting out at exactly the
same time as ...
"I just realized I don't know your name!"
"I'm Nathan."
"Steven." I shook his hand with mock decorum as we got out of the car and
walked into my dark, empty mansion (or at least it seemed like one that
night!).
"Wow! That's a cool piano!" he says, seeing my beautiful, oak grand. His
voice is quivering with nervousness...or excitement...perhaps they're
the same thing.
"Thanks" I say, gently herding him towards the stairs.
"Do you know how to play it?"
"Yeah"
"Can I hear you play something?" Oh jesus, he's not chickening
out *now* is he? Besides, I don't think I'm *capable* of playing
*anything* at this point.
"Maybe later, huh Nathan? I'm kinda tense." God that sounded
dumb - I hope he doesn't think I'm an old fuddy duddy or that I'm
not in the mood...for any kind of playing.
"That's okay, is there anything I can do to help you relax?"
What a line, Nathan! My dear boy, you *are* brave!
"Sure, come into the kitchen. Do you want a beer or anything?"
"Uh..I'm only 19..."
"Oh, that's alright." Whew that was close, he's just barely legal! And
I don't mean for drinking!
We each opened a beer and went over to the couch. He sits down
right next to me and we both sit there, practically hyperventilating,
wondering what to do next.
"Want me to massage your back?" he asks, timid, sweet, concerned -
oh dear, I think I could fall hard for this boy.
"Okay"
He puts his long, skinny fingers on my shoulders, massaging so gently
I can barely feel it. I lean back into him, felling his warm breath
against my neck, his thighs pressing gently against my waist.
"Why don't you take off your shirt?" he whispers in my ear. I've
never cum in my pants before, but the feeling of his breath whispering
in my ear just about does it!
"Ok" His hands caress my back, and he sits up, sliding them down
around my front, feeling the patch of soft fur on my chest.
"You're hairy" he says playfully.
"Do you like that?"
"Yeah!" I sigh relief, my physical insecurities thrown to the
four winds. I turn around and carress both his thighs while he
continues to stroke my chest. I lean towards him until we're practically
hugging.
"Kiss me" I breathe. This was a risk, a lot of boys with a man for
the first time don't like to try this. But Nathan is all mine tonight, he
melts into me and kisses me full on the lips. I can tell he's inexperienced,
but he dives into it with total abandon, like a sky-diver. His sweet, wet
lips covering my mouth, we breathe into eachother. I want to swallow him
whole, I want to eat him alive. I put my arms lovingly around him and
feel him firm, skinny back. I put my hands under his shirt and feel that
tight, smooth skin. My fingers wander down to the elastic band of his
shorts and slide down into his underwear. He inhales sharply and continues
to kiss me deeply.
"Let's go upstairs" I whisper into his ear. Taking his hand, we walk upstairs
like two breathless children, exploring a magical castle.
"Is this your room?"
"Yeah."
"Cool paintings" he says looking around. I can see a long bulge protruding
from his shorts. I move towards him.
"Thanks" We kiss some more. "Do you like me?" he asks in that shy, sweet
voice that makes me melt like butter.
"*Yeah!*, a *lot*!"
" D'you want me to take off my clothes?" even now, I can't believe
my ears - to hear these words coming from such a beautiful boy...
"No...let me."
"OK"
I kneel down in front of him and put my hands up his shirt on his
heaving belly. I feel his belly button, and the barely detectable line of
down below it. My hands wander up to his nipples, on his perfectly flat
chest, pulling up the shirt half-way with them. I kiss his stomach gently,
darting the tip of my tongue into his belly button, moving up towards his
chest. He lifts up his arms and I pull off his shirt, sliding my hands accross
his torso. I kneel again in front of this young Apollo and wrap my hands
around his waist exploring the limits of his shorts. My hands slip down to
the proud, perky little bulge and pet it gently. Again he inhales sharply,
almost like he's surprised. I look at him and he's staring down intently,
almost ammazed at what's going on. Then he realizes I'm looking at him and
smiles.
"That feels good."
"You *are* a big boy, aren't you?" and he giggles a little.
Now I feel for his zipper and pull it down slowly. Its hard to get it
over the tip of his cock and I can feel the edge of the head as I pull it
down. My hands make love to the entire length of his legs as I pull down
those shorts. And there he stands, golden, perfect body practically
glowing with young, male sexuality, in nothing but hin white jockeys.
"My turn" he says.
Nathan took his time getting me down to my underwear, and inserted his
fingers into the little hole for peeing, halfway between my swelling balls and
the last layer of white cotton. (Does anyone actually use this feature, rather
than just pulling the underwear down and pulling it out from the top? My
mind wanders to strange topics at moments like this!)
"Jeez!, You gotta *big* one!"
"Uh huh!" tee hee.
"Can I see it?" He's almost playing like he's a little boy now,
reliving those exciting first homoerotic experiments.
"I'll show you mine if you show me yours" I play along.
We go over to my bed and sit on it my fluffy down comforter, leaning
against the wall. Nathan pulls down his underwear half way letting his
skinny, white cock pop out. I do the same. He reaches over to touch me,
sending a thrill of pleasure through me - a tiny drop of pre-cum is already
oozing out the tip. I reach over and caress his long, hard pole, massaging
the little notch just under his head, sliding down and tickling his tight,
almost hairless balls with the tips of my fingers.
