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“Out of The Mist”
Chapter 122 of ? …
Ollie:
I consider sleep my favorite hobby. I relish the state of conscious dreaming. Though I'm not entirely asleep, I'm not quite awake, either. And, sometimes, though I know I'm dreaming, I can somehow control what direction a particular dream might take.
Sometimes my dreams can surprise me. It can be quite fascinating, and even scary, what directions my mind can take. There have been times that I've found it difficult to redirect some undesirable thoughts toward more positive outcomes. It can be like having a battle with the different parts of myself. Dark vs. Light.
Still, I cherish those moments, while my brain is rising out of the mist, that soft gray area between dream and real, yet being aware of it.
I was laying on my back. I was reliving the moments that “Catch” had been struck by lightning. I was admiring Rafe taking control. And, yet, I knew I was safe, in bed. The worst hadn't happened.
We hadn't been swallowed by a whale. “Dog Star” hadn't rammed us, and split “Catch” in two. I hadn't drowned after being thrown overboard. And, instead of my high school crush punching my lights out, he'd let me suck his dick in the locker room shower.
“Copper Tone” had zero sunblock in it. Opera was our president. Rafe's cum tasted like honey. Thed let me fly the Beechcraft.
I slowly became aware of my own body. There was an arm draped over my chest, and a leg snuggled over my crotch, and down between my own legs.
I could hear deep breathing beside me. I was encapsulated by another body's radiating warmth, which I reveled in. I completely relaxed, rendering all of me to “My” Dave enfolding me.
Not only could I feel his beautiful naked body splayed over me, I could smell him. His particular, intense, “Boy Musk” was inflaming my nostrils. His closeness was overwhelming all of my senses.
I was anchored to a mattress, no sheets or blankets needed, yet floating up from my ethereal being, into a higher stratus of physically encompassing Love!
A deep inhale rose my chest. Dave fluttered open his incredible green eyes, under the tangle of his raven, curly, waves.
“Hey, Stud!”, he murmured.
Arie:
Things were not right. There was too much in the air that was unsettled.
The bed space beside me was empty.
Pam was not an early riser. She had probably pattered off to sleep in the guest room. That didn't happen often. I must have been thrashing around in my sleep.
My head was mildly throbbing. My mouth was dry. I had to pee. I know I was scowling as I shuffled into the bathroom. I didn't even have to look in the mirror.
As sunny as the forecast might be, this was not going to be a good day. Something was headed our way, and it was Dark.
It was not a premonition. It wasn't just a feeling. It was something that I Knew!
I didn't know what it would be, or where it might come from. I would have felt better if I did know. At least, then, I could prepare. Instead I'd have to be on my toes. Senses flared. I pitied those who would be around me. I wasn't pleasant when I was grumpy.
I decided one good thing I could do was to let Pam sleep in, if she wished.
After a quick shower, I dressed, and quietly slipped out the door, heading for “Mother's”.
Thank goodness they opened every morning at 6am, catering to us poor sods on our way to work.
Frank:
When Ryan first entered our lives in Harbour Home, I didn't care for him much. He was an affluent, arrogant, Frat Boy Snob. He was also so DAMNED Cute, with muscles!
I could tell he liked his own body given the shape he was in. It was obvious that he kept himself physically active. His chest was developed to the point that his relaxed state was arms out, head up, chest puffed. He didn't merely walk. He strutted.
He also had a tendency to say the oddest things, in his heavy Boston accent.
It was often difficult to understand him, or where his conversation was going. But, the underlying impression that I got was he very much into being Male, and all that entailed.
He was not an easy read. Definitely masculine. However ... Straight? Bi? Gay? Not easy to pin down.
Turned out he was so into being a guy that he was very much into other guys! He had a need for dick, and couldn't get fucked enough! Who knew?
I came to think of him as “My” Boy, not only because I'd been set up as his supposed boss. (Thank You!, Dan, Thed, and Dave!)
Ry was smart, and he learned Fast! He wasn't the Prima Donna he first seemed to be. He turned out to be a Real World Dude, down to Earth, and Horny as all Hell!
His being “delivered” to Harbour Home seemed to be his key to Freedom. He literally exploded!
When Rafe showed up, Ry reacted like getting a further release. He totally surprised me with everything he was willing to try. I could tell he was reaching out beyond his wildest dreams. And, I couldn't blame him. Rafe was proving to be a dude beyond belief!
