Date: Thu, 05 Aug 2004 14:14:11 GMT
From: sinbad <sinbad@studmail.com>
Subject: DREAMS DO COME TRUE - GAY MALE

WARNING: This story is an amalgam of recollections of sexual
experiences from my life, some explicit in nature. Names and
other characteristics have been changed to prevent the
identification of individuals. Do not continue if reading
about sex between males is offensive to you or violates any
laws in effect where you live. Many of the stories concern
events that occurred prior to the HIV health crisis. Some of
the sexual activities described would not be safe if done
today. You should always observe safe sex precautions. If
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Copyright 1998 by Emmanuel Thomas Hansen. All rights are reserved.

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DREAMS DO COME TRUE

By Sinbad
sinbad@studmail.com


Joe was the school stud. He was the star running back and
had broken nearly every school record set in the past fifty
years. As a running back he was big, but in spite of his
size, he had the agility to out maneuver every defense that
he had faced. Joe was at the pinnacle of his prowess during
his senior year. He was the toast of the alumni who had
never expected to see anything like him and never expected
to see anything like him again. The college scouts flooded
every game, and Joe had plenty of offers to the best schools
on scholarship. He was idolized by his class, worshipped by
the staff, and feted by the town. With his brawn he also had
brains and could have entered any college with his grades
and scores. Joe's family supported him ably, and his sisters
did his bidding.
His amiability ensured he had no enemies, although there
were some who were envious. Joe was the Golden Boy--on top
of the world--six-foot two, powerful shoulders, thirty two
inch waist, blonde hair, blue eyes and looks that made girls
and guys swoon. Joe was happy. Was he really?

Melinda was the homecoming queen. Blonde, blue-eyed, svelte
and looks that made guys crazy and girls sick. She was in
love with Joe, and hoped that Joe with her. Joe and Melinda
had dated throughout their high school years. They made a
fine couple and the townspeople expected that there would be
a grand wedding very soon.
When Joe fucked Melinda, he fucked so hard, looking deep
into her eyes, that sparks flew out of her ass. Joe was
happiest when he fucked her doggy style. She moaned and
groaned, bucked and clucked, as he pounded away to kingdom
cum.
However, Joe's happiness was ebbing away. Lately, he had
difficulty fucking Melinda, and when he was on her doggy
style, he had thoughts of Mark. Each time he thrust into
Melinda's cunt, he wanted to thrust into Mark's ass. He
wanted Melinda's luscious ass to become Mark's taut one.
When Joe groaned, Melinda thought that he was groaning at
the good fuck she was giving him, little realizing that Joe
was lost in thoughts of fucking Mark.

"Mark! Mark! Mark!"

Joe was getting obsessed with thoughts of Mark. Mark the new
guy. Mark the six-foot handsome devil. Oh Shit! What was
happening to Joe? Every waking moment he dreamt of Mark--to
fuck Mark's ass. Mark was new in town. He was a bit nervous
at school since his previous school had been much smaller.
The first time he saw Melinda in the hallway, he knew that
she was the one for him. Looking at her made his heart skip
a beat. He knew that she was going steady with that oaf Joe.
He wondered what she saw in him. Every morning he jacked off
to the images of Melinda being fucked, sometimes by him and
sometimes by Joe.

Mark was tall and well built with brown hair and eyes. He
often imagined that when he fucked Melinda, they would make
a good pairing--she with her blonde looks, and he with his
brown. When he stood in front of the mirror and jacked off,
he looked at his image and seeing what was there, wondered
why Melinda never gave him a second glance. He knew he
looked good and had lots of girls eyeing him at school, but
he wanted only Melinda.
As he jacked off on his seven and a half cock he imagined
Melinda getting fucked by Joe. He heard the slapping noises
as Joe pummeled away, his fat cock ramming in and out of
Melinda's cunt. Joe's pumping ass clenched and unclenched as
he banged away. Rivulets of sweat ran down the crack of his
ass, making their way to his large balls that were already
bathed in sweat. The thought of the pumping ass, hammering
away, turned him on, and with a groan he ejaculated all over
the mirror, obliterating his image. Blobs of white milky cum
ran down to the floor as he hastily picked up his briefs and
tried to clean away any telltale signs of his dreams of
Joe's bucking ass.

