When Dreams Come True

Later, much later he called it a night and asked me to take him to a room. This time I had no choice so I led him through the reception area where he retrieved his overnight bag. I took him down the corridor where the indoor rooms were. I wasn’t taking the chance of letting him stay in one of the outside rooms, he might get up early and leave before I had another opportunity to see him again. At least inside, I could make sure that I was up early enough to see him off. I was disappointed that the evening was at an end, I would have been happy to keep on going until sunrise.

“Pick one.” I said, indicating the closed doors in the corridor. “You can use any one of them.”
He opened one of the doors, went in and glanced around the comfortably furnished room quickly and then turned to face me.
“This will do nicely, thank-you.” He said. “And thanks for the meal, it was very good.”

I stood there awkwardly, not wanting to leave him. He stood in the doorway and stared at me, his eyes unreadable. I had just made up my mind to say something when he broke the silence.
“Goodnight.” He whispered. “And thanks again.”
I stretched out my hand and he took it. I shook his hand slowly, thrilling at the warmth of his grasp.

“Nice to meet you, Damien Turner.” I said softly. “And thanks for the dance.” I grinned at him mischievously. “It’s one of the best dates I’ve ever had.”
He laughed, a gurgling musical laugh that caused more blood to rush to my semi-hard shaft.
“You’re welcome.” He answered. “It was fun and it was really good to meet you.”

I reluctantly released his hand and knowing that I couldn’t extend the evening any longer, I turned to leave. Why the hell hadn’t he made a move on me? For that matter, what the hell was wrong with me? I could have jumped him at any time. I think that it was because we were still a little unsure of one another. Besides, I still didn’t know whether he liked dick or not. Something on the wall next to me drew my attention and I stopped to take a closer look.

It was a spider, a small black spider. Of course! I had forgotten about that little black widow spider and now it suddenly dawned on me that this could well be my way in. If he knew that I knew about his spider, then he would more than likely guess what my dreams had been about. It would also let him know that I was heavily into guys. It was a natural progression because I could only know about that spider if I had seen him buck naked. Of course it all depended on whether he actually had the spider or not. If he didn’t, then I would have lost nothing.

Here goes, I thought and turned back to him.
“Um . . this is going to sound really crazy, but I need to ask you something.” I said.
“Go ahead.” He replied with a smile. “It can’t be any more crazy than this entire evening has been.”
“Yeah.” I laughed. “It has been a little . . different.”

He nodded. I shoved my hands into my pockets, a little embarrassed about what I needed to ask him.
“Go on then.” He said. “Ask your question.”
“Do you . . um . . God, this is embarrassing but . . do you have a tattoo, um . . in a private place?” I asked softly.

His jaw dropped and he stared at me speechless. I don’t think my question was quite what he was expecting and from the look on his face, I had scored a home run on that hit. So the little spider actually existed. I was elated.
“A small spider, a black widow. Just above your, um . . your . . !” I paused and flushed, a little reluctant to talk about pubic hair at this point.
“About here.” I finished and pointed at my own groin, just above where my pubic hair came to but a little to the right.

He stared at me stunned. “How did . . ?” In a flash I saw his eyes brighten suddenly with understanding. He’d guessed what my dreams had been about and he realized that I knew that he knew. I suddenly became very turned on and I felt my cock swell from semi-hard to raging solid in an instant.

I let my eyes roam over his face slowly as he stood there speechless. I had a feeling that his tattoo was a very private thing. I smiled inwardly, I had him hooked now and all I had to do was reel him in. Let the games commence.
“Goodnight, Damien Turner.” I whispered, beginning my play for him.

He jumped slightly as if waking from a bad dream.
“And goodnight to you, Michael Gabriel.” He mumbled softly. I pretended to leave but then quickly spun around to face him again. Now we go for broke with any excuse that we could come up with.
“Oh by the way.” I said. “The toilet will only flush if you jiggle it a certain way. I’ll show you.”

Pretty quick thinking on my part so I congratulated myself. I don’t think he heard me because there was a faraway look in his eyes.
“Excuse me.” I whispered.

