Dream Cum True

[gaygoth]

Chapter 1
The Dream

Nick Weatherly is the man of my dreams. There, I said it. I am absolutely in lust with Nick Weatherly. And why shouldn’t I be. He’s only better than I am in almost every possible way. He’s way better looking than I am. He’s a dark skinned, brown-haired beauty. His eyes make you melt, and oh Michelangelo himself could not have sculpted his body better, not to mention a face crafted by the gods. He’s just the kind of man you want to just take you and throw you onto a bed and dick your ass ‘till it’s black and blue. He’s way more athletic than me. What more could I expect from a football jock? He’s not smarter than me, but he holds his own. I think if someone sat down with him and really helped him, he’d do much better. Maybe I could be his naughty little tutor boy!

Oh, there I go again, fantasizing about Nick. In truth, ever since I hit puberty he’s been the target of almost every single one of my sexual fantasies. I longed for him so much, I sometimes found myself crying, because I wanted him so bad, yet I knew I could never have him.

And so, that what it was like for the better part of my high school days. Perving over a hot stud jock that I could never be with, feeling honoured just to be in the same zip code as he, and constantly dreaming.

Which is why I will never forget that fateful day in my senior year of high school, not long after my 18th birthday, when my whole life changed. It had seemed like a normal enough day earlier. The bus ride was uneventful, I got picked on in 2 classes, and lunch was disgusting as usual. Then, it happened.

I was walking to my last class of the day, when suddenly, there he was coming up the stairs toward me. I nearly froze in my tracks just then, but I continued walking so as not to draw unwanted attention. That’s when he started walking faster to catch up to me. Suddenly we were walking side by side, and I could feel him watching me. ‘Oh God!’ I thought, ‘What do I say? Do I say anything? Maybe he likes me. In my dreams!’

Then he spoke. “Hey, um, Sean?’

“Yes, N-Nick.”

“You know, I, um, realized that, um, we were like, you know, neighbors, and all, and I thought maybe we could um, you know, hang out or something.”

I was taken aback. Hot sexy stud Nicholas Weatherly wants to hang out with ME???? Could it be he really WAS interested in me? Nah, it couldn’t be. He was probably just lonely or something. But wait, why would he be lonely? He has all the friends in the world.

His voice brought me back to reality. “Sean? You okay?”

“Yeah, um, I guess I just, like, zoned out or something. Y-Yeah, hang out, sure, I’d love to. Great!”

“Cool. I’ll come over ‘round 4:00. See you then?”

“Yeah.” I sighed. Oh my God, Nick Weatherly was actually going to be in MY HOUSE. With me! I was overjoyed.

I don’t know how I made it through Mrs. Pettyjohn’s class, because I had a stiffy the whole time just thinking about Nick coming over to my house. My dreams were coming true. Before I knew it, the bell rang, and I practically leapt out of my seat and bolted towards the door. I don’t remember going to my locker to get my stuff. I don’t recall getting on the bus. I have no idea when I got home. The whole time I was in a trance.
Of course, nothing would come of it. I mean, Nick was straight. He had to be. I mean, I don’t remember him ever having a girlfriend, which I thought weird, but I mean, hot guys like that weren’t gay like me. Were they?

I got home, and the house was empty. Both my parents were away on business, and would be for some time. That was even better. Nick and I would have the whole house to ourselves. I looked at the clock, and it was almost 4:00. He should be here any minute. I turned on the television, but it was just background noise. I could concentrate on nothing but my obsession finally coming to see me. The minutes ticked by. It was after 4, and he still wasn’t here. I’ll wait. He’ll be here.

At 4:15, I started to get worried. He still wasn’t here. Maybe he’s not coming. Oh God I couldn’t take it anymore.

By 4:30, I was starting to feel stood up. I turned off the TV and went out on the front porch to sulk. I sat down into the chair on the porch, and I almost cried, part in sadness and part in anger. How could he do this to me? Did he see this as some sick joke, to toy with me like this? Of course he did. Just another jock stud toying with the little fag boy, making him almost cream his pants in anticipation of...nothing.

