Date: Wed, 20 Aug 2003 13:32:56 -0700 (PDT) From: mycandlelight_dreams <mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com> Subject: The Dream - chpt 1 THE NORMAL BORING DISCLAIMER: This story is FICTION, and just one of my fantasies. Any similarity to real persons is purely coincidental. Further, this story contains sexually explicit information between an adult and a teen-ager. If this type of material offends you, do NOT read further. However, if you like these kinds of stories, then read on and ENJOY! --- CHAPTER 1 --- "I'm not telling you again! Get up! You're going to be late for school!" Mom yelled as she pulled the covers from his naked body. This really didn't shock her, because she knew that Peter liked to sleep in the nude. And, since Windemere, Arizona gets as hot as 100 degrees this time of year, who could blame him? "You slept through breakfast, so I'll throw a few fruit snacks in your lunch. Let's go, Peter!" She stormed out of the small, modest bedroom, when she saw that Peter was starting to stir. He didn't want to get up. He didn't want to go to school. And he most certainly did not want to be awake! For a solid week now, 12-year-old Peter had been having the same wonderful dream, and last night was no exception. But, he didn't dare tell anyone about it, especially his mother. Peter slid from the bed and placed his feet on the wooden floor. Already, the boards seemed warm to him. Too warm for first thing in the morning, but the weather had turned mighty hot, so he wasn't surprised. He scooted closer to the edge when the aroma hit him. It was a familiar aroma, and he knew what it was before he looked down to see the remains of his wet dream, still slick on his left leg. Peter ran his finger along the moist area, and brought it closer to his nose. Inhaling deeply, he smiled and for a moment, the images from his dream returned. But, only for a moment, until he heard his mothers yell again. He pushed the crumpled sheet to the edge, and saw the familiar drying circle where his midsection had been. 'Mom's gonna kill me,' he whispered. "Peter! Some time today!" Mom called out. "Okay, I'm coming!" Peter quickly dried the remaining moisture from his leg, and quickly dressed. Peter was not a 'morning-shower' type of kid. He liked taking his shower the night before, washing the days activities from his body, and slipping into the cool sheets, as naked as the day he was born. After tying both shoes, he leaped from the bed, and almost skipped into the living room, where his mother was waiting, lunch bag in hand. "Have a good day, Honey. I'll see you this afternoon." "Thanks, Mom. Love you." "I love you too, Sweetheart. Have a good day." Peter moved to the door and was about to leave when his mother touched his arm. "Is everything okay at school, Peter?" She asked, a new concern in her voice. "Yeah, I'm cool. I gotta go, or I'll miss my bus." Peter leaped out the doorway toward the bus stop. As he approached the bus stop, Peter could already hear the laughs and names of the other kids. His early morning happiness quickly melted away, as was the case every morning. "Well, look who decided to go to school today! Look everybody, Pit Boy's going to school. Hiya, Pit Boy!" Peter stopped near the bus stop, and tried his best to ignore the bully. "Sam, leave him alone. He can't help it he's got zits. Geez!" "Shut up, Mary," Sam barked at his little sister. Sam walked over to where Peter was standing, as the rest of the neighborhood kids watched. They knew what was coming, for it happened every morning. "I said hello, Pit Boy. Ain't ya gonna say hello?" Sam nudged Peter's shoulder, but Peter continued to stare at the ground. "Just what I thought. Pit Boy ain't gonna say nothing! Are ya, Pit Boy?" Sam nudged him again, this time pushing his pointed fingers into Peter's shoulder. "Yeah, Pit Boy ain't never gonna talk, cuz he don't know how!" "I know how to talk," Peter finally spoke, shocking everyone. "Whoa, check this out. Pit Boy can talk! Well, what'dya know?" Sam moved closer to Peter and Peter could feel his stale breath just above his face. Sam, at 14, was bigger than Peter. For that matter, most all of the kids were bigger than Peter. But, especially Sam. "So how come you never talked before, Pit Boy?" Sam nudged him again, and Peter could feel his face redden with anger. Finally, looking Sam right in the eye, Peter yelled out, "Maybe you're just too stupid to talk to." All the