Date: Tue, 2 May 2000 07:49:07 -0500 From: Mark Smiddy Subject: Max's Dream Part 2 _continued from Max's Dream Pt 1 Max's Dream Part 2 Max Evan's felt himself being pulled further away from Earth drifting upward toward the star studded night sky above him, leaving the dark desert floor of Roswell behind him. He moved past the pale gray cratered surface of the moon in the blink of an eye, beginning to move faster and faster as he headed toward the edge of the solar system streaking past the other planets and out into the galaxy beyond. The stars streaked past like streaming comets trailing their light behind them as he hurtled faster and faster into the vast blackness. Then without warning he suddenly found himself streaking toward another star that grew quickly into the bright orb of a sun around which other planets circled, 'This is my home,' Max realized with a surge of excitement, 'one of those planets must be my world.' It was then that the universe began to recede as quickly as he'd arrived, he clawed at the emptiness around him trying to stay, desperately wanting to see which of the spinning planets just ahead was home. "No! I have to see!!" he cried out to whatever force was pulling him back sending him hurtling backward through space. He felt hot tears of frustration spring to his eyes as he watched the sun before him shrink away until it was only a pinpoint of light indistinguishable among the millions of others around him. "Max!" he heard a familiar voice call out. With a start Max felt himself pulled with frightening speed back to Earth, he tried to brace himself for the impact as he saw the desert floor streaking up at him. "Max, get up we're going to be late!" he heard Isabelle calling out. Just before he slammed into the rocky desert floor his eyes flew open and he realized he was lying in his own bed in a tangle of sweat soaked sheets. He opened his mouth to call out to Isabelle wanting to tell her what he'd just seen when he realized that not all of the dampness in the sheets was sweat. Lying naked on his back he saw that his stomach and chest were splashed with still warm pools of cum. With the realization that he'd just had an orgasm he suddenly recalled the rest of the dream. He'd been alone in the shower at school, standing naked under the hot jets of water from the showerhead when he'd felt the presence of the dark haired stranger again. The man had moved up behind him and gently slid his arms around Max's torso, then with open palms the stranger had let his hands move down over Max's chest brushing slowly over his nipples causing them to harden. From there the dream had grown more and more erotic and intense until Max and the dark haired stranger were locked in a feverish embrace with the man finally bringing Max to orgasm. It was at the very instant that Max had started to cum when he'd felt himself being hurled into space. "I'm up!" he called out to Isabelle not wanting her to come into his room and find him in the midst of the results of his latest wet dream. He kicked aside the damp sheets and stood up to stretch before heading into the bathroom to shower. He quickly lathered and rinsed his body washing away the evidence of his nighttime encounter, his mind puzzling over the events of the past few days. He'd tried to make love to Liz the night before hoping that in doing so she would see more of the visions of his home planet and to prove to himself that he wasn't gay but in the end he found he simply couldn't go through with it. But they had discovered another important piece of the puzzle, the strange glowing orb with the familiar yet strange markings. He'd asked Liz not to tell anyone about their discovery until he'd had time to think things over. Of course after having been out all night the night before with Liz and having both their parents waiting up for them the next day had insured he'd have plenty of time to think, he was grounded now for the next two weeks. Not only that but Liz's parents had forbidden her to have any contact with him what so ever. Max hated that Liz had become so involved in his life and seemed to get nothing in return but more pain and confusion and he hated it even more that he was the source of it. He shook himself out of the regretful chain of thinking as he toweled himself dry and instead turned his thoughts to the dark haired stranger, the dreams and the orb. Last night for the first time the stranger had spoken to Max in his dreams and he struggled to recall what it was the man had said when Max had asked him his name. As Max quickly pulled on his jeans it came to him, the man had said his name was Jason. ***************************** Over eleven hundred miles away Jason Stiller sat staring intently at his computer screen at a photo of the television star and producer Jonathan Frakes. The caption of the photo read "Roswell Celebrates Crash Anniversary." Jason's dark eyes moved from the familiar face of Jonathan to the young man standing beside him, a dark haired youth with piercing eyes. With a few quick strokes of the keys Jason launched a search for Roswell and the related article for the photo. After a few moments the full article appeared on the screen and Jason quickly scanned the printed words for the name of the youth in the photo."Max Evans," he read aloud. ******************************** Max suffered through his classes at school; the hours seemed to drag by at an