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Dream Lover

by Hermes

© 2011

Chapter 5

-Friday-

James and I went down to breakfast.  Today, mom made oatmeal.  Not my favorite, but I don't really hate it.  On the other hand, James loves oatmeal, as long as he can put loads of sugar and butter AND maple syrup in it.  Yuck.

“How can you eat that?  It's gotta be so sweet you can't even taste the oatmeal!”

James smiled.  “I love it.  The sweeter the better.  My mom says that it's because I eat everything with so much sugar that I am such a sweet kid.”

That caused both Mom and I to laugh.

As she sat down to eat, Mom asked us, “So, did you boys get any sleep last night?”

James answered for us, “Yes, Mrs. Aabrams.  Trevor even put on a nightlight cuz I get scared of the dark.”

“That's nice.  I am glad that you two enjoyed yourselves.  Trevor, make certain to pack an overnight bag.  Leave it for me and I'll bring it by the Wilkins' house.  Since you're staying there tonight, I am going to take an overnight trip to see your Uncle Joe.  I will be back about noon tomorrow.  Make sure to bring your key in case you get home before I do, and promise me you're going to behave yourself.”

“Awwww Mom! I promise.”

While James was attacking his second bowl of his sugar/oatmeal concoction I went upstairs and packed a duffel bag with underwear, socks, some shorts, and a couple of t-shirts.  I made sure I also packed my laptop into it so James and I would not have to share his or use Richie's.  I brought the bag downstairs and of course, mom had to check to make sure I didn't forget anything.  And, of course, I did.  She reminded me to grab my toothbrush.  I ran back upstairs and got it.  I stuffed it into the bag as James was finishing breakfast.  I kissed my mom and turned to leave, then I noticed that James also gave my mom a kiss and said, “Thank you, Mrs. Aabrams for letting me stay last night.”

“You are quite welcome, James.  Any time.”

We left the house.  Once we were out the door, I playfully punched James on the arm and said, “Sucking up to my Mom?  You are a sneaky little squirt!”  He rubbed his arm, faking that I'd hurt him, but then he winked and gave me a sly grin.

We walked to school acting more like brothers than best friends.  I really lucked out meeting him.  Was it only 4 days ago?  It seemed like we'd known each other our whole lives.

We got to school.  James walked with me to my locker to grab his book bag.  Hector and Katie were there just talking and holding hands.  James and I bumped fists with Hector, and James went on to his first class.  It's too bad he and I only have one class together.

The time to go to class arrived.  Katie gave Hector a peck on the cheek and a hug, then she turned to me and hugged me too.  Once she was gone, Hector pulled me aside.

“Yesterday after we finished our homework, Katie wanted to jack me again.  I was like, okay.  But this time she undid my pants and pulled it out.  She stroked it a few times but then she did something totally cool.  She sucked on it.  I mean I have never felt anything like it.  It only took me like a minute to cum.”

“Did you cum in her mouth?”  I asked.

“Yeah. She was kinda mad at first, but then she said she liked the taste.  She did it twice more before I had to go home.”

“Dude, if you guys do other stuff, you know, make sure you use a rubber.  You can squirt and I know she already gets her period, so you gotta be careful you don't get her pregnant.”

Hector smiled, pulled out his wallet and showed me a condom he carried.  He said his Dad gave it to him.  But then he said, “I got one, but I don't plan on needing to use it.  Katie and I talked and I told her that I really liked her, but I didn't want to do that.  I think we're both too young for that, and besides, until I know I really LOVE her or it wouldn't be fair.”

I smiled at Hector.  He got what I had only dreamed of with Katie.

We got to class.  Mr. Hastings took attendance then told us to clear our desks.  That could only mean one thing.  He was giving us a test.  I turned to Hector and he looked nervous.  I said to him, “Dude, you know this stuff, just remember how I showed you how to do the problems and you'll do fine.”

