Date: Mon, 26 Oct 2015 07:15:25 +0000
From: Alain Mahy <amahy1957@gmail.com>
Subject: The Dream 2

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	I slipped between the sheets, but I couldn't fall asleep just like
that.  I was still thinking about everything that had happened to me in the
last month.  It had been a real rollercoaster, with its ups and downs and
at a vertiginous speed.  I was now a self-confident man and with a health
that would make the envy of the whole world.  I knew what my third wish was
and I suddenly realized that I had found what I would give up in exchange.
It was Jimmy's remark about "till the last day on this planet" that had
struck my mind.  As NOBODY knows when we die, I decided to give up ten
years of my life!  It wouldn't really make a difference, as I didn't know
the day I would leave this world.  So, ten years less was not a problem!  I
fell peacefully asleep.  I was ready if the dream came back and offered to
grant my third wish.


******

      The dream didn't appear for some time.  I went back to work and
settled in my daily routine.  The first time I went down the stairs to the
subway station, I felt a little apprehensive even though I knew the thugs
were behind bars.  The risk the same story would happen to me again was
really close to impossible and indeed, nothing happened at all.  At work I
caught up with the delay my absence had caused but it was just a matter of
days to be up-to-date.  At the end of the month I had a pleasant surprise,
as my boss wanted to thank me for the good work and I received an envelope
with some cash in it.  It would surely help to pay the bills.  Jimmy and I
got closer every day and we were soon inseparable.  The boss saw our
complicity and even assigned us some work together.  Slowly, but surely, we
became a team and our progresses were appreciated and even admired.  It was
not unusual that we got together after work and continued what we were
doing during the day.  We were both really motivated and our boss' idea of
putting us together turned out to be the best idea he ever had.  It was
beneficial for the company, but unknown to our boss, it was also beneficial
for us.

      My Mum had met Jimmy at the hospital and she greatly approved of our
growing friendship.  She knew me better than anyone and even though she had
noticed the changes in me, she knew I was a lonely man most of the time.
Jimmy was a welcomed asset in my life in all kinds of ways.  She often came
over and helped me with daily chores.  She even came by when I was not
there and left cooked meals in the fridge and a little note under a magnet
on the door of the fridge.  At the start, the notes were directed to me,
but soon enough she included Jimmy in those notes.

      I was almost thinking the dream would never appear again, but I
didn't care.  The changes I had experienced were making me more than happy.
Just the part of losing my shyness was a blessing in my life.  I related so
much more and easier with all kinds of people and my circle of friends grew
by the day.  I noticed it even more when my Mum and Jimmy had conspired and
organized a surprise party for my birthday.  It was held at my Mum's place
and the house was full of people.  The contact list in my cellphone was
huge and there wasn't a day that went by without several calls.  I couldn't
be happier after so many years of loneliness.  The only thing was that I
hadn't come out yet.  I decided to change that as well and the first person
I told was, of course, my Mum.  Her reaction was priceless.

      - I know that you are gay Tristan and I have known for so many years.
I was just waiting till you were ready to tell me, but be assured it won't
change a thing.  You are my son and I love you unconditionally.  I don't
care who you are going to bed with as long as you are happy, but I guess
that your lover is Jimmy...

      I was flabbergasted with that comment.  Why on earth would she think
Jimmy was my boyfriend?  Ok, I admit that we were seen together almost all
the time, but was that enough to think we had a sexual relationship?

      - You look surprised, my son.  Why is that?  It is obvious that he is
in love with you and he is the best friend you ever had.  A relationship
with Jimmy would certainly be very fulfilling.  Having a romantic
relationship with someone who is already your best friend is fantastic.
You know each other well and the difference between Friendship and Love is
just so small...  Don't tell me this is all coming as something new to you!
You are intelligent and clever and you sure must have seen how Jimmy looks
at you.  I would say he is the perfect match, although Clark is not bad
either...

      It was a fact that I found Clark a very attractive guy and I had
looked at him with longing eyes more than once.  We were not so close as
Jimmy and I were, but he was certainly boyfriend material.  I would have to
think about it very carefully and be sure to not hurt anybody.  I didn't
know if Clark was gay or not, and I didn't even know it about Jimmy.  Both
of them had sent out signs that my mother had read, but I hadn't!  It would
be very hard to make a choice if I had to.

      And then the dream appeared out of the blue one night: exactly the
same scenario of the unknown town, desert streets and "Jason's Bar".  The
beer still tasted awfully bad but I knew I had to take a gulp to have the
cloudy face appear and I did.

      - Are you ready for your third and last wish? The cloudy face asked.

      - Yes, I am.  My third wish is the richness of money.

	- And what are you prepared to give up this time?

	- I give up the last ten years of my life, I said with real
assurance in my voice.

	- So it will be, the cloudy face said.

	Just as the previous times, I woke up, sitting in my bed.  Nor
sweat, neither fastened heartbeat were present.  I looked at my watch and
just as the other two times, it was too early to get up, but I did anyway.
I showered and went down for coffee.  I had little doubts about that third
wish, although I knew the cloudy face had made the first two come true.
How on earth was the third one become real?  I didn't expect any heritage.
I never bought lottery tickets (maybe I should?).  I didn't do anything
that could make me earn big money.  I was curious about it.  Just to see if
it was going to be true, I actually bought a lottery ticket!  I actually
forgot about it and checked the results only two weeks later.  I had won
about a thousand euros!  It was not the big jackpot, but it was something
that was more than welcome.  That same week, Jimmy and I both received an
envelope from our boss, with a substantial bonus for a well-done job and a
very satisfied customer.  The third wish was slowly coming trough and even
if it were small amounts, the money started to come in at a steady pace.
My beaten-up old Honda was sold because a man looked for that exact model
and needed quite some spare pieces.  He offered me far more than the car
was worth, but for him it was a very good deal, as the new pieces he needed
would have cost him a whole lot more.  I didn't need a car right then.  I
went to work with the public transport and I lived in the center of
downtown, which meant that I had all amenities very close by.  Jimmy told
me I could borrow his if I needed to go out of town.  That was very kind of
him, but I wouldn't abuse of the situation.