I moved to go into the room and he tried to step out of my way but for some reason he stood rooted to the spot. I collided with him and froze, my hands went to his shoulders instinctively to steady him as he overbalanced slightly.
I apologized and he nodded absently, his attention elsewhere. The heat of his shoulders under his shirt burned into my hands. Then his blue eyes found mine and there was something in them that thrilled me to my soul.
“Sorry.” He whispered. “But I can’t seem to move. I don’t know why, but I can’t move.”

“You’re just very tired, I guess.” I said softly, keeping the game going. I leaned in closer to him to move past him and the scent of him enveloped me. He smelled of his woody cologne with an underlying wild, masculine scent. It was unbelievably sensual and I immediately became even more turned on.

My hard seven and a halfer throbbed and spasmed in my jeans and I felt the silky wetness of my freely flowing juices. Then quite suddenly, he slumped back against the wall. I quickly caught him as his knees folded and he started to slip down the wall to the floor. I pushed his back up against the wall and pinned him there, my face close to his.

“Damn, you must be exhausted.” I said, enjoying the little farce we were playing out, prolonging it. I mean, the anticipation of something is just as exciting as the event itself, isn’t it?
“Are you okay?”

He just stared at me, his breathing fast and ragged. I looked into his vivid eyes; of course I knew why he’d collapsed against the wall. The dilated pupils of his eyes said it all. It wasn’t because of exhaustion. He was feeling something that was definitely not fatigue and I knew that he was feeling exactly what I was feeling. His entire demeanor showed it. I held his eyes, thrilled at what I saw in them.

“Hang on a second, you . . you’re not really that tired, are you.” I whispered with a small smile, playing out the last line of the game. “You feel it too.” I said softly.
“Feel what?” He managed to get out, his voice a little shaky.

The feel of his warm shoulders under my hands were driving me wild. All I wanted to do was pull him to me and hold him.
“The . . connection.” I said softly, putting into words what I’d been feeling the entire evening.
“Connection?” He asked unnecessarily.
“A connection . . a bond . . between us.” I replied softly.

I looked deep into his eyes and I could see that he felt it too. Our very souls were bound to each-other by some cosmic force. I knew this and so did he; I could sense it. I felt as if I knew every part of him, every cell of his being and I could tell that he was feeling the same.
“Oh yes.” I whispered. “You do feel it, I can sense it and I can see it in your eyes.”

His eyes roamed over my face and he sighed.
“Yes.” He said so softly that I hardly heard him. “I can feel it. I felt it when I drove past here earlier; that’s why I came back. I’ve been feeling it all night.”

We stood there, him with his back against the wall; me with my hands gripping his shoulders and we stared at each-other in understanding. Time seemed to slow right down and I knew that things were going to work themselves out. Damien Turner was all mine now and nothing on earth was going to keep me away from him.

Almost as if he knew what I was thinking and as if to prove it, he slowly lifted his hand and caressed the scar on my face.

No-one had ever touched it like that and I flinched slightly at the feel of his fingers on it but then I relaxed and laid my face against his palm. His warm fingers caressed my torn cheek gently. And here I was, thinking that I would have to be the one to initiate the first intimate physical contact.

“This has got to be the weirdest, most wonderful thing that’s ever happened to me.” I whispered.
“Who are you, Michael Gabriel, what are you?” He asked quietly.
“Nobody.” I replied with a small smile. “Just a lonely guy stuck in the middle of nowhere, waiting.”
“Waiting?” He whispered . “For what?”

“Just waiting . . !” I said carefully. “Maybe for something like this . . maybe for someone . . like you.” I finished, not really wanting to give too much away right now.
“But why me? Why now?” He asked. “Why is this happening? I can’t understand it.”
“Do you really want to understand it?” I asked. “Do you honestly need to?”

I looked into his bright blue eyes and saw them change, grow darker with acceptance.
“No I don’t.” He said breathlessly. “And I don’t care if I can’t understand it. I don’t want to understand it. All I can think of right now is the intensity of what I’m feeling.”

I smiled and his eyes searched my face. I got drawn into the blue depths of them, overcome by the heat of his lithe body and lost in the intensity of the heightened sexual tension between us. I leaned in closer to him and put my lips close to his ear. The scent of his cologne made my head spin crazily and my hard-on became throbbingly painful.

