0 comments/ 8179 views/ 0 favorites Dream About Me By: backdoor22 It was pitch black dark that night. A flicker of lightening from the distant storm that had passed briefly heated the sky. The air was warm and damp; just enough moisture to frizz her hair between her car and his front door. He stood in the threshold leaning against the frame of the doorway. His sleeves were rolled just below his elbows. He held his arms crossed against his chest. He had the most relaxed look about him. Like he controlled the universe and nothing could go wrong. His soft eyes spilled the story he was imagining. Words would be obsolete. 'He is going to break your heart,' is all she could think as she took her last step onto his porch. He was so smug, a true Casanova for sure. She loved every bit of his arrogance and she had no idea why. He tugged the back ribbon of her blouse as she brushed by him. It shimmered to the ground. She turned to face him and cocked her brow as if to say, 'Oh so you wanna play? Come get me baby I can handle what ever you want to do to me.' He blankly starred right into her soul. He waltzed into the kitchen and poured her a shot of Jack just like she liked it: hot. She drank it like a fish. He was a beer man, which matched his attitude oh so well: mellow and smooth. He wouldn't dare drink from the bottle though, had to have a glass, but that just added to his character. He led her through the living room passed his flat screen TV and brand new couch. His home was immaculate, quite decadent indeed. She followed him down the hall into his room. To her surprise they didn't stop there. He had to show off the entirety of his estate, fit for a queen. Slick bastard. It drove the ladies wild. The Whirlpool Jacuzzi alone was enough to make any girl fall in love. He was a grand seduction artist indeed. The way he went about things had her head over heels. She knew better than to have these feelings for him but she couldn't help herself. He made her positively giddy. They retraced their steps and sat together on the couch. They had spent nearly an hour in each other's company before he ever touched her. But when he did it set her on fire. She positioned herself oh so carefully onto his lap. She didn't straddle him though, not yet. He raped her body with his eyes, begging for permission to devour her. She leaned into him and gave him the answer he had been waiting for. He reached out to taste her. The softness of his lips shook her to her core. His caress was so oddly familiar. He was so gentle with her. Not once did he step out of line. He offered a feeling of both entrapment and security. A twister of emotions she simply couldn't resist. He placed warm kisses on her cheek bone. His eyes forced bursts of feelings into her soul. She wanted so badly to be cautious but with each moment she fell deeper into him. She was hesitant to let herself go but the intrigue of temptation had overcome her. She surrendered to him completely. He slowly loved every inch of her goddess like body. He neglected nothing. They made their way into the bedroom in no hurry at all. They had the whole evening to lose their selves to each other. He didn't treat her like the cheap tawdry one time extasidic journey she was. He was good at what he did (seducing women) right down to the Egyptian cotton draped across his bed. It's an amazing feeling to know what you're getting yourself into and still yearn for heartache. Damn it felt so good to let the rules go for just one night; slip into another dimension with this beast. It was so dangerous and so fulfilling. 'But don't lose yourself completely,' she thought. 'You have to remember he doesn't love you, not really.' He didn't stammer to lift her onto the bed with one swoop of his arm. He had this thing for eye contact which only intensified the situation. There was nothing he could tell her that she wouldn't believe and nothing he could ask of her that she wouldn't do. Why the fuck did it have to be so good? There is no way she would be able to forget this tomorrow. She would eventually see him again and long for another blissful evening such as this one. He rocked her body with a slow tease. She wanted so badly to stand out over all the others. She wanted to do something different, something he would remember above everyone, something to make him lust for her as she lusted for him. She could do nothing. He had taken over every bit of her. She was paralyzed: body and soul. She took in a deep breath and let herself go. She decided to live for tonight. Sure tomorrow would come, but why let tomorrow ruin right now. Open yourself to the moment and embrace it with passion. She wrapped her legs around his waist and forced his body onto hers. He intertwined his hands with hers and leaned down to nibble at her neck. Her skin was like silk. She was so young and full of life. They were exactly what each other needed. His body on top of hers was all she could take. She could wait no longer. He hovered over her curves. He grabbed a fistful of her golden brown locks and gave the slightest, gentlest tug. He put his lips on hers, but he didn't kiss her, merely a tease in the moment. She pulled at the buttons on his shirt. She had to have him now. He slid his shirt down his back exposing his chest to her. The excitement sent a cum stream down her thigh. He buried his face in her cleavage. His hands ran across her waist, onto her hips, under her blouse, and felt the relief of her skin. They traveled up her spine and slipped the polyester over her head and carelessly slung it to the floor. He looked down over God's perfection. Her breasts set so wonderfully in that black lace. Nothing could be more beautiful. She unsnapped the one thing keeping him from her intimate flesh. Lust filled the room. He didn't hesitate. He didn't quiver. He didn't breathe. He grabbed the cuffs of her jeans and jerked them off with one quick motion; no panties, exactly what he needed to see. His pants fell to the floor. He leaned over her and put his nose to hers. He glared into her eyes giving her one last chance to turn away; one last chance to change her mind. She didn't flinch. She dove straight into him with all of the passion and emotion that possessed her. Her soft bite tingled on his lips. She stroked his cock with a force that demanded he be inside of her. His body obeyed her commands. With one smooth motion he gave her the thrust she had been craving. She sighed in delight. He was even more than she had imagined. His thickness throbbed in her tight little cunt. She couldn't possibly be any more gorgeous if she tried. Each stride brought him closer to the edge. He put his arms under her shoulders and lifted her up onto his lap. She squeezed her legs tightly around him to shove him in a little deeper. He drew in a breath as if it would be the last one he