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The Dreamer

By: DreamAngel44



He came to her while she was sleeping, in her dreams. In the time between darkness and light. The warmth of his hand on her cheek caused her to stir; turn towards him. She waited, anticipated his lips on hers. Their heat, smoothness; their desire and hunger for her. When she sensed their silky approach, her own reached up to meet them. With the exchange, the two became one. Hearts and lungs in perfect rhythm. As the embrace deepened, the dance began. Her own fingers sought his cheek... jaw line; the strength found there betrayed by the rapid pulse that accompanied the atmosphere around them. Like an aura. She touched him. She didn't need to open her eyes to see him; her heart did that for her. His arms pulled her in close, filling the void between them. He knew she belonged to him when she slid partially under him. His thigh slid between hers, slowly, savoring the warm, sweet flesh that was aching for him to get closer. Her shapely leg over his hip guided him in.

As his lips traced a path of their own; down her neck, to her shoulder, her tongue found the lobe of his ear. A tongue that tasted the crest of its captor, with the promise of what was to be. In her mind...in her dreams, he would come to her. A gentle groan vibrated in side him, and she felt it in her own chest. A soft murmur, "Yes....Please.." was what he needed, wanted to hear. No other words were needed. In the darkness, the silence was broken solely by the beating of their hearts, the gentle stirrings.

His warm smooth hand slowly grazed her thigh, and he felt its grip tighten. Her warm willing body, opening like a flower for him, offering... His fingers blazed a gentle trail up her belly, only to gently capture her breast; and felt her heart flutter for him beneath it. Her back arched, beckoning him to taste her. When his lips brushed her stiff nipple, then clasped over it, he felt her quiver. His tongue flicked softly at first, then with more urgency. His own passion was taking over as well. He wanted her, needed her. He would settle for no less than to have her; all of her. With every flick of his tongue, his own hardness, pressing against her, throbbed in response. He urged her thigh from his, and pressed it against the bed, wide. She settled back. He rose slightly, on his elbow, in order to allow her to touch him. She took the opportunity to rake her nails slowly up his chest, from his belly. As her fingers got closer to his neck, face, she traced her fingers into his hair, at the back of his head and reached for him. The embrace was different this time. This time she was hungry, starving for him. She breathed him in with every kiss. Her tongue teased the peak of his upper lip, sucked it. She welcomed his tongue into her mouth. Slowly, eagerly. 

Her tongue massaged his, daring his body to take her, and make her his forever. His tongue teased her flesh, randomly branding her; until it settled on her aching nipple. His fingers continued the journey, while his tongue occupied itself with the stiff peak. When his fingers brushed the soft hair of her mound, her heard her cry out, ever so softly. They savored the insides of her thighs, first one, and then the other, rising closer and closer. He paused for a moment, kissed her once again. In the heat of the embrace, his middle finger slid between her slick lips and felt her bud throb. He slid his fingers lower, becoming soaked instantly, and entered her. Her hot velvet softness tightened around it. He withdrew his finger slowly, and rested it once again on her hot throbbing bud. He smiled when her body quivered. His fingers began a dance of their own. With every stroke, circle, vibration, her body responded, thrusting. Taunting him...begging him; pleading not to stop; don't ever stop.... His mouth found hers eagerly waiting as he felt her legs twitching, knowing it would be soon. 

No one but him would feel the growl that escaped her throat as the first wave of spasms engulfed her. As his fingers unrelentlessly commanded her pleasure, his own passion shouted to be released. She pulled him over her, between her legs spread wide. "Fill me..." she purred. Her warm hand enveloped his swollen cock, guiding it to her pounding wetness. As he slowly entered her, memorizing every millimeter of the velvet heat; she wrapped her strong legs around his hips and pulled him in, until he could go no further. He wanted to be inside her completely; in her skin. To be so deep he would share her blood and lungs. The two truly be one. She grabbed her knees so he could go oven deeper. At that point, when his plan was to take her, he realized that he had been mistaken. It was he who belonged to her. She had captured his surrender. His body ached to be released; release it self into her. He started to thrust into her, each time, a little deeper, harder, and faster. As his body pounded into her, her thrusts soon matched his. Harder, faster, deeper, harder, faster, deeper...Like a piston he pounded and she pounded back...

He felt the release raising up his thighs....when the first wave hit him; his growl matched hers, which was only moments before. She matched him stroke for stroke, taking him, draining him. At that moment, all time and space had stopped for him. The moment would have to savored, cherished. He would not have her again until the next time...in her dreams..

The Dreamer



Standing in my front garden in a late August afternoon in Central Texas, I feel sweat run from my face all the way down my body. It was hot and, in spite of a cool beer in one hand and a water hose in the other, there was just no escaping it.

Reduced by the heat to sweaty puddles, most normal citizens try to limit their outdoor activities to a minimum, only those which are deemed absolutely necessary to sustain existence. It seemed that our parched front garden was one that my wife had declared "absolutely necessary" for existence. Our son was excused from these activities because of school activities, so the job of watering was left to me. 

"This isn't necessary for my existence," I grumbled to myself as the hot sun beat down on me. Suddenly capturing my vision was what at first appeared to be a mirage. Mirages, to those in the American Southwest, are common in the afternoon sun. They are illusions which appear out of nowhere; then tantalize the viewer briefly, but quickly disappearing.

My mirage appeared as a scantily clad young man straining up the incline of our

street toward where I stood. With his body leaning slightly forward, he was using his arms as pistons to drive his gleaming, muscular form. This mirage did not disappeared.

I gulped at my beer; oblivious to the spray from the hose suddenly hitting my feet.

Approaching me was a ruggedly handsome man. Even a straight man, such as me I thought, could recognize and appreciate physical perfection. 

As he grew closer I could see that the man's blonde curls were plastered to his forehead, his dark chest hair gleamed, and a thin river of dark curls spread down from his navel to the waist band of his scanty, white running shorts. Stunned by my own reaction to the sight of him, I stood immobile while sweat formed on my upper lip and my breath become shallow. 

The closer he got I could see tiny drop-like beads of sweat covering his shoulders and chest. His pectoral muscles rose from his sculpted torso, each mound capped with a round, dark nipple. Above the waist band of his shorts, I could see his taunt stomach muscles expand and contract with each breath. Between his legs the sleek fabric had molded over a large bulge which rolled from side to side with every step. 

"I like the way you think." My mirage spoke. I was startled by the dark resonance of his voice, which was accompanied by a change in his expression from determination to quizzical. 

"Huh?" I sounded through my parched lips, more an animal grunt than response. Jolted from my revere, red shades of embarrassment flooded my cheeks. My arm instinctively brought the beer to my mouth as a defense gesture against my eyes, which remained fixed on his crotch.

"The beer," he spoke, pausing directly in front of me. "That looks like a great idea. I think I'll have one when I get home." Then he extended his hand, "I'm Mike." 

"Oh," I muttered, my face growing redder, not from exposure to the hot sun, but exposure to his cool, blue eyes. Lifting my eyes to meet his, I stood frozen with only the sound of my pounding heart filling my head. There were beads of sweat on his dark lashes. "Uh, yeah, I'm Don," I finally replied, ignoring the extended hand.

"Well," he said, breaking the silence and flashing an obviously amused smile, "I'd better be off then." One pale blue eye winked just before he turned to continue his jog.

Still in the shock and with rising embarrassment at my reaction to him, I turned my body so I could watch him as he quickly strutted away. The rear of his white nylon suit was pasted to round, shapely butt cheeks, each moving in concert with his legs. One side of his shorts had risen in the crack of his ass to partially expose a tan line across the bottom of a well rounded mound. His jogging costume appeared to have no liner and an obvious wet streak had formed between each butt cheek. 

I watched until his image left me. Two blocks down the street he made a turn down a side street and, I was sure, glanced back in my direction. It wasn't until then that I felt the breath rush from my tight chest. Looking down I realized that I was standing in water, my shoes wet from the soaking I'd given them. It was also not until then that I noticed my hardened cock tenting out in my shorts. "Had he noticed?" I wondered.

Slowly turning from the garden, I walked back toward my house while shaking my head in an attempt to clear from my mind what I'd just experienced. But, despite my efforts, images of the young man stayed with me all evening until sleep swept them away. 

The next day at my job my concentration continued to fail me. I couldn't contain my thoughts of the young man. I eventually tried to analyze the encounter in an effort to put some distance between the image and my feelings. But nothing was working.  

Thoughts that I had suppressed for years flooded from my memory. Memories of a dark night at a lake where a college buddy and I had swum naked together emerged around carefully constructed barriers. Feelings of slippery, wet male flesh touching my own continued to interrupt my day. I remembered the feel of swollen cocks touching together in the water, the uncontrolled excitement of tongues probing inexperienced mouths. 

I had walked away from that night determined that one encounter would not spoil the plans I had for my life. A marriage, soon followed by the birth of a son, framed the stable, successful life that I had planned. 

As the day slowly passed, I began to hope for another encounter with the stranger in my garden. I feared that, offended by my awkward staring the afternoon before, he would never pass my way again. Then I became afraid that he would come and, like Pandora 's Box, a lifetime of suppressed memories and regrets would be set loose.

Anxiety gripped me as the clock hands moved toward day's end and what I knew would be an afternoon of unrest. I planned to have several drinks with dinner hoping for an early bedtime. 

The next afternoon I stood in my garden again. Like in a dream, I once again saw him running up the hill towards me wearing the same white shorts. His muscled thighs, with their covering of light fur, churned propelling him toward me. In the glimmering sun sweat rolled down his temples. 

Once again I stood transfixed at the sight of the swaying bulge beneath the thin fabric of his shorts. He looked upward towards me and, with a flicker of recognition, his mouth broadened into a smile.

"Got a beer for me today, buddy?" he asked, slowing to where I stood. My throat was dry, my tongue thick, I slurred, "Yes, behind those shrubs, in the shade, to keep it cool." I gestured to the large clump of shrubs beside the garden. "How could he have anticipated my planning?" I thought. 

"First, let me cool down a bit," he spoke and reached to take the garden hose from my hand. He raised the hose to lift the nozzle above his head; arching his head backwards. Water ran across his forehead, down his face, and cascaded over his muscular chest and flat stomach before finally streaming down his hips and legs.

The white nylon of his jogging shorts turned transparent with wetness. A dark smear of pubic hair boldly showed through the wet suit. Prodding below the dark mass was his thick cock, the shape of which lay molded against the wet fabric. It was now obvious to Don that the suit had no liner. Smiling, the man returned the hose. "That's better. Now I'll have that beer."