What? Joe's ass--My God, what was he thinking? What was
happening to him? That day at school in the hallway, he made
it a point to walk behind Joe, to check his ass out. It was
a nice, compact rounded ass. Now, whenever Mark jacked off,
visions of Joe's pumping ass formed in his mind, and slowly
the visions became clearer with him pumping Joe's ass or Joe
pumping his, and so did the size and urgency of his load,
till eventually he found that he was literally blowing his
guts out. Finally, he dreamt of Joe's ass every night and
thought about it every day. Melinda was far from his
thoughts.

It so happened that one Friday night, while Mark and his new
friends were cruising the strip, they saw Joe walking alone.
They pulled over, and asked their hero, if he needed a ride
anywhere. Joe said he needed to get home as his family was
out of town for the weekend and as for Melinda, she had gone
to the big city with her parents over the weekend. So poor
Joe was at a loss as to what he should do besides sitting
home watching TV and drinking beer, while the rest of the
guys painted the town red. When he spotted Mark in the rear
of the car he piled in and asked to be dropped home near by.
Mark in the mean time had been trying to catch a glimpse of
his fascination, and as Joe got in, he managed a furtive
glance.

As Joe got out of the car on his front drive, he asked if
any of the guys were interested in a beer and watching some
TV. Just as he had hoped, Mark was the only one who said Ok
and soon they were in the family den. Joe got a couple of
beers and they sat in front of the TV, side by side. There
was nothing worthwhile watching on the TV so Joe switched it
off and looked at Mark.

This was the first time that both of them had had been alone
together, and they lapsed into silence, each one thinking of
his obsession. Joe finally had Mark alone. Mark finally had
the ass of his dreams alone. Now the question was what to do
about it.
Both were "normal" and loath to initiate anything that would
dispel this notion. They chattered about irrelevant things,
each one feeling the mounting pressure of desire where it
mattered most--in the cock and balls. Joe kept on getting
the beers as they drank hard and fast to cover their
embarrassment at being alone together for the first time.
The beer had the desired effect. Tongues loosened and
inhibitions fell away. Finally, Joe could hold out no
longer. He had to take the initiative--it was his house. He
said he was feeling warm and was going to change into a pair
of shorts--did Mark also want a pair of shorts? Of course
Mark wanted a pair of shorts.

Mark followed Joe upstairs to his bedroom. Both were quite
tanked by now. Joe kicked off his shoes and undid his pants,
slipping out of them and heaped them on the side of the
bureau. When he turned around he was in a T-shirt and
briefs. The briefs were tented and the top was stained from
his precum, which had started flowing. He looked at Mark
brazenly and hitched his thumbs in the elastic band of his
briefs and slipped them off. His seven and a half-inch cock
jutted out, free at last.
Mark stared at the man pole in fascination. It throbbed in
front of him and the single eye at the center of the head
glistened with precum beckoning him. It was awesome-angry,
red and inflamed. Mark stood stock still, hypnotized by the
man pole that seemed to call him forward to be destroyed.

Joe turned around to the bureau. He bent down to pull out a
lower drawer for the shorts. At last Mark had a good look at
the object of his desire in all its naked glory. They were
two taut golden orbs, split in the center like a peach, and
the pit was a puckered rosette. Mark could not restrain
himself further. When Joe turned around, after rummaging in
the drawer with two pairs of shorts, he saw that Mark was
only in his T-shirt with his cock standing at full
attention.

They stood facing each other, like two gladiators in an
arena; lances ready to do battle. A string of precum glided
down to the carpet from each cock, as Joe and Mark eyed each
other warily.

The music had started playing and it was time for them to
dance. As in a dream, Joe moved upon Mark and before they
knew it their mouths were locked in the combat of love. They
embraced each other with such ferocity, that they thought
their lives would be squeezed out of them. The mouths ground
slowly into each other as their tongues jousted for
advantage. Tongues flicked over teeth, searching for the
back of the throat, as they tasted each other fully for the
first time. Their eyes were closed as they lightly kissed
each other over every feature of their faces. They had now
moved to the bed and fell on it in a heap. Joe on top of
Mark.

"Let me take your top off," Joe whispered hoarsely to Mark.

