Dreams Do Come True
A story by Wayne Adam
Well, it all started about a year and a half ago. I used to play this game all the time, one of those role-playing games with wizards and dragons and all that jazz. You know the type. That's where I met him.
His name was Myles and I knew that there was something about him right from the start. We hit it off right away.. mutual respect for our senses of humour, I suppose. Things grew from there. At least, for me they did. We started talking to eachother more often online through Instant Messenger, became really good friends. In fact, I'd say he was and is my best friend. He was tall, stunning eyes, perfect sexy hair, one of those gorgeous faces you can't help but wanna lick up and down. 'Course that's not all I wanted to lick, but I'm getting ahead of myself. The thing that made Myles even more sexy, so incredibly droolicious, and the reason why our friendship was confined to they cyber-world, was the fact that he was English. Yep. I lived in Chicago Illinois and he was all the way in the land of Mary. Go figure. It didn't bother me all that much because I'd never met anyone from online in person but, until him, I never much wanted to.
Okay, before I go on I suppose I should tell you a bit about myself. My name is Adam and I'm now 20 years old. I'm a whopping 5 foot 5 inches tall (hold the laughter) and about 170 pounds. I have curly-ish brown hair and brown eyes. I'd say I have absolutely no good physical features but most people tend to claim that it's my eyes.
Now, things got complicated fast. I fell hard for him. We talked all the time, he made me laugh, I loved his personality and I was in love with him before he even sent me a picture. Finally, one absolute wonder of a day, he did send his pic.. and that did it. It was more than I could have imagined. He'd never believe any of it but he's completely gorgeous. Hell, sometimes just talking to him online makes me hard.
Anyway, as I said, things just grew for me. I fell in love and, of course, he was completely hetero. It got difficult for me, seeing him date the girls.. flirt with everyone (because he is a complete flirt) and talk about things like J-lo's arse in a g-string. haha Good old Myles. He was also the kind of guy that wouldn't IM people. He'd wait to be messaged. So, even though he told me I was like his best friend online, I was always the one messaging him. This got to me after a while and finally I stopped.. I figured he'd message me if I meant so much. Three months went by without a word and I figured that he must not have really liked me at all. It hurt but I was about over it when a mutual friend of ours pushed us to start talking again. The funny thing is, she only wanted us to talk because she had a thing for guys getting together...and she wanted us to like.. cyber in front of her or something. Well, I didn't care. All that mattered to me was that Myles and I were talking again.
One day he decided to get serious with me, God knows why. He never was the serious type. We were talking late one night, about midnight my time, 6am his, and he was being complimentary toward me, telling me how he thought I was a great guy and he was honored to know me. Of course this had me floating on cloud nine but the most awesome thing was, after he signed off, he signed back on just to tell me that if he ever was going to like a guy, it would be me.
Woah. That blew me away. Nothing much happened after that. Nothing changed which was good and bad. Things didn't get weird between us, good, but things didn't go exactly the way I wished they would, bad.
We were our regular ol' joking selves for a while more until things got a little strange. I knew something was up but I couldn't figure out what and I couldn't get Myles to give me a straight answer. Finally, I got it out of him. He was ill. He had a problem with his lungs and would have to be going in for surgery real soon.. that's the reason he told me he'd be going on vacation. That's why he kept dropping hints like "if I don't come back, don't worry." Or "If I did leave and didn't tell anyone, just know that you were a great friend." Well, that really freaked me out! It was also then that he told me.. he used to like me. I mean, as in actually have more than "friend" feelings for me. It was in that time before we stopped talking for a few months.. and in those months he got over me because he thought I didn't like him anymore.
smacks forehead Let me tell you, I did everything I possibly could to get those feelings raging inside him again! But, it just wasn't meant to be. He went off to his surgery, I sat around waiting, praying, worrying. About two weeks went by and I heard from him and everything was fine. The operation went well and he was gonna be okay!
Talk about relief. When he came back it must've been one of the happiest days of my life. And since that time we've been even closer. We've had a lot of spats about various things...one of us saying the wrong thing, jokingly or seriously, to really hurt or upset the other. I'd never hurt him on purpose but even I can be stupid sometimes. I know, hard to believe.