	The money on my account grew steadily.  My bank manager called me
in one day and asked if I was interested in investments.  I had never
thought about it, but he had some offers he said that were worth looking in
to.  As I didn't have a clue about investments, I left it to his
professional judgment and the benefits were, once again, quite nice.

	Jimmy, Clark and I were together more and more, depending on
Clark's schedule that was sometimes really erratic.  He suffered from the
changes of day shifts and night shifts.  When he was off work, we were not
always off as well.  Nonetheless, we managed to build our friendship and it
was nice.  We all three discovered quite a lot of common interests and were
soon going out for a good movie or an art exhibition.  I was still thinking
about what my Mum had told me.  She was more than certain that Jimmy was in
love with me and admitted that Clark was really a very good boyfriend
material.  During one of our conversations she said she didn't want to be
in my shoes and having to choose between the two of them.  She actually
loved them very much as well.

      As it was usual for Christmas Eve, my Mum invited me over and this
time she said I could bring Jimmy and Clark as well.  I thought it was a
good idea although I didn't know if they had plans.  When I told them,
Jimmy broke down and sobbed.  I had expected any reaction, but certainly
not this one.  He told us his tears were happy ones, because he didn't look
forward to the festivities.  It was years now that he had to have Christmas
on his own.  He explained it to us.

      - I guess it is as good time as any to tell you this part of my life.
I have been thrown out of my family home when I told my parents that I am
gay.  So, now you know guys.  I am gay.  They threw me out the day before
Christmas and since that year I have spent Christmas Eve alone.  I could
never bring up the courage to decorate my place and seeing all the
decorations in town made me think about that awful day when I was on the
streets from one moment to the other.  You can't imagine the joy it gives
me to have met you two and feeling part of "something" that is close to a
family that I don't have anymore.  Having a Christmas Eve with you two and
your Mum Tristan means a whole lot to me.  For the first time in years I
won't be on my own, pitying myself for my misfortune.  For the first time
in years I will be happy to go shopping for the perfect present.  I even
want to rehearse some Christmas Carols!

      - Wait a minute, said Clark.  You are gay?

      Jimmy and I looked at Clark's stunned face.  His expression was hard
to read.  We couldn't make up if he was just surprised or disgusted or
... who knows what.  We looked at him and waited for him to go on.  He was
staring at his feet, apparently embarrassed.

      - As you said Jimmy, it is as good time as any to confess things.  I
am gay, too.  I wasn't thrown out of the family home, but my parents died
in a car crash some years ago, and it also happened the day before
Christmas!  Just like you I started to hate the festivities and always
asked to be on duty in the hospital as to give more time to married
colleagues or people with family lives.  I just hated the few Christmas
decoration they set up at the hospital and always tried to look beyond
them.  This year I am not on duty on Christmas Eve and I sure want to
accept your invitation Tristan.  Otherwise, that night would have been pure
hell.

      There I was.  I just received a double confirmation of what I
thought.  The signs I had read were correct.  The only thing left was to
admit that I as well am gay.

      - That makes three of us, I said.  It seems that we all three kept
the secret safe, afraid to lose the blossoming friendship we have.  We are
stupid, you know?  We are afraid to be ourselves because of the opinion of
others.  We call ourselves friends and we didn't dare to give away a piece
of information.  What are friends for?  Isn't it to have a possibility of
just being ourselves without the fear of being judged or condemned?  I
would like to make a pact, all three of us: no more hiding, no more secrets
that are important in our lives.  Let's put honesty above everything else.
Let's be frank and sincere, whatever it is that crosses our minds... or our
hearts.

      - Ok, said Jimmy, will your Mum still want us to be at her Christmas
party?  Does she know about you?

      - Oh yes, she does!  And she even knows about you two as well.  She
actually told me and was very sure about what she thought.  She even said
you are both very good boyfriend material!

      They were both stunned, but the surprise soon was over and they
smiled.  We were looking at each other and it was clear that we wanted to
go a little further than just smile.  I knew none of them would initiate
anything, so I leaned over and kissed Clark on the lips.  He responded
quite passionately and I just loved the way he was kissing.  Nonetheless, I
broke the kiss, looked at Jimmy and did the same.  His response was maybe
not so passionate, but I could feel he was putting all of his heart in it.
I broke the kiss again and looked them over, putting my hands in their
necks and pulling them together so that they could kiss as well.  The
passion of Clark and Jimmy's heart went out to each other and it was an
amazing sight.  We finally had a three-way kiss and I could feel we were
sealing a bond that no one or nothing could ever break.

      After those kisses, I thought that maybe we would go further again,
but it didn't happen.  The physical activity was not written in our
immediate future.  It was like we agreed to take it slow and wait for the
right moment to get really intimate with the others.  Oh yes, it was as
obvious as the nose in the middle of the face that we had boners.  It
didn't feel awkward and we were not hiding it.  We actually laughed when we
saw in what kind of state we were.

