Date: Mon, 24 Nov 2008 11:42:59 -0800 (PST)
From: Jeff Spencer <jeffspencer69@yahoo.com>
Subject: Writer's Block, Chapter 4 (M/b, oral, anal)

Writer's Block, Part 4 (M/b, oral, anal)

This story involves descriptions of sexual encounters involving a man and
boys. Be warned, and do not read if reading this type of story is illegal
for you. It IS fiction.

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"So, Dan, I'm pleased to say that you have responded positively to our
therapy. It is my judgement, and I believe will be the thoughts of the
Parole Board, that you are no longer a danger to society." Boniface look
pleased, and all I could do was shrug.


I was still lost in thoughts of the wondrous world he had created for me,
of numerous young boys aching for a man's ardent embrace, their slim bodies
ripe and ready for love, body heat and fluids sizzling and
delicious......all a dream. The man was devilish, of course. In creating
Paradise, then Paradise lost to me, I felt as though I had descended into
the rings of Hell.

Still, I am a practical man. I assessed my position. With any luck, I would
be free soon, apparently no longer effectively interested in making love
with boys, though in an intellectual sense I could imagine nothing more
beautiful. But if my body would not respond, that would be a futile pursuit
- would I want to write of the beauty of man and boy love, if I could no
longer derive pleasure from it? Only time would tell, and I could at least
return to commercial copy writing, my "real" profession before I had been
caught and incarcerated. The Administration would see that I got a job, of
course, as it looked after all its citizens. Loss of liberty in return for
security - it was an old, old story, and a sad one.

After the course of a week, the wheels of bureaucracy assured that I would
indeed be freed. I was processed - we are all, under the Administration,
"processed" in one way or another, and given my small amount of things, and
a ticket for the bus that invariably serves as transportation between the
prison - I mean, "treatment center", and the city.

I didn't have to wait long, fortunately, as it was beginning to chill in
the late afternoon. I boarded the bus, and made my way down the aisle. The
bus smelled of cabbage and old hamburger meat. I sighed for the auspicious
start of my freedom. About halfway back into the bus I noticed movement to
my left.

It was a boy patting the empty seat next to him. He looked up at me,
smiling, and to my shock, I saw the beautiful blue eyes of Gilly, short for
Virgil, my science-induced twelve year old dream lover. "This is for you,"
the boy piped up, grinning. As in a daze, I sat down next to him.

"Do I know you..." I began, not sure of what was happening, and not sure
how to broach an experience which was not supposed to be real, but felt
real. This was the boy who had opened every part of himself to our
lovemaking - a boy I had thought to be real, then I was told was only an
Administration-induced fantasy.....now, here he was, real once again!

"I sincerely hope so," the boy said. "It's me, Gilly," he added. "You DO
remember me, right?"

"Um, yes, yes. Oh, yes. I remember you." Have you ever thought what you
would say if you ever re-met that lost, perfect love? The deathless prose,
the metered rhythm of your words that would secure that love to you,
forever and never to be lost again?

Let me assure you, it's easier in conception than in practice. I gave it my
best shot.

"But, how?" I said. Well, it was the best I could do under the
circumstances.


Gilly grinned, his even white teeth just slightly crooked, so adorable to
my hungry eyes. "It's a pretty long story," he said. "But short form, we
have somebody inside the prison."  "Treatment center," I said.

"Uh huh," he said, with a look of disgust on his face.

"And the person inside does what, exactly?" I asked.

"I can't tell you who he is, or what his job is, but I CAN tell you that he
administered a short- acting libido-depressant that caused you to react the
way that monster Boniface wanted. Your lack of physical interest should
already be wearing off....at least, I HOPE it is." He ran his fingers over
the crotch of my jeans, and I felt a slight tingle there. "Anything?" he
asked, his eyes searching mine.

"A little," I said. "That felt good." Gilly looked relieved. I looked at
his blue jean-clad crotch. It was....interesting.

"Good, he had to make sure you had enough to respond - or rather, not
respond - the way you were supposed to, to Boniface's testing. We just
didn't know how long it would take to wear off, or if it might never wear
off."