Nathan leans over and tugs at my underware, so I get up half-way so he can
get them all the way off. I lie back down and he kneels over me, playing with
my dick. I pull down his underwear and pull him closer, putting my hands aroun
his backside, taking his smooth, naked cheeks in both hands. I pull him
down on top of me and we hold eachother, kissing, our dicks pressed firmly
together. He flexes his thighs and pumps against me a little, sliding our
cocks against eachother's bellies.
I roll him over onto his back and worship his body with my
hands, carressing him all over, kissing him. I kiss his neck, biting
gently (which makes him giggle) and I move down to his nipples, sucking them,
tickling them with my tongue. His turgid rod brushes gently accross my chest
as I move down to his tummy. He moans softly and I kiss a little trail, down
past his belly button, along his hip, to his thighs, moving in, licking his
inner thigh up towards my ultimate goal. I spread his legs and lick along the
crevice where his leg meets his pubic area, and then down to the wrinkly
section of skin between his balls and his asshole, working slowly up, sliding
my tongue onto his scrotum. He's really moaning now, so am I, and I lick up the
length of his dick, tracing the rim of his throbbing, hot, head with my tongue,
I wrap my lips aroung that head and take him all into my mouth. He's
practically yelling now, and I can tell he's never been sucked off before. I am
so happy to be his first. He holds my head in his hands and pushes
me down, thrusting deeper into me, I gag a little but relax my throat and
actually start to enjoy being fucked in the mouth by this hard, young penis.
I get the feeling from his motions and his voice that he's about to come, so I
pull out. "Oh, let me do it in your mouth!"
"I will" I say gently, sitting up to kiss him "But a little later...the
longer you make it last, the better it feels...take a deep breath"
He breathes, his breath shuddering in excitement.
"Do you wanna take a shower?" I ask him.
"Yeah....thanks, Steven"
"My *pleasure* , Nathan!"
"Really?!"
"Yeah! I really like making you feel good!'
"I can do it to you next...if you want."
"I'd really like that, but you don't have to, if you don't want to."
"I do."
I get the shower going pretty hot, and we stand, making out, in the
bathroom with the door closed. Something about being shut inside the
bathroom with the water running, providing a blanket of sound to
cut off the rest of the world always soothes me.. and turns me on.
We climb into the tub, massaging the water into each other's
bodies. I shampoo his hair, working up a thick lather and rub the
suds allover his chest and cock. I make my hands into a tube and
fuck his cock with my fingers all slippery from the soap. But not too
long cause a little cum starts to spurt out so I stop.
Nathan kneels down in front of me and starts to shampoo my pubic hair, and
slides slippery suds all over my dick. He turns me towards the water and
washed it off, then shuts off the water. I reach outside for a big, fluffy
towell, and Nathan takes it from me towelling me off all over, but
concentrating particularly on my painfully hard cock. He kneels down again,
still dripping wet, and licks the tip of my dick, sending needles of
pleasure/pain through me. He takes me into his mouth, gagging almost
immediately.
" Relax your throat muscles," I say, caressing his shoulders, "go slow"
He eases into it and eventually takes almost all of me, holding my balls
in his wet hand. He pumps his mouth up and down on me and I feel the hot cum
surging up in my vein, I try to hold it back as long as possible, and slow
down, holding his head to control it more. Finally I pull my aching penis out
of his wet, hungry mouth "I'm about to cum"
"Its ok, you can do it inside me."
"You sure?"
In response he grabs my waist and thrusts me deep inside him.
I start squirting my load into his throat, I can feel huge streams and gobs of
it pumping out like a fire hose, convulsing with intense spasms of pleasure,
I'm moaning and panting while Nathan's spit mixed with my
semen pours out of his mouth. He sucks me a little longer until
I'm all the way through and I pull out and kneel in front of him.
We kiss and I can taste my own cum in his mouth, we start to
french, and I suck on his salty, wet tongue.
"Your turn." I say and go down on him. His dick was barely in my mouth
two seconds before he started spurting into me, squealing with delight,
pumping hard and fast. Then collapsing, exhausted, in my arms with a
satisfied sigh.
Afterwards, we held eachother for a long time, panting in eachother's
arms, hugging our hot, damp bodies together, not even kissing but just
holding, silently thanking eachother, wondering how we'll feel tomorrow,
will we ever do this again?
I turn on the water, a little cool this time and we clean off the sticky
spit and sweat.
As we're drying off I say, "Do you want to sleep here?"
In a way this is an even more important moment than any that
preceded it. How does he feel? Does he want to stay with me? Maybe
even be lovers for a little while? For a long while? Or is he embarrassed
and disgusted, suddenly...I've seen it happen, does he just want to
forget he tried this and avoid even seeing me from now on? Will he
feel disgusted yet still come back to me just to get off, wishing
I was someone else? Or will he fall in love with me? Will I fall in love
with him....
"Sure"
And we climb, naked and dry, into bed and touch our damp hair, and
press our slowly wilting cocks together, and he turns around on his
side and I put my arm around his waist, curling up against him, my dick
starting to painfully get hard again against the crack of his soft, smooth
butt.
"Good night, sweet prince." I whisper.
"Steven...."
"Yeah?"
"Can we take another shower in the morning?"
And we sleep.
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