Mr. Hastings passed out the tests.  It only took me about 30 minutes to finish.  I took my answer sheet up to his desk and he told me to sit quietly while he graded my paper.  What happened next really surprised me.  About 5 minutes after I was finished, Hector took his answer sheet up.  Mr. Hastings had a surprised look on his face also.  He immediately graded Hector's paper.  He checked everything twice.  Then he grabbed mine and compared Hector's to mine.  The more he looked the bigger his smile got.  The rest of the class was still working on their tests.

Mr. Hastings walked over to us, knelt down and whispered, “Trevor, you got two problems wrong, just simple mistakes, I can tell you knew the material.  Hector, you got all but one answer... RIGHT!”

The smile on Hector's face almost cracked it.  Mr. Hastings then said, “Trevor, you have to be proud of your student.  I am certain that it was because of your tutoring that Hector did so well.”

“This is the first 'A' I have ever gotten on a math test.  Thanks Trevor!  My dad is gonna be proud for once.”

At the end of the class, after everyone had turned in their tests, Mr. Hastings told us to have a great weekend and he'd see us on Monday.

The rest of the morning went pretty much the same.  I had tests in all of my classes and I think I did well on all of them.  I met James on the way to the cafeteria and we walked in together.  Hector was at our table showing his test to the guys while we were getting our food.  When we got to the table, Hector was still all smiles.  Katie came to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek and a big hug.  “Thanks for helping my Hector, Trevor.  You ROCK!”

We had a fun lunch. Everyone was looking forward to the weekend.  Just before lunch ended Mike asked if he could talk to me alone.  We stepped away from the table. Very quietly he said, “Uhm, you know that Eric and I are boyfriends, right?”

“Yeah, I kind of figured that out the other day when he told me I would be surprised who else was... you know.”

“We have been together for almost a year now and we do all sorts of stuff together.  But he's staying at my house tonight and he wants to...” He was blushing deeply. “He wants us to do it.  You know what I mean?”

“In the butt?”  I asked.  “You guys haven't done that?”

“No, not yet.  But... Uhm... Neither of us have any rubbers, and we both agreed since he’d already done it with someone else that when we started doing it we wouldn't unless we used one.”

“Hang on, I have an idea.”  I walked over and whispered something in Hector's ear.  He nodded.  I walked back to Mike.  “Meet me outside the locker room after school.  I got you covered.  Well, I will make it so you can be covered when the time is right.”  I laughed as he blushed again.

“Thanks Man.”

The bell rang ending lunch.  James, Hector, and I walked to the locker room.  When we were at our lockers, Hector reached into his wallet and pulled out two condoms and handed them to me.  I put them in my locker.  We changed and went out to the gym.

Fridays in Coach Butz class are hard. This is the day he has us do our weekly Physical Fitness tests.  When we did them on Tuesday he wrote down how many of each (Jumping Jacks, Push Ups, and Sit ups) we were able to do.  On Fridays we had to do them again, and he would record how many we did.  Our grade was based on whether we were able to improve.

By the end of the class I was really tired and really sweaty.  I had improved on two of the three, but I was so tired that I only matched my number on sit-ups.  I still got an 'A' for the week though.  Coach told us all to hit the showers and to remember to take our dirty stuff home to be washed.

Everyone was beat.  We showered but nobody was really talking much.  It had been a long week and I was looking forward to the weekend.  After we were dressed we went out of the locker room.  Mike and Eric were there waiting, so was Katie.  Hector went to Katie and gave her a real deep kiss.  I guess he was still really happy.  I gave Mike the condoms and he was all smiles when I gave him two.  He showed Eric who also smiled big.  We bumped fists and they took off at a run.  I guess they wanted to get their weekend started.

James and I walked to his house.  Since we had no homework all we had to carry was our gym bags.  When we got to his house, his mother asked for our dirty gym clothes.  She was going to wash them for us.  She had a snack prepared so we gave her our stuff and sat down to eat.

