Date: Wed, 4 Mar 2009 10:59:55 -0600
From: Andy Smith <andyoutwest@live.com>
Subject: Ian's Dreams

Ian's Dreams

After Practice


This story is entirely fictitious.  Any and all characters may or may not
be purely the figment of my imagination or otherwise totally not real...or
not.  Make believe; perhaps.  Fantasy, probably.  There will be salacious
descriptions of consensual sex between minors in the pages ahead.  If this
is illegal where you are...stop reading.  If you are not of proper legal
age to be reading this sort of stuff...perhaps you should heed the warning
and go work on your "go-fish" game and leave the rest of us to our story.

The following are collections of short stories about dreams I have about
friends...my friends (real...or dreams?).  These boys and I have never
really been intimate...I am far too fearful of ruining things to actually
approach my friends with my deepest secrets of what I want to do to them,
with them...with their bodies.  But a boy can dream can't he?  I know I
do...a LOT!

Contact the Author at andyoutwest@live.com or visit Andy's website for all
of his stories, and some interesting artwork provided by fans at
http://weststories.altervista.org



After Practice -- A Dream Lover Who Likes To Play Games


       Max picked me up for Taekwondo practice promptly at 4:00 p.m.  Well,
actually Max's mom was driving, as Max and I are both thirteen and not
exactly ready for driving yet.  Max and I have been best buds now for seven
years, every since we started school together.  The very first day of
kindergarten class, standing at the back of the room terrified about what
evils may befall us...Max and I became instant friends.  The teacher
snapped a ruler on her desk to gain the gathering young students'
attention, and Max and I both jumped and wrapped our arms around each other
in fright.  Once we realized the sky was not falling, we pulled away
slightly and grinned at each other's silly expressions.  In that moment we
knew that we were the same...on the inside.  Everyone else was different,
but we two were the same.

	Here in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, the capitol city, traffic is
horrible.  People say that the world over, I suppose...but I don't think
there is any dispute that this place is awful for congested traffic.  We
won't even talk about bad drivers.  So...as we make our way...slowly...to
the school very often, I have chance to remember that very first time I
held Max in my arms...it always makes me smile.  I love holding Max in my
arms.  He likes me to do that too.  It is a secret between us.  He lets us
keep it secret.  We never talk about it, but he knows it makes me happy to
hold him, and I know it makes him happy for me to hold him.  So, we do
that, when we can...when no one else knows.  Sometimes...it is just a hug.
You know what I mean...thirteen year old boys can hug and nobody cares.
Well...we care...but nobody gets weird about it.  It is just guy stuff.
Girls go to the bathroom and giggle...boys hug sometimes.

	But...sometimes when he comes over so we can practice our
forms...when things are just right...our breathing is fast because of our
exercise...one of us has nearly fallen...the other grabs the falling one
and we hold on to one another. Really close...for a long time.  I love the
feel of his strong smaller body in my arms.  I can smell his hair, his
sweat.  No...it really doesn't stink yet...I mean...we are just thirteen,
barely thirteen.

	His skin is so soft.  And, well, so pale.  See, I have typical
Asian skin tones and features.  I don't think I am very handsome...but I
have several friends who tell me differently all the time.  It is hard for
me to think of myself as attractive...especially when I am looking at Max!
Where I am tall for my age, at 5' 6", Max is short for his, standing 4"
shorter than me.  4" is a lot at thirteen!  I normally wear my hair longer
than Max, his is always neat and trim, so sexy looking...mine is over my
ears and kinda unruly.  We both are very slim...most of us Asian boys
are...but Max's body is near perfection.  I have seen him without his shirt
as we change clothes for sport at school.  Once I even saw him in his
briefs!  He looks considerably smaller in the bulge of his briefs than I
do...I wonder if he has started puberty...if he has hair yet.

	The car finally stops and wakes me from my dreaming about what my
delicious Max looks like under his clothes.  Thank goodness my uniform is
baggy enough to let me hid my boner!  Max and I get out and make our way
into the school and take our places.  For those of you who don't know much
about Taekwondo, it is a Korean Martial Art.  Tae means "to strike or break
with foot," and kwon means "to strike or break with hand," and do means
"way, art, or method."  A loose translation is "the way of the foot and
fist."  Max and I love it!  We get to exert ourselves, compete, get
stronger, and have so much fun!  Sparing is the best.  Max and I don't get
matched up very often though, because I am so much taller than him.  But
when I go to his house, or he comes over to my apartment...we practice for
hours.

