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I awoke, sweat pouring off my face and down my body. This is the third week in a row I've had the same dream. A dream that has haunted my waking hours also. I couldn't get the images out of my head. They were starting to interfere with my work, which wasn't so much a good thing when I was trying for a raise.
The boy was 6'1 with dark, short spiked hair, his stare made my legs melt. He would stand there, in the corner of my room, just staring at me. He wore a tight black shirt, he didn't have a chiseled body, but it was nice none the less. He would always have his hands in the pockets of his long baggy black pants, just looking at me. Then he would take two steps towards my bed and I would wake up, sweating and with a hard on.
When I thought about him, watching me, I would instantly get hard again. No matter where I was at, it would happen. I'd run to the bathroom, covering as much of it as possible and jerk off. It was so intense, it didn't even feel like I was there when it happened. It felt like I was back in the dream, with the boy coming closer and doing it himself.
If this went on, I'd be in trouble; I was losing sleep, waking up weak and more tired than when I went to sleep. I dropped my head back onto my pillow, rubbing my hand down my chest, feeling the sweat that was beading up on my body. I peeled the sheets down off myself and opened the window before laying back down. Once again rubbing my hands down my chest, down my abs which weren't quite as formed as they could be yet. Finally, my hand found what it was looking for and mere moments later I was brought over the edge, a gentle moan escaping my lips. My legs once again turned to water and I saw the boy laying between them, looking up at me.
My body went stiff, then he was gone, just as I had finished. I saw him... I know I did! He was in my room while I was awake... This had to be more than just a dream. I got up out of bed and headed to the bathroom to take a shower, stopping in front of the mirror to look at myself. A smile crossed my face, I don't think I look that bad. 5'10, 140lbs, dirty blond hair and hazel eyes; my skin was a bit pasty, but that would change once the summer hit and I started going to the beach again. It's kind of hard to sit out in the sun in the middle of January.
I looked in the mirror again. The boy was standing behind me, reaching out to touch my shoulder. I turned as quickly as I could, but the boy was gone. I sighed heavily. I wanted to see him there, I wanted to hug him. I wanted to kiss him deeply. I know what I saw in his eyes; it was the same lust I felt for him. When would he let me make love to him? Would he ever? My mind was still a bit hung over from the orgasm he'd given me. Of course he would, because if he didn't I would go insane. Was I already going insane?
I stopped thinking about it as I got in the shower, the hot water rolling off my body. Another moan left my lips as I imagined him behind me, thrusting his swelling member into me. I got hard again and sighed.
"You're going to be the end of me you know," I said aloud to no one, because no one was there.
I leaned my hand forward against the wall of the shower; I needed the reinforcement to keep myself up as I gently stroked my swollen 8 inches.I leaned forward, propping myself up with my head as I rubbed my hand against my nipples while I stroked. I felt the energies building in my sac; I knew I would be cumming again soon. I quickened the pace of my strokes, my breathing began getting faster and shallow. I closed my eyes, bringing the image of the boy back into my mind, and bringing myself over the edge.
I opened my eyes to see the mess against the wall of the shower. I turned around to get a cup from the other side and I saw the boy, this time nude, standing behind me, his cum hanging from his cock and slowly sliding down the wall next to him. I was in shock, I could see him. Instinctively I reached out and grabbed him by the arm harder then I meant to.
"Boy, wait!" I nearly shouted as he began to fade.
The fading stopped suddenly, I could still see his misty form. I heard a disembodied voice coming from around me, not from any one direction, but from all of them.
"I know you Allen; I've been following you for some time now. You intrique me. I wish to know more about you... I want to feel you," the voice said before the boy dropped his head and I swore he was blushing.
"Then you're a step ahead of me there, I know nothing about you.. Why were you following me? Who are you?"
As the words left my mouth he looked up at me and gave a quick smile before fading all together, my hands passing through the hardly visible mist of the hot water before I turned around and sighed.
"This is going to be a long day," I said out of frustration, once again to no one but myself.