“Then you are as . . as . . ?” I whispered huskily and paused, now was not the time to be crass. “As I am.” I finished and drew away from him a little. He’ll know exactly what I was getting at.
He did and he picked up on it right away and I could see the excitement in his startling eyes and I could feel it all around us. We were both so hot for each-other that you could smell it in the air.

“Oh God yes.” He breathed. “I’ve never felt anything like it.”
“Neither have I.” I whispered and smiled. “It’s great, isn’t it.”
“Yeah.” He said softly. “Just look at me, I’m shaking like a leaf.”

“Yeah, so am I.” I replied huskily. I kept my gaze focused on him, delighting in the naked desire in the blue depths of his amazing eyes. We stared at one another for a few moments, both acutely aware of how the rest of the night was going to play itself out yet neither of us willing to be the first to move. Then he drew a breath and threw the ball into my court.
“What now?” He asked softly.

“Good question, what now?” I whispered, tossing the ball back into his area of play. Your move, I thought, let’s see what you come up with. I kept my eyes on him and took in every detail of his wonderful face.
“I . . er . . oh God.” He said. “I don’t know and I still can’t move . . !”
Clever man! Okay, if that’s how it is, then be ready because you’ve asked for it.

“Then it’s my move, isn’t it.” I said, more excited beyond anything I’d ever felt before.
He nodded slowly and I couldn’t hold myself back anymore. I was excited beyond belief and I wanted him with every part of my body. I roughly pulled him from the wall into my arms and my mouth found his. I probed at his lips with my tongue and he gladly opened them, letting me invade him. He gripped the edges of my shirt and pulled me tight against his hot body. Our tongues twisted around each-other and I moaned softly at the intensity of it.

I held him tightly against me as my hands explored the fine muscles of his back and my tongue explored his warm, inviting mouth. It thrilled me to my bones and I could feel his hot, hard cock pressing into my own aching groin.

His hands went into my hair and gripped my head and pulled me closer to him. I pushed him backwards into the room, my hungry mouth still on his, my arms around his back, supporting him. I moaned again and I ground my pelvis into his suggestively. Then I drew back, my head spinning with excitement. He gasped.

“Oh God . . !” I whispered breathlessly, consumed by my overwhelming desire. My hands settled on his ass cheeks and held him close against my body and the hot hardness of his throbbing shaft pressed rigidly into me.
“Oh my God . . !” I breathed. “I can feel you. You’re so . . so . . !”
“Yeah I know.” He said huskily. “I can feel you.”

He pulled my face back to his and he kissed me desperately and then he drew back.
“Don’t stop . . !” He breathed. “Please . . don’t stop . . !”
“Not going to happen . . too late for that!” I whispered breathlessly.

I pushed him backwards until the back of his legs hit the bed. We dropped onto the bed together and I pushed his arms above his head and held him down while I kissed him again. My hard, hot denim covered cock pressed down onto his as I let myself drop on top of him. He pushed his pelvis up into mine, desperate to get as close to me as possible. I spread my legs either side of his and hooked my knees under his.

The pressure between our throbbing groins intensified and the feel of it turned me on to such a high degree that in seconds my jeans were soaked on the inside with my slippery wetness. I drew back, framed his face with my arms and looked down into his eyes. They were dark, almost indigo with desire.

“I dreamed of this.” I said huskily. “I dreamed that you would come here and it would be like this.”
He cupped his hands around my damaged face and looked into my eyes.
“How did they end? Your dreams.” He asked softly.
“I don’t know.” I sighed. “I really don’t know. I always woke up before . . um . . before we . . finished!”

I had always woken up just before we came, only to discover that I had come copiously in my shorts, like any other wet dream.
“Then I think it’s time you found out.” He whispered and fumbled at my shirt buttons. “We can find out together.”