agonizing pace while the teachers droned on and on. But finally the bell rang for the last time and he hurried out to the parking lot and into the jeep. Isabelle and Michael followed close behind and he waited impatiently for them to get into the vehicle. He drove quickly through town and they dropped Michael off at his new apartment before heading home. "You're awfully quiet today." Isabel observed. "Just a lot on my mind at the moment," Max answered doing his best to keep his voice neutral, knowing that Isabelle would pick up instantly on the slightest change in his tone. Isabelle fixed her dark haired brother with a penetrating look. "Does it have anything to do with what happened between you and Liz the night you didn't come home?" Max pondered what to say, he didn't want to lie any more than he had to especially not to Isabelle, but he couldn't bring himself to tell her the truth. Besides even if he wanted to tell her what would he say? "Nothing happened between Liz and I and probably never will.in fact I think I may be gay because I keep having wet dreams about a guy named Jason." Yeah right! Max sighed and looked over at his sister, "Its nothing really, just thinking," he said in tone he hoped was casual. Isabel continued to gaze at her brother for another moment before she sighed, "Okay," and turned back to face forward again. He's not telling me the truth, she thought to herself but she knew better than to push when it came to getting Max to talk about something he wasn't ready to talk about. The rest of the ride home was silent and Max kept turning over thoughts of the dark haired man named Jason and trying to piece together how he fit into puzzle of where Max was really from. Maybe the guy has something to do with the orb Liz and I found, he wondered, but what did he have to do with the visions I keep having when the two of us have sex in my dreams? Max decided there was only one thing to do.he'd have to sleep on it and hope that maybe he'd find out more in his dreams. *********************************** Jason Stiller sat in the small studio behind the home he shared with his father and nephew staring up at the canvas before him.the image he'd drawn in pastels was of the dark haired Max Evans standing in a desert setting with a multi hued cliff rising behind him. Jeff moved closer and using quick sure strokes drew a set of symbols onto the cliff face directly behind Max. He stepped back from the canvas again trying to see the picture as a whole when the phone rang, "Hello," he answered on the second ring. "Hey, whatcha know?" came the familiar voice of Jason's friend Mark. "Still hard at it?" "Yeah, I've been working on it all day," Jason replied setting aside the stick of pastel as he made himself comfortable on a nearby stool. "I just can't seem to get this guy out of my head, and I don't think it's a coincidence that he's the same guy I've been having wet dreams about. I mean what are the chances that you dream about someone and then see their picture on the net?" Mark laughed, "Oh, I don't know I have wet dreams about Ryan Phillippe all the time and his pictures are all over the net." Jason rolled his eyes and smiled, "You really are a smart ass sometimes." "Yep!" Mark replied, "But you still worship the quicksand I walk on." "Did I tell you I found out what his name is and where he's from?" Jason asked choosing to ignore Mark's ribbing. "No, you didn't tell me that." Mark answered, "So who is this mystery man and where is he from?" "His name is Max Evans and he lives in Roswell, New Mexico." Jason replied letting his gaze move back to the canvas and the image of Max. "Roswell, New Mexico?" Mark repeated, "Please don't tell me he's into UFOs and all that conspiracy mumbo jumbo." Jason shook his head, "I don't know, the article really didn't say much about him." Jason's eyes wandered to meet the hazel colored gaze of Max's image. "I think I may have to make a road trip soon, you want to go out west with me?" Mark laughed, "If I didn't know better I'd think you were serious." Jason continued to look into Max's dark lashed framed eyes, "I don't think I am kidding Mark." Still joking Mark replied, "Okay, it's official, you're starting to scare me." ******************************** Max lay in bed with the sheet only pulled up to his waist, the room was too warm but he couldn't sleep with nothing on him so he compromised. He glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand; pale blue numbers gave the time as 11:45pm. I've got to get to sleep, Max thought and he closed his eyes trying to will himself to sleep. He didn't know how long he'd been lying there with his eyes closed but he suddenly felt the presence of someone else in the room with him and he slowly opened his eyes. Jason stood at the foot of his bed with the dim light from the window playing across his goateed face, his dark eyes seemed to bore into Max's. Max felt that somehow Jason could actually see into his soul and the thought both scared and calmed him at the same time. He opened his mouth to ask Jason what he wanted but found he couldn't speak so he watched wordlessly as Jason moved to the side of the bed and leaned down to place his mouth over his. Max felt the soft black hairs of Jason's goatee as they brushed against his chin just before he felt Jason's lips close over his. Max immediately opened his mouth to accept Jason's tongue as it slid over his