B E T T E R T H A N A D R E A M
by Dean Lidster
dean@meta4.org =======================================================================
PART FOUR DISCLAIMER ~~~~~~~~~~
This story contains sexual acts between boys. If this is not to your tastes, then why in God's name are you reading this in the first place, huh? If you're curious, then that's fine by me - just remember: an open mind and an open heart is the secret to a good and happy life. If you are UNDER the age of concent for state / geographical location / planet that you're in / on etc, please leave now (unless you want to be educated and have an open mind that is!)
I spose this story is copyrighted. By this, I mean that I wrote it and would not particularly want anyone to subtly alter it and pretend it is their own. However, you MAY post it to any newsgroups, archives etc, print it, give it to friends without my prior permission PROVIDED THAT I STAY ACCREDITED AS THE AUTHOR AND YOU DO NOT CHARGE FOR DOING SO. Easy :-)
The story, when it concerns the relationship between myself and Lee, is very nearly true-to-life, however everything else took place in my mind only (unfortunately!)
If you like this story, mail me at dean@meta4.org. If you don't like it, mail me anyway and tell me why!
Meta4 is still in bits at the mo, so don't expect to see too much if you visit the site. I know it's been a while since the last part of this story (like about three and a half years) but there ya go :-) I tripped over the files and decided they'd be better posted than sat on CD.
Cheers, Dean
Dedicated to Lee - I will love you forever.
Author's note: This story is part five of an ongoing work entitled "Midlands of Nowhere" - it is strongly recommended that you read these parts before reading this!
The order is as follows:
"A Date with Taylor"
"Touring with Hanson"
"Zac and Mac"
"The Exchange"
"Better than a Dream"
Chapter Four - THE BEGINNING
Every available limb he had was intertwined with one of mine. The blonde god was on top of me, squeezing his wonderfully taught body against my own, his sweet breath playing over my face. He licked his lips and smiled that wonderfully shy smile as he moved his face toward mine. I craned my neck trying to hasten the contact of our lips, but he turned his head and began to bite down hard on my neck.
I tried to arch my back as I reveled in the exquisitely ambiguous sensation, but it simply served to mash my body harder against his. I opened my mouth to scream, but I was so overwhelmed no sound whatsoever came out. I clawed at his back with my fingers and squeezed his lower torso with my legs, revelling in the increased pressure that was applied to my crotch. I could feel him, hard as stone, pressing firmly into my equally hard dick, the heads meeting almost exactly and being pleasured as they gave pleasure. Lee continued to bite, now in short, sharp nips, alternating sides and biting my chin as he swapped between them.
Then he stopped and looked at me. I was so out of breath I could only give in to whatever he wanted to do to me. Slowly he lowered his head toward mine once again and for the first time in my life, felt the lips of someone I truely loved brush my own. He was breathing through his nose, his deep breaths causing a small gale to whistle round the cliffs of our lips, making them chill, but the cool was soon replaced as they were moved into a new position, every part of their surface trying to get a part of the action.
Then I felt his tongue push against my lips, and I willingly admitted it. His mouth tasted feintly sweet, blended with a unique flavour that was Lee. Our tongues fought each other, the slimy muscles twisting, turning and diving round one another in my mouth. Wanting to taste more of him, I forced his tongue to retreat onto home ground and began a tactile investigation of his oral cavity, marveling at the smoothness of his gums, the small nick of flesh at the centre behind his top lip and the sharpness of his teeth. I brought my hand up and ran it through his silky-smooth blonde hair, pulling him harder against me so that I might get further into his mouth, and he responded in kind, wrapping his arms tightly around me.
