Date: Fri, 04 Aug 2000 04:28:04 GMT
From: Scooby Doo <mrduck2@hotmail.com>
Subject: Seduced by Derek

This story contains sex between a teen and adult male.  If you are
under the age of 18 or your country or state does not allow this sort
of literature to be read please leave now. If you are offended by sex
between a teen and a man again please leave now. If not enjoy
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Warning flames will be slow fried in boiling oil and sold in an open
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Note: Yup, this is duckie and no I didn't write this story...just read it,
you will certainly be glad you did...


"Seduced by Derek" By V.L.A.S.

  I woke up in the darkness in a panic and with a raging
hard-on. This dream had been entirely too vivid for
comfort. I shifted onto my side, staring at the wall that
separated our sleeping bodies by no more than 5 feet. My
brain was still sleep blurred, but the images from the
dream were crystal clear. Another shiver ran down my spine
as the scenes played out again and again in my head. It
looked like I was going to have a real problem getting back
to sleep. Especially with this monster kickstand holding me
up, nearly on its own. I flipped myself onto my back again,
but kept my head toward the wall. I started thinking about
how this had all started.

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  Hmmm, perhaps I should explain the situation a little
better before I get to this dream. It is a convoluted mess,
but hopefully I can get the gist of this out. When I had
just turned 21, I was hired by a friend to take care of her
3 kids while she worked evenings at her newly bought bar.
She wanted a live-in that would be there if she had to stay
late for some reason. I made sure that she and her husband
knew right off that I was gay. I didn't want any problems
cropping up since her kids were all boys, 3,6 and 12. After
chewing on it for about 3 days, she decided that it was OK.
I know she had asked around about me and that was cool.

  So, you would think that everything would be just peachy
after I settled in, right? Wrong. Naturally, the oldest,
Derek had to push as hard as he could to see what he could
get away with. He was used to getting what he wanted
because he was the oldest and always went his own way.
Violence was his means of choice and I was a totally
fitting target to his way of thinking. After all, I was gay
and had to be a sissy by all the rules he knew. The first
attack was a frontal assault that he cooked up with his
best friend Jason. These two were not exactly small for their
age. Both were about 5 foot 5 and around 120 pounds each.
The weight was not baby fat either.

  They tried to tackle me in the front yard. Once I
realized this was a miniature version of alpha dominance, I
stood my ground. They both ended up with bruises they
didn't expect when I tossed them both aside after they made
contact with me. As they sat on their flabbergasted asses,
I calmly explained that 'gay' did not mean wimp. They gave
each other guilty looks, so I knew I had nailed it on the
head. They never tried another tag team on me, but Derek
hadn't entirely given up either.

  Now Derek's two brothers were a different story. The 6-
year-old, Troy, was used to getting his way about
everything. He had been very sick from birth and not really
expected to live. Lo' and behold, the kid was doing just
fine. He had to take certain medications for the rest of
his life, but he was doing very well. The problem was that
his parents continued the giving him whatever he wanted,
when he wanted, whether deserved or not. I became the bane
of that child's life when I told him, "You want it, you
earn it. Otherwise, you're not getting it from me." I guess
I am weird. I always told all three of them why I said no to
something or why I said yes. I never changed my mind and I
never allowed myself to really put my own wants ahead of
theirs. Still, Troy hated my guts.

  Cory was completely different. He had just turned 3 the
month before I started. He was incredibly quiet and barely
talked above a whisper when I first got there. I took extra
time with him, making sure that I could understand what he
was saying. It turned out that he had been born during the
middle of Troy's final hospital stay. Once he had popped
out, he had been totally ignored. Yeah, his mom held him a
lot, but that was it. I found out he was one of those
babies that hardly ever cried. 'Guess it's easy to ignore a
kid that is so helpfully quiet. He was just finishing his
toilet training too, which I was incredibly thankful for.
He quickly became my shadow. I read to him a lot, which he
loved. I got attached to him pretty quick too.

  So, now I have established the basic personalities and
problems with these kids. OK, here's where the other shoe
drops. Things looked OK for the first month and then
Natasha, their mom, got sick. Really sick. Once she finally
got to the doctor, it turned out to be cancer. The whole
ball game had not only switched fields, the game had
changed entirely overnight. Her husband was almost always
out of town on business, only returning on weekends. I
found out, after everything wound down, that they had
planned to divorce. Good riddance, I had thought. He was an
arrogant asshole that thought he was God's gift to the
planet.

