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Man of my Dreams (Part 1)
by Mastermind
______________________________________________________________A story I wrote a while back, but never got around to posting. The other parts will be uploaded soon (after I've gone ahead and edited them).
It's my first attempt at MC fiction, so please feel free to comment either here or at:
john.mastermind@gmail.com
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1.
I first saw the man on the street and immediately our eyes connected. To me, he was pure, primal, sexual energy; he sat shirtless in the street, smoking a cigarette, grinning at me, his hairy, muscular torso bared for all the world to see. He was young - must have been in his 20s - but ripped, and cocky about it. His head was covered in stubble rather than hair, and I remember even back then the impact of the colourful tattoos along his arms that seemed to crawl up his body, living depictions of demons and satyrs. But what really caught me were his eyes, and they were incredible; azure blue and deeper than anything I'd ever seen. Even from a distance I was taken aback and stopped in my tracks.
Then after a moment, I broke eye contact, and went away about my business, blushing. I told myself to forget him, but I couldn't. I had seen him for only a few seconds but it had burned into my brain. I was only 18 and every time I thought of him throughout the day - which was often - my body seemed to react intensely and I could barely concentrate. School seemed to drag on and I ended up finishing all my work as quickly as possible on the off chance I could get out quicker. As soon as I got home I fell to my bed, removed all my clothes, and began to pleasure myself. Images of his beautiful body in my head, combined with his cocky smile and attitude, formed into fantasies of domination and control. I imagined what he might look like naked, towering over me, what he must smell like, how it would feel as he pushed my face into his crotch...
I stroked myself slowly, anticipating a swift conclusion, but as I approached climax my mind shifted to the memory of his deep blue eyes. I felt my consciousness swallowed up in them, and in that moment I experienced a violent orgasm. It seemed to last forever. His eyes filled my thoughts and I was blown away by the sensations, as if my consciousness had been elevated to another level. It was the most incredible orgasm I'd ever had, but as quickly as it had begun it suddenly died down and I collapsed in a numb heap, blue eyes still vivid in my mind. I let the sudden sweeping tiredness take me over and I fell asleep.
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I remember the first dream vividly. It was him again, like in the street, shirtless, but in a leather harness this time. He met me with the same grin. I was on the floor in some sort of dungeon. I looked up in confusion and tried to call out but found I couldn't make a noise. My body was weak and refused to move where I directed it. My gaze met with his eyes again, and I couldn't look away.
He told me he had been looking for a boy like me, on the cusp of manhood and the verge of sexual discovery. He said he was going to make me his. I was scared for a second but I couldn't take my eyes away from his. He walked up to me, slowly, letting me take him in. As he leaned his face into mine my world faded away into nothing. Everything I cared about lied in this man's gorgeous eyes and then, suddenly, his lips met mine. I felt his tongue move into my mouth and aggressively he kissed me. I kissed back. I had never had this intimacy with another man, but suddenly it was all I wanted and something I desperately needed. He played with me for a few minutes and his display of dominance in my mouth felt like heaven. Eventually he pulled away and grinned at me again.
He gazed at me with his eyes and told me I couldn't tell anyone about him or it would ruin what we had and he would make me suffer every night I went to sleep. The thought hadn't even crossed me mind. In that one kiss he had me completely under his spell. He grinned at me and I felt myself regain movement in my body. He told me I needed to start working out and that I should aim to have a body like his. He said I should go to the gym every day, even if it meant skipping other commitments like school. Of course I was perfectly happy to follow his every command. Then he told me he would be going away for a while and wouldn't visit for another month. He forbade me to masturbate myself in that time, but said I was free to have sex with other guys while I was awake.
And suddenly I was. I gasped and sprung out of bed sweating, like I had just had a nightmare. My dick was hard again, but I found there was nothing I could do about it. I was tempted to move my hand towards it, but as soon as I tried I was swept with a wave of guilt and shame and my erection died immediately. I sat up groggily as the events and commands of the dream began to sink in.
Over the next few days and weeks, I made a few changes, some subtle and others less so. Obviously I started a gym membership, and even persuaded a few of my friends to join me (although only one was able to match my dedication and drop in every day). During lessons, my mind tended to wander from the topic at hand and teachers began to report my poor concentration. My tests were still fine, but I was warned that my report grades would start to slip as my attendance and attentiveness fell. Furthermore, I began to suffer serious sexual frustration from being denied orgasm from fantasies of the punk master of my dreams. I started to consider hooking up, but that made me feel unfaithful and besides, every human being paled in comparison to him. In fact the only guy who was friendly enough to be a potential candidate was Carl, the guy from the gym, and he didn't look anything like my dream.