He pulled my shirt open and pushed it off my shoulders and then he made a grab at my belt, impatient to get my jeans off. I tore his shirt off frantically and in seconds we were both naked on the bed, excited at the sight of each-other. We stared at one another, both marveling at the wonderful mysteries that make up a man. His gaze focused on the steely hardness of my throbbing wet cock and he moaned with desire. I marveled at his nakedness and at his wonderful rock hard, dripping shaft standing out from his dark pubic hair.

Cut and big with thick veins running up it, it was unbelievable. His balls hung heavy and silky-soft between his thighs. His legs were slim but well muscled and lightly covered with dark brown hair. My eyes roamed over his body, taking in every detail. I ran my hand over his hair covered chest and down over his tight belly until I touched the little black widow on his groin and I smiled.
“Yes.” I whispered. “Just like I saw it.”

I bent my head and kissed it softly and he shivered in anticipation.
“You’re just like I saw you in my dreams.” I said softly.
“Every part of me?” He asked with a wicked grin.
“Oh yeah.” I said. “Every single part of you, even your . . !” I left it hanging but nodded in the direction of his hard, throbbing cock.

He laughed softly.
“It seems that you have an advantage over me.” He said. “But it’s kind of hot in an obscure way.”
“Oh you have no idea.” I replied with a grin.

“What happened next?” He asked excitedly. “In your dreams, tell me what happened next.”

I laughed. “Do I really need to?” I answered and then reached out and caressed his soft, silky balls. Then I ran my hand up his wet rock hard shaft slowly. He gasped as I fondled him and he spread his legs apart to allow me easier access.
“Oh God yes!” He gasped. “Okay, so don’t tell me, show me.”

I rolled onto my back and pulled him on top of me. My mouth covered his again with desperate longing. Our very hard, pulsing shafts collided with each-other and I could feel the slick wetness of our flowing juices. He thrust his tongue into my eager mouth and explored the inside of it thoroughly. Then I invaded his mouth with my tongue wetly. He broke away from my demanding lips and moved down my body, kissing me everywhere as he went, my eyes, my nose and my scar. He started to run his tongue down the length of it. I gasped and tried to turn my face away but he stopped me.

“No.” He whispered huskily. “Don’t! I want you, every part of you.”
“But it’s horrible.” I said softly, turning my face away from him. “Doesn’t it sort of . . repulse you?”
“No, it’s not horrible and I’m not repulsed by it.” He countered. “It’s part of you, it’s who you are. It’s what defines you.”

God how I loved him. From the start, he had not been put off by my disfigurement. In fact, he had somehow embraced it and then delighted in it. Never in my life had anybody done such a thing. I relaxed and turned my face back to him.

He ran his mouth down over the smooth white skin of my scar and on down to my neck, my chest and my nipples which jumped out stiffly as he teased them with his tongue. I moaned softly and ran my hands through his hair. When he had finished with my nipples, he continued on down over my belly and on to my navel, where he lingered. He pushed his tongue into it and I shuddered with excitement. On he went, down the dark path of hair to my groin and without stopping, he took my wet cock into his mouth and his hand found and caressed my balls.

I groaned with delight as his hot mouth slid down my aching shaft and I spread my thighs further apart as his hand fondled my balls. I gripped his head as he sucked the length of me to the back of his throat.
“Oh God . . !” I gasped.

His tongue circled around the edge of my throbbing helmet and he sucked the spurts of pre-come from me.

“Move around . . !” I moaned huskily. I desperately wanted him in my mouth, all of him. He shuffled around and then my lips closed around his wonderful throbbing cock and my hands were on his balls. He trembled with excitement. Never in my life had I felt such intense pleasure and I desperately wanted him to feel the same. It was as if we had been made only for each-other and nobody else. His pulsing cock shot a stream of pre-come onto my tongue as I slid my mouth down its throbbing length. I swallowed it eagerly, wanting more and more. I pulled off his steely shaft and wriggled the tip of my tongue into the wide, pouting hole on the tip of his swollen head.

He squirmed with delight and moaned around my cock softly. I ran my tongue down the outside of his throbbing shaft and onto his balls. He quivered with pleasure as I drew the silky bulk of them into my mouth. I massaged them with my tongue and then released them and went back to his glorious cock. A big drop of pre-come was running down it and I tongued it up excitedly. Then I sucked the length of it to the back of my throat. He groaned again and thrust his hips up into my face.