I laid the hose on the ground. Stepping backward I turned towards the cluster of shrubs beneath the large oak tree. He followed me as we slipped through the brush to a small clearing under the oak. This was my private place.

I had left an opened can of beer on the ground at the base of the tree,. "Ahh, there you are," he muttered, kneeling to the ground while taking the beer in his hand. He turned to sit. His knees bent upward with his feet flat on the ground. He took a sip of beer.

I stood, wordless, looking at the vision before me. I could see peering from between his opened legs the dark purplish head of his cock. "Sit beside me Don," he patted the ground at his side. My legs, already shaking, nearly collapsed as I lowered myself to the spot where he had patted. 

"Do you like what you see Don?" he whispered. I could only mumble in reply.

My lips formed "Mike," but no sound emerged. My ears were filled with a roaring 'shhhh'.

Mike took another gulp of his beer while watching me attentively. Unable to resist, I remained staring at his cock head peeking from the shorts. Nothing was spoken between us. I watched fascinated while the purple head slowly inflated and began to lift forward. It was large. Free from the shorts, the shaft crept outward and upward. 

He shifted to open his legs wider and spoke in a whisper, "Something is getting restless."

Nearly breathless my heart tapped a staccato beneath my chest as my hand reached tentatively toward his massive pole. When my fingers touched the skin it jumped at my touch. I head the sudden intake of air between his lips.

"After yesterday I thought you might be interested in that, Don," he whispered. "Don't be afraid, you've got nothing to be afraid of." 

"I don't do this," I heard myself whisper. 

"There's always a first time for everything, buddy," he replied with a smile. 

Tentatively wrapping my fingers around his cock, I felt the turgid, distending pole twitch in my palm. I felt his heart beat through the shaft. 

It was hard to breathe. My eyes fixed on the swollen rod; I could barely enclose my fingers around it. At the tip its head flared like a plum ripe for picking. The glistening slit on the end appeared to speak an invitation. 

"Kiss it, I know you want to kiss it," Mike whispered towards me. I turned to look into his clear blue eyes, now hungry. 

Slowly bending downward, I brought my lips to a stop just above the bulging head. Pausing to take a deep, uneven breath, my tongue timidly parted my lips to reach towards his cock head. I felt hot skin brush against my probe. I licked twice, then three times. The massive object jerked with each lick. A deep moan broke through his mouth. 

Then, more boldly, my tongue's flat surface licked over the entire head, taking in the slight taste of salt from the clear bubble of liquid nestling in the crack at the end. Relishing the feel of the ridges around the base of his head, my tongue lapped in circular motions. 

"Suck me, I need you to suck me," he spoke quietly, his breath ragged.

With a sudden panic, I pulled away, "I can't. I want to, but I can't. I have a family," I muttered uncertainly. I knew my protesting meant nothing to him. 

Suddenly, in one abrupt motion I felt myself flipped backwards by him while with another motion he leaped on my chest. His weight was heavy and I was pinned.

Bending towards my face, the lips of his beautiful mouth parted into a sneer. He spoke with a different voice. "Yes, you can suck it, I know you want it." He moved so that his knees pressed against my skull. He jerked down the waist of his short and his cock sprung free. With his hand he pressed it downward, rubbing against my closed lips. "Now take it bitch, swallow my cock."

I resisted, shaking my head from side to side, my lips clamped shut. His pressing knees hurt my ears. His fingers clamped firmly on both sides of my jaw. Under the strength of his fingers, I slackened my mouth and he pushed his cock downward through my lips, between my teeth, and into my mouth. 

"Now suck it, you little prick whore." His face was no longer beautiful. It had reddened, and a vein bulged across his forehead. His mouth and jaw were taut. He became the determined runner, straining up the hill. 

The beautiful young man had changed. There was steely ferocity and he seemed dangerous.

My arms flopped uselessly on the ground. He pushed his cock deeper into my mouth, further into my throat. I gagged as it reached the back of my throat. "Open your throat, take it all" he snarled at me.

Gagging, I felt his hard cock pressing down me. I gagged again and again. Tears formed at the corner of my eyes and rolled down each side of my face. I gasped for air, but none came. I felt as though I was drowning. I was going to suffocate lying here on the ground, pressed beneath this god-beast.

"Breath through your nose, Don," he hissed at me, "breath through your fucking nose."

My efforts to recover air didn't deter him. He pressed his cock into my open mouth with more and more force. My hands reached around him. I wouldn't be helpless if I could just hold on.

His hips began thrusting downward. My hands pulled on the fabric across his driving buttocks; I grasped the wet nylon in my fingers. His cock plunged down my throat repeatedly. With each plunge my lips became buried in the wet, wiry mass of his pubic hair. Saliva foamed out of my mouth. My lips struggled to encompass his swollen shaft. Streaking tears rolled down my face.

Lying struggling on the ground I didn't dare open my eyes. I inhaled in uneven snorts. My chest, pressured by his weight, jerked as my lungs cried for more air. My hands pulled down his shorts and my fingers began kneading the taunt skin of his firm round ass cheeks. His breath increased with the pounding and his heavy breathing was accompanied by an occasional loud gasp. 

"I'm going to cum," he cried aloud, "You're going to drink my cum." My head was thrown back. I felt the hard cock begin to throb, its thrusts becoming shorter. I tried to hold my lips around it. Opening my eyes, I could see his face grimaced above me; his eyes were squeezed tight and his head was tilted backward.

"I'm coming, oh fuck, I'm coming," I heard him cry just as streams of hot, stinging liquid exploding inside my mouth. "Oh damn it, I'm coming."

Sprays of warm, salty fluid filled my mouth stinging my palate. I was choked from the flood. With each breath, I could feel trickles of hot bitter liquid roll down my throat. My nose filled with the acid smell of man-cum. His hands clasped behind my head as he pulled me upward, crushing my mouth against the sweaty tangle of pubic hair. His ball sack lay over my chin. 

Gradually his cock began to slow, the deep thrusts changed to jerks as sticky liquid continued to squirt into my mouth. His body was taut. Eventually his thrusting stopped. He sat above me frozen, with his fingers locked in my hair. With each swallow of his salty cum I gagged. My lips were locked around his shaft and I was making suckling noises like a hungry pup. From my throat I heard the whimpering sounds of a feeding infant. 

We stayed that way suspended in time. Slowly I felt his body grew slack. Looking up I noticed that his eyes had looked away from me. His cock began to relax in my mouth; he pulled out rolling off me. 

As I swallowed the last of his liquid my nostrils savored the strange taste. I opened my mouth and breathed deeply, taking in the pungent smell of warm earth, green brush and cum. My arm lay across my chest, rising and falling with the slowing of my heart.

I continued lying there with my eyes closed. I felt the thick, sticking wetness of my own cum on my stomach. I hadn't noticed that I had ejaculated at the same time that he had. I saw him rise, and heard the sounds of his waist band snapping when he jerked up his shorts. Then I heard steps away accompanied by swishing of bushes hitting skin. 

Darkness surrounded me before I could move. The night felt suddenly cooler. After a long while I returned to my house. There was no one at home. After a shower and several drinks of scotch I went to bed without eating. 

Much later that night I woke to hear the soft breathing from my wife beside me. Sweat was plastered to my head, but the air was no longer hot. Lying in bed I recalled a scene I had suppressed from years ago.



The Dreamer



I was walking down through the market stalls, ideally browsing with my friend Sarah. We had been here for a few hours, and apart from a mirror nothing had caught my eye. I gazed into it, catching a sight of my figure, my long blonde hair running down my body, my short t-shirt leaving plenty of skin, and my even shorter skirt. As I gazed casually over the wares a small stand filled with gems, stones and jewellery. I walked up to the seller.

"Hi dear." Said the man, he was tall, and reasonably old.

"Hi" I replied as I looked at his wares, a bright blue gem stood out, although it was twice the price of any of the other things there. He clearly noticed me staring at it.

"That's a precious one, that one. Utterly beautiful, utterly captivating, maybe magical."

"Magical? How?" I didn't believe him for a second, but it could be fun to listen to his sales pitch. 

"Dreams, it gives you the most powerful dreams, it allows you to experience what other people's dreams."

I smiled, of course it did, something that couldn't be proven in any way. What a load of nonsense. Still the gem was still amazingly cheap compared to what it would cost back home.

"Sounds interesting, I'll take it." I took out my purse and handed him some cash. As we parted he spoke again.

"Of course it's only other people's dreams of you it allow you to experience."

And with that I walked away, feeling happy that I had got myself a bargain. After this I got back to our hotel packed our things away before heading off for the airport and home. I kept the gem with me; I wanted to have a closer look at it on the plane.

On the plane I took the gem out as the captain made his announcements.

"In the event of a landing on water, please take out the lifejacket from under your seat...."

I took out the gem and started to fiddle with it, as I did Sarah looked up at me and our eyes met.

Suddenly everything stopped. Nobody moved, not a sound was made. I tried to move but couldn't, panic started to rise. Everything started to get brighter, and brighter, I managed to close my eyes, terrified. 

"Jane? Jane are you ok?" Came Sarah's voice. I relaxed, what had happened there and opened my eyes. As I opened them Sarah's face came back into view, but the plane didn't. As I looked around I realised I was in Sarah's bedroom on her bed, lying on my back feeling a tad cold, I must have fallen asleep on the plane. I could move my head and fingers again. I couldn't move my arms though; I moved my head up and noticed they were tied to the bed pole. As I moved my head and saw the rest of my body came into view. First my tits, then my chest, then my pussy and my legs, and between my legs was Sarah holding a large blue dildo, and like me she was completely naked. I knew Sarah was at least bi-curious, more likely entirely bisexual, but I was completely straight, never mind the fact I was tied up nude with her!

I shouted "Sarah what the hell is going on!" Or at least I tried to. Instead what came out of my mouth was "Ready when you are babe, make sure it's rough."

Sarah beamed at me, "Oh it will be babe" and put the dildo inside. As it entered I moaned loudly, unable to control myself. Two warring emotions raged through me the embarrassment and shock of ending up in a bed with Sarah, and the pleasure in my pussy. Sarah certainly wasn't shy about this; she forced the dildo in and out hard, causing me to gasp. I started to feel an orgasm rise. My moaning got louder, my back arched, Sarah went fast and faster, in and out, in and out then suddenly stopped. I was so close to the edge.

"Please baby, let me cum." I shouted, wondering why I called Sarah or anybody baby for the first time in my life.

