Angel From My Nightmare, Pt. 1

Hi. My name is Lucas. Chances are that you don’t know me- or, at least, that you didn’t know me, until all of this started happening. I was, as most of these stories seem to start, a normal teenage boy, struggling to endure school and keep my secret: the secret that everyone here knows, and the secret that I was trying so desperately to keep hidden- even, no, especially, from myself. The difference between those stories and this one, though, is that this one is no story. The truth is written within every word. I only hope that this account gets out there; maybe then, when the angel comes knocking on your door, you’ll stand a chance to resist him.

The cold rain splashed over my body as I ran; ran hard into the night, looking around wildly. There was only one sound, the sound of the rain, but I knew that out there was the thing I sought. My short brown hair was matted to my head, and the brown pupils of my eyes would’ve been a chocolate color, if you’d been able to see them through the torrent of rain that poured all around me. I had a normal body, standing about 5’8”, but I wasn’t muscular at all. I mean, I worked hard to ensure that I kept the fat off, but it seemed like no amount of work could sculpt my body into what I wanted it to be.

I was naked out there, in the rain; it wasn’t anything strange to me though. I’d been naked in this dream every time that I’d ever had it. I silently protested, as I did every time, what was going to be coming next, although I knew from experience that it would do no good. There was nothing I could do to stop it. I’d been having this dream for something close to a month now, and when I wake up, I know that I won’t remember a thing about it. Even after such a long time of this dream, though, it still scared me. It revealed to me aspects of my life that I didn’t want. Or maybe the correct thing to say is that I wanted it, but told myself, wishing as hard as I could, that I didn’t. That’s what really scared me, not the contents of the dream.

The image of my naked self (I still refuse to believe that it’s me) kept running, through what I assume is a street. I can feel the freezing water pounding against my skin as I finally race up a set of stairs on a porch to a door. I knock twice, my fist slamming hard into the wood, and then stand there, hugging myself against the cold. The door opens slowly, revealing to my eyes a man who’se body is simple and perfect, the body of an angel, each curve and muscle, which could be seen even through the man’s clothing, sculpted into unimaginable beauty.

The only thing strange about this man was his face- it was blurry, like every feature of it was stretched out slowly, making them impossible to discern. I couldn’t see anything about it, really, not even his hair or ears; it was like looking through the eyes of an unfocused lens. This man moved forward, embracing me with a body colder than the rain, and brought his face towards mine. I could smell the sweetness of his breath; it got caught in the back of my throat and I caught myself leaning forward as well, to the lips that I couldn’t discern. I felt them touch, and…

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“Lucas,” my mother’s voice and gentle shake jolted me out of my dream. “Lucas, it’s time to get up. You’ve gotta get to school.” I opened my eyes, a big mistake, for the light was blinding, sending a searing pain into me as I rapidly shut them again and let out a moan. I heard my mom’s footsteps move out of the door, and I was glad that she was gone. Through my sheets, I could feel a raging boner popping up. I shook my head on my pillow, knowing full well that I didn’t have enough time to pull it out. If my mom had woken me, then it meant that I had slept through my alarm.

I lay in bed for a few more minutes though, taking a few deep breaths, trying to recall what it was that I had been dreaming about. I could vaguely remember running through the rain, but that was the extent of it. For some reason, though, my dick seemed to jump at the thought of the dream. I let out a sigh and rolled off the bed, throwing the covers aside to reveal a semi-hairy body. My chest was lightly dusted with brown hairs that ran all the way down to my navel. It wasn’t thick, but it wasn’t sparse either. I guess that that’s the way my father had been; I wouldn’t know, because I’d never met him.

My dick, which was now poking through the hole in my boxers, stood a little over 7” at full mast. I had to resist the growing urge to rub one off and instead concentrated on getting dressed. I moved quickly to the closet and pulled out from the dresser a pair of blue jeans that would fit around my size 34 waist. I slipped them on, careful to push my hard cock into my pants without closing the zipper on it; I really wasn’t in the mood to deal with that kind of pain today. While I was throwing on a gray tee shirt, I thought about how much trouble this dick of mine was going to get me into. It rubbed against the pants as I walked back to my bed to put my socks on, making it more difficult to do anything.