We lost ourselves in the pleasure of each-other, delighting in each-other’s bodies and our excitement mounted quickly. We gorged ourselves on one another and because we were both so highly turned on, it wasn’t long before we both came.

My back arched and I moaned, his pulsing, hot cock still deep in my mouth and then I let loose, shooting my generous load to the back of his throat. I shuddered as waves of pleasure ripped through me. Then he came explosively. The warm spurts of his come flooded into my mouth, one stream after another. He tasted sweet and salty at the same time and I sucked it all from him with small moans of delight while he trembled uncontrollably.

We lay facing each-other afterwards, my hand gently caressing his chest. He examined my face carefully. His bright blue eyes glowed softly and a small contented smile curved his lips.
“Wow!” I sighed.
“Yeah.” He breathed. “Wow.”

I smiled again as he gently stroked my damaged face. He ran his fingers down the long ragged white scar from my temple to my jaw, intrigued at the way it zigzagged down my face. This time, I didn’t flinch. I would never flinch at his touch again.
“It fascinates you, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, because it enhances your attractiveness.” He whispered.
“So I’ve been told.” I said.
“Don’t ever have it fixed or removed.” He said gently.

I chuckled softly.
“I won’t, it’s part of me now.” I said and kissed him gently. His tongue caressed mine sensually.

I had lived with that scar for just under five years and I would be lost without it. It had healed fairly quickly but the psychological scars still clung to me, the horrible result of some drug crazed maniac wielding a broken bottle in the street. I had been in the wrong place at the wrong time and I had paid for it dearly. I’d left the city soon after and joined my uncle out here, finding that the middle of nowhere suited me perfectly. No mad junkies to contend with.

“Good.” He sighed and kissed me.
“I have a small confession to make.” I laughed softly. “The toilet in this room? There’s nothing wrong with it.”
“Then why . . ?” He left the question hanging. I had a feeling he knew why I’d done it.
“It was an excuse to stay.” I grinned. “I wanted you so much that I didn’t want to leave you, I couldn’t leave you.”

“And I didn’t want you to leave.” He said with a smile.
His brilliant eyes held mine and I knew it was time for my next declaration. This one was going to be the biggest one of all. The most difficult one for him to believe.
“Um . . I have another confession which I know is going to sound really wild, even a little crazy.” I paused.

“As crazy as dancing madly?” He asked with a laugh. “As wild as what’s just happened between us?”
“I think this will top the lot.” I said softly.
Be ready my man, because here it comes, I thought, the next part of what tonight has been all about. I took a deep breath.
“I’m in love with you, Damien Turner.” I whispered softly.

He looked into my face, surprised. I watched him carefully, waiting for his reaction, hoping that he wouldn’t think me mad or worse, laugh at the very thought.
“How can you be?” He whispered. “You’ve only just met me.”
“No, you’ve only just met me.” I said softly. “I met you some time ago in my dreams. I’ve loved you since and I’ve been waiting for you for almost two years now. A long time to wait I know, but I knew that if I was patient enough, if I waited long enough, you would show up sooner or later.”

I could see him thinking hard about it and although it might seem really weird to him, I knew in my soul that it was true. I had fallen in love with him in my dreams and I had waited patiently for him.
He smiled and then sighed and I knew that he was fine with it and that one day he would love me as much as I did him. Everything was going to be good. He stroked my flawed face and looked into my eyes.
“And I think I’ve been waiting for you all my life, Michael Gabriel, I just didn’t know it.” He said.

Now came the most difficult part. I desperately wanted us to be together, to stay together. My life was here now and I knew that I could never go back to the city. I had no idea of what his life was like and I assumed that he would be loathe to give it up for me. This I knew, was going to be our biggest obstacle. He was part of me now and I didn’t know what I would do if he wanted to leave in the morning. But I had to gamble my life on it. The odds were stacked heavily against me as far as I could tell.
“But come the morning,” I said. “You’ll be gone. Just like it was in my dreams.”

He gave me the answer I was wanting with little hesitation.
“Not this time.” He said firmly. “I’m never going back. How can I go back now?”