It was just as every hurtful and painful thought in the world swam in my mind that I saw his car, coming slowly in the distance down my road. Sweet Jesus, he showed! I nearly died! He was late, but he was here! His blue 1972 Mustang seemed to me like a golden chariot delivering a handsome prince into my waiting arms. My heart pounded the Hallelujah Chorus in my chest as his car pulled into my driveway and he climbed out.

Dear God, here he comes! What in hell do I say?

But it was he who broke the ice first. “Hey, what’s up?”

What’s up? I wanted so bad to tell him what was “up”, but instead, I blushed. “Not much.”

“Not much, uh?” He said as he climbed the steps up to the porch. “You know what?”

“What?” I asked stupidly.

He then did something I never ever thought he’d do. He reached out and put his hand on my face, caressing it gently. He looked me straight in the eyes, lovely as they were, as he replied, “You’re so damn cute when you blush.”

Then, he kissed me.

To be continued...

 

[moto]

fuck... continue!
please..
or maybe that was just all in your dreams?

 

[botboy03]

Wow. Please continue.

Zac

 

[smile86]

i like the look of this

 

[harry113]

Yes, more PLEEEASE !!!
Thanks
Harry

 

[kcm17480]

Well that was a real tease. You've got to continue with this story.

 

[gaygoth]

Chapter 2
Out Cold, But Things Heat Up

I was in a daze. The same man I had lusted for all my high school life, the man who had been the centerfold in my every wet dream, the man I had pictured to be a sort of modern day Romeo in my fairy tales, was now kissing me full on the mouth, his tongue deep inside me, searching and exploring me, loving me in every way. A fanfare of trumpets rang out inside me. It was almost intoxicating. My every dream was being realized.

He pulled away and looked me in the eyes. Those big, lovely brown eyes that I loved to look at. Needless to say, I was stunned. I didn’t know what to do or say. My voice failed me. My legs felt weak. I stumbled back into the doorway. Everything was getting blurry. Nick rushed toward me as everything abruptly went dark.

***

I awoke in my bed. I had no idea how long I had been out, but my head was still spinning. I sat up cautiously. I felt a hand touch my own just then. I looked to my right to see Nick sitting in bed with me. The concern in his face was unmistakable

“Sean, are you alright?” He asked.

“I think. What happened?”

“You fainted. I brought you in here. You’ve been out for a while.” He paused, then asked, “Sean, I’m sorry if I rushed this on you. If you don’t want me here I’ll leave.”

“Do you really want to leave?” I asked.

“No, I don’t.”

“I don’t want you too.”

He smiled a beautiful smile. The most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen. “Sean,” he said, “I’m in love with you. Fuck, I have been since the first day I saw you. But I didn’t know how to tell you. Then when I saw you today, I knew I just had to make my move. And then when I came over, and saw you standing there, blushing, well hell I just couldn’t control myself.”

“Oh, and I loved it. But, you’re in love with ME? Why? I’m a guy.”

“Well I sort of realized that, Sean.” He said with a chuckle. “I’m gay.”

Oh my God! Those two words took the magic arrow out of Cupid’s quiver, into the bowstrings, and shot it straight into my heart. All my dreams and wishes were coming true! At that point, I felt like the luckiest guy in the world. Nick Weatherly was gay, and in love with me.

Then, it was my turn to kiss him. I pulled in close, and wrapped my lips around his. I worked my tongue slowly and playfully into his eager, waiting mouth, and began to taste and explore. It was better than I could have possibly imagined. He was a man in every way. I could feel him breathe heavily into me. I rubbed my hands all over his strong, powerful body. I caressed, explored, and loved every inch of him, but I made it a point to skip over the really good parts. I wanted to save that little discovery for later. He was mine now.