Anyway, getting to the REAL story. It was April, nearing the end of the semester at University. I learned that the Art department was hosting a trip to England over the summer. Being an art major and never having had the chance to go to Europe, where I've always dreamed of going, I signed right up. I found the money somehow, various friends, family members and scholarships and I was flying high for the month before take off.
Myles and I talked about it, he knew I was coming and we decided that...yep, you guessed it, we were actually going to meet! Now, you can imagine how pumped I was. Here is the guy of my dreams, this British Stud, telling me that after 2 years we could finally hook up and hang out. Holy crap!
I made sure to pack everything I'd need; my best clothes, my sexiest smelling soaps and colognes, my money and, of course, a little alcohol.
The trip over was pretty uneventful. I liked airplanes but I wasn't a huge fan of sitting for so long so I was a bit cranky by landing. Also, I didn't really know anyone else going on the trip and the coordinator wasn't my favorite person in the world. So, for the most part I just kept to myself. When we got to our hotel, some fancy place in downtown London, I tossed my stuff in my room and hit the shower.
It felt great to wash off all that sleep and the sweat from sitting in one spot for so long. Work out all the little kinks. I got to thinking about how, in two short days, I'd be meeting Myles. Perfect, gorgeous, incredibly sexy Myles. That sure woke up other parts of me that had been sleeping for a while.
I slid my hand down my slippery chest, across my stomach and down past my waist. I lathered up with soap a bit and then wrapped my fingers around my raging hard-on. Ahh, it felt so good to be there again, and the excitement of my upcoming date with Myles had me throbbing. I slid my hand back and forth, up and down, sliding my other hand across my chest to play with my nipples. I bit my bottom lip and threw my head back as I shot off, falling to my knees and moaning "myylleesss" as shot after shot pulsed through my hot cock. I pumped the last bits of cum out of me and then, on shaky legs, got up, rinsed off and left the shower.
"God that felt nice" I thought.
I dried off and got dressed and then our group met downstairs for dinner. Afterward we were all pretty tired so just decided to go to bed so we could be up for an early day of sight seeing and museum hunting.
I slept a little restlessly, counting the hours. We planned to meet at Buckingham Palace on Thursday at 11am. I picked that place because I figured that I wouldn't have too difficult of a time finding it.
It was Wednesday and the day just dragged on. Yeah, I was happy to be in England, finally, and enjoying everything that the art group was doing.. seeing all the sights, going to all the galleries and concerts, but I really just wanted the day to end so that tomorrow could begin!
I was in bed early that night, again, after repeating last night's performance in the shower. I'm not normally one to get off in the shower but I didn't really feel like lugging a used shirt or towel around in my suitcase of clean clothes.
Thursday finally arrived and I was up at the crack of dawn. I spent hours getting ready, making sure everything looked perfect, or as perfect as could be considering it was me. I snuck away from the group for the day, we didn't have to stay together but most of us did because we didn't know our way around. I took one of those snazzy double-decker busses to Buckingham and got there about 10:30. I sat down out front and waited. And waited..
It was 11:15.
"Shit" I thought. "He's not coming"
And then I heard it.. that sexy voice that had me melting when he sang the red hot chili peppers to me.
"Adam?"
I turned around and looked up at my personal god. That's what he was, alright. Myles the stud. My cocoa bello. God, he was gorgeous, I swear I fell in love with him all over again.
"Hey, Mie-uhls!" I said as I stood up and stuck out my hand.
He shook it and asked how my trip has been so far.
"Pretty cool, although this is the day I've been looking forward to." I told him, blushing.
He said he'd been looking forward to it too and that just got me all giggly as so many of the things he says gets me.
"God" I thought "how am I going to be able to stay cool.. I can't even stay normal when I talk to him online and now here he is right in front of me!"
I somehow managed to keep my composure, I think, and things went pretty well. We spent the day shopping and sight seeing. He took me to all the regular tourist attractions like Big Ben and that Suicide Circle thing but also to places that most people wouldn't know about unless they spent a lot of time or quite a few visits in London.
I had a blast and I think Myles was having fun too. It got late and I asked him if he really had to go or if he might be able to stay the night with me. I really didn't want to say goodbye just yet. I waited two years for this and I wasn't about to give up on it after just one short day.
"Let me call me mum" he said in that oh so sexy accent.
He did. I waited.
He came back looking like "it's a no go" and I was already almost in tears but then he gets that big stupid grin and says "well it's okay 's long as I call her later tonight and in the morning"
That bastard! I was ecstatic!