"No, you know the rules, you can't until I have, and we've barley started." Replied Sarah

At this she removed the dildo from my pussy and placed it in my mouth. I sucked on it hungrily, yet had no desire to do so. I couldn't stop myself; my tongue licked it, as with Sarah's help the dildo went in and out of my mouth. I had no control of my body at all, yet could feel everything that happened to it.

The dildo didn't remain in my mouth long; after Sarah was sure it was clean he straddled my face with her legs and rested her pussy on my mouth. I started to lick her pussy casually, now it was Sarah's turn to moan. I switched from slow strokes up and down her pussy, to faster deeper ones. As I licked Sarah started to push herself down onto my face. Harder she pushed and faster I licked until she orgasmed, and hard. I watched as her body shivered above me, her hands gripping her tits tightly. After she finished I licked her pussy a few more times. She moved down on top of me, kissed me deeply looked me in the eye and...

"Lifejacket from under your seat and fasten it as show to you by the stewards. If you need any help please make this clear." Came the voice of the airplane captain.

I was back in the plane; it was just some weird dream I had had, that's all. Sarah didn't even seem to notice anything had happened. However it that was the case, why was I out of breath why did I feel so horny, and so close to orgasm. Must have been a very vivid dream that's all, couldn't have been anything to do with the gem.

The rest of the plane journey back was very routine, although I did my best to avoid any eye contact with anybody. It didn't quite work out, I caught a stewards eye as I was poured a drink but nothing happened, and the same at passport control. Everything was fine. I said my bye to Sarah at the airport and went back to my flat with the promise to meet up later for drinks. Outside my flat was Dave, as his girlfriend Charlotte, who I was a good friend of. 

"Hey Jane how are you?" Said Charlotte.

"Yeah good, the holiday was great. The journey home was rather, eer, draining." I replied. My eyes met with Charlotte but nothing happened. "Me and Sarah are meeting up at the pub later to share pictures if you two want to come.

"Sounds good, Dave you going to come?" Said Charlotte.

"Yeah it could be fun. Which pub are ...." Started Dave. As he spoke his eyes met with mine.

Everything stopped again. Everything went brighter and brighter. I stood helplessly as the scene changed.

When the scene came back we were in Dave's house. It was a large house miles away from here and surrounded by countryside. Me and Charlotte were both next to each other completely nude and on all fours. Around each of our necks was a collar and lead, mine was red, Charlotte pink. At the end of the lead was Dave, holding them both, looking down on us with a massive smile on his face. He was also, unlike us fully clothed.

"Ok, come on pets it's time to go." Said Dave.

At this, we both crawled forwards. Charlotte was in front of me, and somehow had this ability to bounce her ass up and down gracefully as we moved. We moved down a hall quite slowly, it was surprisingly hard to move like this. We moved into his living room, a large room with some sofa and a TV in it, as well as a large mirror. 

"Ok pets, line up."

I felt myself move next to Charlotte. She was smiling broadly as well. The mirror was in front of us and I could see myself smiling. Why was I doing that? This was at best humiliating. Why was Charlotte smiling as well, she might be like this with Dave, I had no idea, but surely me next to her like this was odd at best.

"Ok pets, present yourself."

At this again I moved, again not of my own desire. I lowered head down and stuck my ass up, my hands went behind me onto my ass, pushing it apart. I could see in the mirror Charlotte doing the same. When I looked up, I saw that Dave was naked, his huge erect cock on show.

"Ok pets, who wants it first?" He said.

"Me" I heard myself shout to my horror.

"No me" Shouted Charlotte.

"You can fuck my pussy long and hard." I said.

"You can fuck my pussy and my tits." Came Charlotte's voice.

"You can fuck both and cum in my mouth." I said. Why was I saying this? Why couldn't I say something normal like "what is going on, I'm getting out of here and putting my clothes on."

"You can do all of that, and I'll lick Sarah's pussy whilst you fuck me." Charlotte said.

"You can fuck my ass." I said.

Wait I couldn't have said that, there had never been any part of me in the slightest that would say that. And yet the words had come tumbling out of my mouth.

Charlotte didn't have time to reply this time in our "bidding war," almost as soon as the words had left my mouth I felt Dave's cock on my ass. Charlotte noticed and gave out a small aww in disappointment. Dave slowly pushed his cock into my ass. As he did I winced, well I tried to. It was painful but instead of grunting in pain I gave out a low moan of pleasure. It was as this point I realised that I truly and utterly had no control of my body in the slightest. 

Dave wasn't gentle as he fucked my ass. His cock felt even larger in my tight hole. He furiously pushed his cock in and out. Every time he entered me I wanted to grunt or give out a ugh, instead I moaned with pleasure. Just as I thought things were going to get too much Charlotte spoke.

"When is it going to be my turn?"

With that Dave stopped pounding my ass and started to fuck Charlotte. She moaned more softly than me I noticed.

"Jane come and help Charlotte out." Came Dave's voice.

"How do you want me to do that?" I replied.

"Lick her holes." Replied Dave.

Without a seconds hesitation my body moved on its own again. I got moved around and got on top of Charlotte, facing the other way as her. My pussy was above her head, and my face above her ass. From here I could see Dave fucking her pussy. A slight fear went through me, as I realised I was about to lick Charlottes ass, as her pussy was ...occupied for lack of a better word. My hands pushed her ass apart and my tongue lick her ass. As my tongue licked her hole I found it was much nicer than I had expected, weird texture but otherwise fine if not enjoyable. I started slowly at first, but noticeably sped up. I noticed with a surprising amount of actual pride that I was causing Charlotte to moan just by this act. Just as I was wondering if I was enjoying this more than I should Dave cock came into view. I stopped licking Charlotte's ass and put my lips around his cock and moved my tongue up and down. I realised as my tongue moved around his cock as I sucked on his cock this was the first thing I actually done before today.

Before long I heard Dave moan and he cummed in my mouth, most of it on my tongue, the rest on my lips. Normally if this had happened I would have spat it out, instead here I opened my mouth wide open and looked up at Dave, whilst licking my lips. Dave looked down huge smile on his face.

"Girls I need a second to rest, why don't you two enjoy each other's company."

Almost before the words were out of Dave's mouth, Charlotte's tongue was at mine. Her tongue brushed over my lips, before her tongue was rubbing against mine. I realised she was trying to lick the cum of me and onto her tongue, a task she was doing with lots of euthisiam and vigour. When she stopped she had Dave cum on her tongue. Like I had before she looked up at Dave, only this time she swalled it, before opening her mouth again to show it was done.

Dave smiled at us, "Wait here." He said and disappeared out the room momentarily. When he came back he did so with a double ended dildo and gave it to me. Without a seconds hesitation I put it in my pussy and got back on all fours. I felt Charlotte manouver herself to mirror me, and put the dildo in her pussy as well. Then we both started to fuck ourselves on the dildo. Having normally been a rather passive lover in the bedroom to feel myself push up against a dildo that was also in somebody else's pussy was weird, as was the constant impacts as our ass's and pussy's rubbed up against each other. I was horny already from Dave's cock as soon felt an orgasm building, just as it erupted I heard Dave start to say "Well onto round two......" 

"Which pub are you going to later?" Came Dave voice. 

"Oh what?" I replied, completely lost.

Suddenly we were back outside my flat, clothed as apparently the other two oblivious to having both been very intimate with me.

"Oh yeah the Royal Oak, meeting at about 9/10. I'll see you there, sorry I need to..."

I rushed into my flat and closed the door, just glimpsing both of their startled faces. I closed the door behind me and went into my bathroom.

"Ok just calm down" I said to myself in the mirror. "Everything is fine except you have some weird fast day dreams that make you feel like you've just done the thing in the day dream." 

"Ha, is that what you think?" Came a voice.

I looked around and the man who I had brought the gem from was there.

"Well it is sort of true I guess." He said

"How did you get in! What do you want!" I said, half terrified, half blistering with rage.

"Calm down its ok, I just wanted to explained the gem that's all and answer any questions." He replied."

"Ok" I said, calmer slightly, "What is going on and why."

The man smiled "Your experiencing other peoples thoughts of you, what they have at any point though they would like to do with you realistic or not. Dave for example has always fancied a threesome with his girlfriend and yourself, and I'm sure he has more planned."

"More, but that dream has ended" I said

"Yes but he might think up more."

"Do I get any choice of who I share these dreams with or what I do in them? How do I get them to stop?"

"No, maybe and can't. It's all to do with what they would like to do to you and how they would like it to play out. Again, using Dave as an example you probably didn't notice but he was slightly taller and had more muscle and his girlfriend acted how he would want her to not even remotely close to how she would actually act. You act to the person's wishes, most have a clear idea as to what they want to do with you, and others might give you a choice that you can influence. Finally you have the gem, you can't throw it away, if you try it will come back and things will get more intense, probably not in way you will like too much, depends what your into."

"Why is this happening? Do the others realise what's going on?"

"Because you have the gem, somebody has to has it. Most of the time no, unless they have a special gem like yours but slightly different but there rare. Otherwise most might have had the dream of you in the past, or maybe future but otherwise no."

"Why do I feel it so much?"

"It will feel as though you are there, all feelings are what you would feel in that situation, joy, pain , pleasure, humiliation all as normal. Sensation you feel in dream don't happen but you might feel them after, for example you might get whipped hard for hours in the dream, but you won't be bruised in real life, although you might feel sore for a while."

I glanced away for a second, when I had turned back he had gone. I panicked momentarily, was I going insane, should I never leave this room? After a seconds thought I decided I should just keep going as normal. 

I got changed, had a shower and went to the pub. Sarah was already there looking at her phone intently. She didn't even notice as I sat down.

"Eeer hi?" I said

"Oh it's you! Thank goodness." She replied.

"Who else would it be?"

Sarah laughed, "Shh, it's just Steve's over there?"

"Which Steve, boss Steve or friend Steve."

"You have a friend Steve? Nah old boss Steve, by the looks of things he's no different. Still a power hungry slightly mad fool, who keeps looking this way. He's by the bar and been trying to make eye contact with me all evening. I pity the poor girl that he's cornered, Steve's doing all the talking and laughing at his own jokes."

I looked around and saw Steve. Steve also saw me.

Then the world changed. I was back in my old office in the main room sitting on a chair. In front of me was Steve. Around me there were a group of employees, I didn't have time to count, some were between 10-15.

"Sarah you have called here for one reason. You have been accused of sending vast amount of company data to our competition which has cost us million. You have no way to pay the money back so you have only one choice -- sign the form."