would ever take. She pushed him down onto his back and arched herself on top of him. His toes curled with joy. His muscles twitched with each jolt that she sent surging through his body. Watching her breasts dance made him flutter inside her. The squeeze of her walls pushed him to the brink of climax. He could hold back no longer. He slammed her hips down on top of him one final time. Cum dribbled in and out of her pussy lips as he panted with relief. A slick little grin of accomplishment blew across her face. She laid her head on top of his chest and listened to his heart rate calmly slow back to normal. He rested his limp hands on her lower back as he regained his strength, as the blood poured back into the rest of his body. She closed her eyes so tightly, trying to hold on forever. But she caught herself before she fell. She slid down off of him and off of his bed. She glanced back over her shoulder as she stumbled into her clothes, watching him watch her with his head propped up on his hand. She could only imagine what he could possibly be thinking right now, when her own head was a jumble of mystery, worry and disbelief. "Stay," He asked. As bad as she wanted to, she knew better. She shook her head no. He walked her out to her car but caught her by the arm before she got away. He drew her in close to him and kissed her one last, long kiss goodnight. She looked up into his eyes trying to find her breath. "Dream about me," he said. And then he gave his little playboy wink and turned and walked away, back into his castle of secrets. Dream About Sucking Your Own Cock? This is three episodes that were removed from the story "Bastille Day" about group sex at two French nudist resorts. As I was reviewing the chapters for submission, I decided that some readers might not appreciate what had developed in the original draft. Maybe I was wrong. Certainly the two young women in the story had no problem with it. Sans, short for San-culotte, his user name on Literotica, was an older man, like the first person narrator. Readers of "Bastille Day" will recognize the following passage. In that story, it stops after the narrator says: "A great international men's secret." The women then agree that they had better suck their cocks, before the discussion continues, but it does below. The four of them are just finishing a quadrangle of oral sex: "Uhn!" Marge almost bit my cock, her body jerking like Anna's had, and the wet sounds were not just from my tongue; Sans was also trying to lap up all of Marge's juice. We all relaxed with long, deep, sighing moans. My cock was still in Marge's mouth, no longer so sensitive, and wilting slowly. Her tongue moved gently on it, as though she were sucking her thumb. I had to snort at the thought that that was good practice for girls as an introduction to cock-sucking. And what for boys, as an introduction to pussy-licking? Nothing occurred to me; they also just sucked their thumbs - but not as an introduction to cock-sucking. Oh, the sucking for both boys and girls was really only about nursing; have to remember to suck Anna's and Marge's breasts, but I still liked the idea that girls/women naturally liked to suck on something like their thumb. My cock probably wasn't much bigger than mine, when I rolled back, and it slipped from between Marge's lips. She gave a slightly disappointed sounding little moan, and then snorted and murmured: "You took it away from me. I was just sucking my thumb, well, that occurred to me, just nice to have in my mouth." "Hm-hm-hmm! Just what I was thinking; it felt like that, and that girls must just naturally like to suck cocks." The others chuckled. Anna replied cheerfully: "I do." "You sure do, thank you," Sans remarked. "Me too," Marge agreed, snickering. We all chuckled again and moved around on the bed, lying with our heads on the pillows. It was almost dark outside and darker in the room. I remarked: "You two really like to do it." "Um-hmm," Marge agreed. Anna remarked: "You would too. Oh, I mean, not like that, ... but, well, ... of course men like you don't, but why shouldn't you? Boys also suck their thumbs." Sans snorted sharply. I would have, if I hadn't already thought about that. Marge remarked: "You don't mind that we like to do it to each other." "Oh no," Sans agreed: "better than women who don't, more adventurous and, ... well, I don't know, but I like that you do." "We do too," Anna replied, and then we were silent. The women were lying between us, as usual. I put my outside hand to my mouth and put my thumb in it, experimenting with sucking and licking it. Nice. Was I thinking about sucking a cock? Of course, I must have been, no problem sucking all of my thumb in my mouth. Suddenly Marge, next to me, asked: "What are you doing?" Had she seen me, or heard me sucking. She certainly did when I pulled it out and murmured: "Sucking my thumb. Can't remember when I last did." Soft snickers. Then we heard Anna noisily sucking hers, humming. Then she made it pop loudly as she drew it out and said: "Good, but not as good as a cock." "I'll take your word for it," I replied, feeling my cheeks flush. "Um-hmm," Sans agreed, and we were silent again. I wondered what to think about our conversation and wondered what the others were thinking. Were the women telling us that they thought we could suck each other's cock? There, I thought that! They didn't seem bothered by the idea, like we weren't bothered by their licking each other's pussy. What was Sans thinking? The silence continued, then he asked softly: "Have you ever dreamt about sucking your own cock?" Surprised snorts from Marge and Anna - and from me. I had. Had he? Must have, to ask that. "Um-hmm, guess you have too, tried to in a dream, a couple of them." "Um-hmm. Hm-hmm! Just trying to." "What men dream about!" Marge remarked. "You couldn't," Anna murmured. "No," Sans agreed: "of course not, but somehow close enough for it to seem like I almost could." "Um-hmm, something like that. Hm-hmm! Must have been a foot long, longer; I was getting close, thinking I could, but never did." "Really?" Marge asked: "Don't think girls have dreams like that." "I haven't. And you both had dreams about that?" Anna added. "A great international men's secret," I replied. Chuckles, maybe nervous chuckles from Sans and me, apprehensive of where the conversation was going. Marge said: "If you wanted to have your cocks sucked - that kind of a dream - you didn't need to try to do it yourselves. You couldn't, anyway. Or were they really about wanting to?" "I'm pretty sure," I replied: "I remember thinking that leaning down like that wouldn't let me lick it where it felt best." "You really wanted to suck it, not just have it sucked?" she asked. "Um-hmm," Sans agreed. "Maybe in your dreams you had to make it your own, the taboo against admitting