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Dream Lover

by Hermes

© 2011

Chapter 6

-Saturday-

“Mom, I found a a boy that really rocks my world. Please say hello to my Dream Boy. My Richie.”

I was surprised when I saw her... for some reason I thought she was totally pissed and for the life of me I couldn’t understand why.  Usually, when she sees me come down the stairs, she grins.  Either she’s pissed or sad or something.  Shit... I’m only 12, how am I supposed to know?

In the few seconds since I’d seen her, I tried to think of why she’d be acting like this.  If she’d been told about Richie, I would think she’d be really happy.  Her reaction was really puzzling to me... Unless... She heard us!

“Good Morning Richie.  It's very nice to meet you.”  Mom said formally.

I glanced at Richie then turned back to Mom.  “You're back early.”

She looked over at Richie, then back to me before speaking.  “I got a call early this morning from Mr. Wilkins. I’ll let him tell you why when you talk with him later, but he said it might be a good idea if I came home a few hours earlier than I had planned.  I think we need to talk.  You, Me... and Richie.”

I looked over at Mr. Wilkins hoping to read him and I failed miserably; I had no clue what he was thinking.  He nodded indicating that he agreed with my Mom.  I looked back at my boy and asked,  “Richie, ya wanna go to my house and see my room?  I think mom wants to talk to us.”

“Sure.” Richie said.  By the sound of his voice I could tell he was a little frightened.  When he looked into my eyes, I tried to convey that it would be okay.  I guess I was able to do that because his next words were almost what I would describe as 'excited'.  “I think it would be kinda cool to see your room.”

Mom looked at Richie, then to me, then once-again to Richie. With her eyes still on Richie, in a calm voice she said, “Trevor, I think we should talk before you show him your room.”  Involuntarily I swallowed, I didn’t think that could mean anything good.

Mom, Richie and I said our goodbyes to the Wilkins family.  It was arranged that both families would meet at my house that evening for dinner.  As we were leaving, Frank turned to his wife and said, “Quite a homecoming for Richie, don't you think?”

Mrs. Wilkins simply nodded with no expression at all that I could figure out.

Richie and I walked the half block to my house hand-in-hand with mom following a few feet behind us.  As we entered the door mom directed us to the kitchen table.  We all sat.  It was silent for about a minute while mom looked at the two of us.  We were holding hands on top of the table.  Finally, she spoke, but her tone didn't give me any idea what she was thinking.

“First off, Welcome Richie.  I hope your trip here was okay.”

“It was kinda boring, Mrs. Aabrams.  9 hours on a bus and all.  But thanks. I tell you though, I never expected what I found when I got to my bedroom.”

Mom seemed surprised in a way.  She looked at me, and in her normal kind voice asked, “Would you PLEASE explain to me exactly what IS happening here?”

I started to speak but Richie interrupted.  “Mrs. Aabrams, Trevor didn't do anything really.  At least before I got here.  As you know, my parents were killed in an auto accident.  I was really upset over it.  After it happened... the accident, it seemed like all I was doing was sleeping.  It kinda helped me not have to think about it.  Anyway, about 2 or 3 days after the accident I had a dream.  In that dream all I saw was the top half of a boy's face.  I kinda felt drawn to it.  I couldn't touch it, I couldn't get closer to it.  I just stared at the face and it stared back at me.  But I felt good.  I was almost happy again.  Right before I woke up...”

I took over, “Right before you woke up, you heard a voice say, 'We are meant to be one.'  right?”

Richie confirmed it.

We continued talking about what we’d touched on briefly last night while talking with Frank, but in more detail as mom listened.

Mom was thoughtful.  Several times she acted like she wanted to interrupt and ask a question, but held back.  Eventually she smiled, turned directly toward Richie, and said, “Richie, Trevor told me that he was having dreams about someone.  Someone he didn't know.  It was causing him to question himself; his sexuality, his orientation.  What you guys are telling me sounds way out there, but Trevor had told me about this before; he didn’t even knew who you were, so I am inclined to believe you. I am sorry if I seemed angry.  I guess, in a way, I was.  Actually, I wasn't, really.  I was concerned for my son.”

