Date: Wed, 23 Apr 2003 09:33:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sterben <albator@shub-ishnigarrab.net>
Subject: Tales from my Sleep: Dream I - The One to Watch

CONTENT ADVISORY
The material contained within this story is not suitable for children and
some adults. Reader's discretion is advised. This story contains male to
male sexual intercourse. If you are uncomfortable with what you are
reading, please hit the back button now.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either
are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictiously, and
any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is
entirely coincidental.

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DREAM I: The One to Watch

     Some people spend their entire lives in a closet. I spent sixteen
years, and William was fifteen when he came out, and I'm the one who
pulled him out.

     One night we were sitting on the couch watching some straight porn.
We were sitting apart at first, but slowly, as we changed movies, I
got closer to him. Eventually I placed my hand on his leg and he
looked at me, puzzled. "What are you doing?" he asked. "I'm just
getting comfortable," I replied. I removed my hand. A couple of
minutes later my hand was back on his leg, this time I was gently
rubbing it. "Why are you so tense? Relax. I don't bite."

     He stared at me, while placing his hand on mine. His energy flowed
through his arm and through mine, energizing me in the process. I
leaned over and kissed him softly on the cheek. He backed away.

     "I know you feel the same way I do, so prove it, let me kiss you." He
paused, then placed his arms around me and let me kiss him deeply. He
melted into my arms. We sat there kissing, biting and licking each
other on the neck and face. I let one hand fall to his crotch, he was
hard. Slowly I began to unzip his pants, his cock rolled from side to
side in his briefs.

     He took off his T-shirt. I ran my tongue over his cute nipples
sucking and biting each until he was on the verge of screaming. While
my hand stroked his majestic cock under his briefs. I could tell by
his breathing that he was about to cum.

     I pulled his briefs down to his ankles and started to lick his
bulbous head. He was so engorged. My own cock stirred painfully in my
pants, but I couldn't worry about that now. Gently I took the massive
head into my mouth, letting the ball on my tongue press gently
against the sensitive areas of his prick. He groaned with
appreciation, and he'd thrust his cock deeper into my mouth. I could
feel it in the back of my throat. I knew it wouldn't be long before
he let go. He was holding it back.

     He tried to push me off, "this isn't right, I'm not gay," he
gaspingly breathed out. I pulled off of him and stood up. "I'm not a
fag," I said "just a whore, your whore."

     I pulled down my pants, freeing my cock from it's small tight prison.
I rubbed my cock against his. He reached out to grab it, but this
time I pulled away. "Not until I finish what I started."

     He lay there, motionless, his cock standing completely erect, covered
in a glimmering layer of my spit. He stroked his cock furiously, the
spit acting as a lubricant. "Andrew, will you please suck me. PLEASE
ANDREW!"

     I got back between his legs and he pumped his cock in and out of my
mouth. William let out sharp gasps as he came, his cock burst into my
mouth with three plentiful explosions. I pulled myself from his
grasp. He looked down on me and smeared the cum from my lips all over
my face.

     I stood up again. "Sit on my lap," he said, "I want to jack you off."
I did what he said. He stroked my cock angrily. "I'm not gay," he
repeated with each stroke. "Of course you're not," I said as my cum
flew over his hands.

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