The following is a story about the author. It contains graphic depictions of homosexual activity. If you find such material offensive or if you are under age in a location where this type of thing may be considered illegal, find something else to do or move. All characters in this story are to be considered consenting adults (I know I am).
DREAM TIME
by Russell S.
My life is simple. My wants are few. By almost anyone's reckoning my existence is pretty tame and uneventful. I would be the first to admit as much. But I would also admit that most people don't know me at all. I have never been the kind of guy to open his heart to just anyone. I'm not as shy as I used to be, but I still have trouble making friends. The friends I do have all tell me I should get out more, meet more people. I know they are right, but after all this time by myself I can't seem to get past the self doubt and the lack of experience. But I want to change. I want to find the right person for me. I don't want to be alone. Who does? Perhaps I am making this too difficult on myself. Perhaps it is easier than I think. The right guy is out there waiting. We just haven't met yet.
If you have been reading closely, you know by now I'm "gay." I don't necessarily like that tag. It sounds too fluffy sometimes. "Queer" sounds too militant. All anyone ever sees of gays on TV are the one-sided media stereotypes; the queens, the half-naked Pride marchers, or the in-your-face loud mouths. That isn't me. I'm just a regular guy who likes guys. There is no one mold for all of us anymore than for all straights. I like who I am. I have pride in myself. I just don't feel the need to inform the world of how I have sex. I don't need to be validated. I'm just me. Get used to it.
I dream of the perfect partner, a guy who is like me, but with enough subtle differences to keep us attracted to each other. He has dark hair, clean shaven face, slightly hairy chest, about six feet tall, and trim. I don't want a muscle bound gym rat that has to live under a weight bench to keep his figure. I take care of myself and he should, too. Two or three times a week at the health club is enough. We need time for other things in life. We want to have quiet dinners at home, but like to go out once in a while as well. The bars are OK occasionally, but just to get us more excited about going home with each other. Our hands fit together perfectly and we touch frequently. Just knowing the other one is there keeps us in a low level of constant desire. We know the search is over, we have found our lives together.
After one of our nights out, we return home to our three-bedroom house in the suburbs. The neighborhood is well kept and diverse. Old folks, children, young couples like ourselves, gay and straight, live side by side. Our home is clean, warm, and inviting. We like to have a place to be alive together. Just us now. The light is on in the living room as we come in from the garage. Keys jingle and coins click together as we empty our pockets onto the desk. I fix us a drink as he turns on the TV and settles onto the couch to wind down. The bar had been crowded and the service slow. Too many people trying to make contact. I hand him his drink and take a seat next to him on the couch, kicking my shoes off. We watch the show silently, each one relaxing before bedtime. After a few minutes I feel his hand stroke the back of mine. I know that signal. I respond by taking his hand in mine, rubbing his palm with my thumb and finally entertwining our fingers together. We glance at each other while holding hands, quickly losing interest in the television program. He leans over and kisses me. Very lightly. His lips just touching mine. I feel his warm breath against my face as he stays close, nuzzling my neck, kissing my ear. I take his drink from his other hand and place it on the endtable with mine. I turn toward him fully and wrap my arms around his shoulders. We pull each other into a tight embrace, kissing again, only this time long and hard. I love his taste, his smell, his strength within my arms. The tension is almost visible. We are losing ourselves within each other for the night. We both want what the other is willing to give. We'll give everything.
Our bed is inviting us to make love and we won't turn down the invitation. We help each other remove our clothes. Buttons, belts, zippers, and snaps each scream to be released. Slowly the outer shells of cloth fall away and we look upon each other for what could be the thousandth time. We know what to expect. But the anticipation of exploring your lover's body is still present, like we have never met and want to search every exposed square inch. Embracing again, the heat from our skin inflames the desire to get closer still. We lay on the bed, him slightly over me, his hands running the length of my body, shoulder to thigh. His kisses are more insistent now. Parting my lips with his tongue, we get deeper into each other. My hands knead his back and upper buttocks. I pull him on top of me, wanting the pressure of his body against me. By now our cocks are trying to share the small space between our stomachs, wrestling for the best spot. He involuntarily moves his hips, grinding the hard organ into my abs, making me even harder. Minutes go by unnoticed as we try to blend ourselves together. Our faces are smeared with the wet passion from our mouths. Our body heat has generated a light coating of sweat that makes everything slide a little smoother. His fingers found my nipples a couple of minutes ago, making them stand out firm and proud. He begins to move. Slowly. His mouth now on my chest, sucking the hard points and licking the hair. I run my fingers over his head, pushing his hot mouth hard against my tight flesh. I never want him to stop. But he continues down. My aching cock tingles against his chest as he continues the trip south, stopping to kiss, lick, and suck at my belly button. Now his hands are on my thighs pushing my legs apart. My balls chill as the exposed sweat evaporates and they pull up tight below my straining cock. My leg feels the first drip of his cock as he rides my shinbone. He raises slightly, looking at my face, smiling. I raise my head to watch as he claims his prize with his mouth.