“Mom, I will tell you this.  Now that I have met Richie in person, I know he’s the boy in my dreams.  What happened last night just happened.  It was like we weren't in control.  I do know one thing: since I met Richie I know now that I'm really gay, and I am happy about that.  I love him, Mom.  Somehow I know now that I always did – and always will.”

Mom looked between the two of us, stood and pulled us up out of our seats and wrapped the two of us in a tight hug.  She drew in a deep breath and said, “Okay... I guess we need to talk about some ground rules then.”

Mom seemed slightly embarrassed but went ahead and said, “I assume that last night nobody was prepared for what happened so you guys didn't use condoms, am I correct?”

I blushed.  I can't believe I was going to have THIS conversation with my mother!  “Uhm... No, mom, we didn't.”

“Fine.  First thing we're going to do is make a rule that if you guys are going to be sexually active you WILL use condoms.  Do I make myself clear?”

“Mom, neither of us have been with anyone, is it really necessary?”

She shook her head, but in a calm voice said, “Trevor, I’m flying by the seat of my pants, so to speak... I don’t really know, but until I do, this is a rule that I insist on.”

Reluctantly, I agreed, as did Richie.

“Secondly, many people in our society don't look too well on gay people.  Even more so when a gay couple is as young as you two are.  So, as a general rule, you will need to be extra careful. You don't want to advertise your relationship except to those closest to you.  There are people out there who will try to hurt one or both of you.  I want you two to be safe.”

We both nodded.

“Third.  I want you both to know that you can talk to me - about anything.  I won't try to keep you two apart, that would only force you to go behind my back.  After all, I was young and in love once too.  I want you both to agree that there will be no secrets between us, and that goes for Mr. and Mrs. Wilkins as well.”

We both agreed.

“Okay, I want to talk to the Wilkins' about this, then I want Frank to sit with the two of you.  There are things that you should talk to a male about.  I may be your mother, I guess both of yours in a way, but I can't say I know things from a man's perspective.  In the meantime, why don't you go up to Trevor's room.  I will tell you one thing.  If the door to your room is closed then I will respect that.  If I need you I will knock and wait for you to tell me it's safe to come in.  I don't need to see you two, uhm... you know.” That last part made even Mom blush matching the color of Richie’s face, and mine too.

Mom pulled us both into a deep hug, turned us around facing away from her and then swatted us both on the behind (playfully). “Now, scoot.”  We giggled and went up to my, or should I say, OUR room.

Richie followed me into my room.  Once inside he looked around taking in how I chose to decorate my domain.  I couldn’t help myself.  I turned and closed the door.  I walked up and turned Richie around so he was facing me.  Gently, our lips touched.  The kiss progressed and within seconds we were in a very passionate kiss, our tongues dueling and struggling for dominance. Much to my dismay, he broke the kiss, looked deeply into my eyes and asked, “Do you regret what happened last night?  Even a little?”

His question puzzled me (even though the fact that he was worried about how I felt was kinda sweet).  I know in my heart I have no regrets.  His question made me wonder if he did.  As a single tear fell down my cheek I said,  “Not a single regret, Richie.  Why?  Do you?”

Without hesitation he replied, as he wiped the tear from my cheek with his thumb, “No. None.  I was just worried that we went a little fast once we were awake.  I know you’ve never been with anyone before, neither have I really, but... uhm... well... uhm... I was just worried you might feel that I took advantage somehow.”

“Neither have you ‘really’?”  I asked.

“Yeah, James and I sorta messed around.. nothing as far as we did last night.. just jacked each other off and I sucked on him once.”  Richie told me.  “Do you hate me for that?”

I answered him by pushing him toward the bed.  He fell backward onto it and I ‘fell’ on top of him and gave him yet another kiss.  Breaking the kiss in order to breathe, I asked, “Does that answer your question?”

He smiled and hugged me to him.  I knew we had to stop or we’d wind up breaking our promise to mom by repeating the night before without a condom.  I got up and walked over to my dresser.  I took out some clean clothing and proceeded to change.  Richie watched my every move.  Yes, I was teasing him a bit, doing a joking strip tease, but it was fun.

When I got down to my boxer briefs it was apparent how excited I was.  He stood, came over to me, wrapped his arms tightly around my torso and brought his lips to mine.  We kissed deeply as his hand fondled the family jewels through the cotton of my briefs. I pulled away and said, “I love you so much, but if we don’t stop I’m going to blow a load in my shorts!”

