Date: Thu, 14 May 2009 16:41:53 -0500 From: Andy West <andyoutwest@live.com> Subject: Ian's Dreams Chapter 2 Ian's Dreams Max Has A Sleep Over 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! Max Has A Sleep Over Standing on the sidewalk and watching Max drive off left me stunned. My heart was racing with all the questions reeling in my mind. For so many years I have wanted a night like this...did it really happen? I love dreams; seriously love dreams -- but they can be frustrating as heck is they interfere with knowing reality from dreamland. Drawing a deep breath and then up the plucking gumption to get inside, I turned to the door and stepped back into reality. Mom was already in bed, though she left my dinner in the microwave for me to warm. Dad was doing his nightly rituals...he is a Shaman...kinda (long story...I'll tell you sometime later if you really want to know). My big brother, who I share a room with, was off partying again. So, I was alone for the night...again. Silently, I made my way over to our tiny kitchen and punched the buttons to warm my food and stared blank-facedly as I waited for the familiar DING. When that happened I got my food and grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator and sat in silence to eat my food. Dad's droning incantations drifted to the background noise of my mind while memories of the fresh dream...or reality...of what Max and I did in the car kept playing over and over in my mind. Despite sitting at the table and with Dad off in the corner, my dick got hard as I let my mind flirt with a twist to the dream that Max might one day return the favor of what I did to him. I scarcely remember tasting my food, or getting up to leave the table. I washed up my dinner plate and left it to dry on the counter and made my way to my room. There was no need hiding my boner, as dad wouldn't notice a thing while in his trance. Silently, I pulled the door shut and leaned my head against the inside of the door as I stood there feeling the weight of the loneliness heavy upon me. My brother wouldn't be home until way early in the morning. Momma would get up and go off to her shopping and whatever she did before I rose in the morning for school. Breakfast would be waiting on the cabinet for me, I would get ready for school and walk to the bus stop...never seeing or talking to a soul. Dad would be off to the temple, or might be still sitting doing his incantations from the night...we hardly ever acknowledged one another. I resisted the tears of loneliness that threatened to come. I should be used to this by now. The only people who talk to me anymore are the kids at school. And Max. I love Max. Showered, dressed in my PJs and warmly snuggled in my bed, I still could not forget the look in Max's eyes as his Mom pulled away from the curb. It was a familiar look from Max...his eyes twinkling; genuine happiness etched all over his features; earnest and piercing stares, his eyes not pulling off mine as he disappeared around the corner. His head was resting sideways on his forearms which were hanging partly out the rolled down window. My boner has not gone away since after I lay down in the back seat of Max's car. I was raging hard as I climbed the stairs to our apartment; never diminished it's hardness all while I ate my dinner...even in the shower it wouldn't go down. Resisting the urge to jack-off while I was in the shower, I waited until I was here in my bed...this doesn't feel so rushed -- so hurried. Oh, yes, I DO jack in the shower...lots! But in the shower I am always in a hurry to just finish so I won't get caught. But here in my bed, I can take as long as I want. I am quiet as a mouse anyway, Dad can't hear me over his incantations, and my brother won't be home for hours...this won't take that long. Concentrating to slow my breathing, I finally know I can wait no longer. Absentmindedly, my hand was already beneath the soft cotton of my PJ top and was gently caressing my belly and abdomen. So, now, my left hand eased under the waistband of my bottoms and crept ever so slowly to my dick. I grasped it and squeeze ever so gently. The touch of my fingers caused my dick begin to jerk and throb. As my thumb passed over the tip of my dick, I thought I might pass out from the feelings. Before I knew it, my thumbs had shifted their position to hook under my bottom's waistband and pulled them down past my knees. As my dickhead dislodged from the material it slapped audibly against my belly...causing a shutter to course through my body. Off; I must take these clothes completely off. I'm not wearing undies, so soon enough I am completely naked, and I have pushed the warm blanket aside. My left hand is pulling at my ball sack; my right is beginning the rhythmic dance boys learn so early to perform. I can imagine his soft lips on my own. They were so tender, so warm. Passion was electric between us, and with my eyes closed tightly I concentrate upon remembering his every touch, his every smell...the sensations of his skin next to mine. As my head began tossing side to side and my breathing increased to match my right hand's pace stroking my dick, I knew I could hold out only a few more minutes. Reluctantly, I stopped jacking. My dick and body rebelled...virtually screaming at me to resume our dance to orgasm. But, I waited...just a bit more. Rolling to my left I retrieved Max's picture from my night stand, the glow of the moon illuminating it just enough for me to see his general shape. Smiling, I closed my eyes again, this time clutching his picture to my breast and taking my penis in hand once