Date: Sat, 23 Sep 2023 22:08:41 -0700
From: TriadSync <boysofeternity@gmail.com>
Subject: Boys Of Eternity Part 4

Hello! This is my submission for my story "Boys Of Eternity" listed in
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BOYS OF ETERNITY:  The Land of Dreams (Part 4)

Sitting in the dark on my bed, I thought of the recent escapades Alex and
I had. I couldn't believe he was turned on by and tasted the dirty filth
from my ass. And much more, I couldn't believe I was turned on by
watching him do it, and even kissing him and tasting it from his mouth
and tongue.

Every time that boy was near me, I lost myself and I couldn't say no. I
wanted do anything and everything with him. I also couldn't believe that
he was actually in love with me. It was what I had always wanted. I had
to keep telling myself not to listen to my mind, and to keep believing
and listening to my heart.

If I wasn't able to feel Alex's presence as a oneness with me, I
probably would have tried to talk myself into thinking it wasn't
logically possible. Yet, there I was, alone on my bed, and I could feel
his presence merged with mine, even though we were a few miles apart at
this very moment. Eyes closed or open, I could still feel Alex, as if his
very soul was entwined with mine. At the very core, it was beautiful and
fulfilling. And on the outer edges of that satisfying feeling, I still
felt alone, as if there was something missing.

It was late, and I didn't want to wake him if he was sleeping. However,
it was a Friday night, so we didn't actually have school the next day. I
picked up my phone and stared at it. I was about to tap my screen and
unlock it, when it dinged and gave me a notification of a text from Alex.

Alex:  I really miss you. Really sorry if this text wakes you up

Me:  hi! you didn't wake me, was wide awake thinking of you, about to
text you.

Alex:  we're starting to think alike, huh?

Me:  seems like it. I like that

Alex:  I asked my mom n dad... if you wanna come over tomorrow and stay
the night they saif yessss.

Alex:  meant to say "said"

Me:  OMG! Reallky??? I'd LOVE to!!!

Me:  I can't type when I'm excited ^_^ I'll ask my parents first thing
in the morning

Alex:  yayyyy!!! I love you

Me:  I loves you back ^_^

We ended up texting for another hour. Alex sent me cute pics of him with
his hair all messed up, and I sent pics of me in the dark.

When morning rolled around, I waited until my parents were both settled
down at the table for breakfast. They seemed to be in a good mood, which
was good for me. I stuck my fork into a tater tot and swirled it around
in some hot sauce. Before I stuck it in my mouth, I asked them, "Hey uh,
mom and dad, Alex just got a new drum set for an early Christmas present,
and he wanted to show me. Would it be okay if I stayed the night over at
his place tonight? I thought about bringing my saxophone to play
around." I then stuck the tater tot in my mouth and waited for an
answer.

They rarely eat potatoes, and mom had just filled her mouth with a
spoonful of rice. She was chewing and covered her mouth with her hand.
"He got a new drum set?" She shrugged and looked at my dad. "I don't
think it's a problem if he goes over there tonight."

And that was that. Once my mom decides something, then dad just goes
along with her answer as the final decision. He waited to swallow his
food, then nodded his head in agreement. "Oh, okay. That sounds fine."

"What time were you thinking?" my mom asked.

"Any time really." I played it off nonchalantly. "Five or six or
whenever. They might have pizza for dinner, and I wouldn't want to miss
that."

Mom pointed at me with her fork, and there was a semi-stern look on her
face. "Okay. But first, YOU have Alex's mom call me to let me know
it's okay."

"Of course, mom. I'll have her call you soon." I quickly finished my
food and went to my room to text Alex.

A couple hours passed by, and mom's ring tone went off. I ran around the
corner to listen, and I heard mom talking. I could make out bits and
pieces. "Mmm hmmm... Okay... Okay... and he can bring his saxophone with
him?... That sounds good... Okay... We'll drop him off at your house at
6:00... Okay. Bye bye."

I did a happy dance and ran back to my room, waiting for mom to tell me
the good news. A minute later she knocked on the door and walked in
without me answering it. "Alex's mother called. We will drop you off at
their house at 6:00. She said it's okay for you to bring your
saxophone."