As he did this, he began to thrust his hips forward and down into me, each thrust causing an inconcievably massive jolt of pleasure to emerge from my pelvis, rocket up my torso, bounce off the top of my head and zoom all the way back down to my feet, causing my soles to tingle with excitement. Each thrust was marginally more pronounced than the preceeding one, the whole motion escalating into one where the entire body was involved with each thrust. I matched my thrusts to his, doubling the movement and seemingly squaring the pleasure. I could feel my precum mixing with his as we continued, allowing our foreskins to slide back revealing our flared heads, the undersides seemingly locking into each other and sliding along each other as the top sides rubbed against our respective hard stomachs. I moved my other hand from Lee's back to his arse and marveled at the feeling of the muscles rippling at the top of his leg as he thrust against me causing his buttocks to clench and relax in a way that was beyond erotic. And I began to cum.
I woke up to find myself in the middle of what can only be described as a cum-yell, my steely hard dick fountaining my seed liberally all over me. I could do nothing but enjoy the tail-end of what had to be up until that point the best orgasm of my entire life, the last few squirts alone being infinitely better than anything I could recall.
As the spasms slowed and the intense rage of orgasm faded to a tingle and finally to that inexplicable euphoric glow, I smiled as I thought of the kiss Lee had shared with me earlier, the wonderful mischievous sparkle of life in his eyes, his flawlessly smooth skin, the faint laugh-lines hinting at an optimistic temperament, the mild dimples that framed his lips, the elegant curves of his nose,the way his eyebrows focused his face, his thin but powerful body, his broad shoulders, the muscles that were hinting a presence but, like the person they belonged to, were too shy to make a dramatic appearance... Ohhhhhhhhh wow... Lee...
"I'm going over to the Clarkes'" I yelled as I grabbed my fleece and legged it out of the back door.
"Dean, how about some..."
SLAM!
"...Breakfast..."
I sprinted over the lawn, leapt the rickety fence at the bottom of the garden and jogged up the incline of the small hill in the field that separated our house from Lee's. It was a typical Summer morning, a light mist hovering slightly above the ground that would be burnt off rapidly as the sun got to full strength. The fresh, cool air felt wonderful on my skin as I ran, the only sounds being my feet rhythmically hitting the ground and the all-encompassing chorus of small birds twittering in the trees at the edges of the field. But I wasn't really in the correct frame of mind to appreciate nature in all its glory at that time: My mind was completely dedicated to Lee.
I slowed as I reached the low fence that bordered the huge garden and leaped over it using my right arm to steady me as I flicked my feet over. The garden, though big, simply hadn't been tended to in many months and as such was more of a jungle. As I walked through the waist-high grass, a plethora of small, winged insects flew up in front of me as I disturbed their rest.
I battled on through the grass and eventually broke through onto the frost-damaged path that ran in a long circuit all the way round the house keeping about ten feet away from the walls. I started to walk around to the front door when I was startled by a sharp knock from one of the upstairs windows.
I looked up and my eyes were greeted by the most beautiful sight I had, until that time, ever witnessed. It was Lee, naked from the waist up, beaming down upon me like the countenance of God himself. His chest seemed as smooth as silk, the morning sun highlighting a wonderfully feint definition of the muscle structure that was rapidly developing. He had his arms folded on the crossbar of the window and was resting his forehead against his arms. With his arms in that position, I could see their muscles clearly defined, crowned at the top in his arm pit with a moderate sprinkling of dark blonde hair.
We just stood and beamed at each other for a moment before he signalled for me to carry on round to the front. I almost didn't want to break eye contact, but I reassured myself that I would be able to see him a whole lot better when he opened the door. I grinned back at him and nodded my head, then quite literally scampered round the side of the house to the front door like a little puppy that had just had his squeaky yellow ball rolled down the lawn for him.
As I reached the porch I could hear the sound of bare feet running down the big oak staircase inside, then the familiar sound of heavy wrought iron bolts being drawn back from the holes in the doorframe. After what seemed like ages, the heavy wooden door swung open to reveal a scantily clad Lee.
"Hi," I said, using every ounce of will-power I had to keep my eyes from straying all over his luscious body.
"Mornin'" he replied, stepping back to allow me in. "Look, I'm sorry about last night,"
"Sorry?" I asked, dreading that he was going to brush me off. He obviously noticed the panic in my voice and looked at me hopefully.
"You mean... You... You didn't mind?"
