Date: Tue, 9 Jun 2009 13:20:57 -0500 From: Andy West <andyoutwest@live.com> Subject: Ian's Dreams Chapter Three Chapter 3 A Rope and A Wall 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! Andy is writing this for me...email US at andyoutwest@live.com or check out Andy's other stuff at http://weststories.altervista.org Chapter 3 A Rope and A Wall Nick was near the top of the rock wall. I was holding the rope at the bottom to help him climb. This wasn't one of those rock walls where you harness in to a bungee thingy and actually scale protruding rocks "free-handed." No, this wall was one where you just took the rope in hand and used it to climb the wall, feet on the wall, knees and back bent like you were hunched over. At the bottom, another boy holds the rope taunt, allowing the climber better grip of the rope. Once to the top, there was a bell near the place the rope was secured, which the climber had to ring the bell...then descend the wall as quickly as possible without falling. Nick was to the top and reaching for the bell. That's when I saw. Ohhh man...did I see. Nick was wearing the school's baggy gym shorts...and no undies! OMG! It was my job to make sure to keep the rope tight, so I HAD to look up at him. Everyone shows a glimpse of undies or whatever when you do this exercise. I've seen lots of nice legs, and those sexy curves just at the base of the rump before the undies hide the view. I've seen that 100 times before. But I never, ever expected to see a kid not wearing ANYTHING under! And never when I was standing in this position with quite an eye full of him in all his glory! OMG!! All told, I suppose it took less than 100th of a nano-second for me to achieve maximum wood! Grrrr... Now what am I gonna do? I can't let go of the rope to hide or adjust my boner, or Nick could fall off the rope. I can't stop staring at his pecker and marble sized balls...well...because I just can't. Ohhh man. What a mess. In two seconds someone is gonna see me standing here looking up at Nick's exposed boy bits and me with a massive erection! Fuck. Nick rang the bell. He's reached the top. Now he was to descend the rope. As his energy was no longer focused on reaching the top...he looked down. Our eyes locked...I could feel my ears burning as my embarrassment spread like wildfire. Nick stared at me intently for several seconds, then a smile broke across his face. A mischievous smile... My mind was racing...could he see my woody? Could he know why I was standing there with this massive tent in my gym shorts...why I STILL couldn't look away from his beautiful boy-bits? Oh god. I am bigger than him. He can't beat me up. But what if he starts talking to all the boys about what a pervo I am? What is my dad finds out? Or the coach! I'll get kicked out of school for being a pervert, and kicked out of my own home for the same reason...on the same day! Fuck! Still...I was mesmerized; unable to move or avert my eyes. Thankfully...or not so thankfully (I dunno which)...Nick began wrapping his right leg around the rope. This caused his business to become more or less concealed. My heart was beating rapidly as I craned my neck in hopes to catch just one more glimpse of his bits hiding under those baggy-legged shorts. Nick was descending very slowly. Coach always wanted us to hurry so the boy at the bottom of the rope could take his turn climbing to the top, replaced at the bottom by the next lad in line. The boy having just descended the rope would take his place at the back of the line. But Nick was going very slowly...gripping the rope way tight with his arms, and his legs were now both wrapped around the stiffened rope. I saw him breathing very hard, and could make out that he was licking his lips...his eyes were shut very tightly. Ever so slowly he descended, the thick and taut rope sliding between his legs...which were clenched so tightly against the rope. Only the shifting of his hands lowering left over right in tiny increments allowed his descent. Coach blew his whistle twice at him...yelling at him to get a move on it...but there were so many ropes, so many lines of boys...so much noise of boys yelling, laughing, and giggling...soon enough Coach had moved on to another problem lad. Nick seemed in a world of his own. As he neared the bottom of the rope, I could his skin and features all the better...they became all the more sensual to me. Far too soon he was so low I no longer had a good angle on watching for his boy parts to re-appear, but as he neared my hands upon the rope I was suddenly aware of a new dilemma. Never before has this been a problem...today it just might be. If I didn't release the rope soon, his bottom would reach my hand. I would be touching him in a very intimate place...and I was already full aware that only the thin material of his gym shorts would be separating my hand from the hot and sexy flesh of his most intimate boy parts. But I couldn't turn loose... And he kept inching down, down, down the rope... I could feel the heat from his body on my clenched fist upon the rope... Next I felt a tad of weight upon my fingers