  To make a dreadfully long painful story short, I took
care of the boys, the house and their mother during her
sickness. She died 5 months after hiring me. It was
exhausting, thankless and heartrending. Cory had become so
attached to me, that once he accidentally called me Mom in
front of his mother. I could see her flinch. It broke my
heart for her sake. In the end, she would only take her
meds from me. Not her husband or mother, just me. I think
she knew that I would look after her kids for her, for as
long as they needed me.

  I really considered leaving after her death. I did not
get along with the kids' father. The two older boys seemed to
hate me. I knew that it would not be just changing games if
I stayed, it would be playing something on an entirely
different planet! Their dad would not be home for days at a
time and an 8-hour a day job would become a 24-hour a day
job. Then I sat and watched Cory play in the front yard. He
constantly stopped and looked over to make sure I was still
in sight. I realized then that it would devastate him for
me to leave so soon after his mom. I just couldn't do that
to him. I was already attached to him as much as he was to
me. So, despite my dislikes, I stayed.

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Well, that pretty much sums up the situation. A year and a
half later, things took another turn. Raising these 3 kids
was definitely a challenge. Yes, raising them. What else
would you call me dealing with them 5 to 6 days a week
without their father ever being home? Things were somewhat
different but many of the same ugly problems were still
there. Derek was now 14, Troy 8 and Cory 5. Here's where
the real twist comes in.

  Derek still regularly tried to ambush me into physical
wrestling matches to test his growing strength. He was
pretty vicious about it too. I have scars on my elbows from
rug burns he gave me when he tackled me in the narrow
confines of the hallway. Then he would always attempt some
kind of damage. He was now 5 foot 9 and about 150 pounds.
All of it muscle. My temper was beginning to fray badly
after two years of this. He also was doing similar shit to
his little brothers when he thought I would not catch him
in the act. I finally went to his father and aunt. I told
them flat out that unless Derek stopped this shit with
hitting me, and his brothers, I was going to eventually
loose my temper and beat the crap out of him. I could not
guarantee that I could keep control of my temper much
longer. They understood what I meant. Derek's aunt backed
me to the hilt. She could just picture Derek pulling the
same shit on her. His father told him about 7 times in a
row to knock it off. The 8th time he was told that if I
ended up beating the crap out of him because of this, he
had no one to blame but himself.

  Naturally, that didn't stop anything either, but I
started fighting dirtier and dirtier after that. I was kind
of disgusted by it though. It appeared that Derek liked
pain. Once I started seriously fighting back, Derek
actually increased going after me. I tried nerve pinches,
which worked for as long as I held them. No dice. He came
back for more. I tried arm locks, neck locks, shit, I tried
everything I could think of to get him to knock it off. He
loved it. He apparently saw it as a challenge to overcome
me at all costs. Meanwhile, I am getting to the point where
I would love to bury his corpse under a freeway overpass.

  Finally, I found the one pain that he just could not
handle and therefore, did not like at all. I got desperate
one day because he had managed to get behind me and neck
locked me. Then he dragged me down to the floor. Well, I
twisted like an eel in his grip and ended up facing him.
Then I pulled something I had not thought of before. I
grabbed him by the nuts and squeezed hard, but not hard
enough to do real damage. He was so not prepared for the
intensity of that kind of pain. He let go, but I did not. I
glared down at him and asked him if he was enjoying this.
He shook his head frantically from side to side. Then he
tried to take a feeble swing at my head. He managed to sort
of connect with my ear, but there was hardly any force to
it. I gave him another small squeeze. That pretty much
ended it right there.

  I did add one thing though. I told him that regardless of
whether or not he liked that pain, if I had to do it too
many times, he would never have children. I also made sure
to let his aunt and father know what I had done and why. I
always kept them both informed of every single tiny detail
of what went on when their father was not home. For my own
protection, obviously. His dad's response was a shrug and
said the Derek had been warned repeatedly.

