Date: Fri, 11 Jan 2002 11:03:00 -0800 (PST) From: Author James <authorjames2002@yahoo.com> Subject: Chronicles of a Real Dark Knight 15 Disclaimer: This story, though maybe not in this chapter but in subsequent chapters, will have celebrities in it. I have no knowledge of their sexuality and this is not intended to imply their sexuality. This is all from my own mind. Scary!! People actually get a glimpse into my mind!!! Buffy, the Vampire Slayer, Angel and all related characters created by Joss Whedon. Copyright 20th Century Fox. Batman, and all related characters created by Bob Kane. Copyright DC Comics and Warner Bros. X-MEN, and all related characters created by Stan Lee. Copyright Marvel Comics and 20th Century Fox. Talamasca, Lestat, Louis, and all related characters created by Anne Rice. Copyright Anne O'Brien Rice. I don't know for sure if I will use all the above elements, but just in case, I have myself covered. In this story, which has been floating around in my head most of my life, you will find many universes merging, as the above copyrights reveal. I hope you all enjoy this. I appreciate any feedback that you may want to give. This story doesn't deal so much with sex, sex, sex, but more of my feelings that I struggled with and am starting to come to terms with. Part of his background is mine. I do hope that you enjoy it!!! Any emails you send, please tell me what chapter and story you are commenting on. Thanks. jmsotc@yahoo.com Chapter 15 Perchance to Dream I woke up early in the afternoon. After showering and dressing, I went downstairs and checked on my mail. It was sent without incident. I went to the dining room and ate breakfast, which actually turned out to be lunch. When I was finished I went down to the library and found Jayce and several other Watchers reading through books. "Anything new?" I asked. "No, nothing," Jayce replied. "Did you sleep well last night?" "Yeah." "That's one of us. Everyone else had disturbing dreams." "About what?" "The counts of hell. Each person dreamed of a different count. We are trying to determine which count has the power to affect dreams. So far we've determined four. But there may be more. "You should get going. The ball is tonight." I went up to my room, grabbed a light jacket and left my room. Serena was coming out of her room pulling on her jacket. "Good afternoon, Bats." "Good afternoon. Did you sleep okay?" I asked. "Not really. Why do you ask?" "Because Jayce and everyone else had a dream about the counts of hell." Serena's face turned white. "Me, too." "Let's go see Jayce first and tell him what's going on." We headed down to the library and Serena told Jayce of her dream. "Fascinating," Jayce said. "So far everyone has dreamed of a completely different demon. Why could that be? To mask who it is?" "It's possible," Serena answered, "and why is Eric not having the dreams?" "A very good question. Tell me, Eric, did you do anything special last night?" "I prayed." Serena and I were on our way to Buckingham palace. The drive was quiet, neither of us speaking a word. Serena looked as if she were uncomfortable around me. I was used to others feeling that because of my sexual orientation. I was not used to someone feeling that way because of my spirituality. But I could understand it. I was uncomfortable around others who had different beliefs. At least, I was at one time. Not so much any more. I just hold fast to what I believe and trust that God works with each person individually. God knows exactly how each person needs to be approached and the kind of relationship to have with the Almighty. Who am I to pass judgment? The car pulled up and Serena and I climbed out. Jessica and Christine passed us. We went inside to find the Princes. Harry was in the game room playing games. "Hello, Harry," Serena greeted. "Hey," he said not taking his eyes off the game. "How are you?" I asked. "Good." "Glad to hear it. Do you know where William is?" "He's in the gymnasium." "Thanks." I turned and left. Walking down the hall, down a flight of stairs, and through another corridor I came to a set of double doors. I opened them to find William at one of the machines exercising his arms. He was a most attractive sight, with a muscle shirt and shorts on exposing his sweaty, well-toned limbs. He breathed in and out loudly with each exertion. I dared not interrupt him. After a few minutes he stopped and sat up. "Hello, Eric," he said. "Hello. How goes the exercising?" "Quite well, thanks. How did things go last night?" "Serena and I were successful. It was difficult, but we triumphed." "Glad to see you made it back in one piece," he replied looking me up and down. "Want to exercise with me?" "Sure." "Come with me to the changing room. I'm sure there are some clothes in there that would fit you." I followed William into the changing room. There was a row of lockers and a bench. The shower, encased in glass, was big enough for four people. William went over to a large cabinet and opened it. "Here are the shorts and shirts. Grab your size." I went over and pulled out a gray muscle shirt and gray shorts. I turned to see William leaning against the wall with a grin on his face. "Don't be shy. Go ahead and change." Trying not to be so self-conscious, I stripped down to my underclothes and pulled on the clothing I took from the cabinet. As I pulled up my shorts, William said, "See that wasn't so bad, was it? I don't bite. I don't force myself on people. Although, seeing you in boxers was enough to make me start." I just shook my head. "Come on." William and I exited the changing room and headed back to the equipment. "I am going to use the treadmill next," William informed. "I can use the Stairmaster," I replied. We stepped onto our respective machines and started our workout. "What happened last night?" William asked. I told him about the Mad Hatter and the Queen of