"Thanks, mom!" Words couldn't express the sheer excitement I was
feeling, and 6:00 couldn't get here soon enough. I did all my chores,
and I made sure I looked like a million dollars before I showed up at his
place. I cleaned every part of my body (or so I thought) and made sure I
looked good in the clothes I was bringing.

And just when I thought I was ready... "Oh my god!" I said it aloud to
nobody in particular. "My undies are torn! I can't wear those!" I
quickly stripped them off and changed them for some skimpy ones.

I was all clean, and I had everything in order. That's when mom yelled
from the other room. "Emmett! Before you go, I need you to clean some
things from the garage! There are two big stacks of canned foods and rice
that need to be moved into the house!"

I froze. "Mom! I'm already clean. If I do that, I'll get dirty and
sweaty! And I don't know if I have enough time to clean up!"

"Emmett! You go out there and move those piles before you leave!
Besides, it's only Alex! You DON'T have to be clean for him!" I heard
her mumble, "He's probably just as dirty."

I rolled my eyes and huffed. "God damnit!" Nobody heard me but me.
"You just don't know. I have to be clean, BECAUSE of Alex."

I quickly changed into a ragged shirt and shorts and stormed off to the
garage to move the piles of food. One look and my stomach dropped. There
were six 50lb bags of rice and eight boxes filled with LOTS of canned
foods. As fast as I could, I dove into the task so that I could finish as
soon as possible. Back and forth I went, from the garage to the kitchen,
until everything was moved. My muscles were sore, and as I predicted, I
was dirty and sweaty.

The time was already 5:30, and we had to leave by 5:50 to be at Alex's
house by 6:00. I stripped and threw my clothes in the hamper. I then
jumped into the shower and rinsed for all of a minute and twenty seconds.
After drying myself, I put the same clothes on that I was wearing earlier
before I started the task in the garage. Once my clothes were on, I
paused in front of the mirror and gazed at myself. I brushed my hair,
brushed my teeth, put some lotion on my hands and legs, then took a deep
breath.

I glanced at my phone, and the time was 5:41.   That was cutting it
close.   I grabbed my saxophone case and my bag with my change of
clothes, and I went out to the living room to wait for dad to meet me,
since he was driving me.

Finally, after what seemed like eons and eons, my phone clock read 5:49,
and dad and I were on our way over to Alex's. I got out of the car and
knocked on the door. Dad waited for them to open it before pulling away
and driving off.

"Emmett!" His mom was always so cheerful.  At least, that's how she
always presented herself when she came to pick up Alex from my house
after her work. "Ohhh! You brought your sax! Come on in! We have some
pie baking, and a couple pizzas are on their way."

"Thank you." I smiled really big at her and waved to Alex. There was a
huge grin on his face, and he waved back. She left us alone and let us do
whatever teen boy stuff she thought we were going to do.

And when we passed his dad, he looked up from his laptop. "Hey,
Emmett!" His voice was booming. "You here to check out the new drum
set?!"

"I sure am!" I looked at Alex, then back at his dad. "I can't wait to
see it."

"Yeah, when I was in high school and college, I played drums. I was even
in a band once, and we used to gig every weekend." His dad pointed at
Alex and was shaking his head up and down. "Those were some good days."
We were silent and just smiling. "Alright," he told us. "You boys go
have fun."

Alex and I made a beeline to his room, which was actually a zigzag
through a hallway, down some stairs and a right turn. Being in the
basement meant that we had as much privacy as we wanted. As soon as we
rounded the corner, we hugged and locked our lips together. It was such a
sloppy kiss, and it lasted a good minute and a half.

I'd never been to his place before. He always came to my house after
school. He was a neat freak, and I liked that. His room was so much
better in person, compared to when I saw it on video chat. It was very
bright and happy, with colors of red, lime green, yellow and light blue,
and it was set against a light hardwood floor. There were various sets of
gaming cards on a shelf, some posters of musicians on the wall, and a
shiny drum set in the corner. On another wall was the shelf with his
plushy stuffed animals. Off to the side of the room, he had his own
private bathroom.