"But how do you know me in the first place? How do I know you? You existed
in my dreams, yes, but that explains exactly nothing..." My voice trailed
off. I didn't even know what questions to ask to get answers I didn't know
existed.

Gilly sighed. "What I think you remember from the dreams is essentially
true. We have a house, back in the woods, about thirty of us, boys whose
parents were jailed, really jailed, by the Administration, or even
executed. Yes, we're all gay, not such a surprise, considering that it
crops up whenever and wherever males get together. And a curious thing
happened to us a short time before you were jailed. I mean, relegated for
`treatment'."

"We each, and all, began to have dreams that featured you in one way or
another. Before your arrest, I mean `diagnosis', we'd see you in your
apartment, the one with the pink refrigerator...." I gave a start. I DID
have a pink refrigerator, the leftover of a previous tenant with artistic
aspirations.

"...and in various activities, nothing special - but only in our
dreams. When you were arrested and thrown in, um, the treatment center, it
became universal in the house. All of us were dreaming of you. And it
seemed like you were dreaming of US. So much so, that I have memories of
all this happening before, you and I meeting on this bus, and your coming
to live with us. Do you recall that from your dreams?

"Yes," I said, my eyes drawn to Gilly's lips. I wanted to kiss him, to feel
his warm, soft lips on mine again, the wet taste of his tongue, his supple
body against mine, his hard cock pressing into mine.....yes, the libido
depressant was definitely wearing off!  Gilly must have thought the same
thing, as he giggled when he looked at my crotch, my dick tenting my
jeans. "I can't wait to taste that," he whispered in my ear, the tip of his
pink tongue quickly licking inside my ear.

"In my dream..." I began.

"...you jacked me off," he finished. "But not here, it's not safe. Dreams
are one thing, real life something else." He paused, his eyes searching
mine. "You ARE going to come with, aren't you?" His voice quavered, and I
realized that he was as in love with me, as I was with him.

"Yes," I whispered. He smiled, relieved.

"Good," he said simply. We sat together for the rest of the trip until, at
some point Gilly said, "C'mon, bring your bag." Without looking back, he
rose and walked to the front of the bus, rocking from side to side, past
the disinterested or sleeping passengers. He leaned in to the driver and
whispered something. The older man nodded, then turned on his right turn
signal, slowed, and pulled off to the side of the road, seemingly in the
middle of nowhere.

Gilly and I disembarked, stepping onto the frost-crunchy short-cropped
grass. "Old Ed's the regular driver. He knows most of us," Gilly explained.

"C'mon," he said, taking my hand. We began walking briskly on a faint track
that looked familiar, the same as I recalled from my dreams. We walked for
some time, until rounding a grove of trees, I saw the house, again, as I
had seen it in my dreams. An old house has never looked so good.

"Gilly!" I said, gripping his hand tighter.

"What?" he yelped, looking around, wary.

"The house - it's the same as in my dreams," I said, marveling.

"Yeah, I guess it wasn't just us who could see things in dreams. It was
you, too."

"What does it mean?" I said, not expecting an answer. Gilly didn't have one
for me.

"I don't know. I'm just going with it," he said, shrugging. There was a
warm golden glow in the windows.

When we entered, my eyes took a few seconds to adjust to the dim light. I
saw dozens of boys, ranging in age from around 10 to maybe 18 or so. They
broke into applause as we walked through the doorway, the old-fashioned
wooden screen door hitting me in the ass on the way in.

I heard shouts of "Dan!" from many of the boys, and as I scanned their
faces, it was like seeing old friends again. They were all familiar, and
even paired up as they'd been in my dreams.

I stood there in silence for a few seconds, and then spoke up, my voice
unexpectedly catching. "I don't know whether to say, `Hello, my name is Dan
Teal', or to say, `Good to see you again!'"

The boys cheered at this, and moved towards me, when one of them, Justin as
I recalled, spoke up. "Remember what we decided," he said, and the boys
stopped, then moved back to clear a path for Gilly and I, to what I
remembered to be one of the smaller bedrooms. Gilly blushed, then taking my
hand again, led me to the bedroom doorway, like a bride pulling a
particularly dim- witted groom to their marriage bed.

