Date: Mon, 19 Jan 2004 00:17:05 -0500 From: Eric L Subject: EROTIC DREAMS - Number 1 EROTIC DREAMS - Number 1 - Joshua and Benjamin A story of male-male ('gay') sex by Eric L. Email, send to Eric: Erotic_Dreams_Story@hotmail.com THIS STORY IS ENTIRELY UNTRUE AND FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY. It does not represent my actions or anyone else's. I claim a right to have fantasies that I never did and will never do, and to have fun with them and share them with others like-minded, for entertaining reading and feedback. --Eric L. EROTIC DREAMS will be one-chapter quickies, each about a different HIGH SCHOOL student. Each part or chapter will stand alone, so there is no continuation. Usually, the STUDENT will be the MAIN CHARACTER. Occasionally, the student's sex partner is the main character. Sex partners will be mostly other high- school students, but can be a bit younger, junior high, or older, 19 to 25+ etc. _________________________________________________________________ EROTIC DREAMS - Number 1 IF UNDER LEGAL AGE, DO NOT READ! Joshua and Benjamin ```````````````````````````````` "I'm Josh McDaffer," I said to the new student. "Hi," he said blushing, "I'm Bob Mendalian." "Nice to meet you," we both said. I had found out only one thing about Bob before actually getting to meet him: He had math class with my heartthrob, Benjamin Dardel. "Hey," I said to Bob, as if I just thought of it out of the blue, "You got math class with Benjamin, don't you?" "Yeah! Let's see," Bob said, "Benjamin is your brother, right?" "You think I'm good looking, like him?" I said to Bob. There was a slight resemblance, but I didn't think THAT much. No matter, I felt good that Bob thought I looked like Benjamin. "Yeah--but, um, you guys ARE brothers, right??" Bob repeated. "Me and Benjamin? Well, no, sorry. I wish," I said-- blushing as soon as I said, 'I wish.' "Oh." Bob got a strange look on his face. "I mean, Benjamin is such a cool guy, who WOULDN'T want him for a brother?" I was making it worse. "Oh, yeah, right, Josh," Bob said, being polite. I screwed up--saying what I said--but Bob was being really nice about it. Deep down, I'm sure Bob thought I was gay. I AM gay, but I wasn't trying to reveal my secret to Bob the new student. It was Benjamin I was interested in, and had been for over two years. He was a fellow student at my high school, my age. With all the opportunities I had to talk with him, I was intimidated, and I probably knew less about Benjamin that anyone else in the school. Funny, I was farthest from the one I wanted to be closest to. I was 16 years old, a junior, and jacked off to thoughts of Benjamin more than any one other single thing in the world. He was tall, thin, blonde; his face was to die for, his eyes were a deep blue, his skin and teeth and everything else was so perfect. I wanted him--I would shake sometimes, seeing him. Benjamin was in my gym class, but I never had the courage to shower after that class. I just couldn't--knowing HE would be in that shower room and I would get a drastic, serious hardon just KNOWING Benjamin was in there. At least I could get dressed real quick and hide my boner while everyone else was in the shower. But I usually managed to watch from the door to the equipment room as Benjamin got out of the shower and dried himself. He would get half hard sometimes. I would lose my breath, sneak into the equipment room and try to get my dick out of my pants before cum blasted out of it. Benjamin was a big talker, so when everyone else was leaving the locker room, he was still talking--and still dressing. I followed him around the school whenever I could, and I came to one conclusion: Benjamin never peed. I wanted to see his dick so bad, but he never went into the boys room--and we had several of them. I am still tempted to ask one of his closer friends about it, but I realized how weird it would sound to ask why someone never seems to pee. Well, he HAD to go--I just was never there when he did. After last class that day, I went to the boys room on first floor, and it was so full that I went up to second floor. There were only two other guys at the urinals. We had separate ones but they had no partitions. I kept my head down as I approached the urinals so I wouldn't see the other guys--(if either of the guys taking a pee were cute, it would be disastrous if I saw them, and embarrassing because I'd probably get hard). Better for me not to see them and pretend that they're anonymous, I thought. So, I finally get to a urinal, unzip, and take out my almost- soft dick. That's when one of the guys zipped up and left. Well, that was good, but just as he was going through the exit door, he coughed and startled me. I looked up out of instinct. As that guy left, I noticed the one other guy at the urinals was almost in clear view. My head automatically turned in that direction. It was Benjamin! And he was only one urinal away. The first thing I did after I saw that beautiful face was to finally get a really good look at Benjamin's penis. I couldn't believe how beautiful it was. I didn't care what size, but it was nice to see, and I had assumed, his was bigger than mine. The problem was, I was getting hard fast. And feeling pleasantly dizzy. I looked straight ahead, like my eyes would burn a hole in the tile in front of me. I didn't have to look down to know that my 6-1/2 inches wasn't getting any smaller. What else could I do--with my heart thumping over Benjamin, who was standing with his dick out, no more than three feet away from me? I felt the blush start, high in my face. Then I knew I REALLY had a problem. Benjamin was to my left, but the door was to my right. He would need to look right at me and pass behind me to make his exit. He would see my blush and my hardon, and he would KNOW. I finally looked down at my cock to survey