"What?!" I was almost jealous. "You're living large!"

"You have a pretty awesome room too." He pulled me in with his arms and
hugged me tightly. "You know, my parents almost never come down here.
And especially since you're over, they'll most likely just keep to
themselves and go to sleep early."

"Well, lucky for us then." I reached around and squeezed his butt
cheeks. Already, my jeans were bulging out, and I wanted to mess around
with him right then and there.

He gave me a sulking look. "As much as I want to, we'll have to wait
til later to get naked. Pizza will be here soon."

"I know." My mouth creased upward a bit. "But we have all night this
time. We don't have a time limit."

"Yes, there is that." He kissed me, and his hands went straight for my
pants, unbuttoning my jeans and pulling down my zipper.

I laughed and raised my brows at him. "I thought you said the pizza
would be here soon."

"Yeah, it will be." He kneeled down and pulled my underwear down. My
dick poked out, and he stared at the precum, which he quickly lapped up.
"I couldn't resist. And I also wanted to get you worked up, so you know
what's coming later."

"Hahaha! You didn't HAVE to get me worked up. I was already there."

He stroked my cock a few times, then stood up. "Alright. We should go
back upstairs."

After taking our time kissing and panting, he took my hand and led me out
of his room and to the stairs. Once there, we released our hands and
walked up the steps.

Right as we entered the family room where his parents were, there was a
knock on the door. "Pizza's here!" his mom called out. She turned her
head and saw us. "Oh! You're here! Perfect! Alexander, can you get the
door?"

Alex walked to the front door and paid for the pizzas with the money his
mom gave him. He came back and opened it up. "We got a sausage and
pepperoni for mom and dad, and an extra cheese and mushroom for us. I
know you don't eat meat, and I can take it or leave it."

My heart melted. "You remembered." It came out as a half whisper.

"Of course I did. You mentioned it to me once in passing, and I made
sure one of the pizzas didn't have meat on it." He grabbed two plates
and set two slices on one of them for me. He then scooped up two slices
for himself, and we took a seat at the counter in the kitchen.

After I made sure his parents were still in the other room, I whispered
softly to him. "Sweety, that was the nicest thing. I was a little
worried about the whole meat thing, but you thought of me." My eyes
started watering a little.

He took one look at my face and wiped gently around my eyes with the back
of his fingers. "You're really special to me." He took a bite of his
pizza and stared at me. There was a twinkle in his eye that made me
giggle.

I pointed in the direction where his parents were. "You know, we should
probably try playing some kind of music before the night's over.
Otherwise, they'll start asking questions."

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, you're probably right. Don't get me wrong.
I love music, and I practice a lot. But tonight is a night that I'm
excited about you. Not music."

He then became very quiet, and I could see the wheels turning in his
head. "What's the matter?" I asked him.

"Oh, nothing. I just realized I have no idea what you drink." His
forehead creased. "There's so much I still need to learn about you."

"The only soda I drink is root beer, and that's only sometimes. I do
like coffee, but it has to have heavy cream and sugar in it. And I like
lattes, but that's pretty much just a glorified coffee. I also like
coconut water. Mom and dad always have it in the house, and it's just
something I always drank. But you know, I'll pretty much drink whatever
you have here." I pinched his right cheek. "And we have all the time in
the world to learn about each other."

"I drink coffee sometimes, with cream and sugar. Soda is kinda like a
last resort. I've never had coconut water, but I'd be willing to try
it. What else? I like juices. Fresh juices are the best. Mom has a
juicer, and she always gives me the good stuff. I like stuff mixed with
soy milks and oat milks."

"Oh my god! Me too!" I giggled. "I can't stand regular milk."

We both finished the two slices we had, and he asked, "You want another
slice or two?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I'm kinda hungry."

And off we went to the other room. Alex grabbed the entire box and yelled
out, "We'll be downstairs."

"Okay," his mom told us. "Have fun, boys."