Once we were done she told us that we were all going out for dinner in about an hour.  James and I went up to his room and I sat my duffel bag on Richie's bed.  We unpacked my laptop and set it up next to Richie's.  James went to ask his mother what kind of clothes we needed to wear since all I had brought with me was casual stuff.  He soon returned and asked if I had the key to my house because we needed to go there and get some nicer clothes that I could wear for dinner.

I had it and Mrs. Wilkins went with me so there would be an adult in the house.  I got a pair of dress slacks and a nice shirt along with my dress shoes and we walked back to her house.  She told me that she had told my mom to call when she got home the next day and I would then go home.  She didn't want me to have to be in my house alone.

When I returned, I went back up to James’ room.  When I opened the door I was greeted with the sight of him looking at some pictures on his computer and jacking off.  I looked at the pictures and they were pictures of boys like us, and they were naked!   They were like on the beach and stuff.  He told me it was a naturist site and it was legal.

Anyway when he was done we got dressed to go out for dinner.  I was kind of nervous because I was going to meet James' dad.  He was going to meet us at the restaurant since it was on his way home from work.  James' dad is a lawyer and works downtown.  We got into the car and Mrs Wilkins drove us to a really nice restaurant.  Normally mom and I can't afford this kind of stuff.  We're not poor, but we're not rich either.

We got to the table and Mr. Wilkins was already there.  He was like a taller, older version of James but not exactly, you could definitely tell they were related.  He saw us and looked directly at me.  “You must be Trevor.  It's grand to finally meet you, young man.”

“It's nice to meet you too, Sir.”  I replied politely.

“Take a seat, and please, call me Frank.”

I sat down next to James.  We looked at the menu and when I saw how much everything cost my eyes must have gotten real big.   “This stuff is really expensive, are you sure?”

Mr. Wilkins just laughed. “Trevor, it's fine.  Order whatever you like.”

“Thank you, Sir.  Sorry, Thank you, Mr. Wilkins.”

“I thought I asked you to call me Frank, Trevor?”

“I'm sorry, but I was taught that it's very impolite to call an adult anything but Ma'am, Sir, or Mr. or Mrs. and their last name.”

“Well, usually if you are told it’s okay then you may use a first name.  But we can compromise, you may call me either Mr. Wilkins or Frank, is that okay?”

“Thank you, Mr. Wilkins.”

I looked at the menu again and I really didn't know what half of the stuff was.  I asked James what he was going to have and he said he was going to have a burger and fries.  I looked at the menu again and I couldn't find it.  He chuckled and showed me where it was.  It was written in French.  “Sandwich de boeuf haché et frites de pommes de terre”. I just figured to have the same thing.

When the waiter arrived Mr. Wilkins ordered for his wife and himself in French.  Before he could order for us, James spoke in perfect French. “Deux Sandwich de boeuf haché et frites de pommes de terre, s'il vous plaît”.  The waiter smiled and in English told him that his French was excellent and he even got the accent correct.  He repeated the order in English.  “Two Ground Beef Sandwiches with fried potatoes.”

We talked while we waited for our meals.  Mr. Wilkins was interested in hearing about me.  I answered his questions.  He told me he wanted to thank me for taking his son under my wing.  He was very happy that James had found a good person to be his friend.  He also asked if I would help to make his Nephew feel welcome when he arrived.  I told him I would enjoy that very much, that I liked meeting new people and making new friends.

The burger was the best I had ever tasted, and the fries were different than I expected but they were really good too.  After dinner I was stuffed.  We got into the car with Mrs. Wilkins and she drove us home.  When we got there I was tired but Mr. Wilkins insisted we sit and talk before going to bed.  We were instructed to shower and put on some clean underwear.  He told me that if I felt uncomfortable sitting with him wearing just my underwear, I should feel free to put on some shorts.

James and I went upstairs and showered together.  Again, we didn't do anything in the shower.  It occurred to me that it had been a couple days since I even jacked off.  This is the longest I’ve gone without since I’d started doing it.  We went to his bedroom and put on clean underwear.  James then started to walk out.  “Uhm, should I put on shorts?”  I asked.