Hearts, of the rabbit hole and Wonderland. He just looked at me with rapped attention. When I finished he whispered "amazing". "It was quite extraordinary. People don't realize the strangeness of the world around them. They are too busy wrapped up in their own problems that they do not see the bigger picture. It can be a good thing, but it can also be bad. How would someone be able to deal with demons and vampires if they do not believe they exist? It can be quite overwhelming." "It sure can." About an hour later, we finished our exercising and headed to the showers. William was not the least bit modest about himself. He stripped down to nothing, grabbed a towel and threw it at me. "Here you go, stud." He grinned at me. "See you in the showers." He tossed his sweaty clothes into a chute, grabbed himself a towel, and went to the shower. I stripped down and wrapped the towel around me. This Prince sure wasn't modest by any means. I walked to the shower and climbed in. I pulled off my towel and turned on the water. I did my best to not look at William. "What's wrong, Eric?" he asked. "Nothing." "Yes, something is wrong." He walked over and put his arm on my shoulder. "Please, tell me what's wrong." "We really shouldn't be showering together." "Why not?" "Because. I'm with Lance." "No one is questioning that, Eric. That's not new information for me. I know you are with Lance." I didn't respond. "It seems to me that you are ashamed of being naked. Is that it?" "Maybe." For some reason I was like a child. I felt as if William was an adult talking with a young boy. "Eric, turn around." Slowly I did. "Look at me." I looked at his face. "No. Look at my entire body." As I did, my body reacted with my dick getting hard. I felt ashamed and turned away. "Eric, stop. You are running from your sexuality. You are running from who you are, your feelings. You need to stop." I was so used to hiding my sexual orientation and things that made me feel sexual. I felt ashamed of them because I was taught for the longest time it was wrong. Yes, I could be intimate with Lance. He was my lover. But I felt so ashamed to be with other guys who I was not with. "Heterosexual males shower together on football teams. They dress and undress in front of each other and are not ashamed." "But they are not gay." "How do you know they are not? One could be gay. Half of the team could be gay. It seems like you have a problem with being a sexual being period." "When did you become the psychologist?" I asked trying to lighten the mood. "I learned from the best psychologist I could. You." I smiled and turned away. "If you had a patient who was afraid of something, what would you recommend to them to help them overcome it?" "Exposure to the stimulus." "I think you should do the same." "What do you mean?" "You need to be sexual, to explore your sexuality safely. You need to do it with someone who cares about you but that nothing more could come from it than two friends exploring with each other." What he said made sense. Aaron, the guy I was with before Lance, didn't love me. He was only in it for the sex. I had given him my heart and he broke it. Lance was someone who was taking care of my heart. But I still had this problem, this obstacle in my life. "If you want, you can explore with me. I would be honored if you chose me." Should I? Do I dare experiment sexually with Prince William knowing my lover was on the other side of the world? How would he react if he found out? How would I react if he did the same to me? Should he even be told? So many questions. William seemed to know what I was thinking and took the initiative. He leaned in and kissed me full on the lips. I hesitated at first then gave in. His hands caressed my back, rubbed down to my buttocks and he took each cheek into his hands. Gently he rubbed and squeezed, enough to stimulate them. My hands did the same to him. His back was so firm and toned, his skin so soft and warm. I ran my hands down to his butt and caressed his round, soft cheeks. They were so perfect. His hands moved around my waist and I felt him grasp my dick. Slowly, gently he pumped it, stroked it to its full, hardened length. I sighed as he stroked me. His lips moved down my neck, kissing and sucking. To my nipples, gently nibbling. Every nerve in my body was stimulated. His hand released my dick only to be replaced by his warm, moist mouth. He bobbed his head slowly, steady, massaging my shaft with his warmth and tenderness. He pulled off and looked up at me with a grin. I kneeled down and kissed him again. I did to his body what he did to mine. My lips played over his body, his nipples. He tasted so sweet to me. I moved down to his belly button and ran my tongue over it, taking the little knob into my mouth. He moaned in delight. My tongue ran along the trail of hair down to his pubes. I ran my tongue through them and came to his large shaft. I ran my tongue up it to the head and took it into my mouth. I moved my head down over it until it filled my mouth. "Take it all," he whispered. I opened my mouth causing my throat to open and I went down feeling his engorged member fill me up on the inside. He moaned in delight. I sat there not moving, not wanting to move. I ran my tongue over his shaft feeling some of the precum running down it. The rest of his precum ran down my throat. I enjoyed the taste of his sweetness. "Turn around." I turned my body, not letting his cock out of my mouth. It rubbed the insides of my mouth and he moaned even more. I felt his mouth encase me and continue what he did before. Not too much later I reached climax and he drank it all down. I had stopped feasting on him as my orgasm hit, content with his cock just being in my mouth. Slowly, he sucked my cock and pulled off, making a slurping sound. "Delicious," he remarked. Then his tongue moved over my hole and he feasted on that. It