We made our way back to the hotel and just chilled. There was some funny british movie on t.v. that we watched and I got out the little stash of booze I brought from the states. I thought it might help loosen things up. I was still a little nervous.
I started pouring us both drinks.. of course I made it look like both glasses were equal but I really gave him about double each time. I'm just evil like that.
He was starting to get really tipsy and I was a bit buzzed myself. We took a couple shots of vodka, well, he shot the vodka, mine was water. And were pretty much collapsed on the floor.
That's when I did it. I told him I loved him. Right there, out loud, in person. Sort of.. knelt over him and looked him in the eye and said..
"I love you, Myles"
He looked a little shocked at first. I don't think he ever expected me to say it out loud like that. Of course he knew I did and he'd read it plenty of times online but this was different. This was personal.
He gave me kind of a confused look and then shocked the hell out of me
"Well I lub you too Aah-dem"
I must've choked or something because he got real giggly at my response. He had me flying again in the way that only Myles can make a person fly.
He was sitting on the floor with his back against the bed and I was sort of... kneeling over him, my knees on either sides of his legs..
I sat down. I could feel him under me. My breathing got strained and my eyes glazed a bit. I sort of tilted my head and put my arm around his shoulder... bringing my head in close to his.
"Did you know" I said, tracing his soft cheek with the tip of my finger, "that you are absolutely gorgeous?"
He blushed and looked down but I caught his eye, again.
"I mean it, you know."
He looked at me "I know you do"
I pressed my forehead against his and could feel his breath on my lips. I closed my eyes and decided that it was now or never, leaning forward and softly brushing my lips across his.
There were no screams. No gagging noises. No shoves. I could feel him tense for the briefest second and then relax again...he kissed me back.
I almost fainted but I knew I had to make this last. I started stroking the back of his neck with my right hand while the other slid down his chest. I parted my lips and darted my tongue out a bit, pushing it against his until he opened, letting me inside.
We made out for a while, my hands roaming his body all the while his reached around to stroke my back. I couldn't believe this was happening but I wasn't about to pull back and see if it were real. I didn't want to give either of us a chance to think.
"Just go for it" kept repeating in my head.
For the longest time I could only imagine meeting him and now here I was, sitting on the lap of the man of my dreams, making out with him and being the aggressive one about it. How did this happen?
I didn't care, all I knew is that I loved it and I never wanted it to end.
I slid my hand up under his shirt and began rubbing the smooth skin of his chest and stomach. I pulled the bottoms of his shirt up until I could get it over his head and then tossed it aside. I took a moment to look at his naked chest.. smiling before leaning in to kiss his neck. I rubbed my hands all over his newly exposed skin. Over his shoulders, down his arms, up his sides, across his chest, brushing my thumbs in circles across his nipples.
I could feel him gently tugging at my shirt so I took it off for him and then had him stand up with me. I continued exploring his body with my hands and lips. I kissed my way down his chest. I stopped to lick and suckle on his perfect nipples before moving lower.. licking and kissing down his tummy, my hands sliding up and down his sides and even lower to rub and squeeze his thighs.
Finally, I reached his waist. I got on my knees, looking up at him, and softly kissed the area right above his pants button. I reached up and played with his hardened nipples while I opened his pants with my teeth, first popping the button and then sliding the zipper down, all the while staring up at him and he staring back at me. I grabbed on to the sides of his pants and pulled them down and he stepped out of them. I placed my hands on his arse and kneaded it a bit, loving the feel
I took the waistband of his underwear between my teeth and started tugging down, helping the process by pulling them down in the back. They slid down his legs and he kicked them off to the side, near the rest of his clothes.
I looked him up and down in complete disbelief but still loving it. I could have kneeled there forever just looking at his gorgeous body before me, but I knew that he was giving me the chance to do more. I wouldn't let this chance slip by.
I ran my hands up his bare thighs, leaning in to kiss the soft skin that was once hidden by his boxers. I licked and kissed my way inward, sliding my hands around his body to caress his arse as his hard cock brushed my cheek.
I loved the feel of him over my face so I nuzzled into him, smelling and tasting his sexiest area. Finally, I reached one hand back around and took his hot shaft into my hand. I squeezed gently and stroked back and forth.
"Oh god, what was that? He's moaning?"