“Nah, my dad is cool.  He gets kinda odd at times, like forgetting to make sure his dick is tucked into his boxers, but he don’t mean nuthin by it.”  James replied.  So I went down with him wearing nothing but my boxer briefs.  I just hoped I didn't bone up in front of Mr. Wilkins.  

When we got to the living room, Mrs. Wilkins said she was going to go to her room and told us to have a nice evening.  Mr. Wilkins came down wearing nothing but his boxers.  He sat on the chair and I got embarrassed when his dick popped out of his boxers.  It was HUGE! He noticed and just laughed.

“It's just us guys usually on a Friday evening.  Sorry though, Trevor.  I will try to make sure it stays where it belongs”.  We decided to watch some TV.  As it got later I was getting excited about going to sleep.  Over the past week my dream boy kept getting closer.  I looked at the clock. 8:45pm.  That was the time when I looked at the clock for what must have been the 100th time that evening.  In my mind I was trying to think of what time I could go to bed without causing anyone to wonder.  I know it's not typical of a 12-year-old to WANT to go to bed early.  Most 12s would be trying to devise a way to stay up later on a Friday night. 8:46. Damn.

I figure it would need to be at least 9:00 before I could pull off being ‘really tired after a long week of school' without someone thinking I must be sick.  I only hope I didn't look like I was nervous.  That would be a sure give-away.  Why is it that when you want time to pass quickly, it seems to drag on, forever and when you want it to last, it seems to race by at 'warp speed'?  8:50.  Only 10 minutes more.

Finally the clock read 9:00.  I stretched and yawned. “I'm kind of tired. Wanna go to bed, James?”

We got up and he gave his dad a hug and a kiss good-night.  I shook his hand but he pulled me into a hug as well.  “Good Night boys.”

We went up stairs and into James' room.  He closed the door, turned on his nightlight and stripped out of his undies.  I pulled mine off also and crawled into Richie's bed.  James came over and gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek and said goodnight.  I really wanted to have my dream and see if I actually got to touch my dream boy.  I laid my head on the pillow and was almost instantly asleep.

-*-

=Richie's POV=

I looked at my watch as the bus was pulling into the station.  It read 3:03am.  I looked around but didn't see Uncle Frank or Aunt Gladys anywhere.  I bet they thought that 3:00 meant 3:00 in the afternoon, not 3:00 in the morning.  I reached into my bag and got out the phone they had sent me.  I turned it on and hit the speed-dial button for my Uncle Frank.

He answered after a couple rings and I could tell he had been asleep.  “Hey Uncle Frank.  It's Richie.”

“Richie?  Why are you calling so early?”

“I'm here, Uncle Frank, I'm at the bus station.”

“Oh, I assumed you would be arriving in the afternoon.  Stay inside, I'll be there in just a few minutes.”

I hung up the phone and went into the terminal.  About 10 minutes later his car pulled up.  I went out and got into the front seat.  I looked at Uncle Frank and started to laugh.  He was wearing only his boxers with a robe and slippers.  His robe was open.  “Uhm, Uncle Frank, you might want to close your robe.”

He looked down and saw his dick sticking out of his boxers.  He looked over at me and said, “Well, you've already seen it, can't do any more harm than I already have.”  Then he drove off heading for my new home. That’s one of the cool things about Uncle Frank.  Nothing bothers him.  I know he doesn’t mean anything by it, he just doesn’t care if someone sees him.  To be honest, if I had a dick that big, I wouldn’t care either.

When we arrived  he told me that they hadn't expected me until the afternoon and that James had a friend over for the night who would be asleep in what was to be my bed.  He gave me a blanket and a pillow and asked if I didn't mind sleeping on the futon in James and my room so we wouldn't have to wake Trevor (I guessed that was James’ friend’s name).  I told him that was cool.