"Mind? Of course not!"
He bit his bottom lip again and looked at me in the way that drove me nuts.
I snapped. I moved forward and wrapped my arms round him, hugging his as good as naked body to me. I felt his warm breath as he let out a sigh of relief, then felt his arms encircle me. I would have never thought it possible, but this was WAY better than my dream. As that realisation sank in I became... 'excited', shall we say.
We slowly released each other so we could look at each other.
"Dean, I... er... I dunno how to say this, but I... Well you seem so cool an' all and you look really good and I..." He looked frustrated that he couldn't say what he was thinking. "Can we be friends?"
That seemed to annoy him even more.
"No, I didn't mean it like that.... Fuck..." I decided to step in and go for broke.
"Will you be my boyfriend?" Lee's head snapped up and he looked me straight in the eyes with a directness and power that made me go weak at the knees. He smiled his mischievous smile again and leaned forward to kiss me. As his lips met mine, our eyes closed as we both gave in to the feelings that we were experiencing. It was only a short kiss, but it felt like we had been made for each other.
"I'll take that as a yes, then," I grinned back at him. "You don't think this is a bit premature, do you? I mean I'm not forcing you or anything..."
"Did that feel forced?"
"Uh n... no,"
"There you are then," he grinned, wrapping his arms round my neck. Tentatively I put my hands on his hips, his warm body now the mecca of all things exciting to me. It felt wonderful - moreso as I felt him shiver under my touch, his smooth skin going ever so slightly rough.
"Lets go upstairs," he suggested. "I'm getting cold...."
I watched entranced again as that wonderful arse of his flexed as he climbed the stairs, wrapped tightly in a pair of boxer shorts that looked just slightly too small for him.
As we walked into his room, Roz and Eddie emerged from their bedroom, obviously on their way out.
"Morning, Darling," said Roz, giving Lee a big hug and a kiss. "Morning Dean," she followed, not discriminating between a member of her own family and myself which took me off guard slightly, but I wasn't about to complain. I just smiled back.
"We're off to see if we can find somewhere to buy some food in the village - we've got next to nothing left to eat," explained Eddie.
"There isn't anything in the village, really," I explained, almost wincing as I didn't want to be the bearer of bad news, no matter how inconsequential. "There was a post office, but that closed about two years ago. I reckon your best bet would be to head towards Ilkeston..."
Eddie looked quizzically at me."
"Oh, sorry: Turn right out of the drive and then left when you get to the main road. There's one of those 'Spar' shops there about a mile down on your right,"
"Thanks, Dean,"
"We may carry on into Derby to see what there is to see - do you want to come, Lee?"
"Uh, nah, if that's OK with you - I still got some stuff to unpack..."
"Have you, now?"
"Honest!"
"Well, just you two behave," she smiled giving us both that 'I was your age once' look. "We'll be back before lunch..."
"Bye,"
As they walked off down the stairs, Lee literally yanked me into his room.
"I like your parents."
"Yeah, they're cool."
"Do you think they know?"
"Do you think they're dumb?"
"OK," I grinned. "point taken."
"Last night... I had a really... uh..."
"Hot dream involving us?"
Lee grinned that mischievous grin once again.
"Yeah, me too," I admitted, feeling the temperature in the room rising rapidly. "I kinda woke up creaming myself..."
"Cool," breathed Lee, almost in another world as he relived his version of the same dream. I could not help but do the same, just the concept of having this blonde hunk close to me almost enough to make me pass out with desire. He was just as magnificent in real life as in my dream - moreso, infact - and as we stood facing each other, I could hardly help noticing the wonderful tent that was rapidly appearing in those modest boxers, quite predictably inducing the same reaction in mine.
Lee suddenly noticed what was happening and looked genuinely apologetic on behalf of his nether regions.
"Got a mind of it's own," he grinned.
"Mine usually does, but this time it's only following orders."
We heard a muffled "Bye lads!" from downstairs, shortly followed by the heavy thump of the front door closing. It was the signal that we both didn't know we had been waiting for, but we were both too apprehensive (of what I'm not quite sure) to do anything straight away.