We entered, finding 4 beds crammed into the room. It looked as though some
effort had been made to straighten up the room, and I told myself to
compliment the appropriate boys on their cleaning effort. There were two
home made candles on top of the one dresser the room held, both lit and
providing the only light. Gilly shyly closed the door on the other boys,
and turned to me in the silent room.

"Welcome home, Dan," he whispered. He walked toward me, and embraced me,
his body warm and firm against mine. He looked up to me, his lips pink soft
and ripe, and I kissed him, gently at first, then harder and more
passionately as the reality of the situation finally hit me.

One never realizes while inside a dream, that the perceived reality is not
real, only a dream, but there is a certainty in real life when comparing
dream to real life. I felt that certainty, and was hit with a surge of
emotion I'd rarely ever encountered. My body shook as I hugged Gilly to me,
his smell, and taste, and warmth, and the small sounds of need he made, all
very, very real to me.  This time, was no dream, no matter how talented the
dream-maker.

I felt Gilly's hands leave my back, where he'd been stroking and caressing
me, and go to my belt buckle, quickly loosening it, pulling it out of its
loop. Then to the snap, expertly unbuttoning me there, and the zipper
quickly down and separated, my jeans sagging.  I began to speak, but Gilly
put two fingers on my lips. "Shh," he whispered, then returned to his
pleasant task. He knelt before me, untying my shoes, gently removing them,
followed by my socks, as I balanced comically, first on my right foot, then
my left. He pulled my jeans completely down, leaving me in my wrinkled
boxers. He pushed the jeans over, away from our little island of love, then
turned his attention to my shorts.

He giggled at my skinny legs sticking out of the over-sized boxers, prison
issue, then slid his right hand up inside the leghole of my left leg, his
fingernails lightly scraping over the front of my thigh. He giggled again
when the tent my dick was creating was fully set up, my dick rising
rapidly. His fingers were warm on my cock as he grasped it between thumb
and fingers. I groaned with pleasure.  He then reached inside the other
leghole with his other hand, grasping me lower down on my pole, and began
stroking me with just his fingertips. I moaned, "Gilly, I'm going to cum if
you keep that up."

He looked startled. "Not yet," he said. He removed his fingers from my meat
flute, then slipped my boxers down off my hips to the floor, leaving me
naked now from waist on down. Sitting up on his heels, Gilly put his
fingers back, lightly, on my cock, then kissed the tip, slipping his warm,
wet lips over me, causing my hips to push forward, fucking his mouth.

I guess there was some sort of rebound from the libido medication I'd been
given, because I felt an overwhelming surge of passion fire through my
being, jetting what seemed like a quart of cum into Gilly, his mouth
struggling to accept and receive such a quantity of man cream, that it ran
over his lips and down his chin.

I wanted to immediately return the favor for Gilly, and taste for real his
own boy juice, but an overwhelming lassitude overcame me. I barely remember
collapsing on one of the beds.

I awoke later, at first befuddled as to where I was, then the events of the
day came back to me. To my great relief, Gilly was lying next to me, sound
asleep. It was dark all around, the candles having been extinguished or
burned out. The only sounds were the soft stirrings and sighs coming from
Gilly, inches away. I felt embarrassed that I'd passed out without bringing
him pleasure.

As I lay there, I became more and more aware of things sensual. In the rush
of life, in our hurry to reach the grave, we ignore too much of that around
us. Gilly's murmurings were soft and placid, as though he were talking to a
lover. His heartbeat, and his breathing were nearly perceptible. I put my
hand on his bare chest, and the feel of his heart thump-thumping in his
chest was real to me, as was the rise and fall of his chest, and the soft
wave of warm, moist air as he exhaled.

His breath was sweet, and smelled of grass, and nature and small
flowers. His skin under my fingers, was smooth and silky, his chest yet
hairless. I stroked my fingertips over his wondrous flesh, then reaching
his nipple, rough but warm, small but growing as the tougher skin there
hardened under my touch. Gilly stirred and whispered softly, unintelligible
but lovingly.

My eyes gathered in a faint light through the window, more tease than
seeing, but I could see that he was naked next to me, and that my clothes
were completely gone, too. I brought my face to his, not wanting to wake
him, but wanting to be close. I smelled man cum, and remembered that some
of my jizz had dripped down his chin from his mouth and lips.