Knowing that Myles was feeling good from this just made it all the better for me. I reached my tongue out and brushed it across the tip of his dick, swirling it in circles. I could hear him gasp and his cock jerked up and down. I held onto the base of it as I wrapped my wet lips around the head, licking all over the head as I slid him inside my hot mouth.
I'd never tasted anything so good in my entire life. I didn't think I'd ever be able to let it go.
I began bobbing my head up and down. Taking him to the base and then pulling back to the tip and doing it all over again. I slurped and sucked on his dripping cock for so long, he really had some staying power and even though my jaw hurt a bit, I was more than happy for it. I never ever wanted his cock to leave my mouth...unless...
All of a sudden I had the urge to feel him inside me. I didn't know if he'd be up for it but I had to try. I gave a few last sucks on his awesome cock, tasting and swallowing the sweet precum that he was spilling for me, and then pulled back. I leaned down and licked his balls for a while, taking one and then the other into my mouth and rolling it around on my tongue. Then I stood up and pushed him back on to the bed.
I dropped my pants and underwear before climbing up next to him. I started kissing his neck again, sliding my hand over his naked body and whispering
"I really want this, Myles" while grabbing onto his pulsing slippery shaft.
He knew what I meant.
I positioned myself over his cock, kneeling above him and looking down into his eyes. I could tell that he was a little nervous but that he knew how bad I wanted this and he was doing it for me. God, I loved him.
I sat back a little and could feel the head of his perfect cock against my virgin hole. I closed my eyes and slowly began to sit back on it.
Goddamn it hurt! They never tell you how much it really does hurt. Myles could tell and put his hands on my hips to stop me...
"Adam..."
"No, I'm okay...please..."
He, for the first time, started to touch me. He rubbed my thighs gently, making little circles over them. It helped me relax and I began pressing back more. I could feel him stretching me. I could feel every inch as it entered me. It hurt but I loved it. I loved it and wanted it more than anything I've ever wanted. I started to cry.
I think Myles thought that the tears were from pain because he held on to my hands and gave them a squeeze. I squeezed back and opened my eyes, smiling down at him to let him know I was okay. Then I took the final inches of him inside me... my arse resting against his thighs.
We rested that way for a few minutes, just getting used to it. We stared at each other, I stroked his chest; he rubbed my thighs.
"I'm ready," I said as I slowly lifted off of him.
He closed his eyes and I began to ride him, slowly at first. I slid up off his still slippery dick until just the head was inside me and then sat back down, swallowing up every inch. As I got used to it I was able to move faster and harder, I started rotating my hips, bouncing up and down on his cock like it was meant to be there. I could hear myself moaning but...wait as second, it wasn't just me. Myles was moaning too.
I really started to go at it then; knowing that he was enjoying this. I rocked up and down, back and forth. I wrapped my hand around my own cock and stroked it in time to the thrust of his shaft pounding away inside me. But, that can't be my hand.
My hands were on his chest, caressing his skin and squeezing his nipples. I looked down...
"Ohhhh Gooddddd" I moaned aloud.
It was Myles' hand on my dick, pumping and squeezing. Sliding up and down. I couldn't believe it. It sent me over the edge.
"Ohh Mylessss I'm cumming," I screeched as the jizz started spraying out of me and across his chest and stomach. One strand even landed on his chin and I leaned down to lick it up before he pulled me in to a kiss.
He was there. He kissed me hard and deep and started thrusting, slamming, pounding hard into my arse. Moaning into my mouth. He grabbed my arse and dug his nails in as he brutally pumped away... spraying inside of me. Letting loose so much that it started to spill out and around his shaft, making it slippery and even easier for his cock to fuck away at my hole.
We humped together for a minute or two, just pressing against each other's bodies. I fell down next to him and he wrapped his arms around me.
"Thank you, Myles," I whispered. "I really wanted you to be the one"
"It's the least I could do," he responded.
We fell asleep and in the morning washed up, said our goodbyes and he headed home. He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving and whispered into my ear "No regrets, Aah-dem"
I smiled and gave him a hug.
"I'll never forget this."
And he was gone.
Two days later our group was heading home. I was back online that night and there was Myles. We talked about the trip and other things, not saying much about our experience in the hotel room but we both knew what it meant for us and I was sure neither of us would ever forget. He's a true best friend.
The End.