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Dreaming Ch. 01

By: 12inCCrunner



I was back in college after the summer spent at home, a relatively boring vacation. I was glad to be back in Boston again, I had missed it. Anyway this was the first day with a new course and a new professor. 

As I walked into the room it was filled mostly with the people that I recognized from last year. They were mainly the same people that had filled my classes because it is a small program that I attend, so almost everything I took had basically the same people. Not that it was a problem. It presented ample opportunities to make a very close group of friends, and you could work together on almost every project. 

It was a small class only about 18 people. I chose my seat next to Eric, a close friend of mine whom I had been lusting after the year earlier . . . not that he knew about it though. When the professor walked in he was carrying an armful of old notebooks, which seemed very strange to me. He explained their presence though as soon as he began. 

You see he was a very meticulous professor and since it was such a small class he had somehow collected notebooks that at some point or another each person in the class had done before. Very strange, not to mention very difficult to get those considering the comments from most of us were "I threw that out a long time ago." 

As he went through the stack he pointed out details about different things that were good or bad about each. Finally he called out my name, and held up a notebook, which to my embarrassment had a cover of a picture of a man standing next to a bicycle wearing nothing but a tight pair of shorts. 

Since I was still not completely open about my sexuality (I'm bisexual if you must know) this was quite a shock. As he went through the notebook I realized three things. First I realized that the notebook was from fifth grade. Second that the cover was something I had never done on a notebook. Finally from these I realized I was dreaming. 

Well no point in wasting a perfectly good dream - especially one with Eric in it - by waking up. Since it was a dream I could do anything I wanted - and I did. 

First, I reached out my hand and the cover flew off once I held it I turned it over to reveal the name Karen V., obviously not mine which I informed the class quieting their snickers. Then knocking the book from the professor's hand I pointed out that it was from fifth grade. 

Now revenge taken care of it was time to turn my attention to Eric. Suddenly we were no longer in the classroom but back in my apartment. 

Eric turned to me and says, "It's a shame that the picture wasn't really yours." 

Smiling, I looked into his beautiful blue-green eyes and said, "Why you're much better looking." Then reached over and kissed him. His first response was shock, and then he began to kiss me back. 

One very passionate kiss, with our tongues tangled together wrestling back and forth between our two mouths. I reached down his back to feel his ass. That perfect bubble-butt that I had admired so many times. Watching as it jiggled slightly when he walked. Or watching it pressed tight into the shorts that he was wearing while roller blading. 

I pulled us back onto the couch so that our bodies were pressed close together. That close contact even through our clothing excited me. However, that wasn't good enough. As soon as I though about it our shirts disappeared. The contact between our chests sent lightning all over my skin as our kiss continued. I rolled us over so that I was now on top and broke our kiss. I proceeded to kiss a trail down his neck, to his chest and then over to his right nipple. Licking and sucking, the bronze colored nipple quickly had it very erect. 

I moved over to the left nipple and continued on it what I had started with its counterpart. Eric let out a soft groan as he ran his fingers through my hair. I moved back up to his mouth and kissed him again. Then removed both of our shorts. 

His navel captured my attention. Clothed in soft hairs, that seemed to draw me to it. I licked and sucked and kissed his entire stomach, and in between the muscles of his abdomen. 

Finally he decided it was his turn to be on top and pushed me back to the other end of the couch, then climbed on top of me. Kissing me more aggressively than he had before. 

He continued down my neck, kissing and licking his way down to my chest. Then teasing my right nipple with his hand and my left with his tongue, he started to move down again. He kissed his way down my stomach and across my abs, down to my belly button. Flicking his tongue in it and around it. I was in heaven. While still licking my stomach he reached his hand down to grab my stiff cock through my silk boxers. 

Lightly caressing it through the material enjoying the feel of it twitching inside its cloth prison. Then he moved his hand down further, to knead my balls inside the material. But this wasn't enough. He wanted more. Sliding his hand down my leg until he reached the end of my boxers, then sliding his hand up my leg on the inside of my boxers. 

He reached in and massaged my nuts briefly. Then moved his hand down to lightly stroke that sensitive area that runs between my nuts and my asshole. This motion sent shivers of delight across my skin. 

He'd had enough of teasing. With one smooth motion he lifted my legs up and slid my boxers down and off. He started licking my sack with a long stroke, causing me to moan with pleasure. Then he took his and wrapped it around my steel hard shaft. Taking his thumb and sliding it over the head spreading my pre-cum around the tip. Finally when he had me moaning and writhing in ecstasy. He opened his mouth and engulfed the head. Sliding his tongue around the ridge of the head causing me to moan some more. 

I reached down and laid my hand on his head, his beautiful head that was giving me so much pleasure now. As I ran my fingers through is hair, he began to swallow my cock, when he finally got down to the base he began this intense suction as he slowly moved back up to the top. Settling into a slow up and down motion while all that I was able to do was moan with delight. 

Finally I mustered the strength to pull him off my cock. Kissing him I told him that I didn't want to shoot off so soon. I reached my hand down to feel his dick straining against the fabric that encased it. Nearly ripping off the boxer briefs in my haste to remove them I slid my tongue across his steely organ. Licking all around the slit and then covering the head with my saliva. I let the head slip into mouth and delighted at the feeling of the velvety smooth skin covering his rock hard cock sliding around in my mouth. I worked my way down to the base of his cock then vacuumed my way back up to the top. 

He entwined his fingers behind my head holding on to me so tightly I knew he was lost in the pleasure he was feeling. As I continued to play with his cock using my tongue I felt his body tense. I knew he getting close. This only made me speed up my actions. Driving him to the writhing insanity of orgasm. 

His hands clamped around my head holding me at the base of his cock. He fired one quick spurt of cum before I pulled my head back up to the tip. I wanted to taste his sweet nectar that I had desired for so long. Shot after shot he fired into my mouth and I catching every precious drop in my mouth. 

After he finally relaxed I moved back up to his mouth kissing him again and releasing some of his cum which I had saved just for him. Our tongues intertwined between us. The flavor of his tongue combined in my mouth as I savored it in delighted ecstasy. 

But now it was his turn. 

He rolled us over so that I was once again lying beneath him. And he again kissed his way down my body. Down my chest, down my stomach, bypassing my rigid cock - which by that time was aching for release - down to my nuts licking them only briefly before passing on to that sensitive spot between my legs. His tongue was driving me wild, I was on the verge of shooting. But he had other plans, and before I reached the point of no return his tongue traveled upwards and his mouth enveloped each of my testicles in turn. Rolling each of them gently around his mouth and massaging them with his tongue. 

Finally he'd had enough of teasing me, and began a cat-like lapping across my skin going from my nuts, slowly going from the base of my cock, licking along the underside up to the ridge of the head, passing his tongue across that tender ridge with gently sweeping strokes. He moved up to engulf the head with his mouth. Licking across the slit with his tongue, to taste my pre-cum that was by that time flowing like a river. I was trembling as he lifted his mouth off my cock-head and began to slowly lick his way back along the path that it had followed. 

Suddenly orgasm slammed into me. I screamed aloud and my cock began shooting. The first couple shots landing on his face, my cum splashing along one of his eyebrows and his cheek. But before anymore could shoot out he swallowed the head again drinking in each shot of creamy white jism. 

After I had relaxed he climbed back up to my face. I licked my cum off his face. It had rolled down his face leaving a trail from his forehead down to the strong line of his jaw. Satisfied that his face was clean I moved to his mouth and kissed him deeply. We just lay there cuddling in each other's arms lingering in the post orgasmic bliss. 

Suddenly I sat bolt upright in my bed, having been awakened by something. What was it? I was still confused by the sudden transition from sleep to wakefulness. There it was again. It was the phone ringing. I got up to walk across my bedroom to grab the receiver. 

It was my mom. What a way to ruin a perfectly good morning up till that point. Within seconds my cock went limp. When I finally extricated myself from the conversation I no longer had the desire to jack off. So I went to take a shower. 

The hot water streaming down my body felt wonderful. I shut my eyes to luxuriate in the warmth. When suddenly the phone rang again. I shut the shower off and went for the phone again. Figuring it was my mom again I got irritated and answered the phone with an abrupt "Hello." 

The voice on the other end however, made my cock begin to stir again. It was Eric. 

"Hello, Mark?" 

"Yeah, hi Eric. Sorry I sounded like an ass, but I just got off the phone with my mom a few minutes ago and then stepped in the shower and I thought it was her calling again." 

"Oh well that's ok." 

"Did you have some reason why you called?" 

"Yeah but now that I think about it, it seems kinda stupid." 

"Well that's ok, since you've already called you might as well tell me about it." 

"Yeah I guess so. Well it was just that I'd had this strange dream and I know you had taken a couple of psych courses." 