Richie got an evil grin on his face, dropped to his knees and pulled my boxer briefs down to my knees.  He kissed the end of my pleasure pole before taking me to the root into his moist maw.  Looking down at him, in that position, bobbing on me was totally erotic; sending my lust to new heights.  I interlaced my fingers in his hair, holding his head tightly, moving my arms with his action. It didn’t take long before my breathing came in rasps.  I grunted out my only warning,  “I’m going to cum!”  He responded by taking hold of my nuts and tugging slightly.  That pushed me over the edge and I emptied my balls into his throat.  He swallowed my meager load.  Afterward, he licked my wilting penis clean then looked up at me and smacked his lips.

“That is the best breakfast I could have ever asked for.  I can live on nothing but you for the rest of my life; I’d be happy, healthy, and content.” Richie said that with such feeling in his voice that it tore at my very being. Oh, God, I love him so much!

I pulled him up off his knees and we kissed again.  I tasted my essence in his mouth.  I was about to return the favor when a knock on the door interrupted my plan.  I called out “Just a minute!” and rushed to dress.  When I opened the door, Frank was standing there.  I invited him in, pulled my desk chair over for him to sit as Richie and I took a seat on the edge of the bed.

As he sat in the chair I noticed the bag he was carrying.  He followed my gaze and chuckled.  “These are a few supplies your mother, your Aunt and I, felt you both might need.”  He handed the bag to Richie who reached in pulled out several boxes of condoms and a large bottle of lubricant.  I know the situation was serious, but the look on Richie’s face was such that I couldn’t help but bust out laughing.  His eyes almost bugged out of his head.

Once we’d controlled our laughter Frank continued, “Neither of you have been ‘with’ someone else, and, correct me if I’m wrong, you have no intent of being ‘with’ anyone else, at least in a penetrative sense.  If that is the case, using condoms really has little meaning.  However you do influence others around you, especially you, Richie.  James, and possibly others around you who respect you will follow your example.”

Hearing this made me think about James, Mike, and Eric.  Not to mention someone James might fall in love with in the future.  It made sense in a way.  Richie spoke before I had a chance.  “Uncle Frank, we understand.  I won’t promise that Trevor and I will always remember to use one when we’re alone, but I will promise that if we’re not alone we will; like if James happens to be in our room and Trevor and I... you know.  I don’t want to be even a little responsible for James or anyone getting sick because they just didn’t think about using one because they saw us doing it without one.”

Frank looked at me. I nodded indicating my agreement with Richie.  He said he would talk to Mom to get her to back off slightly on the condom issue.  We talked at length with Frank about a lot of things.  He did want to make one point perfectly clear.  While he was happy for Richie and I, he wanted Richie to realize he still lived in his house.  Neither Richie nor I should just assume we’d be sleeping together every night.  It was agreed that on weekends we would alternate staying in either my room or in the room Richie shared with James.  During weekdays when there is school, we would sleep... alone.. in our own beds.  

Frank looked a little nervous which was totally not what I expected from him.  He always seemed to be so carefree.  “Guys, there’s no easy way for me to bring this up, so I am just going to say it outright.  At some point it might come up that James wants to join in on some of what you guys are doing.  He acts like he knows but he’s really just trying to figure things out.  What you two have is special and my fear is that James will want one or both of you to teach him things.  Now... damn, this is more difficult than I thought it would be... What the hell... If James wants you to teach him things, and you both agree to it, I have no problems with it, except for anal sex.  I think that should be reserved for the two of you together, only.”

I took the reins on this one.  "Mr. Wilkins, Frank, I love Richie.  Richie loves me.  And James and I are best friends.  I don't want to ruin either of these relationships.  I can’t promise that I won’t do anything with James, but only if he asks me to, and Richie agrees.  Neither Richie nor I will ever suggest doing anything with James.  We will coach James so he understands that kind of sex should be saved for someone special, that he should wait until he finds that special boy, just like Richie and I have, and that they’re both ready before actually doing it.”

Frank appraised us, exhaled a deep breath and said, “I think I can live with that.”