kids stopped in their tracks, and before Peter could apologize or even duck, Sam had thrown the boy to the ground. As usual, everyone laughed. Everyone, except Mary. She tossed down her books and ran to Peter. "Sam, you're such a dork. Leave him alone." Mary yelled at her older brother. "Yeah, leave it to a girl to understand a girl." Sam laughed, and then turned to the other kids, once again bored with picking on Peter. "Are you all right, Peter?" Mary asked. Peter simply nodded, got to his feet and brushed himself off. The bus arrived and everyone scurried on board. Sam, as usual, pushed his way to the front of the line, in order to select the best seat on the bus. Which happened to be whatever seat he wanted, occupied or not. As I mentioned, Peter was pretty small, even for twelve. He only stood a mere 4 feet tall, but despite his short frame, puberty had knocked on Peter's door pretty early. He was already developing a nice patch of curly red hairs on the top of his dick to match the fire red hair on his head. And his face had exploded into a dermatologist's wish list of pimples, overcasting the pale white skin underneath. But acne wasn't the only thing keeping Peter down. Sam's constant harassment was only complicated by the continued harassment from lots of kids at school. Even Peter's teacher, Mrs. Debtwhiler, felt sorry for Peter, and seated him in the front of the class, where she could keep an eye out for him. Peter managed to make it through the week, and as the afternoon school bell rang, and the children were dismissed for the week, he smiled to himself, knowing that soon enough, he'd be once again tucked into his bed, speeding off to his dream. --- "Peter, slow down, you're going to choke," his mother scolded, noting how quickly Peter was eating his dinner. "Homework," he said, through a mouthful of food. "Peter, don't talk with food in your mouth. It's bad manners. You'll get your homework done, you always do. Besides, it's only Friday." Mom took a sip of her coffee. "Say, what shall we do for fun this weekend? You know we could hit the carnival." Peter stopped for a moment, and then gulped hard. "You mean it?" "Sure. I've got a little money saved up. We couldn't go crazy, but we could have a little fun." "Oh, mom...you're the best!" Peter jumped from his seat and hugged his mother tightly. Peter then sat down and began eating his dinner again. "I washed your sheets today," she said, sipping her coffee again. Peter stopped again, not sure what she would say next. "I know how much you like clean sheets." She smiled at him. "Thank you." He said rather shyly, unsure what else to say. "You're welcome. Finish up your dinner." --- Peter quickly finished his homework, and tossed the books aside. It was time for bed, which for most kids was a torture, but not for Peter. He welcomed this time of night, and was the happiest when getting ready for slumber-land. Peter slipped out of his clothes, and stuffed them into his hamper. Then, he grabbed his favorite fluffy towel and went into the bathroom. He turned on the water, and waited for just the right amount of steam to rise in the small bathroom. As soon as the water started, Mom knew it was 9:00. Sure enough, a glance at the wall clock confirmed the time. Peter generously pumped the liquid soap from the dispenser, and lathered and lathered his body, until the bubbles were stacked so deep, his frail body all but disappeared from view. Peter paid close attention to his dick and balls. As he washed and lathered his sensitive rod, it stiffened and jumped. He loved the feeling of his dick when it was hard. Even when it got hard in school, Peter didn't care. He was never embarrassed by it, like some kids. For Peter, having a stiffy was the best thing in the world. He rinsed the thick lather away, leaving his mostly hairless body slick and fresh. He finished his shower, and stepped out on the bathroom rug, drying himself with the soft rich towel, before wrapping it around his waist. When he opened the bathroom door, the rush of air sucked the steam from it, and replaced it with the cooler fresh air. As Peter walked to his bedroom, Mom yelled out, "Good night, Peter. Sleep tight, sweet dreams." Peter smiled. He knew he would have the sweetest dreams ever. He entered his room, closed the door behind him, and tossed the towel onto the back of his chair. Then, he turned off the light, pulled back the clean fresh sheet, and slipped his naked body