"Oh ok, well are you going to tell me about it." 

"Well it was just that the strangest thing about it was that you were in it...

Dreaming Ch. 01



I look up into the canopy of leaves as I awaken to a most unusual feeling: a pair of lips wrapped around my cock. How did I get here? I remember now. We're on the bank of the Boguechitto River in Mississippi at an old swimming hole I've brought us to. There's a small waterfall and I can hear the babble off to the left. As I awaken and realize what is happening, my breath catches slightly and you slide upwards and away enough to look up at my face. Seeing that I'm awake, your eyes laugh and you moan as you kiss your way down the underside of my cock.

We came here to have a picnic. After laying out a blanket, you suggested a swim. I, of course, immediately agreed. Entering the chilly water, we talked and splashed around for a few minutes before finally getting our heads wet. I showed off a bit...trying to swim upstream against the fastest part of the waterfall. It's impossible of course. When I drifted back towards you, only your head was above the water. As I approached, you giggled and lifted your swimsuit out of the water and handed it to me. Before I could react, you grasped my arms and pulled me close. Your warm skin caused a reaction in me that's beyond my conscious control. In other words, you definitely had my "attention".

As we hugged and caressed, your hands tugged at my trunks and I pulled away slightly to finish the job. I handed you my trunks and we laughed. Taking back the trunks, I moved near the bank and hung both suits on some roots that overhang there. Hands available now, I took your hands and pulled you toward the waterfall. The water only falls a couple of feet but I know a secret: I showed you how I can duck under the falls into a space behind the water. Pulling you through with me, we embraced in the hidden cove. We were still up to our chests in the river but there's enough space to raise our heads and peer out through the falling water. We shared a hidden kiss that lasted for several minutes before it melted into little kisses along the neck and shoulders. The whole time our hands were free to explore. Under the cold water, warm fingers found all the secrets places and spaces. Before long, you didn't have any secrets anymore...I'd found them all. We ended up with your legs wrapped around my waist with my cock nuzzling your clit. Not wanting to go too far yet, you teasingly pulled away, still breathing heavily, and suggested we eat.

Through the waterfall again, not for the last time I hope, and toward the bank we waded hand in hand. I stopped to gather the suits. I'm a little embarrassed. We'd never actually seen each other nude and I was still completely at attention. I'm sure I turned red but you didn't seem to notice and reached out for me, smiling. Holding hands again, we worked our way up the slippery bank. I showed you how to put on the flip-flops we'd left there and rinse your feet with them still on so you don't have to live with sandy, gritty toes while we picnic.

We dried off a bit and sat down to feast on a gourmet meal I'd prepared with your tastes in mind. Afterwards, comfortable and warm in the late August heat, we fell back onto the blanket. I rested my head on one of my arms and you lay your head on my other arm, cuddling against me. Warm and happy, I must have dozed off while watching the clouds through the trees. That's when you must have taken the initiative.

Now I'm fully awake again and you have my complete attention. Kissing your way down my cock your lips favor each of my balls for a moment also. My body is tensed from head to toe: the back of my neck is tingling, my nipples are hard, my toes are curled. You have me. I'm yours.

After working your way back up, your lips settle again around the head of my cock. I reach a hand down to caress your shoulders...tickle your neck...play with your hair. The next few minutes are indescribable yet unforgettable. I know this is a first and try to savor every moment...make it last. As I build, my fingers tangle in your hair and remain there. Finally I can hold back no longer and explode into a new level of existence. You've brought me to a new place and I never want to go back.

As my breathing returns to normal, you pull back a bit and rest your head on my belly. It rises and falls with my breathing allowing you to reach out your tongue and tickle the head of my cock every now and then, sending a thrill down to my toes. I suddenly realize I may have been pulling your hair. Untangling my fingers, I release your hair and rest my hand on your back, thanking you and apologizing with my caresses.

Breathing deeply and staring up into the trees, I doze again...contented. Later, as I wander back toward consciousness, I wonder if it was all a dream. It cannot have been real. Could it?

Could it?



Dreaming Ch. 01



I woke up at 9:40 am one Friday morning. It was late for me; I typically wake anytime between 6 and 8. I yawned and stretched in bed. I ran my right hand through my brown hair which wasn't short, but not really long either. It was a Justin Beiber haircut truly. However, my hair sort of grows to the right; perhaps this is because of the years my right hand stoked it to that side. When I use my left hand it feels weird.

I looked out of the window to check out the weather and screamed when I found an earwig. Lately, there have been an abundance of earwigs by my bedroom window. If I left the window open for a few hours, when I returned I was almost guaranteed a bug or two sitting right where the window should close. I silently screamed; the force and emotion in my voice still showed me to be scared and frightened however, the volume was that of a loud whisper. 

I grabbed an unused small flashcard and began to touch the bug, trying to encourage him out of the window. I hate killing bugs; in fact I don't really like it when anything dies. I used to enjoy playing games like Grand Theft Auto but stopped because I felt guilty when I killed a character. I shoved the earwig closer to the window's opening hoping he would leave soon. I was standing a bit away from the window, not wanting to be closer than I had to be to the creature. I was off balance when I reached over at one point and tripped slightly. I gave another short, silent scream. "Did I kill the earwig?" I thought rapidly after I regained composure. I couldn't see him; where did he go?

I looked on the floor, on the window sill, the wall. Then, I checked the flashcard and there he was. I sighed a great sigh of relief. My brown eyes went from tensed to relaxed when I rediscovered the bug's location. But then, they quickly reverted for the bug began to crawl to me. I was 2 cm away from my index when I threw him out of the window on the top floor of my two story house. I wondered for a while if he would survive the fall. Hopefully, he would. I closed the window and saw that it was raining. I love the rain! I live in Ireland, so it rains here almost every week.

I began a naked walk from bedroom to bathroom and brought a towel. My shower in the morning was something I looked forward to; it was a vital necessity for a good day. During my shower, as I rubbed lynx into my flat, white stomach, my cock began to harden. I forgot about it when I saw the insect. I love to jerk off in the shower; I reached down and lightly, slowly, pulled back my foreskin. I could feel the water gently pass over my sensitive head. I was extremely hard now. With closed eyes, I imagined him. He was the man in my wet dreams, the man who made me moan every time I thought of him. This time was no different and I was glad the sounds of the cascading shower overwhelmed my own call of pleasure. 

The man was about a foot taller than my 5ft5 frame and stockier too. His chest was lightly dusted with hair. He had the most beautiful blue eyes and his brown hair was shorter than mine. When I met him, he almost always had a powerful black designer suit on. He smelled like he was wearing the most expensive cologne on the market, however, after sex, when he is sweaty, he smells manly and musky. 

We were in a public bathroom. I was at the urinal, relieving myself and that was when I noticed him. He came over and stood right next to me. I looked at him in his eyes, his beautiful eyes. As I finished, I reached down to shake my cock and that was when he made his first move. "Get in the stall nearest the door, now." His voice was magical. It wasn't rough today or angry, but even if I wasn't willing to do whatever he wanted, I could tell he meant business. 

Not wanting to anger my man anymore, I simply walked into the stall obligingly. There, I waited. He came soon enough to me. His fly was still down and he carried and obvious bulge. "Are you ready to suck my dick, twink?" he asked. We both knew it was rhetorical. His cocky attitude got me off; I love men in charge. I got down to my knees and reached into his pants, through his fly. I pulled his cock through and stroked it to full hardness. He had an amazing 9" cock. The base had just the right amount of pubic hair. My cock was a much more average 5". I reached into my own pants and began to wank as I pleasured this God of a man. 

I let my tongue lick over the head, just the head. It was all very slow. I was still stroking the shaft and as I would let my tongue wash his cock head, I would pull back the foreskin. He tasted delicious. He moaned when I touched his with my tongue so I knew he was enjoying it. His hands ran through my hair and roughly took hold of my head. I let go of my grip of his with my hand and I put him into my mouth. 

"Ah, fuck!" he cried. "Yes!"

My head bobbed on his manly cock. With one hand on my own cock, the other played with his balls. "Suck my cock, you fucking slut!" he roared!

For a moment, I thought someone my hear him; he was being so loud. Then, I thought, do I really care? I didn't. I continued to orally please this Adonis.

He tore his cock from my mouth and slapped it against my face. "Oh yeah! You're a dirty cunt!" his filthy mouth turned me on so much! Roughly, he shoved his cock back in my mouth and fucked me. He was getting so rough with me, I loved it. 

"Do you want my cum, bitch? Huh, do you?" He took his cock out of my mouth and slapped my face. "Yes, I want it!" I screamed! 

"Then say what I want to hear?" The authority in his voice was frightening, and so erotic.