  Well, I thought that was the end of it, but no, Derek
made one more attempt. It was a hot summer day and I was
going down the hall to check on the two younger kids. They
were playing in their room, but quietly. My instincts
naturally said something was up. I never got to find out. I
slammed into the hall wall and then fell flat on my back.
Derek, of course, from behind. He tried to sit on my chest
and pin my arms with his legs. He held my shoulders down
with his hands, grinning at me. I think I actually growled
at him before I unleashed a trick he had never seen me do
before. I may not be terribly strong, but I am extremely
flexible. I always have been, even to this day. Not that I
was weak, but it certainly was not my strong suit.

  I threw my legs up and clasped him at the neck with my
ankles. Then I pulled back with my legs at the same time I
rocked my torso forward. He went over backwards with a
crash to the carpet. While he was dazed, I got a firm grip
on his nuts and waited for him to make another move. There
was a major difference this time verses the last squirmish.
He was wearing nothing but shorts due to the heat of the
summer day. His chest had certainly started filling out to
a nice toned shape and his stomach too. His arms and legs
were definitely a match for the rest of him. His shortish
blond hair was all sweaty and stuck to his forehead and
neck. His blue eyes were staring at the ceiling he had not
expected to be looking at so suddenly.

  I had never really paid all that much attention to how
Derek looked before this. Well, one part of my mind noted
it all now, while the rest of me was pissed as all hell
that he had pulled this latest stunt. My shoulder ached
from the impact with the wall and my elbow was bleeding
again from the carpet skid. Then came another shock. Derek
wasn't wearing any underwear under his shorts. I could feel
the creases around his nutsack through the thin material. I
had also trapped his dick against my palm when I had made
my grab so quickly. This was no small package, plus being
semi-hard. I could feel the crinkle of his pubic hair
against the bottom of my wrist where I held him. Time kind
of stood still for who knows how long. Now we both were
dazed.

  When my eyes finally met his, he had no expression on his
face. He was still semi-hard, but not growing any harder
either. I hoped that my expression was at least neutral. I
asked him if he was ready to give this up or was he looking
forward to not having kids of his own. He said he wouldn't
do it again and to let him up. I gave him a soft squeeze of
warning and pushed him away from me.

  I was sweating myself by now. I also didn't want to get
up just yet. I had started getting hard myself toward the
end of it, despite how angry I was with him. He scooted
away a little and then pushed himself upright against the
wall. He just sat there watching me, legs spread, his knees
up, feet flat on the floor. He had a half smile as he sat
there with one hand cupping his crotch. I glared at him and
got up. I offered him a hand up. He took it and I literally
hauled him to his feet. I pushed him ahead of me to his
room and shoved him in. Then, just as he turned around, I
shut the door.

  I went to check on the other 2 kids. Naturally, they had
heard the tussle in the hall and were playing innocently
when I poked my head through the door to look. Yeah, right!
Well, I was oblivious to the clue smack in front of my
face. I went about my business for another couple of weeks
and Derek didn't try anymore rough stuff with me. He was
always under foot though. I was satisfied. Of course,
things began a radical shift soon enough after that. It
started with one of their father's decree's about no food
in the kid's bedrooms...

  They had been getting stuff to snack on in the middle of
the night. Then they took it to their bedroom but didn't
get the remainders to the trash. So, invasion of the ants
began and the decree made. I didn't have a problem with
that. It was kind of gross, so it made total sense to me.
You'd think that is was clear enough why, wouldn't ya?
Apparently not.

  I went into Derek's room one day looking for a piece of
notebook paper to help his brother Troy with a project he
wanted to do. Paper boats, I think we were doing. Anyway, I
knew Derek had some in his desk. It was one of those old
elementary school types with the lid that flips up on a
hinge. OK, I open it and grab the notebook pad. Under the
note pad was a bag of Dorito's. I shook my head and
confiscated the bag since he knew it shouldn't be there.
Then I froze in place, staring at what had been underneath
the bag. It was a videotape. In fact, it was a tape I had
been missing for about a year and a half. The only tape of
that kind I had brought with me when I moved in. I was
shocked.

  When their mom had gotten sick, we switched rooms to make
her more comfortable. I hadn't seen the tape since I had
moved. I thought I had packed it away somewhere and
couldn't remember where it was. Then another chill shot
down my spine. That wasn't the only thing missing of mine.
I had maybe 4 or 5 magazines missing too. I knew I had seen
them in the last 9 months. They were also not something I
just leave lying around. Someone would have to go searching
through my stuff pretty thoroughly to find them. I had
scratched my head at the time I first found them missing. I
also had thought I had misplaced them in my room somewhere.
Guess again.

