Date: Tue, 15 May 2001 20:50:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Reisser Ben <reisserb@yahoo.com>
Subject: I Lay My Cock on You Part 4

I LAY MY COCK ON YOU PART 4

"I HAVE A DREAM"
By Ben Reisser

DISCLAIMER:

This story is a work of fiction involving sex among consenting males. It
does not reflect the sexual orientation of any of the individuals herein.
If this kind of stuff is illegal in your locale, if you are below the age
of 18, or if you find themes as this offensive, this story is not for
you. Otherwise, enjoy and get aroused.

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I have a dick
A schlong, a prick
To help me cope
With any hole
If you see the wonder
Of my own boner
You can taste the precum
Even with a lick.

CHORUS:
I believe in screwing
Something good in every butt I see
I believe in screwing
When I know the hole is right for me
I cum in streams
I have a dick.
(To the tune of "I Have a Dream" by Westlife)


I BEGAN to unbutton my shirt...

Mark was not someone who could easily smile without baring first his
perfect set of teeth. Maybe, that was one of his best assets among many
others which makes him really sexy. He was a towering demigod to behold.
Though slim and not very well defined, he exudes a certain degree of
sexiness that is very hard to go unnoticed.

My shirt came off and I started to unbuckle my belt...

There's a definite air of mystery that was enshrouding this young Irish
lad. His smile alone created a feeling of strong enigma and excitement.
Add to that his very gentle and silent disposition, his boyishly crude
ways and simplicity in words and actions. His very short, dark hair that
wouldn't stand comparison with the other band members' trendy hairstyles
certainly speaks in a way of his equally shadowy persona. Not that he's
evil or something. But it was just hard to decipher the real Mark inside,
which makes him even more alluring and tempting.

My hands started unzipping my fly...

Only the two of us alone in my room, Mark stood in front of me, not
moving any muscle other than his jaws. He was smiling forever; his
seemingly innocent grin was oozing with pure sex appeal.

My boxers dropped to the floor which I immediately kicked off...

Again, my boxers made an emergency landing on the bedside lamp like an
oversized white moth, much like what happened during my one night stand
with Nicky several months ago. Never mind. It's Mark who's most important
right now.

I was naked...

But Mark's not. Silently, his eyes bade me to get closer to him... to
feel him... to undress him. All these I did with intense pleasure while
his eyes were closed.

And so we stood there naked and vulnerable, touching each other but not
speaking. I kissed him passionately, which he also returned with fervor.
My tongue savored the exciting taste of the second best fluid in his body
and it was so intoxicatingly sweet.

I then bade him towards the bed. Gently tugging his hand while our gazes
were locked to each other. Still not uttering a single word, we lay down
on the soft mattress. We then resumed our caresses and passionate kisses.

I'm so ready to make love with this young stud. And there's no doubt he
was, too.

His nimble hands found my cock and stroked it to full erection. My brain
was whirring in extreme sexual delight, it was as if a heavenly tune was
being played all over and over in my mind while he continued to arouse me
further. But then, without warning, the melodious song I was imagining
turned so cacophonous I immediately jerked off from Mark's tight embrace.

It was the sound of the door being forced open with a defeaning crash.
Both Mark and I were startled that we went back to embracing once again.
This time, the embrace was almost neck-wrenching. We were not prepared to
witness the next thing that happened.

Kian Egan, Nicky Bryne and Shane Filan barged into the room, their
expressions overflowing with jelousy and rage. Their burning eyes seemed
to sear our young bodies. My jaw dropped open but I couldn't let out even
the faintest of sounds. Then, after them, a hellish Bryan McFadden
appeared, his face distorted with unspeakable envy and evil. He was
holding a mallet and he was ready to kill. Bryan began to raise it as he
made his way closer to two naked bodies holding each other tight in sheer
horror.

Bryan McFadden raised his weapon way above his head, his face bore no
sign of a sweet and caring lad he once was. I pulled Mark closer to me
and let out a loud scream, anticipating the first blow.

I screamed louder. I screamed again... again...

And again...

But I was all alone in my room. Beads of sweat drenched my face and neck.
It was the worst dream I ever had in my life. And I was really crying
very very hard.

The dream was so vivid I was still very much frightened. Quickly, I
rushed buck naked out of my room and ran towards the end of the hall to
my Unc's room.

I rapped at his door furiously. I was terribly shaken I was still crying
very badly. My Unc Louis who was also fully naked like me opened the door
and was flabbergasted by my appearance. He certainly did not expect a
grown person like me in hysterics running around the house stark naked in
the middle of the fucking night. I embraced him right away and cried some
more until my eyes, mouth and throat were all sore.

After I slowly regained my wits, my Unc spoke, "That's certainly a fine
performance you've got, my boy. But for goodness sake, what, pray tell
me, happened?!"

I let out the last faint whimper in my throat and I slowly explained to
him everything.

"You're really unpredictable," My Unc patted me at the back, "One moment
you're in bed fucking like a grown man and the next moment you're having
nightmares like a toddler and scaring the shit out of me. That's not very
normal, 'ya know?"

I just nodded my head and mumbled a faint "Sorry." I suddenly felt very
embarrassed by what happened I couldn't look at my Unc straight in the
eye.

"Alright, my lad, everything's fine now," Unc Louis reassured, "Must have
been from eating too much shrimp last dinner."

"Or maybe not," A voice emanated from the bed as a shadowy figure emerged
and stood from under the covers. "It might have been caused by too much
sex with Shane just hours ago."

It was Mark Feehily, naked too like Unc and me! He was grinning so
broadly at me that I felt even more embarassed I thought I'd die in
shame. I was deeply disconcerted that I never gave a damn what the hell
was he doing there.

"Kinda arousing by what I've heard from you." He continued. "Basing from
your recollection, you really dreamt so bad about me, don't you?"

I just replied with a little smile. I was still enveloped with shame at
that moment nonetheless.

"So what can you say about making your nasty dreams into blissful
reality?" My Unc said. "I suppose you still have some spare juice left in
your balls to join me and Mark?"

My Unc was right. And as quick as it has happened, I began to forget
about the terribly humiliating nightmare I had.

I almost thought that I had been dreaming again the moment I joined Unc
and Mark in bed.

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That's it folks! I hope you enjoyed reading Part 4 like the earlier
parts.

So, only Bryan left unconquered? I hate to admit it but were fast
approaching the end of Ben's Westlife saga. But it's never too late to
send in your comments and suggestions to me so that I could make the two
final sequels even better and more exciting than ever. (Yes, there's
still one final chapter after Bryan so don't you miss it 'coz it will
really be an explosive grand finale)

Thank you very much to all of you who have been avid readers of this
series. Your critiques about my works will surely help me in improving my
future stories.

Enjoy!

Ben Reisser
<reisserb@yahoo.com>