under it. The cool cotton fabric against his naked skin made his dick tingle. This was his favorite part of bedtime. He even rubbed the fresh sheet across his young, still hairless, balls a few times, causing his young dick to grow. Peter loved to watch his dick stiffen and raise the bed sheet. For him, it was the greatest feeling in the world. He snuggled down into the sheets, curled his red head into his pillow and drifted off to blissful sleep, awaiting his dream. --- Peter walked to the bus stop, his firm muscles beaming from the bright Arizona sun. None of the other kids were around, they knew better. The bus stopped, and the doors opened. The driver...his driver...smiled down at him. "Good morning, Peter." "Hi." Peter's smiled gleamed across his face. Peter climbed the bus and took a seat just across from his driver, so he could get a full view of him. The driver closed the doors and the bus sped off. Suddenly, it was Peter in the driver's seat, steering the mammoth yellow bus as though he had been doing it for years. "Where to this time?" "Anyplace you want, Peter. You're in charge!" The driver smiled at him. Peter stopped the bus and jumped out of the seat. He pulled on the driver's shirt, popping the buttons one by one. "Clothes aren't allowed here," Peter said, ripping the shirt from the tall man's body. Peter ran his hand along the muscular chest of the man, his man, and kissed each perky nipple, causing the man to moan. "Oh, Peter, you know I love it when you do that." Peter pressed his naked body against the man, his big stiff dick pressed hard against the man's cock. Peter pushed down on the man, and the man knelt before Peter, his mouth in line with Peter's stiff dick. Peter pushed his dick into the man's hot mouth and began pumping his face, faster and faster. He could feel the man's mouth tighter and tighter around his dick. It wouldn't be long before his wonderful dick would squirt his liquid into the man's mouth, and the man squeezed tighter still. Peter could hardly breathe, as each push felt deeper and more wonderful. Soon, Peter's dick began to pulse and gush, his fluid flowing freely into the man. The man stood and kissed his forehead. And then disappeared, as Peter began to call out to him. --- Peter opened his eyes, and could immediately feel the small puddle on his leg, cooling in the night air. He knew he should clean up, but instead, he smiled, snuggled back into his pillow, and eagerly tried to drift back into sleep. --- The next day was Saturday, and Peter was filled with excitement. The last time that he had been to the carnival was when he was eight, and he barely remembered it. He knew that he was too small to ride the 'big kids rides,' but this time, he'd be able to go. "Ready?" His mom asked. "Ready!" Peter smiled, buckling his seatbelt. Mom started the car and they were off. Peter rode every ride he could, and the tilt-a-whirl twice. Mom said she would just stand and watch, and almost got sick watching Peter on the rides. Peter laughed at this and thought of how silly it was that Mom could get sick so easy. Peter and his mom had spent the better part of six hours at the carnival, and Peter had the grandest time. Mom even bought Peter a bag of bright pink cotton candy to take home. All in all, it was the best time that Peter and his mom had ever had together. Peter was feeling so happy that his mom had to tap him on the shoulder to get his attention. "Did you hear me?" "Huh? No. What?" He asked, bewildered that his mind was still wandering. "I said I need to talk to you about this week, Peter." "What about it?" Peter asked, opening the cotton candy. He had just stuffed a handful into his mouth, when his mom said, "I need to go out of town for some training this week." Peter froze in place, the cotton candy stuck in his mouth. "What?" He tried to mutter. "Mr. Bladhurst is sending me for training, and I have to go." Peter swallowed the cotton candy and asked, "Where is it? Will we get to see anything fun?" Peter's mom stopped the car at a red light, and hung her head. "Peter, you can't go with me." Peter felt his heart stop. Since his dad died when Peter was three, he and his mom had never been apart for more than a few hours. With the exception of school, Peter never even slept over at anyone else's house. His mother and he were inseparable. "But, Mom, why not? Why can't I go?" Peter could feel his eyes start to well up. "Peter, listen to me. You're a big