Date: Fri, 11 Jun 1999 17:43:08 EDT From: DAG1064@aol.com Subject: Story Dreamtime by David (DAG1064@aol.com) Dreamtime. A place a person can go to when they sleep to experience desires and private fantasies come true. A place where people can dream up grand adventures, to be the big star in these dreams. A place where anything is possible. My own dreams is stuff made of science fiction, ships and outer space and discovering new worlds. I also dream of being very rich, going places in my private jet or ship, meeting different people around the world, especially boys. I would take these boys to my huge castle, treat them like royalty, make great love to them, and send them home in style. Tyler dreams of finding pirate treasure, sailing ships of old, being a race car driver, and other things that only boys can dream of. Sometimes I have no control over my dreams, they start things and end them. Most of the time it's based on what's going on in my waking hours. I often wonder why. One of these day I'll find out. Tonight, as I slip into dreamtime, I am aware of Tyler's nude body lying next to me. My dreams are filled with him. I find myself on the deck of a sailing ship, wearing the sailor's garb. I hear a voice, and I turn to see my beloved at the wheel of the ship. He sees me and waves. I smile at his boyish enthusiasm. I walk across the deck and up the steps. The view from this deck is fantastic. I see miles of blue sky and blue-green water, with dolphins swimming close to us. Tyler leans against me as he steers the tall ship, and I wonder how we got here, where we are going. Tyler promises to answer all in due time. I nod, and turn my attention back to the sights. The sky is clear, the day is warm, the cool breeze feels good on my skin and the air smells fresh and salty. I see other boys on the deck, and I recognize them as lovers from my past. I look at Tyler, and all he does is smile. I sigh, telling myself to be patient. I look again at the sights, and am startled to see a lush, green island appear out of nowhere. The boys quickly scramble through the sails and bring them down in neat order. The anchor is dropped once we are in the little harbor. It's a good spot to park a ship, I think to myself. I watch as a longboat is dropped over the side. I walk with Tyler to the side, and he slides down a rope to the little boat bobbing in the water next to the big ship. I do the same, feeling exhilaration at the quick ride down the rope to the boat. Usually I'm afraid of heights, but this time, I'm not. I sit in the boat with Tyler next to me. The rest of the boys with the exception of three, climb into the boat and one other. We row to the shore. Once on the shore, all the boys whoop and holler with joy at being on land again. They run off in all directions. Tyler and I are left alone. Tyler takes my hand and leads me through the jungle on the island to what appears to be a tiny house. It seems familiar to me, and I say so. Tyler tells me that we have been here quite a few times before. He tells me this island is our to live on. I smile, and let Tyler lead me into the house. It's nice inside, a simple table off to one side, a hammock covering the other side with netting hanging over it, shelves on one wall with things on it. I turn to face Tyler. His sailor's clothes are gone. I see that he is wearing a simple loin cloth around him much like the Fiji Islanders do. I smile again. He steps up to me and kisses, tells me that I'm the Captain of his heart. I take the boy into my arms and embrace him. I love him so much. I never want to leave him alone. We get into the hammock, and he snuggles up to me. We sleep for a bit, then wake up as a sound is heard. One of the boys has blown a conch shell, summoning us to the beach. Tyler and I walk hand in hand down to the beach, him in his loin cloth and me in my sailor's clothes. We get to the beach, and see that a feast has been laid out. The food is nearly ready. Tyler asks the boys to prepare me for the feast. Hands reach out for me and I allow myself to be led away. Tyler smiles at me as I walk away. I wonder what is in store for me. I am taken to a pond of crystal clear water. I expect it to be cold, but it is not. I step in after the boys strip me of my clothes. The water feels warm to my toes, so I get all the way in. They let me soak for a bit, then call me out. I stand in all my glory before them, not ashamed, for I had shared myself with them before. They wash me from head to foot, then rinse me off with buckets of water from the pond. Hands once again reach out to me, start to rub scented oils into my skin until it shines. They tie a simple loin cloth around my waist much in the manner like Tyler's. Now they lead me back by the light of torches, the sun having set some time ago. He looks up as we walk up, smiling. He takes my hand and sits me down in the honored guest spot. He joins me, and the feast begins. There is so much exotic food, I don't recall the names to them all. The boys serve us, entertain us, and watch over us. I wonder if this is really happening. It doesn't really matter to me. I'm in a beautiful place with one I love. Life is good. I look at Tyler. He looks beautiful to me. He is tanned, the gold chains around his neck standing out. His smile lights up my heart, his fingers feeding me the food taste sweet. Then before I realize it, the feast is over. The food is gone. Tyler stands and takes my hand. He leads me back to the little house. The only thing in there now is a big four post bed. I touch the sheets, and discover the material to be silk. Tyler faces me, and opens my loin cloth and takes it off me. I remove his, and we are naked before each other. I carry him to the bed, and slide in beside him. He snuggles down into my arms. We kiss, and it turns on our passion and desire for each other. He straddles my hips, facing me. We kiss again, our tongues exploring each other's mouths. I touch, feel, and caress his body while kissing his neck and chest. His head goes back, his eyes close, and he moans softly. It turns me on more. I continue