A Dream That Came True

“I know you have. I could see it easily. You yourself notice that I always seem to know what you’re thinking. I’m sorry, too, for knowing it and yet not easing your agony by letting you know that I’ve loved you back just as much and for just as long. But, I had certain pressures. I was worried about what my parents would say, and then about my position on the football team; I just didn’t know what to do. But I decided, not too long ago, that this love is much more important than all that. That’s why I broke up with Rebecca.” He put his head on my chest. “Please forgive me, for torturing you like that. I’m sure it wasn’t nearly as hard for me as it was for you.”

I lifted his head up and kissed him again. “I could never be mad at you,” I said, and his face glowed with happiness. He eased me onto the bed and kissed me back. He put his lips so close to my ear that I could almost feel them as he spoke. “Let’s make love, Ethan,” he whispered. “We’ve both waited for such a long time. Please, let’s make love.” His voice was so romantic and seductive that the very sound of it made me hot all over. I whispered back to him. “You can do whatever you want to me.” He embraced me and pressed his face against mine, which I noticed was also very hot. He removed all of his clothes with remarkable swiftness, and then started onto me. The moment we were both naked he pressed his body onto mine.
“You’re gorgeous, you know that?” I blushed even more, but said “I’m nothing compared to you.” He truly was the most wonderful thing I’d ever seen. Muscular and defined from head to toe, and the golden brown tan accentuated it. His dick was cut and clean, nestled in a decent growth of blonde hair. It must have been about eight or nine inches. He caught me looking at it.

“You like what you see?” I responded by flipping him over onto his back and kissing him with an intensity like no other. I then proceeded to go lower and lower until I was at his cock. I looked at him and then licked it; just once. Then I did it again, and finally put my lips around the head. He moaned, which I found encouraging. I licked under the head of his cock, and then swallowed more and more until it hit the back of my throat. I relaxed it so that it would go all the way in. I gagged a little, but my throat adjusted and soon it was moving in and out with a fluid rhythm. Andrew began to moan and rub his hands over my back and shoulders, and I was pleased that I was doing so well. He gasped a little each time his cock hit the back of my throat, and when I licked the underside of the head. The little drops of semen that were coming out tasted sweet, with just a hint of saltiness. I wanted more of it. I braced my hands against his hips and went all the way down to the base, where I tickled his balls a little with my tongue and this made him moan even louder. I repeated that a few more times until I felt his dick start to twitch.

“Oh, God,” Andrew gasped. “Ethan, I’m…going…to…” But I kept on and then squeezed his cock as far down my throat as it would go. It began to spasm and I pulled out just far enough so that I could drink down the torrent of salty-sweet nectar as it poured from his pulsing dick. I lapped up the rest of it by licking more around the head and the shaft. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and sucked gently on his balls.

“That…was…amazing…” he said breathlessly. I lifted my head up. “Glad you liked it. I just followed what your body told me.” I put my lips to the head of his dick and licked under it again, and he whimpered in pleasure.

“Now I want to show you what it feels like,” he said coyly. Andrew traded places with me. He jerked my dick at first, to make it prime for sucking, and then he slowly worked on the head. I started leaking semen uncontrollably. Andrew licked off every last drop. He worked on the head some more, and then started to suck my balls gently. “Oh,” I moaned, and ran my hands through his silky golden hair. “God…that…feels…good…” He jerked my dick again until it was almost about to spurt and then began to lick the shaft until the feeling down, but then began to lick the underside of the head again to bring it back.

“Now I’m going to send you over the edge,” he said lustfully. He swallowed more and more of my dick until it hit the back of his throat. He suppressed any form of gagging excellently, and proceeded to move his head up and down. My dick kept hitting the back of his throat until finally I couldn’t help it any more. The wave of intense achy and sensitive and warm and electrifying pleasure flew over my body. I spewed forth the most semen I had ever shot. And he promptly drank it all, wasting none of it. I moaned.
“Do I get my props or what?” Andrew bantered. He seductively crept back towards me and kissed me lightly on the lips. I looked into his hazel eyes, and before I even said it he asked “You want me inside of you, don’t you?” I kissed him and whispered “You, and only you.”

I sucked on his cock to get it moist. He then lifted up my legs and slowly proceeded to insert himself into me; to connect on such a level that any boundaries between us were gone. He slowly but surely pushed his penis further into me. I whimpered and moaned. It hurt, and I almost said for him to stop, but I waited it out. He finally stuck the last bit of his dick inside of me. My ass instinctively clenched and released over and over until finally this wonderful and pleasurable foreign object was accepted.

“Are you ready for the real action now?” Andrew asked coyly.

“I’m all yours. And only yours.” He smiled and began to pump his cock in and out of my ass. I whimpered from pleasure instead of pain, and soon began to get that hunger, that seemingly insatiable hunger where you want more of them than they have to give.

