Date: Mon, 24 Nov 2008 11:42:59 -0800 (PST) From: Jeff Spencer Subject: Writer's Block, Chapter 4 (M/b, oral, anal) Writer's Block, Part 4 (M/b, oral, anal) This story involves descriptions of sexual encounters involving a man and boys. Be warned, and do not read if reading this type of story is illegal for you. It IS fiction. If you like this story, and want more, drop me a line at JeffSpencer69@yahoo.com. The story is Copyright Jeff Spencer, 2008. You can download it for personal use, but may not repost it on any commercial site without permission of the author. Please contribute some money to Nifty if you enjoy this and other works posted there. You can also find the following VERY HOT stories by `Jeff Spencer' listed under `Prolific Internet Authors' at Nifty: * All Cats are Grey * Blue Eyed Accident * Boy Beach * Chris and Terry's Neighborly Adventure * Clash of Cultures * Dream * Jeff Comes Out * Jiffee Lube * Justin's Story * Lick It or Ticket * Locker Room Lovers * Loving Ryan and Chris * Me and Bobby McKee * Meeting Timmy * Pleasure Island * Queer Factor * Tony and Me * Weekend at B.A.'s * Writer's Block * You and I at the Arcade * Your Dream * Pool Boy * Soccer Summer =========================== "So, Dan, I'm pleased to say that you have responded positively to our therapy. It is my judgement, and I believe will be the thoughts of the Parole Board, that you are no longer a danger to society." Boniface look pleased, and all I could do was shrug. I was still lost in thoughts of the wondrous world he had created for me, of numerous young boys aching for a man's ardent embrace, their slim bodies ripe and ready for love, body heat and fluids sizzling and delicious......all a dream. The man was devilish, of course. In creating Paradise, then Paradise lost to me, I felt as though I had descended into the rings of Hell. Still, I am a practical man. I assessed my position. With any luck, I would be free soon, apparently no longer effectively interested in making love with boys, though in an intellectual sense I could imagine nothing more beautiful. But if my body would not respond, that would be a futile pursuit - would I want to write of the beauty of man and boy love, if I could no longer derive pleasure from it? Only time would tell, and I could at least return to commercial copy writing, my "real" profession before I had been caught and incarcerated. The Administration would see that I got a job, of course, as it looked after all its citizens. Loss of liberty in return for security - it was an old, old story, and a sad one. After the course of a week, the wheels of bureaucracy assured that I would indeed be freed. I was processed - we are all, under the Administration, "processed" in one way or another, and given my small amount of things, and a ticket for the bus that invariably serves as transportation between the prison - I mean, "treatment center", and the city. I didn't have to wait long, fortunately, as it was beginning to chill in the late afternoon. I boarded the bus, and made my way down the aisle. The bus smelled of cabbage and old hamburger meat. I sighed for the auspicious start of my freedom. About halfway back into the bus I noticed movement to my left. It was a boy patting the empty seat next to him. He looked up at me, smiling, and to my shock, I saw the beautiful blue eyes of Gilly, short for Virgil, my science-induced twelve year old dream lover. "This is for you," the boy piped up, grinning. As in a daze, I sat down next to him. "Do I know you..." I began, not sure of what was happening, and not sure how to broach an experience which was not supposed to be real, but felt real. This was the boy who had opened every part of himself to our lovemaking - a boy I had thought to be real, then I was told was only an Administration-induced fantasy.....now, here he was, real once again! "I sincerely hope so," the boy said. "It's me, Gilly," he added. "You DO remember me, right?" "Um, yes, yes. Oh, yes. I remember you." Have you ever thought what you would say if you ever re-met that lost, perfect love? The deathless prose, the metered rhythm of your words that would secure that love to you, forever and never to be lost again? Let me assure you, it's easier in conception than in practice. I gave it my best shot. "But, how?" I said. Well, it was the best I could do under the circumstances. Gilly grinned, his even white teeth just slightly crooked, so adorable to my hungry eyes. "It's a pretty long story," he said. "But short form, we have somebody inside the prison." "Treatment center," I said. "Uh huh," he said, with a look of disgust on his face. "And the person inside does what, exactly?" I asked. "I can't tell you who he is, or what his job is, but I CAN tell you that he