His lips slide up and down the shaft, his tongue twirls around the head. My cock is so hard is almost hurts, but at the same time it feels so good I can barely keep control. I guide his head with my hands, pulling and pushing his mouth along my flesh. I'm starting to lose drops of clear fluid as my dick continues to pulse. He eagerly licks up every drop. We have been together, monogamous, long enough to enjoy each other fully, without the need for condoms or other protection. Another one of the joys of finding your one true love. The licking has stopped and I am now being fully engulfed by his warm mouth. The suction is exquisite, his tongue delightful. I urge him to slow a little. I don't want to cum too fast. Make it last. He teases my balls, which have drawn up almost to the point of disappearing. He wraps his hand around the base of my cock and pulls them out of their hiding place. His fingers tickle the clipped hair covering my sack. All this attention is again pushing me toward the edge. This time I let it go. He knows by the low sounds coming from my chest I am very close. He knows the pace of my orgasms since it is he that produces most of them. Within seconds I'm there, falling into that familiar place where time stops and your mind is suspended. Cumming. I'm not a religious person, but I thank God for the orgasm. We all know it can't be accurately described in written terms. Too complicated for words. Yes, I'm cumming; firing blast after blast of hot juice into my lover's waiting mouth. He wants it all, sucking it out of my cock with intense pressure. Thirty seconds later it's over. I'm trying to gain my breath back while he stills nurses at my slightly softened organ. His continued attention keeps me almost as hard as before. I finally pull away and he moves back up to my face. We kiss again firmly. I can taste the remains of my load on his tongue. We hold each other for a couple of minutes letting our combined warmth melt us together.
I can feel the slick residue on my leg from where he had humped me during the blowjob. He needs release, too. I push him back onto the bed, running my hands and face over his chest, taking in the smell of our sex. The aroma gets me very excited. Now it's his turn to enjoy the pleasure we can generate. Taking his cock in my hand, I begin to stroke it, smearing the dripping precum over the head and down the shaft. That only makes him produce more. He is not far from blowing his load so I remove my hand temporarily. I kiss and lick my way down, just as he had done earlier to me. When I reach his cock I pause for a few seconds to admire it. My partner's cock is so beautiful to me. Thick, hard, and cut. Not too long, but certainly above average. Perfect, I think. He asks me to suck him. That's what I'm here for. One swallow and he is balls deep in my mouth. Practice has made perfect. He moans and bucks, struggling to feel everything at once. I know from experience he likes to cum quick the first time, so I suck him feverishly. In an instant, he announces his orgasm with a loud shout. He sometimes gets very noisy, but I think it is kind of cute. I usually don't talk during our sex, prefering to concentrate on the physicalness and emotions of being together. We compliment each other well in that aspect. I'm swallowing his jizz now, a taste I had to acquire over time. It is not my favorite flavor, but because he enjoys it so much, I would never deny it to him. After I can tell he is finished, I let the spongy flesh slide out of my mouth. We are both satisfied. For the moment.
We snuggle together, feeling our bodies touch. Our hands stray over each other, feeling the life within us. Our mouths are drawn together again and again, sharing our breath as we have shared our love. Our tension is building again, slowly at first, but eventually back to where we began. We don't have a routine, so we don't always go for seconds. But tonight I break the silence. Rubbing his hard cock with my hand and kissing him deep, I move to his ear and whisper my desire. It is more of a demand than a request. Fuck me.
Fuck me. Those two little words carry a lot of meaning. Emotionally, some people can't handle it. Others can't take the way it physically feels. My lover and I both enjoy it once in a while. Not every time we make love, but often enough. He moves to the night stand and gets the lube we keep there. Because we don't need condoms, we use the real slick stuff that can be harmful to latex. Another monogamous advantage. Depending who gets fucked determines the position. I like to see his face when he cums, he likes to take it doggy-style. We vary it occasionally, sometimes on the floor, or standing up, or in a chair. Tonight, it's just me on my back with my legs over his shoulders. I have already pulled my legs up to give him access to my ass. He lubes me with his fingers, first one then two. Probing easily into me, he then adds a third digit. The feeling just from his fingers has me rock hard. It is all I can do not to stroke my own dick while he gets me ready. Kneeling above me now, he greases his cock with a swipe of his lubed hand and moves into position. The initial touch of his cock to my hole is always electric. Trying to control myself, I push out a little while he pushes in. We have done it enough that it isn't too difficult for him to enter. He glides in slow, just like I like it. I feel stretched at first, but quickly become accustomed to him. Moving slowly back out, he looks into my eyes for the OK. I don't have to say it. I just close my eyes and he goes to work. Pushing back in all the way, I can feel his bush tickle my ass. The fullness I feel is fantastic. I needed this fuck tonight. Sometimes I just want it real bad and this was one of those times. He starts his rhythm, moving in and out. Not too fast or too slow. He knows what I like. His pace quickens a little. I'm breathing much deeper and faster, getting into the fuck. I can't wait any longer and grab my hard cock, pulling it in time to his movements. He goes faster, I go faster. He slows down, I slow down. My legs are resting against his shoulders, my free arm above my head, fist clenched, muscles flexed. He rubs and pinches my nipples, adding to the already unbelievable feelings running through my whole being. The stimulation is almost overwhelming. My mind races to take in every sensation from my feet to my head. This is what love is. Total pleasure from your mate. He is giving me these feelings and I love him more than ever. His movements have speeded up. He is getting close again. So am I. We don't try to cum together. That only happens is fantasy land. He shouts out his orgasm, sending millions of tiny pieces of himself into my body. As his orgasm fades he keeps fucking me, knowing I have yet to get off. It isn't long now. I stroke my cock quickly, bringing my own cum to the surface. I throw my head back, tense every muscle, clamp down on his invading cock, and shower myself with a frenzied, wet load. I convulse with each thick spurt. The best orgasm ever, I think to myself, unable to actually compare to any other. He leans over me, wetting his chest and stomach in my sperm. We kiss long and hard. I hold him tightly against me, never wanting to give him up. After a few minutes we separate, but only long enough to move to the bathroom where we will shower and clean up before going to sleep. Back to bed, we drift into sleep for the night, safe in each other's arms, knowing we will wake up tomorrow together.
Wake up. The dream is over.
If this story struck a nerve in you, let me know. Tell me your dream.
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