as he slid onto my hand... I could not move my hand... His butt wiggled a tiny bit, trying to perhaps slide past my hand... His downward momentum stopped. His rear-end was firmly positioned over half my hand. The room had gone eerily quiet...as though someone had somehow zeroed the volume level on the entire gymnasium. Only faintly was I aware of all the clamoring and movement going on around me. Time ceased to have relevancy. The entire universe was concentrated totally upon my hand...and what was firmly gripping it. Heat of his bottom was radiating out of his shorts and I felt the dampness of his sweaty body too. I looked slowly up his thin, but muscular body. All his muscles were tense and very evident through his clothes. The combined dampness of his perspiration and the movement of descent down the rope had caused them to be drawn tightly around his torso. I could see his sides rising and falling with each rapid breath and could feel his ass clench and relax ever so slightly upon my hand which was still firmly grasping the thick hemp rope. Upwards over his upper torso my eyes wandered...his bent arms and biceps were flexed and showing his strength. His shoulders were square as he was still holding on to the rope with great resolve. Then our eyes met. He knew. ~~00~~0~~00~~ Awkwardly, He clambered down and off, as I simultaneously extricated my hand from gripping the rope and from his nether regions. I have no idea who was most embarrassed...but I damn sure know I was embarrassed. I don't know if I have ever been caught so blatantly perving on anyone before...girl or boy! This was just awful. I had to think of something quickly. "Dang, Nicky!" I burst out quickly, my face still glowing red from getting caught. "Wear some underwear next time, will ya?" A bashful smile spread across his face, causing his face to brighten considerably. "Why," he whispered conspiratorially as he leaned in toward my ear, "this is more fun!" And to my shock and amazement...Nick reached out and took hold of my full blown boner, giving it a quick squeeze. It happened lightening fast...but my brain was still vapor-locked...and I had virtually no time for reaction. He had already scampered away to the back of the line before I heard the whistle blow and coach yelling for me to "get hell up that damned rope!" OMFG!!! Climbing a rope with a major hard-on is nearly impossible. Images of the bulge in the front of Nick's shorts, of the audacity of his grasp of my own boyhood, and his dangling boy-bits as he scaled the rope kept flashing my mind. Scarcely do I recall making it all the way to the top of the rope. I do think I remember ringing the bell...but coming down the rope I was about to discover a whole new reason to love gym class. Why hadn't anyone told me about this before now? All the while the friction from the rope was working its magic on my own erect penis, my mind was racing between what was happening to my dick, and what I saw moments earlier: Was that real? Did he really touch me there? Was I dreaming again? If I was dreaming...what part was a dream? All of it? Grrrrr... Half way down the rope...I knew. This was what he was doing. No doubt. OMFG! The friction of the rope sliding past my erection, the pressure of my body pressing firmly to trap my penis between my belly and the rope, the heat...and some distant knowledge that others may have watching me soon overwhelmed my senses. Orgasm spasmed throughout my groin, nearly causing me to loose focus and release the rope and plunge me to the hard floor beneath. Somehow I managed to cling to the rope, but forget the descent part. Damn! I could feel the rope vibrating with the tremors coursing through my body. Fortunately...I DID have on underwear, so hopefully my jisz would be trapped in my underpants and not fall down on the boy beneath me. Jeez. How could I explain that! Somehow I found myself standing at the bottom on wobbly legs. The boy at the bottom of the rope was looking at me with oddness as I brushed past him once I regained enough focus to realize I was standing there in wonderment at this turn of events and new discovery. All I truly remember is my knees shaking, my legs being wobbly...and an urgent need to dash away to the showers. ~~00~~0~~00~~ The rest of the day was a blur. My mind continued blocking out all ambient noises, all I heard was the sound of my own breathing. Have you ever held your breath and put your face under water in the bathtub? Come on...I know you have... Well, that sound of your own breathing, and the muffling of the noises of the house...that is exactly the way things went since I saw Nick's business exposed and personal like up on that rope. All day...and trust me, it was as annoying as hell. My teachers all thought I was being stupid or something. People laughed at me...but I paid them no attention. In the corner of my vision I could see them pointing, whispering, laughing. No matter. I did manage to keep my book bag firmly clutched to me in the front, because my boner never once went away. By the end of the school day my dick was hurting for sure. Over and over