      I didn't know for them, but for my part I knew I couldn't choose
between them.  I liked them both for hundred and one different reasons, but
it all came down to the same: I had feelings for them.  Just as my Mum had
said she wouldn't be able to choose, I couldn't either.  They were both
looking at me and I saw sparkles in both their eyes.  I wondered if I had
that same sparkle in mine.  I felt wonderful and so glad that the secret
was finally out in the open.  I knew we would have quite a lot of serious
conversations and that we would come to our senses only if we would be able
to communicate and express our feelings.  It was not going to be easy, as
feelings are such a complex thing.  We were three men, with each our
personality, qualities and flaws and desires.  Sometimes it is difficult to
cope with the feelings of just one person in front of us, but here we were
faced with two.  It would of course be wonderful if we were loving each
other at the same level and could build a balanced relationship without
having to exclude anybody.  But was that realistic?  Jeez, it was already
hard to find one lover and here we were faced with two.  I was thinking
hard, wondering if we were obliged to make a choice.

      - I don't know about the two of you, but here is the fact: I am
attracted to both of you.  I value both your friendship and I certainly
wouldn't like to lose one of you.  I have very strong feelings towards you
and I would just hate it to be obliged to choose.  How do you feel?

      Jimmy and Clark were suddenly both in deep thoughts.  I liked it that
they were both thinking before speaking up.  It was Clark who seemed to be
the first to be ready to speak up.

      - I feel the same as you Tristan.  I am attracted to both Jimmy and
you.  Our friendship is so important to me and I don't want to jeopardize
it.  I don't even want to think about the possibility to choose between the
two of you.  My life seems so complete since we met at the hospital and I
don't want anything more than what we have: friendship and the opportunity
to drive it even further up and share everything we have in life,
especially the feelings, being it spiritually or physically.  I am looking
forward to the moment we are all three ready to express our feelings by
making love.  I know it won't be easy because I don't have that much
experience, but I am convinced that the journey towards a higher level of
love will be more than passionate and interesting.  We can learn from each
other.

      We looked at Jimmy's reaction.  He was apparently not as sure as we
were.  He was struggling with something and we urged him to speak up.  It
was important that we expressed what we had inside if we wanted to make
this work.

      - Listen Jimmy, I said, speak up.  If you have doubts it is good to
tell them.  Maybe we can be of any help with them, maybe not.  But if you
don't speak, we won't be able to give you our support and friendship.  We
won't be able to give you our unconditional love.  Now, if you need time to
think about it all, we will understand and we won't press you.

      He still hesitated for a moment.  Not everybody reacted the same way
as Clark and I did.  It was important to show our feelings, but also to
show respect and trust.

      - It is not that I am not attracted to both of you, Jimmy said, but I
never thought it would happen to me.  I already found it difficult to
express my feelings to one person, and now I am faced with two.  Yes, I am
attracted to both of you and I wouldn't be able to choose either.  It is
just that it seems too good to be true to have two boyfriends just like
that.  Doubts?  Yes, I have some.  What would happen if the feelings were
not at the same level?  What happens if my feelings grow stronger for one
of you?  I had a crush on you Tristan since the day we both started at the
same work.  I was just flabbergasted when Clark came into my life.  I
started to doubt about MYSELF!  I thought I was not normal and that I would
never be able to build up a relationship if I couldn't be faithful to my
first feelings.  I have never been in a relationship with another boy or
man.  I don't even know what it is to make love to a man.  Apart from some
jerk off sessions with college buddies, I am a total virgin and I don't
know how to handle this.

      The first battle was won.  Jimmy had been able to express what was
inside of him.  We were on the right path.  We decided to not discuss it
further at that moment.  We thought it was a good thing to let everything
sink in properly and assimilating the facts that were in the open.  To
change our minds, we went out shopping.  What's a Christmas party without
presents?  Indeed!  We browsed the shops together without buying anything,
but making mental notes about what the others liked and what they were
looking at.  For me it was very important to find the perfect gift for any
of them and also for my Mum.  I knew she was shopping as well and apart
from the usual gifts she would, as each year, buy me (and probably for
Jimmy and Clark as well) a lottery ticket saying that it was either a
present of two euros or a present of millions.  You could never know, but I
had a very strong feeling that due to the dream and the three wishes, I
would have a winning ticket!  It was actually the only way I could think of
to have my third wish come true.

      As each year, my Mum and I went in search of the perfect tree.  She
didn't want a huge one, just a nice tree that could be adorned and give the
necessary Christmas atmosphere.  As each year we would put it in the same
spot between the living room and the dinning room, so that it was visible
from all sides.  With Jimmy and Clark coming as well, we knew there would
be a huge amount of presents and wrapped up gifts under the tree.  As Clark
had to work, it was just Jimmy who came over to help with the decoration.
He had a very good feeling about it and made it all so beautiful.  Again as
usual, my Mum baked some cookies at the same time and the house was filled
with that delicious smell coming from the oven.  I even prepared some hot
chocolate and it gave a special touch to the afternoon.  It was at that
moment that I realized how much I missed Clark.  I looked at Jimmy and his
eyes told me exactly the same.  That didn't go unnoticed by my Mum.  At one
moment Jimmy had to go to the bathroom and she just took the opportunity to
ask me if I had already spoken to them about my feelings.

      - As a matter of fact, we had a very open conversation... all three
of us!  Mum, you can't believe what a relief it was to get the confirmation
that we are all gay, but the most beautiful part is that we also admitted
we were all three attracted to the other twos.  We haven't made the big
step yet.  We only kissed and I felt like a thousand butterflies in my
stomach.  Clark had no problems admitting his feelings.  For Jimmy it was a
little harder but he did fine as well.  We don't want to press the issue
and let the natural flow of things going.  We will know when we are ready.

      - I am so proud of you Tristan!  I hope from the bottom of my heart
that you find the perfect solution for you.  I am really looking forward to
a new kind of Christmas Eve.

      Around seven, Clark arrived after his shift at the hospital.  He gave
my Mum a peck on the cheek, thanking her for the invitation.  Then he went
over to Jimmy and kissed him on the lips and after that he did the same to
me.  He was obviously not ashamed or embarrassed to show his feelings even
in front of my Mum.

