Date: Wed, 16 Apr 2014 15:24:32 +0000
From: lukeychat@hotmail.com
Subject: Mysterious Seduction

Hi there, I am 39 and married but have a gay fantasy that I need to get off
my chest but for obvious reasons it's not something I can talk to my wife
or friends about. I hope this can be a place where I can express these
desires and you are all understanding. Perhaps I can get some constructive
feedback and hopefully some correspondence from men who feel the same or
want to explore these ideas and the feelings they ignite.

Over the past few years I have had a recurring dream and it's one of those
dreams that when I awake I ache physically, emotionally and mentally. I
find myself wishing I could slip back into that dream world where
forbidden, illicit sexual awakenings await me. I always feel palpably
crestfallen when I accept that the chances of my dream coming true in my
waking reality are slim to non existent. The knowledge it was all just a
dream, a dream which might or might not visit my dream scape again gives me
tangible pangs of regret.

In my dream I am alone sleeping in my house and I awake hearing some
movement downstairs. I put on my robe and go down stairs.

As I go into my living room the door swings shut behind me and there is a
strange man standing silently there. My heart flips.

He is like no man I have ever seen before, he is wearing nothing but a pair
of shiny leather riding boots and a masquerade mask with a belt around his
lithe bare waist (slung arrogantly low on his hips) from which hangs a
riding crop. Unlike all the men I know he is neither muscular or fat, hairy
or big boned. His body is shapely and sensual in a boyish (almost feminine
way) but he is unmistakably a man emanating a raw sexual power and an air
of total confidence. His skin is smooth and alabaster, shimmering sensually
in the moonlight which spills through the window. I can see goose bumps and
light freckles on his thighs and arms and a shock of bushy black pubic hair
under his belly button. There is a mole which looks like a beauty spot on
the pale skin of his left inner thigh and his uncut penis sways with the
weight of his engorged arousal, bounces and dangles towards the beauty spot
on his inner thigh. I'm stunned, breathless and captivated by his body and
erection and cannot tear my eyes away. I'm wracked with conflicting
emotions; fear, shock, fascination and a deep tingling in the depths of my
tummy like a million butterflies are about to burst out of my belly
button. My mind is full of questions. Who is he? What does he want? What is
going to happen to me? Why does he have a riding crop hanging from his
belt? And most of all why is he naked?

I can see the veins in his manhood throbbing, they are visibly dark under
the flawless pale epidermis of his shaft. His foreskin tapers becoming a
pouting pink rose of sensual flesh which glistens with a light
moisture. The tip of his swaying penis seems to point right at me and
bounces rhythmically as he moves.

He closes the space between us quickly and silently like a phantom.

I find myself looking into his grey eyes as he stares out from behind his
mask, I feel his breath on my lips as he grabs the sash around my waist and
throws it to the ground before pulling my robe open exposing my vulnerable
body to the cool air.

I try in vain to cover my nudity with my hands but he slaps my hands
effortlessly away as if they were flies and suddenly I feel his hands all
over me. Slithering on my sensitive body, silky sensations envelope me as
his fingers and palms explore my bare thighs and dip into my belly button
making me gasp. His smooth sensuous arms encompass me, pulling my nude
wriggling body to his.

His fleshy bare thighs surround me as his arms keep me enfolded and his
hands slither across my back and gingerly caress my exposed posterior.

His penis slides next to mine.

Succulent throbbing warmth making my stomach damp and crushing my penis as
he rocks his body causing his meaty erection to thrust lustfully against my
shamefully aroused penis. It can only have been seconds since he first
touched me but it seems like an eon. I gasp and whimper as the reality of
my helpless acquiescence to his unspoken carnal demands dawns on me.

He puts his finger on my lips and speaks for the first time. Says in a
husky -slightly camp and unmistakably gay- voice

"I've been watching you Luke"

I realise I'm more erect for him than I have ever been for anyone else. My
penis is so hard it hurts but that pain feels so right, so good, I welcome
it.

I whimper.

"who who are you?"

He takes my hand and guides it to his belt and I feel the riding crop
hanging down his outer thigh. He says hypnotically

"think of me only as The Visitor Luke" "your visitor" "I am a teacher, a
lover and a person you will learn to fear as much as you desire"

He is burning a hole in the centre of my consciousness and I begin to shake
uncontrollably as his pale alabaster nudity slides against my vulnerable
naked body. I feel as if I am slipping into a trance. A trance I may not be
able to awaken from.

Suddenly I cry out

"please stop"

He says

"think carefully before you answer" "Why are you begging me to stop"

I whisper in a shaky voice

"because I'm not gay" "you have made your point and I don't think I can
take much more" "you are breaking me"

He takes my hand off his riding crop and guides it to his manhood and I
hold his most intimate place, (feeling it's warmth, it's weight, it's
power) then he says.

"gay or not I want you to bare your soul to me, you cannot hide the truth
from me and you don't have to" "what we are sharing now is our thing, no
one in the universe knows"

As he talks he, gingerly thrusts his hips pumping my hand with his penis
and adds

"now tell me how you really feel deep in your soul Luke"

I caress his dangling sensually engorged erection, look up into his eyes
and feel like it truly is just me and him alone, naked floating through the
empty universe. It gives me the feeling of the deepest most intimate
connection to him. I whisper.

"I feel like I truly belong for the first time in my life"

"I feel your body against mine and I feel owned, useless, helpless but
wanted"

"I want nothing more than to please you, obey you, worship you"

He theatrically raises his finger to my eyes then traces it down his body,
across his stomach pausing to circle his belly button then slows his pace
as he reaches his manhood. He suggestively traces his finger up and down
the length of his manhood, finally he dips his finger in the pouting lips
of his foreskin and as he pulls his finger away bringing a silky thread of
clear liquid with it. He raises his finger to my mouth and traces it around
my lips coating my lips in the liquid from his manhood.

He then plunges his finger into my mouth and says

"this is your destiny Luke"

I suck his finger as he leans in to my ear (his breath on my neck making me
shiver) and whispers

"bow down before me Lukey"

I fall to my knees and cling to his bare thigh like a damsel in distress
and kiss the beauty spot on his inner thigh as my erect penis touches his
riding boot; then I kiss his pouting pink foreskin as his silky juice
glistens on my lips and I say


"I give I give I give"

My body shivers and he stands victorious. Hands on hips, a booted foot on
my crotch -crushing my aching penis- and the tip of his magnificently
erotic penis touching the tip of my nose.

I cry out

"I love you"

And like a ghost he is gone.

I awake fully erect, wet and sticky still half in my dream world unable to
fathom it was all just a dream. I can still feel him, see him, taste him
and remember his musky nude scent.

End