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In the world of dreams

The moment I became aware that I was not dreaming anymore, I tried as hard as I could to keep my eyes closed. I didn’t want to wake up, I wanted to live in my dream forever and refused to let it go. I felt how my underpants were getting wet while my penis was still pulsating and my heart pounding frantically. I could still see Sam topless in his slips and my eyes were moving from his dark nipples to his slightly hairy chest all the way down to the apparent bulge hidden behind his beige, tight slips. I tried hard to remain in what I knew was just a dream but no matter how hard I tried, my subconscious drifted away, and I ended up all sweating with my heart still pounding. The details of my dream became weaker and weaker until they completely disappeared and the only evidence of whatever I was dreaming of was this salty, smelly liquid I was tasting after I touched my penis and collected what I could find around its foreskin. The erection I had a moment before just died out and I pushed the blanket to take a better look at my underwear. There was a big stain still visible, and I checked the sheets to see if some marks could be found. I breathed with relief when I realized that only the boxers were stained; I didn’t have any clean sheets to change the dirty ones.

Even though I could not remember the details of the dream, something that happens most of the time, I knew that in my dream Sam was there and that I came just by looking at him half naked, as I had seen him a couple of weeks ago when I went to visit him and he was waking up from a nap.

That day, as I had done in the last weeks, I went to Sam’s house without a particular reason. We didn’t have homework to do, or any other reason related to the school I could think of. I normally only went to his house for a reason but lately I just passed by to spend time with him. Somehow, he got used to having me around and didn’t seem to care. In the afternoons, he was often alone at home and liked playing the piano, fixing his car or just sitting on the couch smoking grass. I think he was indifferent to me being there but to me there wasn’t any other place I’d rather be. Our other classmates might show up later just to hang around and that’s why I tried to be there as early as possible, trying to find a balance between not appearing too needed and not annoying him with my presence.

Something I knew that he liked doing with me rather than with the others was playing piano while I listened and followed the music in the stave he held open over the keyboard. While he played, my eyes moved from the stave to the piano keys back and forth and I was always fascinated by his beautiful hands, by the shape of his fingers, by the way he moved them, grabbed things, touched them, held them. I often got transfixed just by looking at his hands and felt how my penis got hard and wet just by the look of them.

When I came to his house this time it took a while for him to answer the bell. I was outside the house, looking up at the window of his room, when I saw him leaning on the windowsill with his naked torso. The window was low enough to see that he was just wearing some beige slips, and you could see his dark nipples and his slightly haired torso, just the picture of the dream I had some days afterwards.

He came down barefoot and opened the door, still wearing his slips, half asleep and clearly annoyed since I woke him up from his nap. I followed him up to his room and waited seated on his bed while he went to the bathroom to piss. The door was half open, and I tried to peek to check him out but could see nothing from where I was seated. When he came back to the room, he put on some shorts, remained with his torso naked and we went downstairs to the kitchen to have some coffee. All this time my dick was hard as hell, and I knew it was wet. I tried to hide it and luckily we remained seated while talking and sipping the coffee he offered. Then he went to the piano, prepared a joint, offered me a smoke and started playing. I followed his hands going up and down the keyboard and leaned as close as possible to read the stave that laid in front of him; in doing that I could smell Sam’s odor and felt his naked, muscular, soft skin just a few millimeters from the touch of my own skin. The crescendo of the music, Sam’s hands, his naked torso, the smell of his skin and the dizziness of the smoke was a world I could not, I did not want to, escape from. I wanted so hard to touch him, to feel his skin, to pull down his short and underwear and see his thick penis, touch it, smell it, kiss it, eat it that it almost hurt. When the music was over, I went to the bathroom, dried my wet dick and went back to the salon to realize that Sam was already wearing a T-shirt, had put on some flip flops and was talking over the phone. Twenty minutes later some of our classmates arrived and we started talking about nothing and everything. The moment passed, the perfect moment vanished, but it remained with me for all the days to come.

The next weekend we organized a ride on our mountain bikes to some nearby hill. We were just four and I was the less skillful of the group. At the beginning I bought the bike just to be close to Sam since he really liked it, but it turned out I also truly liked it regardless. I liked the feel of achievement when reaching the summit of a hill and the thrill of riding down some steep, scary trails. That day we started early, it was hot and after a while we stopped for a rest, to have some water and piss. I was drinking and eating an energy bar when some of the guys in the group took out their dicks and started to piss, among them Sam. As he had done in the past when we have been riding bicycle or hiking, in an almost automatic manner, he took out his cock, without hiding it from the view of anyone around, and started pissing. I tried to look somewhere else to avoid being noticed but managed for a fraction to take a look at his instrument. It was just a fraction of a second, but the time somehow slowed down and came to a halt for me to see all the details of this amazing, dark, hairy cock. By looking at it, it was easy to understand why all these girls that hover around him like butterflies in a flower field, never got tired of Sam. He was witty, creative, charming and you could get lost in his big, deep, beautiful green eyes; he was handsome and transpired of a sensuality that came from within and got hold of you by simply being by his side. I would have loved to touch his dick, feel it, kiss it, but I couldn’t. This fraction of a second lasted an eternity and then we kept riding, going down the hill, feeling the wind against our faces, jumping to avoid falling and dreaming of a world where I could just be with Sam, where I could hug him, kiss him, touch him, have him inside me.