      The last Saturday before Christmas we went back to the mall and went
each our own way.  We agreed to meet at Jimmy's car an hour later and when
we arrived we were loaded with bags and boxes, but we all three needed at
least another hour because we were not finished yet.  Yet another hour
later it was almost difficult for me to squeeze in between the presents on
the back seat.  We went directly to my Mum's place to drop off all the
packages under the tree.  When we arrived we were pleasantly surprised that
there were already quite some gifts under it.  All those packages in
different colored papers gave an extra touch to the scenery.  We sure would
need more time unwrapping presents than eating!

      Christmas Eve was a blast!  We had some Champagne and my Mum had
overdone herself in the kitchen.  I could see that Jimmy and Clark were at
their best and enjoying themselves, appreciating the invitation and being
happy to not have to spend that evening on their own.  Opening the presents
was such a joyful moment (if you can call four hours a moment).  The last
present was from my Mum and just as I had expected, she came up with
lottery tickets.  With my intuition that I would have the winning one and
not wanting to leave the others out, I immediately made a very important
decision.

      - Listen guys, I have to tell you something.

      And I told them about the dream and the cloudy face.  I reminded
Jimmy of how I changed in a very short period of time and Cark the speed I
recovered with.  I also told them about the third wish and therefor said
that the four lottery tickets (my Mum always bought one for herself as
well) should go in a box, not looking at the numbers.  What would be won
would be equally divided in four parts so that everyone would have his part
of the prize.  I gave the box to my Mum, asking her to keep it till the
results were known.  We had three more days to wait till the day the
results were published.  I just crossed my fingers that we would win at
least a few thousands to share.  Do I have to tell you those were the three
longest days in my life?  No, I don't!  It was not to know if we had won
anything, it was just a question of how much.

      The D-day was finally there.  Jimmy picked me up and then we went for
Clark to go to my Mum's house.  The box with the four tickets was on the
coffee table in the living room when we arrived.  Next to it was the
morning newspaper that contained the winning numbers and the amounts.  My
Mum had already opened it on the adequate page, but had not opened the box.
She wanted me to have the honor of doing that.  The first ticket had won a
hundred euros.  Not bad for a beginning!  The second had nothing, just as
the third.  It was the fourth ticket that blew our minds away!  I had hoped
for a few thousands, but in fact it was the WINNING ticket of several
millions!  Jimmy had looked up what had to go to the State and what was
left for us.  We knew it would take some time before the money would be in
any account and available, but we were quite happy to see we each had over
ten millions in our hands!

      It was exactly a month later that everything was settled money wise.
We were all quite surprised that Jimmy quit his job.  Ok, he could afford
it, but what was he going to do with his days.  Clark and I were not ready
to just give up anything, even though we could if we wanted.  The very next
week Jimmy arrived in a flamboyant new Porsche convertible.  I hadn't
thought about it, but it seemed Jimmy was eager to spend as much money as
he could in a very short time.  He seemed happy though, and was smiling and
laughing all the time.  It didn't take long before we noticed that he came
by less and less.  I was somewhere afraid he would be part of the
ninety-five percent of lottery winners who were ruined in less than three
years.  I tried very hard to talk some sense in him but it was no use.  He
wouldn't listen at all.  I feared for his future!

      Mum started to travel extensively.  She was often on cruises with a
group of friends and made some new friends on her trips.  It became
difficult to find her home!  It was obvious she enjoyed herself and was not
bragging about the money she had.  She allowed herself some luxury but in a
reasonable way.  I loved to see her smile and enjoying life like she did.
She had been a very hard workingwoman all her life and she deserved every
single second of joy she could get.

      More than once, Clark and I were alone as Jimmy was nowhere to be
spotted.  Our concerns about him were genuine and we both tried very hard
to bring him back to reality.  Jimmy wouldn't listen and when we saw that
quite some guys (and girls) took advantage of him, he just told us that we
were jealous of his success with other people.  Even though we told him his
success was not because of him, but because of his money, he went on and
his visits became very seldom.  The few times we saw him he was either
drunk or on substances that were not really good for him.

      One night, Clark and I were sitting in my living room and we were
discussing the "Jimmy issue" once again.  I felt so bad although I had no
responsibility whatsoever about his behavior.  I was feeling sad and was
even afraid we were losing a friend.  Clark agreed with me but insisted
that we couldn't help someone who didn't want any help, or who didn't even
see he had a problem.  We tried to help each other and ended up cuddling on
the sofa.  Clark had very kind words for me and I could sense his
preoccupation for Jimmy, but also for me.  He explained over and over again
that I had not to be guilty of anything.  Clark kissed my forehead in a
fatherly way although we had the same age.  He just wanted to express his
concern for me.  I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him, not letting
him loose.  He returned the hug and we both felt more secure, knowing we
had each other as support and comfort.  He didn't only kiss my forehead.
He started to kiss my face all over and ended kissing me on the lips.  I
accepted his kiss and even responded to it.  Our lips opened and soon our
tongues were dancing together in our mouths.  I had my arms around his
waist and he had his around my neck.  The kissing went on and on and we
were both getting really aroused.  I could feel his hard-on against mine.
I decided there and then that if he wanted to take our relationship a step
further, I would accept it.  I felt he wanted it and I was a little scared,
as I had never had a serious lovemaking session with anyone.  I didn't know
what to do, but felt that if I would do what my heart told me, I wouldn't
make any mistake.