that you were thinking about doing it with a cock you could reach," she replied. After a few moments, he sat up in the dark and murmured: "No time like the present, and no better place and company. I want to, if you don't object?" "Then I will, too." "After I do." As he began to move down the bed and across the women's legs, I almost held my breath, and seemed like they also were. They moved their legs so that I could let him crouch between mine. We were really going to do it! The decision was a relief after all the tension of wondering where the conversation was taking us. I wanted to. As I had said, I knew that I would like it, just the great hurdle of admitting it. Better than sucking my thumb, like Anna had said. But my cock sure wasn't anticipating this, not yet! Oooh! His hand found my balls and cock in the dark. Thank goodness that it was so dark; I didn't want to watch him. His fingers raised my soft cock, his breath on it, and then it was in his mouth! Just like in Marge's or Anna's, no, my foreskin was still covering my small knob, hardly a knob. Forget that it's him doing it! I drew a deep breath. It still seemed like the women were holding theirs. Of course, he knew what to do. Was he enjoying it? I would be; I will be. Oh! Marge had reached over and rubbed my chest. She wanted us to, thinking I needed reassurance? Couldn't hurt, but if he did, I wanted to. All the way?! Of course. Did he want to? Oh, now he could lick my knob, and suck. "Mmmm!" He must have been good at sucking his thumb as a child, and he had learned everything Marge and Anna did, also his daughter. Anyone else? Oh yes! He was doing it with all their skill. Right! He knew better than they did what it was feeling like for my cock, and must be enjoying it. Thanks, Marge, for helping us admit that we want to. I hoped it didn't take too long; I wanted my turn. But I had just come so good; it could take longer. Was his cock aroused, like mine was when I was licking a pussy; like the women's pussies were, when they were sucking my cock, sometimes fingering themselves? Not with that hand! It was fondling my balls, still loose enough to move. He really wasn't being tentative about doing it. What did it feel like to fondle another man's balls? I would find out. Oh, he was stretching the skin of my sack. He didn't have to do that to prolong my orgasm, so he must be enjoying sucking my cock - all the way? "Good! But only as much as you want; I'll warn you." He shook his head. I murmured: "I will too." He nodded. For a minute or two, maybe less, I thought about how my cock must feel in his mouth, but then I was only aware of the arousal of my cock, and also Marge's hand rubbing me. She knew the slight twitches of my body were a sign of my increased arousal. I tried to control my hips to avoid thrusting too deep in his mouth. He hummed on my cock, like they did, making it better. He had better really want it! I was going to! His fingers were scratching the base of my cock behind my tight sack. He moaned at the same instant my cock spurted, and again and again. Had he felt my ejaculations with his fingers before they shot in his mouth? No wonder Anna and Marge liked to do it to each other, knowing exactly how it was feeling for the other. Another spurt! More than I expected after before. Had he done it so good, or was it the extra arousal from our agreeing to do it to each other? He had liked it, humming and again fondling my balls. Would his cock be already aroused when I started? No one said anything as we had changed places - thank goodness! His cock was more aroused than mine had been: I could find it with my tongue and sucked in my mouth. Yes, it was just like I had anticipated, like I had imagined it must feel for the women, when my cock was in one of their mouths. So glad we had agreed to try it! Not his cock or him, but the feeling of a cock in my mouth. Anna had been so right, much better than sucking my thumb! My thumb didn't twitch or surge like his cock did. So good to feel that it was feeling so good for him. Almost reluctantly, when his sack drew up, I caught a fold of skin and started to loosen it; I didn't want to wait to know what it would be like when he came in my mouth, when his hips twitched. His sack was loose, and then I remembered having wondered what it would be like to fondle another man's balls. How could I have forgotten before? It just felt so natural to do so, felt just like fondling mine. Even nicer? But now, make him come, make his cock twitch and surge, his hips twitch, and then ...! I was looking forward to his orgasm as much as Anna or Marge would have! "Uhnn! Uhnn! Uhnn!" And "uhnnn!" and another little spurt, just on my tongue. To hell with worrying about what others might think about men sucking cock! I raised my head, trying to contain the creamy fluid in my mouth. No difference from tasting my own when one of them kissed me, just a lot more, but that only confirmed that I had done it as good as I had wanted to. Hopefully, I had given him as much. I swallowed, and again. We had done it! As I clambered back over Marge and Anna, to where he had been lying, Marge reached over and touched me, murmuring: "I'm proud of you both, that you dared to." "We wanted to," Sans replied. "We did, more than we could have admitted without your help." "Um-hmm, thank you. Daphne is not going to hear about this, but it was as good, my dreams finally fulfilled." "Yes! Thank you," I agreed. Anna reached over and rubbed my chest and murmured: "I knew you would like it, better than sucking your thumb." "I did too, much better." We all chuckled. Sans scramble down and drew up the covers, and we rolled together, Marge and Anna embracing with Sans and my arm around each of them, holding a breast. We dozed off, but soon loosened our so close embrace, finding new positions and dozing off again. I didn't dream about trying to suck my own cock. This time - whoever's cock it was - it was in my mouth and felt good, but then it faded away, like the feeling of holding something in one's hand in other dreams, still feeling it there as one recognizes that it is just a dream, half awake, but then one's hand is empty. More than just half awake, I admitted that I wanted to do it again, if he wanted to. Hoping he did, I dozed off again. Four people in bed together is a little crowded, pleasantly, of course, but when I woke up, I knew that I couldn't just roll over and close my eyes again and go to sleep. Besides, it was dawning, and we had gone to sleep fairly early. "Hmm" I snorted, as it suddenly came back to me what we had done. Had I dreamt that I had done it again? Seemed like it. Whatever? He'd done it too, and Marge and Anna had liked that we had. We had too! I heard him snort, and then heard the women show that they were also awake, both with an "um-hmm." He