Hi Folks. This is an old story I wrote some time ago,
that some friends thought I should send it. I hope you enjoy it! As always,
I'd love to know what you think of it.
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Dreams Do Come True
I remember the night you first appeared to me.
I remember it well.
I was laying in the darkness. Alone, and sobbing quietly to my self at the
prospect of yet another night alone. When I opened my eyes, at your urging,
and found you sitting on the end of my bed I was scared out of my wits.
I can remember jumping back and hitting my head on the end of the bed.
"Who are you?" I almost screamed at you.
"I'm your fairy god-mother Peter, I'm here to help you."
"Yeah right, and I'm really Peter Pan" I snapped back.
You just smiled at me. And it made me even more nervous.
"What do you want?"
"Only to help you through your troubled times."
"And what troubled times are those?" I asked. You then proceeded to tell me
more about myself than even I thought I knew. And that was the scariest
thing of all.
You knew about the time that I almost set fire to the house when I was nine
years old. You knew about the time that I stole the lollies from the corner
store (both times). And you knew about the time that I went home from school
with my friend Paul one lunchtime and we played show and tell.
You knew it all. But even after telling me all that, I still looked at you
through doubting, uncertain eyes.
"Prove it," I challenged.
You just smiled at me and said, "Alright then, name your fantasy."
"Oh, boy I'd really like to but I don't know if you'll want to hear this
one." I answered rather sheepishly.
"I'm your fairy god-mother Peter. So try me," you added. "You might be
And so, reluctantly I told you my tale. I told you my inner most secret, my
most heartfelt desire, all the while hoping like hell that you wouldn't be
too disgusted not to grant it for me.
* * * * *
We were on a school camp, and Bernie was a good friend of mine, but he was
in the year above me at school. It was late at night, and for some reason we
both found ourselves in the shower block at the same time.
We each stood beneath the stream of hot water coming from our own shower
nozzles. I could hear the water splashing against the sides of the shower
cubicle next door to me, and down onto the cement floor as Bernie cleansed
himself. I had never wished harder in all my life to be a drop of water,
than at that moment.
The water was steaming hot and I was washing myself, soaping up my crotch
and feeling the firmness of my own meat, thinking about what I'd like to be
doing with the boy next door. I didn't hear the change in the sound from
Bernie's cubicle. Unbeknown to me the water had stopped. I don't know what
it was that made me look around, but I did, and nearly dropped the soap when
I saw Bernie standing there behind me, his hand gently rubbing his own
crotch, caressing a semi hard penis.
I was scared. Too scared to move. This was something, which I had fantasised
about ever since I had first met him and now that the opportunity had
presented itself I was too scared to move.
"Shit", I thought to myself, trembling and slowly turning away from the best
opportunity I'd had in a long while, not knowing what I should do.
I thought for a moment, and after sensing that my own penis had risen to the
occasion, telling me what it was I should do, I then turned back to face my
There was no one there.
"Fuck," I thought to myself.
I stuck my head out from the cubicle and looked towards the stools where our
clothes sat. Bernie was there drying himself off and didn't notice me
staring at him. I studied him for a long while. That firm ass and golden
body. Those bulging biceps and strong shoulders. It was difficult to believe
he was just seventeen. I had never seen a body like that up to that point in
time, and come to think of it I haven't ever seen one like that since.
He turned around towards me, a gentle smile on his face. I grinned back,
then once again overcome by shyness nervously retreated into the cubicle,
and that is where I stayed.
He finished dressing and I heard the sound of his boots on the hard floor.
They grew softer and softer and before long there was only the sound of the
water still running over my body.
I fumbled for the tap and turned it off, then stepped out into the emptiness
and dried myself off, before dressing and slowly making my way back to the
caravan where I found my friend already in his bed. I don't know if he was
still awake or not, but I guessed he would have been.
Neither of us has ever spoken of that night from that day to this, but there
has hardly ever been a day go by when I hadn't thought, "What if?"
* * * * *
You were silent for a long while after I had finished speaking. You showed
no emotions at all and I could only guess what it was you were thinking.
When you spoke it was without bitterness or disgust. Surprisingly you spoke
with what seemed to me to be compassion.
"Your wish then is to relive that night?" you asked kindly.
I nodded and a smile came over your face.
"Your wish is granted," and with that there was a puff of smoke and you were
gone. I rubbed my eyes, but the smoke was still there and when finally it
had cleared I could feel the coldness of the wet cement under my feet and
hear the running of water in a shower.
The smoke became steam and believe it or not I was back in that shower block
and the year was 1980, not 2001.