the details of those moments holding the rope, the visions of Nick exposed, and descending the rope myself played in my mind. By the end of the day I was so frustrated about what was real, and what was not real I thought my mind may explode. Now that would be hard to explain. I wondered if you died suddenly of an exploding brain if that would make your woody go away...or if they would have to bury you with an erection to last until you came back again as a chinchilla or something. If you did...would the chinchilla be born with a woody? Grrr... ~~00~~0~~00~~ Much later that night, after my nightly oblations and preparations for bed, the events of the day were still on my mind. As you may suspect, none of the conversations with my mom or dad registered on my brain. It was as if I was in a fog. Stepping into my room I caught a hint of scent from my virtually invisible brother having been inside our shared room. I could detect his cologne, even smell the lingering soap smell of his shower...the damp towel in the floor probably supplying that odor. Our room had a familiar odor too...male testosterone. No, it didn't smell like a locker-room...but it did smell like a boy's room. I finished drying and tossed my towel in the pile with my brother's. The PJ's felt good against my skin as I pulled them on over fresh boxers. My bed was calling me...I obliged its call and made my way to its comfort. Climbing up and pulling the blanket and sheet up over my body, I took a moment to feel their coolness and the reassuring comfort of being back in my intimate and private place...my safe place. It wasn't long though, that I had to come out of my PJs and undies. I pulled them down and off, kicking them into a heap at the foot of the bed for easy retrieval should I need them later. Yes, I was still hard as a rock...I planned now to take care of this day-long erection. Visions of Nicky playing with himself...using the rope to bring himself off as he slid down the rope were so erotic. Oddly, now my mind tried hard to convince me I could see a wet spot forming on the front of his shorts as he disentangled himself from the rope. Damn. My own intense orgasm upon the rope, in such a public place; all the while clutching for life to the rope so I didn't fall...the sensations were impossibly intense. Already my breathing was rapid simply from memories of the events of the day. This was going to be fun. My own dawning realization of sexuality was expanding so quickly. I'm loving this new me...the me that knows the secrets everyone tries to hide from kids. Ohhhh mannnn. As I felt the sheet on my now naked boyhood, my mind was brought back to the moment. Deep sighs escaped me as my fingers found their way to grasp my dick. The steady rhythm of my favorite masturbation method soon took total control. As hard as I tried to stay focused on the mental images of Nicky and is oh-so-beautiful boy parts...blankness overwhelmed me as orgasm swept my body. This time...my seed upon my chest I slept without cleaning myself. The maid would find my sheets stained with boy jisz...but that could not be helped. I too exhausted, and sleep too powerful...I drifted into oblivion with the smell of rope and the sensation of sweaty bum-cheeks pressing against my hand. ~~00~~0~~00~~ Several days passed, I saw Nick in class every day. At any moment I looked his direction, he was staring back at me with that same grin...a knowing grin; a seductive grin. Deeper and deeper he was drawing me into a spell. Every time we exchanged glances at one another he had the same mischievous grin on his face as I saw (dreamt) on him at the bottom of the rope in gym class. We'd been to gym several times since that day, but always events kept us separated. No more rock-wall climbing though; it would be several days yet before we did that again. After some days passed, I was no longer convinced the incident was real at all. I remembered the dream of the blow-job I gave Max in the backseat of his mom's car...only...that proved to NOT be a dream...didn't it? *Sigh* I was so freaking confused. One thing was a constant. Boys everywhere were making me spring wood at every touch, the slightest of movement...a passing whiff of boy-sweat. I was miserable. No...I was ecstatic...no...miserable...I think... One afternoon after gym class I was wandering down the hall after gym, headed to my next class. I was so deep in thought I am surprised my brain had capacity to even walk, or find the next class. I was functioning on auto-pilot. Obviously, I was incapable of any serious thought processes. I was convinced I had lost my mind. A sudden jerk and I'd turned directions. Whatever, or whomever had grabbed my arm and turned my direction was also pulling me into the boy's toilet. The one on this end of the building was not used so frequently, as the one in the gym locker room was near and much more convenient than this older, darker, and smellier toilet. Who the heck had me by the arm tugging at me so determinedly? The spike of hair sticking up on the back of his head was a dead give away. I was being kidnapped to the toilets