  Now I was almost in a panic. Shit! This was not good at
all. I finished up what I was doing with Troy and then sent
the two younger boys out to play in the backyard. Derek was
over at Jason's house for the afternoon. I knew that I had
to take a look in his room and see if my suspicions were
right. Sure enough, there was a box under his bed. I snaked
it out and opened the lid. My jaw fell open. There was more
than just my stuff in there. I took the box out of there
and sat down in the dining room to catalog what I saw.

  Yup, my mags were in there along with the Playboys that
you would normally expect. Somewhere, he had gotten a hold
of a more hard-core straight mag that showed penetration.
There was also his mom's vibrator, one of those round ones
on a shaft. A half-empty box of pre-lubed ribbed condoms
with the empty wrappers still there went onto the growing
pile on the table. Then the thing that really shocked me
the most showed up. He had taken one of the handles off of
an old wooden rocking horse that was in the garage. It had
a used condom still pulled over it. Yeah, used exactly like
it sounds. That I left in the box. 'Shit, shit, shit!' was
all I could think as I stared at the stuff piled in front
of me.

  I decided to make sure of all of the evidence. The kids
were completely occupied in the backyard when I checked on
them. I popped the tape into the VCR and hit play. Sure as
hell, the tape was not on the scene I had left it on. I hit
stop twice and pulled the tape out the VCR. So, Derek was
experimenting. I stopped think for a minute and then went
back to his room. This time I didn't turn on the light. My
room was an addition that had been put onto the back of the
house. This cut off the original windows. Their mother had
put cloth boxes over the windows so that there would be
some kind of cross ventilation if a window was cracked
open, but still privacy from either way. Think again.

  I could clearly see my bed through the cloth. I had put
my California king-size bed halfway down the middle of his
window. It was an oak waterbed set that I had a regular
mattress on. The headboard made a pretty good wall and I
had used it to divide my living space in half. This meant
that you could see directly onto my bed from the left half
of Derek's window. Should not be an issue, right? Well,
here is the problem; I sleep in the buff. I do not always
turn off the light when I get undressed. Also, my room got
incredibly hot in the summer and most of the time I would
go to sleep with just a sheet over me. I am one of those
restless sleepers and tend to push off anything on me
during the night. I would never have known if he had put
his curtain back instead of leaving it slightly pushed to
the side. Oh yeah, and the window opened from the right
side, not the left.

  My brain almost went into a melt down. What the hell was
I going to say? I found the stuff you took, stay the hell
out of my room? Oh, by the way, your son is a thief and a
perv? I had to make up my mind what I was going to do
before I confronted anyone with all of this. His attacks
made a certain warped sense if I added in this stuff I just
found. Body contact. It was all about body contact and I
had been oblivious to it.

  I sent the kids over to their friend's house and waited
for Derek to show up. I had the box sitting on the coffee
table in front of me. The videotape was on top of the
closed box. Derek came racing through the front door half
an hour later. He stopped dead in his tracks as he saw me
sitting on the couch without any expression on my face. I
had not even said hi the way I normally did. His eyes got
even bigger when he saw the box and tape in front of me. I
had also put the bag of Dorito's next to the box, so he
could see the progression of what had happened. His eyes
kept going from the box to my face and back again. I still
had no expression.

  Sweat popped up on Derek's forehead now. I could almost
see the wheels turning in his head, the excuses, and the
cop-outs. I shook my head from side to side slowly. He sat
(more like flopped) himself down on the floor opposite me
with the coffee table between us. I could see the vein on
the side of his neck start to pulse rapidly. This had
always been one of the signs, with him that he was lying,
or going to. As he opened his mouth, I cut him off. I told
him to save the excuses. His eyes almost popped out of his
head. I told him to leave my stuff alone from now on or I
would have to take this up with his dad. His face got
really pale when I said that. I had thought so. I felt
pretty confident that he would knock off the shit he had
been pulling. He told me then that he had a headache and
wanted to go lie down. I nodded permission. He reached out
to pick up the box and my hand slammed down on top of it. I
shook my head again, frowning sternly. The balls of this
kid! He got up and went to his room as his brothers came
home with their friends.