I reasoned there was only one course of action. "Here goes everything," I said, and dived at Lee, knocking us both back onto his still warm bed. As we landed, a small cloud of his scent that had accumulated overnight as he slept was expelled as the sheets had the air squeezed out of them. I couldn't help but moan - he just smelt sooo good. I started planting kisses maniacally all over his neck and face, revelling in the excess of feelings for the first time.
This was the first time I'd ever really and truely kissed another boy in the heat of passion and man was it good! I was gay, and I was loving it!
I eased off on my oral attack and propped myself up on my elbows so that I could look down on his face, feeling that I needed to check that it was Lee I was kissing and not some figment of my imagination like Taylor had been.
Lee was smiling, but there were a couple of tears around his eyes.
"What's the matter?" I asked, desperately worried I was pushing him into something he didn't want to do. "I'll stop if you want..."
"NO! No... I Just can't believe that this is happening. I can't believe that I've found someone who feels the same way I do..." He reached his right hand up and brushed the wayward strands of hair that had escaped from my ponytail out of my eyes. "And someone that looks so hot."
He was still running his fingers through my hair, but as he reached the back of my head, he pulled me back down onto him, our lips locking in one of the most driven kisses I had ever experienced.
Suddenly, I felt Lee's body shift below me and before I knew it, he had flipped me over so that he was now on top and I was on my back under him. One of the tears that were in his eyes ran down his nose and splashed onto my lips, it's salty taste carrying with it the the emotions that could cause them, namely pain, anguish and love. Lee had been through so much, experienced such quantities of pain, that I could barely come to comprehend it. I made up my mind then and there that nothing I would do would ever cause him to get upset. I would never allow anyone else to hurt him and I would help him in any way I could.
Lee began to lower his head towards mine once again and as he did, I caught a glimpse of the deep pools of blue that were his eyes. He began to kiss me hard, digging his hands under my back and hugging himself to me, the pressure of his body on mine giving me a sense of security different to anything I had ever known.
Both Lee and I were too involved in the feelings to notice, but we were acting out our fantasy. Lee began to thrust into me with his hips, the ripples in the flys of my jeans running almost viciously over the underside of his dick, which was separated from them simply by a thin layer of cotton. This in turn was causing the same ripples on the inside of my jeans to rub against my equally aroused member, my balls being pressed, rolled and kneaded within their denim prison by their counterparts on the other side of the enclosure.
Our pace quickened with the speed that only a virgin teenager can not care about, not caring as to how long we could sustain the pleasure, more as to get as much of it as quickly as possible. Within minutes we were breathing through flared nostrils as we refused to relinquish the hold our lips had on each other, the oxygen debt causing us to go light-headed. But the incentive of an orgasm with something other than our own hands took over from where stamina would have failed and we continued to grind mercilessly into each other.
Then it happened. I felt Lee's breathing stutter and his chest and arms tense around me as he pushed his crotch against mine that, in any other circumstance, would have been deemed as painful. I too surrendered to the feeling, spurred on by the very knowledge that Lee was cumming - squirting his sperm into his boxers because of me. As the first shot of cum rocketed from the end of Lee's dick into his underwear, I yelled down his throat with such freocity I could feel his chest vibrate on mine. I thrust my hips into him, arching my back with a strength sufficient to lift us both from the bed as my balls released jet after jet of my hot cum into my jeans, them beginning to soak from both sides.
We came and came, matching each other shot for shot, convulsing against each other as if we were pissing on an electric fence, still locked at the mouth.
As our orgasms completed their own autonomous actions and we floated back to earth, I opened my eyes to see Lee with a look of total pleasure and satisfaction on his face. I moved a hand up from his back where I had been hugging him to me and ran it through his hair, finding the soft, silky texture yet another thing to marvel at.
I'm not quite sure how long we stayed there like that, locked together in a state of absolute, all-encompassing bliss, and to be honest I didn't really care. I just loved the feeling, I loved the reason and, above all, I loved the boy, the object of my affection. I was in love.