by Nicky. Ohhhh...mannnn... I felt myself being pushed into the last stall. Facing the toilet, I became aware Nick had slipped around me to close and lock the stall door. I was frozen in place. The ambient white noise of the school faded, I felt pressure behind my ears, and could hear only my own breathing and heartbeat again. I think I was hyperventilating again. But...then I felt Nick's arms encircle my midsection, and felt his face on my back as he hugged me close. Involuntarily my own hand reached for his and I began petting his hand and forearm at my midsection. His hands loosened his grip of my lower abdomen, and I felt his fingers searching for my belt. I let him find it. Once discovered, my pants were opened and allowed to fall to my ankles instantaneously. OMG. Next, his fingers snaked under the waistband of my boxers with great dexterity. His hands were small...but strong. Determined. Knowledgeable. He was in charge. I was bigger, a Prefect...but he was in charge here in this stall. Nothing ever said gave him this authority, but we both knew and felt it. At school...Prefects like me were seldom questioned, and almost never did anyone but one of the teachers ever seek to take charge and direct us. The littler kids were too terrified of us. No...we weren't mean to them...it was just enough for them to THINK we might do something to them. The whole of our school society promoted this ambiance. But here we were. Nick might be at least a whole half a foot shorter than me, but he was in charge. My boxers were soon enough on the floor with my school trousers. And my erect boy bits were being caressed by Nicky, who still had his face on my back and his arms wrapped around me in a hug. Ohhh god. Next he released me with one hand, and I felt myself being turned to face him. In the same fluid motion Nick was also sliding to his knees. He was about to take my dick into his mouth. Yes...I was about to hyperventilate. His hair was the softest and silkiest I ever felt. I couldn't keep my fingers out of it. My knees were bent, upper legs flexed, and I was engaged in a gentle rocking motion. As my burning balls turned loose of the boiling semen it erupted out of my cock with virtually no warning. I felt badly for not warning him...but the mewlings and slurping noises coming from down there soon convinced me this was not his first load...I had been set up. But ohhhhh god...I was not in the slightest angry about his one. No sir, not in the slightest. I have discovered that orgasms get better and better. They are not all the same. At least...so it seems to me. I guess somewhere, somehow a guy has to experience the "ultimate" orgasm...I mean...they can't ALWAYS be more intense or how could you possibly survive them? This one blew my mind though. My body shivered and trembled as the sucking sensations of Nick's moth continued. Eventually I nearly collapsed upon hid shoulders. His arms supported my weight, his hands firmly grasping my naked buttocks. He was content to hold me like this an allow me to come off the high of orgasm. I felt like I was in a dream world. I felt Nick shifting under my weight. This caused me to realize I needed to stand with my own power again. As I lifted myself from his embrace, our eyes met again. His conspiratorial, mischievous grin was replaced with a glassy far-off look...a dreamy look. I noticed a bit of my semen dripping from the corner of his mouth...I fought the desire to lick it from his face. That would be gay. Boys don't kiss. What we were doing was okay...this was just satisfying our primal needs...kissing would be over the top. I reached down and lifted him to standing position. I could smell my own semen from his breath. As he stood I could feel his bulging boner pressing against my naked skin through the fabric of his trousers. The dance to change positions seemed as if we floated into position. My descent to my knees was fluid and automatic. We didn't talk about reciprocating pleasures, but we both knew it was going to happen. I so wanted to taste him, to feel his penis in my mouth...to feel the texture of it on my tongue, and to taste his cum. Nicky was smaller than me in every way...even his dick was smaller. But it was beautiful. And his aroma was intoxicating. As I opened his trousers, they simply fell at his feet, he wore no underwear again. The smells jumped to my nostrils and I breathed the scents deeply through my nose. His dick-head pressed against my lips...and I opened for it. His butt cheeks fit perfectly into my hands and together we began a rhythm of motion that pleased us both. His groans assured me I was doing things right. I loved the feel of my lips pressed against his hairless pubic mound as we both pressed forward. His ball sack was beginning to descend, he was obviously behind me in puberty...but even so I was oddly certain I would taste the product of his balls soon. ...and it was glorious... Note: 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. Don't worry...I read ALL of them! Thanks to all of you who have written so far. 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!