After a few minutes of sitting there, not saying anything, Frank stood.  “Well boys, I’m going to head back downstairs, if you ever need to talk, I’m here for you.  Okay?”

“Thanks Uncle Frank.”  Richie smiled at his uncle.  I stood and gave him a hug and said, “Yeah, thanks a whole bunch, Mr. Wilkins.”

“Trevor’s mom is ordering Chinese for dinner.  We’ll place the order in about 30 minutes.  I know James wants to talk to you guys as well so I will send him up.”

“Uhm, Uncle Frank?”  Richie called.

“Yes, Richie?”

“Trevor and I need to talk about a few things, can you ask James to wait about 20 minutes or so before coming up?”

Frank eyed us suspiciously which caused Richie to blush. “Come on, Uncle Frank.  We really do need to just talk, honest!”

Frank chuckled, “Okay, I’ll ask James to wait about 20 minutes so you two can ‘talk’.”  He winked as he left the room closing the door behind himself.

Richie and I turned to face each other on the bed.  “This is really weird you know?”  I said.

“Yeah.  I never expected them to be so okay with it.  And they even got us some condoms and lube!”  Richie replied.  He then took the boxes of condoms out of the bag.  There were several boxes and they were all different.  Richie started laughing when he saw one box.  It was named “Magnum, Extra Large”.  “I don’t think either of us is big enough for one of these!”  He then took one out of the box, tore the wrapper off it and held it up.  It was like twice the size of either of us.  We looked at each other and shouted in unison, “WATER BALLOON!”

We laughed together.  It was exactly what we needed to relieve the tension we’d been feeling.  I stopped laughing and looked into Richie’s eyes.  “Do you want to spend the night tonight?  Just the two of us?”

“More than anything.” Came Richie’s reply.

“I kind of think that we’ll be allowed to.  They have to be expecting us to ask.”  I stated.

“Yeah, I hope so.”  There was a longing in Richie’s eyes.  From the way I was feeling, I probably had the same look in mine.  About that time there was a knock on the door.  Immediately we said together, “Come in.”

The door opened slowly and James shyly peeked his head around it.  From the look on his face I guess he expected to find us naked or something.  “So, all you guys really did was talk?”  He asked.

“Yep.” we both intoned together.

James laughed.  A moment later he said, “The adults are all downstairs expecting that you guys were making out or something.  Dad told them that I’d seen it the night before so it wouldn’t be a big deal if I saw it again.”

“About that, “ Richie started, “I’m sorry you had to see that, but it just happened and you were asleep.”

“Hey Cuz... it was hot to watch, I surely didn’t mind!”  James stated excitedly.

“Well, it still wasn’t right.  You and I share a room so I guess we’ll have to set some rules tomorrow.  Uncle Frank said you had some things to talk to us about?”  Richie inquired of his cousin.

“Uhm, yeah.  Does he know about... you know?”  James asked.

Richie laughed, “Well, if he didn’t before I’d have to tell him now.  But I did tell him that we messed around a little last year.  He’s cool with it.”

“Oh.  Okay.  It’s just that I was kinda looking forward to you coming to live with us because I kinda wanted to do some more with you.  But now you’ve got Trevor, so... I was thinkin’... maybe we can all do stuff together?”

“James, you’re my best friend.  Are you sure you want to do that?  Don’t you think it would change our friendship?”  I asked.

“Nah.  To be honest, I was trying the other day to do some stuff with you when we were reading Nifty, but you didn’t catch on.”

Richie got a little serious.  “Dude, We already talked about it.  We don’t mind doing SOME stuff with you, when you ask, but there is one thing we won’t do: we can’t fuck you.  That’s just for Trevor and me.

“Yeah, I figured that.  But that’s cool.  I don’t want to do stuff all the time, but knowing you guys are doing stuff is gonna keep me seriously boned all the time, and I don’t think I could stand just jacking off all the time.  I gotta find a boyfriend!”  James sighed, causing both Richie and I to giggle like schoolgirls.  It’s true, we’d have to be on the lookout for the perfect boyfriend for James.

“Well, that’ll be cool then, but not tonight.  Trevor and I want some alone time if that’s okay with you, Cuz.”  Richie said almost in a pleading voice.