Nick apparently didn’t think the same way. I felt his hand reach under my shirt as he felt my chest, lingering on my nipples for a bit, before working his downward, following my happy trail, along my navel, and then he reached into my pants. I jumped as his powerful manly hand stroked the head of my cock, and worked down the shaft to my balls. He rolled them around and tugged on them, loving them in every way. I looked up at him and into his face, and the look he gave me told me just how much he was enjoying this.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I let go of my inhibitions and reached over and pulled off his t-shirt, revealing his sexy bod for me to see to my heart’s content. Oh, what beauty. I leaned over as he leaned backward onto the bed. I went on top of him partway and aligned my mouth with his hard left nipple and began to suck on it while he continued playing with my balls and dick. Tiny beads of sweat had formed on his pec, and I licked them up greedily, loving the taste of him. Then I moved to the center of his chest and began to move my tongue downward in much the same fashion as his hand had earlier. I twisted myself around so that my crotch was pointed toward his face and my face hovered over his groin. I began to unbutton and unzip his jeans as he finally took his hand out of my pants to do the same to me. Simultaneously, we hooked our thumbs under each other’s pants and boxers and pulled them off, revealing the prizes which lay beneath.

It was apparent to me that it was I who had won the grand prize. His boner was 9 or 9 1/2 inches long, easily, and about 2 inches thick. The bulbous head seemed to reach upward toward my mouth and he was leaking precum. It put my little 7-incher to shame.

I looked back to see if he was in any way disappointed, but he quickly put all my worries aside as he reached out and licked the head, every so playfully.

“Oh God!” I cried. The sensation was indescribable. This was what I had waited all my life for, and it was well worth the wait. He grinned and went to toying with my cock with his tongue and lips, licking and kissing it playfully. As transfixed as I was watching him play with my unit, I knew that his had to be feeling lonely, so I set about making it feel better. I reached out my tongue, and gave a tentative lick. Pleased at the taste, I went down on him and used my lips to suck off the precum which had gathered. I pulled back to get a good look at my new favourite toy, then went back down, wrapping my lips around his massive tool and licking all around the head.

Meanwhile, Nick was having his way with Sean Junior. He was working his way down the shaft, and I was moaning like crazy in return. I wondered if he’d be able to take the whole thing, and sure enough I felt his lips touch my pubes and my cockhead hit the back of his throat. Feeling that was so sensational, so I tried to fit all 9 inches of him in. I almost succeeded, but he was just too big, so I backed off a bit and did all I could. I was nearing orgasm by then, and I could tell that he was as well. I felt his cock spasm in almost perfect harmony with mine, and the release came simultaneously as well. Blast after blast of his hot, delicious cum splattered against the back of my throat, as I continued to unload into him. And oh, the taste was unbelievable. I knew immediately that this was what I wanted, no, NEEDED in my life. I finished my climax, and his followed soon afterward. We collapsed onto each other, and I knew instinctively that we were meant for each other.

To be continued...

 

[portohottie]

me need more........

 

[botboy03]

Yeah that was very hot!!!!!!!

 

[Jacketman]

dreams coming true, wonderful erotica. Thanks!

 

[harry113]

Oh WOW !!!!
More Please
Great story
Thanks
Harry

 

[smile86]

mmmmm excuse me

 

[gaygoth]

Chapter 3
Loverboy

I rolled off of Nick and into his arms, as we spooned together. He pressed himself thoroughly against me, and wrapped his arms around me in a most loving, compassionate grasp. I could feel his face move toward my earlobe, and soon he was licking and nibbling at it, making it his newfound toy to play with as much as he wished.

Here I was, now, in my own bed, with the most beautiful specimen of manhood one could possibly imagine, and we just finished making love for the very first time. Needless to say, just the thought was absolutely breathtaking. I rolled over to look at his beautiful face.

“Hi handsome.” I said.

“Hello, loverboy.”

Oh wow! He called me loverboy! I swooned. We were lovers. I pulled him into me in the deepest, most passionate kiss. All my life, true love had eluded me, and now I was deep within its grasp. I suppose if I was thinking logically I would back off, not get in too deep. However, I was not thinking logically. I knew that I was in love, and I hoped he was enjoying this as much as I was.

We didn’t say anything more that night. We didn’t need to. We merely pulled held and cuddled with each other all night long, falling asleep in each other’s arms. Tomorrow was Saturday, and I’d be with my lover all day long.

***

When I awoke the next morning, I felt a long, hard object resting comfortably between my buttcheeks. I looked behind me to see my lover looking at me with a big smirk on his face.

“Mmmmm,” I said, “feels like someone’s got a case of the morning wood.”

“Yeah? And just what are you going to do to take care of that?”