      Clark hands started to move over my shoulders and my back and it felt
wonderful.  Such a simple touch was making me shiver all over.  If his
touch could do that to me, through my clothes, I wondered what it would be
on naked flesh.  I pulled his shirt out off the waistband of his trousers
and encountered the naked flesh I was looking for.  His skin was so soft
and pleasant to touch.  I let my hands roam over his back and I heard him
clearly gasp for air.  Although he had told me in the past that he had a
little more experience than I had, I guessed the feelings we felt for each
other were adding an extra touch to what we were doing.  It didn't take us
long to be bare-chested.  When our chests touched, skin-to-skin, for the
first time it was electrifying.  It sent our senses in overload.  It was
magnificent!  I was so hard in my jeans that it hurt.  It was a pleasurable
pain though.  We couldn't get enough of each other and our hands were
feverishly reaching for every spot we could touch.  Our lips were sealed
together and we were breathing each other's air.  The kisses grew beyond
passionate.  The tickling of his hairy chest on my smooth one was wakening
every nerve ending available.  I tried to express what I felt by kissing
him even more passionately.  There was no need for any invitation.  We knew
that we were going all the way this time.  We had agreed our first time
would be a threesome with Jimmy included, but as he was more and more
absent, it wasn't going to be like that.  It was just the two of us and
somewhere deep inside of me, I knew Destiny had made the choice for
me... and for Clark.

      Clark's hands traveled down and unbuckled my belt, unsnapped the
button of my jeans and my hard-on received some relief of space.  My white
briefs tented obscenely.  I followed Clark's lead and opened his trousers.
I had a quick look, just to see he was as exited as I was.  Almost
simultaneously we kicked off our shoes and with those movements, our
trousers dropped at our ankles.  We stepped out of them and, apart from our
underwear, we were actually naked.  It was the first time we saw each other
in such a state of nakedness.  I admired his body and was in awe.  Clark
seemed to like what he saw as he called me gorgeous and beautiful.  I
smiled and blushed a little.  I thought he was far more handsome than I
was.  It just confirmed our physical attraction to each other.

      I took Clark by the hand and pulled him softly to the bedroom.  I
didn't want us to make love on the sofa.  It would look like a quickie.  I
wanted it to be special and last as long as was humanly possible.  I pulled
him with me on the bed and he landed on top of me.  Feeling the total
weight of a man on me was new and I loved it.  Somehow it made me feel safe
and protected.  We resumed our kissing and our hands found once again the
places we newly discovered.  Each touch, how feathery it was, sent a
thousand shivers through our bodies.  I could see the goose bumps on his
skin and felt mine.  The excitement was rising so fast and somewhere I was
afraid the shoot my load too early.  Clark had a bit more experience than I
had and made sure to make me feel as good as possible.  With his simple
touch he brought me to the edge and then drew back, building up the
excitement once again.  My God!  Why had I been waiting so long to feel all
those sensations?  We had been willing to make love for quite a while now
and it seemed we had been wasting a huge amount of time.  But then again,
the waiting was certainly worth it.

      Clark broke the kiss, but it was just so he could nibble at my
earlobes.  I was once again in awe at how sensitive they were and how they
were connected to the rest of my body.  Feeling his tongue washing out my
ears made me want to reciprocate, but his ears were out of reach even if it
was only an inch or so.  He was the more experienced one and I let him do
everything he wanted, learning step by step what I could do to him, as soon
as I had a chance.  He kissed and bit the tender flesh between my ears and
my collarbone, traveling slowly down over my chest and giving a special
attention to my nipples.  The electric shocks caused by his tender biting
on them, made me arch my back and trying to push my chest up to his
ministrations.  Whatever he did made me feel so alive and yes... special.
My nipples had never been so hard in my whole life, but he left them
nonetheless.  He traveled even more southwards and reached my navel that he
licked out, just as he had done with my ears.  The new sensation was
overwhelming and I couldn't wait to feel his magic on my nether regions.
My briefs were barely covering my crotch and he kissed my genitals through
the fine white cotton of it, leaving a wet spot on it.  I felt the heat of
his breathing on my cock and balls.  He kissed it all and licked it while
he put his fingers in the waistband and pulled softly down.  I lifted my
ass to make it easier for him.  He understood what I wanted and pulled my
briefs completely down.  There I was, naked with a man and exited as never
before, for the first time in my life.  I felt so happy that I was
experiencing this with someone I deeply cared for.  The feelings of love
were completely mixed up with the carnal desire.  I spread my legs a little
wider to give him the best access possible to whatever he wanted to reach.
For the very first time I felt the tender lips of a man on my cock-head.
The warm moisture of his mouth soon followed it.  He slowly engulfed the
complete length of my manhood in his mouth till it reached his throat,
keeping it there for a few seconds as if he was waiting for me to shoot my
load.  I had to admit that I was very close to do just that.  Clark came
back up for air and soon dove back down, wetting my cock with his spit,
making it all so much easier to let his lips glide over my shaft.  All the
while bobbing up and down, he caressed and even massaged my balls while one
of his fingers massaged my perineum.  All these new sensations made me want
to cry out loud, but I just moaned and groaned like an animal in heat.

      What he did with his mouth and hands was just pure magic.  Or was it
the newness of it all that made me think so?  Whatever it was, it made me
think I had just gone to heaven.  I had never felt so good.  This was so
right!  I felt my balls retract into my abdomen and he felt it, too.  He
let my cock flop out of his mouth and travelled back up to my face that he
covered with kisses.  Our mouths were once again glued together with our
tongues dancing inside of them.  He held me tight and made us roll over so
that I was on top of him.  The signal was obvious and clear.  He wanted me
to service him like he had serviced me.  I just hoped I was going to
satisfy his expectations.  I tried to mimic what he had done to me and
marveled at how pleasurable it was to give as much as to receive, licking
out his ears and collarbone and taking care of not hurting him while biting
softly on his nipples.  Finding them had been a kind of adventure in a
jungle as his hair on his chest was hiding them a little, but as soon as I
found them, they reacted to my tongue and teeth and stood out proudly.  I
was amazed when I actually felt his heartbeat in his chest and transmitting
me life itself through my mouth and tongue.