boy now, and I can't take you with me. Your Uncle Tim will come stay with you." "I don't want Uncle Tim, I want to come with you!" Peter felt the first tear scurry down his cheek. "Listen to me, Honey," Mom said, pulling his chin up. "You're going to be just fine. My brother is a wonderful man, and the two of you are going to have a lot of fun together. He even asked me what kind of movies you like." Peter felt his heart sink. He knew his mom had a brother, but he hadn't seen him for several years, and barely remembered what the man looked like. And now, this person...practically a stranger...was going to stay in his house...while him mom was away. Peter felt another tear race across his face. "Mom, please, I'll be good, I promise. I'll stay in the hotel room, please, Mom!" The light turned green. "Peter, stop this. You're going to be fine. Now, I don't want to discuss it anymore. Your Uncle Tim will be here tomorrow, before I leave for the airport." She turned to her little boy, and her hearted melted. She pulled a tissue from the box on the dashboard. "Wipe that precious face, now." She said, handing Peter the tissue. The rest of the ride home was quiet, and as Peter readied for bed, he moved through the motions, simply out of habit. Even when he shimmied into bed, the thoughts of his mother leaving raced through his mind. Peter cried himself to sleep, certain that when his mother left, it would be for good. --- "Peter? Peter, come out here, please." His mother yelled from the living room. Peter, drowsy from his sleep, kicked the sheet off, and opened the bedroom door. As he stepped into the hallway, Peter noticed a strange man standing next to his mother, her hand in his. "Uh, Peter..." Mom pointed down, and Peter realized he was still naked. For the first time in his life, Peter felt embarrassed about his nudity, and quickly escaped back into his room, slamming the door. "Well, he's certainly not the little boy I remember." Tim laughed. "They grow up so fast." She smiled at him. "Oh, Tim, you don't know how much this means to me. I would have been beside myself. I didn't know who else to trust." "It's cool, I had some vacation time coming anyway. Besides, it's been too long since we got together. I've missed ya, Sis!" They hugged each other. Peter returned from his room, dressed in gray sweatpants. "Peter, this is your Uncle Tim." Mom said, smiling at him. "Hey, Buddy. Put 'er there." Tim stuck out his hand for Peter to shake, and Peter took it, a little shyly. Tim shook Peter's hand aggressively, as Peter's eyes locked onto the man's muscular arm. "You've got to have a hearty handshake there, Buddy." Peter looked the man over. He was tall, with short dark hair and bright green eyes. His face was flawless with a strong jaw line. Taller than his mom, Peter was sure he was over six feet. His chest seemed as wide as a beer barrel, but slimmed quickly at his waist. Uncle Tim was wearing rather tight blue jeans, and as Peter's eyes scanned his body, he couldn't help but lock onto the obvious bulge in Tim's crotch. Peter quickly diverted his eyes back up to Tim's smiling face, breaking the handshake. "I'm sorry I don't remember you," Peter confessed, trying to muster a smile. "That's all right, Buddy, it's been a long time. But, I aim to change that." "Well, I must get ready. I'll leave you two to get reacquainted." Mom said, leaving Peter alone in the living room with his uncle. The silence was deafening, and Tim finally spoke. "Well, you've certainly grown up, Peter." Tim mussed his red hair. "Still the carrot-top though." Peter wasn't sure how to react, but the feel of his uncle's hand on his head sent tiny shivers through his body. "Kinda shy too, aren't ya?" "A little, I guess." Peter answered, hanging his head a bit. "No reason to be shy, we're family!" Tim patted Peter on the back and sat down on the couch. "So, what grade you in now?" Peter moved over the couch and sat on the opposite end. Nervously he answered, "I'm in 7th grade." "7th grade. Yeah, that's a cool time to be a kid. Lots of fun stuff to do at school. Boys getting interested in sex and stuff." Peter blushed again. "You got a girlfriend, Peter?" Peter tried to hide his stunned look. He'd never been asked that kind of question before, and now seemed really uncomfortable with it. He knew that girls didn't interest him much, and that he liked boys a lot. He even dreamed about boys and men. Dreaming was his favorite thing to