snorted again and murmured: "We did it." "Um-hmm," I agreed, and the women also agreed. We moved around, he and I on our sides facing the women, giving them space to lie on their backs. Anna smiled at me and then at him. Marge also smiled at us, remarking: "You did. Good morning. Hope you still like that you did." He and I glanced at each other with slight smirks, nodding, and replied together: "I do." Smiles and soft chuckles. Anna replied: "I do too." "Like we like that you do," I murmured, fondling her breast. "Um-hmm," Sans agreed. Marge chuckled again and repeated my words: "Like we like that you do. I think it is nice that you were bold enough, honest enough to do it." "You were bold enough; I might not have been," I said to Sans: "but I liked that you were. Hmm! And liked it. ... Of course, that you did, at least as good as they do, but I meant that I liked doing it too." "And also at least as good as they do. Now we know why they do." "Yes!" We raised our heads and exchanged somewhat wry smiles. They looked back and forth at us, and all of us snorted at our open admission that we had liked it. Marge chuckled and remarked: "Then you'll probably want to do it again. No problem." He and I exchanged glances, snorting with the slightest of smiles. Anna snickered and remarked: "But don't forget about us; we want to, too, and more." We all chuckled, and he fondled one of Marge's breast, while I fondled Anna's other one and leaned closer and kissed her, getting her tongue thrust in my mouth. He also kissed Marge, but then glanced at me with a snicker and murmured: "If they want us to, ... before we have second thoughts?" "Hm-hmm! Not me; I think I dreamt about it. Couldn't have been mine." "Hmm!" He smirked with a nod. "You and your dreams!" Marge remarked with another chuckle. "Guess I want to," I murmured. "Me too," he replied softly, just nodding with serious expression. "I said so first; come here." As I slid back to kneel at the side of the bed, I was a little surprised at my response, but it was obvious what - how - I wanted to do it. He only hesitated for a moment and then slipped from under the covers, replying as he came around the bed: "Um-hmm, I will too; want to, too." I was still surprised at myself, feeling again that Anna and Marge were holding their breath; we were going to do it again and they could watch! Too late to worry about that now; he was sitting down in front of me, spreading his legs. His cock was hanging on his balls, maybe a little longer than it had to be, but still covered by his foreskin - not like in the night. I hadn't touched it with my hand, just his balls. Only one way to get it in my mouth, before his foreskin retreated further, the head of his cock with its little slit appearing. Were they still holding their breath, waiting for me to? My fingers slipped under his cock, and I lowered my head. Did I push his foreskin back; or did it slip back by itself as his cock grew? Oh yes! I wanted to do it again, and if they wanted to watch me do what they also liked to do, I hoped they enjoyed themselves. For sure, I was not going to look up at him, like they did when they sucked my cock! This wasn't anything personal, intimate between him and me, just that we both had discovered that we liked to suck a cock. Did he want to watch me? Would I want to watch him? Nice stiff cock, and I could fondle his balls before his sack drew up, also nice - for him too, like it was when someone fondled mine. Maybe we wouldn't do it again; I had to experiment. What did it feel like to have it deeper in my mouth than it had been the night before? Staring at his pubic hair, I slowly experimented. "Uhnng!" I wasn't going to be as venturesome as Anna had been, even before she had actually swallowed the head of my cock. But he was moaning. I also would have been. Oh, his sack was already just a tight ball of wrinkles. I just held the firm knob of his cock, caressing it with my tongue. It twitched. Oooh, the salty taste of precum. I held my tongue still, better expressed, I controlled its reflex to keep caressing, and caught a wrinkle of his sack with my finger tips. "Um-hmm," he agreed. Of course; we both knew what it was like for each other. With my fingers' help, his sack loosened. No hurry; I wanted it to be all slack again, to be able to jostle his balls; that felt so good. When I could, I was suddenly surprised - very surprised - to hear Anna's voice: "Suck one of them." Did I want to? If we didn't do it again, the only chance to? Before I could decide, he murmured: "I will too." I nodded with an "un-hnn" and raised my head. His cock slipped from my mouth, and I crouched lower, now pleased that she had encouraged me to do something I otherwise wouldn't have. But before my mouth was near the ball that my fingers were going to push in my mouth, Marge remarked: "Oh, isn't it lovely, handsome!" Shit! They could watch, but didn't have to comment. "Oooh, yes!" Anna agreed, adding: "So purple. Should have looked before." Was I supposed to suck his ball or look at his cock? His ball could wait. The head of his cock really was purple, not just bluish pink like mine would have been - at least, when I saw it when I was by myself. Was it darker, like his, when it was being sucked? Never got to see it; either it had stayed her mouth, or she was climbing up over me to have it in her pussy. Marge replied: "Um-hmm, like a ripe plum, nice ripe plum." She was right! And plums had a little seam, like his cock from my viewpoint. I had never seen one so close up - plums, of course, not a cock. It was "lovely, handsome." Mine too? I couldn't resist licking it to make it twitch. "Yours, too, just as handsome," she added. She really did understand men! I glanced over to acknowledge her remark and saw that they were sitting together, leaning against the headboard, with their knees up and their hands down between their thighs. They were enjoying themselves - as best they could. They both nodded with smirks. Then Anna snorted with a grin and said: "Oh! There's a German song, ... uh, goes like this: 'In the garden the plums are all ripe, all ripe, hanging full and stiff.' Rhymes in German." "Reif, steif," Marge explained with a grin. I looked back at his cock, at his purple plum, wondering how he felt about this interruption. His purple cock wasn't as shiny as it had been, but his sack was very slack in my fingers. He snorted with a snicker and remarked: "Oh, that's good, just like a French slang for it: 'prune,' a plum. Of course, not the wrinkled ones the English word means." We all had to laugh, and I did look up at him, our eyes meeting, not the problem I had been worried about, especially when he said to them: "Stop distracting us; I want to do it too." "So, suck his ball," Anna replied. With another glance at his now no longer so shiny "plum," I