	The past few weeks though...it is not the practice that gets me all
excited.  I mean...don't get me wrong.  I love every minute of it...being
around all those sweaty good looking boys...but something else has been
happening of late.  It involves the long ride home in the dark, in the back
seat of his mom's white BMW.  Just me and Max...all alone.  Traffic noises
outside the windows seem so distant.  His mom always puts on a CD and
listens to her music, or is talking on her cell to her girlfriends...she
always leaves me and Max to ourselves.  She's cool that way.  Max and I
have been hanging out together forever now, and she knows we are very
close.  She is the best!

	Oh...I got side-tracked...sorry.

	Lately I get soooo tired.  I guess I am growing or something.
After practice, I get so sleepy I can't hold my eyes open.  So does Max.
We end up laying across the seat and sort of on top of one another.  I
don't know just how it started...but I know that laying beside him, feeling
his body move with the motion of the car...just knowing I am the only
person in the world he would let sleep on him...man...I get hard laying
there on the leather seat next to him, with my head propped up on him.

	It doesn't take long after we get in the car for us to start our
getting sleepy routine.  The drinks his mom always brings for us has
quenched or thirst...well...it quenched part of my thirst.  As I lick my
lips, I dream of what it would be to drink from Max's body...I wonder if he
cums yet?  We never talk about sex.  I want to, but I'm afraid somehow he
will know. I am afraid he will know how much I want to kiss him, how much I
want to touch his skin with my hands...really touch him...caresses, soft,
intimate touches.  I am afraid he will know I want to hold his private
parts in my hand...I want to feel him grow hard at my touch.  I never talk
to him about masturbating, because I am afraid he will ask me what I think
about when I do it...it is always him...always only Max.

	This time, Max remained sitting up and leaning against his door.  I
stretched out and got comfortable on the seat, but being as tall as I am, I
needed more space to stretch out.  I just moved over a bit and put my head
in his lap.  Yes.  This definitely was more comfortable!  I was so excited.
I could hardly breathe for thinking about where my face was.  At first, I
wasn't sure how he would respond.  This was pretty risky...I don't want to
make him panicky, or uncomfortable.  He didn't push me off, or make me
move...this was going to be okay.

	Slowly, I brought my hand up and put it on his leg.  I could feel
his body tense slightly under his uniform, but he quickly relaxed.  I could
feel him spread his legs a little to make himself more comfortable.  Is
that bulge getting bigger?  Damn.

	Max moves his hand to my hair and he begins stroking and caressing
my hair.  His touch is gentle, loving...friendly.  Feeling his touch makes
me sigh dreamily and settle deeper into the depths of his lap.  Oddly, I
feel him tugging slightly at my shoulder.  I turn my head up to see him
looking down intently upon me.  I roll over with my back on the seat, my
head still on his lap.  Max bends forward and kisses me ever so softly on
the lips.  I almost faint...his touch was so soft, so light upon my
lips...almost as if it didn't happen.  But it did happen...I can still feel
the wetness on my own lips.

	Max pulled away slightly...and it is my turn to stare at him.  I
can feel my heart racing.  Max just kissed me!  Why?  Did this kiss
mean...does he feel like me? Can this be true?  My eyes are full of
questions...I see no answers.  The light isn't good, only shadows and
fleeting flashes from traffic and street lamps.  I can't understand him.
Then I see it.  The tiniest of nods.  He is telling me yes...yes he feels
this too!

	I lick my lips where his just touched mine...oddly I imagine I can
taste him.  My fingers come to my lips and tremble slightly as they touch
where his lips touched mine.  Am I breathing?  I can't tell.

	Max takes my hand in his...he is leading it...towards his
crotch...his bulge.  Both our hands are trembling.  I feel his whole body
trembling under my head.  My fingers are on his soft cotton uniform...he
presses the tops of my fingers with his...downward...to his hardness.  Max
is erect, fully erect (so am I!).  As I touch his penis for the very first
time he drops his head back on the seatback.  I can feel him sighing...his
penis is throbbing as I shift and encircle it with my fingers.  He shifts,
allowing his top to open a tiny bit...I see the contrast of his pale but
creamy skin against the brilliant white of the uniform.  Even in the dark I
can see his belly moving in and out with his rapid breathing.  He lifts the
elastic waistband of his cotton trousers...pushes my hand inside.

