Date: Wed, 18 Aug 2004 05:16:39 -0700 (PDT) From: Fup Duck Subject: Under Pressure 9 DISCLAIMER: The typical warnings apply. Just don't do anything that will cause you to end up in a jail cell with a big guy named Bubba, who's looking for a 'wife.' OK, this chapter has a different feel than the previous ones. Just a forewarning - remember this dream and its contents are from an 11-year-old's mind. Also, in reality, David DID have a dream like this one, but all he can remember in complete detail are the locales and their "feelings", and that it was scary and sexy at the same time. So don't expect a blow-by-blow description of the intimacy, just experience the dream for what it was, a dream.... And, THANKS to those who are leaving feedback. Don't be shy about contacting me, I honestly don't bite...nibble, maybe, but not bite. <'Dream sequence' music starts here> Here is Chapter 9.... Fup ****************************************************************************** FROM CHAPTER 8 "Gross," he thought and reached down to grab the shirt he had discarded. Cleaning up, he thought, "I oughta do pretty good on the test tomorrow." Giggling to himself, he pulled up his briefs, and turned on his side, soon falling into the land of dreams. UNDER PRESSURE 9 - Dreams He was.....well, he wasn't sure where he was. It was some sort of factory. It had to be night time because the machinery wasn't running, and only a few lights were on. Deep, almost tactile shadows covered most of the space, and the ceiling was invisible. He almost knew this place, it was on the edge of his memory, but stayed just out of reach. A sense of fear hung over this place, invading David's thoughts. He was dressed in shorts, t-shirt and sneakers and somehow, had ended up in the midst of this maze of machinery. The horror of being lost in a strange place was beginning to settle on him as he started to wander aimlessly through the shadows. He wasn't really scared, like horror-movie scared, but he felt 'disconnected." No sound broke the silence of this place, wherever it was. His sneakers barely made a whisper on the concrete floor. Somehow he knew if he made any sound, he would be deeply in trouble. His wandering was almost reverent, looking up at the machines as he passed them, his was awestruck at the power he sensed lurking just inside those metal sides. Still, no sound. Stopping in the shadow one of these machines, he looked around him, trying to sense movement - or to catch a glimpse of someone or something in the cones of light cast by the night lights in the invisible ceiling. No movement, no sound, just him in these endless rows of machines. Then, just at the edge of his hearing, "This way." Straining his ears to be sure he wasn't hearing things, he listened again. "This way." Then a louder sound - the sound of some big switch being thrown as some of the ceiling lights went out. Strangely, he didn't feel as scared as he thought he should. The direction came again, along with more lights being turned out. After a few minutes, there were only a few cones of light shining in the dark. Another "This way" came to the edge of his hearing and he began to follow the row of lights still shining. He wandered for what seemed like hours through the factory, but noticed as he walked, the fear he felt earlier was beginning to go away. Eyes focused on the pathway lit for him, and no longer hearing anything, he finally passed out of the last of the rows of machines into a loading bay area. A strange loading bay though, there were boxes and crates lying around, but only one small door directly opposite of where he emerged from the machines, no huge garage doors like should be in a loading dock. Now he began to get scared. He KNEW that as soon as he crossed this open area, he would be attacked. By what? He didn't know, but he felt safer wandering among the machines on his journey here. A safety light in a metal cage burned just above the door, giving some sense of normalcy. Without realizing it, he took a tentative step toward the door. The sound of a crate falling over startled him and he turned to run back into the relative safety of the machines, but the only thing there was a block wall. He was committed. He heard a shuffling, breathing sound from the crates on his right. He had to go. And it HAD to be NOW. He began to sprint across the bare expanse of concrete. He heard the crate monster become aware of his presence and the sound of a pile of crates falling behind him spurred him to a record- setting pace toward the door. He KNEW it was right behind him, he could sense it. If he stumbled, or even looked back over his shoulder, he was in deep trouble. He reached the door, seemingly just inches ahead of his pursuer, wrenched it open to be faced with.... Sunlight, a park along a stream, groups of trees spread across the manicured grass. The park was empty. The warmth of the patches of sunlight he walked through telling him that the crate monster couldn't come here. Turning around, no factory in sight, he knew he was safe. But safe where? Did it even matter? Walking along a well groomed stone path, he passed benches, water fountains, trash cans. No sounds though, not even the