Downstairs, we sat on his bed and finished the rest of the pizza while
talking about things we liked and didn't like. Food, drinks, clothing,
music, colors, anime. Alex likes the colors of his room, which are red,
lime green, yellow and light blue. I like all those colors, along with
black, pink and bright neon colors. He eats meat, but not much, mainly
only chicken and fish, and it's only sometimes. I'm pretty hardcore
vegetarian, no meat, no fish and no eggs. I do eat dairy. As for
clothing? We both like sleek, form-fitting clothing, skinny jeans and
tight shirts. We agreed on most anime and most music.

After comparing our likes and dislikes, he said the most beautiful thing
to me. "I'm happy I know more about you. But honestly, after we did all
that stuff in your bedroom, and we both felt like we merged together,
like one thing on the inside... I felt... I mean, I feel like I know
everything about you. And all the little things that we're talking about
now on the outside is like the little stuff."

My lips puckered. I wasn't sure what to say. I was self-conscious after
eating the pizza, and I rolled off the bed. "I'm gonna go rinse my
mouth out. I really feel like kissing you, and I don't want pieces of
pizza flying into your mouth from me."

He started laughing. "I'll go with you."

We stood at the sink in his bathroom, and I rinsed my mouth first. He
then got in front of the sink and scooped up some water into his mouth.
While he was rinsing, I nervously asked him, "So... you know when we were
at my house?"

"Mmm hmm." He spit some water out and rinsed some more.

"Well, we never really talked about what happened." He froze for a few
seconds, then scooped more water into his mouth. I continued. "I uhhh...
what I'm trying to say is that, what you did was really off-the-wall."
I very quickly added, "But I liked it a lot, and it turned me on," so
he wouldn't feel self-conscious.

He was silent and turned the water off. I touched his back and kept
talking. "I wasn't expecting anything like that in a million years. I...
I just wanted to let you know. You always seem to surprise me with all
the little things you do, and all the sexual stuff. And no matter how
off-the-wall or dirty or whatever, I'm super turned on by everything. I
don't think there's anything you can do to gross me out or turn me off.
I'm turned on by everything, simply because I'm turned on by you."

He was still silent, so I kept talking. "I admit. I freaked out when you
pulled your fingers out of my hole, and they were, you know, really
dirty. I didn't want you to be grossed out by me. I don't know what
I'd do if you were ever grossed out by me. But then, you... you licked
your fingers clean." I paused. "I'm rambling. I'm really just trying
to say that I love you. And no matter what you do, I always will.

"So like, when you kissed me with your dirty mouth, because it's you
and I love you, I ummm... I actually liked it." I think I may have
blushed. "I liked it a lot. I love experimenting with you and pushing
the boundaries. In all honesty, when I was alone at home, I thought about
your dirty tongue in my mouth and how it tasted, and it made me super
horny. What you did... what we did made me really curious about it all.
I'm just happy that I'm doing all this with you."

Before I could say another word, he spun around and planted his lips to
mine. Our noses rubbed, and he rested his forehead against mine. His eyes
were closed, I could feel his breath on me when he spoke. "I honestly
don't know what came over me in that moment. I remember staring at your
dirty hole, and I wanted you so badly. You said there's nothing I could
do to gross you out. But you... everything about you is cute and sexy and
makes me feel wanted and loved.

"I could smell your scent, and just knowing it was you, I was really
turned on. I knew you were dirty, but I didn't care. I wanted it. I
wanted to smell you, to taste it, to taste you. That's why I buried my
nose into you. And when my fingers were covered and messy, just knowing
it was you... I'd do it again. Everything about you. Your soft skin, the
way your hair falls over your eyes, your skinny legs, the way you smell.
And yeah, your really dirty hole. Everything about you turns me on. And
for the record, I could never in a million years or more, be grossed out
by you. You're so unbelievably beautiful to me."

I kissed his cheek, then his neck and spoke softly in his ear. "And
everything about you turns me on. So much, that I'd... well, I'd prolly
lick you clean, even if you were also dirty down there. You're my boy,
and I love you."

