The Box Anthony Cua
Chapter 1: The Dream
Disclaimer: When reading this story, I suppose you are of legal age whatever it may be in your country, but if you are not yet of the age of majority, I still hope you enjoy my work. This series will run through with hetero- and homo- sexual acts, if you are offended in any way with this material, I advice that you leave from this page at once. Moreover, this series will have terms that would refer to psychological condition and therapies that are practiced but manipulated to an extent that I deem will be effective for the stories plot.
With a passion so intense, my mouth is concentrated in giving pleasure to my visitor tonight. Sucking fiercely and sometimes forcing my tongue through the slit of his dick, everything I am at the moment was this act of giving pleasure. And like a volcano, my mouth suddenly gets filled with glorious honey and milk that tasted nothing like I tasted before. But it started to choke me; each pulsation of his dick and blow of his cum leaves me more and more breathless and unable to breath for air.
And suddenly, I realize I was in my studio, alone with my girlfriend beside me. Back in the four cornered room that I called home for the last three years, I gazed unfocused over the kitchen and counter in front the bed and the bathroom at the right of the bed. I lazily turn my sight outside the window beside the bed to its left. Slowly, I started to realize that I dreamt again.
For the last five months, the same dream has haunted me every night. But each night, the dream becomes more vivid and longer. Tonight, the taste of cum somehow lingers even through my consciousness and it disgusts me.
Being twenty-four and a fresh psychology major graduate, it scares me that it might be an onset of a terrible psychological disease. The dreams are something I would have never dared to think about. But it somehow felt terribly familiar and right. My girlfriend is a testament to my heterosexuality but my dream tells otherwise. In my twenty-four years of existence in this world, I have never recalled myself of thinking about having a relationship, moreover a sexual relationship, with another man. But every night that I have this dream, I continue to doubt my self and my sexuality more and more.
With great effort, I stood up and headed for the shower. Every night that the dream haunts me, I always wake up having ejaculated with cum all over my body. Some other night, my girlfriend even wakes up when I ejaculate because it either lands on her back or on her chest. It was those nights that I am thankful for, because I would wake up with my girlfriend sucking my cock, cleaning me up and making me feel better. But tonight, my cum landed just above my left nipple and a little strand lies just above my pubic area.
As I stood there in the bath, the hot water started to relax my tense muscle. How grateful I am to the inventor of the electric water heater. And with great surprise, I felt a strong arm wrap around my waist. Slowly crawling to my sensitive area, the graceful hands started to stroke my dick. Expecting my girlfriend, I turned and was stupefied as I look face to face with the visitor from my dream.
"How?" I stammered completely taken by surprise with the situation as I reach my climax.
And with such force, I wake up ejaculating cum everywhere. My ass was bucked up in the air humping as hard as it can awhile jets of cum continued to take off and land on my chest. Finally cooling down, I was amazed with the amount of cum collected on my belly and started to wonder what happened.
Groggy from everything that happened and completely nauseous with the scent of sex that fills the room, I slowly crawled and staggered to the shower and had a long hot shower careful not to wake Anna up. Slowly, I remembered about the dream and how this was completely different from the other dream. It was the first time I ever woke up in another dream and stroked by my visitor. Washing the cum off my chest and my belly, annoyed with the way it clings on my finger and body hair, I thought why this was happening to me. Trying to prowl and look deeper into myself, I tried to look for the source of this dream and the unwanted desire for a man in my dream.
But somehow, I know that my childhood was a happy one. I remembered my mom and the cookies she baked every Saturday afternoon. I remembered my dad and his strong arms as he guided the bat in my hand in a swinging motion. I know that my childhood was a happy one. There was never a tinge of homosexual inclination to my personality.
Still baffled by the dream, I turned the shower off and dried myself off with a towel that I shared with Anna last night as we took a bath together. Anna never knows about this dream I am having the past month we've been living together. All she knows is that I have wet dreams most the night than not. A lie I had to tell, fearing she'll leave me if she knows the truth. Surely baffled with my conspicuous wet dreams, Anna seem to have been able to adjust well with my situation and have also taken the liberty of cleaning me up of the mess I made with her studious tongue whenever she wakes up in the middle of my ejaculation.
Seeing myself on the mirror, I somehow felt good with what I am seeing. I stop to marvel at my body and how well I am able to maintain it. Playing basketball and baseball from childhood, I grew up with my father and brother keeping me company and fit with the games we play. My stomach is flat but my chest is nicely proportioned to it. The shoulder is broad enough but not over worked and protruding. I never had trouble with girls. Although I wasn't the most popular guy in high school, I was able to sleep and fool around with girls without too much worry of dying with out a son and alone.
Through the crack of the bathroom door, I saw that Anna was already up and starting to get dressed for work. I quickly got out of the bathroom and closed in on her. Tugging at the waistband of her panties, I saw that she also wants it. Slowly slipping off the panties, I kiss her slowly moving down to her breast and working my tongue on her nipples.
"How much time do we have?" I asked quickly going back to nibbling her nipples.
"5 minutes or so." Gasping and heaving at every word she said.
Fumbling for the drawer, I quickly took out a condom from the drawer and rip it open. I always had been careful when having sex. But remembering that I have blown my load just a few minutes ago, I was quite pessimistic that I will even be able to make enough spit to make her pregnant. But what the heck, my principle stands stronger than the urge of doing it unprotected. I quickly slid the extra large condom over my 9" uncut dick and slowly lied her down on her fours. Feeling that rough sex was perfect for the moment, I decided to fuck her like there was no tomorrow and slowly, I felt that I was about the shoot my load.
Two minutes later, the deed was done and I lay there on bed naked slowly taking the condom off. I was completely amazed with the amount of jizz I made knowing the amount I just made earlier. It was either I was having a hormonal imbalance or there is something really wrong with me. But trusting my instinct and my medical background, I decided that it was because of the human horniness and nothing more than a coincidence. Anna took off, and I myself got ready for work.
But suddenly, a gripping fear crawled up my spine bringing a sickly cold sweat all over my body. I glared at a box on top of the counter with a bright neon yellow note card attached to it. Panic stricken, I stood and stared at the box and the ominous feeling I sense it has. Something is about to unfold. Slowly, I move towards the box and decided to read the note first. At first contact, the note was neutral and did not give off an electric shock like I expected.
Examining the note, it says, "From the past, I'll be coming back."
And with such ferocity, the fear that I taught had passed swept back like a tidal wave and carried me like a small palm tree at Laguna Beach. I suddenly felt something at the back of my head keeping me from opening the box, talking to me in the most persuasive way to keep me from seeing what the odd box kept inside its ominous womb.
To be continued: Next chapter: The Box
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