Smiling, I went about my task, and loved every part of it. I found a rhythm in my sucking that really got him moaning, and I used it to my advantage. I used my tongue around the head as much as I could, and worked down the shaft, trying desperately to swallow the entirety of it. I wasn’t successful this time, but I prided myself that I had gotten further since the first time I’d sucked him off. I began rubbing and toying with his huge balls, rolling them around and tugging them playfully. I had learned from last night that he loved having his balls played with, and it wasn’t long before I felt them pull up tight within his sack. I braced myself for impact, as I felt his seed rush through his cock. I pulled my lips back to the edge by his head as the first spurt of love-nectar shot into my throat. Blast after blast shot into my hungry mouth, and I ate every bit of my white, creamy breakfast with delight. Much to my dismay, his ejaculation soon subsided, and he pulled my off of his love stick and up to his face as he pulled me in for a deep, wet kiss. Abruptly, he stopped.

I was perplexed. “Nick, is anything wrong?”

“No, nothing’s wrong. I just realized something. Here we are, sucking each other’s fucksticks and necking like lovers, and we don’t know hardly a damned thing about each other.”

“Nick, baby, I know one thing. Right now I’m madly in love with you, and I know deep within me that we were made for each other. There isn’t anything about you that I couldn’t live with.”

“But Sean...”

“No. I know enough about you the way you hold me, the way you kiss me, the way you touch me. You love me Nick. I can feel it, and I can see it in your eyes. You’d do anything to help me. You’d die for me. And I know you’d never hurt me. Don’t ask me how I know it, but I do. Oh, maybe I’m a fool, but I love you Nicholas Weatherly. I love you more than all the world.”

He was silent for a long time before he finally replied. “I love you too, Sean Thompson.”

And with that, we were officially a couple. For the next half-hour, we just talked about what we like and didn’t like. Of course, he was all into sports, especially football. Most of what he talked about, I didn’t understand, but I vowed to learn it, for him. My interests primarily revolved around reading, especially Stephen King and Anne Rice. He hung on every word I spoke, and I was equally transfixed by his words. All the while we held hands, just like couples should. I thought of all the straight couples in school, and it was then that a troubling thought occurred to me.

“Oh Nick,” I said. “What about when we’re in school together?”

“What about it?”

“Well they’d sure get to talkin’ if they saw us holding hands like this.”

It was then that Nick got very serious. “Sean. If you don’t want to come out of the closet, you don’t have to, but it’s going to be very hard for me to keep from touching you, and I know it will be the same for you. I say let ‘em talk. You’re my boyfriend, and I love you, and right now I want everyone in the world to know it, and if our friends can’t handle that, well then they’re not friends at all.”

“Oh Nick, I know. And I feel the same way. But it’s not my friends I’m worried about. It’s all the other guys, the bullies. I get beat up enough...”

“Not anymore! I swear Sean, if anyone EVER lays a hand on you, I’ll kill ‘em, I swear to God. No one’s ever going to heart my baby boy again.”

“Oh Nicky!“ I cried as I fell into his waiting arms. I felt tears stream down my cheek. I don’t know that I’d ever been happier in all my life. My lover was willing to do all that for me. My Nicky would protect me.

To be continued...

 

[botboy03]

Yeah that was another great chapter.

Zac

 

[gaygoth]

Chapter 4
Meeting Mom

Forgive me, but my memory of what happened next has failed me a bit. I cannot for the life of me remember whether it was my idea to go to his house, or if it was his idea, or for that matter why we made that decision. Oh well, I guess it’s not terribly important to the story. Hell, you’re probably wondering why in the world I’m blubbering on about this. The story must continue!

So, anyway we’re in his car driving to his house, which is not far away, just down to the end of the street, take a left and it’s 4 houses down, so we are, as Nick said, practically neighbors. All the while, I was just staring at him, and thinking how lucky I was to have him as a lover. I knew I was madly in love with him since about 9th grade when he first moved here, and the more I got to know him, the more I loved him.

We pulled into his driveway, and I began to feel my heart start to beat faster and faster. Oh my lord! I’m actually going into his house! How do I act? Are his parents home? How will they react to our relationship? Well, no use worrying about it, because I’m about to find out.