We stood still, silently holding each other for nearly a minute. I broke
the silence by reminding him of our music. "We should play a little
music, since your parents think that's the reason I came over."

"You're right." He snickered. "So are we gonna make some noise so
they think we're actually doing something constructive?"

"That's exactly what we're gonna do." I tilted my head toward the
bedroom. "Come on."

We released our hold on each other and walked out of the bathroom. Alex
sat down at his drum set, and I picked up my sax case and set it on the
bed so I could put it together. After I finished putting my horn
together, I told him, "You see, if we do something like this now, then
it gives us a reason for me to spend the night with you again in the
future. All we have to do is tell them that we're playing music."

"I mean, that's a pretty solid plan." He snickered and hit the snare
drum a few times.

"Go on," I told him. "I wanna hear it."

Alex started banging on his drums while I listened. He started out with a
steady beat and gravitated toward more of a solo. I could see that he was
completely lost in his playing. In that moment, nothing existed to him
except his music, and his playing made me want to dance. It made my
energy want to explode in all directions. He was really good. After a few
minutes, he ended his solo with a few clicks on the cymbals. He looked up
and blew me a kiss. "Your turn."

I nodded, then blew a few notes on my horn. In the past week or so, I'd
gotten to the point where I was finally understanding the improvisation
that my teacher was teaching me. It was like a sudden realization that
clicked in me when he taught me the Blues Scale. It made sense
melodically, and it made all the other patterns and scales make sense.

While I played for Alex, it was more of a melodic and bluesy ballad that
I improvised. I started low, then played in the middle register, bending
notes and sliding up to the upper register. My eyes were closed, as they
usually were when I played. In that moment, I felt as solid as I was
during my audition when I made All State Band.

When I ended my solo, I opened my eyes, and Alex was standing a couple
feet away from me. He walked up to me and hugged me tightly. "That was
the most beautiful thing I've ever seen and heard. You were playing
inside and outside the notes. And one of these days, you're gonna be a
monster on that thing."

I felt like crying. His words hit me deeply. "You too. Your playing is
above every other high schooler. You're already at college level, and
you could easily play in a band. It made me shiver when you played."

He pulled on my sleeve and walked me over to the bed where my saxophone
case was. I unclipped the saxophone from my neck strap, pulled off the
neck of the horn and set the sax back in the case. As soon as I set it
down, he picked the case up and gently placed it on the floor a few feet
away. He then walked over to his bedroom door and turned the lock, making
sure that it was secure.

After I had ended playing my saxophone for Alex, we were both in some
kind of surreal mood. Music somehow always caused us both to become
really spacious inside, and this moment was no exception. Especially
being in each other's presence, that spaciousness was heightened.
Everything seemed as if it was in slow motion.

I waited for him to come back to me. When he did, he took my hand, and we
both slowly stretched out on the bed, facing each other. Neither of us
said a word, as we were acting and reacting to the flow of energy between
us. It was mesmerizing, and we were both drowning in it.

Our heads moved closer, and our lips touched. Alex's right hand slipped
under my shirt, and my left hand stretched around to his back. My eyes
were closed, our lips were locked, and all I could hear was the heavy
breathing coming from us both. At the same time, we both undid our own
buttons and zippers on our pants and pulled them off. Once off, we
resumed kissing, ever so slowly.

Alex pulled his head back a slight bit, and he slipped his finger into
his mouth. Once it was wet, he pressed his lips back onto mine, and
within a few seconds, I felt his finger slip into my ass. When his finger
slipped in, my breathing became erratic. My eyes popped open, and all I
could do was gaze at him and pant, while his finger pushed and pulled, in
and out of me.

Realizing we had all the time in the world, Alex gently pulled his finger
out. He then stuck it between our lips while our tongues slithered around
it. Without skipping a beat, he shifted his body around into a sixty-nine
position with me. Instead of sucking each other, he pulled our bodies
further down, until our mouths were situated at each other's holes.

He then met my gaze for a few seconds, right before he buried his face
into the crack of my ass. I felt his nose on my hole, then his lips and
tongue. I pulled him closer and inhaled his scent. It was musky, and it
drove me wild. I couldn't hold back, and I inserted my tongue in his
hole and swirled it around as far as I could go. It was divine.