  They had brought their mom with them, who happened to be
my best friend. She and I took the kids out into the
backyard to go swimming. We talked for a while, keeping an
eye on the mayhem in the water. I excused myself, at the
same time asking her to keep an eye on the kids. I told her
that Derek had said he had a headache and I wanted to check
on him. She agreed easily and waved me off as she went to
break up a fight in the shallow end. I headed on into the
house.

  Derek had not taken any aspirin, so I grabbed some from
the kitchen. All of he kids usually just went to sleep when
they had a really bad headache so I was careful as I opened
his door slowly. I did not knock like usual because I did
not want to wake him up if he was sleeping. If he was not,
I was going to give him the aspirin. My eyes adjusted
pretty quickly to the semi dark. He was lying down, but he
was not sleeping. I stood there with my jaw hanging open.
Oh my god! The boy was hung and currently stiff as an iron
beam. That was pretty clear as his hand went up and down
that rigid 6-inch pole of his. His eyes were tightly closed
as he arched his back a little with the up-thrust of his
rhythm. I will say this much, he was definitely experienced
at making himself feel good.

  I must have made some sound because his eyes popped open.
When they made contact with mine, he froze in mid-stroke.
His other hand shot out and pulled a blanket over his nude
body. I could see the blood rushing to his face. I tossed
the aspirin on his bed, set the water glass on his dresser
by the door and closed the door behind me as I left. I
never said a word. I was pretty much stunned by everything
that had happened this day. I went back outside and stayed
with my friend and the kids for the rest of the day.

  Derek did not come out of his room for the rest of the
day, even for dinner. I really could not blame him for
that. Hell, I would have been as embarrassed as all hell if
someone had walked in on me jerking off at his age. Hmmm,
now that I think about it, I would be just as embarrassed
now. I left him some dinner in the fridge, figuring he
would come get it after everyone went to bed. The next day
he and I both acted like nothing had ever happened the day
before.

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  Now we get back to where I started, with the dream. I am
sure you can guess what it was about by now. My face gets
all flushed and hot just thinking about it, even now so
many years later. It was incredibly graphic and naturally
was about Derek. This dream showed up about two weeks after I
walked in on him jerking off. There is a certain theory
that you can share someone else's dream. There is also a
theory that people are the most psychically active in their
teenage years, i.e. poltergeists, etc. In this case, I
really do believe that this was Derek's dream and somehow I
got sucked into it.

  It has to do with the perspectives I had in the dream. It
was a blur as to who I was, except that I knew one of
the bodies was mine and the other was Derek. The thing was,
in this dream I seemed to be in both bodies at once but
mostly in my own. There was also this weird side view where
my consciousness was floating over the scene watching
everything from that angle. So, there was really three separate
perspectives going on at one time. See why I am confused? I
do not know how to explain it any better. Words just seem
to fail miserably.

  I guess the best way to tell about the dream is from the
outside view and lead into my viewpoint. I am going to skip
over Derek's completely. It is too difficult to do them
all. Besides, I only had flashes of Derek's. It was very
vague and incomplete. I think that would disrupt the flow.
Any way, here is the dream as I remember it:

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  I can see Derek and myself lying on our sides on his
narrow twin bed. He is behind me with his back against the
wall. His arms are around my chest as he nibbles on my
neck. Neither of us has any clothes on and the dark blue
sheet is pushed to the end of the bed. The blankets have
long since tumbled to the floor. His hands are softly
kneading the flat muscles of my chest. I am lying there
with my eyes closed, one hand reaching back to his flank. I
stroke up and down the silky soft skin of his side and
thigh with the tips of my nails.

  My consciousness shifts sharply and I now feel that I am
mostly back in my body. The main part of me is now within
again. His hands are extremely hot against my skin. His
rock hard dick is pressed firmly against the valley of my
ass. His chest is also pressed firmly against my back. I
can feel the small erect nipples against my skin. I am also
aware of my own raging erection as his right hand drifts
slowly down my smooth stomach with that goal in mind. He
grips it tightly and begins to pull with excruciating
slowness. This whole time, he has continued to nibble at my
neck and ears. His hips start moving and his dick is now
sliding up and down between us, matching the speed of his
hand at my front. The sensations running through me are
enough to blind me for life! There is a brief flash where I
am in his body and then I am back in mine.

