Date: Mon, 31 Jan 2011 00:41:09 -0500 From: Full Name Subject: The Dream We sat together he in my lap and his hardness pressing against my belly. He tilted his head slightly, stared into my eyes and smiled and I melted into his godamndable beauty. I leaned in and he met me with a kiss, our lips parted, his sea blue eyes only closing at the embrace. I held him in my arms as you would a small child or infant and our tongues met in passion. He moaned a low boyish moan as his hips began to move, his hardness pushing slowly against my flesh. He broke our kiss and leaned back his eyes closed in the pain of passion, dark eyelashes touching smooth soft cheeks. I stroked down his back drinking in the smoothness of his skin with my palms, until I held his round firm cheeks in my hands. My hardness rubbed against his skin as we found our rhythm and I helped him move with my hands that cradled the satin smooth globes of his bottom. His head was tilted back and to the left and and I leaned in to kiss along his chin and neck. He moaned again softly and pressed against me, his small penis, hot and hard, as only a boys can be. His small arms were around my shoulders and his hands grasped the back of my neck. His neck was so amazingly smooth and soft I could see blue veins beneath the pale pink skin. I leaned in once more to lick and suckle that skin and he moaned, his cock moving with and insistent smooth rhythm, driving deeply against my stomach. Again I kissed down his neck and tasted of his flesh around soft shoulders and chest. He moaned this time slightly louder his face clenched in passion and drove into me harder, stronger, his small fingers grinding into the back of my neck. Once, twice, three times he pushed and I could feel the hot wetness erupting against me again and again. I cried out as well, the passion I felt for my boy overcoming my very heart and soul. "Yes my beautiful love, Yes my beautiful boy" I repeated as my hands pressed his rear shoving his hard little self into me. "My god, yes" I whimpered seeing his body overcome in the throws of passion. And then he leaned into me, his arms wrapping around me holding us together and I did the same my long arms wrapping completed around his small frame. His face rested against my chest and he kissed me there and I in turn kissed his forehead and ran my cheeks through his soft, wavy brown hair. I could feel his heart pounding beneath that small heaving chest and I knew he felt mine too. God I loved him and Lusted after him and I knew he bathed in it like soaking in a hot steamy bath. I had not reached orgasm and I did not need to for I was consumed by the earth shattering, beautiful thing I had just been a part of. In my forty years upon this earth I finally found that moment that takes ones breath away the moment beyond all that had come before and perhaps all that will ever come again. I had lost my virginity with his and there are no words to describe the power and passion of it all.