As Joe struggled to take Mark's top off, Mark reached down
and encircled the engorged knob of Joe's cock. A groan
escaped Joe's lips as he yanked off the top. He grabbed
Mark's head and jammed his tongue into the mouth. He was
hungry, desperately hungry, for Mark and all that he
offered.

Mark stripped Joe of his T-shirt and now they both lay naked
on the bed. It was a contrast to behold. Two nubile youths,
in all their pristine glory. One light the other dark. One
blonde the other brown.

It seemed that their coupling was with practiced ease, but
the depth of their hunger made them feed on each other's
bodies. Joe kissed Mark's nipples lightly, laving them with
his tongue as he slid toward the junction of his legs. It
seemed natural to Joe that he should lick the engorged head
of Mark's cock. Nothing had prepared him for the pleasure he
felt as the cock head tickled the back of his throat. He
heard Mark groaning and this only spurred him on as he
sucked Mark--to suck the very juices out of him. His head
bobbed up and down rhythmically and Mark bucked his hips in
time. Joe slid his hands underneath Mark's ass and shoved a
finger into the cleavage. His fingertip felt the elasticity
of the puckered hole as he applied pressure. His finger slid
in to the knuckle. He felt Mark's hips break their rhythm as
he adjusted to this new invasion. Joe rotated his finger in
Mark's asshole and moved it gently in and out. Mark sighed
with pleasure as a feeling of warmth coursed through his
body.

Joe slid his tongue over Mark's furry balls and made his way
down to where the finger joined Mark's body. He pushed up at
Mark's thighs and clearly saw the finger penetrating the
asshole. He pulled his finger out, and before Mark had time
to miss the fullness, slid his tongue in and tongue fucked
the quivering asshole. As his tongue penetrated, he felt
Mark's ass muscles clamp, trying to hold the tongue prisoner
forever.
Mark hissed through clenched teeth each time Joe penetrated
his asshole with his tongue. He lay back with abandon and
closed his eyes wanting time to stand still. Joe continued
tongue fucking the asshole as the masculine smell urged his
tongue on to perform acrobatic feats in the waiting asshole.
Joe had never imagined his tongue capable of such intense
feeling.

With a groan he twisted his body onto the bed and on top of
Mark. His seven and a half- inch cock rubbed all over Mark's
face begging for entry in the inviting mouth. Mark opened
his mouth and Joe's cock slid in. It tasted beyond anything
that Mark could imagine. Throbbing flesh and sweet precum
invaded the back of his throat. The room was silent, save
for the slight sounds of the combatants engaged in a duel of
ultimate desire.

Joe had to fuck Mark now. His balls were bursting with the
love juice that had filled them up. He knew that if he
waited any longer, the explosion in his cock would blast
Mark's head off. He disengaged from Mark's throbbing meat
and said:

"On all fours!"

Mark jerked out Joe's cock from his mouth and obeyed his
command. Joe got off the bed and went to the bureau; he took
the mirror off the wall and placed it on a chair near the
bed, so that both Joe and Mark were clearly visible in it.

"I want to watch!"

Joe got behind Mark's upraised ass. He saw the nicely formed
round ass with its two ovals. He split the ovals with his
hands and exposed to his view the puckered anus. He
lubricated it with his tongue as Mark groaned in
anticipation. Joe reared, looked in the mirror, to see his
cock pushing between the ovals, and with a grunt he shoved
to penetrate the Mark of his dreams. The head slipped in and
met some resistance from the tight ass muscles. Joe felt the
resistance and he pushed on his rod. It moved in to about
half its length. Mark was clenching his teeth and hissing in
pain. Joe stared at Mark's tensed visage, the neck muscles
straining and he pushed again, smooth but firm, so that his
cock was buried to the hilt up Mark's ass. Mark yelped in
pain as he felt Joe's ass splitting his ass before the balls
banged home. He had never felt such pain. It was as though a
red-hot poker was up his ass, threatening to come out of his
mouth.

"Slowly! Take it easy! Please!"

Joe looked in the mirror. His crotch was grinding into
Mark's ass. He had leant over Mark and gripped him around
the chest. They were joined, no entwined, in the ultimate
act of desire--fucking. Joe's cock had never felt such
exquisite pleasure before. The passage was tight, tighter
than anywhere it had ever been. Each movement of his cock
sent shock waves to his brain.