	It is soooo hot inside his trousers...my fingers are
shaking...there it is!  His penis, his cock.  I am touching it! OMG!

	He is un-circumcised, just like me.  It is amazing to finally touch
what I have dreamed so much about.  I think I am bigger than him...but this
is perfect!  He feels like he is about 4.5" long.  My fingers easily fit
around his hot penis.  I leaned forward and kiss his belly, just below his
belly-button.  He jumps at the touch of my lips.  I stretched his waist
band open a bit more and I can see his dick.  It is beautiful.  Slowly he
shifts his hips allowing me to lower the waistband low enough for his hard
penis to stand up free of the confines of the cotton.  It is at my lips...I
kiss it.  His dick throbs when I kiss it, it is alive!

	Instinctively, I know what to do...I pull it downward toward my
lips.  He sucks in a deep breath and I feel the slippery head at my lips.
The slightest urge forward of his hips, and his dick-head slips into my
mouth, just parting my wet lips.  I can taste him taste his pre-cum.  Does
this mean he can shoot?

	Max groans as my tongue starts bathing his dick inside my mouth.
Distantly, a thought of getting caught by his mother flashes across my
mind, but that thought is drowned out by the sensations overwhelming me as
my head slowly starts moving back and forth over his hardness.  His hands
are pressing my head downward on his lap, and his buttocks are moving in
rhythm with my mouth...we are having sex.

	There is a special odor I smell...my mind tries to determine where
I know the smell from...  I remember...it is how my own fingers smell after
pulling on my balls when I jack-off.  A deep smell...not strong...but
smells so good...especially cause I know it belongs to Max.  It is Max's
sex smell.  I'm in love with it.  I want to...to...take it all.  The smell,
the taste, the texture...his hardness...his softness...I want it all.
Every drop.

	My sucking is hungrier now.  I can feel him getting more and more
excited.  His fingers are pulling at my hair; whimpers are escaping his
lips.  We have become one person...we are in unison...together...one
purpose...one reason...it is here between us...in my mouth.

	I taste him just as he explodes in my mouth.  He CAN shoot!  It is
perfect.  I can taste his essence.  His boyness.  His body is convulsing in
orgasm.  Every muscle tenses, his hips raised off the seat, his hands are
pressing my face deep into his groin.  He holds my head with both hands
firmly.  I keep his dick in my mouth...but our rhythm has stopped.  I know
he is probably too sensitive...but I have waited too long for this to take
my mouth from him.  I feel him relax, his body settles back down on the
seat, his hands once again begin caressing my hair.

	Reluctantly, I took my mouth off his now soft penis, kissed him
lovingly there, released his trousers back to cover his nakedness, and
looked up at him.  My heart melted.  Max had tears on his cheeks...the
light reflected off of them.  He leaned forward and kissed me once again.
This time not passingly, not furtively, but a real kiss.  My first real
kiss from another boy...I mean...it was a deliberate, passionate kiss.  My
eyes were closed and my head was spinning...the impossible was happening.
Max kissing me!  Max letting me touch his boy parts...and not just touch
them...he let me make him hard.  He let me touch his hardness...then he let
me kiss it, and suckle it in my mouth, and he shot his jisz in my mouth.
Max did this...and he cried for the joy of it!  Oh, my.  Oh...my.






	Then the car stopped.  Someone was shaking my shoulder...it was
Max.  We were at my house.  I was lying on my side...stretched out on the
seat...my head was in Max's lap!  OMG!  I sat up quickly...was that real?
What happened?  Did I...?  Did he...? I looked up at Max, he had the
silliest grin on his face.  OMG!  Did we...?  Max winked at me, then pushed
me more into an upright position, shooing me off out the door.
Reluctantly, I climb out of the car and made my way around to the driver's
side waving my thanks to his mom, who blew me a kiss.  That always makes me
blush...I think it is why she always does it.  I looked back in the back
seat at Max.  He has lowered the window and is leaning out the window on
his crossed arms.  He still has a look about him...a glow...I smile, he
does too.  Then...he too blew me a kiss...and winks as the car pulls from
the curb onto the lane in front of my house.  I stand in the darkness, the
fading red glow of the tail lights disappear from my white uniform.  I
realize I am standing in front of my own apartment building with a raging
boner...and a fresh dream to remember forever...



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