Weeks turned into a month, but to my disappointment there were no more dreams. As the days went on I began to wonder if I was reading too much into what may have been a freak dream. I kept doing workouts and was seeing great results, but I wondered that, even if the dream was real, if this was really the life I wanted. After the first week beyond the appointed date, I even started showing off for women rather than men. I had considered myself fairly straight before the encounter, no more than a little bicurious at best, and then the dream had shattered all my sexual expectations. Now I felt myself slipping back into my old ways. I started hanging out more with Carl and we were getting to know each other better; he seemed like a nice kid, but obviously he didn't enthral me like the dream god. Two months after the first dream and I was almost ready to give up. My cock was desperate for it.
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But then, he came back to my dreams again. This time he was dressed even more provocatively, wearing nothing but a leather harness and a leather codpiece. I was on the floor once more, on my knees this time with my hands behind my head, unable to move. He inspected me closely and I could feel his breath on my body as he examined my arms, chest, stomach, legs and crotch. It was more real than any other dream I'd ever had. He smiled and said, "You've made me proud, boy," and with those words my heart was on fire with passion again and my dick rose to the occasion. I was so happy to have impressed this magnificent man. He flexed for me, showing off his powerful arms, his barrel chest and six pack abs, and told me to keep up the training so I could look like him. I was entranced and desperately horny.
He apologised for being gone so long. He said it was a test to see how well I responded, and actually he had been watching me from a distance along. He grinned and told me I had passed with flying colours and I was over the moon. He said good boys get rewarded and told me to come closer. Suddenly I could move again, and shuffled towards him on my knees. One of his beautiful tattooed arms reached for my head and guided it towards his crotch. The smell of sweat and leather was so intoxicating I nearly came right there, but something was helping me keep control. Slowly the man peeled his codpiece down to reveal a sizeable 9 inch penis, pierced with a thick PA ring at the tip, as well as beautiful hairy balls that I immediately kissed and worshipped, revelling in their smell and taste, delighting in the feral growls and moans of the man I lusted for.
He adjusted his thick cock as I pleasured his balls so it would hit my face, and I loved it. He ordered me to lift myself up and work on his dick, which I was more than happy to obey. I started with the pierced head, which was a delight to kiss and worship and play with, especially as precum leaked from it with surprising abundance. I was a virgin and had never taken somebody in this way, but a gentle hand behind my head pushed me down onto his hard member and soon I had most of it in my mouth. The piercing was uncomfortable at first but as he mumbled between growls I found myself noticing it less and less. Slowly I worked up and down the shaft, doing my best to move rhythmically in time with his thrusts and moans. It tasted of raw sex and masculinity and my own dick was rock hard and almost ready to cum itself. Suddenly, another hand joined the one behind me, and he thrusted into me faster and deeper than he did before. I wasn't totally comfortable with the change of pace but the sudden display of dominance was certainly arousing, and I continued to suck on him until the man came with a guttural moan. Seed poured into my mouth and throat and I was in heaven again.
The main sighed in satisfaction and pushed me slowly to the ground. He gave me time to recover and swallow all the seed that remained before he kissed me with passion again, lying next to me, one hand on my dick, the other playing with my chest and nipples. I was already on the verge of coming but I was amazed as he kept me on the very brink for so long. But I was desperate for release. He removed his mouth from mine and I started breathing deeply. He whispered into my ear:
"You've been a good boy. When you wake up you will find a gift from me, think of it as a little memento of tonight's fun."
I groaned loudly and finally he let me come. If the last orgasm was incredible, this was in another league. He moved back to kiss me as I came so my groans were somewhat silenced. But still, looking into those blue eyes, I knew that any sacrifice would be worth this.
And suddenly I was awake again, covered in sweat and cum, dazed but extremely satisfied.
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* Man of my Dreams (Part 1)
00:55 on 2010-01-09 by dougkent60
A wonderful start
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* Man of my Dreams (Part 1)
03:20 on 2010-01-09
nice - I really liked it. Maybe more dialogue as it helps drive a narrative forward?
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* Man of my Dreams (Part 1)
08:47 on 2010-01-10
part II please! can't wait
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