At first Mark found the pain unbearable in his virgin ass.
He glanced at the mirror and saw the expression of pure
pleasure on Joe's face. He was being tightly clasped around
the chest as Joe began stroking his fat cock in and out. The
pain gave way to pleasure, and soon a warm feeling of
ecstasy crept up his body.

Joe started stroking his cock in and out of Mark's hole. In
the mirror he could see the glistening pole as it came out
and went in. He was experienced in fucking, so he was quite
adept at increasing the tempo without hurting Mark. He
started using the full length of his cock as he stroked
faster. Mark had never felt anything like this before. He
had never felt so sensuous in his life. He thrust back to
meet Joe's rhythmic movements to help engulf his cock.

"Yes! Yes! Give me more." Mark gasped.

Joe had never had it so good. The juices were bubbling at
the base of his cock, and he knew it would not be long
before spewed his cum. He wanted to fill Mark's ass with
oceans of cum and he now started banging away deep and hard.

"I'm cumming!" and with a sharp thrust Joe started pouring
all his ecstasy into Mark's waiting ass. It seemed to go on
forever before the throbbing died out. In the mirror he saw
himself slumped over Mark's back, sweating and panting away.
Mark was rocking his head in his arms as he bore the brunt
of Joe's onslaught. As Joe withdrew, he saw Mark wince and a
feeling of tenderness came over him. As he lay side by side
with Mark, he leaned over and kissed him tenderly on the
mouth.
Joe knew that this was the best fuck of his life. When he
was cumming he thought his brains were going to blow out
with the sudden onrush of blood.

They lay together silently, each one deep in introspection.
Joe felt down for Mark's cock and saw that it was still
hard, and wet from the precum. They looked into each other's
eyes and Joe saw the naked desire that lay festering in
Mark's eyes. He stroked Mark's cock gently; he did not want
him to cum, but keep him occupied while he gathered his
breath.

Joe's cock had started to harden now. He looked at Mark who
waited expectantly for the next move. Joe swung himself on
Mark's chest and watched in the mirror as Mark lapped at his
cock before engorging it in his mouth. The mirror had been a
good idea. Joe could watch all the action unhindered.

He slid backwards now and his ass cheeks touched Mark's
erect and red-hot cock. Mark stared as Joe raised his ass
above the perpendicular cock.

"Hold it steady, I'm going to sit on it." Mark held onto his
cock and positioned it below Joe's puckered rosette. Joe
felt the tip of the cock caress his asshole before he let
himself down.

"Oh my God! Fucking hell!" His ass cheeks had Mark's balls
wedged in them as he had slid down the entire length of the
cock. Shit! This was going to kill him. He sat motionless,
not caring to look in the mirror, trying to will the pain
away from his virgin hole. He soon got used to the fullness
and he gingerly moved his ass to test and see. There was a
slight soreness, but the feeling was pleasurable. Mark's
expression was tense, as he wanted Joe to get on with what
he had started. Joe started riding Mark's cock, like a
cowboy does a bucking bronco. Mark was out of control as he
erratically thrust upwards to meet Joe's riding ass.
Friction of Joe's tight ass was chafing the head of his
cock. It was tight, really tight. He gritted his teeth as he
tried to upend Joe off the bed with his cock. The action was
frantic with Joe trying to stay on Mark's bucking cock. With
a shout of triumph, Mark erupted in Joe's ass. His sperm
shot into the hole like a geyser. He kept on shooting till
his insides felt as though the life had been drained out of
them. Never before had he blown such a load. Joe had
collapsed on his chest and he saw that his cock was still up
Joe's ass, in the mirror.

They lay like that--Joe on top of Mark--for sometime
glorying in what they had just done. Eventually Mark's limp
cock slipped out of Joe's ass as Joe rolled aside and lay
next to Mark. They just lay there, looking fixedly at the
ceiling, not saying a word to each other. The only sound in
the room was the sound of breathing of two exhausted but
sated bodies.

"Want a beer Mark?"

"Sure."

They sipped their beers in the den naked. They had not
cleaned up and the starchy remains of man juice stuck in
patches on their bodies. They watched the TV, each one
reveling in contentment.

"That was good."

"Yeah!"

Melinda still does not know why she was dumped. I should
know because I am Joe.



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