“Harder…faster…fill me up…” I asked between breaths. And he did indeed do that. The steady pounding increased with my heart beat, and his balls slapped rhythmically against my ass. He began sweating; his face was red and his eyes were closed as he enjoyed the sensation of our physical expression of love. I could smell him as he exerted himself to reach the peak of pleasure. With a final groan he exploded inside of me. His sweet essence flew into my body with pulse after pulse of his throbbing penis. I flew over the edge and peaked as well, all over myself and the bed. The pleasure flew over both of our bodies, and we were both satisfied to the fullest. Andrew collapsed next to me.

“Did you like it?” Gesturing to the bed soaked with semen, I said “What do you think?” He laughed and kissed me again, rubbing his tongue over mine in the way that made me so hot all over. He pulled away and looked me in the eyes. “I love you, Ethan Johnson.” I felt tingly all over and kissed him back. “And I love you too, Andrew Williams.”

 

I the huge shower cooled off our overheated bodies. Andrew and I were washing each other down, removing the scent of passion from ourselves. Then Andrew stopped, right around the side of my ribs that was more towards my back than my front. He had found the bruise. He looked at me with concern and asked, “Who did that to you?” I pulled away. “It’s nothing,” I lied. I didn’t want to get into that now, while I was still so happy. “I…I fell.”

“Onto a fist shaped object? Baby, tell me the truth.” The sound of “baby” made me melt. Andrew put his arms around my waist. “I’ll never let anyone hurt you again. Just tell me who did it,” he whispered into my ear. I began to tear up, and everything just came bursting out. “My dad did it, okay?! He’s drunk all the time now which is why I can barely afford to eat! He gets angry and violent for no reason at all, and he hits me! There you go! Are you happy now?!” Tears were streaming down my face, mingling with the water from the shower. I pounded my fist on the wall. “I hate it there.”

Andrew pulled me into a hug. I rested my head onto his chest and cried. And all he did was stand there and hold me and tell me it would be okay. I just wanted to rest. Knowing it without my having to say it, he dried me off and then carried me to the bed. By the time he put me down I was already asleep.

 

I woke up in a fog. The clock read 9:37 pm. Moonlight streamed through the windows. I got out of the bed, suddenly feeling very aware that I was naked. My clothes, however, were nowhere to be found. I opened the door to the room and followed the scent of food downstairs. As I went further down the noise of a pan hissing on the stove grew louder. I reached the bottom step and was in the living room, which was right next to the kitchen. Walking in, I spotted Andrew in nothing but an apron cooking chicken and vegetables at the same time. He looked up from the carrots he was chopping and smiled.

“So,” he began. “You’re finally awake. Glad you got some rest.” He wiped his hands on his apron and kissed me gently. “I have some good news for you,” he said. “You’re staying at my place for the weekend.” I gave him a puzzled look, and he stopped me before I said anything. “Don’t worry. I’ve arranged it all. And by the way, I guarantee you that you’ll be shocked when you get home on Sunday.” I just looked at him. Wrapping my arms around his waist I simply responded with “Whatever you say.”

 

We made love several times that weekend, and felt the happiest I had in a really long while. He drove me straight home, despite my protests, and when I got there, I was so disappointed to see the end of that magical weekend. I said goodbye to Andrew and walked in the house. Surprisingly it had been cleaned up. And there on the couch was my dad, but in a way I hadn’t seen him in a while. He was clean-shaven, showered, and most of all, sober. He got up immediately and hugged me.

“I’m so sorry,” he said. I looked at him.

“What?” I was confused. What was going on?

“I said I’m sorry. For all this time putting my anger out on you when I really was just mad that Mom was dead. And that it was my fault. I didn’t want to go to the store. I made her do it. And that’s why she’s dead. And I hated myself, and took it out on you.” He held his head in his hands.

“Dad,” I began. “It’s not your fault. Things happen. And as much as you hurt me, I’m going to forgive you. Because it seems like somehow you’ve managed to sincerely apologize for it. Just promise me that you’ll make everything like it used to be.”

For the first time since my mom died, my dad began to cry. Not loud, but a quiet, steady, mournful stream of tears. “I’ll never drink again,” he promised. “And everything will be like it should again. I promise.”

 

And he kept his promise. He got a decent job, and the house slowly came together. I don’t know what Andrew did, and he never told me, but all I know is that I was thankful for it. Our parents took the news of our relationship well, and our friends and the football team, though wary at first, grew to be more supportive. We’re in our fourth year of college now; Andrew pursuing a career in law, and I pursuing a career in medicine. We’re still just as fresh and in love as we were five years ago. I didn’t think I’d ever have a happily ever after like this. It really was a dream that came true.