I was now in a party, there was an Argentine rock band as background music and everybody was having something to drink, including me. I am not sure what was in my glass, but I was feeling good and having fun. I could not recognize at first sight who was at the party; I just recognized Sam and some other guys I had never met before. He was also drinking something in a long glass and laughing loudly. After a while I came nearer to where they were and we started talking about sports, movies, a concert they had just attended a week ago and things of that sort. Time passed quickly and I started to feel a bit dizzy when I realized I was left alone with Sam in a lonely corner of the garden . I don't know how I got there; I only know that the rest of the people had disappeared as if by magic.

It was then that Sam placed his left hand behind my lower back, pulled me decidedly towards him, looked straight into my eyes and with his right hand pulled gently my head towards his until our lips met. He smelled of alcohol and the kiss tasted of cheese. When his left hand pushed me even closer to him, I calmed down and finally gave myself up, forgot about everything and got entrapped in the sweetest kiss I could not even imagine could exist. I did not say anything, and he didn’t either; we just remained there with our lips glued and our tongues joyfully playing a hide-and-seek game of their own.

It was already late and completely dark, but it was not cold, rather warm. We had moved behind some bushes, where Sam hurriedly took off his shirt and helped unbutton mine. He pulled me again towards him decidedly and I felt how his hands started to caress my back while I got lost in his embrace, smelled his sweat, felt his soft skin and kissed his neck.

I stopped for a moment to look at his chest and saw the dark hairy nipples I had always wanted to lick, to touch, to suck. Sam noticed and took my right hand and placed it on one of those same nipples I was lost in. I started then to rub them, to kiss them, to play with them with my tongue. How long did this game last? I don’t know. Only I know that at a certain moment I decided to move down his body and kneel. In front of me was this huge bulge that I knew hide his dick and that I finally got the chance to free. And there it was, in front of me, pulsating, thick as an eggplant, long as a wiener and all wet with pre-cum. I couldn’t believe it. I was frozen and the world came to a standstill, my mouth fell open, my eyes stared at it incredulous and not a single muscle moved until the hands of Sam grabbed my hair, woke me from the lethargic state I had fallen into and pulled my head against his hard dick until it met my half open mouth. At first, the tip of his dick entered my mouth with difficulty, but the further Sam pulled me, the more his dick gained terrain until I finally felt it was fully inside my mouth. The pre-cum that dripped from the foreskin was salty and a strong, bitter smell bubbled up from his body, reached my nostrils and made me dizzy. Instinctively my lips closed around the foreskin, and I started to suck all the pre-cum I could grab while my tongue circled and played with it, making him moan. With both hands I grabbed his buttocks and pulled him firmly towards me while I opened my mouth as much as I could. It was too big, too thick, too long, but so tasty, so unbelievably dumbfounding. I pulled him harder not to let it go and his hands started to move my head back and forth, setting the pace he wanted me to suck his dick. I let him set the rhythm and just enjoyed the taste of it, the feeling of having him inside my mouth; with my nostrils full of his smell, the smell of Sam, the smell of sex. It was like listening to him playing the piano, setting the rhythm and tone of his own music, of his own tune, a melody made up of his lust, of his desire to be inside me and of mine to have him inside me. The back and forth became faster, wilder and his cock just slid without restraint in my mouth that somehow adapted to its size, with my lips and tongue entrenched in this playful dance. With every movement his moaning got louder and louder and I could almost hear his heart pounding. My hands grabbed his buttock even firmer and I pulled him further inside me, not wanting to let his penis go, not wanting to miss a drop of the salty, thick liquid that fiercely hit my throat and went sliding down it during an infinite timelapse. While I tasted his warm sperm, his cock kept pulsating wildly, becoming thicker with every pulse, a monster, a dragon breathing fire.

While he was still inside my mouth, I felt how my own cock started to breath, how my own fire started to pour a dense, warm liquid that I collected in my right hand and spread out over Sam’s hairy, tight belly. It was then that I heard the familiar noises that every morning come from the nearby street. I grabbed Sam as hard as I could; I could not let his dick get out of my mouth, I drank all his sperm and looked up into his deep, beautiful, green eyes asking him silently to keep me with him, not to let me go. The noise outside my window became even louder before it started to die out and completely disappeared. I felt how his hand grabbed mine and made me stand. I looked again into his eyes, touched lightly his bare chest and posed my lips on his in an infinite kiss from which we never departed.

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