Date: Wed, 24 Jan 2007 10:07:08 +0200
From: RJJ <rjj-1@vodamail.co.za>
Subject: MY DREAM

The following is a work of fiction.  The story/dream may contain profanity
and references to gay sex.  If such content offends you leave now. The
Author maintains all rights to the story.

Special tanks to 2 people,
a. Paul (editing)
b. RA (Inspiration and motivation to put it to words)
TKS

It's my Dream,it's a real dream I'm stuck with this dream for the last +-20
yr's

THE DREAM MY DREAM

  It's early morning. I'm lying in bed, half asleep, and slowly being
awakened by the birds? songs. I hear the sound of a waterfall near this
wood cabin in the lush, green, tropical forest.  The big, wooden doors are
open and welcome the early morning smell's of the forest.  A tropical
breeze pulses the soft, white curtains of the windows.

    I slowly lift my head and look next to me.  I see his dark (Asian)
skin, silky and smooth as he reposes in his sleep. My eyes travel over his
dark hair to his not-fat, not-thin body.  Then I slowly pull down the soft
sheet that covers only the bottom half of his body, to reveal the prince of
my dreams, the darkness of his manhood, soft and full.  Turning on my side,
I place my hand on his upper leg and slowly, very softly, so as not to
awaken him, grasp his manhood.  He is still soft, a hand full, and I
thought to myself, that's mine and only mine.


  Slowly I lift myself over his dusky body to place me above him, not
touching him, but looking down on the love of my life. My head lowers and I
kiss his closed eyelids, first the one and then the other. Easily, softly,
I lower my body down on him, barely a skin's touch.  Then I kiss him on the
lips - a soft, silky kiss. His eyelids slowly open and a pair of dark eyes
look back at me. But something is strange, something between my legs is
moving past my butt, and it's not me. I am looking down into his deep, dark
eyes.  His own eyes narrow and there is a hint of a smile on his face.  The
look he returns to me is like a little boy with his hand caught in the
cookie jar.
  He puts his hand on my back and pulls me tight against him. Pulling me up
to his dusky face he kisses me the same way I did him.  His manhood, hard
as a rock, is pushing and pulsating up against my soft bottom, looking for
a way in.  He stares at me with his cookie-boy look and, without saying it,
just moving his lips, he forms the words, I love you.


  Slowly, satin soft he enters me; me sucking him up like lust - love
lust. My eyes close and we become one.  Two bodies in love meld into one,
become one. He slowly makes love to me but there isn't much room to move
with me on top of him.  I help him by raising my body up.  I kiss him on
the forehead and then down over his eyes, down to his neck.  His eyes are
closed, his mouth slightly open and his breath is soft.  Something inside
me is warming up, I do not know what, but a dry sweat of man musk bursts
from me. Lowering my lips to his, not kissing, just veiling our lips
together, I feel the air escape past his lips.


  There is a hard muscle poking into his and my belly - it is me, getting
harder.  I open my eyes and look at the love in his face. He turns his head
sideways. The muscles of his neck pull and make him appear sexier than
ever.  I feel him getting bigger and harder, and then his burst of love,
filling me - bursting out, not to stop. He hadn't breathed but, after he
fills me with his love, he gasps for air. I put my face in his neck and
feel his neck wanes, pulsing hard and strong, slowly returning to normal.
His eyes still closed he whispers in my ear, I love you?.


  My lover slowly rises, me still coupled to him. He puts his arms around
me, supporting me and keeping us from separating.  I put my legs around him
and tighten my tender bum, not to let him loose.  Cradling me, he walks to
the open door and, with the wind blowing the silk curtain over us, he takes
me outside.  He shows Mother Nature that I am his, that we are one - one
love.


  Still connected, he takes the path to the pool where the waterfall
splashes and stops, stops to find its way from the pool to flow again to
the sea.  He walks slowly into the water with me still cradled in his arms,
kissing me lightly.  Carrying me, hip-deep, into the water, he holds me
with one hand at my back.  Using his other hand he lowers me downwards. I
feel the cold water on my back as he sets me floating.  Still holding me
with one hand, he loosens my legs from around his waist with the other.
Placing his hands on my upper legs he gently floats me away from him and we
uncouple.  I feel the cold water rush in where his love had been cradled,
deep inside of me. I squeeze myself closed to prevent his seed from flowing
away to the sea.  It is mine, the love he gave to me.


Mother Nature and the birds in the trees sing love songs for us.  There is
no need to talk, nature provides the music. His deep, dark eyes never leave
me for a second.  Float- pushing me to the side of the pond, I feel the
soft green pool moss on my back.  He slides his dusky body over my white
one. Me - still hard, him - kissing me gently, not penetrating my mouth.
And, slowly kissing down my milky body, a contrast of skin colours, he gets
to my love muscle, still erect, still full of lust and love.  He puts his
hands on my two white, soft buttocks, cradling them softly. His tongue
explores my sacks, taking them in one by one, sucking them deeply.  His
silky, warm tongue pushing away the coolness of the water as he takes my
manhood deep into him. He milks the love out of me - he wants it.  He gave
his seed to me now he receives mine in return.  Without spoken words, he
looks deep into my eyes and I read his thoughts -,you're mine, you're my
love.


  Lifting me up he places his body against mine, dark against light.  Only
then did his lips pass mine, a deep, penetrating kiss.  We walk
hand-in-hand out of a pool that glitters, not from the water, but from
love.  The birds and Mother Nature welcome us back and sing a love song,
guiding us back to the cabin - our Cupid?s nest. Lying on the bed,
listening to the love song of nature coming through the door, the wind
blows the satin curtains over us like a bridal veil.


Please email me with your comments about this dream.
(As daar Afrikaans en Holland's spreukende persoone is ek kan dit in Afrikaans
vir U e-pos)

Robert (rjj-1@vodamail.co.za)