more. This time...this time I could not stop. This time I jacked until the explosion wracked my entire body. Cum went flying all over the place as my jacking pace did not slow, but rather increased. Each surge of my dick brought more sperm flying from the end of my dick. Over and over I shot creamy boy sperms across my chest. Oh god...so good. Barely conscious, I pulled the blanket up over my naked boyness, and drifting toward sleep with new visions of beautiful Max making my balls tingle all the more. Just before I'm totally gone my cell phone vibrates on the nightstand at my bedside. *Uggg* I definitely don't want to talk to anyone...the visions for Max's soft lips millimeters from my boner poofed away in cartoonish vividness. *Sigh* "Hello?" I groaned into the phone, amazed at my own ability to not scream WTF at whoever was on the other end. Silence. Hmmm...nice trick. This woke me from my desired sleepiness. I could hear someone breathing on the other end. Pulling the phone from my ear I peeked at the caller ID to see if I could see who actually was calling me at 11:00 at night. A warming smile crept across my face...it was Max! Accepting the premise of quietness and perhaps secrecy I whispered into the phone, "Max? Max, is that you?" "Yea," he whispered. I sat up and scooted back so could lean against the headboard, and drew the blanket up around myself. Silence. "Max," I said in hushed tones, "you called me...you gotta talk." I heard him giggle and could envision his smile. I smiled and snuggled the blanket closer. "Ian?" "Mhmmm." "I want you to sleep over." Silence. Only my heart wasn't silent! Catching my breath, I blinked and squeezed my eyes open and shut trying to clear my head. "What? Now?" I couldn't believe my fortune. More giggles on the other end. "No silly. Tomorrow night. Tomorrow is the last day of school for the week, you can come over and then we'd have all day Saturday to hang out." Max continued to whisper conspiratorially. "Max?" "What?" "Why are we whispering?" My turn to goggle. "I'm not supposed to be on the phone this late," Max replied as if I ought to already know this. But who was I to know this? How many other times has he called me this late? Ummm...never! "I think that would be cool!" I was getting excited with thoughts of the possibilities we might get up to. "I'll ask. I never see Mom before I leave for school though. I'll ask Dad. I better leave a note for Momma though." My mind was thinking ahead to the possibility that Dad may be in one of those "zones" and not tell Momma where I was...not that that ever happened to me before... >.< More silence...we both were excited by the possibilities. "Ian?" "Mhmmm." "What were you doing just now...when I called?" Something about his hushed tones and just he way he asked the question made my heart race. "Sleeping...well...just about asleep," I whispered. "What about you?" Silence. "Max?" "Oh...sorry. I just got out of the shower." OMG!!! "Oh, okay." God, I so wanted to ask him what he was wearing. I wanted to ask him if he was going to jack-off before he fell asleep. I wanted to know if I dreamt what happened in the car this evening, or if it was real. Gaaaaaa! Silence... "Ian...?" "Mhmmm." "What are you wearing?" OMG!!!! Max asked me! This time my heart skipped a beat...maybe two beats! "Why?" I whispered into the phone. How could I tell him I was naked? He would freak out. Silence... "I'm not wearing anything..." Max whispered. This is going to be soooo much fun! "Me either," I replied without breathing. I could feel him smiling, even though I couldn't see him doing so. "Ian?" "Mhmmm." "Have you jacked off yet?" I nearly dropped the phone. Only then did I realize I was rock hard again down there. I moved the blanket to free my dick from the warm lair and began slowly stroking myself. "Yes," I whispered. There was a long pause. "You?" I asked with extreme temerity. "Yes," he breathed back into the phone. "Ummm...but I am again right now." His tone was extremely hushed now, and again conspiratorially. Both of our breathing rates increased. I strained to hear what he was doing...I wondered how he held his penis; I wanted to be there to watch him. I couldn't believe this was happening. But it was. I had slid down in my bed and was now prone again...my toes began involuntarily pointing to the end of the bed and my leg muscles tightened. Whimpers on the phone led me to believe he was as close as me... The phone went dead. My dick exploded with the most powerful orgasm imaginable, made all the more intense with knowledge that Max was feeling this same euphoria at this very moment...and he was thinking about me while it happened. ^^^^^^^^^^^^ The next day at school everything was an absolute blur. I couldn't tell you a single class or lesson. Scarcely do I recall any conversation. Nothing could crowd out the image in my mind of what Max and I did the night before over the phone. In fact...I was numb all over. Every boy I saw had a resemblance of Max. My eyes instantly went to crotches. I was so afraid someone would know what I was thinking, what I did. The whole world was a blur of confusion. At the last bell for the day, I gathered my things and walked into the sea of bustling bodies all scrambling to get away from the torture chamber (called school). Several boys bumped into me and many of them asked questions...I don't recall answering any of them. Somehow, my books managed to find their way into my locker, and as I felt the first waft of fresh air hit my face as I walked out the doors...I felt his hand slide into mine. Max. I knew it was him even without