lips, past his slightly parted teeth and into his mouth, meeting Jason's tongue with his own. As the kiss deepened and their tongues continued to dance and twine around each other Max felt the mattress give slightly as Jason slid into bed beside him. Max sighed as he felt Jason's body move next to his and he raised his hips as Jason's fingers slipped beneath the waistband of his boxers and slowly pushed them down and off. He was already hard and he could feel Jason's cock swelling against his thigh as he moved closer. Jason pulled away from Max's lips and began to kiss his way downward, pausing to nibble slightly at the hollow of Max's throat. Then he moved his kisses down to Max's broad hairless chest, kissing one dark nipple then the other. Max sighed and squirmed as Jason's lips closed over his right nipple sucking it into his mouth, flicking the tip with his tongue. He let his fingers wrap themselves in Jason's thick black hair holding his sucking mouth tighter against his nipple. When he couldn't stand the sensations any longer he pulled Jason's hot mouth from his right nipple and pushed his head toward his left nipple. Jason's tongue snaked across Max's chest searching for the boy's other nipple letting himself be guided by Max's hands tangled in his hair. At last he found the dark circle and sucked the nub into his mouth letting his teeth graze lightly across the dark flesh. Max moaned as Jason continued to suck hungrily at his nipples, the sensations caused him to drive his hips upward thrusting his stiff cock against Jason's furry abdomen in harder and faster thrusts. Jason pulled away from Max's smooth chest and began to lick his way slowly down the youth's stomach heading for his throbbing thrusting cock. He moved over the ridged muscles of his stomach until he felt the tip of Max's dick press upward against his chin, then in one swift move he swallowed its entire eight inch length. A loud moan escaped Max's lips as he felt his cock sucked into the hot wet confines of Jason's mouth and he thrust his hips upward until he felt Jason's nose pressing into his pubic bush and his chin pressing against his balls. He tightened his fingers in Jason's hair and began to hump his hips furiously driving his aching cock in and out of Jason's constantly sucking mouth. Suddenly Max felt the mattress shift again as Jason still sucking on his cock maneuvered his body until he was in a sitting position between Max's legs. Max started to protest when he realized what Jason wanted but before he could form the words he felt the broad head of Jason's swollen cock press its way between the cheeks of his ass aiming for his puckered hole. Using his right hand Jason guided his stiff cock between Max's clenched cheeks pressing his slick cockhead against the boy's tight hole while he continued to suck hungrily on Max's cock. Max tried to hold himself tight against Jason's blunt dick but Jason continued to press forward until Max felt his ass open slowly to accept Jason's hard shaft. With a grunt of pain he felt Jason's flared head spear past his muscles spreading him wider as the shaft of Jason's cock followed. At last Jason felt his cock sink all the way into Max's hot ass and he began to pump his hips driving it in and out while he continued sucking on Max's dick. As Jason drove himself deeper and harder into his ass, Max began thrusting his hips to meet Jason thrust for thrust, driving his own cock in and out of Jason's hungry mouth as he rode Jason's thick tool. Jason felt Max suddenly tense up and he prepared himself for the load Max began to pump into his mouth as the boy sank down all the way onto his cock. He swallowed again and again as Max's thick hot cum jetted from his pulsing dick. Just as it had happened on the night before, at the instant Max began to cum he felt himself being pulled upward and into space. Tonight he was eager to allow it, hoping that maybe this night he would actually see his home planet. But just as he was drifting upward he realized that Jason hadn't climaxed yet and after the pleasure Jason had just given him it didn't seem right to just leave and so with a great effort he willed himself back down. Seeing his home world would have to wait for another night. Jason looked up surprised as he felt Max's weight settle back onto his cock; he looked up into Max's face. Max looked back into the dark eyes staring at him and he smiled, "Tonight we both cum," he said. Jason smiled back and kissed Max's inner thigh gently. Max continued to smile as he began to move his hips back and forth slowly then faster, riding Jason's stiff rod until he felt Jason tense beneath him. Jason moaned loudly as his cock jumped and spas med inside Max's tight ass pumping it full of cum until they both lay panting and sweating on the tangled sheets. Still joined to Jason, Max felt himself beginning to drift off to sleep but before he did he rose up and kissed him gently on the mouth. ************************************* The next morning Jason woke up to find his stomach and chest hairs matted with sperm. A thousand miles away Max woke up to the same. Roswell and its characters are copyrights of Warner Brother Studios and based on original characters created by Melinda Metz. No copyright infringement is implied or intended. This is a work of fiction and does not suggest the actual sexual orientation of the characters or the actors that portray them.