administered a short- acting libido-depressant that caused you to react the way that monster Boniface wanted. Your lack of physical interest should already be wearing off....at least, I HOPE it is." He ran his fingers over the crotch of my jeans, and I felt a slight tingle there. "Anything?" he asked, his eyes searching mine. "A little," I said. "That felt good." Gilly looked relieved. I looked at his blue jean-clad crotch. It was....interesting. "Good, he had to make sure you had enough to respond - or rather, not respond - the way you were supposed to, to Boniface's testing. We just didn't know how long it would take to wear off, or if it might never wear off." "But how do you know me in the first place? How do I know you? You existed in my dreams, yes, but that explains exactly nothing..." My voice trailed off. I didn't even know what questions to ask to get answers I didn't know existed. Gilly sighed. "What I think you remember from the dreams is essentially true. We have a house, back in the woods, about thirty of us, boys whose parents were jailed, really jailed, by the Administration, or even executed. Yes, we're all gay, not such a surprise, considering that it crops up whenever and wherever males get together. And a curious thing happened to us a short time before you were jailed. I mean, relegated for `treatment'." "We each, and all, began to have dreams that featured you in one way or another. Before your arrest, I mean `diagnosis', we'd see you in your apartment, the one with the pink refrigerator...." I gave a start. I DID have a pink refrigerator, the leftover of a previous tenant with artistic aspirations. "...and in various activities, nothing special - but only in our dreams. When you were arrested and thrown in, um, the treatment center, it became universal in the house. All of us were dreaming of you. And it seemed like you were dreaming of US. So much so, that I have memories of all this happening before, you and I meeting on this bus, and your coming to live with us. Do you recall that from your dreams? "Yes," I said, my eyes drawn to Gilly's lips. I wanted to kiss him, to feel his warm, soft lips on mine again, the wet taste of his tongue, his supple body against mine, his hard cock pressing into mine.....yes, the libido depressant was definitely wearing off! Gilly must have thought the same thing, as he giggled when he looked at my crotch, my dick tenting my jeans. "I can't wait to taste that," he whispered in my ear, the tip of his pink tongue quickly licking inside my ear. "In my dream..." I began. "...you jacked me off," he finished. "But not here, it's not safe. Dreams are one thing, real life something else." He paused, his eyes searching mine. "You ARE going to come with, aren't you?" His voice quavered, and I realized that he was as in love with me, as I was with him. "Yes," I whispered. He smiled, relieved. "Good," he said simply. We sat together for the rest of the trip until, at some point Gilly said, "C'mon, bring your bag." Without looking back, he rose and walked to the front of the bus, rocking from side to side, past the disinterested or sleeping passengers. He leaned in to the driver and whispered something. The older man nodded, then turned on his right turn signal, slowed, and pulled off to the side of the road, seemingly in the middle of nowhere. Gilly and I disembarked, stepping onto the frost-crunchy short-cropped grass. "Old Ed's the regular driver. He knows most of us," Gilly explained. "C'mon," he said, taking my hand. We began walking briskly on a faint track that looked familiar, the same as I recalled from my dreams. We walked for some time, until rounding a grove of trees, I saw the house, again, as I had seen it in my dreams. An old house has never looked so good. "Gilly!" I said, gripping his hand tighter. "What?" he yelped, looking around, wary. "The house - it's the same as in my dreams," I said, marveling. "Yeah, I guess it wasn't just us who could see things in dreams. It was you, too." "What does it mean?" I said, not expecting an answer. Gilly didn't have one for me. "I don't know. I'm just going with it," he said, shrugging. There was a warm golden glow in the windows. When we entered, my eyes took a few seconds to adjust to the dim light. I saw dozens of boys, ranging in age from around 10 to maybe 18 or so. They broke into applause as we walked through the doorway, the old-fashioned wooden screen door hitting me in the ass on the way in. I heard shouts of "Dan!" from many of the boys, and as I scanned their faces, it was like seeing old friends again. They were all familiar, and even paired up as they'd been in my dreams. I stood there in silence for a few seconds, and then spoke up, my voice unexpectedly catching. "I don't know