“Fuck, this is gonna be a problem,” I said aloud. Immediately, I bit my lip and listened around; if Mom heard that sort of language from me, I knew that I was going to be in trouble. I didn’t hear her moving anywhere near my room though, so I let out a sigh of relief. I finished putting on my shoes and walked down into the kitchen, grabbing the glass of OJ my mom had set down for me on the counter and gulped it down. Grabbing my backpack and car keys, I opened the door, letting out a yell, telling my mother that I was going and that I loved her, and with that, I was gone, down the driveway, to my car, and soon onto the road to school.

I had to drive fast to get there, going 5-10 over the speed limit almost the whole time, but I got into class just seconds before the bell rang to announce that anyone not in their classroom right now was tardy. The teacher walked into the room just as I took my seat. Somewhere in my frenzied rush to get to school, my unmanageable dick had shrunk back into its’ regular state, but that changed just as soon as my ass hit the chair. I stifled a groan as my teacher walked to the front of the class and announced that class had started. I reached down to my backpack and began pulling out a book when I heard the door open. I glanced at the door and felt my mouth drop. I recovered quickly, turning rapidly towards my backpack again as the new student walked into the room.

I heard several girls gasp, and I knew why- the guy was drop-dead gorgeous. I don’t know why I thought that, and I immediately pushed that thought from my mind. I mean, come on, I like girls. I know I’m weird and stuff, but damn. I pulled the book that I got outta the backpack and slammed it onto the desk. The bo-, no, the man, walked over to the teacher and handed her a note. I could feel the whole class’ eyes on him, and I knew that he was aware of everyone’s attention. A smile flashed across his face, revealing a shockingly white set of teeth that dazzled the teacher for a moment.

She took a deep breath, calming herself, and I could tell that he had affected even her. She managed to control her emotions long enough to announce to everyone who the guy was, though.

“Class,” she said, “This is Troy Ledina. He is a new student here. Let’s,” the stutter came here, “let’s try and make him feel welcome, okay?” 

I would’ve laughed, if this was in any way, shape, or form funny. And it would’ve been (how in the hell would this hot guy be unwelcome here…?), except for one specific thing. As I opened my mouth to laugh, my eyes locked onto his, and I found myself staring into two infinite pools of brilliant sapphire. I felt my mouth run dry and all the sounds of the world seemed to disappear. Time seemed to slow down, every half-second an hour, until, with a rush, my mind registered the words, “…sit by Lucas, the boy with the brown hair there, near the back.” It was only then that I realized that the seat next to me really was empty. Had it always been empty…? I couldn’t seem to recall…

I shook my head, confused for a moment, until I watched him walk down the aisle, his movement a mesmerization as his form flowed back and forth, each step a fluid movement that sent shivers down my spine. Of course the seat had always been empty. What was I thinking? The thoughts reached me as he suddenly appeared in front of my desk. He smiled slowly, the grin spreading across his whole face, but, for some reason, I could feel that the grin didn’t ever reach his eyes.

“You Lucas?” he asked me, as he eyed me and then the desk next to me. I let out an audible gulp, the sound seeming to echo all around the room in a loud reverberation, and I turned my eyes to the teacher. I could feel my dick ache as I responded.

“Yeah, I’m Lucas.” I tried to sound casual and normal, although I’m sure that he thought it was strange that I wouldn’t look at him. I heard him laugh- the most precious sound that I had ever heard in the world, and I couldn’t help but turn my head back to him. Immediately I was putty again, incapable of even forming a complete coherent thought. He stuck out his hand, leaving it out there to be shook.

“Well, hello Lucas. My name is Troy.” I found my hand reaching out automatically. I tried to call it back in; I didn’t want to shake his hand, I knew that I didn’t, but I could feel it taking a mind of its’ own and our skin made contact. I could feel a jolt run through my body, shocking my mouth open as he continued, “Pleased to meet you.” 