I kissed him on his chin, tasting my own cum, dried now, then kissed his
sweet lips, his warm, moist breath filling my mouth. He stirred, but didn't
awaken. I slid down beside his slim, boyish body, his hip flaring out
before me, and saw his small penis, soft and nestled in the flesh of his
ball sack. How beautiful a sleeping boy's cock is! How full of potential!

I kissed him there, on the soft tip of his penis, the velvet glove
momentarily lacking the iron rod inside. Gilly sussurated, his voice like a
spring breeze rustling through newly sprouted leaves, making me think of
the barrenness of winter replaced by the hope of spring. My life, so
barren, warmed and filled by Gilly.

Gilly squirmed, still asleep, and rolled onto his stomach. I shrugged
mentally - I would worship whatever part of this boy I could. I moved up to
his head again, my body spooning with his. His pert ass snuggled into my
groin, my erection harder from the soft heat of him, if possible. I brought
my face to the nape of his neck, where his long hair scattered heedlessly
almost to his shoulders.

Parting his hair, I smelled the faintly salty sweat smell of him there, and
the smell of his day's adventures caught in his sweet hair. Diesel smell I
thought might be the bus, wood smoke smell I thought from the boys'
fireplace, a smell inexplicably like hot dogs, at which I smiled. I softly
kissed his neck there, feeling underneath his light undercoat of hair, the
firmness of his vertebra underlying his muscle, sinew and flesh. Salty
taste on my lips.

I moved down to his back, smooth and hairless, not over-muscled but taut
with the strength of a young woodsman. I remembered that the boys did all
the work in and around the house. I smelled a stronger sweat smell there,
pleasant and masculine, but still boyish, and kissed him along his spine,
feeling great heat along his back as his body radiated his metabolic
excess. He squirmed once again, my touch tickling him.

His back became a hollow, as his buttocks rose up, two perfect, round
mounds, even now pale in the slight moonlight. My breath caught as I looked
at his ass. I think both man and boy are most attractive in that area,
perfect orbs of delight to share with another male, soft heat and pleasure.
There was no way I could avoid showering his perfect, pink ass with my
kisses and touch. Might as well lock me up forever if I couldn't love and
worship such perfection.

My fingers roved over his smooth round globes, faint, light, invisible
wisps of hair on them, detectable to a sensitive touch. Rounding the top of
the rise of a buttock, I felt the heat and damp of his nether crevice, the
adorable separation between those perfect globes. As they jiggle slightly,
my fingers pushed insistently into that tightening cleft, the heat
increasing, the pressure from his ass cheeks more insistent on my fingers,
coyly slowing their progress.

Finally, though, before my fingers could reach the dark rosebud hidden
there, I heard Gilly sleepily whisper, "Would you kiss me there?"

Pleased that I had so stealthily awoken him, since I could pretend it was
accidental, I replied, "I'm going to make love to you now, sweet Gilly." He
sighed, a sound of assent and encouragement. I gently separated those hot
ass cheeks, loving the deeper smells of sweat and boy ass there, and did my
best to rim him to as much pleasure as I could. I licked along the interior
of his ass crevice, tasting his saltiness, then, reaching the rough ring of
his anus, circled it with the tip of my tongue, then the rough flat of my
tongue, then plunging my stiffened tongue into the boiling cauldron of his
wet, slick interior.

Gilly pushed his ass upwards, and rotated it slightly, the sensations of a
man's tongue wriggling inside his anus bringing him pleasure. His body was
writhing under me, as his sleepiness slowly faded, to be replaced by
excitement. "Oh fuck, I've been wanting you for so long," he moaned.

I reached around to between his warm thighs, to grasp his hard rod, hot and
throbbing with need, then lower, to his two small balls in his hairless boy
sack, rolling them in my fingers, and gently squeezing them. I slowly
mounted him, my cock hard in his crevice. He wriggled his ass against me,
trying desperately to get my dick inside his hole. That wasn't going to
happen until I gave it an assist, of course, given how small and tight
Gilly's anus would prove to be.

