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Out of a Dream
by:
James Clark
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Author's Note-- The point of view switches back to James now.
Chapter 8- When Dreams Become Nightmares
The next day I wake up so happy. I can't remember another day before this one that I was ready to get up in the morning! I can't wait to see Wyatt! Its Saturday, and we made plans to do something because my mom is out of town for the whole weekend. I go into the living room and grab a microwaved sausage biscuit and a glass of coke (I hate milk, and orange juice makes me gag). After I sit down and watch a couple early morning cartoons, I notice that the answering machine light is blinking, signaling that I have a new message. I go over to the machine, throwing the napkin with which held the biscuit into the green bargain brand trash can on the way. I push the play button, and I'm horrified by what I hear come out of that wretched speaker.
Wyatt's voice comes out of the speaker, colder than I've ever heard it before. "James, I called to tell you that I hate you. I hate what you did to me. This is you're fault. I never want to see you again, faggot. Don't come near me again. I mean it, this shit is over, you made me turn gay, but I'm over you now."
I stand there, frozen in time and space, stricken silent by those words. Then, my fingers lose their grip on the glass that still remains in my hand.
It falls with a dreadful crash and splits into a thousand pieces on the fake wood paneling of my floor. The only noise in the room is the television, unheeding of this tragic moment, still belting out cartoon sound effects. With the noise of Wile E. Coyote falling off yet another cliff filling my ears, I fall to my knees. The words sink in fully, along with puzzlement racing through my mind. He hates me? What did I do?! I did this to him? What does it mean?! I don't realize that the tears are streaming down my face, and I can't feel the shards of glass digging into my knees through the pajama pants. They draw blood, spreading in small red blotches on the knees of my pants.
Why did he say that? I decide to get into my car, and drive over to his house to get an explanation. While I'm driving, vision obscured by the opulence of tears in my eyes, my mind is still trying to figure this out. What could've possibly changed between us? Why? Could I ever get him back?
I pull up to his house, and I see him and his dad through the window. They look like they're arguing, and Wyatt's father looks very menacing. I can't help but wonder vaguely in the back of my mind if this has something to do with what happened. But I'm way too distraught at the moment to give that thought full attention. Wyatt sees me pull up, and he and his dad walk outside.
Even now, the tears haven't stopped, they just flow with all the more force. I manage to get my voice under control as I open the door and step out of the car.
"Wyatt, what happened? Why?", my voice threatening to break, even though I thought I had myself under control.
"I told you, faggot, leave me alone", he says to me. Somehow I'm not believing that he means what he says. His eyes are sad, not angry. His voice doesn't sound like he's mad at me, more like he's forcing out the words. His dad is standing some ten feet or so behind him with a really smug look on his face, like he's proud of something. Then, suddenly, Wyatt mouths out the words "Go. I love you."
I realize that something is up, so I put on an act which isn't too hard for me considering how close I came to losing it. I spin away from him, sobbing, and get into my car. As I start to drive away, he mouths the words "I love you" again, and I see tears forming in his beautiful eyes.
I get home and I can't be still. When my mom gets home, I go into my room and close the door. I really don't feel like human contact right now. At least, not until I figure out what's going on. I turn on the TV and start watching Girl, Interrupted for the umpteenth time.I have no idea what's happening with Wyatt, and I feel so nervous. My head's spinning with all the things that have happened. I love him so much it hurts. I realize that I'm actually pretty sleepy, and before I know it, I'm laying down on my bed, with my eyes slowly closing.
I wake up to a small knocking sound on my window, and its dark outside. I look up toward my window, which is right beside my bed, and lo and behold, its Wyatt!! My heart momentarily leaps into my throat. I mean, damn, its Wyatt!! I open the window and help him climb in. After I close the window, the first thing he does is kiss me. Its so tender and sweet of a kiss, I know immediately that he still loves me. We pull away from each other.
"So, what happened? Why'd you do that? And what was up with your dad today?", I asked, completely breathless.
"Long story. Nick fucked us over, big time. I wish I'd never known him. He called my dad and told him a huge crock of shit. He told him that he was worried about me, that you had turned me gay, and you're a really fucked up person. Those aren't his exact words, I'm sure, but that was the gist of what my dad said. Anyways, man, he convinced him that you were horrible for me. Plus, my dad's sort of anti-gay. Then, my dad told me that if I didn't break up with you, and drop all of this, then he'd make sure you got hurt. And he can do it, too. He like, knows people. I was scared, and so I had to convince him that I hated you. But it was all just a lie. He was listening when I left that message. I wanted to cry after I did that. He hit me pretty hard, too. He's smart enough not to do it on the face though."
Holy shit, I couldn't believe this. Nick, that bastard, if I ever got the chance, I'd kill him. That was so low. Then, I realized that Wyatt's eyes were moist with tears. I took him into my arms, and hugged him hard. I didn't want him to ever have to leave me again.
"Where did he hit you? Did he leave a mark?", I asked.