I knew what he wanted me to say. I said it in all of our encounters. I was close to blowing my load too. He looked fiercely at me in my eyes. I could see anger there, definitely. Lust, obviously. 

"Go on, tell me!" he roared! He slapped me again.

"I LOVE YOU!" 

His cum shot all over my face. Some went into my mouth and the rest washed over my visage. I came too, leaving a stain I didn't care about on my pants. The cum tasted tangy but so good. I lived for his cum. 

Then I woke up from my daydream and shot an enormous load in the shower. I screamed while I ejaculated. With my right hand on my cock, wildly stroking, my other hand grasped my hair. 

I wish I could meet a man like that for real, I thought as I rinsed my body clean of the evidence of masturbation. I made extra sure I cleaned myself thoroughly as I was getting ready for an interview at a restaurant. I needed the money badly so I was putting huge amounts of effort into my appearance. 

When I got at the interview, you will never guess who I saw? Let me know what you think!



Dreaming Ch. 02



Now on with the story... 

"Well it was just that the strangest thing about it was that you were in it..." 

"Whoa hold up for a minute, I was in your dream. That's kinda strange." 

"Yeah you were." I could hear him hesitate on the other line, damn I should have handled that better - can't get very far basically calling him a freak. "Well it was a strange dream all around." 

Good he continued I thought I'd lost him there for a minute. "Yeah tell me about it." 

"Huh?" 

"I said to tell me about it." Whew, quick cover. 

"It sounded like you'd had a strange dream too." Damn he knew me too well. 

I conceded defeat, "Well yes I guess I did as a matter of fact..." and after a brief pause decided to go for the gusto "and you were in my dream as well." It couldn't hurt, after all he had been dreaming about me as well. 

I decided then that maybe we should talk about this in person. "Why don't we meet somewhere and talk about it, I really need my morning coffee." 

"So do I, how about the GSU (student union where there is a food court) in twenty minutes, I need to get a shower." Mmmm, thoughts of him in the shower and the after-affects of the dream were getting me all hot again. 

"Sounds good to me, see ya' there." 

I hung up the phone and got dressed quickly. I left my apartment locking the door behind me and walked down the street to catch the T (the Boston subway for those who don't know). And caught the green line to take me to the GSU. 

A few minutes later I was back on campus and heading down the sidewalk for the student union. I looked inside and didn't see Eric, but went on in and found a table. Eric rolled up a few minutes later on his roller blades and came inside. I waved to get his attention. 

"Hi." 

"Good morning. Ready for some coffee." 

"Definitely." 

As we walked towards coffee and a bagel I couldn't help but let my gaze wander to that very lovely ass of his. 

"You ok?" His comment jolting me out of my reverie. 

"Yeah I'm fine." 

"You sure, you look kinda out of it today." 

"Yeah I guess I am not quite with it today." Of course I'd much rather be with him, in my apartment in bed, or on the sofa, or the floor, the shower. They all sounded good to me. 

A cup of coffee in one hand and a bagel in the other we head back to the table. An awkward pause as neither of us knows how to begin, so we just drink our coffee. 

OK let's get this over with, "So you had a strange dream last night, I did too." 

"Yeah you mentioned that earlier." 

Another awkward moment, damn, why can't this be easier than it was turning out to be. 

"So who goes first?" How clich, this was not the way I'd hoped this would be. I stared down at my coffee trying in vain to ease the tension. 

"I don't know my dream was pretty personal..." 

"Same here." I look up to find him staring at me. Our eyes lock. It was like a window opening - looking into his blue eyes - I could see so much going on behind them in his mind. I'm sure he could read the whirlwind of feelings going on in my head too. 

It's amazing what instinct can do when logic fails. So much information carried in an instant that we had been stumbling over trying to share. 

Then logic takes over again... 

Hmmm...maybe we should try for somewhere a little more private -that might help. "Well hey, you know I really don't want to share my dream in public and it doesn't seem like you do either." 

"No, definitely don't want to do that." 

"So you want to go somewhere private?" 

"Yeah we could go to my dorm it's closer, but my roommate might still be there." 

"That's ok we can head to my apartment, it's not too long a trip on the T." 

"Yeah ok." 

So we left the GSU and the awkwardness behind for a little while at least. Travelling on the T with him gave me some hope. We could joke together just like always. And for the moment act like nothing had happened, and nothing was going on. It was just two good friends on the subway. 

But then my stop came up, and the tension started to grow again. We knew we were going to have to face the serious matter that we had escaped for a short time. 

Very subdued compared to the trip on the subway we made our way up the steps of my building, and to my apartment. I closed the door behind us as we went in. 

"Want something to drink?" Stalling, trying to get my thoughts together. 

"Sure." 

I grabbed a couple of sodas from the fridge and came back into the living room; he'd settled himself on one end of the sofa. I handed him the soda and took the other end. 

"So..." Couldn't there be a script for situations like this. 

"Yeah." Well at least he was as uncomfortable as I was. I don't know if I could have handled this is if it were totally one sided. 

I looked up into his eyes once again and that instant connection took hold. I got up the nerve to do it. Then leaned over towards him and kissed him very gently. 

For a moment I thought I'd gone too far then he began to kiss me back. It was wonderful like lightning running up and down my spine. 

Then he suddenly pulled away. What had happened? What had gone wrong? What had I done wrong? 

"Oh shit! I'm sorry man, I didn't mean..." 

Fortunately for me he didn't let me finish. "It's ok it's not you, it's me. I don't know... I mean I've never... it's just that..." 

Then it dawned on me; this was his first time really. Not with sex certainly, but his first time getting intimate with another guy. I could relate my experiences with guys had been few so far. Even in a city like Boston where non-heterosexual activities were more accepted it was still hard to let it out. 

"That's ok, we can take it slowly. I think it'd be best for both of us that way." 

At that he smiled his beautiful, wonderful smile - the smile that made heat sweep through my body. And I smiled in return. We just sat like that for a minute, smiling at each other in simple silent communion. If a picture is worth a thousand words then a smile must be worth 10,000. But it couldn't last forever, it did have to end at some point. 

"So what are your plans for tonight?" 

"I don't know yet." 

"Well why don't we have dinner and catch a movie later." 

"Ok by me." That being settled he decided to go before things could get out of hand again. 

"So I'll see you tonight. Where do you want to meet at." Reminding him of the practical details before he rushed off, that would have made a big mess our first date and neither of us knowing where to meet the other at. 

"Why don't we meet in Kenmore Square, about 7 say." 

"Ok sounds good to me." 

"See ya there." As I walked him to the door, he surprised me. Right before he opened the door, he leaned over to me, wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. Nowhere near as passionate as before and all too brief, but it was a kiss that he initiated and it made me hopeful of tonight. 

His eyes twinkled merrily as he walked out in the hall. 

I shut the door and came back inside glancing at the clock as I went. Damn only 1 O'clock. I still had 6 hours left, how was I going to stand it. But I had to admit to myself he was worth waiting for. 



Dreaming Ch. 02



To understand this story one would have to read the first story. This is the second part to the story. 

*

I could see his throat convulse. I slide the door open. "What are you doing here?"

He covers his crotch with his hands. "I forgot my wallet." 

I cross my arms over my chest and lean against the wall. "Then come in and get it."

He swallows and comes through. His hand brushes my hip. I so badly want to touch him as I did in my dream. He walks over to the couch and dives his hand in, digging around. Completely aware of how naked I am I walk over and stand at the end of the couch. When he looks up his eyes are level with my pussy. His nostrils flare as if he could smell me. He forgets about his wallet and reaches out to me. I hold my breath as his fingers sift through my short curly hair there. He leans in closer to me and breathes in deeply. "God you smell good." 

His fingers run down my lips as I part my legs for him. I grip the couch and the back of his head. He feels how wet I am and pulls his fingers away to look at them glisten in the light. I pull his fingers to my mouth and lick them. Sucking them into my mouth swirling my tongue around. He stands up and lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist as his mouth entraps mine. Our tongue battle, our mouths try to eat each other. He sits on the couch with me in his lap. His hands fumble with his pants while my hands cup his face and I'm kissing him maidenly. When he frees himself from his pants I whisper in his ear, "Fuck me. I wanna feel your cock in my pussy."

"Whadya say?"

I shake myself out of my fantasy. "Nothing. Did you find it?"

"Yeah, thanks for letting me in." He heads for the door, but I call him back. He looks at me confused as I walk toward him. I can feel my tits sway with each step and I could see that he noticed also. When I reach him I pull his head down and capture his mouth. He groans and puts his hands on my ass. I flick my tongue against his lips as his fingers tickle my pussy. He pulls away suddenly when a blaring horn kills the moment. A combination of a sigh and groan passes his lips. "That's Shanna, she drove me." I laugh. "No doubt you'll fuck her thinking about me."