whether to say, `Hello, my name is Dan Teal', or to say, `Good to see you again!'" The boys cheered at this, and moved towards me, when one of them, Justin as I recalled, spoke up. "Remember what we decided," he said, and the boys stopped, then moved back to clear a path for Gilly and I, to what I remembered to be one of the smaller bedrooms. Gilly blushed, then taking my hand again, led me to the bedroom doorway, like a bride pulling a particularly dim- witted groom to their marriage bed. We entered, finding 4 beds crammed into the room. It looked as though some effort had been made to straighten up the room, and I told myself to compliment the appropriate boys on their cleaning effort. There were two home made candles on top of the one dresser the room held, both lit and providing the only light. Gilly shyly closed the door on the other boys, and turned to me in the silent room. "Welcome home, Dan," he whispered. He walked toward me, and embraced me, his body warm and firm against mine. He looked up to me, his lips pink soft and ripe, and I kissed him, gently at first, then harder and more passionately as the reality of the situation finally hit me. One never realizes while inside a dream, that the perceived reality is not real, only a dream, but there is a certainty in real life when comparing dream to real life. I felt that certainty, and was hit with a surge of emotion I'd rarely ever encountered. My body shook as I hugged Gilly to me, his smell, and taste, and warmth, and the small sounds of need he made, all very, very real to me. This time, was no dream, no matter how talented the dream-maker. I felt Gilly's hands leave my back, where he'd been stroking and caressing me, and go to my belt buckle, quickly loosening it, pulling it out of its loop. Then to the snap, expertly unbuttoning me there, and the zipper quickly down and separated, my jeans sagging. I began to speak, but Gilly put two fingers on my lips. "Shh," he whispered, then returned to his pleasant task. He knelt before me, untying my shoes, gently removing them, followed by my socks, as I balanced comically, first on my right foot, then my left. He pulled my jeans completely down, leaving me in my wrinkled boxers. He pushed the jeans over, away from our little island of love, then turned his attention to my shorts. He giggled at my skinny legs sticking out of the over-sized boxers, prison issue, then slid his right hand up inside the leghole of my left leg, his fingernails lightly scraping over the front of my thigh. He giggled again when the tent my dick was creating was fully set up, my dick rising rapidly. His fingers were warm on my cock as he grasped it between thumb and fingers. I groaned with pleasure. He then reached inside the other leghole with his other hand, grasping me lower down on my pole, and began stroking me with just his fingertips. I moaned, "Gilly, I'm going to cum if you keep that up." He looked startled. "Not yet," he said. He removed his fingers from my meat flute, then slipped my boxers down off my hips to the floor, leaving me naked now from waist on down. Sitting up on his heels, Gilly put his fingers back, lightly, on my cock, then kissed the tip, slipping his warm, wet lips over me, causing my hips to push forward, fucking his mouth. I guess there was some sort of rebound from the libido medication I'd been given, because I felt an overwhelming surge of passion fire through my being, jetting what seemed like a quart of cum into Gilly, his mouth struggling to accept and receive such a quantity of man cream, that it ran over his lips and down his chin. I wanted to immediately return the favor for Gilly, and taste for real his own boy juice, but an overwhelming lassitude overcame me. I barely remember collapsing on one of the beds. I awoke later, at first befuddled as to where I was, then the events of the day came back to me. To my great relief, Gilly was lying next to me, sound asleep. It was dark all around, the candles having been extinguished or burned out. The only sounds were the soft stirrings and sighs coming from Gilly, inches away. I felt embarrassed that I'd passed out without bringing him pleasure. As I lay there, I became more and more aware of things sensual. In the rush of life, in our hurry to reach the grave, we ignore too much of that around us. Gilly's murmurings were soft and placid, as though he were talking to a lover. His heartbeat, and his breathing were nearly perceptible. I put my hand on his bare chest, and the feel of his heart thump-thumping in his chest was real to me, as was the rise and fall of his chest, and the soft wave of warm, moist air as he exhaled. His breath was sweet, and smelled of grass, and nature and small flowers. His skin under my fingers, was smooth