He groaned in frustration. "Put it in, put it in," he muttered. "Fuck me,
Dan, fuck me hard. Fuck your hot little boy!" I ignored his entreaties, and
stroked his hot shaft, the silky tube so nice to touch. At the end of each
stroke, I ran my index finger over his piss slit, wetting it with his pre-
cum, then coating his dick with the liquid.

I kissed his neck again, loving the rough smells of a boy, then kissed him
there, and even nipped him a little in my passion. He reared up, trying to
twist his face to mine to kiss me. I held his chest with my right hand, and
his left, upper thigh with my left, supporting all his weight in my grip so
that he could meet me with his hot mouth.  Our lips mashed together, shared
breathing, tongues dancing together as we kissed in a frenzy, trying to
become one. I felt a hot spurt on my own thigh, and looking down, saw that
Gilly had cum, his creamy, white boy cum had arced across my leg, from our
simply kissing.

I growled in excitement, ran my hand across the stream of boy cum,
gathering it to use as a lubricant. I stroked my slimy hand down my hot
shaft, as Gilly threw his arms around my neck, facing me now, trying
desperately to hang on.

I picked him up like an old time wrestler, then slammed him down on his
back, as he giggled breathlessly, and his legs flew up from the bed. I took
them and continued bending them backwards, as he adjusted his position for
comfort under me. His eyes were sleepy again, but anticipating further
pleasure.

Hooking his legs up my chest, his feet above my shoulder, I took my cock in
hand, positioning it at his small opening. Looking deep into his blue eyes,
and seeing his love and trust there, I pushed forward, my fat cockhead
hesitating at his resisting anus, then forcing through, as he yelped, then
sighed. "Ohhhh....fuck me hard, Dan," he cooed, his arms still around my
neck, and pulling me into him.

I thrust inside his hot tunnel, my cock slipping deeper into him, his silky
rectum like a glove, gripping me. His anal sphincter clenched and
unclenched as he got more familiar with the feel of me filling him. "Uh!
Yeah, fuck me!" he exclaimed, as we both fell into a rhythm familiar to
both of us. I pumped into his tight asshole, moving my face closer to his,
our lips parting in readiness for our kiss, passionate and hot, my tongue
fucking into his boyish mouth nearly as hard as my cock was punishing his
sweet boy hole.

"Unnnh," I moaned. "Your ass is so hot on my dick, Gilly, I want to fuck
you forever!"

"Yeah," he sighed, "Fuck me now and forever, and forever, and ever...". He
looked into my eyes, and I knew I would never leave him. Never.

I could feel my balls tightening, a thick load of sperm anxious to find
itself deep in Gilly's sweet rectum. "Fuck!" I said, angry. "I'm gonna
cum. I wanted to fuck you for hours, make your ass so sore you couldn't
walk or sit."

Gilly giggled. "You will, baby, you will! But this first time for real,
fill me with your sweet honey, I want to be dripping with your spunk all
night and all day!"

I began thrusting harder, my cock slamming into his wet, tight hole, him
gripping my cock with that silky tunnel, harder and tighter than I ever
could imagine. His cock, hard again, squeezed between us, reminding us of
his complete maleness. His lips, forming unknown words, but his intent
clear in his eyes, opening and closing as passion overwhelmed him, but
looking straight into mine, begging to be brought to completion,
fulfillment, to become one.

It was too much for me to hold off any longer. "Fuck, Gilly, I'm cumming
inside you, baby, I'm filling your hot ass with cum, cum with me!" I
exhorted him.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm cumming too," he yelled, his dick pulsing in time with
mine, as I shot jets of cum inside his sweet hole, filling his insides with
my love, and he filled our belly sandwich with a thin coating of boy cum,
sticky and hot. For long seconds, we bathed in the pleasure of each other's
embrace, our share warmth, the skin of sweat coating us from our
pleasurable exertions. I kissed Gilly's shoulder as he nuzzled his face
into my chest.

Our bodies slowly straightened out, as my cock softened and slipped out of
his twelve year old pussy. We lay in each other's arms, momentarily sated.
Underneath my pleasure, though, something nagged at me, something from my
previous dream life in the treatment center. It remained elusive,
however. Perhaps it would come to me....

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