The guest room shower was not as spacious as the master in Dave's suite. However, the three of us managed to fit into the tub, rotating through the shower spray, sensuously soaping each other up, getting all slippery and naughty. What a way to wake up!
We dried each other off, and mumbling, “I need coffee!”, Ry was the first to head out into the hall, naked as the day he was born, and not bothering to close the door. With all that had happened recently, who needed clothes, let alone a robe, and who cared what anyone might see anyway?
I was on my knees, sucking on Rafe's glorious up-turned dick, when Ry returned exclaiming, “There's no coffee!”
Rafe casually replied, “Um … Uh”, while wrapping his hands behind my head, to drive my face further onto his throbbing cock, “Give me a moment. I think after watching Dave that I can handle that. Maybe ...”
I could feel Rafe's legs shaking, then buckling, as he let loose his morning load down my throat.
Rafe then bent down, grasping me by my arm pits, to raise me up for some deep kissing, tasting his own seed from my mouth.
Ry was boned having seen us. And, as Rafe turned to head for the kitchen, his dick grazed Ry's boner, causing him to jump back.
“Fuck!”, Ry nearly shouted. “Sorry to interrupt, though I'm thrilled to see something that HOT!”
“No prob!”, Rafe replied. “Coffee is a big concern. How about you step in to keep Frank happy, while I go to see what I can wrangle up.”
When Rafe came back to announce that the coffee was brewing, I was still on my knees, with my fore arms added to the floor, my ass in the air, with Ry furiously fucking me.
What's wrong with this picture? I would have expected my long, thick, black, dick punching into the pale Irish boy's butt!
Things were getting out of hand! I wasn't complaining, though!
SO … I got cream injected into me from both ends. Then Ry flipped me over onto my back, swallowed my raging cock, and was soon rewarded with some cream shooting down his own throat.
When had “Irish” become so relentless?
At this point all three of us could use some coffee, and stumbled, naked, toward the kitchen. The silence from the closed door to Dave and Ollie's room was telling. We were all smiling as we heard the master shower turn on. None of us were planning on exploring, checking that out, interrupting.
Those two gorgeous, incredible, guys deserved their own space. We'd have to fend for ourselves.
Chapter 122 of ? …
Ollie:
I consider sleep my favorite hobby. I relish the state of conscious dreaming. Though I'm not entirely asleep, I'm not quite awake, either. And, sometimes, though I know I'm dreaming, I can somehow control what direction a particular dream might take.
Sometimes my dreams can surprise me. It can be quite fascinating, and even scary, what directions my mind can take. There have been times that I've found it difficult to redirect some undesirable thoughts toward more positive outcomes. It can be like having a battle with the different parts of myself. Dark vs. Light.
Still, I cherish those moments, while my brain is rising out of the mist, that soft gray area between dream and real, yet being aware of it.
I was laying on my back. I was reliving the moments that “Catch” had been struck by lightning. I was admiring Rafe taking control. And, yet, I knew I was safe, in bed. The worst hadn't happened.
We hadn't been swallowed by a whale. “Dog Star” hadn't rammed us, and split “Catch” in two. I hadn't drowned after being thrown overboard. And, instead of my high school crush punching my lights out, he'd let me suck his dick in the locker room shower.
“Copper Tone” had zero sunblock in it. Opera was our president. Rafe's cum tasted like honey. Thed let me fly the Beechcraft.
I slowly became aware of my own body. There was an arm draped over my chest, and a leg snuggled over my crotch, and down between my own legs.
I could hear deep breathing beside me. I was encapsulated by another body's radiating warmth, which I reveled in. I completely relaxed, rendering all of me to “My” Dave enfolding me.
Not only could I feel his beautiful naked body splayed over me, I could smell him. His particular, intense, “Boy Musk” was inflaming my nostrils. His closeness was overwhelming all of my senses.
I was anchored to a mattress, no sheets or blankets needed, yet floating up from my ethereal being, into a higher stratus of physically encompassing Love!
A deep inhale rose my chest. Dave fluttered open his incredible green eyes, under the tangle of his raven, curly, waves.
“Hey, Stud!”, he murmured.
Arie:
Things were not right. There was too much in the air that was unsettled.
The bed space beside me was empty.
Pam was not an early riser. She had probably pattered off to sleep in the guest room. That didn't happen often. I must have been thrashing around in my sleep.