As the post-orgasmic glow began to fade from us, Lee propped himself up on his elbows as I had done earlier.
"So," he said, his wonderful voice suddenly seeming very loud against the background that had just consisted of our slowing breathing, "how was it for you?" he giggled.
"This is going to sound so corny: It was the best thing ever!"
"I, uh, think I need to change me boxers..." he said, doing a press-up and levering his crotch away from mine. I looked down and saw what had to be the most cum I had ever seen in my entire life: The whole front of my jeans was literally swimming in it!
Tentatively, I reached down to Lee's boxers that were hanging heavy with the weight of his cum and squeezed his dick through them. He moaned slightly and I felt another quick shot of cum spurt from the end of his not altogether soft member. I brought this splodge of specially dispensed cum to my nose and inhaled deeply. The smell was unmistakably Lee: rather like the smell of his bedclothes but immeasurably stronger. I smiled wickedly at him as he watched me bring the product of our passion to my lips and lick and slurp it all from my fingers.
The taste was even better than the smell - so much so, in fact, that I could feel myself getting very hard again within my cum-drenched jeans.
"I reckon we need to get cleaned up a bit," smiled Lee.
"Yeah," I agreed, sitting up to get off the bed. Lee had other ideas though, and pushed me back down. Carefully, he got off the bed and lowered his boxers, presenting me with the magnificent sight of his now fully erect six incher, a set of wonderfully plump balls and cum-soaked, dark blonde pubes. I could could feel my saliva glands go into overtime making me swallow to prevent me from drowning in my own drool: He literally did look good enough to eat.
Moving slowly, Lee knealt back onto the bed and grinned at me as he ran his fingers up under my t-shirt, then scraped his fingernails back down the length of my abdomen until he reached my belt. I felt the tension on the leather strap suddenly decrease, combined with the metallic "chink" of the buckle being undone. He slipped a couple of fingers under the waistband of my jeans to facilitate him undoing the top button, then gently undid the zip, the sound of the metal teeth unclasping again being vivid to a surreal extent.
By this stage, of course, I was absolutely rock hard again, the fact proved by my dick straining at my wet boxers as Lee folded the flys of my jeans away to allow him better access. As he looked down on me, I saw his own dick throb and jerk slightly, a few drops of precum being ejected from it. Before I could contemplate what he was about to do, I felt his tongue licking and slurping at my boxers, slipping and sliding all over the length of my dick. When he located my head, his tongue paused, acting as a tracer which his mouth dutifully followed, his lips locking round it and he sucked, chewed and nibbled on it. Just as I was starting to get used to the feeling, he again changed tack, lifting the elastic top of my boxers over my dick so that it was now free standing, throbbing and leaking, desperate for more attention.
And attention it got. Lee grasped it tightly with his fist causing me to thrust into him, exposing my sensitive dickhead completely. Lee took advantage of this and immediately engulfed it with his mouth, his hot lips sealing round the flange of the head, holding it still as his tongue assaulted it. The intensity of the sensation was such that I completely forgot to breathe, suddenly wondering why I was out of breath.
Lee continued to swirl his tongue round as he began to slowly lower his head onto me, taking my dick inch by inch until he could take no more as his nose was buried deeply in my matted pubic hair. And then he swallowed, his throat closing up tightly around the end of my knob and the peristaltic action of his gullet massaging me in the most exquisit way possable.
I was so overcome with the sensation that I wanted to do nothing more than return the favour.
"T... Turn round," I managed to stutter between deep breaths as Lee's relentless attack continued. He did his best to look up at me without compromising his work on by dick and did his best to smile. Still without letting go of me, he shuffled round on the bed and straddled me, is deliciously hard dick practically slapping me in the face. His aroma was wonderful and the slick, dripping cockhead looked more than merely tastey.
Trying to remember my "Nifty Archive Training", I carefully took Lee's six incher in hand and gave it a few preparatory strokes to get used to the feel of it... Oh, the feel: It was like velvet-encased steel, the outer skin having that magical texture only a cock can posess whilst the inner core pulsed with his blood under immense pressure, not giving a millimetre when I squeezed it.