I sighed as my heart filled with joy. “You don’t have to and I really don’t want you to.” I said. “But you have a life, a home, your work?”
“I’m a writer, I can work anywhere.” He said casually. “As for my life?” He smiled. “It’s time for me to make a couple of major changes in it anyway.”
“You’d do that for me?” I asked.
“Of course I would do it for you.” He said with a grin. “You have no idea what you have done for me so I owe it to you.”

Then he told me about his disastrous relationship with some guy called Scott and how much he needed a change in his life.
“So, if you’ll have me, I’d like to stay here.” He finished.
I sighed. “That’s how I always hoped the dreams would end, how I wanted them to end.”

I had gambled desperately and I had won the jackpot. He was mine now and I made a vow that I would take care of him and love him with all my being, always. Nothing was going to tear me away from him.
The hours that followed were crammed with excitement and pleasure. We explored each-other’s minds and bodies and then we made love over and over again. Much later, after we had drained each-other and when we knew each-other intimately, we lay in each-other’s arms and slept the uncaring sleep of the happy and contented.

In the morning, he sat down at the desk in our home to write a letter. I came up behind him, bent down, put my arms around him and rested my chin on his shoulder. He turned his face into mine and nuzzled my cheek tenderly.
“I love the smell of you.” He whispered.

I took pleasure in the easy familiarity and close intimacy that had developed between us during the night. It proved that we were soul mates and that we were meant for one another.
“Who are you writing to?” I asked and then feeling that I might have overstepped a boundary, I apologized. “Sorry, I don’t mean to pry. It’s really none of my business.”

“You’re not prying and I hope that anything I do from now on will concern you a great deal.” He said, his words thrilling me. “As for this letter? It’s for Scott, the first big change in my life that I have to make. I’m cutting off that loose end, something I should have done some time ago.”
”Okay.” I whispered. “I understand.”

He’d had a life before me and he obviously had to wrap it up. I realized this and I knew that over the next few days, he would be dealing with all the small issues that seem to clutter one’s life. I also knew that he had to arrange to get his things sent to him. It would take time, but eventually we would settle into a long happy life together. I released him and turned to leave.

“Michael Gabriel.” He called and I stopped and turned to face him. He grinned mischievously. “I have a question for you that’s been bugging me a little. How would you have explained a perfectly working toilet if I hadn’t collapsed against the wall?”
I thought about this for a moment and then I smiled into his vivid blue eyes.

“You know something, I really don’t know. I was following a dream so I was winging it and I hadn’t really thought that far ahead. Besides, I had a very strong feeling that it wouldn’t come to that. I guess we’ll never know now, will we.” I laughed. “Thank God you did fall apart.”

“Yeah, just as I thought.” He said with a grin. “And I have a strong feeling that you were plotting to get me into your bed from the moment I got out of my car. Why else would you invite me to stay in an empty motel?”
“Why else, indeed?” I replied with a wicked grin. “But that is something you’ll never know. Write your letter Damien Turner, I’ll be waiting for you.”

I went to him, bent and kissed him on the cheek and left him alone. I had waited two years for him so another hour or so would certainly not kill me. Besides, I was happy to know that he was nearby, just a step away and I could be with him at any time I wanted. Unlike my dreams, he would always be there whenever I woke up.

I flopped into one of the armchairs in the reception lobby and laughed out loud. A painter who was passing through, paint bucket in hand, stopped and stared at me oddly. I laughed again, a little crazily and he backed away from me to a safer distance.
“Don’t mind me.” I giggled. “I’m just happy, that’s all.”
“Sure.” He said uncertainly. “Sure boss, that’s . . um . . great.”

“Yeah it is.” I said gleefully. “And do you want to know something even greater? A great secret, the greatest ever?”
“Sure, boss.” He said, his eyes darting around looking for a quick escape.

I think he thought that I had really lost it and was about to pounce on him and rip his throat out or something. I leaned forward in the chair and grinned at him madly. He took another step back.
“The greatest secret ever,” I began, “is that no matter what anyone says, no matter what they tell you, dreams really do come true!”