He gives me a sharp look, "I gotta go."

"Before you go, if you do fuck her think about me doing those things to you. That its me your fucking. My pussy your cock is sliding in and out of." I kiss his lips and open the door. He looks dumbfounded at first and then leave. I head back to my room and dream of him and the delicious things that I would do to him. 

When I wake I decide to invite friends over. I plan the get together for tomorrow. Running from store to store for the perfect suit to wear. Its going to be a pool party and I am planning on inviting everyone I know including him and the whore. No doubt there that he would bring her. 

The day of the party finally comes. I get ready an hour before I told everyone to be here. it's a night party so it should be even sexier. I pull out the two piece suit, the woman told me that when it was wet that it would be some what see through. Of course it will be see though being a nude color and all. I open the back door and the gate to my back yard. I put on my suit and wait for my friends to arrive. Everyone that comes brings their own drinks and sets them inside on the counter. As I had guessed he brought the whore with him. I walk over to greet them. "Glad you could come. Anything you need just ask, it would be my pleasure to get it for you." 

I look at him as I say it and he coughs. The whore rubs her barely covered tit into his arm. As usual she barely covers her ass. 

The party is going well as ever. People are swimming, laughing, and having a good time. I decide to put my plan into motion. I excuse myself from the group of friends I am with and head for the diving board. My ass jiggles a bit and I could feel several pairs of eyes on it. I only have eyes for him though. I watch him as I climb the short ladder to the diving board. I walk out onto the board, bounce on it, and down I go into the water. I hear the water rush in my ears as I slice through it. Without coming up for air I swim over to him in the shallow end. I grab his hips and pull myself up against him. I open my eyes as I feel the water run down my body. He looks at me with those intense eyes, "Hi. I was wondering if you could get me something, only you can get it for me."

I smile, "Yes?"

He lifts me up and wraps my legs around his waist. "You. I wanna feel your pussy around me like a glove."

He walks out of the pool with me wrapped around him. He walks into the house and I tell him where my room is. I unwrap myself from him and stand in front of him as I shut and lock the door. Turning to the bed I start to get naked. Bending over I lower my bottoms and feel him against my pussy. He growls as he slams into me. The force makes me grab the edge of the bed and moan loudly. His cock feels so good. In and out in and out. He smacks my ass. I moan again. " Mmmm fuck me. Fuck...oh god...me."

He grunts and continues to pound me. I reach down and rub my clit. He grabs the back of my neck and pushes me down. I moan louder as he gets deeper inside me. I can feel it. My orgasm is coming. I'm gonna cum all over his dick. Oh god he feels so good. My body tenses, my pussy tightens around his cock. He smacks my ass. My moans get louder as I start to cum, " I'm cumming. Oh baby I'm cumming on your dick."

He slows down and flips me onto my left side. He lifts my right leg up and straddles my left leg. He plunges back into me and I moan from his intrusion. He spanks my tits. His teeth sink into my calf as I grab the sheets and pull and twist them in my hand. I bite my bottom lip as my body starts to cum again. His pace quickens and his thrusts are harder. He bites my leg and sucks on it while his cock explodes inside of me. I can feel his cum in my pussy. Coating my inner walls with his cum. He flips me over onto my back and collapses on top of me. He laughs a little, "You fit better than a glove." I kiss his forehead and hold him close. God I should have done this ages ago. 



Dreaming Ch. 02



Another Dream

"What's that?" You ask, handing me a mint as we walk down the path.

We stop and listen for a few seconds. Then we hear it again...above the sound of the wind in the trees, and the nearby sound of falling water...some kind of motor.

"It sounds like a tractor" I answer. Down in this hollow, it's hard to tell which direction it's coming from. Quickly realizing that someone was nearby and that we were both still nude, we hurry down the path toward the waterfall and our clothes.

"Hurry up and get into deeper water and I'll grab the swimsuits" I urge. After a quick detour to the tree roots near the bank, I have our suits and I'm crouched down in the water next to you and listening. "It's coming this way and it's pretty close." I say as you grab my hand and pull me toward the falls. I realize suddenly that the noise is coming from the other side of the river. I didn't even think there was a road on that side...just a slight rise through the trees and then open farm land. "Don't worry...sounds like a tractor. It's probably just a farmer working in a field beyond the trees" I conclude.

Once underneath the falls, we're virtually invisible to anyone on the outside. Standing in waist deep water behind the falls, we can't hear the motor anymore but we feel safer knowing that we can put on our suits in privacy. I start to put my suit on when you grab my arms and pull me toward you. Oh, the wonderful warmth of your body against mine in the cold water. You're rubbing the muscles on my back with your suit still in one hand. That feels good...I suppose I am a little sore. 

A little while earlier, after a picnic and your wonderful "lip service", we'd had quite a roll under the trees and my back muscles were still feeling the impression of the oak roots leftover from the ride you enjoyed. But watching you straddle my hips, taking me into you, and working your own magic on your clit while I toyed with those beautiful tits made me ignore any discomfort I might have been feeling. So...a little back rub feels really good.

You've started kissing my neck below my ear which gives me the shivers. Meanwhile my own hands have begun to wander up and down your back...sort of tickling and teasing. Occasionally dipping down to the cleavage of your butt cheeks. Then as one of my fingers reaches the top of the cleavage, you bite my earlobe and whisper into my ear: "Lower." I freeze, not quite understanding, but you wriggle your ass and whisper a little more insistently, "Lower." My finger starts to move again, meandering slowly southward as my heart races. You return to nibbling around my neck and ears while your own hands move between us to do a little exploring. You discover my newly awakened cock and giggle with delight. Twice already today, you've gifted me with orgasms that will linger in my memory forever, and now you've found that I'm ready to go again.

You begin to massage my rapidly enlarging member while I cautiously continue sliding a finger between your cheeks. But I'm not quite fast enough for you. We've been crouching down in the 4 foot deep water, when suddenly, releasing my cock, you rise up, and while holding onto my shoulders, you look down straight into my eyes and repeat: "lower." I obey quickly and my finger finds the beautiful little rosebud that's been haunting my dreams. You sigh and lean your body forward so that I can feast on your tits..my finger circling and massaging the long awaited prize. And what's this?! It's slick with some kind of lubrication. You've already lubed your ass for me. My heart leaps! My breath catches! I cannot believe how amazing you are. You know me. You know me so well I want to leap up and kiss you. ...but I don't.

Anxiously, I continue my exploration of this undiscovered country. I pause, only momentarily, to hand you the swim trunks from my other hand. This frees me to use both hands. Now I hear your breath catch as the fingers of my other hand find your clit and begin to tease it. Then just as I begin to sink the tip of my index finger into the warm, puckery depths of your behind, something behind you catches my eye through a small break in the falling water and I pull away eliciting a disappointed groan from you. Quickly, I point toward the opening and you turn to look.

What is it we see?

I move toward the 3 inch wide break in the screen of water and peer through. "What is it?" you whisper. "Look!" I respond and move to one side to make room for you. After looking through for few seconds, you look back at me and shake your head. I move in close to you...my head slightly behind and above yours. Then I take my hands and position your head so that you can see what I'm looking at. I hear your intake of breath and realize that you see her too.

There, standing on the bank, hardly 20 yards away, is a woman. Not a girl. Dressed in an old pair of cut-offs, a dusty t-shirt and a baseball cap, she begins to sit down on a knot of tree roots. Reaching down, she removes her shoes, and dangles her feet in the cool water. While we watch, she reaches back and pulls out an old lunch box. It must be the farmer from the tractor we heard, stopping for lunch. She starts to unwrap a sandwich as we slowly ease back into the dark recesses behind the waterfall.

"Do you think she knows we're here? Can she see your truck?" you ask quietly. I think about it a moment. "I doubt she could see the truck without wading almost to the other side of the river to look up the trail" I ponder. "I don't think she knows we're here."

You look me straight in the eyes and give a little giggle as you reach out for my cock. Using my now deflated handle, you pull me back over to you and attack my lips with yours. Do you have a bit of an exhibitionist fetish? My lips are melting as are my apprehensions. It's only a matter of moments before my cock is as hard as the rocks beside us. One of my hands is soon busy again inbetween the lips of your heavenly, sweet pussy while the other is sliding inexorably down your spine.

The next few minutes are both fulfilling and frustrating at the same time. You've got me so very turned on and all I can think about is the lube you prepared "back there". I wonder when you could have done it, then I remember that you were fumbling in your purse up in the front of the truck while I was putting away the picnic items in the back. You must have had something hidden in your purse besides the breath mints. Oh...what a little vixen you are!

Once again my finger is starting the journey down the crack of your lovely rear when I notice something and suddenly pull away a second time. This time you look at me a little annoyed. But I point again toward the space in the water.

