Date: Sun, 5 Nov 2006 08:22:33 -0800 (PST) From: Jeff Spencer Subject: Dream, Part 1 (M/t, oral, anal) This story involves descriptions of sexual encounters between teenaged boys, and males of different generations. Be warned, and do not read if reading this type of story is illegal for you. It is fiction, and should not be taken as approval of actual contact of this type between adults and children. If you like it, drop me a line at JeffSpencer69@yahoo.com. Please contribute some money to Nifty if you enjoy this and other works posted there. Enjoy! ================================== I awoke to feel a small, sensuous hand slipping under the waistband of my khaki boxers. The warm hand slipped over the globe of my right ass cheek, which was uppermost, as I was lying on my left side. The hand, smooth and firm, gently cupped my ass, which made me groan from the unexpected, but pleasurable, feeling. I could feel my 7" cock swelling with interest, and a strong tingle in my balls in their hair-covered wrinkled sack. The feeling of heat, and smooth flesh, extended all along almost the entire length of my body, pressing against me from behind. I felt warm, soft breathing on my shoulder, the owner of the hand becoming more excited, their breathing rate increasing. The hand continued exploring my ass, pressing and squeezing my butt gently, tickling the few, brown hairs on my ass. Soft, warm lips pressed against my right shoulder blade, the tender touch causing me to groan from the unexpected, but needed, human contact. My bottom wiggled involuntarily, and the small hand slipped deeper into my heat, into the moist valley between my globes, the stranger's fingers seeking out my dark and heated anal opening. My anal pucker flexed in excitement and anticipation. I felt a radiant heat, and somehow, a sense of building sexual excitement, from the person behind me, my impertinent mystery lover, and soon his gender became readily apparent, as I felt a stiff, hot, rod rise between us and press into the back of my thighs, between the bottom curve of my ass and the top of my thigh, a slim track of slick, hot wetness trailing from the head of that sweet shaft teasing me deliciously. He moved up until that fat, firm cock was pressing into my lower back, our bodies joined delightfully, if only teasingly. It was clear that he was shorter, if not younger than me. I desperately desired the feel of his hardness, even if only a finger, inside and filling me. As though reading my mind, his index finger slowly slid deeper into the furrow, gathering the moisture of my night sweat - a clean sweat, as I'd showered before hitting the rack, there in the US Army compound outside of Fallujah, Iraq. I was a First Sergeant with a company of combat engineers, Delta Company. My name is Jeff Roberts. He twisted his finger about, gathering my musky sweat, then drove that finger delightfully deep inside, just reaching my prostate as he fucked in and out of my receptive hole. His right hand reached around my hip, and his shorter arm was barely able to reach the tip of my shaft, already dripping my pre-cum, in anticipation of shooting my load. I hoped that the target would be his mouth, as I could imagine my sticky white cum dripping off his warm full lips, which had been tenderly grazing my shoulder. And then we could share it in a sweet kiss. Or perhaps I would shoot it in his own, no doubt tasty, ass hole. Of course, I was willing to settle for just cumming in his hand if it came to that - for gays, it seems like it's 'An Army of One' sometimes. As a 6' 1", 210 pound, brown-eyed and brown-haired 28 year old, I was at the height of my sexual interest, and my thick cock often had a mind of its own, but a definite interest in other men. His small, slim fingers teased my erect cock deliciously - mine wasn't the first cock this boy/man had played with, at the very least he was self-taught. My cum drooled onto his delicate fingertips, creating a silky texture to his already exciting touch. I could feel, too, the hot, plump head of his cock as it stroked back and forth over my back, just above the waistband of my boxers which, by some miracle, were still on me. I couldn't tell how long that shaft was, but it was thick, heavy and hot on me, as were his balls, which seemed to be contained inside a very hairless scrotum. Heavy and hot, too, was the flow of cream from the tip of his circumcised rod, as it slid so easily in the growing slippery pool of his male fluid on my smooth back. I could smell it, too, his salty, sweaty, musky male scent, the richness of it almost causing me to cum in his hand. I gasped, and hitched my body, pressing my ass back hard into his crotch, as he slipped his index finger faster inside me, fucking me nearly as hard, if not as deeply, as any lover I'd experienced before. I groaned, as he pressed his lips hard onto my right shoulder, then bit me, quite hard. My head jerked around to see who my mystery abuser might be, but caught sight only of a few strands of