Over and over, I lapped at his hole. I only stopped for a few seconds
when I felt his fingers slip into me. My head jolted back, and I moaned,
then continued licking his hole. I then stuck one my fingers into him.
The inside of his ass was very wet, and the feel of it turned me on even
more. His mouth opened, and he moaned. When I saw that it felt good in
him, I inserted two of my fingers in him. Watching him pant and hearing
him whimper gave me a high.

Gradually, we slowed down to the point where we were cuddling and gently
rubbing each other. I could feel his hand massaging my lower back while
he kissed the outside of my hole with love. I shifted back around so that
we were both facing the same direction, and I climbed on top of him. I
lowered myself until both our lips were touching, and we kissed with an
intense passion for nearly two more minutes.

Finally, I pulled my lips from his, then sat up. While staring at him in
silence, I reached around and grabbed hold of his cock and pressed the
tip to the entrance of my ass. I felt him push. I spit in my hand and
rubbed it on the tip of his dick. He pushed again. This time, his thrust
penetrated me, and I felt a sting in my ass. It lasted for only ten
seconds, and the pain was gone.

He pulled out, and I wet it again with my saliva. I nodded, and he pushed
again. By this time, my ass had started to gape, and he had easy access
to have his way with me. My world was changing. It was the first time a
cock had entered my ass. It was amazing. It was like heaven. My ass was
tingling, and my cock was leaking puddles of precum. I lowered myself
again so we could kiss. My lips met his, and we took turns sucking on
each other's tongues while he rhythmically made love to my ass.

He whispered, "It feels so good. I don't think I can last very long."

I sat up so I could jack myself off while he was thrusting in and out of
me. I drooled my saliva into my left hand, gripped my dick, and started
jacking off. The wetness in my hand, and his dick in my ass gave me
sensations I'd never before experienced "Cum in me," I told him. "Cum
in my ass. I want it."

He gave three more thrusts. On the third one, he unloaded his juice into
me. That extra wetness in my ass added another dimension of pleasure, and
I exploded, spraying cum all over his chest and stomach. I collapsed onto
him, his dick still inside me.

Both of us were panting, and we remained silent for a few minutes. My
head was swirling, and my body was shaking. It was the most amazing
release I had ever had. I slowly rolled off him. Our eyes met, then our
lips, then our tongues. If I could have made that moment last forever, I
would have.

We gradually slowed down and snuggled closely into each other. Lying on
his side, Alex put his left arm around me, and I buried my face in his
chest. It felt as if I belonged there. I could hear his heart beating,
and his pulse seemed to radiate throughout my own body. It was as if our
hearts were beating as one, and I was drowning in his energy. I felt
safe, and loved, and whole.

It was that familiar feeling of deep love. I seemed to have disappeared,
and all that existed was a oneness which blanketed our hearts and our
minds. It was hard to say how much time had passed, since Time seemed to
have stopped.

He finally broke the silence and kissed the top of my head. "Thank you.
That was better than anything I've ever felt before."

I looked up, and his eyes seemed to pierce into mine. My head was still
swirling a bit, but I was starting to feel a slight bit grounded. "That
was definitely better than anything and everything. I didn't know it
could feel THAT good." I lowered my head and snickered a bit, then
looked back up at him. "You took my virginity."

He kissed my nose. "And you took mine. Maybe next time we can reverse
the roles and you can go in me? I'd love to feel you in me."

I giggled softly. "I mean, you know I will. It's like a given."

And suddenly, his eyes got wide. "You know what I just remembered?!"

"What?"

"I just remembered there's a fresh pie upstairs!" He was clearly
excited, which made me excited.

"You're hilarious," I told him. "Buuuut, that does sound pretty
good."

"Yeah. It does sound pretty good." He rolled on his back and stared at
the ceiling for a few seconds before sitting up. "Come on. Let's get
dressed."