did. Hadn't I wanted to all along? While I was enjoying holding it in my mouth and caressing it, feeling the few hairs on his sack, I realized that my hand had grasped his cock. How, when had that happened? Felt just like mine - of course. And I could move his skin up and down, like I did with mine. Nice, and nice for it, of course. It needed a little encouragement after their having interrupted what I was doing. I sucked and caressed his ball for longer than I intended, while my hand moved on his cock, pulling his skin up over the ridge of his plum. Fun, nice. I wanted to see that before I sucked his plum again. This was being a lot more fun and interesting than I had expected. He hummed, apparently in agreement, and I did, admonishing myself for not having thought to do so before, since I knew that it felt good. Dream About Sucking Your Own Cock? I released his ball and raised my head, watching my hand push the roll of his foreskin up over the ridge of his plum, that was now almost shiny again. I heard him hum again, and did look up at his face. He grinned wryly and said: "I want to, too, everything." His plum disappeared in my mouth, and my hand squeezed his cock. Oh yes! I was going to fuck him with my hand and mouth! Maybe a little more experimenting, but only to make him come - and to suggest what "everything" he should do. This wasn't going to be the only time we did it, not if I had my way. I didn't really experiment much, maybe more with my fingers at the base of his cock after his sack tightened again, scratching, scratching closer to his asshole. They didn't get there, despite his hips beginning to rock, making it more accessible, as his cock twitched and surged in my mouth. Fuck it! I hummed, and he moaned and groaned, and then grunted, and his cock spurted! Better, more than before, and that had been good! We both moaned. His cock twitched when my tongue caressed it, and he gave a sharp, pained sounding "uhnn!" "Hn-hnn!" It had been that good. He'd better do "everything" too. I swallowed and raised my head, and swallowed again, looking at his purple plum. "Um-hmm," he murmured, and I rose up, a little stiff from kneeling so long. My stiff cock was bobbing. He hummed at the sight of it. Marge and Anna also did, maybe at the sight of both our cocks. I glanced over and saw that now they now had their hands on each other's pussy, with their other hand on the other one's. Marge grinned and said: "Too arousing to just watch." "Um-hmm," Anna agreed. Sans stood up and gestured for me to sit down. I did, watching him drop to his knees. Actually, I was watching his still stiff cock bobbing. Then mine was in his mouth, and I couldn't see his. Anna murmured: "We don't have to watch them." I glanced over and saw Marge nod, and that they began to move to lick each other's pussy. No need to watch them either. I looked down at Sans, at the top of his head. Now I had no problem watching him, another man, suck my cock; I had. He would do it just as good and enjoying doing it as much as I had. He did. When he stopped to suck one of my balls, my plum wasn't as purple as his had been, but darker than I remembered having seen it and just as shiny. It stayed shiny, as his hand moved up and down on my shaft, since we weren't disturbed by the women's comments, but they had helped us - again had helped us - to accept that we wanted to enjoy sucking each other's cock. I glanced over at them, seeing that their hands were deep between each other's hips. I hummed in appreciation for what I imagined they both were feeling, Sans hummed in response, not knowing that mine hadn't been in response to what he was doing, but it should have been, and I moaned again. A man's deeper hum buzzes on one's ball or cock better than women's higher pitched hums. I forgot them, except for thinking that when Sans and I did it again, we weren't going to do what they were with our hands. And then I forgot everything but what he was doing - "everything," like he had promised. I guess that a man can't really suck a cock better than a woman can, but it is more arousing to know that he knows exactly what the cock was feeling. And it is more arousing to know that he wants to have his mouth filled with another man's semen. He wanted me to, and I wanted to. God! It was good! Better, more, because of those thoughts?! Couldn't tell Anna and Marge that it was. But they were moaning, their hips twitching. Was it being better for them for the same reasons? I hoped so. I snorted at the recognition that I was suggesting that same gender oral sex could be better. No, it didn't have to be. Oh, Sans was looking up at me, smiling with my cock still in his mouth. It slipped out, and he swallowed, and again, now smiling wryly, licking his lips. I returned his smile, murmuring: "Everything, like you said." "Um-hmm." I wasn't going to thank him for it, and didn't want his thanks. I glanced over at the the women, and he did, and we watched them share their orgasms. As they recovered with moaning sighs, I felt him grasp my knees and stand up. His cock was hanging longer than his balls, all moving as he stepped away. Mine were hanging just as loose. He nodded towards the bathroom. I nodded towards the women, and we waited for them to recover. "Who needs men?" one of them murmured. Sans and I glanced at each other with smirks, and I replied: "Who needs women?" Snickers, and then Marge looked up and replied: "You both had better, and we need you, too. "Just a joke," I replied, adding: "We have to go, before Anna has to say it." She raised her head and replied: "Oooh, I do too," and began to get up. *** The following was in Sans' room after the second outing to Avignon. In the revised version, they catch up on the news on San's laptop, with Anna sitting on his lap. In the first draft, during their second "picnic," while Anna and Marge are sucking their cocks, the men fondle each other's balls, confirming/reassuring that they were comfortable with what they had done. Of course, the women notice, which probably leads to Marge's suggestion here in the first draft. We had a second glass, emptying the bottle. As the level in our glasses went down, I felt that our conversation was becoming a little forced. None of us could not have been think about what we might do, when they were empty. Before Marge took her last sip, she glanced at Sans and then at me and murmured, softer than she had spoken before: "If you want to do it again, I wouldn't mind." Anna looked a little disappointed but nodded. Sans and I looked at each other, both obviously a little surprised by Marge's suggestion, but not shaking our heads. Marge must have seen our expressions, that we hadn't immediately rejected her suggestion. She took a deeper breath and added: "Since you both dream about it, doing to yourselves, I think you would like