I took the blanket and pillow and went to the room.  I opened the door and saw that James still used a nightlight.  At least I didn't have to turn on the big light and wake them up. I walked toward the futon.  I turned my head toward the bed that would be mine and saw the boy sleeping there.  I took another look in the dim light of the nightlight. I thought, “OH! MY! GOD!  It's the boy I've been dreaming about, I am sure it's him!”

I tossed the pillow and blanket down and went over to the bed.  I took a closer look  - it was definitely him.  How weird is that?  I hadda make absolutely sure... there was one part of his body that would tell me for certain.  I pulled up the blanket and saw he was sleeping naked.  It was the same boy alright.  I figured that I would just crawl in with my dream boy.  I shucked my clothes so I was naked just like him and crawled in behind him in the bed.  He snuggled up to me almost automatically.

I laid my head on the pillow and was almost instantly asleep.

-*-

-Trevor-

In my dream I was standing on the beach.  I looked around but nobody was there.  I just looked around and was watching the waves when all of a sudden I felt a little cold, but only on my backside. I warmed up soon enough though.  But it was then that I realized I wasn't alone any more.  I turned my head and saw him.  My dream boy was there and he was holding me from behind.  I turned my head and said, “Wow. It's so good to finally feel your touch.”

“Yeah, I feel the same way.  Is your name Trevor?”

“Yeah, what's yours?”  It never even registered that he knew my name.  It just felt like it was right that he did.

“Richie.  You know I love you, right?”

“Yeah.  I love you too.  Hold me, please.”

Dream Richie held me.  Instantly I started to bone up.  I could feel behind me that he was boning up too.  His arms were around my sides and he was rubbing on my chest.  His lips were kissing the back of  my neck.  I started squirming around because it felt sooooo good.  After a few minutes, I could feel his dick rubbing on my butt, but I didn't care.  I kept moving around until I felt the tip of his dick touch my hole.  Instinctively my butt pushed backward and felt his hardness open me up and enter.  I heard him gasp.

I felt him pushing deeper into me.  There was no pain.  There was nothing but warmth, like he belonged there.  He started pulling out then pushed back in slowly.  He was making love to me, I just knew it; I could feel it.  As he fucked me gently he was kissing my neck and whispering how much he loved me into my ear.

His movements started to speed up.  He kept hitting something inside me giving me feelings like electric shocks running though my entire body.  I was harder than I ever remembered.  I felt that feeling I get right before I have an orgasm but it was way more intense than I ever remembered.  I felt my climax growing and at the same time I felt him push deeply into me and his dick felt like it was getting bigger.

My eyes popped open as the most intense orgasm ever in my entire life slammed through my body.  My dick pulsed.  My butthole was filled to capacity, but it felt good. I then realized that my tummy and sheets were wet, and my maleness was still pulsing!

-*-

-Richie-

It was finally happening.  I was finally making love to my dream boy.  I was fucking him, gently kissing him and whispering how much I loved him.  He was moaning.  My pace increased as did his moans.  Finally I could hold out no longer. I felt his ass clench down onto my dick and it woke me.

It was then I realized that what had been occurring in my dream was actually happening... for real.  I heard him grunt as his orgasm took him.  That pushed me over the edge and I shot my load deep into him.  When my orgasm subsided I started to say something, but my words came out of his mouth.  “I love you, Dream Boy.  We are finally one.”

I pulled out of him then he rolled onto his back.  For the first time we looked into each others eyes in the real world.  We kissed.  The kiss was not one that was tentative.  Instead, it was ‘The Kiss’ of two people joining for the ‘Very First Time’.  It was as if we'd known each other for our entire lifetimes, or even longer than that!

-*-

-Trevor-

I reached down and felt it.  I had finally squirted.  With my hand full of my first cum I felt him pull his penis out of me.  I rolled onto my back and we looked into each other eyes. Then he kissed me.  My hand was still covered in cum, but I didn't care.  His tongue entered my mouth.  When the kiss (which was spectacular, by the way) ended, I showed him my hand.  He noticed it was covered in cum.  He gently guided my wrist so that my hand was in front of his face and he licked it clean.