spurned me on to continue my ministrations on him. He became more intense on his pleasuring my hole as I intensified my mouth on him. I didn't want to leave this shower, this moment. I was in ecstasy. He moaned and I felt his cock throb, then blast into me. Wave after wave erupted into my mouth. I did all I could to swallow it all. After his orgasm, I continued sucking on it softly, slowly, tenderly. He continued feasting on me. I felt myself so relaxed, so open. William grabbed my waist wanting me to sit up, to position myself so I would be sitting on his mouth. I did, leaving his softened yet still large cock to rest on his stomach. I could hear the sound of him slurping and sucking on me. It caused me to harden again. I looked at his cock, which was leaking precum. It was so inviting. I couldn't just let it sit there. I took it in my hand and began to stroke it to full erection. I wiped the precum off and licked my fingers, then went back to it. William motioned for me to get up. I sat on the shower floor and he came up between my legs. He kissed me and guided me so I was lying on the shower floor. The warm water was still cascading down upon us. He lifted my legs in the air and slowly positioned himself behind me. I felt his large head enter me. Waves of pleasure shot throughout my body. He pushed forward and kept filling me. Just when I thought I couldn't take any more he stopped. "Does it hurt?" he whispered. "No," I replied. "It feels so good. I could cum any minute." "Don't cum. Don't cum," he pleaded. William began a pumping motion in and out of me. With each thrust I was more and more in heaven. How much more could I take? The pleasure kept mounting and mounting. All sense of time was lost. William appeared to be tiring. He slumped over on me. His butt kept going, though. I wrapped my legs around him and milked him for a few minutes. Realizing my muscles could not keep up that action, I wrapped my arms around him and rolled over, placing him on his back. He remained in me. I began working him with my body. He moaned in pleasure and excitement. "Yes," he whispered. "Oh, yes, Eric." I worked him harder, my own orgasm quickly approaching. He reached up and took my cock in his hand and began stroking. It was more than I could handle. A Prince's king-sized cock caressing, no, churning my insides. A Prince's hand stroking my outsides. I couldn't last. With a loud moan I achieved orgasm. It flew all over William, the shower walls. I kept cumming. Ten, eleven, twelve spurts. It wouldn't stop. My cock was like a cum-hose spraying down the walls. My ass had clenched down on William and he came, too. It was the same for him. We were in orgasm at the same time. His cum dripped out of me at first, then flowed like a fountain. We were in orgasm for seconds, minutes. It was unbelievable. Too unbelievable. My God, could anyone ever experience sex like this? Could anyone every have an orgasm that lasted for minutes? An ejaculation of not ounces but quarts, pints, gallons! The shower walls were near white, covered in my juices. William's cum was covering his pelvic area, his thighs and the floor. It was as if hoses had sprung a leak and could not be turned off, their contents flooding out. What started out as an erotic dream turned into a cum-covered nightmare. I jumped in my bed. I could not believe the dream. It was so real. I looked down at my crouch and saw a wet spot in my pants. "Oh great. A wet dream. I've never had one of those before. And the first time I do it's when I'm an adult. Go figure." I stood up, checked the bedding for any signs of wetness. There were none. I took off my clothes and rinsed out my boxer shorts and pants in the sink. Then I showered and pulled on my clothes. I left my room to meet Serena. "Good afternoon," I said. "Good afternoon, Bats," she replied. "Did you sleep well last night?" "Not really. I had a dream about one of the counts of hell." I was shocked. This was exactly how my dream started. "We need to see Jayce," I replied. "Why is that?" she asked. I did not answer. We headed down to the library and found Jayce reading one of the texts. "Jayce," I said. "Good afternoon, Eric." "Did you have a dream about one of the counts of hell?" I asked immediately. "Yes. How did you know?" "I dreamed that everyone had a dream about the counts of hell." "And I did have one," Serena stated. "Fascinating," Jayce said. "Others have had dreams about different counts of hell. I wonder why?" "Could it be that whichever one is doing it is trying to hide its identity?" Serena responded. "And why did Eric dream about everyone else dreaming about the demons?" "A very good question. Tell me, Eric, did you do anything special last night?" "I prayed." "What was your dream about?" Serena asked. "It was personal. The only element in it was everyone else dreaming about the counts of hell." "We will investigate this further. In the meanwhile, you two need to get to the palace to relieve Christine and Jessica." I went up and grabbed a light jacket, checked on my outgoing mail and Serena and I left. We arrived at Buckingham Palace and passed Christine and Jessica. Jessica told us of the plans of a Royal Ball the family was considering holding, and then they went on their way. We found Harry in the game room playing video games. "Hello, Harry," I greeted. "Hi." "Where is William?" "He's in the exercise room." "Thanks." I headed off to the exercise room. When I reached the double doors, I made myself comfortable outside in a chair and waited for William to finish. To Be Continued... What an intense dream Eric had! And it was prophetic! It told of others having the dreams! What do you think? Did you think Eric would have gone through with William's proposition had it not been a dream? After all, our dreams seem real. I'd like to know what you think of Eric's dream as well as "Chronicles". More to come!