long, light- colored hair. His slight gasps, too, sounded young, like a voice that hadn't completely grown into itself yet. Light hair ruled out an Iraqi, but in any case they weren't allowed in the camp. Too much chance of an `insurgent' wreaking havoc. The long hair ruled out one of my fellow reservists - our hair was cut short. That left only one of the press. I supposed it was possible that one of them was enjoying a late night interlude with me, though I'd been very careful in hiding my 'interests.' There was an Australian cutie who I'd have loved to fuck, if circumstances were different, but he was happily married (it seemed), besides he was nearly two inches taller than me at 6' 3" and clearly my mystery lover was much shorter than I. I estimated 5' 6" or so. Also, he had a deep voice, which my mystery lover definitely seemed to lack. At any rate, I figured I'd find out eventually. His finger fucking of my ass, simultaneous with his frenzied stroking of the last three inches of my cock, brought me to the edge of orgasm. I could picture my piss slit flaring widely to allow the massive eruption of cum that was fighting to get out. "Fuck, I'm cumming!" I whispered excitedly, and I was pleased to hear him say, in a somewhat high-pitched voice, "Me too!" He humped his groin across and over my round ass cheeks, his hard cock splitting them, but not nearly as deeply as I would have liked! "Unhh," he grunted in my ear, but I was nearly past hearing as I concentrated on my own pleasure. I reached around behind me, to feel a slim figure, even more naked than I, humping into my more solid body. "Yeah, fuck, buddy, cum on me!" I whispered, and his dry humping of my ass grew more frenzied, as did his caressing and stroking of my long shaft and fat dick head, now overflowing with cum. "FUCK!" he nearly shouted out, which startled me, but I felt a warm bubbling of liquid, thick and viscous onto my back, as he came in a serious of eruptions on me. He quickly brought his face to mine, too quickly for my sleep-filled eyes to begin to focus, and kissed me deeply, his warm, full lips pressed to mine, his breath redolent of fruit, a peach scent. Our tongues danced happily as he continued to stroke my ready dick inside my shorts, my readiness and excitement soon overwhelming me, thick globs of my cum coating his fingers, his kiss unbroken as I came in his arms. I could feel his breathing, hot currents of moist air racing over my cheek, as he came more fully into my arms, his naked body smooth, but smaller and slimmer than mine. He had no hair on his body that I could feel, save for a small bush at his dick. His breathing slowed, as he slipped into sleep, but any other observations I might have made were quite lost, as I, too, fell asleep, sated. I awoke the next morning, momentarily puzzled by the feeling of an absence. Then the events of the night before came rushing back to me, and I looked around for my midnight lover, or at least evidence that he'd been there. To my surprise, and relief, there was none. Surprise, because the sex we shared had been the most real thing I had ever experienced. I almost expected him to still be there. Relief, because if I were to be discovered in bed with a naked man, I could count on a courts-martial, no matter how well liked I was in Delta Company. I slipped my hand inside my shorts, and found my cock and balls, and my bush of curly brown pubic hair, crusted with evidence that I had cum in the middle of the night, a hardly surprising event for anyone, straight or gay, out of a group of virile men in their twenties. Opportunities to bust a nut were unfortunately few and far between in Iraq, regardless of preferences. Wet dreams were a common occurrence. I felt a stickiness on my back, and found a thin crust of drying sperm there, too. Hesitant to ascribe it to anything else, I just told myself that some of my own cum had dripped back there. My thoughts then quickly turned to our mission. Our project to repair the infrastructure of the town continued apace. We'd gotten a lot of experience doing water line improvements down in Mosul, so after three months there, our unit was transferred to Fallujah to do more of the same. A few days after my interesting dream, we were working, supervising a team of Iraqi laborers replacing some shattered water pipe. As we'd often jump down into the trench to assist them, we all ended up pretty tired and dirty. The squad I was working with and I wolfed down some MREs, as we'd finished the day's work after the mess hall closed. Following our routine of showering only when our need for it, and the availability of hot water coincided, we sank into our cots and conked out. The only one who didn't was PFC Wallace, who had a joking reputation as 'gay' because he was so prissy. He was taking a cold water shower, a routine he never missed. Guys in the squad would ask me what I thought of him, and why the Army never kicked him out, all the time never suspecting that I was gay. Wallace sure as