She's gone! Where is she? In half a second, we're both peeking out between the veils of water searching for our visitor. We both find her at about the same time. She's about 5 yards downstream from where she was sitting. She's standing in the almost knee-deep water drinking what appears to be the last of her ice tea from a mason jar and looking up and down the river. Now that she's out in the light we can see just how dusty she is. But through the dust we can also see that what looked like brown hair is actually auburn red. She tips up the jar and drinks the last of it in one big gulp. Then she reaches up and removes the worn baseball cap and tosses it up on the gravel bank. Bending over she rinses out the jar and fills it with water which she pours over her own head. As it runs down over her face, and as she rinses her face with her other hand, we begin to see that she isn't really as tanned as we thought. In fact, she had been covered with a layer of reddish brown dust. The woman is actually fairly light skinned and very freckled. I also notice that she isn't wearing a bra underneath her now wet t-shirt.

Next, she lazily wanders over to shore, deposits the jar in the gravel near her cap, and then ambles back out into the river until she is almost up to her knees. Looking once more up and down the river, she turns slightly away from us and in one swift motion lifts the shirt up over her head and off. Her back now to us, she bends over to rinse out the shirt, wrings it out, and hangs it around her neck.

For some reason, at this point I suddenly realize I'm standing right behind you, leaning over your back. And the way you're bending over has placed my cock right against your warm behind, which it seems, is pushing back against me and undulating from side to side. The water is a bit cool but I think I'm sweating. I feel warm all over. I look down at the the ridges of your spine and bring my hands to the sides of your waist. 

Looking out at the girl again, I watch enthralled as she reaches down and begins to wiggle out of her shorts. No underwear. Still facing away from us, when she bends over to remove them, we're treated to a private viewing of her privates. And you bump back against me harder...my cock pressing between your cheeks. We even get a peek at her most private hole as she rinses her shorts in the flowing water.

Standing back up, she makes her way over and up the bank to hang her clothes on a low limb to dry. When she turns back to the river, we get our first full view of her breasts. Lovely. A few minutes before, she looked like a weary, tractor-driving, female farmer. Now she's a slightly dusty, very full figured, auburn haired beauty. She wades out to deeper water and dives in, emerges and rubs her arms and face. Another dunk and she's no longer dusty...just beauty.

I've been slowly rocking along with your motion, not really doing anything other than enjoying the view while rubbing my cock on your backside. Of course it's worked it's way in between your cheeks a bit and I'm starting to feel a rise in my excitement level. In other words, I'm about to need some kind of relief. Apparently, I didn't realize that you were in the same boat and just as she rose up out of the water for the second time, you reach between your legs, grab my cock, pull it down and guide it into your warm, pulsing pussy. Immediately, I start pumping. You begin to work your clit in earnest and start moaning. In fact, I''m a bit worried that our bathing beauty will hear us.

Still peering through the veil, we watch her rinse her hair a bit, and then stand up, turn her back to us and head toward the sandy, gravelly bank. I can almost feel your disappointment. I definitely feel your fingers slow down. However, when she reaches the sand bar to the lee side of where she would have to climb out, she pauses, turns back to where she's almost facing us, and sits down. I freeze, thinking she'll spot us peeking through the 3 inch wide gap in the water, but she doesn't even really look our way. After sitting for just a moment, she leans back and stretches out to sun bathe on the little, gravelly beach only 25 feet away. One arm behind her head, her toes pointed toward us. Your fingers resume their previous tempo.

I'm about to start pumping when you stop rubbing, grab my cock as I pull back and gasp slightly. The woman has spread her legs and lifted her knees, exposing her shaved, and I should add, slightly freckled pussy and ass to our pleasured eyes. In a moment her hand is between her legs and shes rubbing the top of her mound. You release me and go back to your own business so I plunge back in. An idea occurs to me. Taking one hand, I start tickling the back of your neck. You flinch a little and shiver. Slowly, I starting working my way down your spine, feeling you tense every now and then when I hit a sensitive spot. A minute or two later I've arrived at the cleft of your butt cheeks. You've been pumping back into me to meet my rhythm this whole time, but now you stop and hold still. Your fingers don't, however, and neither do mine. They continue right down between those luscious cheeks.

All this time, our red headed friend has had busy fingers too. What started as a slow circular motion on the top of her mound has elongated into deep strokes dipping down at the bottom and circling near the top. She's really going to do it. She's going to cum right in front of us. But she doesn't seem to be in any hurry. We continue to watch her fingers slide up and down as my own finger slides slowly down, down down to the hole you've lubricated for us. As I reach that center of pleasure, you start moving again...pressing against my finger and moving my cock in and out of your pussy again.

The next couple of minutes are a bit of a blur. Our friend's tempo increases as does our own. Soon, she's centered her finger in on her own clit the same way you've centered your finger on yours and I've centered my finger on your sweet rosebud. Every few strokes she reaches down to dip her fingers into her pussy for some more of her natural lube to bring back up. On one of her dips, my finger dips into your backside. You gasp and press back. The angle isn't quite right so I pull my finger out eliciting a moan from you. But it's O.K. I'm just switching to my thumb. The very next time her finger dips, my thumb slides into you. Just the first inch or so but this time when you push back, it goes in the rest of the way.

I can't believe what's happening. I'm watching one beautiful woman masturbate as I fuck another beautiful woman who's also pleasuring herself while I thumb fuck her ass. Is there a heaven? Yes!

The beauty is changing her technique now. It looks like she's sliding her index and middle fingers into her pussy and using her thumb on her clit. Then I realize the advantage...this leaves two fingers free to rub her cute little butthole. She doesn't waste any time on the outside. In they go. Pumping both holes, she's breathing hard now. We can see her chest rise and fall rapidly.

Now I'm starting to get close and you must sense it for you reach back and grab the base of my cock, stopping me for a moment. What are you doing? I'm not going anywhere! Oh! Oh...apparently I am! Easing my cock back and up you guide me toward your other hole. My heart races. I've never... I remove my thumb, use my own hand to help you line up and...Ahhhhhh! The head slides in. You groan. I pause. I don't move again until you do. First, your fingers re-establish their tattoo on your clit and then you start to lean back into me. I slide in another inch. Your fingers speed up. You pull away a bit, then push back again. One long, very slow push and I'm all the way inside your beautiful, beautiful bottom.

Slowly, I pull outwards just a little...testing the waters. I won't last long. This is too much. Then as the red head begins raising and lowering her pelvis approaching her orgasm, I feel your muscles start to clench around my cock.

Suddenly you cum! The girl cums! I cum! Without moving another inch, I cum. And I let out a moan that might clue in our friend but she doesn't seem to hear it or doesn't notice. My head is swimming. I have to steady myself by holding on tightly to your waist. I want to stay right here forever. It's better than I could ever have imagined.

Could I stay here forever? Could this even be real?

Real? Yes. Forever? No. But long enough to finally know the joy I've been missing all these years.

Slowly, carefully, I ease back and out...a sigh escaping both our lips as my softening cock leaves the warm, safe recesses of your beautiful behind. You hold perfectly still until we are two separate bodies again. Then you turn and reach out for me as I reach out for you. We hug and hold each other as the cool water around us and the sound of the rushing waterfall soothes our heated bodies and calms our rushing minds.

Glancing through the waters, I see that our new friend has stretched out her legs and seems to be sleeping. Her breasts rise and fall evenly. This naked beauty has been our inspiration for past few minutes. And what an inspiration! I lean back as you peek through to check on her also. You seem relieved that she's still there, but suddenly I hear your breath catch slightly and then you sigh. Raising up to look over your head, I see that she's getting up. She must be leaving. First she wades out into the water and dives under, rinsing the sand and gravel off. Standing again, she looks over at the bank where her clothes are and starts toward it. We watch her full, round buttocks undulate as she rises out of the water and walks toward the shore. But before she's taken even three steps she stops and turns toward us again. She pauses, as if thinking, then starts directly toward the widest section of the falls, slightly to our left.

We watch her as long as we can but within a few moments she's out of our line of sight. What's she doing? Where did she go? Then a shadow approaches. We can see her outline through the falling water less than six feet away. She' walking along in front of the waterfall. In a moment she'll pass right in front of us. But she doesn't. She stops about three feet to the left of the break in the water.

"Whoever you are, you can come out now." we both flinch as she calls out. She knows we're here! The realization makes my heart leap into my throat. If she knew, when did she find out? Before? During? After? Just now? There's no reason to hide now. I duck through the falls and brush the water out of my eyes as I turn to look at our guest. She's grinning at me. You're still holding my hand on the other side of the falling water so I pull you through. Wiping the water away from your own eyes, you turn to look at her and I watch the look of surprise on your face turn into a grin to match hers. What's going on here?