"Hurry up or I'll take all the hot water," I heard a familiar voice say.
Looking down at myself, I found that I was wearing nothing but a towel. This
was getting weirder and weirder by the minute. Slowly I edged over towards
the shower cubicle and there he was, just as I remembered him all those
years ago, his body the picture of perfection I'd always remembered it to
I walked towards the shower cubicle and as I did so I passed a mirror,
mounted firmly on the wall. It was covered with a thin coating of mist but
as I passed it something didn't look quite right. I stopped and wiped my
hand over its cold surface and then realised what it was that was wrong when
I saw my own reflection. I was seventeen again and I was speechless.
"You gonna take a shower or what?" I heard him ask. We looked at each other;
his eyes were just as dark and mysterious as I'd remembered them to be. I
"Good," he answered.
I pulled off the towel, which was wrapped around me and threw it over onto
the stool where, much to my surprise I found all my clothes sitting. Then
slowly I headed into the second cubicle and turned on the steaming hot
water, letting it run through my hair and down over my body, letting it warm
me right through. For a moment I almost forgot why I was here, but with
little prompting I felt my loins stirring, just as they had done those many
I reached for the soap and lathered up my crotch, enjoying the firmness of
my own meat, thinking about what I'd like to be doing with the boy next
door. I didn't hear the change in the sound from Bernie's cubicle. Unbeknown
to me the water had stopped. I don't know what it was that made me look
around, but I did, and nearly dropped the soap when I saw Bernie standing
there behind me, his hand gently rubbing his own crotch, caressing a semi
I froze - yet again, but this time I wasn't going to make the same mistake.
I faced him and took my penis in hand, rubbing my hand over its full length.
Bernie did likewise and I motioned with my head for him to come into the
cubicle with me.
He smiled, stepping forward to join me, our faces so close they almost
touched, our bodies so close they brushed against one another, sending
shivers down my spine. I placed a hand on his shoulder and pulled him yet
closer, leaning my head into his. Our lips touched, tentatively at first,
then with all the eagerness of the teenagers we were we ground into each
other, our tongues exploring each other mouths, our hands exploring what had
been, until now, forbidden territory. We were hungry for each other.
It was better than I had ever imagined it to be, the feeling of someone so
close, touching you, wanting you, was like nothing I had ever imagined. As
the hot water continually ran over our writhing bodies we explored territory
that we had only ever dreamed of.
Bernie pushed me back against the wall of the cubicle and quickly dropped to
his knees. His mouth found its way to the end of my penis and he quickly
swallowed the full length of my meat, his lips moving down along it and
sending a shiver through my loins, which ran the full length of my spine.
The pressure was building; I could feel it, as Bernie moved his mouth up and
down my full length. He reached the head of my meat and sucked on it as it
slipped from his mouth. The feeling was unreal, I thought I was going to
explode, then he tantalised me by licking my meat down its full length. When
he reached my balls his mouth opened and wrapped around one of them. He
sucked hard on it and I closed my eyes as a shudder went through my entire
body and then, when I thought it couldn't possibly get any better my friend
slipped his hand between my legs, gently running his fingers along the crack
of my ass until he reached my tender butthole.
His lips ran back up to the head of my penis and once again wrapped
themselves around my hardened meat as his fingers played for a moment around
the edges of my hole, with my ass quivering with anticipation, then gently
he started pushing a finger into the recess. It was a tight fit at first but
as my body grew used to the intrusion I could feel the tension there ebb
away and his finger began to move in and out with ease.
My body shook as the pressure once again built up in my loins. His lips were
wrapped around my penis and his finger was moving in and out of my hole and
my balls felt as if they were on fire. I thought briefly about the feelings
I got when I wanked myself and then thought that there was no way that could
be compared to this.
Bernie seemed to sense that I was on fire and his motions quickened, his
head bobbing up and down on my meat and his fingers moving rhythmically in
and out. I was going to explode, I could feel it, and the moment was drawing
closer and closer.
I groaned as I felt the first sensation of ejaculation and then moments
later the juice rushed forth, being pumped along the full length of my meat
and into the well of Bernie's mouth.
He sucked and sucked as my cum filled his mouth, the relief was enormous and
the feeling was sensational, unlike anything I had ever experienced. When
finally he had finished sucking me out I relaxed back against the wall of
the shower and he licked the head of my meat, his tongue sending renewed
shivers through my body and when his finger was pulled from my butt hole I
shook all over.
I closed my eyes and slowly I felt him pull away and stand up, licking my
stomach and chest, running the tip of his tongue around the edge of my
nipples and moving slowly ever upwards.