hell wasn't. Anyway, I could barely remember my head even touching the pillow, when I awoke in the dark sometime later in the night, noticing a movement off to the side of my cot reflecting some stray light. "What the fuck?" I murmured, when a semi-naked, and slim teenaged boy came into focus. He was blond, with cute boyish features just starting to turn into those of a man. I estimated his age at fifteen or sixteen, his height at 5' 6" and his weight about 120 pounds. His skin was a creamy white, showing just a touch of tan, and none at all where it counted, in his sweet little groin and pale, round rear end, two tremulous globes of delight. He had a snub nose I could dream on, and long hair hanging over his eyes. He sure as hell wasn't military, and he sure as hell wasn't Iraqi or press, unless he was a stringer for Boy's Life. His smile, sensuous and dreamy, showed even white teeth. He was clad only in a pair of tighty whities, apparently his younger brother's, because they were way too small for him, and did nothing to conceal his cute dick, which left a thick outline straight up the cotton fabric, up to the point where his fat, red cock head peeked over the stretch band. Thin white bands of untanned skin marked his waist and inner thighs. Apparently he wore something bigger than a speedo in the sun... He saw me looking at his cock, and blushed prettily. Shyly, he said, "Mom's promised to buy me some new ones for my birthday, but she said until then we'll just have to get along as best we can." "Holy fuck, who ARE you?" I began. "And what the hell are you doing in a military compound? You're a fucking civil-" "Shh," he whispered, as he crawled into my cot, under my thin sheet, and pressed against my near-naked body. "I don't think the others will hear us, but best not to take that chance." He immediately wrapped his thin arms around me, and brought his face to mine, preparing to kiss me. The warm, fruity perfume of his breath, a peach breeze, washed over me, and suddenly I knew. "You're the guy in my bed a couple of days ago," I said, wonderingly. "But I thought you were just a dream!" "Heh, and you're the man of MY dreams," he said, without an ounce of apparent irony. "My name's Timmy," he said shyly. "Ever since that special on Fox News, I haven't thought, or dreamed of anything but you, Sergeant Roberts." I couldn't help but notice how good the boy's hair smelled, like fresh mowed grass, like, I dunno, like home. My eyesight got a little blurry at this reminder of home, so far away, and I buried my nose in his long, blond hair, fetchingly hanging over his eyes, so he had to slightly shake his head whenever he looked up at me. Too, I noticed his cornflower blue eyes, and his long eyelashes. I found myself nearly drowning in those eyes. I shook myself, and said, "Fox?" There had been a correspondent and cameraman from Fox embedded with our squad in Mosul a few weeks before, but I hadn't paid them much mind other than to joke with them a time or two. "They showed you guys fixing stuff in Iraq," the blond said in his soft voice. "You were so handsome, and nice, but especially so kind hearted to the civilians that you met, well, I just fell in love with you, and tried to dream about meeting you, and, holding you and kissing..." With that he buried his face in my chest, and I could feel hot tears there. "Hey, what's wrong?" I asked, my hands moving from the thin mattress to gently stroke his smooth, lightly tanned back and run my fingers through his flaxen hair. I could feel my dick growing harder. "The other guys at school say I'm gay," he choked out. "Well. What would they know about what's in your heart?" I asked, my voice growing a little louder as I noticed I was no longer surrounded by my mates. I had no idea where I was, though. Probably just dreaming again. "You don't understand," he said. "I AM gay!! I wanted you to know. I hoped...." "Umm, okay," I said. "And I'm glad, believe me. Look, as far as I can see, one of us is dreaming. Haven't you ever wanted to do what you really wanted to do, in a dream?" "God, yes," he said. He looked at me with dawning awareness. "Would you do, you know, gay stuff with me?" His earnestness tickled me. His leaking and hard young cock tickled me even more. I slipped my hand under the overstretched elastic of his underpants, and gently grasped the thick cylinder of his cock. He rapidly sucked in his breath. "Wow," he sighed. "That feels really good." His hips were already humping up and down, with him unaware, causing his cock to fuck my fist. "Ooh." He leaned forward, and for the first time our lips met in a full kiss, his warm, soft lips pressing against mine, his breath entering and filling my mouth. I found that exciting, as well, of course, as the feel of his hot, young cock in my hand. "Mm," he murmured, stretching himself catlike, alongside my body. My free hand went to the back of his head, feeling his thick, long hair, running my fingers through his teenaged locks, then slipping down