I step outside the door, and walk around the car to Nick, who immediately takes my hand in his and kisses me.

“Sean,” he said, “you’re trembling. What’s wrong?

“Nick,” I asked, “are your parents home?”

“My mom is. My dad left us when I was 6. Why?”

“Oh Nicky, I’m so nervous. What will she say about, you know, us and all?”

He chuckled. “Sean, my mom already knows I’m gay, and I just know she’s going to love you, so just relax.”

We stepped through the door, and Nick called for his mother. She came, and I was immediately struck with just how pleasant she seemed. I knew immediately that I liked her, and I hoped to God she liked me.

“Oh Nicholas,” she said, “I’m so glad you’re home. You know I worry about you. Oh, and is this the fine young man you were telling me about?”

I blushed and looked towards Nick, and I could see him beaming with pride. “Yes mom. This is Sean Thompson, and if you’re wondering, we’re very much in love.”

“It’s very nice to meet you, Mrs. Weatherly.”

“And it’s very nice to meet you too.” Then to Nick she said, “Nicholas, I’m so proud of you. I can’t tell you how glad I am that you’ve found someone who makes you happy. Oh my, I wish I could stay and chat with you, but your Aunt Eileen needs my help again. I’ll be gone for a few hours. Sean, please make yourself at home. What’s mine is yours.”

As we bid her goodbye and she walked out the door toward her car, I felt a huge weight being lifted from my shoulders. She was really okay with all this. It was then that I felt two strong, powerful, perfect arms reach from behind me and pull me in for a tremendous bear hug.

“Oh Sean, she loves you! I knew she would! Oh God, this all seems like such a damn dream come true. Come on, let’s celebrate!”

He then went to the fridge and brought out a bottle of wine. I began to feel uneasy. “Nick, I appreciate the offer, but I really don’t feel right about drinking alcohol behind your mother’s back.”

“Nonsense.” He replied, “Mom let’s me have one glass a day for my health. I haven’t had my glass for the day yet, and I’m quite sure you haven’t, so drink up. Just try it, you’ll like it.”

Oh geez, for him I’d try anything. I accepted it, and took a tentative sip. Not bad, actually. It was a bit overwhelming at first, but overall it was pleasant. I drank my glass with pleasure.

Nick finished his glass, then looked me in the eyes and said, “Now it’s time for my next big surprise.”

He then rushed over to me, lifted my up off my feet, and into his arms. I was a little stunned, but not dissatisfied. He was so strong and powerful, and I loved every bit of it. I wrapped my arms around his lovely neck and held on.

When the ride came to a full and complete stop, I was in his bedroom, on his bed. I looked around, and I was a wee bit surprised. Of course there was all kinds of sports stuff, mainly football, but there were also some far more interesting posters on his walls. Men. Lots of men. Half-naked men. Strong, muscley, ripped men with tanned, oiled skin. I have to say I was shocked, and it must have shown in my face, because my Nicky started to laugh. “Do you like what I did with the decor, Sean?”

I just nodded and smiled, and puckered up my lips. His met mine and we kissed yet again, and within minutes are clothes were off completely. I rubbed my hand up and down on his rock hard prick, and used my finger to gather up the precum which had gathered at the head, then stuck out my tongue and licked it clean, loving his taste.

That must have really got him hot, because he immediately went down on my hard member and started sucking me from head to base. I could feel my head hit the back of his throat, and every incredible feeling within me was brought out. I moaned and squealed in satisfaction as his mouth made sweet love to my schlong. Every stroke brought out the best of feelings in me, and I thought I was going to burst. That, I did not want to happen just yet. I had a few plans of my own for my Nicky.

“Wait,” I said.

Nick looked up at me and grinned. “What now?”

“Nicky, do you love me?”

“Of course I do.”

“Do you have any lube?”

He seemed a bit confused. “In my top dresser drawer. Why?’”

“Nicky,” I said, “I want you to fuck me.”

To be continued...

 

[miaplacidus]

EXCELLENT!!! I loved it!

 

[botboy03]

Very good. How did I miss this latest chapter?