Tentatively, I extended my tongue and gave a short lap at the underside mid-section, right over the mighty vein that ran along its length. That wonderful skin texture seemed to absorb my saliva, begging for it to be licked - or better sucked - more.
That first taste was all it took to make up my mind. Carefully, I pulled Lee's dick downwards from its natural near-horizontal position and placed my lips on his partially-sheathed dickhead. The heat and the intensely stimulating taste made me want more, and before I knew it I had followed Lee's lead and was doing my best to swallow all of him. I could now feel a near-constant jet of precum playing across my tongue, so turned on was Lee. Using my left hand, I reached up to his pendulous balls that were intoxicating me with their scent and becan to knead them gently, again marveling at their texture and the way the inner testacle seemed to move around within it's sack, swaying and almost revolving as if it too was doing it's best to find something to rub against.
With my right hand, I grasped the portion of Lee's dick I had not managed to consume and began to wank it slowly but firmly, its owner groaning approval to my innovative ministrations. On the fifth or sixth jerk, I felt his foreskin pop over the lip of his dickhead, now completely exposing his delicious helmet.
Again following what Lee had done to me, I began to lick round him as fast and as hard as I could, seeing with my tongue his piss-slit, the exceedingly vinerable flesh just behind his dickhead and the ultimately sensative 'vee' of flesh where the foreskin was anchored to the main shaft.
Under my left hand, I began to feel a change in Lee's balls: They started to become tigher, his loose scrotum tightening, presumably squeezing the sperm from his nuts like water from a sponge. The realisation that Lee was about to bless me with the gift of his most precious fluid practically sent me over the edge too, the spring in my crotch winding itself up to near breaking point.
Lee gave one extra hard suck on my dick and began to cum, his dickhead swelling even more in my mouth moments before the first jet of his warm, creamy passion was bestowed upon me. This triggered me to fire, my cum rocketing out of me with such force that it almost hurt, once again in near perfect synchronisation with him. After the second jet, my sex-crazed mind managed to realise that unless I did something I was going to drown in Lee's cum. It felt like such a waste to swallow that wonderfully creamy, salty-sweet liquid, but swallow I did, his cum flowing down my throat with the consistency of half-melted ice-cream.
But I needn't have worried about waste - we were so turned on that the cum just kept flowing in a near-continual stream of ecstasy. Shot after shot was delivered, Lee managing to out-squirt me by what seemed like pints, but after I had run out of cum, I continued to spasm, matching his jets with imaginary ones of my own.
Inevitably, Lee's love-spring dried to match mine and our orgasms began to recede, leaving us breathing heavily as we gently sucked and nibbled at the other's deflating dick.
After a minute or so, Lee let my dick fall from his mouth and he withdrew his from mine, shuffling round so we were lying facing each other. He stuck his tongue out and licked a bead of his own cum up from my face then french kissed me, the mixed taste of both his cum and mine being nearly too much to bear.
'That was wonderful,'
"Oh yeah," I replied.
"What?"
"Huh?"
"You said 'oh yeah' or sumfink. I never said nothin'"
"Yeah you did," I grinned.
"Nah - I thought it, but I never said it,"
"You must think out loud then," I grinned, running my hand down his chest until
I was fondling him again.
"Man, you can't get enough of me, eh?"
"I want as much as possible as often as possible,"
"Was that your first time?"
"Yeah," I replied, unsure of where this was leading. "Why? Was I bad?"
"NO! No - nuffin' like that - it were mine too..."
"You'd never done that before?"
"No..."
"It felt so good!"
"Yeah." Lee paused for a moment, and then giggled.
"What?"
"Well, it's just that we might both've been real shit and not know it,"
"In that case, ignorance is bliss..."
TO BE CONTINUED!!!!
Dean Lidster dean@meta4.org http://www.meta4.org (in bits - not a lot there yet!) =======================================================================