Date: Wed, 23 Apr 2003 09:33:31 -0700 (PDT) From: Sterben Subject: Tales from my Sleep: Dream I - The One to Watch CONTENT ADVISORY The material contained within this story is not suitable for children and some adults. Reader's discretion is advised. This story contains male to male sexual intercourse. If you are uncomfortable with what you are reading, please hit the back button now. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. ------------------- DREAM I: The One to Watch Some people spend their entire lives in a closet. I spent sixteen years, and William was fifteen when he came out, and I'm the one who pulled him out. One night we were sitting on the couch watching some straight porn. We were sitting apart at first, but slowly, as we changed movies, I got closer to him. Eventually I placed my hand on his leg and he looked at me, puzzled. "What are you doing?" he asked. "I'm just getting comfortable," I replied. I removed my hand. A couple of minutes later my hand was back on his leg, this time I was gently rubbing it. "Why are you so tense? Relax. I don't bite." He stared at me, while placing his hand on mine. His energy flowed through his arm and through mine, energizing me in the process. I leaned over and kissed him softly on the cheek. He backed away. "I know you feel the same way I do, so prove it, let me kiss you." He paused, then placed his arms around me and let me kiss him deeply. He melted into my arms. We sat there kissing, biting and licking each other on the neck and face. I let one hand fall to his crotch, he was hard. Slowly I began to unzip his pants, his cock rolled from side to side in his briefs. He took off his T-shirt. I ran my tongue over his cute nipples sucking and biting each until he was on the verge of screaming. While my hand stroked his majestic cock under his briefs. I could tell by his breathing that he was about to cum. I pulled his briefs down to his ankles and started to lick his bulbous head. He was so engorged. My own cock stirred painfully in my pants, but I couldn't worry about that now. Gently I took the massive head into my mouth, letting the ball on my tongue press gently against the sensitive areas of his prick. He groaned with appreciation, and he'd thrust his cock deeper into my mouth. I could feel it in the back of my throat. I knew it wouldn't be long before he let go. He was holding it back. He tried to push me off, "this isn't right, I'm not gay," he gaspingly breathed out. I pulled off of him and stood up. "I'm not a fag," I said "just a whore, your whore." I pulled down my pants, freeing my cock from it's small tight prison. I rubbed my cock against his. He reached out to grab it, but this time I pulled away. "Not until I finish what I started." He lay there, motionless, his cock standing completely erect, covered in a glimmering layer of my spit. He stroked his cock furiously, the spit acting as a lubricant. "Andrew, will you please suck me. PLEASE ANDREW!" I got back between his legs and he pumped his cock in and out of my mouth. William let out sharp gasps as he came, his cock burst into my mouth with three plentiful explosions. I pulled myself from his grasp. He looked down on me and smeared the cum from my lips all over my face. I stood up again. "Sit on my lap," he said, "I want to jack you off." I did what he said. He stroked my cock angrily. "I'm not gay," he repeated with each stroke. "Of course you're not," I said as my cum flew over his hands. (c) 1995-present, Sterben Your feedback is always welcomed.