Our hands separated, and he took his seat, right next tome, and I sat there, panting slightly, wondering what the hell was going on. I’d never acted like this to anyone before. I mean, I know he’s hot, everyone would be able to see that, but what was making me loose control of myself like this? It’s not like I was attracted to him, was I? No, of course. “No,” I thought more forcefully. Apparently forcefully enough to say it aloud.

I heard my teacher’s voice soar over the thoughts in my head and ask, “No, what, Lucas? Would you care to share?”

The entire class turned to stare at me, even Troy, and I managed to gasp out, “No, no thank you, Mrs. Ledburry.” 

“Then see to it that you kindly be quiet while I’m giving my lecture.” 

I nodded my head and looked down at my desk, being especially careful not to look at Troy. Something about him was weird, and I didn’t want to think about him or the way that he apparently made me feel. I managed to keep my concentration away from him, and even away from the throbbing in my crotch from sitting next to him, until I heard a tap at my desk. I looked up slightly, seeing Troy slide me note. My eyes frowned, wondering what was going on, and I took the note and opened it. 

“Hey, dude, ‘sup? I’m new here, and I need someone to show me around. You up to it?” The script on it was elegant, almost like calligraphy, and I began to wonder what was up with this guy. How in Earth could he be so perfect? I pulled out my pen and scribbled a response down, saying that I was sorry but I couldn’t. I folded it back up and slid it back over to him. He read it and his face frowned. Even screwed up like that, it was one of the most amazing sights that I had ever seen, and that thought cemented all my opinions. I had to stay away from him, or else I was going to get seriously fucked.

I watched from the corner of my eyes as he wrote something down, and then folded it back up and passed it to me. I opened it back up and read the words “What’s your schedule?” I shook my head, but I wrote it down, all seven class periods, and passed it back to him. He smiled this time and wrote, passing it back.
“We have seven classes together, it seems.” My mouth dropped at that statement, and Troy then passed me another slip of paper. I opened it, and there was his schedule, stating that we had all seven classes together, every single teacher. This was just way too fucking weird. I don’t think I can handle it. I fold both of them back up and toss them back to Troy without saying anything. I raised my hand, asking to go to the restroom. Sweat was pouring from my face, and Mrs. Ledburry nodded her head, telling me to grab the pass hanging at the door.

I didn’t bother as I practically ran from the class to the bathroom. I opened the door quickly, running to the sink and turning on the water. I splashed the water onto my face, trying to calm myself down, and began to take a few deep breaths. After standing there for about a minute with the water running, I slowly turned it off and got a paper towel to wipe my face down with. I went to the urinal though. I decided that maybe it was time to take care of my unruly dick. Throughout the whole ordeal it had still managed to stay hard. I pulled down the zipper and out popped my cock. I began soft, but gentle rhythm, deciding that I needed to take my time for this. I was just getting into it when I heard the door open.

Muttering a curse, I quickly threw my cock back into my pants and zipped it up. I didn’t know the person who came in, but I wanted to damn him for ruining my plan. I shook my head; this was going to be hard to explain. I walked my hands in my pocket, pushing them outwards to try and hide my boner, although I could tell from the looks of people in the hallways that I was walking through that I wasn’t doing a good job. 

I got back to class and walked in. It was almost over, the people there just sitting around, the lecture being completed and allowing us to have some free time. I walked in just in time to see Lauren Johnson, a very pretty redhead, walk slowly up to Troy’s desk, in which he still sat, and put her hand on the desk. He looked up at her and she smiled, soft and seductive. 

“So, you’re new to town, right Troy?” she asked.

“Yeah, I am. Why?” he said, and I could hear the frigid cold in his voice. It hadn’t been there when he’d been talking to me.

She seemed to catch the tone too, but decided to keep going. “Well, do you need someone to show you around?” As she said this, she slowly sat down on his desk and leaned forward, exposing herself for him to view. “If you do, I’ll be more than happy to show you around.” She slowly extended her hand, touching his, and something in me felt betrayed. I couldn’t understand this emotion at all… what the hell was going on? I felt myself looking down, knowing that he’d answer yes. What guy would turn down a date with Lauren?