Disclaimer: The following is an erotic story of a homosexual nature. Please do not read if you are a minor or if it is illegal where you live to do so. Remember to think smart and use protection. The following tale draws inspiration from a recent dream I had. It's about a teenager who reconnects with a fantasy world. I've embellished on it to make it worthwhile. If this sounds like something you want to read, be my guest and read. If it is not, go back and look for another story to read.
Beyond the Closet, Part 1
"I'm glad you came over Heath." said I. He replied, "Hey me too, Ken. Kinda odd that you want me over. Can't you wait until Christmas break is over to see me?" I grimaced and said, "You came over didn't you?" He rubbed my wavy blond hair and said, "I sure did. How long will your parents be gone?" I said, "Several hours." He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me saying, "Good." It didn't matter that I was white and he was black. We were going to have a little fun.
We went to my room and undid a few buttons on his shirt. I then placed my hand inside and rubbed his cocoa toned torso. Heath winked and said, "Hold that thought. I have to go." He leapt up and went away. I said following him, "But you just got here." He didn't head for the door, he headed to the bathroom. He called out, "If I don't, I'm liable to piss on your bed. He wasted no time in unzipping his cargo shorts to free himself to pee. I moaned and left him as he enjoyed the relief. I headed back to my room. I opened my closet and sighed. This large closet brought back memories of my friends and I playing games, but it held more importance for me. I used to dream that the back of it could be pushed aside and I'd enter a mirror world were buildings and landmasses were flipped. Childish stuff, I know, but I wish it were true. I pushed aside my clothes and held up my hands to push the back. I knew it wouldn't budge, but I just did it for kicks. I pushed and what the fuck? It was moving, moving like a door. I stepped in and entered a reversed room and what used to be on my left was now on my right.
"Kenny? Where are you?" The voice echoed as if it was otherworldly. I called out, "In here." Heath walked in and said, "What's this? This is your room, but it looks different." I said, "I know, it's flipped." A voice called out and said, "Ken is that you?" The voice was oddly familiar, but I couldn't quite place it. The door opened as if by magic and we heard foot steps. The male voice said, "Don't you recognize me? It's me Timothy." I felt my hand being grabbed. I moved about in the air as if it was being shook. Timothy said, "Who's this? Why is his skin dark?" I said, "This is my friend Heath. His skin is dark because he's black." Heath moved closer to me. For a second, I thought he was going to kiss me. However, he said, "He's never seen a black person before?" I dug inside my head. This was too much because I was trying to explain things I previously though was fantasy. I replied, "The only person he's seen is me, right Timothy?" He replied, "Yes." Heath asked, "Why can't I see you?" I could never figure out why and the question never came up. Timothy said, "Just the way we are. People are invisible here. Then again, you can never tell what tomorrow brings." Heath started to look uncomfortable and his hand clutched his groin. I guess the thought of invisible people turned him on. The invisible guy said, "I guess I make you feel good. You make me feel good too. You'll have to take my word for it because you can't see me. I guess that skin tone is everywhere." Heath said, "Pretty much. Want to see?" Timothy said, "Sure."
Heath looked at me as if to get approval and then his hand went to his belt. He undid it and then unbuttoned the one button. His hand slowly lowered the zipper and he got out of them. His hands then lowered his boxers. His dark dick was exposed and he was slowly becoming aroused. He said, "I took my clothes of so why don't you?" Timothy said, "Fair enough." We heard a zipper and shoes being thrown. His voice replied, "I'm naked." I thought it be okay if I joined in. I took my clothes off as well and placed them with Heath's. Three naked guys: one black, one white, one invisible. I said, "Now what?" Timothy said, "Time for fun. That's why you come here isn't it?"