At that point, Richie and I sat up in the bed.  Our gaze shifted when we heard grunts and moans coming from the other side of the room.  We both started giggling at seeing James kneeling on his bed and jacking his dick while staring at us.

Richie lifted my body up so I was sitting on the edge of the bed, he moved to sit behind me and wrapped his arms around my chest.  We turned to James who said, “I knew the boy in your dreams was Richie, Trevor.  When you told me about the dream last night and you described him, I wanted to tell you but the words wouldn't come out.  It was like something stopped me from telling you.  Watching you guys fucking was so hot! You guys were going at it for almost two hours.  I couldn’t help it. I was jacking off the whole time.  I cummed 4 times!

Richie and I simultaneously said incredulously, “Two Hours?”

“Yeah.  You guys were moaning and groaning, not loud enough to wake up mom & dad, but loud enough to wake me.  I couldn't help but watch.  It was beautiful, and oh so hot.”

Richie and I talked as James listened, his jaw dropping as we told our tales.  It seems that Richie and I had both been having the same exact dream at the same exact time.  The only difference was when I heard him say “We are meant to be one.” He was hearing me say the same thing.  None of us were tired anymore.  The three of us talked until the sun was just starting to come up.

Richie asked if I wanted to take a shower with him.  There wasn't a chance I'd say no.  We walked naked across the hall and into the bathroom.  He turned the shower on and adjusted the temperature.  He guided me into the stall.  He took some soap into his hands and lovingly caressed me from the top of my head to the tips of my toes..  I then turned and did the same to him. Once we’d rinsed ourselves,  
we enveloped ourselves into a deep, deep and meaningful hug and then our lips found their rightful places pressed together, and our tongues did their age-old dance, exploring one another.

At that point he dropped to his knees, while kissing down my belly and then took each of my balls into his mouth and suckled on them gently.  Then he moved his head up slightly and took my hardness into his warm mouth.  He sucked on me so gently and tenderly.  It was a feeling I could never have imagined.  It was far better than I expected it would feel when I fantasized of having Katie suck on me.

He bobbed on me for about 5 minutes and I could hold out no longer.  I rasped out that I was about to cum.  He grabbed my butt and pulled me even closer, refusing to take my dick out of his mouth as I came.  I could feel my cum squirting into his mouth, his throat muscles milking each and every drop, not spilling anything!  Finally, I was spent.  My legs went weak and he gently lowered me to the floor.  He spooned himself to my back and held me tight.

I had to feel him inside me, again.

I reached behind me and guided his hardness to the place where it truly belonged.  I felt him enter.  I was whole again.  He made love to me, again.  There is a difference between just fucking and being made love to.  Before today, I had never experienced either but I knew what was happening here.  He was making love to me.

Once again he injected his spermie nectars deep inside me.

After a few minutes, we recovered from our exertions.  We turned off the shower and took turns drying each other.  Then, hand-in-hand we walked back to the bedroom.  James was still sitting naked on his bed.  Richie and I stood, with his front to my back; with his arms wrapped protectively around me.  He said, “It's good to be home.”

There was a knock on the door.  Frank opened the door and saw Richie and I.  We turned and I guess he saw the love in our eyes.  We asked him to take a seat.  He sat on the futon.  Neither of us cared that Frank saw us holding each other.  Not to mention that we were both naked, standing in front of Frank.  We started telling him about our dreams.  I would start and Richie would finish my sentence.  We were two halves of a whole.

Frank listened to our story and at one point I think I saw a tear fall down his cheek.  Then he smiled and said, “Trevor, I know I asked you to make Richie feel welcome, but this!  Seriously, I am happy for both of you.  But you will need to be careful.  Others might not accept what you two so obviously have, that you truly love one another.”

We promised.