His own meat, hard and inviting, brushed against me and tentatively I
reached for it, taking it in my hand just as his mouth met mine. I pushed my
tongue through his lips and his mouth opened and it was then that I got my
first ever taste of cum as my own cream ran back down into my mouth, being
pushed along by his tongue. The saltiness surprised me but I enjoyed the
taste all the same and when Bernie's hand gently stroked my neck I
We kissed for a few moments more as I continually wanked him and then slowly
he put his hands on my shoulders and motioned for me to turn around. Slowly
I did so, a little nervous about his intentions. His hand once again reached
down between the cheeks of my ass, his fingers tenderly searching for my
butt hole. When he found it the tip of a finger was gently pushed inside as
the tender flesh quivered. His body leant against mine, I could feel his
hardened penis pushing against my skin, although he didn't try to enter me
with it just yet, he kept pushing his finger in and out, trying to loosen me
up a little.
I groaned when he pushed a second finger in as well, pushing deep into me
and when these were slipping in and out with ease, my butt hole quivering
with excitement, he pulled the fingers from my recess and replaced them with
the head of his delicious penis. He was gentle, for which I was grateful,
but with some firmness he pushed his head inside me. I groaned and a tear
came to my eyes, that first thrust was painful, sending a shudder through my
body and he soon withdrew, but this only left my butt hole twitching for
He soaped up his meat and once again he pushed, this time going deeper into
me. Once again there was the shot of pain which sent a jolt through my body,
but it was easier on me this time and he pushed a little further in before
starting to pull out. This time he didn't come all the way out though, when
the head of his meat reached my butt hole he stopped and then started
pushing again, going deeper again before starting to withdraw.
By now things were moving easily and he started moving his penis in and out
as my body shook with some excitement. The motions grew harder and harder,
faster and faster and my groans became louder and louder. He was becoming
frenzied in his motions and I could feel the tension building inside him.
The moment was drawing near, I could feel it and when at last he started to
moan himself I knew he was about to cum.
I felt the shudder go through his body when he exploded and felt his heat
inside me. This was a night of new experiences for me, leaving me hungry for
much, much more of the same.
When finally we parted, both of us collapsing onto the floor of the cubicle,
we were spent. We smiled at each other and I reached forward, running my
fingers through his thick black hair.
"I never knew it could feel so good," I said to him almost breathlessly. He
just smiled back, taking my hand and kissing my fingers.
"I've been waiting for this night for quite a while," he whispered. "I only
hope I don't have to wait as long for the next time."
"Not a chance," I whispered back to him.
We embraced and I moved my body around to be next to him, placing my arm
around him and pulling him to me. He leant against my chest, his hand over
my heart, and in that position I think we fell asleep, with the hot water
still cascading down over us.
* * * * *
When I finally awoke, sitting bolt upright, I was back in my own bed once
again. I remembered every detail of what had happened, realising that it
must have only been a dream. I looked around me. It was morning and the sun
was shining through the windows. I looked around me. There was no fairy
godmother, there was no shower cubicle and there was no cold wet cement.
There was no Bernie either, and that was the worst of it. Reluctantly I
dragged myself from bed to get ready for work.
The day dragged on and on, I couldn't get my dream out of my head. I
wondered where Bernie was now, the last I had heard he was flying aeroplanes
somewhere up in Queensland. Maybe I could find out from one of his brothers
or sisters, whom I knew still lived in town. When finally the day was over I
dragged myself home, parking the car in the carport of the flat I lived in
and heading first to the mailbox at the front of the flats, just as I did
There was mail in there, mostly junk mail though, but a couple of bills and
a couple of letters as well. One letter was from my mother but I didn't
recognise the writing on the other and curiously I ripped it open and
started reading it as I headed up the steps to my front door.
I know it's been a while mate, but I just wanted to send
you a quick note to let you know that I'll be home for my sisters wedding in
a couple of weeks. I thought it'd be good for us to catch up on old times,
if that's alright with you. I'm looking forward to having a yarn over a
drink or two. My phone number is (07) 5555 1234, give me a call and we'll
work something out.
I almost bumped into the door, I was so engrossed in the letter, and with
shaking hands I fumbled for my keys, finally managing to make it inside. My
spirits soared as I switched on the lights and headed for the chair which I
had sitting beside the telephone.
With shaking hands I picked it up and started dialing the numbers.
"Dreams do come true," I thought to myself as I dialed the last number, and
then I heard the ring at the other end, followed by a click and a familiar
voice saying, "Hello."
I thought I was in seventh heaven.