"What?" I replied. Up until now I thought that this was a place that only existed in dreams. Why would I have reason to dream of something like this. I felt a hand caress my cock and Timothy said, "When you show up, we play with each others' body. Don't ask me how you show up. They think I'm just crazy." Heath said, "Well this room and Ken's room are mirror images. Perhaps this is a parallel world or something." Timothy said, "I guess." I asked, "How long have I been coming?" He replied, "Ever since we were able to ejaculate." That made sense, somewhat. I would dream about having sex with an invisible teenage male and I'd wake up from my wet dream. Was this a real place? Timothy said, "Yes this is a real place, but the physics are different here and what's realistic here isn't necessarily realistic in your world or other worlds." Heath and I blurted out, "Other worlds?" Timothy said, "It's a theory, but some believe that there are points in the world where the border between parallel dimensions is thin enough so that beings from one can enter another. I suppose you two exist here in one form or another as well as in other worlds, if they exist. I said, "Have you entered my world?" Timothy said, "Yes. You're asleep, but you still enjoy a good blowjob." Someone's been giving me head and I didn't know. I though what I would be doing with Heath would be the first time. I said, "Well I'm awake now. Why don't you give me head now?" Timothy said, "Like I said, when you come here, we have fun. Lay on the bed."
I got on the bed and waited. I felt my dick sliding into a moist mouth. It soon left and Timothy said, "Let me help you there Heath." His hand was guided by Timothy's unseen hand and when it reached it'd destination, Heath wrapped his hand around Timothy's invisible dick. His dark lips wrapped around something, it looked like his mouth was making a circle, but it wouldn't close. He began to suck it. The moist feeling returned. There was Heath's unattended phallus. I motioned him to move and I began sucking him.
There we were blissfully sucking each other. If people from our world walked in on us, they would see only two people. It was like a piping system because we formed a circle. Who was going to cum first? The pressure built and I felt the cum shooting out of me. I glanced at my dick. It vibrated from the orgasm, but no cum came out. Timothy said, "Delicious." Heath was next to cum. He ejaculated inside my mouth and I milked his tool for more. That left Timothy. Man, he must be good at self control. I couldn't see him, but I could tell that he was close and then held back only to come back for more. I then heard moaning Heath's opened mouth contorted into a smile. He let go and showed me the pearly sperm that was made visible. I asked Timothy about it and he said, "Whatever of yours is made mine becomes invisible and whatever is of mine that is made yours is made visible so your cum vanishes and mine appears.
We laid there reliving in our minds what had transpired. Then Timothy's voice shouted in alarm, "You have to go now!" Heath asked, "Why?" I echoed his concern. "Just go!" our invisible friend said. My vision dimmed and I knew no more afterwards.
"He's coming around." I moaned as I returned to consciousness. I moaned, "What happened?" I heard my mother say, "We found you and Heath here lying on the floor a week ago." I asked, "A week ago? Where's Heath?" My father said, "He's dead, but you were in a coma." Dead? Can it be? I said, "The last thing I remember was he and I were in this room." I wouldn't reveal what happened beyond the closet. My mother said, "You must be hungry." I was led to the table because my vision wouldn't focus still and everything was blurry. I was fed oatmeal and some juice, small, but enough. My vision at last came into focus. I looked at my parents and screamed. My dad said, "What's wrong Kenny?" I said, "Who are you?" My mother said, "We're your parents?" I retorted, "You both are Asian. I'm not an Asian. I can't be." I raced up to my room and spied my wallet. This would confirm what I knew to be the truth. I looked at my license and no it can't be. Everything was the same except two things: my name and face. My name is Kenny, but it stands for Kenneth. The name that accompanied the face was Kenta Hayami not Kenneth Hamilton. The face went with the Japanese name. The muscular structure was nearly similar, but the biggest difference was the eyes. They were slanted and the color was green, not blue. The hair was a prickly black not wavy blond. No, no, no! The mirror, the mirror would be my saving grace. Thump, thump. Thump, thump. My heart beat strongly as I walked to the mirror. It seemed farther away. My eyes roamed from my crotch all the way up. The face of the young man in the license picture stared back at me. I made movement and the mirror image copied. The closet would provide me the answer. Timothy would help. I opened it and moved the clothes. I pushed and pushed. It remained still. I banged on it, "Timothy! You sent me to the wrong world. Timothy, can you hear me!"
I continued to bang and soon frost appeared in the places I hit the wall. Was it my doing? This was too much: Heath dead, me now being Asian, ice powers manifesting. I lost what little food I had consumed and I collapsed on the floor into the welcoming darkness.
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