Dreaming Ch. 02



It began to rain around three o clock. Mark Curtain liked the rain, especially when it was loud. He found the sound of the water pelting against his roof to be soothing and he needed to relax. He put up an advertisement in the local newspaper for a position available in his restaurant. His business was the trendiest place to get your lunch and as a result, he enjoyed the prosperity that came with it. 

Mark was a large white man with a greying hair. He wore a suit which was from the latest Armani collection. He was 5'9 and he had a 45" waist. He had green eyes and white teeth. His face was home to a bushy moustache. He was a little handsome, in a non conventional sort of way. He was 43 and he had a nasally voice.

He sat in an office looking at the C.V. of Aaron Hilton. His C.V. got Aaron through to the interview stage; if what Aaron was saying was true, then he was a strong candidate for almost any job he wanted. Not because he was qualified in any particular field, but it showed him to have a strong character which would have a positive impact on any team in general. 

The office was grey and it had few personal effects. It was a large room which when one entered it, they faced a big mahogony desk. On the desk were papers in neat bundles. Also there was a photo of Mark Curtain's family. He had a wife and two kids, both girls. The eldest girl seemed to be Aaron's age, 17. The youngest was only 10. The photo was taken on a beach and it was obvious that they all loved each other and were happy together. 

At 3:15, I entered the restaurant about to be interviewed. I was dressed in black pants with a white shirt. The simple yet classic outfit was finished with a silver and black tie. The tie was the most expensive part of the look costing €20. It wasn't even mine; I borrowed it from my best friend's Dad. The pants and shirt were apart of my school uniform and so were the pair of black leather shoes I wore. I wanted to look respectable but I didn't have much money to buy anything new. 

I was dreadfully nervous. Even though I didn't really want to work in a food or catering business when I left school or college, I really needed the money. I wanted to move away from home and go to Dublin to study social work in Ireland's most prestigious university, Trinity. But to do that, he needed funds.

I told a waitress that I was there to speak to Mr. Curtain about a job interview when I arrived. The interview wasn't until 3:30, but I wanted to arrive early and let Mr. Curtain know I was punctual. 

When the time came, I entered Mr. Curtain's office. 

"Hello there, Aaron, welcome. My name is Mark Curtain." He spoke with perfect enunciation and clarity. He was confident yet, he had no reason to be nervous. Mark shook my hand and showed me to a black leather seat in front of the desk. When he returned to behind the desk, he continued. "You have quite the C.V. It doesn't show much in terms of culinary experience, but of course that doesn't matter for you applied of the waiter position."

I didn't say much; what was there to say? 

"So, let's go through your C.V. You sat your Junior Certificate in June 2008 and you got all As in all 10 of your subjects which were studied at higher level. Do you find academics easy?" Mark could clearly see I was nervous so he decided to begin with an easy, straightforward question.

"Well, I find school to be OK. I listen in class and do my homework. I don't mean to make it sound like I am a genius or anything. I do work hard in the school year. School is OK when you work at it I guess." I replied modestly. The truth was that I was a genius. I read Shakespeare for fun. I always understood the maths problems we dealt with. I am practically fluent in French. 

Mark made some notes that I couldn't see. He had only come to Ireland from America a year and a half ago, so he didn't understand the Irish education system well. He figured that he could open me up more by asking him about it. I was still obviously nervous. When I spoke it was barely audible.

"As you can tell by my accent, Aaron, I am American. Can you explain the Irish education system? I mean, what is a Junior Certificate? It sounds rather childish." Mark asked. He didn't really care about it, but he wanted me to be comfortable. Once I was, then the real questions could begin.

"Well, when you enter 7th grade or as it is known here, 1st year, you begin the junior cycle of secondary education. You study roughly 10 subjects for 3 years and then in 3rd year or 10th grade you do an exam in them. The Junior Certificate shows you how well you performed over the 3 years. It shows how committed and hardworking a student is at a young age." I spoke more strongly now. I guess I was relaxing a little, these questions weren't so bad.

"After 3rd year, the student progresses into 4th year or Transition Year. In some schools it is optional, which allows students to skip it and continue to 5th year. 4th year is not compulsory as it is a year which focuses on personal development rather than academics. As a result, many students find it hard to study after it and find school work difficult in 5th year."

"In 5th year, a student studies typically 7 subjects. They are studied until the end of 6th year when they must sit their Leaving Certificate. This exam decides the rest of your life to a point as it is how you represent yourself to the University's you applied to attend to. It is the equivalent of the UK's A Levels or the US's SATs."

I was now in the zone. I knew Mr. Curtain was only trying to get me started and I was grateful that this was would be so kind. 

"Oh, I see. Thank you, Aaron. My daughter is your age; she will sit the Leaving Certificate next June. But she is always out; I never have time to talk to her." Mr. Curtain confided. 

"So, I see, you have never worked in a restaurant or café before. You did two weeks in a primary school March of last year and a week in a preschool for children with special needs. Tell me about that? Do you think your experience could be related to working in this sector?" Mark asked me inquisitively. He felt that I was comfortable enough to truly begin.

"Well, Mr. Curtain, while I haven't placed it in my résumé, I have worked for a day in the school shop which carters for one thousand students. I never applied for the duty, but that day the shop was understaffed and I was drafted in. The reason I was chosen was because I am seen to be trustworthy and honest among the other people in the school, student's and staff alike. Regarding my work experience in the schools, I had to work with many children and I feel that should someone bring an unruly child into the business I would be able to keep him or her occupied until they left and as a result, the ambiance in the restaurant wouldn't be compromised." I spoke well, but in the middle of my answer my voice wavered from nerves. 

Mark decided to ignore the voice break; he didn't have the time to keep warming up the kid. 

"Ah, interesting. Nice answer." More notes were made on Mark's notepad about what I had just said. 

"It says here that you practise martial arts? What can you tell me about that?" Mark asked.

"Well, umm... I do Karate and I am a black belt. I also teach it to the junior members..." My mind went blank. I tried desperately to think of something to say. I was annoyed; I just answered two questions well, now when I am asked an open question I could take anywhere I wind up empty. Mark could see me squirm and he smiled. He found how this kid seemed to be constantly nervous a little cute. While he wasn't gay, he would never say no to a mouth that was willing. 

When he began to think about how nervous the kid was, his cock rang. His smile deepened when he felt his cock engorge. He didn't cum in three days, which was too long. He decided he would use this kid to get off. He just had to do a little manoeuvring, which was no problem for a man like him whose silver tongue got him out of more than his share of jams. 

I was looked at sceptically. Something in Mark's eyes said: "I'm wasting my time here". Mark took a deep breath, pausing for time. The look on Mark's face was pessimistic yet inside, he was dancing. "I'm going to get my cock in this little slut's mouth; he can earn the job this way! Ha!" He thought mischievously. He put his hand up to his mouth to hide his evil grin; he loved being the villain, the corruptor. 

While I was muttering quietly about how Karate has made me more polite to other people, senior citizens in particular, I was interrupted. 

"What do you want to do in college?" the boss asked shortly. It was clear he wasn't interested in the conversation taking place which made me both embarrassed and annoyed.

"I would like to go to Trinity to study social work. I care a lot about people and I would like to help them." The reply was simple and clear. It was spoke at a sensible volume and it seemed that I was getting comfortable again. In my mind, I knew I had to impress this man to get the job I needed. Clearly, I haven't made any impression whatsoever yet. 

"Social work is a very noble career path to follow; however, it isn't related to anything in this line of work. Why are you here?" Mark spoke angrily. In realty, he wasn't angered, he was excited! The hunt was one of nature's most exhilarating highs in Mark's opinion.

"Well, as I said, I wanted to go to Trinity. Dublin life is really expensive and I don't have a lot of money, you see. I would be living off of grants but I want to be able to have my own money too because the grants won't allow me to live well enough. Outside of rent, I would be left with €2000 roughly to feed and cloth me for 9 months. Also, that 2 grand has to pay for school books, etc. So I don't really have a choice. I have to get a job." 

"Well, how badly do you want to go to the capital? The university here will give you the same qualification, right?"

"At the moment, and for a long time previous to today, going to live in Dublin has been my dream." I spoke honestly. Dublin had a great gay nightlife. And it would be away from home. No one would know me. I could be whoever I wanted away from my life in Cork.

"Well, how far are you willing to go to achieve your dreams?" The smile on Mark's face was evident. It told me that the job was mine, if I wanted it. But I would have to do something first...

"I guess it would depend on the price... Sir..." my answer was quiet. I put my hands in my pocket and looked down. Shyness had won over again. Fire burned in Mark's eye when I called him sir. I said it so softly. So submissively.