As if I could even send any data, or we had any important data, or millions to lose I thought. I looked down expecting to see some legal mumbo jumbo about bankruptcy or break of etiquette. Then I remembered this was Steve's dream and the form was very different. The form simply stated:

"I Sarah do agree to be the slave of Researchcorp and the property of Steve. I renounce all my legal rights and possessions to Steve, and will agree to do any act desired by a member of the company unless otherwise intrusted to by Steve. This includes but is not limited to amount of time working, sexual acts and cloths worn."

I signed the form without question. As I did Steve smiled, and I panicked. This was not going to be good I suspected. 

"Ok, everybody but Sarah, go outside and bring the equipment in, Sarah don't move."

Everybody walked out and quickly re-appeared. They brought back with them one of two things, either giant mirrors which were quickly put on all the walls or cameras. Ok so this was going from bad to worse. When everything was ready and the cameras were all on, Steve spoke again.

"Ok Sarah, this is how it's going to work, you're going to take all your cloths of and give them to Mary over there, and they are her cloths now. Then 3 people will suggest things for you to do, I'll pick one and you'll do it and then repeat. Simple isn't it. Fail and you'll do all three things the next three suggest"

"Ok" I replied, sounded scared. I saw myself in the mirror and for once my body was reflecting how I was feeling. I looked shy, nervous and slightly scared but not terrified. I slowly moved out of my cloths, feeling the eyes of everybody upon my body, there was no shortage of people looking at me. When I was as nude as the day I was born I handed my cloths to Mary who put them on her chair and sat on them, as if to indicate there was no way I was getting them back. 

"Ok Sarah, let's hear what everybody has to say, start from Mary and go around clockwise everybody."

"Finger her pussy" Said Mary instantly.

"Shove a dildo up her ass" Came the man's voice to her right.

"Lick Mary's pussy, whilst she fingers you pussy." Said the next man

"Oi, who said I would do that!" Replied Mary.

"Mary, remember I said beforehand, if you want to take part you have to do whatever is agreed or go, besides I pick dildo up the ass. Harry go find a nice long dildo for Sarah and we'll see how far it goes. Sarah, lie flat on the floor face down keeping your legs together, for now at least, and use your hands to spread your ass cheeks apart."

I laid down on the floor slowly, hands moving to my ass to expose my hole. As I did I heard a few cameras snap pictures. A purple dildo was placed next to my head and I picked it up.

"Tut tut tut" Went Steve, "Can't show of that pretty hole with one hand, Mary help Sarah keep her ass cheeks apart, if she goes too slowly with the dildo, or you just feel like it spank her until her ass is as red as her face."

With my left hand pushing my left cheek, and one of Mary's on my other I picked up the dildo and moved it over my ass hole slowly. I pushed it down onto my hole and tried to push it in, however it wouldn't go in. I moved it away, and as I did felt Marys hand slap my ass hole and I gave out a small moan. I tried the dildo again, but it just wouldn't go in, my ass was too tight. I could feel myself panicking to obey, and I pushed the dildo as hard as I could and slowly, painfully it went in as I shouted out, it felt huge. I stopped to catch my breath for a second thinking I was done.




The Dreamer



"Ok, how about the rest of it?" Came a voice

"How much is left?" I replied.

Steve smiled. It wasn't a good sign, "Oh yeah, get that camera behind her, and the screen in front.

People around moved to obey, a huge TV screen was placed in front of me. Steve moved behind it holding a camera strapped to his hand, he turned the TV on, and then the camera and my face came into view.

"Look your on telly!" He taunted, and a few people in the room laughed and put his hand in front of the camera waiving to make his point. His hand showed up on screen. Behind it I could see me, my face red with embarrassment still, and a few people behind me with their own cameras, and by the red light on the cameras, clearly recording me. Steve moved behind me, I saw on screen that he was directly behind me filming my ass. I could see my poor asshole being pushed to the limit by the dildo, but it was barley in. 

"Get the rest in know bitch" Came a voice.

I looked up and was strangely transfixed by the TV screen, I saw my hands push the dildo in. With the better view I helped guide it easier, but it still felt harder than was comfortable by a long way. It was a relief when it finally stopped. 

"Ok Jane make sure that dildo doesn't leave you yet, put a hand there if you need to. Round 2, next three options please!"



The Dreamer Ch. 02



She had a terrible night. Tossing and turning, trying to arrange herself among the pillows and blankets, she simply could not get comfortable. He hadn't come to her. She yearned for his touch, his scent, his attention. Try as she might to be without him, her body betrayed her. Her body needed him; missed him. Her bed was cold and empty without him. Surrendering to the restlessness, she got out of bed and started her shower. 

She stepped into the large tile stall and let the hot water run down her chilled body. The heat of the rushing water soothed her. She stood directly under the flow and let the water soak her hair, her face. It caressed her shoulders, the small of her back, and the back of her thighs. She braced her hands on the wall and let the water take her. 

She reached for her sponge and poured a generous amount of pearly soap in the center of it. As she squeezed it, forming a rich lather, she languished in the scent of the earthy fragrance as it gushed between her fingers, slid down her arms. She held the sponge to her chest, just beneath her collarbone and squeezed some of the lather down her body. As her hands slid over her shoulders, arms, and then to her breasts, her skin tingled with the luxurious sensation. Her slippery hands cupped her smooth warm skin, gently brushing her stiff nipples. Her thumbs strummed the rigid peaks, and she felt a warm flush run through her body. It generated at her nipples and radiated to her pussy, making her thighs tremble.

Suddenly, her hands were not her own, but his. His warm smooth hands slid up her ribs and cupped her breasts, where hers once were. She tilted her head back, and it was his shoulder it rested on. She could feel his warm lips on her neck. She slid her hand over his neck, and caressed the back of his head. His thumbs and index fingers captured her stiff aching nipples and squeezed/rolled them firmly. She purred under his touch and she could feel him smile. She arched her back and pressed her soft rounded hips into his strong, rigid ones. In response, he pressed himself as well. His right hand teased and taunted her nipple while the other slid down, pressing her even tighter, and brushed over the soft curls of her mound. 

She grabbed the soapy sponge and squeezed it again, over her belly. The rich pearly silk glided over his hand, and her throbbing mound. He rubbed his hands in it, soaked them. His fingers slid down to part her lips, and probe her aching clit. She was slick and throbbing under his touch. She stepped aside a bit, to broaden her stance, parting her legs farther. He pressed his hips forward once again, this time to slide his cock between her legs. It's hard pounding head pulsing against her throbbing lips. His fingers began to tease her tender bud, in circles. She reached down, her hand gliding over his, and found his throbbing head. She pressed it into her slick flesh relishing in the heat and hardness of it.

She moved forward a bit, and turned. There he was. She felt his need for her in the heat of his eyes; staring into hers. She placed her hands on his chest. Her fingers caressing the soft hair... She slid her hands up to his neck; and held his face in her hands. He smiled at her softly, warmly. She reached up to him and kissed him. Her lips tasted him gently at first, and then deeper. The intensity between the two lovers as they kissed seemed to stop time. At that moment, there was nothing else but them; together. When he looked at her again, she asked him to turn; she wanted to wash his back. She wanted desperately to touch him, arouse him; affirm that he was hers.

He turned and braced his hands against the wall, leaning forward slightly, letting the hot pulsing water rush over him. Her hands explored his shoulders and arms. She pressed her soft curls against his ass and kissed him between his shoulder blades. Her tongue tasted his wet skin. The sensation made them both groan. She again reached for her sponge and squeezed it. This time the rich lather bathed his shoulders in a silky curtain. Her warm smooth hands languished in the sensation of his skin beneath them. She pressed herself against his back; her aching nipples taunting him. Her hands slid around his torso, exploring his ribs. He wasn't chiseled, defined, sculptured. He was a man. A REAL man, and most importantly, she knew he was hers. She slid her soapy hands down further and sought his throbbing hardness for her. His cock pulsed when her hands wrapped around it; she felt him shift. She knew he wanted her so badly that his legs struggled to hold him. She massaged him gently, then more firmly. His sharp intake of breath and groan made her aching clit throb between her legs. GOD she wanted him so badly. He slid his hand behind his head, to capture hers, and turned his face slightly so she could hear him say, "I have to have you..." 

She smiled at him and kissed his cheek. "Take me to bed," she replied softly. With that, he turned and took her hand. Without turning off the water, he led her to the bed. He pushed her gently to the bed and was over her instantaneously. He braced himself at arms length and just looked into her eyes for a second. She was braced on her elbows. She reached out her arm and pulled him to kiss her once again. He was placed between hers legs. She wrapped her legs around his hips and lifted hers, to guide him into her. When he penetrated her, it only ignited the passion between them. She cried out, and squeezed her thighs tighter, so he would be deeper. He slid into her hot wetness, savoring the throbbing tightness that surrounded his aching cock. 

From there, the passion took over. He buried himself in her deeper than any man could ever hope to penetrate a woman. No words were necessary. Their bodies fed from each other. The first few thrusts into her were shared by a deep kiss between their hungry mouths. As the thrusts got even deeper, and harder, he settled back a bit, to watch her. Their eyes locked, and he smiled at her, ever so slightly. Her legs were high on his back now. With every thrust, every little moan that escaped her; he drew closer. The passion/fucking/love between their bodies was electric. He fucked her/loved her with every cell of his body. Everything that he gave to her, offered her, she drew inside of her; drinking in the hunger. He watched her face change when her orgasm began and that made his explode. He pounded into her and cried out to her as he came for what seemed an eternity. 

When their bodies came together at the end, he on top of her; listening to her pounding heart, she placed her trembling lips against his forehead. The sun was coming up and she knew that he had to go. He didn't want to see her eyes. He knew if he did, he would not be able to leave her; ever. 

He kissed her tenderly, one last time. "Until next time, my love..."



The Dreamer Ch. 03



The next afternoon I parked my car behind the large building and entered through the back door to the church offices. The anteroom outside the priest's offices was dark and cool. I sunk into a soft leather chair to wait for Father Egan. 

Sitting in the darkened area, my breath seemed too loud, too exposing what I wanted to hide. My ears pounded from my heartbeat. I closed my eyes and began inhaling deeply in an attempt to calm myself. After a while I grew anxious again, it was taking too long to see him.

From down the hallway, I heard a door open. Looking toward the sound I saw the dark shape of a priest motioning toward me. I rose and followed. As I stepped through the doorway he closed the door behind us. We stood facing each other. 

The priest who summoned me wasn't Father Egan. "What's wrong Don? Why are you sweating so much?" I heard him ask. I was afraid to speak. He continued, "Father Egan said he tried to tell you that he couldn't meet with you. But since you seemed so distraught he asked me to take his place."