looking. With deftness only a thirteen year old boy possesses, he shifted his grip that was one of a boy-friends clasp, to dragging me out the doorway as if we were off for some great adventure. And I had a feeling this was to be some adventure! Anyone seeing me would have no doubt I was enjoying myself. In no time, we were pushing our way into Max's front entry way. Our shoes were off in an instant and up the stairs in our sock clad feet we bounded, giggling and laughing all the way. "No one's home. Just the housekeeper...but she's in the kitchen and never comes up here," Max offered matter-of-factly as we stumbled into his room. Max's room was massive, as was the rest of his house. His family was much better off than ours, but Max had none of the arrogance that so often accompanies rich kids. Compared to the small room my brother and I shared, this was awesome! I've been here in this spot so many times. I could close my eyes and inventory everything...so I did. A nice bed was located off to one side of the room. Everything was perfectly neat and tidy. The bed was against the wall on two sides -- the top and one side I suppose would be a better way to say it. Max had a small desk and computer, a tall dresser I assumed held his clothes. The closet door was closed, but I had a feeling it was not a small one. There was a TV and game console on a low profile piece of furniture. And there was a very small love seat and reading lamp over opposite the bed and beside the door. A window opening out over the back yard was just at e end of the room, and a small table with his religious statues was under the window. While the room was warm feeling, and I could tell it was a boy's room...there were no WWE posters on the wall, no NBA posters...none of the other things I had scattered around the tiny walls in my room giving personality to my own small space. But, as I looked around, I realized this room was exactly Max. Clean, precise, warm and friendly...but not flashy, nothing standing out and distinguishable. That was Max. Yes, this was Max's room for certain. And...it smelled of Max. Not an unpleasant smell...but HIS smell. Inhaling his essence into my nostrils, my nostrils flared slightly, and I was struck with a thought wondering if my own room smelled like me. I know I could smell my brother in my room...but could anyone else smell my own essence where I spent so great amount of time...? I must have zoned out, for Max roused my attention by taking me by the hand again. Only this time, he did not manipulate the touch into something else. Looked over and down at him as I realized his touch. He was looking up at me intently. "I'm glad you came," he whispered. "Me too," I whispered in reply...his secrecy being contagious. An awkward silence followed, though we smiled at each other. My hands burned at his touch...I felt as though his touch would consume me with fire. My dick was growing and beginning to tent my uniform trousers. Looking down into his deep brown eyes, I wanted to lean in and kiss him...but what if I was wrong about all of this. What if it was all still a dream? If I kissed him then he'll know why I am here...there would be no doubt of what I expected from the night to follow. As desperate as I was for his kiss...I couldn't move there first. My reservations must have been obvious, for Max took my other hand in his own and with both, he pulled me as he stepped backwards toward his bed. With all the familiarity of surroundings that comes from living in a small space, he moved to the edge of the bed without any visible clues. At the bed he deftly began lying back on the neatly arranged bedding, while pulling me down with him...no...down on top of him. As my body made contact with his, as our groins touched I could feel his hardness. He was as erect as me! Further he pulled at me until he was totally prone, his lower legs hanging off the bed, and my own body now pressing on top of his smaller frame. In one fluid motion he moved his hands to be over his head yet did not release mine. His fingers were interwoven in mine and in this position it was as if I was pinning him with his hands over his head. Our crotches were pressed together...the air was seemingly thick with anticipation. My breathing was erratic...and no matter how rapid...was completely inadequate. I could feel myself on the verge of hyperventilation. I was on top of Max, but Max was in full control. I was the larger, taller, and older (by weeks); but this was his moment...I was totally entranced: entirely under his spell. Staring intently into my eyes, his face began moving closer to mine. As though being drawn down to him but a magnetic force, my own face narrowed the gap between us. His breath was warm on my lips, our unblinking eyes locked upon the other's. Licking my lips I realized there was scarcely room between our lips for my own tongue. As his eyes closed and his lips touched mine...my eyes and lips followed the magical instructions. His lips were wet...warm and wet...and quivering. I released his hands and moved one arm under his head, and the other held his face. Now I was full weight upon my Max. We were embraced in a sensual kiss known to lover's the world over. Rolling ever so slightly so my weight wouldn't crush his smaller form, we continued our wordless exploration. We were crossing into new and unchartered territory, this would be an expedition into a wilderness. I had no idea of where this would lead, but this kissing was pretty damned good place to start! His moans initiated my own. The longer we kissed, the more intense and passionate the kiss