“You know, I am pretty smart.  I figured that much out on my own.  But it’s cool.  Besides, my dick is still a bit raw after last night.  I did want to say though that I am really happy you two found each other.  When I do find a boyfriend, I hope we can learn to love each other like you guys.”

“Hey, James, why don’t we take Richie around town tomorrow and show him the mall, and stuff?”  I suggested.

“Yeah, that would be totally awesome!”  James said.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.  Whoever was there instantly heard three voices saying, “It’s okay, come on in!”

Frank opened the door, poked his head around and said that dinner had arrived.

We went downstairs and Mom had ordered a feast of Chinese from my favorite place.

We all sat down and started pigging out.  The conversation was light.  Nobody talked about the ‘elephant in the room’.  It was just a cool way to welcome Richie to the family, especially since the family is now 2 people larger than it was a day before.

As we were about finished, I asked the adults, “Is it okay if James and I take Richie to show him around tomorrow?.”

The adults looked at each other; they reached a silent consensus.  Frank said, “We don’t see that as a problem.  I could drop you guys off at the mall if you like in the morning.”

“Thanks Mr. Wilkins.  That kinda leads me to my next question.”  I said sort of sheepishly.

Mrs. Wilkins spoke for pretty much the first time.  “Trevor, the other day I told your mother that I wouldn’t have been upset if there had been ‘something’ going on with you and James, so I won’t even tell you I have a problem with you and Richie.  I will just say that I want you all to be careful about how others perceive you two.  None of us would want any of you to get hurt in any way.  That being said, we anticipated that you were going to ask if Richie could spend the night here tonight.  The answer to that is yes.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Wilkins.  I promise that we’ll be careful.”

That said, James, Richie, and I put the remaining food away and cleaned up the dishes while the adults had coffee in the living room.  While we were working, James was going a mile a minute telling Richie about things to do in town.

When we’d finished cleaning up we went into the living room.  Mr. Wilkins said, “Okay guys, it’s time for James, my wife, and I to head home.  I will pick you two up at 10:30am tomorrow to take you to the mall.  Have fun tonight!”  He winked at both Richie and me. Afterward the three of them left to walk back to the Wilkins’ house.

We sat in the living room with mom, turned on the TV and started flipping channels. When we found the Logo Network;  that’s a network that focuses on gay issues.  Richie saw that a movie called “The Big Eden” was just starting and suggested we watch it.  It’s about an artist who lived in New York.  He was gay.  He’d moved away from the small town he lived in because he didn’t really feel comfortable being gay in such a small town.  He winds up having to go back because his Grandfather takes ill.  He renews acquaintances with some of the people he’d grown up with, including a boy he’d shared some pretty intimate moments with.  Well, the other boy got a terminal case of thinking he was straight and got married and has a couple kids.  As it happens the mother wound up out of the picture and the guy tries to get back with the artist.  But, in the meantime, The rest of the town, not realizing he’s gay, tries to hook him up with just about every single female in town until the local busybody realizes he’s gay.

Then she tries hooking him up with other guys from neighboring communities.  But, there’s another side of this.  The proprietor of the local general store, an American Indian, is gay.  Nobody but a few of the guys who hang out at the store know this, and he falls head over heels for our hero (the artist).  Cutting to the chase, at the end of the movie, our hero, and the Indian wind up together.  It was a sweet movie.  When it was over, Mom said, “I think I’m going to watch more of this channel.  It might help me to understand things better.  But from this movie, Gay love isn’t much different than straight love.”

By the time the movie was over it was approaching 10:00pm.  We stood to say our goodnight but before we went upstairs, Mom asked to talk to us just for a minute.  We sat on the love seat across from the couch she was sitting on.  “Trevor, Richie, I had a long talk with Frank, and he helped me to understand that you two have committed to being faithful to each other when it comes to penetrative sex.  I find that highly commendable, and very responsible.  As a result, I am willing to lift the requirement that you use a condom.”

“Mom, we promised that providing we’re alone, pending your approval, we’d be able to refrain from using one.  But if it happens that we’re at Richie’s and there is even a possibility that James could see us, we would use one, if only to set an example.  But thank you for considering us.”