Mark stood up and walked in front of the desk. There was a small bulge in his pants. "Aaron, the job is yours. Depending on what you do in the next few moments. Right now, I have a throbbing boner. I haven't come in ages. I want you to suck that sweet cum out of my dick and I want you to swallow it. I want to watch as you let that sticky, white ooze slither down your slender, boyish neck. I don't know if you are gay, I don't care. I'm not. Usually that piece of information makes the guys I put in this situation more comfortable if they're straight and it turns on the gay ones. I don't care which state you are in now. I just want you sweet lips on my head. If you want to get to live you dream, then be my slut, just for the next few moments. The likelihood of you getting another job is pretty slim, look at the economy. If you turn me down, no business in this town will hire you. I'll slander your name and make you a fucking clown. Besides, they probably are not hiring. I got 50 C.V.s for this job alone. Now, pull down my fucking fly."

"Holy shit!" I thought. I looked wide eyed at the man before me. The truth was that I became totally hard when I saw the bulge in his pants. I put my hand up to my mouth which was dry. I always thought that if I was in this situation, I would gladly suck the cock of any man. I would be a pro at blowing off guys. But all I could think was "Oh shit! Oh shit!"

"Well, what the fuck are you waiting for? Are you a fucking moron? Pull out my dick! I know you are going to suck me off. If you were going to leave, you would be gone by now. Besides, I see a fucking boner bulge in your pants, princess. Take out my FUCKING COCK!" Mark roared the end of his sentence. 

Frightened, I reached forward with my right hand. It was shaking uncontrollably. I touched the bulge and it electrocuted my fingertips. Mark grunted when contact was made. "Yes! He thought! This little piggy is mine!" 

I took a deep breath and took the zip in my thumb and index. I was so nervous, I was going nuts. But I knew I had to do it. Mark waited expectantly for the right moment. What happened next happened in a flash.

When the zipper was down 3cm, Mark using his left hand roughly pushed my hand away. Immediately, I looked up at his face questioningly. Using his right hand, Mark slapped my face. "Get my zipper down, with your teeth!" Mark snarled viciously. 

My face stung harshly. I felt like crying. Mark was being really nice at the start of the interview, now he was being a prick. Slowly, I inched my face forward. Hesitantly, I opened my mouth. When I got close enough, I couldn't control my mouth. It kept shaking. I wasn't able to get the zipper open because my mouth wouldn't let me put it in. Mark growled and trusted his groin into my terrified face forcefully. This knocked me back and when I went back far enough, I got another slap in the face. The slap wasn't as strong as the first one. Maybe that was because I was so shocked at the groin lunging. "You are taking forever, you fucking FAGGOT! Hurry the FUCK up! I am a busy man and I have shit to do!" Mark was furious.

I took another deep breath. My eyes did water this time and they released two tears. I blinked the rest back, but it was too late. Mark, the evil bastard, saw them. "Oh, for fucks sake. The fairy is crying. Man up, for Christ's sake!" He laughed venomously as he said his mocking words. 

This angered my. I would show this prick who was in charge. I would make him beg for release, I will cum torture him. Bring him to the edge and not throw him off. I lunged forward and carefully bit the pant's zipper. It was down in seconds. I ripped the belt off swiftly. I seemed confident and in control. Mark knew I was the kind of guy who would be in his element with a cock in my mouth or ass, but he didn't want his fucks to be too strong.

Angrily, I shoved the pants along with the underwear down to the man's ankles. His legs were so hairy. Even the thighs. I looked in amazement at the man's body. He was strong, dominant and in charge. His cock, throbbing was 6". It was extremely hairy and pointed straight up. 

"Oh, yeah, you're getting the hang of it now, boy. You're a good fucking boy! Now put it in your mouth for me, baby." Oddly, Mark was being pretty sweet. I didn't get all As in my Junior Certificate for being averagely smart. I WAS a genius. I knew Mark was trying to build me up to only smack me down again. 

The cock was grabbed in a tight grip in my right hand. The bare feel of skin to skin cock contact excited me. I was enjoying holding a cock in my hand, but I couldn't move. Not an inch. I was frozen. My boner went away. I just stared at the cock open mouthed. My grip on my potential boss's dick was loosened. 

Mark knew he was losing me. He had to get me out of this shocked state. He slapped me as hard as he could across the face and screamed "OPEN YOUR FUCKING MOUTH, YOU DIRTY CUNT!" The walls were sound proofed years ago, before Mark came here. This was something he was glad of as it allowed him to be as rude and as loud as he wanted. 

But I didn't move. Not for 12 seconds. Then I ran. I ran right out of the door and I didn't even pick up my bag. As soon as I ran out of the door, I froze again. I could hear Mark yelling for me to get back but I ignored him. I was frozen because I found him. HIM! I found the 6 foot 5 man I had dreamt of while jacking off in the shower. He looked at me in my eyes and I melted!




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Dreaming Ch. 03



At 6:50 I was standing in front of Barnes & Noble waiting for Eric to get there. I was nervous as hell. What if he doesn’t show? What if he does, but then backs down? 

I had never been this nervous on a date before, but then I’d never been on a date with another guy. I’d been on dates with women before, and had had sex with other guys, but never dated. Add to that the fact that Eric was a pretty good friend of mine as well as someone I was very attracted to. It was almost too much. 

Only 6:54, time is moving way too slow. Why did I have to get here so early. Of course if I hadn’t tried to get here early I would have been very late, the subway doesn’t run on my schedule. 

My watch seemed to be mocking me for my impatience it was only 6:57. I smiled and spoke briefly to people I recognized going by. Why couldn’t Eric have been early for once in his life. 

Finally 7:00, took long enough, I must have been out here for like 25 minutes - well 11 minutes really but I swear that time was intentionally moving slower so it was like 25 minutes. 

It was 7:02 and panic started to set in, a thousand thoughts running through my mind. “He’s not coming.” “He changed his mind.” “ I pushed him too far this morning.” “He’s going to tell everyone about me.” “Maybe he’s just running late, he usually is.” 

Sanity finally took hold, “Calm down, just stop and think, if he’s not here in a minute give him a call, something may have come up. Regardless of what happens panic won’t help.” 

Easy for the rational part of my mind to say, while the rest of me was freaking out. Fortunately, I saw Eric heading up the sidewalk towards me. 

“You’re 5 minutes late, do you have any idea what you put me through.” 

He just gave me that sheepish grin of his, who could stay mad at someone like him for very long. Not that I was mad, mostly relieved that he showed. 

“So where do you want to go eat?” I asked him, that kind of details are important. 

“Hmmm... How about we head over to Harvard Square.” 

“Ok sounds good to me.” So we started walking towards the steps to take us down to catch the T again outbound. 

Unfortunately it being dinnertime the T was packed. But that’s ok, Eric and I at least found a spot on the train where we could stand close together and out of the way. 

We just chatted the whole trip. When we finally got to Harvard Square we decided on some Chinese food for dinner. It was a great dinner, the food wasn’t bad either. We could just talk to each other. To anyone else nearby we seemed to be just good friends chatting over dinner. Between the two of us though it was like we were weaving a web of intimacy between us. 

After dinner, we headed out to go catch a movie. Even with the long lines outside we were still in the movie pretty quickly. We had chosen a movie, which apparently wasn’t as popular as some of the others, and we had managed to get seats somewhat out of the way with no one else near us. 

As soon as the lights dimmed Eric surprised me by reaching over and grabbing hold of my hand. We sat like that through the whole movie. It was fantastic, just being close to him holding his hand - a gentle intimate contact. 

I wish we could have stayed like that forever, but of course the movie ended so we left and headed out to catch the T again. This time the T was much emptier than earlier and we even got a bench so we could continue to sit together. The benches on the T aren’t very large normally that makes it seem more crowded, but I didn’t mind a bit having to sit closer to Eric. 

“So what do you want to do now.” I asked him, hoping that involved both of us together. 

“I don’t know, what do you want to do.” 

“We could always go back to my place and watch some TV.” 

“OK.” I had cable at my apartment, which he didn’t have in his dorm so I had a lot better selection there than he had. 

We arrived back at my apartment. “Something to drink?” 

“OK.” 

I returned back to the living room with two sodas, to find Eric stretched out on the couch. I set his drink down and moved towards the chair when he says: “Come lay down over here with me.” 

I was all for it except for one thing, I was two inches taller than him. “That sounds good to me, except for one thing, I’m two inches taller than you, if I sit in front you can’t see the TV.” 

“Oh good point.” So he stood up and let me stretch out on the sofa before lying down beside me. I slid my arm around him and heard no complaints from him, so I hugged him to me tightly. I was after all taking it slow at his request don’t want to scare him off. 

We talked for a very long time that night, nothing major just talk. Occasionally getting quiet to listen to the TV. It was during one of these quiet moments that I realized Eric had fallen asleep in my arms. 