Zac

 

[gaygoth]

I would like to personally thank every one who has posted their kind words. I enjoy knowing that my work is appreciated, and I am truly humbled by your words of gratitude. I realize that many of you missed the last installment, and for that I appologize. I usually post late at night, and I guess by the time most of you logged on, it was a little bit buried. If all goes as planned, Chapter 5 should be posted late Sunday night, so be on the look out. I will keep you "posted."

 

[gaygoth]

Chapter 5
First Fuck

The room was silent. I had just asked my lover to fuck me for the very first time, something I had never dreamt would happen to me (well, okay, I dreamt it, but I didn’t actually think it would happen). It was obvious he was stunned by my request. I just lay there, grinning from ear to ear, awaiting his response.

I pretty much knew this would happen. I mean, I didn’t really expect him to just say, “Okay, pal.”, then turn me over, shove it in, and start humping me like a dog in heat, though that is one of my secret fantasies. Instead, he was doing just what I expected he’d do, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t find it at least a little bit amusing.

Finally, he spoke. “Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“Are you sure?”

“Sure I’m sure. Nicky, I’ve dreamt of this for so long. Now I have the chance to truly make it happen. Please, Nick. Make love to me. I want it so bad.”

“Oh God Sean, I don’t want to hurt you. I love you so damn much.”

“I’m sure you won’t hurt me. You said you love me. That’s precisely why you won’t hurt me. I just know you’ll be loving and gentle, plus I’ll let you know if it does hurt.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

He accepted that answer and moved to his dresser to get the KY. I closed my eyes and felt a wonderful cold sensation as his lubed finger met my sphincter. His wet slimy finger messaged and lubed my hole and began to work its way in and out, plunging farther in with every stroke. The feeling was intense. At first, when he began to poke inside a bit, I felt like I was going to cum right then. Eventually, though I got accustomed to his rhythm. With one last stroke he made his way in entirely and located my prostate.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH YEAH!!!” I cried as his finger hit that wondrous organ, sending shivers of orgasmic bliss all through my body. A second lubed finger entered me and picked up the rhythm, each time hitting my prostate. Finally, I couldn’t take it any more, and I begged him to fuck me.

Nothing more needed to be said. He turned me over and I got on my hands and knees. I felt the head of his cock press firmly against the lips of my pucker. Then, he began to gently push inward. Slowly, he began to push forward into me. He was as gentle as I knew he would be, and when I felt a twinge of pain I let him know, and he was sure to stop and let me get adjusted to this new and wondrous experience. At last, the head of his penis hit my prostate, and I knew he was all the way in. It truly was a dream come true. What sexual fantasies I had ever had about Nick could not possibly have compared to all that I was feeling at that very moment. As he slowly and gently began to move his organ in and out of my hole, I began to thank God and all that was holy for delivering this man to me. I would have been quite happy if it he had just started ramming me with little consideration for how I felt, but he was being so slow and so loving, I almost began to cry.

Oh, what miracles he worked as he pistoned in and out of me, moaning and enjoying himself to the fullest, and making sure that I received just as much pleasure, if not more.

Suddenly, he pulled out and told me to turn over. “I want to see your beautiful face as I love you,” he said. I obliged, and propped my feet on his shoulders. He popped back in and continued his intercourse, but faster. He watched my face to see if I objected in any way, but I only encouraged him to go faster and harder. He did, and soon sweat began to break on his brow. It dripped from him and onto my lips, and I licked it off. Even his sweat tasted good.

He was ramming into me with reckless abandon now, and I could tell he was close to cumming. With one final push he thrust himself into me as he released his passion into my waiting love canal. As soon as he was done he collapsed onto the bed beside me and gasped desperately to catch his breath.

We lay there for several minutes, just reflecting on what we’d just done. I just knew he’d be wonderful. It was terrific. I’ve said before he was a dream come true, but I couldn’t possibly imagine how lucky I could get to have this beautiful stud of a man love me and care for me so much, and to be so gentle as we had our first sex together.

I looked over at him and smiled. “That was fucking awesome, Nick. Thank you so much. You’ve made me the happiest man in the world.”

He returned the smile. “Thanks hon, but you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”

“What do you mean?”

He held up the lube bottle and smiled. “Your turn.”

To be continued...

 

[botboy03]

Oooh. That was hot. Thanks for writing this. Please continue.

Zac