doing it together, trying to make it feel like you were." Sans and I exchanged even more surprised expressions, but we still didn't shake our heads. Anna murmured to Marge: "You want them to?" "We like to make it feel like that. Nice." Anna nodded. Sans and I glanced at each other again. If he wanted to? Of course, dreaming about sucking my own cock was about feeling it both ways, even if Marge had suggested the night before that maybe it wasn't just about my sucking my own cock. What was the difference, if he sucked it so that it felt like I was, and I sucked his. Even if it didn't feel like that, it would still feel good. He and I exchanged wry smiles. "If you want to?" he murmured. "If you do?" "If she wants us to?" "She's right." We both nodded. I could imagine that Marge looked pleased, Anna probably less so, but we didn't look at them as we moved to lie down, just aware that they were getting out of our way. Maybe having had a couple of glasses of wine - after what we had before and at dinner - was a good thing. It was a lot more intimate curling up together, my head on his thigh and his on mine, and our stomachs touching. And our cocks were less aroused than they had been that morning or the night before. Did he also snort as he took my soft cock in his hand, like I was with his? We moved our heads forward, and then they were in each other's mouth. Nothing arousing about their being there, just a funny feeling soft something that our tongues moved. Sucking my thumb? Softer than it was, but not for long. Suck. What to do with my arm, hand? With Anna or Marge, I might have found her breast. Oh! His hand now on my hip, the only other place for it. If we were going to do it like Marge wanted? I hoped so. My hand slid up on his hip. He didn't have to hum to confirm that he liked that it had. It couldn't be more intimate than this! She wanted us to. Oooh! Sucking! Felt good on my stiffening cock, and his - better than my thumb. And that my tongue could caress his little slit. Oh, it was going to be good, not just his little slit to lick, now his whole knob, plum. And he was licking mine. Was his already plum-colored? Nice round plum! Like his ball had felt in my mouth. Thanks, Marge, for talking us into this. Didn't we both want to? It sure felt like he did, his cock twitching in my mouth; and mine, in his. We did - and maybe able to make it feel like we were sucking our own cock? Which one of was trying to lick and suck like the other one was? We both were. "Uhnn!" It did feel like I was doing it to myself, but I couldn't be, but it felt like it. We both hummed. It felt like that for him too? It must, if it did for me, and both now moaning softly together. Our dreams coming true! The mattress moved. What were they doing? A back against mine. We hadn't left much space for them; I moved closer to him, and the back followed me. Our stomachs now really pressed together, feeling them press more, as we inhaled together. More movement behind me, and for a couple of breaths, I lost the feeling of sucking my own cock. A hand brushed my shoulder. Whose ass behind me? It took another breath or two before we returned to the sensation of sucking our own cocks. Did they feel like they were licking their own pussies? Oooh! His fingers were rubbing the base of my spine. Shit! Did we want to do that too?! If he wanted to. My fingers rubbed him there. He did! His fingernails scratching lower. Mine did. We both hummed more emphatically with our next breath. Okay! He nodded, and I did. This time my fingers were first to scratch further, but only for an instant; his followed. "Uhnn!" Rubbing me there! He nodded. I hoped he liked how it felt for his fingers on my twitching asshole; mine then did on his. But not in it, I thought, appreciating that his also just rubbed. Both of us nodded and hummed. We had to find our "sucking-my-own-cock" again and did, now on a much more aroused level. Our hips began to rock, also finding the same tempo. My cock fucking in my mouth? It felt like it! I wanted to make it come, to feel it spurt in my mouth and taste my own semen. So arousing! Too arousing to continue making it feel like that. I was too eager to have my orgasm, my hips rocking faster, and his also did. Not mine, his cock thrusting in my mouth. I wanted it to spurt and to taste his semen. And it felt like he wanted mine to, also sucking and licking better. If we couldn't make it feel like we were still sucking our own cocks, could we make each other come at the same time? We almost did, one of us spurting just a moment before the other one did. Deep groans! Because we were coming? Or because we liked that the other one was? Wasn't it about the same thing, wanting to suck our own cocks and have an orgasm? The back of the hand behind my shoulder rubbed me. Had it been so apparent that we had our orgasms? It must have been. They had wanted us to, like we had, making it feel like we were sucking our own cocks. I sucked and caressed his cock, more aware of tasting him again, and he did the same. Nice, that he also wanted to do that. Our cocks softened. Still nice to gently suck, more like sucking my thumb, and feeling him suck. Still like sucking my own cock? Behind me, there was more movement. Sans and I nodded, continuing to enjoy each other's wilting cock as we heard and felt Marge and Anna have their orgasms. We all lay there, sighing. The hand brushed my shoulder again. After few more sighs, we all snorted. At least, it sounded like all four of us did. Then Marge murmured: "Was it good?" Sans and I nodded, letting each other's now small cock slip out. We snorted and nodded again and replied together: "It was." "Thanks, for you too, I hope," I added. The hand brushed me again. I heard hums and then Anna's voice:" "Very, but not as good as this afternoon." "Hmm?! I'm not sure," Sans replied, snickering as he rubbed my hip. "You're getting too good at," Marge remarked. "Um-hmm, maybe" I agreed, rubbing his hip. He nodded on my thigh. I nodded and said: "Before Anna says it." We all chuckled and rolled apart and went to the bathroom. Anna did have to go, using the shower while Marge used the toilet, and Sans and I again hung our cocks over the edge of the basin. Without washing, we returned to the room and all wanted a long drink from the water bottle. It was still fairly early, but now darker; nothing else to do but go to bed. Anna and Marge were between us again, all of us looking up at the ceiling. Anna asked softly: "Like Marge wanted, like doing it to yourselves?" "Hmm? I thought so," Sans replied. "It was," I agreed, adding: "Better." "Um-hmm! To be too honest," he agreed." "Um-hmm." "I don't think we should let you do that again," Marge replied. "It was your idea," I remarked. "But just so you could find out." "Oh, we did, didn't we?" he replied. "Hm-hmm! Better