I was comfortable and apparently so was he so I cut the TV off, hugged him up against me and went to sleep. I don’t think I’ve ever slept more soundly than I did that night just holding him against me. No dreams this night though. 

When I awoke, the sun was shining in through the window, I should’ve shut the shades last night, but I didn’t know it would be a problem until after I’d gone to sleep with Eric - and there was no way I was getting up then. It wasn’t until a few minutes after waking up that I realized that Eric was already awake. 

“Good morning.” It truly was a good morning, of course any morning waking up with Eric would be. 

“Good morning yourself, sleep well?” 

“What do you think. How long have you been awake?” 

“About 25 minutes.” 

“Why didn’t you get up?” 

“It would have woken you up, and besides that I was comfortable.” Well who could argue with logic like that. 

“So what do you want to do today?” 

“Well I wouldn’t mind staying like this but I do have to take a piss, and something to eat would be nice for a start.” 

“Scrambled eggs and toast ok?” 

“Fine by me.” Just hold him all night while he sleeps and he’s easy to please... not that that’s a complaint. 

He got up and went to the bathroom, I went to the kitchen. I got out everything and set the toast in the toaster and started a pot of coffee. When he came out of the bathroom I went in and emptied my aching bladder. Just for good measure I brushed my teeth. 

When I came back into the kitchen he gave me a kiss. 

“No fair, you got to brush your teeth, I don’t even have a toothbrush here.” 

“Well if you want you’re welcome to use mine, but I also keep a spare up in the medicine chest which you can help yourself too.” 

“Thanks.” 

He left the room and I got started cooking the eggs. In a few minutes he was back with me and breakfast was done. Shortly after that breakfast was done. 

“So you never answered me, what do you want to do today?” 

The food and caffeine had gotten to his head now because he returned: “Yes I did, I’ve already done what I wanted to do.” 

Yes, he was wide-awake now. “OK so now that you’ve done that what do you wanna do now.” 

“Well I’d love to take a shower. After that I don’t know.” 

“Well you’re welcome to take a shower here if you want, but you’ll have to go back to your dorm if you want to change clothes, don’t know how well my stuff would fit you, but you might be able to find something.” 

“Well why don’t we go take a look and see if there’s anything there.” 

We finally managed to find something that didn’t look too bad, the height difference really made the proportions all wrong. 

“You can go ahead and shower first, since you are after all the guest.” 

“Why don’t you take a shower with me.” 

“I’d love to, but are you sure you’re ready for that?” 

“Yeah I think so.” Then he gave me that smile of his, how could I possibly say no to that, of course that was what he had planned. 

He was so sexy smiling at me like that I just had to do it. I walked over towards the bathroom, but when I got to him, I suddenly turned and kissed him. I guess I caught him off guard at first, but it didn’t take him long to respond to my kiss. Sliding my tongue into his mouth and wrapping my arms around him. Yes he was definitely ready, the way his tongue wrestled against mine I could tell he’d been waiting for this for a long time. 

Finally we broke the kiss. I wrapped my arm around him and we headed towards the bathroom. I still wanted to leave him as much control of the situation as possible - I didn’t want to scare him off - so I offered: 

“How do you want to do this, undress ourselves or undress each other.” 

He just flashed that sexy mischievous grin and walked over to me, lifting my shirt over my head and kissing me on the nipple as he did so. What a way to answer a question. 

After he’d lifted my shirt all the way off I leaned forward and kissed him again. I unbuttoned his shirt and I followed my hands with my mouth, kissing down his neck then his chest until finally I had gotten to his waistband. 

At which point I kissed my way back up his stomach, I loved the treasure trail that ran from his below his waist up to his chest in between his abs. When I got back to his head I kissed him again on the mouth. 

It was his turn again and he reached down and undid my pants, loosed they dropped to the floor and I stepped out of them. I undid the buckle on his belt, released the button and lowered his fly, letting his jeans fall to the ground. 

His erection made a very noticeable and delicious looking bulge in his boxer shorts. I stepped back up to him kissing him again and pressing my cloth-encased cock into his. 

He moaned quietly, and I decided that if I died right now I’d go happy. Fortunately though that didn’t happen. I broke the kiss and went over to cut the shower water and on and let it warm up. Then went back to him. 

It was time now. As I came up to him I reached down with my hands and put them under the waistband of his boxers. Giving his cock a quick caress, I slid them down off his hips and let them drop to his ankles. 

His cock stood straight and waved proudly in the steamy air of the bathroom. He moved up to and reached his hand down to the front of my boxers, massaging my cock through the fabric it was straining against. 

Then in one smooth motion dropped my boxers down to my feet. We walked over towards the shower and stepped in. My shower really wasn’t designed for two people but we didn’t mind being close to each other. 

Eric picked up the washcloth and the bar of soap building up lather on the cloth. Setting the bar of soap off to the side he started washing my chest, then he pulled forward and kissed me again. 

Washing across my chest until he reached my right nipple, which he then pinched through the cloth. Then he washed down across my arm and then came back up and I raised my arm for him to wash underneath. 

It was a slow sensual caress. I hadn’t had anyone wash me since I was a child, yet here I was like a child again - submissive. It’s an act of trust, not just letting someone else wash you - you are surrendering to their will - and it is much more intimate. 

He washed my entire front then I washed his, with the same gentleness with which he washed mine, then he turned around and allowed me to wash his back for him. When I had finished his back he turned around and I faced away from him. The sensuality of the situation kept us both aroused throughout this whole ordeal. 

We stepped out of the shower and dried each other off, then went into my bedroom. We kissed again. Mouths locked in passion, tongues sliding against each other. Our bodies pressed so closely together that we were almost one person. 

We lay down across my bed, and kissed some more. Neither of us could get enough of the other. I reached down to stroke his cock. 

I ran my finger along the ridge on the underside of his cut hardon. I could feel his body tense as sensations of pleasure ran through his body. While continuing the stimulation on his cock, I licked and nibbled at first his right nipple and then his left. 

It was now time to move onto the next phase. I stopped stroking him and licked and kissed my way down between his pecs, down to his abs, licking in between them and around them. Next to his navel teasing him with my tongue for just a minute before continuing lower. 

I licked up his steel-hard shaft. And wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, flicking my tongue against the slit driving him crazy. I slid my head down the shaft and then sliding it back up. 

Pushed beyond endurance it took only a few seconds for Eric to come. His body writhing in ecstasy he fired shot after shot of his salty sweet cum. 

When he finally calmed I climbed back up to his head, kissing him firmly on the mouth. “So how was that for your first time?” 

“Excellent but now it’s my turn,” and he slid down the bed and my body. Instead of going directly in like I did for him he decides to tease me further. 

He ran his hand around my cock, then slid his finger lightly over my nuts sending shivers through my body. Then back up to my cock. He let his finger trail up to the head and run across it, and then back down to the base and across my nuts, down the underside of my nuts to stroke that sensitive spot right between my legs. For his first time with another guy he certainly knew how to make me go crazy. 

When he’d finally had enough teasing me with his hand he lowered his mouth to my nuts and licked them all over. Then he sucked them into his mouth one at a time. Licking and sucking at them rolling them around in his mouth. 

I moaned softly - I’m not one to make much noise during sex - finally he decided to make his move. He lifted his head up to my cock and licked around the head eliciting another soft moan from me. 

Then he went on to attempt to swallow my cock, sucking on it and licking at it. A little too much teeth but then he was still a novice at it, so I can’t really complain. 

Within minutes his technique had improved rapidly and had me moaning with pleasure frequently. Finally he brought me to a tremendous orgasm. 

After I had finished with my climax, he came up to me and kissed me on the lips. “Thank you for being my first man.” 

“Oh you’re very welcome, but how did you learn how to tease someone like that?” 

“Stories on the net mostly,” at that he smiled. 

“Figures,” and I found myself smiling just because he was. “So what do you want to do now?” 

“Well why don’t we get dressed go out for a while.” 

“OK sounds good to me.” 

So we got dressed and headed out for a while. Visited a couple of shops and picked up some supplies from the grocery store for me to use to cook dinner with. 

When at last we headed back to my apartment it was about 7:30. We had dinner together, and then it was time for him to return to his dorm room, didn’t want his roommate asking to many questions yet. 

“I wish I could stay here tonight.” 

“So do I, but...” 

“Yeah, well at least we had this weekend, which was fun.” 

He smiled at that, “Although that’s a big understatement.” 

I kissed him, “So was that good enough for your first time? Was it everything you hoped for?” 

“Everything and more.” He kissed me again. 

We sat there for a long time just enjoying being with each other, but he had to return to his dorm. When he left I thought back over the weekend and how we had suddenly gotten together, and how it seemed like we’d always been together. I was happy, and I spent that night dreaming of just being with him.