The man in black greeting me was called "Father Hulk" by the parish teens. He was much younger than Father Egan and had obviously spent a lot of time in the weight room. His large, dark brown eyes were always piercing and left me uncomfortable. His shirt was open at the collar, revealing a tightly gnarled mass of black chest hair. His broad shoulders loomed over me.

"Father, oh Father, I can't believe what I've done," I heard myself mutter. I couldn't return his gaze, I felt such shame. My head began to swim, I felt his hand on my arm as he led me towards a chair, but then I fell.

I landed face down, my knees and hands stopping my fall. Tears began rolling down my cheeks; I began choking with my grief. I was looking down at his shoes when he spoke, "Get up, Don, nothing can be that bad." I looked upward to see his handsome face looking down at me. He was standing close. Lowering my gaze I saw that the crotch of his dark trousers was directly in my vision.

"Nothing could be this awful" he spoke, his hand resting on the back of my head. Then, slowly and gently, he began pushing my head toward his crotch. "Let me comfort you, you seem to have such need."

I closed my eyes and felt my forehead touch the fabric of his trousers. I felt the thickness of the fabric at the fly opening. But, pressing against my chin, I felt a quickening bulge. His cock was pressing outward against his trousers. I leaned back in shock, "Father."

"Oh, I know what you think," he spoke with quiet authority as his hand began lowering his zipper. "But I've had my eye on you for a long time Don. It was obvious to me what was coming." I watched in horror as he reached inside the fly of his trousers and withdrew his long, hard cock. "But I know that this is what you need. It's all right, take it, it's natural and you'll be comforted," I heard him say.

I was in shock, how could this be happening? This was no comfort, this was sacrilege. I began to resist, but he said impatiently in a voice growing angry, "Get up then. Do you want more," he said as his rough hand pulled me upward, forcing me down over his desk. 

"So you say that what I'm offering won't satisfy you?" he spoke gruffly. "Then you'll have to take what I give." I felt his hand go around my waist and begin unclasping the buckle on my belt, then he jerked down the zipper to my pants. Shoving me forward on the desk, he pulled down my trousers and underwear.

"No, please, don't" I heard myself whimpering. This couldn't be what I needed. His cock pushed down on my ass crack. Bent over the desk with one arm pulled behind me I felt powerless to stop this man. He began thrusting his prick into my crack. I felt the head press against my tight hole. "Oh no, please," I cried. It was so big, I couldn't possible stand that.

He pushed further and farther, and I felt the head pressing against me. I squeezed my hole tightly, but it only seemed to allow his cock head to go deeper inside. Then suddenly I felt a searing pain as something huge tore into me. "Aghh," I cried aloud. I felt broke open, brazen heat erupted from within me. His huge cock had been rammed inside of me. My eyes blurred, I clamped my teeth together like a horse biting the bit.

"There, do you like that," he spoke through his gasping breath. "I've been watching you since I arrived in this parish, the way you always look at me. Isn't this what you really wanted?" He began thrusting inside of me, withdrawing some, then thrusting again. His huge cock filled my hole. I couldn't feel anything but its size; my ass hole felt completely spread open.

Bent over the desk the way I was, when he began thrusting I was shoved forward. His breath became louder and my pain changed to a tingling which seemed to go outward from my hole, across my butt, and then filling my balls. To my own horror, I noticed that my own cock had become engorged. I felt its head grinding against the desk.

Alone with him in the sanctity of that room it became darker. Both of us were panting, our breathing came in gasps. My ass now felt lubricated, and his cock was sliding back and forth inside of me without resistance. 

I grabbed the side of the desk with both hands and spread my legs further to be more open to his thrusts. He pounded me, grabbing my waist from behind. My cock banged into the desk sliding downward and causing friction, which only made me harder. 

We stayed coupled like that longer than I could have imagined. We were rutting, and grunting like hogs in heat. My sweat rolled down my body and my butt cheeks were wet from the sweat of his crotch. 

Suddenly his gasping became louder and my own seemed to match it. I felt his pounding grow more abrupt. My balls seemed to be filled and heavy and tight. Inside them a growing tingle spread throughout my groin. We both began to moan. We both shouted. We seemed welded together, like one body, thrusting and grinding, unaware of the distinction of two. And then we both exploded. My own was first, shooting from my throbbing cock. Quickly I felt the sensation of hot squirting deep up inside of me. We both yelled again. 

Then our grinding slowed; it became more rhythmic. I rose upward but still he was inside of me, we were swaying as in a dance. Like two large birds, one mounting the other, we moved slowly in rhythm. I felt his arms around me, squeezing me hard. With my hands I reached backward and felt his head against my neck. Our hair, and our faces, and our bodies were covered with sweat. We remained that way for a long time before we separated.

On opposite sides of the now darkened room, we each repaired our clothing while hardly looking at the other. Pulling up our underwear then our trousers from around our ankles, we tucked in our shirts and buttoned up. Wordlessly, I watched him smooth back his black, now glistening, hair. We still didn't speak. Finally he didn't even look at me, he just left the room. I followed shortly feeling complete disgust with myself. 

The sky was dark when I pulled into my driveway. Lights were on inside the house. I hadn't thought at all on the drive home, I wasn't even sure where I'd been all afternoon. The events of the day now seemed too distant, even unreal. 

I was beyond any capability of feeling when I turned off the car, got out, and walked into the house to be greeted by, "Where the hell have you been all afternoon?" My wife, her face angry, stood in our kitchen glaring at me. "We're supposed to be at the banquet in 30 minutes, what have you been thinking?"

"There's a banquet?" I replied, "What banquet?"

"The school sports awards banquet, you idiot," she hurled. "How could you have forgotten that it's tonight? It's all Jimmy could talk about last night at dinner."

I had forgotten. In my anxious state these past days I had completely forgotten our son's banquet. "I'll shower and be ready in 20 minutes," I snapped back.

"Not enough time," she replied. "I'm going ahead in my car" she said as she moved past me to the door.

"Stop," I heard myself snap. "What time did you get home last night?" I don't know why I suddenly was concerned. But it was all I knew to say.

"You were snoring so loudly that I slept in the other room. And why the hell do you suddenly care where I am. Now for God's sake get ready and get down there. There's a special speaker, an Olympic Silver medalist, at least Jimmy will be very disappointed if you miss it," she said with a sneer. Then, with a glare that would hardly be interpreted as friendly, she stalked from the house.

I showered and dressed rapidly. In 30 minutes I was pulling into the crowed school parking lot. Though there were no signs, I quickly assessed that the banquet was inside the gym, the same one where I had watched wrestling.

The room was washed in light. Somehow, somebody, or group of some bodies, had transformed the gymnasium to a banquet hall. I didn't know where to sit, but a young girl, a friend of my son's, greeted me when I entered the room.

"Hi Mr. Warren," she spoke. "There are no more seats up front with your wife and Jimmy, is it ok if I put you here at the back?" She gestured to a table with several empty chairs.

"Yeah, sure," I replied, following her to the table and taking a seat. I nodded and smiled at the other people at the table. I was surprised that the gym was full. When my son had told me about the banquet I thought it was only for the wrestling team. But this was obviously for all the school teams.

At the front of the gym, a dais had been built for the head table. I looked over the setting. The head table was staffed with the usual assortment of school officials and coaches. But there was one man I didn't recognized.

Looking furtively around, I extracted my seldom-worn glasses from my suit jacket. I'm not overly vain, but wearing glasses has been a concession to middle-age that I've been reluctant to make. So, they usually remained hidden and tucked away.

"That does help," I grudgingly admitted to myself. Glancing back toward the dais, I saw the figure of Father Egan sitting a few rows in front of me and looking quizzically in my direction. His facial expression registered a question as he lifted his shoulders and arms in an inquiring way. With a wave of my hand, I brushed off his look indicating that there had been nothing important, even though my sore ass served as a reminder of what had been.

Looking down the table I took in the sight of the visitor. Gasping, I held my breath and looked again. "It can't be, but it is." Sitting at the head table, right beside the high school principal, was Mike, my Mike, the jogger, the man who had broken my resistance and unleashed my urges. How could he be here?

And then I remembered that my wife, as she snarled out the door, had said that the speaker was an Olympic silver medalist. Could it be Mike? 

I was taken back. "Why didn't he tell me," I thought. "Was he afraid of being recognized?" Of course, a man with that kind of athletic body must have been training for years. I had difficulty remembering our exact conversation. It now seemed vague.  

Out of a mass of confused feelings, I began to feel pride. "Of course, he was afraid; he hadn't gotten to know me well enough to know if I could be trusted." But that was alright, I'd explain to him that he was safe. We could continue to meet privately, unknown by anyone. I now knew that he was who I really wanted. Out of my confusion, fear, and guilt, I had been missing what I really wanted. And there he was, sitting right in front of me. Feelings of love and pride for him flooded through me.

I decided to wait until after the banquet before getting his attention. The ceremony was too long. I didn't pay much attention, my head was now swimming. I did come alert when my son received his wrestling letter. But the rest of the evening became a blur. Even when Mike was introduced and spoke, I tried to listen, but only head the rush of air. Cool air. I had been lost for so long, but now I'd come home.

After an insufferably long period, Father Egan gave the benediction and the banquet ended. In the crush of bodies afterward, I did manage to get the attention of my son and give a "thumbs up." But the person I wanted to see, I seemed to have lost. In a panic, I surveyed the gym. But then, behind the figure of another man, I saw him. He appeared to be talking to someone. I moved to get a better look; then I came to a start.

There, in one corner of the room, he was talking to my wife. My wife! How could she? She stood there, looking so cheerful, even friendly. I watched her toss her head, then flick her hair off her shoulder. And he leaned forward grinning. I held my breath as I stood there watching them smiling at each other, Mike leaning forward. "Oh my god," I thought, 'they know each other." My wife, and the man who is the cause of all of my longing, knew each other. 

"Too well," I suddenly thought. "Look at them, standing there, shameless in full view of the public, flirting!" Yes, I was sure of it, they were flirting. But was it just flirting? What time had she come home last night? And where had she been? Then I knew. She had lied, she wanted him. She was taking him from me. I knew then that I had to see him. I would explain, and he would understand. "Don't be fooled," I'd tell him. "She's a witch; she'll work evil magic on you. You won't have anything left. I'm the one who has what you need."

I stepped from the gymnasium into the same hallway I'd found this morning. I'd wait for him, and we could talk. I stood waiting for a long time. He remained, even after my wife left, talking to one adoring fan, then another. Finally I saw him leave with another woman and I followed. 