My head was mildly throbbing. My mouth was dry. I had to pee. I know I was scowling as I shuffled into the bathroom. I didn't even have to look in the mirror.
As sunny as the forecast might be, this was not going to be a good day. Something was headed our way, and it was Dark.
It was not a premonition. It wasn't just a feeling. It was something that I Knew!
I didn't know what it would be, or where it might come from. I would have felt better if I did know. At least, then, I could prepare. Instead I'd have to be on my toes. Senses flared. I pitied those who would be around me. I wasn't pleasant when I was grumpy.
I decided one good thing I could do was to let Pam sleep in, if she wished.
After a quick shower, I dressed, and quietly slipped out the door, heading for “Mother's”.
Thank goodness they opened every morning at 6am, catering to us poor sods on our way to work.
Frank:
When Ryan first entered our lives in Harbour Home, I didn't care for him much. He was an affluent, arrogant, Frat Boy Snob. He was also so DAMNED Cute, with muscles!
I could tell he liked his own body given the shape he was in. It was obvious that he kept himself physically active. His chest was developed to the point that his relaxed state was arms out, head up, chest puffed. He didn't merely walk. He strutted.
He also had a tendency to say the oddest things, in his heavy Boston accent.
It was often difficult to understand him, or where his conversation was going. But, the underlying impression that I got was he very much into being Male, and all that entailed.
He was not an easy read. Definitely masculine. However ... Straight? Bi? Gay? Not easy to pin down.
Turned out he was so into being a guy that he was very much into other guys! He had a need for dick, and couldn't get fucked enough! Who knew?
I came to think of him as “My” Boy, not only because I'd been set up as his supposed boss. (Thank You!, Dan, Thed, and Dave!)
Ry was smart, and he learned Fast! He wasn't the Prima Donna he first seemed to be. He turned out to be a Real World Dude, down to Earth, and Horny as all Hell!
His being “delivered” to Harbour Home seemed to be his key to Freedom. He literally exploded!
When Rafe showed up, Ry reacted like getting a further release. He totally surprised me with everything he was willing to try. I could tell he was reaching out beyond his wildest dreams. And, I couldn't blame him. Rafe was proving to be a dude beyond belief!
The guest room shower was not as spacious as the master in Dave's suite. However, the three of us managed to fit into the tub, rotating through the shower spray, sensuously soaping each other up, getting all slippery and naughty. What a way to wake up!
We dried each other off, and mumbling, “I need coffee!”, Ry was the first to head out into the hall, naked as the day he was born, and not bothering to close the door. With all that had happened recently, who needed clothes, let alone a robe, and who cared what anyone might see anyway?
I was on my knees, sucking on Rafe's glorious up-turned dick, when Ry returned exclaiming, “There's no coffee!”
Rafe casually replied, “Um … Uh”, while wrapping his hands behind my head, to drive my face further onto his throbbing cock, “Give me a moment. I think after watching Dave that I can handle that. Maybe ...”
I could feel Rafe's legs shaking, then buckling, as he let loose his morning load down my throat.
Rafe then bent down, grasping me by my arm pits, to raise me up for some deep kissing, tasting his own seed from my mouth.
Ry was boned having seen us. And, as Rafe turned to head for the kitchen, his dick grazed Ry's boner, causing him to jump back.
“Fuck!”, Ry nearly shouted. “Sorry to interrupt, though I'm thrilled to see something that HOT!”
“No prob!”, Rafe replied. “Coffee is a big concern. How about you step in to keep Frank happy, while I go to see what I can wrangle up.”
When Rafe came back to announce that the coffee was brewing, I was still on my knees, with my fore arms added to the floor, my ass in the air, with Ry furiously fucking me.
What's wrong with this picture? I would have expected my long, thick, black, dick punching into the pale Irish boy's butt!
Things were getting out of hand! I wasn't complaining, though!
SO … I got cream injected into me from both ends. Then Ry flipped me over onto my back, swallowed my raging cock, and was soon rewarded with some cream shooting down his own throat.
When had “Irish” become so relentless?
At this point all three of us could use some coffee, and stumbled, naked, toward the kitchen. The silence from the closed door to Dave and Ollie's room was telling. We were all smiling as we heard the master shower turn on. None of us were planning on exploring, checking that out, interrupting.
Those two gorgeous, incredible, guys deserved their own space. We'd have to fend for ourselves.
Always ready to admire another hot stud. This is going to be exciting. We need a pic of this one. Thanks, Chaz.
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