than she could imagine." "More reason for not letting you do it again," she replied with a chuckle. I snorted and said: "Just so you know, sort of a challenge." "If you dodn't do what I did," Anna replied. We all chuckled, and Sans and I both replied emphatically: "We won't!" We all chuckled again. After a moment's silence, Sans said: "I think we've found out enough about what our dreams could have been like." "Um-hmm," I agreed immediately, liking his implication that we not do it again. Did Anna reach down and hold his cock, like Marge did mine, who snorted and replied: "That's good, then they are ours." I nodded. Maybe only then did Anna hold his; he snorted and replied: "Any time, ... well, almost anytime, depending on what you want to do with them." We all chuckled again. Anna replied: "Just like to know they're there, ... for now." *** The last time in the first draft. In the revised version of chapter 13, they spend the day making contact with the other flash mob participants, but in the draft, this is what happens. Actually, I have forgotten what we did after breakfast; any recollection of the forenoon wiped about by what happened after lunch. I think we had agreed on something to do, but after we had left the restaurant, away from other people, Sans stopped walking and glanced at me, hesitating for a moment, glancing at Marge and Anna, then at me again, and said softly: I want to do it again. You don't have to." Maybe the others also caught their breath. Anna and Marge glanced back and forth at each of us. I drew a deep breath and replied: "If you want to. Last chance. I will too." He looked relieved, and I was; I also wanted to, relieved that he had suggested it. Marge and Anna nodded with understanding little smiles. Marge remarked: "If you want to, why not? ... Want us to watch?" "We probably wouldn't, anyway," Anna responded. We all nodded with easier smiles. Marge remarked: "Then have a nice nap. We'll find the others." "And if they ask where we are?" I asked. Marge thought a moment and answered: "Checking your emails." "I need to," Sans agreed with a nod, giving me a slight smile. That settled that we would go to his room. With wry smiles, we parted. On the way to his room, he repeated: "You don't have to." "Just was pleased that you suggested it. I do too." "Check our emails," he replied with snort. We didn't glance at each other. A step or two later, he remarked: "No one ever did it like she does; just forgot about everything else: here, with whom, English." "Um-hmm! Like that! Hmm! Don't try; I'm not going to." We both snorted, nodding, and then were in his room. How were we going to do it? How did he want to? We glanced at each other. He gestured at the desk and picked up the loose cushion on the chair. As I moved to the desk, he dropped the cushion at my feet. I murmured: "I don't like your kneeling at my feet." He was already, replying: "I don't either, but I want to this way." "Then I will." I leaned against the desk and watched his hand come up and fondle my very loose sack, moving my balls. If he wanted to this way; he was right: the best way, also for me to do it - anything he did. Oh, he wanted to suck one of my balls first. I stopped watching him, staring blankly across the room, as I felt him press it forward and his tongue caress it. It could be Anna or Marge doing it, although they had never knelt at my feet, just on the bed. Forget that it wasn't one of them doing it. Oooh, felt so good in his mouth! Hard to forget that it was him doing it. I glanced down and watched my cock grow fuller, my foreskin retracting, seeing it begin to rise. Oh, it was going to be good! He did it so good, knowing what I was feeling, what I would be feeling when my pink plum was in his mouth, like I did, when I did it to him. He liked that; I liked that, too - when it was my turn. Sucking and caressing my ball longer than they ever had, my cock fully aroused, brushing his temple. Suck it! He sucked, pulling back, and my ball slipped from between his lips with slight pop. Don't look up and grin, like Anna would have. He didn't, but smiled to himself, as he looked at my cock. His hand found it and drew it down to his lips. Did he have to lick it first, like they would have? But he knew that felt arousing, and my cock twitched to prove it. Okay, he could chuckle softly; I would have, too. I would, when it was my turn. "Mmmm!" Finally in his warm mouth! Enjoy it! I will, when I get to suck your purple plum. He did, maybe not as much as I was, but as much as I was going to. Was his cock already aroused? I didn't move to try to see past his head. Of course, he knew how to suck cock, and knew how to fondle balls, knew how firmly he could grasp his fingers around them, and knew how it felt when his fingernail scratched behind them - good! I just hummed in appreciation, didn't have to tell him, like I might have to a woman. But then my sack was all tight, not much for him to hold. He nodded slight, moving my cock, and then let it slip out of his mouth. Don't look up with a cock-sucking grin! He didn't. I wasn't going to either. Marge or Anna couldn't have stretched my sack better than he did, as good as they also knew how and when to do that. Suck my other ball, please; I want to enjoy that again and anything else you do as long as possible. He then did, of course, reading my thoughts; we both knew what the other would like, like to feel our other ball being sucked and caressed, also to let our cock recover from almost too much arousal. Oooh, that felt good too, his finger scratching behind my sack, further back than it had before. Did it want to rub my asshole? We had done that already, so why not? I shifted my weight to one side and pulled the other cheek of my ass to the side. He nodded with my ball in his mouth, humming. He should have done that before; must have forgotten that it felt good. I wouldn't. And his finger felt good, too! I hummed and murmured: "Anything you want to do; I will too." He hummed again, and his finger made my asshole contract. We both chuckled softly. It tightened again, and then he let my ball pop from his mouth. His finger slipped away. Was that it? He knew I wanted to feel that some more. Oh, it was in his mouth, and now back there again, wet. "Um-hmm!" I agreed; I had said: 'anything you want to do.' He did; his finger did, probing, as his lips slipped back around the head of my cock. My asshole relaxed, and the tip of his finger probed deeper, was held again, and my cock twitched. He sucked it deeper in his mouth, and his finger probed deeper. "Uhn!" I responded involuntarily, as my asshole tightened again, drawing in, as though it wanted to pull his finger even deeper. He hummed, and it did. Anything he wanted to do! Even deeper! Shit! Wrong word! This was going to be a lot better than I had