      I didn't know I would, but I loved the hair on his chest and stomach.
It was straight and soft and discreetly tickled my tongue and my hands.
Finally, after washing out his navel, I reached his briefs.  They were
tenting so much that the elastic waistband didn't even touch his skin!  I
looked at his crotch and realized it was far more erotic to see an exited
man in his briefs than completely naked.  But I was too exited to admire
him like that.  I wanted to feel him completely, without the barrier of a
cotton piece of cloth.  I pulled down his briefs and threw the through the
room.  Strangely enough, they landed just on top of mine that were already
on the floor.  Maybe it was stupid, but I saw that as a sign that we would
be together whatever happened.

      His gorgeous, blood-filled cock was so hard it didn't even rest on
his skin.  It stood proudly at a forty-five degrees angle, waiting for me
to give it a special attention.  Who was I to refuse such an explicit
invitation?  Even though I was almost a total newbie to making love, I
already had received my first lesson from Clark a few minutes earlier and I
was a quick learner.  I knelt between Clark's furry legs, leaned down and
took his iron-hard cock in my hand.  The contrast of the hardness and the
softness of the skin were confusing me, but in a healthy way.  I felt, once
again, his heartbeat and was amazed at its speed.  I thought he would be
more relaxed, as he had more experience with this, but it wasn't so.  I
kissed the top of his dick, licked it and then opened my mouth wide to let
it enter.  The hard head felt so smooth on my tongue.  I used a lot of spit
to make it shinny and easy to slip in and out of my mouth.  I wrapped my
lips around it and started an up and down movement.  I knew I was going to
like it, but didn't imagine I would get addicted to it.  It felt delicious
and I couldn't get enough of it.  I used my hands like Clark had done,
hoping I was giving him as much pleasure as he had given me.  Judging from
the moans that escaped his mouth, I was doing a pretty good job.  I had my
first taste of pre-cum and I loved it.  When it mixed with my spit, it gave
a fantastic lubrication and made the sucking all the more easy and
pleasurable for both of us.  Once again, I thought I should have tried that
earlier.

      I felt Clark's hands in my armpits, pulling me up to him and kissing
me deep and hard.  I wondered if I had done something wrong, but he assured
me I hadn't.  On the contrary!  He said that he had been on the verge of
shooting his load in my mouth and didn't want that to happen ... yet.  My
body was laying on top of him and our cocks were crushed together.  Every
slight movement was felt as a concentrated in the tip of our dicks and with
a little frottage we suddenly both gasped for air, as our juices spurt out
forcefully and mixed together between our bellies.  The excitement of the
first time had taken its toll.  I collapsed on top of Clark when the last
drop of semen came out of me.  He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed
me in his embrace.  We pushed our pubes together and felt spent and happy.
I desperately tried to catch my breath and bring down the furious heart
beating in my chest.  This was wonderful!  Jeez, I couldn't wait for round
two and I guessed there was a lot more to what we had just lived.  Maybe I
was a newbie, but I had seen and read some hot scenes on the Internet.
Although I was a little apprehensive about the anal penetration, I wanted
to know what it was and how it felt.

      - We should get up and have a shower if we don't want to stick
together literally, Clark said.

      - I wouldn't mind to stick with and to you for the rest of my life!
I answered, but giggled at the mental image resulting from that fact.

      Showering with another man was another new experience.  Of course, I
had showered with other men in high school, but it never had a sexual
connotation.  This time I was under the hot water with a man I deeply loved
and who was so damned attractive.  My soapy hands couldn't keep to
themselves and were caressing Clark's body.  Although I had just shot my
load, my cock was rapidly increasing in size and hardness and went to full
mast as soon as Clark touched it.  The sensual feeling caused by our mutual
caressing was overwhelming me and I knew I could shoot a second load in a
question of seconds.  I didn't even know I could be ready in such a short
time, but I was learning fast the facts of joy of gay sex.  We didn't
withheld at all.  When our bodies wanted to show their appreciation of what
was going on, we let them do.  If that meant that we shot loads before we
were mentally ready for it, we let it go.  The amount of semen that came
out of us that day was almost inhuman, but we loved it.  That tingling in
our nether regions announcing the ejaculation was addictive.  Long after
sunset, we fell asleep in each other's arms.

      The big surprise was the return of the dream.  Of course, I
recognized it at once.  The empty streets were now quite familiar to me.
Jason's Bar was crowded as usual.  The bartender put down a bottle of beer
in front of me without a word spoken, neither from him nor from me.  I took
a gulp and grimaced at the bad taste.  Once the "beer" was through my
throat, the cloudy face appeared.

      - I want to thank you for what you did for me, I said.

      - Don't thank me, it was written that you would receive it.  I hope
you like the little extra bonus I gave you on top.

      - What bonus?

      - Love!

      - Was that your doing?

      - In a certain way it was.  I saw the trouble you had to make a
choice or the lack of it, so I took things in my hands.  Your "richness" of
the heart is now so big that you couldn't make that choice, so I helped it
a little.  Clark will be in your life forever and beyond, as your lover,
your soul mate and your friend.  The only thing you have to do is tell me
"yes" or "no".

      I didn't have the slightest doubt and yelled with all my might.

      - YES!!!

      But almost immediately regretted that impulsive, because I guessed
there would be a counter part.

      - That's done, the cloudy face said.  Jimmy will never bother you
again.  He will disappear from your life.

      And before I could do or say anything, I woke up sitting up in my
bed, with Clark softly snoring next to me.  My cellphone on the nightstand
was ringing.  I looked at the caller's ID but it said it was a private
number.  I looked at my watch and saw it was 4:13 in the morning.  Who the
hell was calling me at such a time?  My intuition told me to pick up the
phone.