Frank said that since it was only 7:30am, we didn’t need to be downstairs for a few hours.  We would be going out for a late breakfast about 10:30.  He would make sure we were not disturbed. He then said to James, “You might want to consider giving these two a little privacy, Son.”

James began getting dressed.  Richie and I turned so that we were looking into each others eyes. Richie asked, “Do you mind if he’s here?”

“I don’t care, as long as I’m with you.  If he wants to stay, that is fine with me.”

James looked at us, then at his father.  He said, “It’s okay.  I think you two should be alone.  I’m not sure I can handle it without jacking off, besides I’ve almost rubbed my dick off.”

This caused Richie, Frank, and I to guffaw with laughter.  I moved my head toward Richie’s and we kissed.  When we broke the kiss we were alone in the room and the door was closed.

We walked back to the bed and Richie laid down on his back.  “I’ve been in you twice already, but that’s not how I want it.  I want us to both share all of our experiences.  Would you please make love to me?”

I was nervous.  “I’ve never done it before, I’m not sure if I know how.”

The love emanating from his eyes removed my doubts somewhat, but his words finished that task.  “Just follow your heart.  Your body already knows what to do.  Just show me how much you love me... Please.”  His words were pleading.  I could do nothing to resist his request, no, his desires. I did not want to resist.

I moved toward the bed and was kneeling to the side of him.  I kissed his lips once again then began kissing down his body.  I was drawn to his nipples as if I had been programmed with what to do.  It was like I was on autopilot.  I licked and sucked each of his nubs, periodically taking the hard point between my teeth and gently biting them.  He was moaning severely, not from pain but rather from the extreme pleasure he was feeling.

After a few moments I started moving lower.  Down his chest to his belly.  I found my tongue probing at his innie belly button.  This caused him to gasp and squirm.  Meanwhile my hands were caressing his inner thighs and cupping his balls, rolling them around.  His dick pulsed with his heartbeat, and his heartbeat was quickening rapidly.

I continued my downward trek until reaching his pubic hair, and nuzzled them with my nose.  His dick was smacking my my face, as if beckoning me, like it was saying, “Hey, don’t forget me!”

Then I took my tongue and started probing the tip of his hardness.  A slight amount of a sticky substance was oozing out of his dick head which I quickly licked away; it was sweet... I was instantly addicted to its taste.

Slowly, I engulfed his hardness into my oral cavern, all the while applying suction as I moved downward toward its root.  I guess I took too much because I began to gag slightly.  I hadn’t realized he was so long.  He whispered for me not to try to take it all.  I backed off and was satisfied with taking about ¾ of him into my mouth. I bobbed up and down while playing with his balls with my hand.

Minutes later, he said, “I’m going to cum.”  My first impulse was to pull off, but something inside me told me to keep going.  Just as I had done to him, he injected life giving spermie nectars into my mouth.  It was the first time I’d tasted the magical elixirs from his balls, I knew I would never be able to get enough of it.  I swallowed his offering reveling in the slightly sweet/salty taste and loving every drop.  I was addicted.

I wasn’t finished pleasing the second half of my being.  I pulled my mouth off his pole and let my tongue trail down his balls, gently sucking each one, savoring it’s nice clean taste, but I wasn’t finished, not by a long shot.

As if my tongue were on autopilot, it descended into that space separating one’s balls from their butthole.  It smelled clean, not pungent as I thought it might be, or have been, or something.  It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced, or would even allow myself to think of...

My thumbs gently touched and then spread the petals of the rosebud.  It was like that little hole winked at me, inviting me, demanding my attention to it... it was drawing me like a moth to a flame.  Finally, I could not take the suspense any longer... tentatively, delicately, my ran my tongue across its surface, and actually the sensation was pleasant.  My mind thought that this should be revolting, but, nothing of Richie could ever be revolting to me.

Richie liked it too.  He began moaning, and then rapidly asked, “What are you doing down there, my love? !!!  Geezus.”