We put our undies, jeans and shirts back on, then went to the bathroom
mirror to make sure we didn't look like a complete mess. Once we were
satisfied, we both ran up the stairs to the kitchen. We stayed up there
until our hearts and stomachs were content from the apple pie his mom had
made. Afterward, we told his parents we were going back downstairs to
watch anime and probably head to bed after that.

His mom made sure we had what we needed, and she asked Alex, "You have
the extra blankets and pillows, right?"

"Yeah, I have them. I made sure to get them this afternoon," he
answered her.

She gave him a nod. "You make sure Emmett sleeps in the bed. You can use
the roll-up mat and sleep on the floor. It's pretty thick. And if you
put another comforter on it, it feels just like any other decent
mattress."

"Yeah, I have it all set up, mom." Alex gave them a wave, and we said
our good nights to them.

Once we were in the basement and in his bedroom again, he made sure to
lock the door. We both climbed into his bed and cuddled up to each other.
He clicked on the TV, then wrapped his arms around me. "Ain't no way
we're sleeping apart tonight." He fumbled with the remote for a second
and clicked a few buttons. "Let's find something neither of us have
seen."

After searching for a few minutes, we found a new anime. The description
mentioned something about a wandering samurai, and we were both sold. He
started the first episode, and the music and credits began.

This, along with everything that happened earlier in the evening, was a
new experience. Watching anime with the boy of my dreams was, in itself,
a dream come true. I was so deeply satisfied. It was almost dreamlike,
and it made me sleepy. Even though the anime had just started, I just
wanted to close my eyes and feel his arms around me, his breath in my
ear, and his energy piercing into my entire being.

I was so enchanted by everything, and nine minutes into the first
episode, my eyes were so droopy, I began to doze off. I was in and out of
a dream state. I fell asleep, then woke up and saw the anime still
playing. Fell asleep again, then woke up once more. The anime was in a
different part, and I had no idea what was happening in it.

Finally, I couldn't resist the dream and the contentment of sleeping in
Alex's arms. I fell into a deeper sleep, and my dream state suddenly
became very clear. It was like another world. Our world. It seemed so
real, that I didn't realize I was even dreaming. It just felt as if I
was seeing the world as it should be. Or maybe it was the future?

In that other world, I was with Alex, and he was cuddling me, just as he
was at this moment in his bedroom. In that future time, anime was also
playing on the screen. There were no parents. We were in a different
place. It was our own place, our own bedroom, our own bed. It felt so
right. I remember saying to myself, "This is how it's supposed to be,
Alex and me, forever."

I'm not sure how long I was in that future dreamland, or how I got
there. Everything was so very vivid. The colors of our room, the sound of
the anime playing. Even my words I could hear as plain as day. "This is
how it's supposed to be, Alex and me, forever."

But then, the oddest thing happened. As we were watching anime and
cuddling on the bed, from the other room, a voice rang out. It was the
voice of another boy. His voice was alluring, soft and pure. Just hearing
him made me tremble with excitement. "I'll be there in just a minute,
guys."

I snapped out of it, and my body jolted. I could still feel the energy of
his words, all the way from the dream land. Alex looked at me. "Are you
okay?"

"Yeah," I told him. I rubbed my eyes. "I must have fallen asleep. I
don't know. I guess I was dreaming?"

He smiled at me. "Was it a good dream?"

I thought for a few seconds, then smiled sleepily at him. "Yeah. It
actually was. You were there with me. We were lying in bed, just like we
are right now, and strangely enough, we were watching anime. It was our
home and our bed, and everything about it was super vivid. I could see
every detail, with bright colors, and I even remember the conversation in
the anime."

"That does sound like a good dream." He pressed his lips to my
forehead. "I like that a lot." He thought for a moment. "They say,
when a dream is really vivid, and you can remember everything in detail,
it's supposed to be a message. Or, it can be exactly what is supposed to
happen. That's what I've read, anyway."

I didn't mention anything else about my dream. How could I mention the
excitement I had, and the shivers sent into my spine from the voice of
another boy? It was confusing, because Alex was also there.

I nuzzled my head into him and hugged him tightly. "Yesss. It was a very
good dream."