over his bare back, feeling the heat of his firm, youthful body, his young muscles flexing under his smooth, unblemished skin. My hand continued down, to the strap of white elastic crossing his lower back, just above where the curve of his delightful ass cheeks began. "Please, inside," he murmured. "Patience, baby," I whispered back, nuzzling his long, swan-like neck with my nose and lips, and planting kisses on his slightly salty throat. I cupped his perfectly round ass cheeks in my hands, the globes barely filling my grasp. The heat of his ass intoxicated me, and we both moaned simultaneously as I squeezed his delicious ass, the delightful flesh filling my grasp. I was slowly edging down his body, and when my mouth came level with his small, pink nipples, I couldn't resist their allure, first taking one, then the other between my lips, scraping my rough tongue over their softly pebbled surfaces, making him squeal. "Ooh! That hurts so good," he giggled above me, his fingers now running through my short-cropped hair. "You smell so rough, and manly, I love it!" he moaned, and I remembered that I hadn't showered. I had the stink of work, sweat and lusty need on me. I continued my delightful journey southward on his body, my hands now slipping inside his underpants, to cup his wondrously beautiful ass directly. "Oh, yes!" he said simply, as I began slipping the small scrap of cotton fabric down his slim hips. I paused to tongue his sweet little belly button, the taste of salt strong there. He giggled again. "That tickles," he said. "But it feels REALLY nice!" The lowering shorts revealed a thin bush of nearly invisible curly blond hair, glistening softly in the little bit of light available to us. My lips softly brushed over his fluffy pubic crown, anxious for what would follow. His fat cock, larger than I might have expected in someone barely near the end of his teen years, was hard and swollen. His cock was cut, the small piss slit already leaking a steady flow of his pre-cum. I licked lightly at the tip, tasting his sweet, creamy fluid. "Oh please, suck my dick," he begged. "I've wanted to feel a man taking me in there for so long," he begged sweetly, his hips rocking under me. I ignored his entreaties, and hooked my fingers under his pink ball sack, wrinkled and full, smelling slightly of boy sweat, and only lightly dusted with soft, nearly invisible hairs. I gently squeezed each ball in turn, as though one could press out a boy's liquid passion to drink it, and he twisted from side to side in pleasure. He responded to my intimate touches by drawing his legs up, bending them at the knees. This caused his stiff cock to stand more nearly vertical, like a miniature, tasty flagpole, with his small balls at rest at the base. The pathway to his little pink rosebud of an anus was clear now, and his youthful, masculine scent infused itself in my nostrils - that musky, sweet, salty tang that makes my mouth water with lust and desire. I sucked his balls into my mouth, the sack easily fitting in, my tongue playing with his sweet little orbs, and juggled and licked teasingly those two marvelous makers of his salty little wriggling sperm. He brought his knees even closer to him then, against his smooth chest, and I was easily able to see fully his small, puckered pink hole, as he offered himself to me. I slid my hand under his genitals, to cup and spread wider his little bottom, simultaneous with my mouth descending hotly onto his already jerking cock, as it slipped between my wet lips into the back of my throat. I slipped my index finger into the wet notch of his anus, the opening tight and grasping on my digit. The heat there was furnace-like. "OH GOD!!" he screeched, his cock jerking more wildly now as spurts of his seed filled my mouth, his fingers painfully scratching through my short cut hair and his finger nails dragging over my shoulders. He tried several times to implant his cock deep down my throat, his hips slamming up into my face, until finally he calmed down and lay supine under me. "God, that was the GREATEST thing that's ever happened to me!" he exclaimed. I was pleased that I could make my dream boy experience the greatest cum of his life, but I wanted to get my rocks off, too. I moved up until our faces were next to each other, and leaned down and kissed him, giving him a little taste of his cum, which tasted every bit as fresh and hot as I remembered other guy's cum to be (I told you we didn't get many fuck chances over there!) His tongue eagerly swirled into my mouth and we kissed passionately, two men dancing the samba of love, as we stroked and caressed each other. His breath ran hot across my face as we squirmed together, then finally he broke our kiss and said, "I want to please you, too!" I smiled at him. "I'd like that too," I said. "Have you ever been with a man?" "You mean...let a man fuck me?" He paused. "No. But I know I'd love it, especially with you. Please?" How could I resist? "Okay, we'll give it a try," I said. "I'll