I was addicted, I had to have it, and I went for it.  Seemingly on its own volition, my tongue darted deep inside the dimple, and finding it very pleasant, and from the moans and groans Richie was exclaiming, I knew I’d hit pay dirt.  After a few minutes of this, God my tongue was completely invading that place, and I fucking loved it, and Richie fucking loved it, a thought passed through my lust filled brain.  Without saying a word, as if on autopilot, I changed positions, licked my way back up his body, and kissed him deeply... all the while positioning myself so that my dick was aligned with that gaping wide hole. Then with surprising ease I entered him.  The feelings were intense.  It was warm, and wet.  The pressure on my dick was making me see stars, like I was in outer space, circling the earth, then the moon, then on out to Uranus - but there was another planet even further out in the galaxy... was that the planet Nirvana I’d read about on Nifty, and elsewhere too????  

Richie exclaimed loud enough that not only could they probably hear him downstairs, but probably across town, “OH! MY!  GOD!  DO!  NOT!  STOP!”

Likewise, caught up in the moment, I exclaimed equally loud, “OH!  MY!  GOD!  I CAN’T STOP!”

Slowly, ever so slowly, I entered him until my few pubic hairs came into contact with the globes of his ass.  With slow determination I pulled back until I almost popped out of him.  Then I would push back until I was fully embedded.

Despite my excitement, I was somehow able to maintain a slow pace, savoring each and every stroke.  I could see the look in his eyes: pure contentment. As I continued making love to him, I leaned forward, we kissed hungrily, as if we couldn’t drink in enough of our youth.  We continued to kiss the entire time I was making love to him.  What seemed like an eternity later, I felt my balls begin to contract toward my body.  Electric charges were developing deep in my gut.  They were taking me over.  They built with a crescendo that awed and consumed me.

Then it happened.

I erupted almost violently into him.  I felt my penis pulse over and over and over and over.  While I was cumming I felt a wetness on my chest.  I broke the kiss, looked down, and saw him cumming as well.  He was also pulsing his butt around my dick, squeezing it like it had never been squeeze before... which added to my explosion.

Finally,we were spent.  I collapsed onto his chest, spreading his seed between us.  We kissed yet again.

Slowly, my penis began deflating, which was okay really because it was super, super sensitive, and then slid out of his wide open hole.  Simultaneously, as one, we said to each other, “I love you.”
For a few minutes we simply laid there holding each other.  I looked at the clock. 9:58am.  We needed to get up, shower, and get dressed.  When we opened the door, James almost fell into the room, he’d been standing with his ear to the door.  Richie and I looked down at him sprawled on the floor and guffawed with laughter.

We all showered together.  It was the first time I had ever touched James’ penis and balls.  I am sure he enjoyed it almost as much as I did.  But... I had Richie and that was all I would ever need.  Besides, James’ dick looked very, very red. I doubt it was all that interested in coming out to play..

Washed, dried and dressed, James led the way as Richie and I walked down the stairs hand-in-hand. To my surprise my mom was there.  I walked up to her and said, “Mom, I found a a boy that really rocks my world.  Please say hello to my Dream Boy.  My Richie.”

End – Chapter 5  -- but Definitely not the end of the story.

AUTHOR’S NOTE:  This chapter is far different than it was after my initial writing.  I owe this to having one of the best editors and friends in the ‘business’.  This chapter would be nowhere near as good without his input, guidance, and severely warped mind.  I want to give a heartfelt thanks to my editor Joe Writer Man, author of The Light, The Redemption, and The Transition.  You can find his stories at http://joewriterman.wordpress.com

Joe.  I value your input, friendship, and keen mind more than you will ever know.

Hermes

Editor’s Note: Thanks Hermes.  It has been and continues to be a pleasure working with you on our stories.  You’ve saved my bacon a number of times with plots, twists and turns, clarifications, and whatnot for probably the past year or so.

Be well, my friend.
JWM

This isn’t the end.... far from it.