singing of birds or the sound of the stream. Weird, definitely. Then ahead, another bench, and there was someone sitting on it. Smiling, David approached the person. It was a boy. But another weird thing, David couldn't make out what the boy looked like. His eyes couldn't quite seem to focus on the boy's face. A feeling of recognition passed over him and he sensed the boy smile as he held out his hand. There was no danger here, he could tell. He KNEW this boy....or knew of him. Enough to be completely comfortable in this vacant park. He took the boy's offered hand and the boy pulled him into a hug. What a wonderful feeling! The boy released David and began to walk further into the park, across the grass. David giggled and began to follow, catching up and taking the boy's hand in his. He felt the boy squeeze his hand then begin to run. Surprised, David's hand was empty, the boy running ahead of him, zigzagging across the grass. David ran after him. Chasing each other through the patches of sun they soon tired of the game and threw themselves on the ground side by side, arms touching. Not even close to feeling winded, David relaxed beside the boy, closing his eyes. Sensing the other boy's movement, he opened his eyes to find the boy's face just inches above his own. Still not able to focus his eyes enough to identify the boy, he laid there as the boy's lips met his own. The kiss lasted long enough for David to realize his dick was hard. This fact was soon confirmed by the boy's hand sliding down his stomach to his crotch and gently squeezing David's hardness. David slowly moved his hand, making the first scary contact with the mystery boy's chest. It was bare. "Oh my gawd," thought David, "we're naked! In public!" That feeling was almost immediately replaced by a feeling of 'rightness' as David's hand moved slowly down the silky skin, brushing over the other boy's hard nipples - and even lower, across his stomach, and finally to the boy's rock hard erection. He KNEW what to do! As if reading his mind, the other boy began to slide his hand over David's hard dick. Sighing to himself, David began to masturbate the other boy as well. Their lips met again as they pleasured each other, exploring the other boy's body with their hands and fingers. His eyes closed, David felt the boy speed up his strokes, as he ran the tip of his tongue over David's lips. "He wants to french kiss me," thought David with a little bit of fear, "but everyone says you only do that with girls." Lost in his thoughts, David didn't realize he had relaxed his mouth enough to allow the boy's tongue inside. David shuddered at the feeling he was having as he began to kiss back, his reluctance changing into another feeling that he didn't really know the word for, but was amazing. Soon after their tongues touched and began to wrestle, David felt the boy stiffen. Knowing what was happening, David began to speed up his stroking, wanting to give the boy as much pleasure as he could. Soon he could feel the boy's dick begin to pulse, and felt his orgasm through his hand. The boy sucked hard on David's tongue as he released his seed on his lower belly. David felt himself go over the edge, his boycream oozing out onto the boy's hand. The intensity of his orgasm took every ounce of strength out of him. He closed his eyes once more, relaxing next to this unknown boy, happy. Sensing a face above him again, he smiled and opened his eyes, wanting once again to lose himself in this boy. "MOM!" he cried in horror as his eyes opened to find his mother's concerned face inches above his. He frantically looked around, and saw his darkened bedroom, his mother's face above him and her hand reaching for his forehead. He glanced at the alarm clock and saw the time, 2:30 AM. Surprised at her son's outburst, but still not raising her voice, she whispered, "Are you feeling ok, hon? You must have been having a bad dream." "A bad dream?" Mistaking David's tone for one of confusion, she answered, "Yes, you were moaning and thrashing around on your bed, you must have had a doozy." Doing a quick self-check, David discovered that he was still under the covers, his erection trapped inside his briefs. Breathing a small sigh of relief, the thought of being discovered in the middle of a sexy dream with a hard dick by of all people, his mother, now at the back of his mind, he muttered, "Yeah, must have been something else." "I'll leave the bathroom light on for you, in case it comes back," said his mother, getting up off the side of his bed. "That's ok, I don't think it will," said David. "Well, if you're sure....." "Yeah mom, it's ok." "Ok, then g'night, David," she whispered. "Night mom" Rolling back onto his side, David curled up again, wanting above everything else to have another 'bad dream' like that. As he drifted off, he hoped he could get back to that park, he hoped the boy was still there, he hoped that he would be able to see him clearly, he hoped...... ****************************************************************************** Well, there ya go. I'm sure the 'mind doctors' out there could interpret David's dream, but what's the point? 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