do. Peter looked down, "No, don't really want one, either." "That's cool. You have plenty of time for that kind of stuff. You a good student, Peter?" "I do all right." "All right?" Mom asked, over hearing the conversation as she reentered the room. "Why, my angel is a straight 'A' student." She proudly kissed Peter on the cheek, and Peter could feel his face warm as he blushed. "Tim, I've put clean sheets on my bed, so you can sleep there. There's plenty of food in the fridge, but here's a few bucks, in case you guys decide on a movie or something." "Thanks." Tim said, smiling at her. "Well, I guess that's it. I've got just enough time to get the car parked and check in." She glanced at her watch. "Here's the numbers where I'll be, in case you need to reach me." Peter could feel his stomach tighten. He had hoped that somehow her trip would be cancelled, but with suitcases in hand, it was clear Mom was leaving. Peter ran up to her and hugged her tight. "Now, don't you worry about a thing. Uncle Tim's gonna take good care of you, and I'll be back next Saturday, all right?" Mom kissed Peter on the cheek and headed to the door. "Everything's going to be great, Sis, don't you worry. Good luck at the seminar." Tim said, wrapping his arm around Peter's shoulders. "Old Pete and I are gonna be two bachelors on vacation!" Tim shook Peter a little. "Well, have a good time. I'll call you from the hotel, when I get checked in." She closed the door behind her and Peter almost froze in place. He wasn't sure what to do next. Tim sensed Peter's nervousness right away. "You like movies, Peter?" Peter looked up at him, and their eyes locked together. Tim seemed familiar somehow, though Peter couldn't quite place it. "Yeah, I guess. Mom and I don't get to go much." "Well, we'll have to catch one this weekend. Sound okay to you?" "Yeah, okay." Peter walked into the kitchen, his stomach rumbling. Peter peeked into the fridge. "Hungry?" Tim asked. "Yeah." "How about I whip you up a nice omelet? Do you like eggs?" Peter smiled, "Yeah!" "Okay, you set the table, and I'll get cooking." Peter scurried through the kitchen, setting the table for the two of them, as Tim prepared a wonderfully aromatic breakfast. Of course, Peter was finished long before Tim, and sat down, deeply inhaling the smells of onion and bacon pieces that Tim would put into the omelet. "It smells great," Peter said, his stomach gurgling again. "Thanks. Want to help?" "Sure! What can I do?" Peter jumped up eagerly. "Know how to make toast?" Peter grabbed the bread from the fridge and popped the pieces into the toaster. During the entire breakfast, Peter continued to steal glances at Tim. There was something very familiar about him, and Peter desperately tried to figure out why he had this feeling that he already knew Uncle Tim. Finally, Tim said, "What's wrong? Do I have egg on my face?" Peter giggled. "No." "Well, you were staring for so long, I thought maybe I didn't wipe my face clean." Tim giggled along with Peter. "What do you say, we get this mess cleaned up, and you can show me around town?" "Okay," Peter said, beginning to feel more relaxed around Tim. They cleaned up the kitchen, and Peter dressed in some loose shorts and an A-shirt. Tim led Peter outside. "Got your key?" Peter nodded. Tim locked the door and closed it. "We're off." As they walked to the parking lot, Peter tried to figure out which car was Tim's. They passed several cars in the 'visitor's parking area of the apartment complex. "Here we are," Tim said as Peter stopped behind him. Peter peeked around Tim, and his eyes grew wide. "Ain't she beautiful?" Tim asked. Peter was speechless. "What's the matter? Haven't you ever ridden on a motorcycle before?" Peter shook his head. "No? Well, that's just not right. This here's a genuine Harley Davidson, Buddy. Born in the good old U.S.A. Hop on." Peter watched nervously as Tim straddled the big bright red motorcycle, and shimmied the helmet onto his head. Peter was about to move forward when Tim started it up, and the loud rumble startled Peter. "Come on now," Tim yelled. "Nothing to be afraid of. Here, put this on." Peter pushed the helmet onto his head. "Here, you have to strap this up." Tim said, as he strapped the helmet under Peter's chin. "There you go, you look official." Tim laughed. "Come on up." He patted the leather seat. Peter moved closer to the bike. "That's it, put your left foot there. Good. Now swing your leg