      - Hello, who is this?

      - Hello, am I speaking with Tristan Jefferson?

      - Yes, you are.  Who are you?

      - My name is Melanie and I am working at the general Hospital.  Do
you know anybody of the name of James Blackburn?

      - Yes, I know Jimmy, I said.  Did anything happen to him?

      - We would very much appreciate if you could come to the hospital.
Mr. Blackburn was involved in a car accident and you are named as ICE in
his cellphone.

	- I'll be there in less than fifteen minutes.

      Clark had woken up during the call and looked at me quizzically.

      - Jimmy was involved in a car accident.  It was the hospital calling,
a girl named Melanie.  She asked to go over as soon as possible.

      Clark and I were out of bed in no time and dressed even faster.  We
got in my old beaten up car and I just crossed my fingers it wouldn't let
me down right then.  I asked the maximum of the old engine and it was
indeed fifteen minutes after the call that we stormed into the Emergency
department.  Clark knew most of the people there even though it was not his
department.  He met one of his friends and immediately asked for Jimmy.
His friend had a sudden and sad expression on his face.  I didn't need more
to know we had arrived too late.  The dream had come true once again.  My
knees went suddenly weak and I felt to the floor.  Tears were rolling down
my face.  Clark grabbed me and pulled me up, hugging me to no end.  I could
feel his compassion and knew he felt as miserable as I did.  I looked at
Clark's face.

      - Is he...?

      Clark just nodded and the tears were rolling down from his eyes as
well.  He made me sit down and said he would try to get more information.
He went to the reception desk and one of his colleagues told him more than
she was actually allowed to.  Jimmy had been speeding from what the police
discovered.  He had missed a curve and the Porsche had crashed into a wall.
They did some blood tests as soon as he arrived at the hospital and they
had discovered quite a lot more alcohol in his blood than was allowed.  It
seemed he also used some other substances that I didn't even want to think
about or even knew.  The car was a total wreck and you couldn't even
recognize it as a Porsche.  In a certain way, it was even better that he
had passed away because nobody could even see him recovering from all the
wounds he had.  The skull fracture was the worst of them.  I was listed in
his cellphone as the person to contact in case something happened to him.
In his phone there was also a note directed to me that said I would find
all the necessary details in an envelope at his place, including an address
I didn't know.

We left the hospital, as there was nothing more to do.  We went to the
unknown address and used the keys the nurses had received from the police
and that were retrieved, with great difficulty from the ignition of the
car.  We entered a place that was luxuriously furnished but that was a real
pig stall.  Empty pizza boxes covered the floor as well as empty bottles of
alcohol and beer cans.  The ashtrays were full and we didn't even know
Jimmy was smoking.  There was a kind of desk in the corner with a brand new
computer on it.  Next to it we found an envelope with both our names on it.
We opened it and read.

      "Hey guys...  I guess something happened to me as you are reading
this.  Sorry if I hurt you in anyway.  Tristan, I was so in love with you
and although I was physically attracted to Clark as well, I couldn't stand
it to see you so close to him, so I preferred to disappear.  Don't be sad.
I had a very good time and lived my life to the fullest.  I signed a power
of attorney to you Tristan so that you can get to the bank and retrieve
what's left from the money you gave us.  Love you... Jimmy"

      It was a short note, but quite explicit.  The tears were rolling
freely down my cheeks.  How was it that I didn't see it all like it was?
Why on earth didn't he tell me his true feelings?  Why didn't he talk to
me?  Clark was crying as well and took me in his arms.  We stood like that
for the longest time.  When the sobs diminished, we looked around to find
any indication of relatives or family, but couldn't find a thing.  We found
some bank statements and I was flabbergasted that there were just a few
thousand euros left.  He had spent his share of money in less than a year
time.  I arranged a decent funeral for him and after that just left
everything as it was.  I didn't accept the heritage.  It could go to
whoever it was.  I didn't care.  Jimmy was gone and it was not his
apartment or any of his belongings that would bring him back.  I felt so
guilty about it all and fortunately I had Clark at my side to go through it
all.  If Clark hadn't been there, I didn't know how I would have managed.

      One night, when we were sitting down, watching some stupidity on the
television, I told Clark about the fourth dream I had and what it said.  As
he had seen the miracles of the "richness of health" himself and
experienced the "richness of money", he didn't doubt about the fourth
dream.  He had a sad smile on his face.

      - I am glad to know we will be together for the rest of our lives,
but I am so sad that the price for that was so high.  You couldn't do
anything about it though.  You woke up and your cellphone was ringing.  You
couldn't even warn him if you had known.  The only thing the dream said was
that he would disappear from our lives, but then again, he already had.  I
just want to ask you one big favor Tristan: please, tell me immediately
when you have another one of those dreams, whatever the outcome of it is.

      - I promise my love!  It is not that I kept it from you, but the
circumstances were so awkward and things went so fast that I didn't even
have the time to tell you.  You remember we swore that there would be no
secrets between us and that's a promise I want to live up to.  I love you
more than you can imagine and I want to be part of you just like you are
part of me.  Together we are just one!

      Clark kissed me tenderly and romantically on the lips, as if to seal
a deal.  There would always be that little cloud where Jimmy was sitting
on, that would remind us of what we had.  That night though, we had
declared our love to each other in a very clear way.  Clark made it even
more obvious when we went to bed and made romantic love to each other.  We
hadn't penetrated each other yet, but I was craving it.  I wanted to know
what it was to feel him inside of me and filling me with his love juice.
At the same time, I wanted to be inside of him as well.  Time would tell us
how it felt.  We were just waiting for the right place and the right
moment.

