Date: Wed, 22 Aug 2001 04:49:19 -0700
From: C-light James <xpertguy@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Dream

I had this dream.  And you might think its OK to dream everybody does...
right? Well my dream took me to a new level of understanding about myself
now. I look at world in whole new perspective. Its like I've been seeing in
black & white my whole life (now born to a new awakening.)  What I'm trying
to get at is; I've been pretty straight, well come to think of it I do
remember checkin at out the guys in the locker room from time to time, but
that was just regular high school behavior. Looking to see who had the
biggest cock just to see if they really deserved to have that big ego they
hide behind. I was never an envy man myself hell I faced away from the
locker when changing, 7'incher then and proud to behold.  Ah my high school
gym was great; most of us guys were pretty big on fitness, and the coaches
were young sexy sportsmen (does that make me gay?)

As you can see I'm kind of self-conscious now, after that dream I just can't 
get him out of my mind.  He's there now, in every hot young sweet face I 
look at. And if you think that's bad my full 8' inch bubby won't let me 
sleep until he's had a few spankings. Good thing I don't live in a college 
dorm; all those naked jocks, I'd die every night (shit see what I mean; I'm 
flaming).

**********************************DREAM***************************************

The sound of my clock radio jerked me out bed, I got to my feet and walk 
straight into class, nothing seems right here. First of all I sleep in the 
nude, so that goes without saying and second; there aren't any people in the 
room. So here I am naked at my college studio art room, I did what came 
naturally and sat down at my desk. I felt warm, soothed, relaxed, and so 
hard my dick was at climax stage.  Really not knowing what the hells going 
on, I look down and that's when it happened something took control of my 
body. I could not move a muscel, than a thick piece of grafitte appeared in 
my left hand, my head shifts up a little pointing my eyes to the desk. PAPER 
. drawing paper on the desk and I notice the left hand begin to sketch out a 
males form seated on a stole just his outlines. (I can't believe I'm doing 
such a good job with my left hand) This guys my age I can tell by the way 
the figure is slinder but masculin not bulky but firm and I see he has nice 
equipment  hanging down between his legs too. It dons me that I'm drawing 
steal life without the model. Then my head is brought to full upright 
position revealing an unbelievably beautiful body, this was the most 
charming guy I've ever seen. The light danced off his smooth skin , skin the 
color of lightly golden tan, not a hair on his body except lashes and brows, 
this guy was proud to bare his masculinity.

My body begins to shake like when you get the chills on back of your neck, 
my head lowered back to the sketch which became so much more then just an 
outline.  The picture was now complete a beautiful guy filled the page with 
smoothed out lines that only made the picture come to life (literally). The 
page blinked and he gracefully stood up and walked closer to me and 
seductively sat down.   The shaking gets stronger now forcing my whole body 
to jolt, head and eyes are lifted and there he was so close I could feel the 
body heat from him. I continue to peer into his eyes hazel, ocean blue, dark 
green, deep brown, crystal gray; they were changing right before me, and his 
hair, he had hair now the perfect hairline gave three sexy strands that hung 
over his forehead and danced to both sides. Silky strands of golden blond, 
dark brown and red locks hang snug to his head like after a hot shower.  The 
rest of his body was still smooth from neck to toe but a small patch around 
the base of his manhood shaft between two firm legs, rippled wash board abs 
lead up to a well-defined chest and broad shoulders.

I shook rapidly as my eyes made their way to his, then he smiled those teeth 
were perfect, his jaw closed and dimples charmed. My body grew weaker as he 
looked into my eyes, he became focused on me, eye to eye now, he seductively 
stares into me and the shaking persist; I'm calm now. My cheek he softly 
touches, we both stand, eyes very locked. I lean my head into his hand, 
MMMAAAAHHHHH, I moan, 'MMmmmMMMMnnnn," he answers back. We're inches from 
each other now and I have control of my body again so I step forward 
pressing into him; our slick smooth bodies collide, cock to dick, ripped 
abs, and nipples directly in sheer bliss. He leans his head down to my 
shoulder touching it with lips and I turn to meet his ear with the tip of my 
nose. Our bodies embraced and with movements of passion our lips find one 
another we touch them lightly as we once again make eye contact.

'Jason,... Will you find me?' he asked.

"Yes," I answered. "Yes"


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