to pleasure his body, this boy giving himself to me so willingly. I lay him on the bed and nuzzle his boy's cock with my lips. I let the head in, my lips kissing it. I take the four inch cock into my mouth slowly, savoring the sweet taste of young boy cock. I hear him moan, feel him thrash beneath me. Moments later, he gives up his life force to me, the liquid essence in my mouth. It is the sweetest taste I have ever know. I never want to stop pleasing him. I gently turn him over on his stomach, and enter him from the back. His body is hot, burning with the heat of passion. I push my cock deep into him time and time again until I come into the boy. I sigh, feeling good at having gotten my release. I pull him onto his side as I roll off him. We sleep, bound together, joined cock to ass. The morning sun wakes me. Tyler is not there in the bed with me. I get up and start to look for him. I find him on the beach, running through the surf with the other boys, laughing. Their laughter is music to my ears. They see me there and come running up to me. Tyler approaches me, I lift him in my arms and kiss him, much to the delight of the other boys. They lead me back to the pond and wash me. They dress me in shorts of soft silk. I sit in the sand and watch Tyler get the ship ready to sail, loading food and other things on board. He comes for me, and I rise. He leads me down to the boat, and we go back to the ship. Once on board, he gives the order and the ship's sail unfurl and we leave the harbor. Standing on the upper deck, he places a gold ring on my finger and a gold chain around my neck and proclaims that I now belong to him, the Captain's Lover. The crew applauds, and I feel joy. I sit on a couch on the main deck and watch the boy I love move around and make sure all is well. Now he comes to me, and I hold him in my arms. He kisses me, and I return it. I lay him across my lap face down, and massage his neck and back thoroughly. He thanks me for it, and lays me on my back. He opens my shorts and draws them down my legs. My adult six inches comes up hard, having been released. Tyler leans over and gently licks my cock, and I gasp. His tongue feels good on it. Tyler slowly swallows my cock, deep throating me. He is so good at this. I close my eyes and enjoy the pleasure. I hear the sounds of pleasure coming from all around me. I raise my head and look. All the boys have paired off and now are giving their partners pleasure. The words pleasure cruise cross my mind. Tyler and the boys laugh. I react in surprise, but then somewhere in my mind a voice tells me that anything in dreamtime is possible. I laugh too, and relax. Tyler keeps pleasuring my cock until I cum, the white adult sperm shooting out of my cock and onto his tongue and into his mouth. I rest, exhausted from effort. Tyler kisses my torso, teasing my nipples with lips and tongue. This boy knows how to please, both in reality and in dreamtime. He smiles at me as he lifts my legs onto his shoulders. He guides his hard four inches into me, starts fucking me. His cock feels so good inside of me. He closes his eyes and moans as he fucks me, calling my name every now and then. Suddenly he thrusts into me two, three times, then shivers through his release. I whisper into his ear that I love him. I hold him long after he has withdrawn from me. We rest together, listening to the wind in the sails and the ship rock rhythmically. I pick him up in my arms and carry him to the Captain's Cabin. I lay him down on the ornately carved table, and I take him there. I fuck him to the rhythm of the rocking ship, our cries of pleasure in unison. I gently wipe his body clean of sweat and cum, then rub cologne onto him and dress him in the finest silk shirt, and pants with a scarf for a belt. He smiles as I place a hat on his head at an angle. I dress myself and follow him out on deck. The ship's company cheers us as we make our appearance, and there is no doubt that he is much loved here. I wonder how many other dreams he has of us. Tyler turns to me and says that in time, I'll see and experience them all. I can't wait. Tuesday morning. The alarm goes off, chasing the dream away from me. Regretfully I leave dreamtime behind as I enter reality. I see the sleeping boy next to me as I turn off the alarm. I sit there in bed, touching and caressing his naked body, running my fingers through his hair. Whatever would I do without this boy? I don't know. Life would be just a dull existence. I walk to the kitchen and start the coffee. I hear the shower start, and know he's up. I walk back to the bedroom and look into the bathroom. He's got the shaving gear out on the sink. He washes my face, then applies the shave cream. Tyler shaves my face carefully like I have taught him to. He has started to do this for me, and I like it. We step into the shower together, and gently cleanse each other. Tyler tells me he woke up sticky, like he had a wet dream. I had discovered the same. Coincidence? I do not know. It doesn't matter. I start to pleasure him in the shower, teasing and licking his nipples. Tyler pushes me away gently, then turns around. He wants it right now and there, so I take him there and then. He holds onto the safety rail, bent over with my cock up in his ass, squealing with delight. I groan with delight, his ass so tight and hot. I cum, my sperm coating his rectal walls. We sigh in relief, and I notice he had a spontaneous ejaculation, the result of my cock rubbing his prostate. He turns to me and we kiss. We get out of the shower and dry each other, then dress. Me for work, him for school. We kiss again in the garage, knowing that will have to hold us until next time. At the school yard, he turns to say good by, an expression of sadness on his face. It breaks my heart. I remember my appointment to see the new house. I can't wait to get there. END Author's note: This story accompanies the following others tied together in a loose series. They are: "Morningtime"' "Noon"' and "Eveningtime". I suggest you read the first three before reading this one. Hope you enjoy them all.