  Somehow, he is inside me. I didn't even feel him push his
rod into my ass. There was no pain. It is just suddenly
there. As he hits my prostate with his first thrust, I can
feel every inch of him inside me as my entire body shudders
with that impact. I reach back and pull his head closer to
mine. I twist my head around just enough to kiss him
passionately. He stretches himself and our lips lock. He
pulls out slowly enough to make me think it will never end,
then slams back in all the way. My body rocks with the
impact. I moan with our lips still glued together. His hand
still grips my dick and he begins to stroke me harder and
faster. I can feel his heart pounding in his chest where it
presses against my back. There is another one of those
brief body switches and I am back in mine.

  Derek breaks the kiss and then bites into my shoulder,
just short of breaking the skin. He slams in and out of me
now. We are both sweating freely now. The heat between us
is searing. I can feel his hand on my dick begin to clench
spastically as he nears the explosion point. His hips are a
blur as he pounds into me brutally. Then we are both
exploding with all of our being behind it. My vision blurs
until the waves of ecstasy finally subside. Then I am
outside my self again.

  I can tell that it later and we have rested. We have also
switch places. I am now behind Derek. Our sweat has dried
and we are kissing again. We are also totally hard again.
He whispers something and I feel myself drifting back into
myself for the second time. His skin causes mine to tingle
at every point of contact down the length of our bodies.
There is another brief blur with me becoming him and then I
am myself again.

  I nudge his leg up with my knee. We are both on our
sides. This brings his tight virgin ass into unobstructed
view. I take some lube and oh so carefully work a finger
into his tightness. He clenches briefly and then totally
relaxes into it. It is not long before I have 3 fingers
grinding hard against him. He is moaning nonstop now with
small yells mixed in whenever I hit his prostate. His hand
grabs at my dick and attempts to pull me closer. I let him.

I withdraw my fingers and lube my cock up liberally. He
pulls me into the opening of his ass himself. I then put my
arms around his chest. Just as I slam into him, I let my
arms slip up and then clasp behind his head. His hands
automatically come together behind my neck. I have him in a
totally helpless position as I slam in and out of his ass.
He turns his head as far as he can and we kiss. Our lips do
not part for the rest of the time that I pound away at his
hot tight ass. His body rocks forward with each thrust and
his dick waves in the air. With both sets of hands tied up
with other things, nothing is left to give attention to
Derek's throbbing dick.

  After many powerful body-slamming thrusts, I feel Derek's
ass muscles begin to clench onto my dick fiercely. The
added sensation begins my own ascent to that perfect moment
of bliss. His moans against my mouth have grown louder and
louder as our tongues fought. I pull my head away and look
down the length of his body over his shoulder. I can see
his dick throbbing and pulsating just before he blows his
load. His ass muscles bear down hard onto my dick and I too
explode into his ass. I continue to slam into him until it
becomes too painful to continue and then I come to a stop.
I leave myself embedded in his now claimed ass. I let his
arms down and hug him around the chest once more. We are
both breathing incredibly hard and fast.

  That is when I jolted awake. The after effects of the
dream were plainly visible on the sheet next to my sweat-
drenched body. Even though I had shot my wad, I was still
rock-hard. I was in a daze before the entire dream came
into focus of my slowly waking mind. I could also just make
out very faint moans and grunts coming from Derek's room.
Seems that I was not the only one having wet dreams that
night. I jerked off to the images that were still so
clear in my mind and then passed out, exhausted.

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  Well, that is pretty much that. I put tinfoil across the
window, on my side, which opened into Derek's room. No more
watching me. I also moved my bed as far from his room as I
could. Once I had done those things, I never had another
dream about him. That is why I really wondered if it had
been my dream to start with or something he had dreamt that
I had somehow fallen into. Really does not matter anyway. I
never had any intention of touching him in the waking
world. Oh yeah, I also starting locking my door at night,
just to be sure. I really did not want any midnight visits
that would come back to haunt me. I guess I am too ethical
to let it happen in real life. Dumb shit that I am!

In case you are wondering, every bit of this is true, with
one exception. I squeezed the timeline a bit as far as the
finding the stuff and walking in on him jerking off. They
both happened, just not on the same day, the way I wrote
it. Honestly though, that dream is one of the clearest and
most vivid I have ever had in my entire life. Can you blame
me for wanting to share it? Can you blame me for being so
embarrassed about it that I am only willing to post it
anonymously through a friend? I thought so.