      We were living together, but still had each our own place.  It was
Clark who came up with the idea of making our relationship a little more
official by living together in one place.  We both rented our apartments
and thought that it was maybe time to invest some of our money in a place
to live and that we could really call our own.  Mum had already offered to
give us her place and move to my apartment.  We both liked her house a lot,
but not enough to go and live there.  It was not really what we were
looking for.  We had the crazy idea of having a nice garden with a swimming
pool although we couldn't use it for several months in a row, due to the
climate.  But in summertime it would be awesome to have one.  As the seed
of buying a house had been planted, we started to look for one.  It was not
really an intensive search we did.  It was more a question to have some
chemistry with something we would see.  From time to time I surfed the Net
but was soon tired of going from one real estate page to another.  Mum came
up with a few ideas, but nothing that really appealed to us.  It was Clark
who arrived one day from his work, all exited.  One of the doctors at the
hospital was moving out of town and his villa was up for sale.  Clark had
been there once and said it was absolutely magnificent.  It was in an
upscale part of town and was fairly new, only about five or so years old.
It would mean, of course, that we would need a car to go to work, but Clark
assured me it was more than worth it, and ... it had a swimming pool in a
nice landscaped garden.  It was not advertised in any real estate agency
yet and it was only because Clark had heard a casual conversation of the
doctor with one of his colleagues that he knew about it.

      - I am sure you will love the place Tristan!  Of course, I don't know
the price yet, but with what we both have on our accounts, I don't think it
will be any problem.  We both put half of the price in and then it won't be
so expensive.  If you want, I will talk to the doctor tomorrow and ask if
we can visit and talk about numbers...

      He seemed so exited about it that I knew it had to be wonderful.
Clark was not the kind of person to be so exited about something that he
got nervous, but this time he was.  I gave my OK for him to talk with the
doctor and the next evening we were invited for a cocktail at the doctor's
place.  I parked my car on the street, as I didn't want that old piece of
rust showing in front of such a nice property.  I really had to go car
shopping and Clark as well, as he actually didn't even have one.  Living so
close to the hospital, he saw no need to spend the money on it.

      Just from the outside I fell in love with the house without even
having seen the inside.  It was as if the house was calling out to me.  I
literally felt good vibrations overwhelming me as soon as we put our feet
on the actual property.  It was a modern house, but with a touch of rustic
appearance.  It was all on one floor and that meant no stairs (I hate
stairs).  The doctor's wife opened the door and greeted us warmly.  We were
lead into the living room and just the view of the garden with the swimming
pool that we saw through the French doors convinced me that it was THE
house we were looking for.  The doctor had a private practice at his house
and his wife told us she would have the honor of showing us around while
her husband finished with a patient.  She showed us everything and was very
well aware of all the technical stuff her husband had installed while
building the house.  Everything was really upscale and the kitchen was
almost professional.  The wooden floors were fantastically maintained and
the marble floors were shining like mirrors.  The master bedroom was huge
and the en-suite bathroom was just to die for.  I really started to wonder
if we could afford such a place.  Ok, it would each cost us only half of
the price, but even then I was not sure.  The doctor had not mentioned the
price yet, so we would have to wait till he joined us in the living room
after we had finished the tour.  I estimated the house between six and
eight millions after seeing it completely, including the garden, the
two-car garage and the swimming pool.

      The doctor came in and greeted us very friendly, asking what we
thought about the house and explaining that he wanted a quick sale, as he
was expected at his new job in a very short time.

      - I guess you will have a good and low asking price if you want to
sell quickly, I said.  What kind of price did you have in mind?

      - Straight to the point I see, he answered.  It will all depend if
you want it furnished or not. If you want it furnished we save money on
moving all the heavy stuff.  If you want the house empty, the price would
be different.

      - Sounds fair to me.  Give us both prices so that we know what we are
talking about.

      - Well, my wife and I thought that four and a half million furnished
would be a fair price and four point two for an empty house.

      I looked at Clark.  I didn't want to show any surprise on my face to
give any indication to the doctor that it was way below what I had
expected.  Clark had it a little more difficult to hide his pleasant
surprise.  We had talked about it before we came and had agreed that if we
found a house under five million, which meant each two and a half, we would
go for it.  This house was more than a dream come true.  The furnishing was
modern and with a lot of elegance.  I knew I could get used to it very
easily.  In a previous research on the Net I had seen that most houses sold
in that area were over five millions and the asking price of the doctor for
quick sale was more than reasonable.

      - If you can excuse us for a moment, I want a private chat with
Clark.

      We went out on the terrace.  I didn't ask him if he wanted to buy or
not.  I just asked him if he wanted it empty or furnished.  We agreed that
the furnishing was more than adequate and of very good taste.  A few items
would not have been our first choice, but they surely fit in well with the
rest.

      - Any doubt about going for it, asked Clark.

      - No, not really.  There is nothing in this house that can't be fixed
with a coat of paint or moving a piece of furniture.  Everything is
absolutely new as the house is only five years old.  The garden is
magnificent and it has the pool we wanted.  The kitchen is fabulous and we
have a lot of space for whatever we want to do.

      - So, we go in and say Ok?

      - Yes, we do.

      We went back in and the doctor and his wife looked a bit worried, as
we didn't show anything on our faces.  I had never made such a quick
decision and spent such a large amount of money in one go.  I stretched out
my hand to the doctor and told him we wanted it furnished, but that all the
costs of registering it was for him.

      - You are a though negotiator, but we accept.

      We shook hands and the deal was sealed.  My bank manager had given me
a kind of pre-sales contract and I just had to fill in the doctor's name
and data.  I also came prepared with a down payment check that we mentioned
on the contract.  The doctor and his wife signed both and Clark and I
signed our first official paper together.  We had bought ourselves a house!




To be continued


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