over. There you go." Peter was seated on the rumbling bike, and he could feel the vibrations of the engine tickling his balls through his shorts. Peter smiled. It felt kind of weird, but good too. "Ready?" "Ready!" Peter yelled out. "Hold on!" Tim revved the engine, and Peter quickly wrapped his arms around Tim's waist, not sure what else to 'hold on' to. Tim smiled to himself. "Here we go," Tim yelled out as he kicked the Harley into first gear and slowly released the clutch. As they pulled out of the parking lot, the rumble under Peter's crotch increased, and he could feel his dick begin to stiffen. It was excited and exhilarating, and Peter thought he was in heaven. They drove through the neighborhood rather slowly, giving Peter a chance to get used to the motorcycle. "That's it," Tim said, as they turned a corner. "You've got to lean with me. Great job, you're a natural!" Peter smiled widely. "What do you say we hit the highway?" Tim asked. Peter nodded nervously. "Don't worry, Peter, it's perfectly safe." Tim assured him, and felt Peter squeeze his waist tighter. Tim turned onto the freeway and opened up the throttle. The combination of the increased vibration, and increased wind was almost intoxicating to Peter, and he decided right then, that he never wanted the ride to end. They drove down the highway for a few miles, then took and exit and reentered the highway in the opposite direction, heading back from where they came. As they pulled back into town, heads turned from the roar of the engine, and Tim even revved the engine a few times between gear changes, just to add to the attention. They passed the local grocery store as Sam and Mary were coming out of it. Peter waved to Mary, who waved back and smiled. "Hey, isn't that Pit Boy?" Sam asked. "His name is Peter, you dope!" "Yeah, whatever." Sam snidely replied, a bit jealous of Peter's ride. Tim drove down a few more streets and spotted a movie theater. He pointed to it with his left arm. "Well?" Peter nodded, "Yeah, that's it." They pulled into the theater parking lot, attracting the attention of several people, as they pulled into a parking spot. Tim revved the engine a couple more times before shutting it off. Peter hopped from the seat, almost giddy with excitement. "That was awesome!" "I thought you might like it. So? What shall we see?" --- "Hello?" Peter said, answering the phone. "Hey, Sweety, it's Mom." "Hi, Mom!" "You and Uncle Tim getting along all right?" She asked. "Oh man, you wouldn't believe it. He's got this cool motorcycle and we went riding around town, and then we saw a movie, and then grabbed some burgers, and then we went riding around some more. He's gonna take me on it again when we get dinner. It's SO cool!" The excitement in Peter's voice came through strong and clear, and Mom knew she'd made the right choice in asking Tim to watch over the boy for the week. "That's wonderful, Honey. Make sure you do your homework, and be good, okay?" "I will. Mom?" "Yes, Sweety." "You are coming back, right?" There was a new tone in Peter's voice. "Yes, Peter, of course I am. It's just for the week. Have a good time." "Okay." "Mommy has to go, Angel. I love you, Peter." "Love you too. Bye." Peter hung up the phone, and even though he was missing her already, he felt a little better that she called as she promised, and maybe everything would be okay. Tim and Peter had returned from dinner, as the clock on the wall read 9:30. Peter was used to a specific routine and was usually finished with his shower and in bed by then, but he didn't want the day to end. They sat on the couch, this time a little closer to each other, and talked and laughed. Peter was feeling more and more comfortable with Uncle Tim, and he really seemed like a cool guy. As Peter was laughing, he brushed his leg against Tim's. It was accident, but he realized after a moment that he didn't move it back. Neither did Tim. He looked down at the two legs pressed together. Suddenly, Peter got very nervous. "I...It's my bedtime," Peter said, jumping from the couch. "Yeah, it is getting late, and I'm pretty beat myself. I hope you had fun today." "Yeah, thanks." Peter said, turning toward his room. In his room, Peter undressed and readied for his shower. He grabbed his towel, wrapped it around his naked waist, and opened the bedroom door. Peter peeked out, and didn't see Tim. Then he heard Tim in his mom's bedroom, unpacking his duffle bag. Peter jumped into the