became. Our tongues needed no instruction. As mine probed at his lips, his lips parted and his own tongue welcomed me, pulled me down inside and there I discovered a sensation I'd only ever dreamed could be real. Only...it was real. This was real. This kiss is reality. This boy is reality; this embrace, this bed, this moment -- all real. Eventually, we had to pull away. I collapsed on the bed beside him completely out of breath. I was as winded as though we'd just finished a football match. My mind swirled thoughts, sensations, and realities all spinning out of control. Max leaned up on his elbow, grinning down at me. "Wow!" he beamed at me! "That was brilliant." I nodded in approval. Max glanced down my torso and I could sense his gaze stop at the tent in my school trousers. Pausing there a long moment, he eventually lifted his gaze to my eyes with a pleading look. My nod of approval was only barely noticeable. It was all he needed. His right hand tentatively reached for my cock. I could feel the weight of his hand upon my trousers. As he fumbled with the buckle of my belt, the snap of my trousers, and the zip began working down...I was sure I would pass out from the anticipation. My cock was relieved of the downward pressure of the restrictive trousers, and almost instantly began poking out of the slit in my boxers. Max's tiny hand took it firmly in his grasp. I thought I would erupt instantaneously. But I didn't. Again with his fluidity of only a boy his age, Max had my boxers pulled down and my full five inches was standing upright and throbbing with my heartbeat. I heard Max gasp as he moved back up to be at face level with my dick. I struggled to get my trousers completely off, and as I did this, Max unbuttoned my white shirt and skinned it off me. Next my tee-shirt was gone. Now, all I had covering me was the very few pubic hairs I had worked so hard of late to produce. I was totally nude in my best friend's bed. My dick was at full mast, throbbing in anticipation...and the world has not ended. Though there was no physical exertion going on, we were both still breathing as hard as a marathon runner. I saw Max lick his lips...involuntarily I did the same thing. Max moved to be between my legs, which I spread to accommodate his small frame. Taking my dick in his right hand, and my balls in his left hand, Max lowered his face over my dick. He kissed me there...right on the very tip. I felt his tongue running along the crown. Then...the most incredible and unfathomable moment of my life...Max lowered his mouth onto my dick. His tongue formed under the bottom side a cradle the exact mirror of my cock. I felt his nose touch my pubic hairs. He was taking me all the way down. Oh god. Max's hands began to roam my lower torso, my hips, and my inner thighs. All the while he kept his ministrations slow and steady upon my dick. My own hands found his hair and with both hands interwoven in his luxurious and silky hair, I allowed my body to be lost in the sensations of this boy loving me like I had never been loved before. I looked down after several moments...Max was looking back up at me. As his lips and mouth adjusted over the contours and shape of my dick with his up and down motion, I could see that he was determined to not break contact with my dick and any portion of his mouth. I could not last. My orgasm was inevitable. I wanted it to wait. I didn't want this to end. An unreasonable fear of the sexuality ending meaning ALL of this would end permeated under the surface of my mind. But I could no more hold off the moment than I could turn the tides. As my balls began to boil as the semen started the upward surge to my sweet Max's mouth, I was certain my sperm would not be wanted. I took his head in both hands and tried to pull him away...but he wouldn't stop. "M...Max!!! I'm gonna..." I tried to warn him. But it was too late. The orgasm swept over me like heat from a blast furnace. Unbelievable feelings. How many times had I jacked? How often had I felt sex and climax could never possibly be better? I was wrong. God. How wrong. Max kept swallowing, kept sucking, kept bobbing his head in intensity like he would go all night. I was going to faint. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Max came to settle in on my chest and shoulder as I tried with desperation to re-gain my breathing. He was breathing nearly as intently. I could feel the softness of his clothes on my bare skin. I wanted to move and get under the blanket...but I didn't want to move. Max rose and went to the tall dresser and opened the bottom drawer, extracting a thin blue sheet. I felt the cool air as he fluffed it out open above me and the sheet descended down upon my nude form. My dick was totally deflated, and as I felt the sheet beginning to touch my skin so feather softly, I sensed Max crawling under to be with me. Only this time he was totally naked. How did he do that? My eyes closed. I was in heaven. Only the smell of my semen in the air kept be from truly believing this was anything but a dream. ^^^^^^^^^^^^ Note: I forgot to mention in the first chapter that this story is mine (Ian...that is me), but written by our friend Andy. Andy and I have been talking a long time, and he generously agreed to write this for me. So, thanks Andy! He has also agreed to field all the emails and screen them for me. You can reach either of us with his story email address: andyoutwest@live.com. Andy has a story page as well... http://weststories.altervista.org Thanks for reading, I hope you like the story. Please let me know how you feel about it...I love getting emails!