Date: Fri, 23 Jul 2010 01:40:08 +0100
From: Jim Smith <quiller688@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: The Dreamer

Apologies for any spelling errors, I checked but you know how these things
are.

I tried to move away from the usual overly sexed stories, this has its
basis in reality.

This is my first attempt and I imagine it shows.

Legal stuff is self-explanatory, I won't patronise you with the ins and
outs.

All rights reserved, if you attempt to reproduce this story I'll be
surprised then cross in that order.

Remarks (if you can be bothered) to quiller688@hotmail.co.uk


He was dreaming and he knew it would be with him at least for the rest of
the day, possibly beyond. He tried his best to stay in the dream world his
subconscious had created for him but noise from the real world conspired to
drag him out. He was fourteen and looked his age, his lack of confidence
was matched only by an abundance of self-doubt. Even although people around
him said otherwise, he could never take their word it, he couldn't such was
his lack of self belief.  He didn't dream often, far less in this detail
and with this content, it was incredibly bitter sweet to him. It was a
joyous dream-come-true dream and a nightmare rolled into one. He knew he
should allow the drone of the distant lawnmower to bring him to full
consciousness but still, he fought to let his body drift off so he might
burrow back into sleep.

The dream was detailed in places but vague in others. He stood looking down
on two of his friends as they toy-fought on a couch. He thought the place
looked familiar, it seemed to be a mish-mash of places he'd been with them
and some he hadn't. They wore shorts, dark in colour and long in the leg
ending above the knee, they might have been swimming trunks but their skin
was dry, he had no inkling what he was wearing, it hadn't figured in the
dream yet.

The two boys were also fourteen although to look at Craig, you'd never have
thought it, Darren was all boy though, only just fourteen. If you wanted an
example of healthy youth he'd be it, his skin glowed with health, the tan
was natural, there must've been Mediterranean blood somewhere down the
line. Dark haired and dark eyed and a body unvisited as yet by the ravages
of time and adult pursuits. Craig on the other hand was the opposite,
smaller even although he was the oldest, brown haired and dusky skinned,
the best word to describe him would be slight.  He might have been small
for his age but his shoulders were broad and his hips slender.

He watched the two boys laugh and fight, he wanted to join in, he had a
sense they knew he was there but felt if he did it would take away the
magic of the moment. Craig being much smaller wasn't fairing well; Darren
had him pinned. Time jumped in the dream, things paused as car doors
slammed outside in the street. Sighing deeply he tried to relax his body
and let his mind wander back into it. It started up, nothing much changed,
the video restarted on his inner screen, as they fought Craig's shorts got
tangled and tugged down, he laughed and tried to yank them back up but
Darren was getting carried away. This dream was getting interesting but the
real world was interfering badly.

He couldn't control the dream, but in it, he flopped down on the couch next
Craig and pushed the boy's shorts down at the front which is what he would
have done in real life if he had the courage, all of them were still
laughing. He noticed he himself was fully clothed, blue jeans and a thin
dark top, odd the details dreams throw up. For Darren there was nothing
sexual about it, humiliation was the aim so he said to him, "Come on then,
compare them" then reached over and tried to get the other boy's shorts
down. Laughing; Craig helped and duly; they came down.

His heart rate elevated, blood flowing more quickly, both threatened to
bring him closer to a waking state, he kept his eyes closed and returned
again. Less detail this time, he'd never seem either boy naked so his
subconscious was extrapolating. Their bodies were as they should be and
certainly Craig's cock looked nice not huge not small, slender though and
uncut, looking over at Darren though, he could see dark pubic hair but it
was as if the dream's bandwidth wasn't enough, there was no detail, it was
fuzzy and Darren covered himself with a hand. In the dream he told them to
compare properly, Darren wasn't keen and Craig laughed the idea off but
held his shorts down anyway, he reached over to Craig and began to toy with
his penis, he was most curious about it since the boy was so small, it was
a question a scale and proportion.

Darren laughed and faded slightly, more noise, a strimmer and a toddler
screaming. He was almost awake now, he could open his eyes and it would be
over. Instead, he forced his mind back, this time it was more imagination
and fantasy than dream but enough of it remained for him to delve back
in. After a short time his mind drifted deeper and allowed the dream to
coalesce again. This time although he could feel a sense of Darren being
present, he was no longer visible, it was like he knew the other boy was
watching with the same curiosity he knew he possessed in real life. He was
content to hold Craig's growing penis, the boy was still laughing, trying
to push his hand away, laughingly he kept stroking.

Thoroughly erect, he admired the smaller boy's dusky smooth skin, Craig had
moved and lay half against his chest, he could feel the smaller boy's
shoulder blade against his body. He stroked vigorously with a thumb and
three fingers then curled his fist around the hard smooth shaft and began
to work his hand up and down enthusiastically. The atmosphere had changed
now, no one was laughing, no hint of sex though. They were caught up in the
natural imperative. He knew Craig could feel the tingling deep in the base
of his cock; the boy was young for his age but not that naive.

Lying in the bed, he moved slightly and sighed. The dream had come back now
and it made him writhe under the thin summer sheet that clung to his
body. It was still an effort to maintain the dream; the outside world was
always in the background reminding him of a reality he wasn't keen on. His
eyes rolled under eyelids fringed with long lashes that people said were so
attractive, his lips full and pink parted and his tongue appeared for a
moment.

His hand gripped tightly and moved up and down as fast as he thought
comfort would allow.  It was dark in the dream, the real world had seen to
that but he could still feel Craig against him, he could sense the urgency
of his need. He knew the boy was close, he also knew that when the time
came the vulnerability of release would cause him to have second thoughts,
the nervous idea of an first orgasm with another person would overcome his
desire for pleasure. Sure enough, he felt Craig try to drag his hand away
and whimper a protest; but it was half-hearted, definitely not naive.

The dream had almost evaporated but in it, he felt Craig breath in
deeply. At the same time he released the pent up breath, his penis began to
tense rhythmically, he felt a sticky warmth land across his knuckles then
ooze down over his thumb. He stayed in the dream for as long as he could,
but it faded quickly. His only regret that he didn't get to see his friend
shoot.

Anyone watching the boy, would've have known he'd been dreaming. If they'd
been able to see under the summer sheets they'd be able to detect the
growing patch of damp in the crotch of the straining briefs the boy
wore. If they'd looked at the boys face, they'd also have seen the single
tear that formed from beneath one closed eyelid that then rolled over fair
skin into his hairline.

What they wouldn't know was, that would be the only overt display the boy
would ever show about what faced him that and every other day. They
wouldn't know the frustration, the bitter sweetness, the aloneness he
felt. They definitely wouldn't know that the essence of the dream he'd just
had would in turn haunt and enthrall him during the coming day, that he'd
try desperately to cling on to the feelings he experienced, the idea, the
notion of what went on in his dream.

Cameron felt the single tear roll over his skin and out of sight then
opened his eyes to the world and wondered if he'd ever find the courage to
act...