bathroom, and carefully closed the door behind him. He turned on the water and waited for the steam to rise. Suddenly, Tim knocked on the door. "Do you need a clean towel?" "No, I've got one, thanks." "Okay then." Peter finished up his shower and wrapped the towel around his waist. He opened the door and peeked out. Tim was stretched out on the couch, watching TV. Peter stepped into the hallway and Tim asked, "Turning in for the night?" "Yeah, good night." Peter walked to his room and closed the door behind him. He let out a heavy breath, as he tossed the towel onto the chair, and slid into bed, awaiting his precious dreamland. --- Peter had the same dream, with the same driver, and just as before, Peter looked so much more muscular and his face was clear and bright. Just as before, Peter pressed his naked body to the driver, who's hair was dark and short. The driver lifted Peter with his strong muscular arms and nuzzled Peter's crotch. It was as though Peter were floating in air, as the driver again began to suck him. --- Tim woke about midnight or so, and quietly slipped from the bed. The wooden floors creaked as he walked through the apartment. When he got to Tim's door, he could feel his own heartbeat in his chest. He slowly turned the handle, as a small squeak emitted from the knob. Tim gently pushed the door open and peeked inside. The light from the full moon shown brightly into Peter's room, and Tim was easily able to see his way to the bed. There, sleeping so peacefully was Peter. Tim smiled. Peter moved in his sleep and the sheet slipped from his naked body. Tim felt a stir in his groin as he stared at Peter's milky white skin, now exposed to him. Peter was laying face down, so Tim could only see his back, his legs, and the two firm mounds of Peter's boy butt. The moon shown on Peter's pale skin and Tim moved closer. He could smell the fragrant soap of Peter's shower. Tim stretched out his hand, pulled the sheet, and covered the sleeping boy. And then, just as quietly as he entered, he left the boy's room, returning to bed. --- The next morning, during breakfast, Tim approached the subject. "So, I guess I'm not the only one who likes to sleep in the nude." Peter stopped in mid-bite. He swallowed hard and wasn't sure what to say. "It's okay, Peter. I think it feels great. It's the only way to sleep, I think." Tim smiled at him, and Peter continued eating. Tim decided to press the issue, and continued the conversation. "You sure have grown up since I last saw you. You were so cute when you were little." Peter looked up at Tim. "And now?" "You're becoming a handsome man, Peter. I'll bet the girls are all over you at school." "Not really." Peter focused his attention on his plate. Tim slid his chair a little closer to Peter, and Peter felt Tim's leg touch his. He tried his best to act casual, as though he hadn't even noticed, but since his eyes immediately went to Tim, it was pretty obvious he noticed. "So, Peter, do you like girls?" Tim's question was right to the point, and Peter knew it. "Uncle Tim? Can I ask you a question?" "Sure, Peter, anything." "What do you dream about when you're asleep?" Tim thought for a moment. "Oh, I don't know. Lots of stuff, I guess. Sometimes, I dream about riding my motorcycle. Sometimes, I dream about flying through the air. Lots of stuff. I guess I never really paid much attention. Why? What do you dream about?" Peter was stuck. He wanted to tell him...tell somebody...anybody about his dreams. "I think dreams are the best thing in the world. No one ever gets hurt, and you can be anything you want to be." Peter answered. "Peter? Has somebody hurt you?" Tim looked at Peter seriously. Peter tried to avoid the question. "I should help you clean up. Mom said I had to be good for you." He started removing the dishes. "Peter," Tim touched his arm and Peter froze. "I asked you a question. Did somebody hurt you?" Peter tried to act as though it were no big deal. "There's this boy. His name's Sam. He's a real jerk." Peter then proceeded to retell the morning routine at the bus stop. When Peter was finished, he looked up at Tim and said, "There's always bullies...that's just the way it is." The fire in Tim's eyes grew hotter. "Not while I'm around, Buddy! Come Monday morning, you're bully will get to meet me!" --- I hope you're enjoying this adventure. I welcome comments and questions, so, write me at mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com.