Stepping outside the gym I called out to him, "Mike, wait." He stopped, turned, and looked back towards me. I was walking through a darkened area, so he didn't recognize me. Stepping into the light I said, "I've been waiting for you. I've been waiting so long, so that we could talk."

"I'm sorry," I heard him say, "Do I know you? Have we met?" 

"Of course we've met," I laughed. "How easily they forget, huh?" I humored. But I could tell from the look on his face that he didn't recognize me. There, in the middle of a high school parking lot, I realized the truth. The bastard didn't care for me. The person who had changed my life so much, and who had caused such agony in me, didn't even value the passion we shared together. I felt my anger rise, slowly at first, but then breaking through like a tide bursts against a seawall. The sound in my head grew louder. He had used me.

"How could you," I heard myself scream as my fist flew forward. I felt nothing, but saw his head jerk backwards from my blow, then crash into the side of a car. He grabbed his face and I began swinging again. Dark, red blood began to flow down his neck. But I kept screaming, and hitting him.



The Dreamer Ch. 04



I woke to the quiet whir of moving air. Lying with my head on my pillow, I listened to my breathing. Or was it mine?

The sound of scraping metal caused my eyes to open. It was very dark. I turned my head lightly and saw a dim light reflecting off the bars. Just past the light, I thought I detected a shape. It was the guard; he had stopped at my cell. I could hear the soft jangling of keys.

He stepped silently into my cell, the light causing shadows on his body. I watched while he quietly unzipped his trousers. I sat up in my bed while he pulled his heavy, dark cock from his fly. I licked my lips when he stepped towards me.

Sitting up in the bed, I felt my own hard penis slip through the opening in my shorts. The guard by this time was standing in front of me, his hard cock only inches from my face. 

Slowly I leaned forward and began to blow on the tip. Like a lizard's tongue, my tongue leapt from my lips and licked the head. I heard a deep moan coming from him. As I leaned forward I sucked the head through my lips, inhaling the length of his shaft. It was huge and filled the cavity of my mouth. As I pressed forward the head pushed against the back of my throat. Even when I pushed as far as I could, with my lips puckered, I could barely feel the hair around the base of his huge cock. It was wiry when it brushed against my nose.

I slowly began rocking my shoulders so my mouth moved up and down on his cock. I pulled back until I could surround the huge head with my lips while my tongue licked the wet slit. Then forward again until I felt him once again pressing down the back of my throat. Back and forward I rocked feeling his engorged member like a throbbing piston.

Then he leaned over at his waist and I felt his hand reach downward to grab my cock. My hard pole tingled at his touch. Withdrawing his cock from my mouth, he pushed me backward onto the bed as he went to his knees. His hand gripped both sides of the opening on my boxers as he tore the fabric open, exposing my cock and balls. 

I was leaning back across my bed with my back pushed against the cell wall. I watched while his face lowered towards my erect penis. His breathing increased as his lips embraced the tender head of my cock. I felt his warm, wet mouth press down on my pulsating pole. 

From my mouth I gave a whimpered cry. I had never felt anything so good on my body. I was receiving my first blow job in prison from my guard. My fingers wrapped in his hair while his head moved slowly up and down on my hard prick. I closed my eyes and let the pleasure of his touch fill my body.

Shortly he again leaned back and then he stood. There in my darkened cell he quietly removed his clothes. I watched when he unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall from his shoulders. Next he leaned forward to remove his shoes and socks, followed by his trousers. He laid them silently on the floor before letting his underwear drop.

While I lay watching his slow strip, my hand rubbed my engorged prick. This guard was new to my prison wing. I had noticed his handsome, Hispanic face, dark eyes and hair, but had never imagined this encounter.

He leaned over me and with his hands signaled that I was to move my body lengthwise along the bed. As I changed positions he raised his left leg to climb on the bed on top of me. I felt his hands slip under my armpits when he lowered his torso down on top of my body. 

His face came down towards me and our lips meet. At first they brushed, like two animals sniffing out each other. Then he pressed his mouth down on mine and our kisses became feverish. My hands went around his back as I clawed at his skin. We tried to suppress our breathing should the sound of our passion escape the confines of my cell. I moaned softly only to hear his in reply. Our tongues thrust through our lips and filled each other's mouths. His hips began grinding into mine while our legs writhed on the bed.

Suddenly he leaned back and pushed himself upward while straddling me. He took his fingers to his mouth and spit, then lowered them to spread his spittle over the head of my cock. I watched him move forward still straddling my body. He next reached back to spread his ass cheeks and move down onto me.

I had never fucked a man before so had no idea what to expect as he lowered his ass hole onto my hard cock. At first he was slow, but then he grimaced and sat down hard on my cock. I heard him grunt while feeling the warm insides of him envelope my prick. I was surprised how good it felt.

His tight hole squeezed against my penis now buried deep within his heat. Then his body relaxed and he became looser. Pulling my knees upward I began moving by instinct. I pitched my hips forward to feel my cock go deeper inside his wet ass hole. He leaned forward with each of my thrusts and moaned. His hand went around his cock as his enclosed hand began copying the movement of my hips on his pole. 

We continued like that for 10 minutes or more. Our breathing became louder and I heard quiet whispers through his breath, "Oh, fuck me; fuck me." I replied with "Yes baby, oh yes." We continued to rise and fall on my bed.

I felt my balls tighten and I whispered, "Its coming, I'm going to cum inside of you." He encouraged me with "Yes please, yes." His own stroking grew quicker as I increased my thrusts. Harder and harder I pounded his loosening hole with my cock. I felt the tightness in my loins increase. I held back as well as I could to prolong the bliss I was having. 

Sweat dripped off his body mingling with my own. The bed sheets beneath me grow damp. I pounded harder and just as I knew I could delay my ejaculation no longer I felt hot streams of his cum hitting my chest. "Oh god, I'm cuming," he moaned softly. 

"Agh," I breathed, as my own stream shot through my prick and into him. Thrusting again and again I pushed loads of cum up his warm ass. 

Then, as though prearranged, we both froze. I looked through the dim light to notice his closed eyes, their dark lashes down over his lids. He leaned forward moving his body down on mine. At first I pushed upward not wanting to depart his hole. Eventually, though, I heard a slight swoosh of air as my cock popped free from him.

He was on top of me kissing my face. "Oh baby," he muttered, "that was so good. I've wanted you since I was assigned to this floor. You're so gorgeous." I couldn't believe what my ears were hearing. My heart beat stronger as I kissed him back. 

"I want you," I said. "I want you every night." 

We lay in my bed caressing and kissing over and over. I moved to a position on top of him so that I could kiss his chest and nipples. 

Afterward, when he had dressed, I stood naked in the cell and we kissed for one last time that night. As he slipped quietly through the door locking it from the outside, we stood together and both knew that this prison experience had its advantages. 

He entered my cell every night that week. Each night our passion reached its peak before we tumbled exhausted into buckets of cum and sweat. His name was Rene and he opened the doors of passion and feeling that had been closed within me. I was in heaven for the first time. And then I never saw him again.

There were rumors among the prisoners whenever a guard was changed; obscene rumors about this man that I knew it were untrue. Still my heart, and cock, ached for him.

Night after night I listened for a familiar step that didn't come. Then one night I heard the soft jingle of keys at my cell. I rolled over naked in bed to show my ass in the moonlight coming through the tiny window. A shadow showed against the bars as I held my breath in anticipation. 

"Save it for the girls, sweetheart," I heard an ugly, snarling voice from the corridor. Instead of the well-built frame of Rene I saw a new guard, squatty with a large belly. "Your boyfriend's been fired, sweetie," he said. "Caught diddling with the help, so to speak," he muttered, followed by an ugly laugh. The voice lowered as I heard the unzipping of his trousers. He pulled out his ugly cock, dangling it through the bars. "Now you get over here like a good little girl and take care of your new buddy, or you'll live to regret it." 

I don't like remembering the rest.

One year in prison for a first time, unprovoked assault charge was no picnic; day after long day passed in tedious boredom and mundane labor. After three months my wife's attorney arrived bearing divorce papers which I promptly signed. My parents visited once. It was a miserable hour during which my mother soaked every available cloth with her tears. My son didn't come, but did send cards on my birthday, father's day and Christmas. In each he scribbled a brief message about his activities, but nothing about me. It was as though I had disappeared.

Compared to Rene, the available sex was nothing of interest. The ugly guard continued to insist on a weekly blow job, until he too appeared no longer. After that no guard expressed interest. Sex consisted of a quick occasional fuck in the showers by inmates I'd rather forget. Once in the kitchen store room another inmate and I sucked each other off. It was quick and desperate. That's how I felt, desperate. I even got a note from the young Priest, expressing how God forgives our sins and asking me to call on him when I got out. That would never happen.

Finally I was released to return to Central Texas. As an ex-convict, everything had changed. My old job wouldn't return my calls. I contacted a few old friends and had to tolerate their awkward friendliness. Even my son, now away at college, wanted nothing to do with me.

I found a small apartment and a used car. Eventually I took a job with a warehouse as a receiving clerk. I had no desire for an evening out except an occasional beer in a local tavern. 

But eventually, in time, I began to accept my gayness, and even after some time explored the local gay scene. The crowd was mostly college aged and seemed frivolous. The older men just seemed sad and forced. Or perhaps it was me, I wasn't sure. 

At night as I lay in bed stroking my cock I remembered the smell and taste of Rene. The thought of our blended sweat and juices continued with me. I could close my eyes and taste his lips just as I came. 

I didn't know how to find him. I hadn't even gotten his last name before he was taken away. But his memory never left me.

However, life still had surprises and I got mine one afternoon at work.

I was posting a shipment on my computer when behind me I heard, "Don't I know you?"

I turned and blinked twice at what I was sure was a mistaken identity. His hair was longer, there was a moustache that wasn't there before, perhaps he was heavier, but the bright smile of white teeth against his olive skin was the same. And so were his eyes.

"Rene?" I asked. At first we just stared. Then I rose while he stepped toward me. We shook hands then stood together facing each other forgetting where we were. "This is strange," he said, "I didn't expect to ever see someone from that place again."

"Rene, I can't believe it, it's you," I heard myself say. 

We stood awkwardly reminiscing. After losing the prison job Rene had gone to school for truck driving. Today was only the second time he'd delivered to my warehouse. In the brief minutes we had we both talked excitedly, attempting to catch up with our lives. 

He had another delivery to make, so our time together was short. But it was long enough for me to scribble my address for him. He promised to stop by some evening. My heart skipped from excitement. 