and silky, his chest yet hairless. I stroked my fingertips over his wondrous flesh, then reaching his nipple, rough but warm, small but growing as the tougher skin there hardened under my touch. Gilly stirred and whispered softly, unintelligible but lovingly. My eyes gathered in a faint light through the window, more tease than seeing, but I could see that he was naked next to me, and that my clothes were completely gone, too. I brought my face to his, not wanting to wake him, but wanting to be close. I smelled man cum, and remembered that some of my jizz had dripped down his chin from his mouth and lips. I kissed him on his chin, tasting my own cum, dried now, then kissed his sweet lips, his warm, moist breath filling my mouth. He stirred, but didn't awaken. I slid down beside his slim, boyish body, his hip flaring out before me, and saw his small penis, soft and nestled in the flesh of his ball sack. How beautiful a sleeping boy's cock is! How full of potential! I kissed him there, on the soft tip of his penis, the velvet glove momentarily lacking the iron rod inside. Gilly sussurated, his voice like a spring breeze rustling through newly sprouted leaves, making me think of the barrenness of winter replaced by the hope of spring. My life, so barren, warmed and filled by Gilly. Gilly squirmed, still asleep, and rolled onto his stomach. I shrugged mentally - I would worship whatever part of this boy I could. I moved up to his head again, my body spooning with his. His pert ass snuggled into my groin, my erection harder from the soft heat of him, if possible. I brought my face to the nape of his neck, where his long hair scattered heedlessly almost to his shoulders. Parting his hair, I smelled the faintly salty sweat smell of him there, and the smell of his day's adventures caught in his sweet hair. Diesel smell I thought might be the bus, wood smoke smell I thought from the boys' fireplace, a smell inexplicably like hot dogs, at which I smiled. I softly kissed his neck there, feeling underneath his light undercoat of hair, the firmness of his vertebra underlying his muscle, sinew and flesh. Salty taste on my lips. I moved down to his back, smooth and hairless, not over-muscled but taut with the strength of a young woodsman. I remembered that the boys did all the work in and around the house. I smelled a stronger sweat smell there, pleasant and masculine, but still boyish, and kissed him along his spine, feeling great heat along his back as his body radiated his metabolic excess. He squirmed once again, my touch tickling him. His back became a hollow, as his buttocks rose up, two perfect, round mounds, even now pale in the slight moonlight. My breath caught as I looked at his ass. I think both man and boy are most attractive in that area, perfect orbs of delight to share with another male, soft heat and pleasure. There was no way I could avoid showering his perfect, pink ass with my kisses and touch. Might as well lock me up forever if I couldn't love and worship such perfection. My fingers roved over his smooth round globes, faint, light, invisible wisps of hair on them, detectable to a sensitive touch. Rounding the top of the rise of a buttock, I felt the heat and damp of his nether crevice, the adorable separation between those perfect globes. As they jiggle slightly, my fingers pushed insistently into that tightening cleft, the heat increasing, the pressure from his ass cheeks more insistent on my fingers, coyly slowing their progress. Finally, though, before my fingers could reach the dark rosebud hidden there, I heard Gilly sleepily whisper, "Would you kiss me there?" Pleased that I had so stealthily awoken him, since I could pretend it was accidental, I replied, "I'm going to make love to you now, sweet Gilly." He sighed, a sound of assent and encouragement. I gently separated those hot ass cheeks, loving the deeper smells of sweat and boy ass there, and did my best to rim him to as much pleasure as I could. I licked along the interior of his ass crevice, tasting his saltiness, then, reaching the rough ring of his anus, circled it with the tip of my tongue, then the rough flat of my tongue, then plunging my stiffened tongue into the boiling cauldron of his wet, slick interior. Gilly pushed his ass upwards, and rotated it slightly, the sensations of a man's tongue wriggling inside his anus bringing him pleasure. His body was writhing under me, as his sleepiness slowly faded, to be replaced by excitement. "Oh fuck, I've been wanting you for so long," he moaned. I reached around to between his warm thighs, to grasp his hard rod, hot and throbbing with need, then lower, to his two small balls in his hairless boy sack, rolling them in my fingers, and gently squeezing them. I slowly mounted