I LAY MY COCK ON YOU PART 4
"I HAVE A DREAM" By Ben Reisser
DISCLAIMER:
This story is a work of fiction involving sex among consenting males. It does not reflect the sexual orientation of any of the individuals herein. If this kind of stuff is illegal in your locale, if you are below the age of 18, or if you find themes as this offensive, this story is not for you. Otherwise, enjoy and get aroused.
I have a dick A schlong, a prick To help me cope With any hole If you see the wonder Of my own boner You can taste the precum Even with a lick.
CHORUS: I believe in screwing Something good in every butt I see I believe in screwing When I know the hole is right for me I cum in streams I have a dick. (To the tune of "I Have a Dream" by Westlife)
I BEGAN to unbutton my shirt...
Mark was not someone who could easily smile without baring first his perfect set of teeth. Maybe, that was one of his best assets among many others which makes him really sexy. He was a towering demigod to behold. Though slim and not very well defined, he exudes a certain degree of sexiness that is very hard to go unnoticed.
My shirt came off and I started to unbuckle my belt...
There's a definite air of mystery that was enshrouding this young Irish lad. His smile alone created a feeling of strong enigma and excitement. Add to that his very gentle and silent disposition, his boyishly crude ways and simplicity in words and actions. His very short, dark hair that wouldn't stand comparison with the other band members' trendy hairstyles certainly speaks in a way of his equally shadowy persona. Not that he's evil or something. But it was just hard to decipher the real Mark inside, which makes him even more alluring and tempting.
My hands started unzipping my fly...
Only the two of us alone in my room, Mark stood in front of me, not moving any muscle other than his jaws. He was smiling forever; his seemingly innocent grin was oozing with pure sex appeal.
My boxers dropped to the floor which I immediately kicked off...
Again, my boxers made an emergency landing on the bedside lamp like an oversized white moth, much like what happened during my one night stand with Nicky several months ago. Never mind. It's Mark who's most important right now.
I was naked...
But Mark's not. Silently, his eyes bade me to get closer to him... to feel him... to undress him. All these I did with intense pleasure while his eyes were closed.
And so we stood there naked and vulnerable, touching each other but not speaking. I kissed him passionately, which he also returned with fervor. My tongue savored the exciting taste of the second best fluid in his body and it was so intoxicatingly sweet.
I then bade him towards the bed. Gently tugging his hand while our gazes were locked to each other. Still not uttering a single word, we lay down on the soft mattress. We then resumed our caresses and passionate kisses.
I'm so ready to make love with this young stud. And there's no doubt he was, too.
Mark started to caress my face with his soft, baby hands. We then kissed again passionately. Our tongues met and tasted each other as we lovingly explored each other. God was he delicious!
After the long and torrid kissing, I solowly went down to give Mark's excited cock the same treatment. This boy was so well-hung! I greedily devoured his rock-hard member and tasted the sweet pre-cum oozing from his piss-silt. The more I swallowed him, the louder he moaned with passion.
While I furiously sucked Mark's penis, he ran his long and agile fingers all over my hair, as if encouraging me to suck him more. I needed no further encouragement; I was already sucking him like there was no tomorrow. He was in seventh heaven.
Mark came in my mouth in heavy spurts. God, could he shoot a load! The lad and I kissed once more, savoring in unison his sweet and addictive cum. My brain was whirring in extreme sexual delight, it was as if a heavenly tune was being played all over and over in my mind while he continued to arouse me further. But then, without warning, the melodious song I was imagining turned so cacophonous I immediately jerked off from Mark's tight embrace.
It was the sound of the door being forced open with a defeaning crash. Both Mark and I were startled that we went back to embracing once again. This time, the embrace was almost neck-wrenching. We were not prepared to witness the next thing that happened.
Kian Egan, Nicky Bryne and Shane Filan barged into the room, their expressions overflowing with jelousy and rage. Their burning eyes seemed to sear our young bodies. My jaw dropped open but I couldn't let out even the faintest of sounds. Then, after them, a hellish Bryan McFadden appeared, his face distorted with unspeakable envy and evil. He was holding a sharp and gleaming machete and he was ready to kill. Bryan began to raise it as he made his way closer to two naked bodies holding each other tight in sheer horror.
Bryan McFadden raised his weapon way above his head, his face bore no sign of a sweet and caring lad he once was. I pulled Mark closer to me and let out a loud scream, anticipating the first blow.
I screamed louder. I screamed again... again...
And again...
But I was all alone in my room. Beads of sweat drenched my face and neck. It was the worst dream I ever had in my life. And I was really crying very very hard.
The dream was so vivid I was still very much frightened. Quickly, I rushed buck naked out of my room and ran towards the end of the hall to my Unc's room.
I rapped at his door furiously. I was terribly shaken I was still crying very badly. My Unc Louis who was also fully naked like me opened the door and was flabbergasted by my appearance. He certainly did not expect a grown person like me in hysterics running around the house stark naked in the middle of the fucking night. I embraced him right away and cried some more until my eyes, mouth and throat were all sore.
After I slowly regained my wits, my Unc spoke, "That's certainly a fine performance you've got, my boy. But for goodness sake, what, pray tell me, happened?!"
I let out the last faint whimper in my throat and I slowly explained to him everything.
"You're really unpredictable," My Unc patted me at the back, "One moment you're in bed fucking like a grown man and the next moment you're having nightmares like a toddler and scaring the shit out of me. That's not very normal, 'ya know?"
I just nodded my head and mumbled a faint "Sorry." I suddenly felt very embarrassed by what happened I couldn't look at my Unc straight in the eye.
"Alright, my lad, everything's fine now," Unc Louis reassured, "Must have been from eating too much shrimp last dinner."
"Or maybe not," A voice emanated from the bed as a shadowy figure emerged and stood from under the covers. "It might have been caused by too much sex with Shane just hours ago."
It was Mark Feehily, naked too like Unc and me! He was grinning so broadly at me that I felt even more embarassed I thought I'd die in shame. I was deeply disconcerted that I never gave a damn what the hell was he doing there.
"Kinda arousing by what I've heard from you." He continued. "Basing from your recollection, you really dreamt so bad about me, don't you?"
I just replied with a little smile. I was still enveloped with shame at that moment nonetheless.
"So what can you say about making your nasty dreams into blissful reality?" My Unc said. "I suppose you still have some spare juice left in your balls to join me and Mark?"
My Unc was right. And as quick as it has happened, I began to forget about the terribly humiliating nightmare I had.
I almost thought that I had been dreaming again the moment I joined Unc and Mark in bed.
This story had been revised in fairness to the fans of Mark, who, after reading the original sequel, wrote me to express their dissapointment over the fact that I failed to write even just a little bit of explicit detail on the sex between him and Ben. I hope this will appease them. (For now!)
There's been a long delay with the posting of my final sequel which I promised. It's just taking me some time to polish since it is my desire to give you a very good ending to this story you had been avidly reading. Don't worry, I'll post it!
Take care guys and enjoy! Maraming Salamat! ("Thank you" in my mother tongue)
Fuckingly yours,
Ben W. Reisser reisserb@yahoo.com