I left for home filled with elation. I ate dinner quickly and washed and dressed. I undressed, and dressed again. Time drug while I waited praying for his arrival. Feeling tired, I reclined on the couch to await a knock on the door. 

Then it came, the soft knock on my door. My heart pounded as I opened it slowly, peering out afraid it wouldn't be Rene. But it was. He came in and we just stood for a minute, grinning and staring into each other's eyes before we lunged.

Our lips smashed against each other's. I felt his hands clutching my back, then my ass. I grasped him in my arms and we rocked about the room as we kissed. Our mouths pressed together, then we kissed frantically over each other's faces and necks. 

I pulled his t-shirt from him as he unbuttoned my shirt. Half-naked we stumbled towards the bedroom kicking our shoes off in the process. Beside the bed we unbuckled each other's belts with excited fingers, before ripping down the zippers and jerking down our trousers. In our underwear we pressed our lips together again, biting as we ground our pelvises into each other. It was brutal sex.

I felt his cock pressing through his boxers. I was wearing jockey shorts and my own hard dick was standing straight up while I rubbed it against his crotch.

We paused to look at each other's bodies, taking in the sight we had been denied in prison. I jerked down his boxers which he quickly kicked to one side. He lowered himself to his knees and quickly pulled down my jockeys. He pressed his face against my cock and rubbed it back and forth.

I took his shoulders and lifted him up and towards the bed. He fell back with me on top of him. Our tongues slid into each other's mouths and then across our faces. I slid down his body licking first his neck, his shoulder bones, before settling on his chest and nipples. Biting his nipples gently then firmly, I heard him moan. I sucked hard and they stiffened beneath my tongue. Going lower still, I paused at his navel and licked down into the crevasse. 

He tasted so good. I felt his fingers grab my hair and hold on tight while I licked down his stomach. I munched at his pubic hair with my teeth, as though a special salad had been prepared for only me.

Finally I arrived at his swollen cock. I licked it first, from the base to the tip. Already drops of pre cum were on the slit of his swollen head. I licked and then swallowed the hard member, pressing down until I felt his head at the back of my throat. Suppressing a gag I lunged down and felt it forced down into my throat. My teeth went around his hard base, and I bit lightly down. 

His moans filled the room when I pulled up from his cock and began devouring his balls. First I licked them, then gently took each one into my mouth and sucked. I sucked his balls while my finger tracked a path between his butt cheeks down to his hole. Slipping a finger inside of him I moved it around in the dampness while I continued to suck his balls.

Then I shifted further down the bed and grabbed each leg with my hands and spread them out and upward. With no fanfare my tongue drove down into his ass hole. The mustiness filled my head while I licked in and around his tight opening. His moaning increased. I glanced upward to see his hands grasp his face. His mouth was open and he was licking his lips with pleasure.

My tongue dove deep within him. The sphincter of his ass tightened around my tongue, and then loosened while I continued my burrowing. I wanted every inch of him.

Abruptly, I sat up and dropped his legs while pivoting on one knee; I straddled his torso with my own ass towards his face. I sat backward spreading my butt cheeks while I descended on his head. I felt his tongue when my own hole lined up with his mouth. 

"Eat me out Rene, each me out baby," I cried while pressing down on his tongue. I felt its probing wetness enter inside of me. Leading forward I took his cock in my mouth and began sucking hard. Sounds of pleasure filled the room, though I couldn't tell which were from my own throat and which were from his.

His tongue began running up and down my ass crack and licking the base of my balls which were by now spread over his face. I clasped his balls with my hands while I sucked more and more on the hard pole. I felt his hand grab my own hard cock and begin to stroke. I lifted my ass while he pulled my prick backward and down into his mouth. We lay there swallowing each other's cocks as our heads lunged forward and back. 

I felt I would cum soon but didn't want to stop. It had been too long since I'd last seen this man. I could tell he was also near as his balls began to tighten. We each sucked harder, tasting the musty flavors of sweat, ass hole and dripping pre cum. I heard his breath quicken and suddenly hot, spicy cum began to fill my mouth. I could hold my own no longer and I felt it erupt into his mouth, accompanied by a muffled scream of pleasure. 

We both came longer and harder than any time before. Neither of us wanted to let go of the other's cock. Finally I felt his hardness leave. 

I pulled upward as he released my own dick. My mouth fell again on his. Our kisses once again devoured each other. I heard him whisper, "Don, I love you." My own pleas of love smothered his. We embraced and kissed until we were exhausted.

Later, lying together in the dark room, he told me that he never wanted to lose me again. I knew that he wouldn't. We would always be there for each other, just the way I had always imagined.



The Dreamer Ch. 02



"Hey, what's up?" I heard from the doorway of my room. I had been hunched over a chemistry book studying before the interruption by a dorm mate, Ronnie. 

"Hey, yourself," I replied. "What's up with you?" 

"Ah, just bored," he replied. "I'm thinking about going for a drive out by the lake. You interested? Do you want to take a break from the books for a while?"

"Sure, why not," I responded, closing my book. As I stood I added, "I've reached a brain dead point studying for the test tomorrow anyway. Maybe some air will clear my head."

Ronnie was one of the guys in my dorm. I knew him, but not too well. I did stop to consider it odd that he would be inviting me to go with him somewhere. He was roommates with another guy I knew, Ed, a strange type of fellow. Ed was a Drama major and stood out in contrast to the typical college jocks that mostly inhabited the dorm. 

As my memories of that evening formed, I lay my bed returning to that long ago night. Memories that I had blocked with a heavy wall of denial for all of the years afterward soon took over my mind.

The night was a mild West Texas evening. As Ronnie drove away from campus into the countryside the lights from the medium-sized town that was home to our college reflected a skyward glow. 

"Where are we heading?" I asked. 

"Have you ever been out to Fort Kingdom Hill Lake?" Ronnie replied. "It's about 5 miles east of town."

"Nope," I replied. "I've heard it mentioned but I seldom get off campus since I don't have a car."

"Well, kick back and enjoy the ride, pal," Ronnie grinned and cast me an unusual grin. I even thought that he'd winked at me, a gesture which, though innocent I was sure, left me with a slight queasiness in my stomach. 

The ride passed quickly. Soon Ronnie was turning off the highway onto a narrow asphalt roadway which began to wind over a series of small hills and into a stretch with more trees than is common in west Texas. 

"Look at this," I said, "trees. What sort of place is this?" I asked. 

"The trees get their roots watered from the lake. This whole area is nearly a forest, comparatively speaking, for west Texas that is," he added with a grin and once again gave me a look that I found strange.

We began to pass driveways leading into the trees through which we could see lights from houses.

"This whole lake is populated with houses of people in the town. It's long and narrow," Ronnie explained.

"Where are we going," I asked? "Do we have a destination or are we just wandering?"

"Oh yeah," he answered, "there's a dam a ways up here where I like to come. Not many people know about this part of the lake so there is usually no one else around. Sometimes I park and go for a swim."

"A swim huh?" I answered. "You should have told me to bring a bathing suit, a swim sounds nice."

"Bathing suit?" Ronnie replied with a snort, "I never wear one out here. Skinny dipping is the way I like to swim." 

I felt a small dread enter my stomach. The thought of swimming naked out here made me nervous. "Skinny dipping," I answered him. "Are you sure that it's safe to do that out here?" 

"As long as we're not making a lot of noise, sure it is." 

Ronnie began to slow the car as he approached a small dam. He steered the car down a small embankment and parked near the edge of the lake. "Here we are," he said as he turned out the lights. 

I got out of the car after he had exited and began to look around, unsure of myself and the setting. I looked over the car to see Ronnie removing his shirt and the pants. In a short fashion he walked to the side of the car where I was standing and I saw that he was completely naked. 

"Well, strip down man, let's get swimming." He tugged on his dick as the said this. 

Still feeling nervous I began to disrobe while also trying to force down nervous feelings of freight, as well as excitement. "Are you sure it's okay to do this Ronnie, we could get caught."

"Jeeze, man, you're such a wimp. We're not going to get caught and besides, if we are what's the big deal. Most guys skinny dip at one time or another in our lives, I can't believe you haven't." He continued as I stepped out my jeans and began pulling down my boxers. "Shit man where I've from we were doing this in elementary school."

I could feel him staring at me when I bent over to step out of my underwear. I really felt exposed standing here naked with him. 

"Well, you're finally ready, let's get swimming," and he turned to step down to the lake.

"Where are we heading?" I asked. The lake was long and narrow, no more than 150 yards at its widest point and perhaps half of a mile long. Most of the properties dotting the edge had a dock jutting into the lake. As I I took in this fact I was also taking in the sight of the round cheeks on Ronnie's backside. Moonlight shinned off the water and reflected on his body as he descended into the water. Ronnie was well built, though a little stocky. I, however, had not yet filled out and though muscular, was still slender. 

He lowered into the water and began to swim; I quickly followed. I swam parallel with him as we breast stroked through the water, each stroke beginning to match each other's. 

Shortly Ronnie pulled up to tread water, I did the same. "Over there," he pointed. "There's a dock that's at a house that's not lit up. I don't think anybody lives there."

In a short time we had reached the dock and I saw Ronnie duck under. I did also and found him sitting on a submerged cross beam supporting the dock. The space was dark; only streams of light filtered through the wooden planks above us.

"This is a good spot," he said. "We can chill out under here and catch our breath."

I took hold of the crossbeam for support as I floated in the water. Very soon Ronnie slipped from his seated place and dropped into the water beside me. 

"This is nice," he said. "It's so quiet and peaceful under here."

I floated with the rhythm of the water slapping against the dock. Our legs briefly brushed against each other and I felt a small thrill shoot through my stomach. I had never been with another man naked like this. Even though I wanted to deny the thrill this adventure was causing me, it was hard to do. My cock, though not hard, had become tumescent and floated out from my body in rhythm with his motions. 

Ronnie began moving his arms beneath the water in a movement treading water. Suddenly I felt his hand brush by my penis, immediately causing me to have a full erection. Afraid that he might have noticed, I pulled back in the water hoping to hide my growing excitement. 

Ronnie surged toward me in the water and reached to take ahold of a beam just over my head. Our bodies came together and I felt our cocks brush each other's. 

"Looks like we've both got a little problem," he said. 

"Wha...what do you mean," I muttered between clinched lips. As I became more nervous I could feel myself shaking in the water. 

"I'm talking about right here," he said and I felt his hand take hold of my now fully erect cock.