him, my cock hard in his crevice. He wriggled his ass against me, trying desperately to get my dick inside his hole. That wasn't going to happen until I gave it an assist, of course, given how small and tight Gilly's anus would prove to be. He groaned in frustration. "Put it in, put it in," he muttered. "Fuck me, Dan, fuck me hard. Fuck your hot little boy!" I ignored his entreaties, and stroked his hot shaft, the silky tube so nice to touch. At the end of each stroke, I ran my index finger over his piss slit, wetting it with his pre- cum, then coating his dick with the liquid. I kissed his neck again, loving the rough smells of a boy, then kissed him there, and even nipped him a little in my passion. He reared up, trying to twist his face to mine to kiss me. I held his chest with my right hand, and his left, upper thigh with my left, supporting all his weight in my grip so that he could meet me with his hot mouth. Our lips mashed together, shared breathing, tongues dancing together as we kissed in a frenzy, trying to become one. I felt a hot spurt on my own thigh, and looking down, saw that Gilly had cum, his creamy, white boy cum had arced across my leg, from our simply kissing. I growled in excitement, ran my hand across the stream of boy cum, gathering it to use as a lubricant. I stroked my slimy hand down my hot shaft, as Gilly threw his arms around my neck, facing me now, trying desperately to hang on. I picked him up like an old time wrestler, then slammed him down on his back, as he giggled breathlessly, and his legs flew up from the bed. I took them and continued bending them backwards, as he adjusted his position for comfort under me. His eyes were sleepy again, but anticipating further pleasure. Hooking his legs up my chest, his feet above my shoulder, I took my cock in hand, positioning it at his small opening. Looking deep into his blue eyes, and seeing his love and trust there, I pushed forward, my fat cockhead hesitating at his resisting anus, then forcing through, as he yelped, then sighed. "Ohhhh....fuck me hard, Dan," he cooed, his arms still around my neck, and pulling me into him. I thrust inside his hot tunnel, my cock slipping deeper into him, his silky rectum like a glove, gripping me. His anal sphincter clenched and unclenched as he got more familiar with the feel of me filling him. "Uh! Yeah, fuck me!" he exclaimed, as we both fell into a rhythm familiar to both of us. I pumped into his tight asshole, moving my face closer to his, our lips parting in readiness for our kiss, passionate and hot, my tongue fucking into his boyish mouth nearly as hard as my cock was punishing his sweet boy hole. "Unnnh," I moaned. "Your ass is so hot on my dick, Gilly, I want to fuck you forever!" "Yeah," he sighed, "Fuck me now and forever, and forever, and ever...". He looked into my eyes, and I knew I would never leave him. Never. I could feel my balls tightening, a thick load of sperm anxious to find itself deep in Gilly's sweet rectum. "Fuck!" I said, angry. "I'm gonna cum. I wanted to fuck you for hours, make your ass so sore you couldn't walk or sit." Gilly giggled. "You will, baby, you will! But this first time for real, fill me with your sweet honey, I want to be dripping with your spunk all night and all day!" I began thrusting harder, my cock slamming into his wet, tight hole, him gripping my cock with that silky tunnel, harder and tighter than I ever could imagine. His cock, hard again, squeezed between us, reminding us of his complete maleness. His lips, forming unknown words, but his intent clear in his eyes, opening and closing as passion overwhelmed him, but looking straight into mine, begging to be brought to completion, fulfillment, to become one. It was too much for me to hold off any longer. "Fuck, Gilly, I'm cumming inside you, baby, I'm filling your hot ass with cum, cum with me!" I exhorted him. "Yeah, yeah, I'm cumming too," he yelled, his dick pulsing in time with mine, as I shot jets of cum inside his sweet hole, filling his insides with my love, and he filled our belly sandwich with a thin coating of boy cum, sticky and hot. For long seconds, we bathed in the pleasure of each other's embrace, our share warmth, the skin of sweat coating us from our pleasurable exertions. I kissed Gilly's shoulder as he nuzzled his face into my chest. Our bodies slowly straightened out, as my cock softened and slipped out of his twelve year old pussy. We lay in each other's arms, momentarily sated. Underneath my pleasure, though, something nagged at me, something from my previous dream life in the treatment center. It remained elusive, however. Perhaps it would come to me.... ======================= There's more to cum....if you want it. Let me know, at Jeffspencer69@yahoo.com