try not to hurt you, but it can hurt, at first. Turn over onto your stomach." It was when he flopped onto his stomach, his ass pushed upwards towards my face, that I saw perhaps the most beautiful sight that any man can see. Two perfectly round, unblemished and perfect orbs, gleaming whitely as a boy prepares himself to be fucked for the first time. I wanted it to be perfect for him, and for me. I slowly and gently parted those lovely ass cheeks as he sighed, then, spotting the beautiful, pink puckered opening directly at the center of that valley, I leaned down to take it in with all my senses. The sweet little ridges radiating outward from the dark center intoxicated me, filling my view, and I idly wondered why no artist had ever painted a portrait of a boy's perfect ass hole, considering the pleasure it could bring to a man. The soft scent of his excited musk drifted up to my nose from his anal center, a sweet, fresh young man offering himself to his older lover, his perfume there natural and stimulating, earthy and masculine. I lightly ran my fingertips over every part of him there, marveling at the silky smoothness of the skin of his perfect ass, contrasting with the rubbery roughness of his puckered anal ring, both pleasing in their way, and both making what is the charm of a boy's sexual offering to a man. Finally, I dipped my tongue into the furrow of his ass, the compromise land between his cheeks and his bottomless hole, inescapably moving closer to my goal, his dark sexual center. As my tongue crossed over and around the rubbery anal ring, he groaned with pleasure, his hand now between his naked thighs, holding and stroking his again rampant young dick. I chuckled at his young man's energy. I returned my attentions to his anus now, as I was very anxious to possess that most beautiful of all asses. I licked inside his hole, the taste musky and sweet, as he ground his ass backwards into my face, anxious for more. Deeper than I have ever explored anyone, I tasted that boy, fucking his hole and filling it with all the spit I could gather, to move to the next level. I must have licked his ass for a half hour, almost content with just that sweet, lewd lovemaking. Finally though, I moved back to hold him in my arms, his body pressed back against me, my front to his back, his sweet ass pillows in my crotch, clearly feeling my hard cock, nearly ready to impale him. "I'm ready," he whispered bravely back to me. "Not yet, baby," I responded, my hand insinuating between his beloved ass cheeks, my finger impatiently testing his opening. He knew immediately that I was still preparing him, and little further guidance was needed as, first, one finger, then later, two fingers, and finally three fingers prepared him for the coming pleasure. After my combined fingers had adequately stretched my dream lover's rear hole, I reached down to guide my dripping cock to his waiting love hole, only to find his arm hanging back over his hip, waiting impatiently to guide me in himself. I let him take my long cock between two fingers and press it against his opening, then he pushed backward with his plump bottom, until the fat head of my cock slipped past and through the tight opening. He sighed, and kept pushing backwards, wanting more. I pushed too, forward, both of us lying on our sides, my cock sinking deeper inside his tight, hot opening, until at long last I felt my groin press against his soft ass cheeks, compressing them as much as I could. He looked back at me as best as he could. "It feels so....right. Having you inside me. Fuck me hard, cum inside me, make me all yours," he said, as I began fucking that wondrous, delicious boy ass with a savagery and tenderness I never knew I possessed. We fucked for what seemed like hours, his hands caressing me over his shoulder, my hands stroking and teasing his small pink nipples. We kissed and nuzzled as we made love, and I fell in love, sincerely, with that boy/man as I lay deep inside him, even as he had fallen in love with me from afar. Too soon, but seemingly hours later, I could no longer hold off completion of my passion. As the urgency overcame me, I whispered, "I'm cumming darling, cumming inside you, filling your sweet little ass hole with all my cum, I want you so much...." and I heard him grunt with passion, spurts of cum shooting from his untouched cock just as my own spurts were filling his bottom. We touched each other again and again, and small shivers of secondary orgasms ran through each of us, as we slowly wound down from our monumental peaks of ecstasy. Eventually we both dozed off, though reluctantly, neither of us wanting to leave the other, even for an instant. Dimly, it occurred to me that I didn't even know Timmy's last name. The next thing I became aware of, I was waking up in a hospital bed in what I was told was the 67th Combat Support Hospital, in Wuerzburg, Germany... ============================= If you liked this story, drop me a line at JeffSpencer69@yahoo.com. Thanks!