imagined! Dream About Sucking Your Own Cock? It was! Because his deep hums felt more arousing; because they suggested that he was enjoying what he was doing so much; because his bigger, male finger felt more arousing? It did, but it all came together, and I came better than I had anticipated that I could: great, long spurts that he received with deep moans. A man's sucking my cock shouldn't be better than what a woman could do. Maybe it wasn't, but for those few seconds, nothing could have felt more arousing. Or maybe it should be better, since he knew exactly what it was feeling like for me? I hoped it would be just as good for him - and for me, as it just had been for him. He was still humming, as his tongue slathered my semen around in his mouth. His finger slipped away, and then my cock slipped slowly from between his lips. Before he could raise his head, I murmured: "Don't look up. That was just too good." He didn't, just nodding and replying softly: "It was." He stood up. I only looked at his aroused cock, and we changed places without looking at each other's face. We did it all again - I did: sucking one of his balls - remembering to hum - and then his cock, and then his other ball and finding his asshole, licking my finger and finding it again, and the purple plum of his cock with my mouth. When he filled my mouth with his semen, I hoped that mine had been just as much for him. When I let his cock slip from my mouth, he murmured: "I hope it was as good for you." "Both ways." "Um-hmm." I stood up, and we finally ventured to look at each other, both with very wry smiles, snorting. I murmured: "I guess we are a little bi." "Hmm, maybe more than just a little, but not without their help." "Hm-hmm! No. Aren't all other men curious, just don't have them to encourage them?" "I'd like to think so." "Me too." We smiled wryly again. He nodded towards his laptop. We snorted and sat at the desk. He had too many emails to even begin reading them. My few weren't worth bothering with. He suggested that we try to find the latest news to tell when we joined the others. Chuckling, we found items of US and European news, and he turned off his laptop. We glanced at each other, but neither of us suggested we go find the others. I murmured: "We'll never do it again." "Not like that." Had he meant that we should do it the other way, making it feel like we were sucking our own cocks?! That had been good, but again? I smiled wryly, and he did, and then - before I realized how he could understand it - I agreed: "Not like that." Had he meant it that way, or had he inferred that I had? After a moment, he murmured: "Never do that again either, ... be able to do that again." "Suck my own cock?" I replied, then recognizing that I had said what I was thinking. He snorted with a slight nod. I asked involuntarily: "You want to?" Never get another chance, ... if you want to." I guess that I must have nodded. We did, this time with no hesitations: our fingers back where they had been, like they had been; and sucking each other's cock, making it feel like we were sucking our own - better and for longer than we had before. Better; almost as good as Anna had sucked them both, deeper than we had before. Longer than before, because it took longer for us to come again. We rolled apart. He probably swallowed like I did. We both snorted. I murmured: "Never again." "Never again, but I'm glad we did." "Um-hmm, but don't tell anyone." "Don't need to tell them." "No, they already know." We snorted again and got up, again hardly looking at each other, also as we went in the washbasin and washed our cocks. Then we did exchange wry smiles and left his room. We found Marge and Anna with the other Americans from our group. "So many emails?" Marge asked with neutral expression. "Too many," Sans replied, adding: "spent some time catching up on the news." "Anything special?" "Not really." He and I told what we had found. Our worries about questions of what we had done were unfounded, and we joined in their conversation about our trip home. When someone asked how Anna was returning, and she replied that Sans was taking her to Paris to catch a train back to Germany, there were some knowing smiles, but they just deflected from any possible thoughts about Sans and me. The group separated before dinnertime, agreeing to meet again then. When we were alone, Marge and Anna did, of course, smirk at us, and Anna asked if we had a had a good nap. He and I glanced at each other, this time with normal smiles, nodding. He smirked at her and replied: "Two." "Three," I corrected. "More like four," he rejoined. "Oooh, like that, too," she replied. He and I just nodded, returning her smirk. "Last chance; didn't want to miss a lick." I blushed at my so spontaneous and just too appropriate remark. They laughed, looking at me, which didn't help my blushing. Sans came to my rescue, agreeing: "We didn't, as Anna surmised, ... that way too." We all then just snickered with smiles. Marge remarked: "You two! Oh, I'm glad you enjoyed it, and we can understand why, since we do, and like to do it with each other." "And we still like to do it with you both too," Sans replied. I nodded vigorously. The others also nodded with smiles. After a moment, Anna smirked and murmured: "Good thing that we still have time for you to show us." We all chuckled, nodding again. Apparently, Sans agreed with me that we didn't have to promise that we would. We returned to our room so that Anna and Marge could use the bathroom and freshen up after their afternoon in the sun. While Sans and I waited for them, I couldn't help but glance at his cock. Looked about like all the others I had seen here and last year, mine too. I glanced down at it, and then saw that he also had. We exchanged wry smiles again. "Yes, we did," he said quietly. "Um-hmm," I agreed. We nodded and didn't say more, but I was more aware of my cock, feeling it hanging a little more loosely. I didn't glance to check, but did at his, thinking that his also was. The women returned. The sight of them obliterated thoughts about him and what we had done. Two naked young - for a man my age - women were a pleasure to behold, even though I had seen them so often, so continuously; but seeing them again, after a few moments apart, let me see them afresh. Sans must have felt the same way. He remarked: "I never told you that you both are very attractive." They smiled. Marge replied: "But you make us feel like we are." "You are," I rejoined, wanting to show my agreement with him. *** The title of this story came to me because I have dreamt about trying to suck my own cock. Of course, I couldn't, and have only fantasized here about what could happen if I asked another man if he had. I would be curious if any readers have had the same dream. No, I am not going proposition anyone!