"Yeah, he hit me in the ribs", he said.
"Take your shirt off, let me see".
He takes his shirt off, and throws the black fabric over the side of the bed. I almost gasp when I see the blue spot of his ribs, the size of a fist. I lean down and kiss it gently, knowing it hurts. He starts breathing quicker. I straighten back up and kiss him on the lips, softly at first, then harder and rougher as my passion for him builds. He starts to slip off my shirt, and runs his hands down my chest, caressing it softly, his hands warm and soft. We kiss again, this time longer, hotter, the kisses becoming more urgent, as if the same element that gave us hard organs bestowed a virility to our very mouths. He pulls away.
"Are you sure about this?", he asks, even now remaining gallant.
"I've never wanted anything more".
I reach down to his belt buckle, and unzip his pants, slowly pulling them down, and then off as he lifts his legs. He wears white boxer briefs that clearly show the outline of his hard member, drenching the material with fluid. I pull those down next, revealing a beautiful, six and a half inch, rock hard cock. I'm still wearing my pants, and he loosens the zipper, and removes them along with my boxers, tossing them over the side of the bed to join their comrades of misplaced clothing in a heap on the floor. He wraps a hand over it, and slowly moves that hand, that wonderful hand, back and forth, causing untold pleasure.
"Stop, or this'll be over much sooner than I want it to. Plus, I have something I want to give you", I say, smiling impishly. He obeys, promised something scintillating. I slowly push him back over onto his back. I'm over him now, and we share another kiss before I move further down. I halt at his left nipple, and suck it tenderly, but nipping at it now and then. I swirl my toungue around it as I hear his gasps. Then, making a trail with my tongue, I move down, stopping at his navel only to swirl my tongue once more, but this time in his perfectly shaped belly button. I move even further down, following painfully slowy his light treasure trail of hair to his groin, at which point his erect penis grazes my chin. This contact with the swollen object of his desire causes him to groan loudly. I thank God that my room is on the other side of the trailer from my mom's. Ah, but I don't pay any attention to his dick yet, journeying further south. I suck one of his balls into my mouth, twirling my tongue around it gently. I let it fall from my mouth, and I grip his sac between my lips, stroking it firmly, enough to cause intense pleasure. He moans for all of this.
Finally, I turn my attention to his engorged dick, taking just the head of it into my mouth. My theme for this is slowly, but steadily. Swirling my tongue on the underside of his shaft, I take more of him into my mouth, engulfing almost all of him. When I can't take anymore in my mouth, I pull back, and begin to bob my head up and down his cock. Wyatt begins to moan and writhe under me. After several moment of this, I pull off.
"Don't stop, please. It feels so great", he pleads.
"Then you'll really like this. I want you in me, now", I say to him, my eyes meeting his. Those glaciers of blue have softened, as if his passion were melting them, making them warm and soft.
"Are you sure?"
"Of course". I hand him a bottle of lube from under the bed, then I get on all fours. I've always wanted to try this.
"Go slow, and loosen me up first".
"Of course", he says, his voice containing a sexy, sarcastic quality. He applies some of the cool lube to my pucker, and begins rubbing the outside of it. He slips in one long, slender finger. As I let out a groan, he begins to finger fuck me. After about a minute of this, he slips in another finger. To my surprise, it doesn't really hurt, its just a little uncomfortable at first. Soon, though, the pangs of pleasure return. I finally can't stand this anymore.
"I need you in me, now!", I say. In response, he takes his still raging hard cock, and places it at the entrance to my hole. He pushes, and my sphincter gives way to the head of his dick. Wyatt pauses to allow me to get used to this new intruder.
"OK, I'm allright, keep going".
"Oh, James, I love you so much. I could never leave you, no matter what."
"I love you too, Wyatt." He pushes his tool deeper into me. Then, he pulls out almost all the way, then pushes back into me.
"Oh my God!", I say realizing that he's hitting my prostate. I've never felt anything like this before. Its heavely! He continues after he sees my smile. Soon, he's pumping in and out of me. I feel like I'm about to cum without even touching myself. Wyatt speeds up the pace, pumping faster and faster. I feel my balls begin to churn, and I start to spew all over the bed beneath me. My sphincter clamps on Wyatt's dick, squeezing the hair trigger that separated him from his orgasm. I feel his cum shooting into me, the viscous whiteness coating my insides. Wyatt slows, stops, and leans over on me. We both collapse down onto the bed with his dick still stuffed into me. I'm breathing so fast, and so is he. Wyatt rolls off of me onto his back, pulling his cock out as he moved. I look at him and he seems so beautiful there. He's still flushed, red, and panting. Every time his heart beats, I can see his dick jump. I pick myself up enough to lean over and kiss him.
"That was great, Wyatt".
"You, are so awesome".
Well, how's that? Finally, some action in the story! Yayy!! But what will Wyatt's dad do? How will James and Wyatt continue to see each other? So, now you HAVE to read the next chapter to find out! Muah ha ha!! Hope you enjoyed it.