"What are you doing, Ronnie," I said. "We could get caught out here, besides," I searched for the words to stop his activity, though my searching was half-hearted. Ronnie's touch had caused electric tingling to radiate up my body from my cock. I was beginning to gasp with excitement.

"Besides what?" Ronnie muttered. "You are inexperienced? You mean you've never done something like this with another guy?"

I could only shake my head since my breathing had become sharp with excitement. I tried to clamp my teeth together harder to stop them from chattering. I could feel his fingers stroke my cock lightly while charges radiated through my body. 

"Ed and I have come out here before," he said. "He's been certain that you would like this." He suddenly reached behind me to touch my butt cheeks as he pulled himself toward me. Our slick bodies brushed against each other and his skin felt silky against mine.

"Ronnie," I tried to speak, "I don't know if I should..." pausing I searched for words when I heard him whisper, "Should what?"

His lips touched mine and I jerked backwards and in reaction said sharply, "No."

Instead of pulling away, he held me closer. Despite myself I let one arm slip around his body while with the other arm I clung to a beam. 

Once again his mouth pressed against mine, this time more firmly. Despite feelings of fear and horror, I kissed him back. Our lips opened and our tongues began a dance in each other's mouth, probing deeply. 

Soon I was rubbing my body against his and our hard cocks pressed against the other's. 

"This is good," he mumbled as we kissed. His hand had reached around and was again stroking my cock. Then he said, "Why don't you touch mine." 

Despite myself I reached around with my free and had felt the swollen flesh of his erect penis. My excitement became undeniable and I lurched into him, my kisses covering his mouth and lower face. I felt his lips on my neck as he sucked on the skin. We were thrashing in the water, trying to stay afloat while at the same time kissing and feeling each other as much as possible. Finally Ronnie said, "Let's go on the shore where we can lie down." 

I protested but found myself following him to the shoreline beside the dock where Ronnie quickly laid down on the grass with me following. We continued our kissing while jerking on each other's dicks. This was all I knew to do and Ronnie wasn't providing any lead. 

"Ronnie, I'm going to cum in a minute doing this." 

He said through his hard breathing, "Me too, man, let's do it." 

We each pulled each other's poles more vigorously and soon I felt the tightening of muscles in my stomach and balls just as a surge began in my body. Suddenly, cum spit out of cock and splashed onto Ronnie's stomach. Just as abruptly I felt splashed of hot fluid begin landing over my hand, stomach, and even up on my chest. I was covered with his hot jizz. 

We lay still once we'd both finished. An awkward silence came between us. I lay on the ground shocked at what had transpired. 

Ronnie stood and without saying a word splashed back into the lake. He began swimming back the way we came. 

Though I had no idea of what to express, such behavior from him left me feeling rejected, and ashamed. Realizing that he could conceivably leave without me, I quickly dove back into the lake and swam in his wake. 

There were no words said once we were back in the car or on the ride back to campus. In fact, Ronnie and I hardly spoke the rest of the semester; though on more than one occasion I saw his roommate looking at me strangely. Then just before the semester ended I heard that Ronnie had dropped out of school and returned to his home. No one seemed to know any more details and I, by then, was too much in denial to force an inquiry. My life went on and I was fully intending to never experience again what I'd felt back at the lake. But I had with Mike. I had even experienced more. 

The day after my affair with Mike passed slowly with me in a dream-like state. Any memory of our encounter ran into memories of the time with Ronnie, causing my cheeks and face to flush shades of red. I began to imagine that every glance from a co-worker, or the slightest look from my wife over breakfast, was a bold accusation of my shame.

Longings that I had spent my life covering with layers of self-righteous respectability erupted without provocation. I thought of my job, my family, my church, my work, but nothing could present a barrier to the uncovering of my lust. 

By mid-day I had retired to the privacy of a stall in the men's room where I stroked my cock, my head flooded with thoughts of both Ronnie and Mike. Holding my hard prick down into the toilet bowl I shot a fevered load of cum and heard it splash into the water. 

Later that afternoon I greeted news from my wife that an appointment would keep her out late with relief. This was not to be. 

I arrived at home to find my 18-year-old son with several of his friends, all in a state of excitement over their team's wrestling match the next day. My quiet home was filled with grappling 18 and 19-year-old boys, their grunts and shouts filling the air. "Hey, Mr. Warren," one of the boys shouted on my arrival, his head buried underneath the arm of another boy. Both boys had their legs locked together in a scissors hold struggling for leverage.

"Coming to the match tomorrow, Mr. Warren?" another boy spoke as he stepped from the kitchen into our living room with a Coke in one hand and sandwich in the other. The boys were all seniors on the school wrestling team. I remembered them all as children, but now they were all 18-year-old young men about to graduate from high school and enter adulthood. I could scarcely recall where the years had gone. 

My son was arm wrestling with another boy, using the coffee table as a brace. I was pulled from my self-absorption. "You boys break anything in this room and you're all dead," I heard myself say. However, what my eyes took in was the tight, round ass of my son's best friend straining against the fabric of gym shorts as his legs flayed against those of the boy he had pinned on the floor. I thought of Mike's firm ass and felt my cock lunge forward against my pants. Pinned with his back to the floor, the boy's legs flung apart revealing a large bulge beneath the straining fabric. My own cock strained as if to greet it. 

Abruptly turning from the room, I hurried up the stairs towards the second floor as my son called out, "Hey Dad, I ordered pizza for us. It's on the way. Can I use your card to pay for it?" 

Calling a hasty affirmative, I hurried into my bedroom, slamming the door behind me in fear that one of the boys had noticed the erection pressing against my pants leg. Falling backward onto the bed, in one swift motion, I unclasped my belt buckle and unzipped my pants; just as swiftly my swollen cock was in my hands. I was already close ejaculating. 

My breathing accompanied the rapid strokes of my right hand on my prick. Suppressing a moan, I felt my engorged balls become tighter. Suddenly hot cum squirted violently from me. My head fell backward as my hips lurched with each squirt. "Mike," I whispered, "Oh Mike, what have you done?"

My passion spent, I covered my eyes and laid on the bed writhing in my shame. I hadn't controlled my urges. I could have been caught by one of the boys. What kind of immoral creature was I becoming? 

Later that evening, when the house was silent and all of the boys had gone, I emerged from the bedroom and went downstairs. I finished two cold pizza slices left behind by the boys. My son wouldn't return, he would spend the night with one of the other wrestlers. I didn't know when my wife would return. I was alone.

Several beers later I sat staring at a television screen mindlessly, numb to all feelings. It was after ten and still my wife wasn't home. I didn't know which I hated the thought of more, the shame of disappointment and betrayal that I would feel in her presence or my loneliness in her absence.

I turned off the television and returned upstairs. 

I undressed and stepped into the bathroom, bending at the tub to turn on the water. Standing naked in front of the mirror, I was shocked at my condition. The excess poundage of middle age stared back at me, an accusation of lost years. My eyes were more deeply set than I remembered. They were surrounded by darkening circles and deepening lines. Where had it all gone?

Later, in bed, I attempted to pray. But exhaustion and escape overcame me at once, and all was quickly blankness. 

The next morning the high school gymnasium was ablaze with color. More people than I had expected streamed into the stands. Cheers rang out as our team as our young warriors filed out from the door to the lockers and onto the gym floor. Two large wrestling mats waited for them on the floor. Amid the cheers, our high school team took their places side by side the down the length of one mat. Each well-conditioned young man stood proudly in his tight yellow wrestling singlet. My own son was near the middle of the line. I was shocked when, seeing him amidst his teammates, I realized that his body had developed muscles I hadn't even noticed. Then I felt shame from the way I was staring at the young wrestlers. 

As the opposition team filed in through another door, boos and jeers rose from the local crowd, along with a small smattering of applause from the few visitors. I tried to appear casual to all this display of burgeoning masculinity but I felt my cock begin to twinge.

The visitors wore dark blue singlets in contrast to the bright yellow of those worn by our home team. The yellow seemed obscene. Its brightness clung to every shape of the boy's bodies. "What was that coach thinking?" I found myself thinking. "Those singlets show every bulge they have.

Indeed they did. Once the matches began, I couldn't take my eyes off

the shape of the muscular young men. As each began his match, his ass crack became filled and defined with the spandex fabric. The bulges of their cocks and balls were pronounced under the material of their suits. With every stretch of their bodies, muscles strained against the fabric. The home team's yellow singlets became semi-transparent when wet with with sweat. I could see the straps from the boy's jocks lined across their asses. One young man's straps hung exposed beneath the fabric of his singlet. 

The action continued and seemed to become fiercer with each contest. Cheers and shouts of encouragement filled the gym. Young muscled gods lunged glistening from sweat, then strained and twisted with the violence of their contact.

My concentration wavered and I felt slightly dizzy. I hardly knew which boy won and which lost. Even my own son became just another wet body in this expanse of young manhood. Cheers and cries and applause rose and fell around me. I began feeling closed in and felt I could barely breathe. I needed air. 

Standing, I made my way from the stands and hurried towards the first exit I saw. The door opened and I was in a hallway. I walked forward hoping to find an exit from the building, but I only found door after door down a seemingly endless hallway. I reached the end but there was nowhere to go except through the last closed door. Pushing forward I entered into what was obviously a locker room. I was sweating and near to panic.

I stepped into a room which appeared empty, the walls covered with gray metal lockers. Ahead I saw a passage leading into another room with the gleam of white tile. Turning to leave, I was met by the glaze of a large, muscular teenage boy, one of those boys at my home yesterday. He was staring at me, questions were in his eyes. One shoulder strap of his sweaty singlet was removed and dangled at his side. He had obviously been in the process of undressing and I had startled him.

Waiting for an explanation, or some word from either of us, the dank air of the locker room hung with anticipation. Neither of us moved, except I lowered my eyes to the front of his singlet. Pressing against the fabric, and rising up his stomach, was an obviously hard cock. 

"I," he muttered, "I...uh...don't know what happened, Mr. Warren. I'm sorry," his voice trailed off with his apology as he turned his head away. Deep, red splotches covered his cheeks. 

Silence stood between us. The room echoed breathing; was it mine or was it his? Looking at the shape of a large erection pressing outward on the yellow fabric I heard a distant voice calmly say, "It's all right. Nothing's wrong. All of that wrestling just got you excited, that's all." It was my voice I had heard. I also felt a bulge running down my leg, pressing outward on my trousers. 

Slowly his right arm, the one extending from his naked shoulder, began moving slightly against his side. His hand opened and the tips of his fingers lightly stroked his swollen cock through the thin, yellow spandex.