how bad it was. It was one of those extra-strength hardons, where the tip practically points straight up, pre-cum drips down the shaft, and you know once you get started you could probably come three times in a row. "Hey Josh, what's up?" came Benjamin's friendly, well- modulated voice. I jumped. I was never so surprised in my life. As much as I wanted to talk with him, I could have died that he picked this time to start a conversation. "I don't know--nothin' much," I said lamely. I know I blushed more, because I was thinking that I knew damn well what was up. And I hoped that Benjamin didn't see it--but he had the right line of sight to get a really good look at my red face and my dick. I grit my teeth. I couldn't stand looking straight ahead any longer, and stared openly at Benjamin's dick. I think I gasped. Benjamin was hard. There was an eerie silence. The halls had emptied out. Probably everyone else was gone. I was alone with Benjamin and we were both boned to the max. Even though I was not aggressive, and even though I'd probably never have Benjamin, I thought of him as mine. I looked again. Benjamin was stroking slowly. My heart pounded. My hand tried not to, but it followed his example, only slower. I groaned. "Let's do it," Benjamin said, with a lift of his chin. "What?" I said stupidly. I had been raised never to say 'what' when needing the other person to repeat his question. "Josh, don't get mad, but--it's been obvious for a while that we want each other." I had to give that a second to penetrate my numbed brain. 'Don't get mad?' Was he kidding? Yeah, it was obvious I wanted him, but I had no clue he wanted ME! "Okay," I said uncertainly, still not looking right at him. "And I'm not mad." "I've been wanting you, Josh." "I didn't know. I wanted YOU--I mean, I still do," I said, shaking so bad I could hear a tremble in my voice. With another nod, Benjamin signaled me to join him in a stall. He stood. I went to him. He was so cool and calm. When he embraced me, his cock stuck out so far I had to bend over a little to fit myself around it. He kissed my neck. I did the same to him. I took his pants and mine all the way down, then embraced him again, discovering that we both had a good amount of precum. That's when I couldn't stand it any longer, and dropped to my knees, taking his beautiful, hot, godly cock into my mouth in one fluid motion. It was rock hard, and very, very warm. There was a little pause, and his hands so lovingly rested on my shoulders. That's when he leaned over, all of a sudden. "Holy shit!" Benjamin said, gently stroking his hips to plunge his dick in and out of my mouth, and cumming on the third stroke. I loved every single drop. After shutting his eyes tight and enjoying his climax, he looked right at me. I know he saw the exact moment when I swallowed his cum. He smiled at that. My whole body shook. "I'm gonna do the same to you, Josh. You're coming to my house." At that point, I would have gone anywhere with him. The control I knew he exercised over me wasn't a problem--it was thrilling. I smiled. "God, I finally got you," he said with his golden voice. He kissed my cheek. Was I hearing things? I didn't pinch myself. As we made our way to his house, I thought my cock would make a hole on my pants, I was so hard. I loved it when we got to his room and he confessed he had no clue how to suck, and would I show him? I thought he would be this egotistical, overly macho dude. Instead, he was the nicest, sweetest kid I could have asked for. "Tomorrow," he said, as I was leaving, and that one word was all I needed to know what he meant. This time, we kissed on the lips. Benjamin made me very happy. And he was making me confident. I was under no illusions of taking it slow with him. On the way home, I thought maybe tomorrow's lesson for him would be 'how to be a bottom.' Oh, well, if he didn't want the job, I'd take it. Who was I kidding--he had the lead and he knew it. The next day he fucked me, spanked me gently, sucked me-- and yeah, he insisted I fuck him back. Eventually, my submissiveness made him more dominant, and he became a total top. That's okay with me. It's been sixteen years, now, and I haven't tired yet of being dominated by my beautiful high-school sweetheart. I love him deeply, and his love is always with me. With Benjamin, the more submissive I am in bed, the more he tries to do for me at other times. And I don't know if being submissive had anything to do with kissing, but I get more than my share of kissing some nights. And that's way okay with me. Erotic_Dreams_Story@hotmail.com (END: EROTIC DREAMS - Number 1) (If you really liked Joshua and Benjamin, I may do a continuation or additional story about them later on--it depends on the email.) THANK YOU for reading. Should I keep going? Please let me know what you think. I really hope you like this episode,* and the whole idea of having one-chapter stories, and you write to me. Please send your Email to Eric, at: Erotic_Dreams_Story@hotmail.com (capitalization not required) I will write more if a whole bunch of you choose to write to me. I try not to open SPAM, whenever possible, so let me know your email is NOT spam by putting EROTIC DREAMS or EROTIC STORY in your subject line. If you are expecting me to answer your email and you get no reply, it's likely because you forgot to put one of those phrases, or something very similar in your subject line. If you have a criticism about the story, please say what it is, and then how you'd like me to fix the situation. If you praise something, it would mean a lot to me to know why you liked that. Thank you. --Eric erotic_dreams_story@hotmail.com EROTIC DREAMS - Number 1 - Joshua and Benjamin * NOTE: The use of the word EPISODE is not meant to imply serialization. Each chapter, part, or so-called episode is a complete story in itself.