“It make me feel better that you two are thinking of others, not just yourselves.  Go on then, head upstairs.  I’ll see both of you downstairs for breakfast at about 9:30, okay?”

Richie and I stood, walked over to mom and gave her a kiss and a hug, saying, “Good Night.”  We then left her and went upstairs, holding hands. Given how late it was, and how long a day we’d had, I should have been sleepy, but having Richie beside me was better than a truckload of sugar.  Arriving in OUR room, I closed the door, turned around and wound up firmly in Richie’s arms.  He planted a kiss on me that shook me to the core.  Like “WOW!”

We undressed as we made our way to the bed.  Richie laid down onto the bed and I joined him but I was on my knees next to him.  I bent down and we kissed some more, our hands roaming around each others body wherever we could reach.  This went on for some minutes when I decided to return the favor Richie had done for me, before Frank came to talk to us.

I started kissing down his body, lingering here and there to further excite him.  He was already fully hard by the time I reached the part of him I hungered for the most.  I didn’t waste any more time.  I took him into my mouth, allowing my tongue to caress the mushroom on top.  Slowly I took more and more of him deeper and deeper into my oral cavity while simultaneously rolling his balls in my hand.
I don’t even know how I did it, but I was surprised when my nose found itself buried in his slight patch of soft pubic hair.  I couldn’t believe I was able to get all of his organ into my mouth and the beginnings of my throat without gagging.  All the while, Richie was moaning slightly, but with greater intensity as I worked on him.

I bobbed on his entire length for about 5 minutes before I sensed he was about to blow his load.  As he had done to me this morning, I wrapped my hand around the base of his ball sack and tugged slightly.  That pushed him over the edge. He filled my mouth with his offering.  I swallowed making room for subsequent jets of his molten boy cream.  Once the torrent had ended, I licked him clean and laid down next to him.  We kissed deeply, sending the last of his jizz to him with my tongue.

We had cuddled for a few minutes when Richie whispered to me.  “Baby, I really want to feel you inside me.  Would you do that for me?”  I really like hearing him call me ‘Baby’.

“It would be great, I think.  Hey, why don’t I use some of the lube we were given?”

“Mmmmm, sounds wonderful.”  He said with a smile.

I reached for the bottle, opened it, poured a small amount into my hand and coated my fingers with it.  I took one finger and probed his nether regions since he’d already pulled his legs back to his chest exposing that most private portion of anatomy to me.  I was able to get one finger in and proceeded to move it in and out, loosening him.  After a few minutes, I felt no resistance so I added a second probing finger.  His moans started increasing and I again felt no resistance.

Pouring a bit more of the lubricant on my hand I reached down to my now painfully erect penis coating it in the slick liquid.  It was COLD!  Even so, I was so excited that I didn’t lose my erection.  After a couple strokes to make certain I was lubed, I was back to full hardness.


I positioned myself between his legs, took his feet and raised them to my shoulders, then placed the head of my dick at his entrance and slowly entered his tight channel with ease.  Instinctively I pushed in until I was fully embedded into him. I waited a few moments to allow his body to adjust to the intrusion.  The funny part was I really seemed to know what I was doing.  While I was waiting for him to adjust, maybe from slight pain, I’m not sure, a thought came to me.   I remembered from school that this was what was called innate knowledge, or something like that.  It was like I was born to do it.

Once he’d indicated he was ready, I pulled back slowly until I was nearly out of him then reversed directions.  I continued like this for a few minutes then got the urge to kiss him.

As I continued, slowly driving into (and out of) him, I bent my upper torso in such a way so that our lips were intimately joining.  We kissed with growing passion as I made love to him.  This must have gone on for nearly 30 minutes before I felt the telltale signs that my own orgasm was fast approaching.  Once I was at the point of no return I felt his sphincter muscle clamp down onto my prong just as it was fully inside him.  I unloaded into him and felt wetness hitting my chest.  I broke the kiss long enough to realize that without even touching himself he was cumming at the same time I was.

After depositing all I was going to be able to, I collapsed onto his chest, spreading his juices between us.  Again we kissed deeply.  During the kiss, my cock softened and plopped out of him.  Somehow also during that kiss I guess exhaustion overtook both of us and we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

END - Chapter 6 -- Coming Soon - Chapter 7