[DIVIDUAL] Love Thyself by The Room
Nifty Category: SF/Fantasy
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TODAY ON FAPOVISION: A special necklace gives a boy a dream about himself. T/t selfcest, 15yrs old
I got this yin-yang necklace from my mom. Her yoga instructor told her it was supposed to help me resolve my inner conflicts.
I told my mom; "I don't have inner conflicts, I'm just fifteen." But she doesn't listen.
It's a nice necklace, two swirls of white and black chasing one another in a simple disc.
So I wore it.
I woke up in the middle if the night feeling there was something wrong. Had I left the window open? No, there was someone in my room. In my bed, actually.
"Mom?" I croaked.
Not mom. I sat up and pulled back the sheets.
There, lit in the twilight half-darkness, was me. I was asleep, looking all innocent and stuff. Which sucked because I wanted to be tough. What was the point if you looked like an angel every time you nodded off?
I was dreaming, obviously. I have never had the dream where you see yourself in bed sleeping, but I know it is a common one. Supposedly it represents an out-of-body experience. I guess I was feeling pretty peaceful.
I reached out to touch myself, just there on the breastbone. I was a little surprised that I couldn't feel it myself, it was my body after all.
How far could I push this? I had the flying dream once, but I realized I was dreaming so I tried to seize control -- which was awesome until the dream fell apart 30 seconds later. Dreams are like soap bubbles; they pop if you grab them.
I placed my hand oh his -- my -- abdomen and rubbed gently. Beginnings of a six pack there, not quite showing. I'm not really into guys, but I was getting turned on. I'm a good looking kid, it's okay to get off on yourself, right?
He stirred. I slid my hand down a little further. The dream couldn't last so I might a well push it. I grabbed his underpants and pulled. They stuck but came off with a jerk when I nudged his hips. 'I' was beginning to wake up. "Wha...?"
"Sex dream, go to sleep." Which left me giggling, but I don't know what would happen if other-I woke up. I was cock-focused. I pushed his legs apart, there it was!
He looked at me in sleepy confusion. I grinned and leaned forward, taking his/my soft penis in my mouth. It was a surreal feeling, and it stiffened instantly. He gasped.
I sucked gently, letting my eyes close. I'd always been curious about this, but it was nothing like I expected. In my dream the head was spongy, which was strange.
He hissed. "Teeth!"
Right. I concentrated on my tongue, shutting everything else out. If I concentrated on just-this I was sure the dream would last. Hard under, like bone, but wrapped in soft, and sensitive on top, with my tongue there. Hard, gasping. Close.
This was blissful, I could drift off, sucking my own dick.
Suddenly hands grabbed my head, his back arched and warmth flooded my mouth -- cum! Oh god, so much of it! So strange, so weird, so good! It tasted... alright. Like tasting my own cum I guess.
It ended with confused noises and whimpering. I drew off. I was staring at me.
"Oh." He was dazed.
Screw it, if this was still going I was getting some! I skinned off my briefs, hard and ready. I crawled up his legs.
He was looking more awake now. "Oh," he touched my necklace. "So it is a dream."
I looked at the necklace on his neck and almost burst out laughing. Instead of a our circular yin-yang symbol, there was only the white curve of Yang. Half of the whole.
We spoke at the exact same time; "This is totally Freudian!"
Whatever. I nudged myself up until I was straddling his chest and guided my dick into his face. He opened willingly. I could even feel my precum sticking on his lips in long ropes. Tongue.
I pulled back when he had difficulty then returned. In, out. The urge to close my eyes became secondary to the need to watch my dick sink into my own face.
I hope my subconscious wasn't trying to tell me I was gay. That would be a real hassle.
Mmph. Tongue. I pushed forward, back. Soon, already hot, already...!
I came, and it was so much more intense than I'd ever had in real life. So good, tongue swiping greedily as I fed myself my everything, balls tight, abdomen clenching. So good, so good... so sleepy.
I pulled out and flopped down next to myself. We grinned. Wordlessly we snuggled to to one another.
"Best dream" I said.
"Best dream." I agreed.
And the dream faded away until only sleep remained.
I remembered the dream when I woke up the next morning. Fuckawesome dream. Would love to do it again.
I took off the necklace and looked at it. Obviously a subconscious trigger for my blah blah blah. Yoga-lady said inner conflicts, but to my subconscious it meant blowjobs.
Decisively I put the necklace on again.
Then I frowned, and spit a little. Gross. I picked whatever it was out of my mouth and looked to see what had been stuck in my teeth.
It was a long, wiry pubic hair. Black, just like mine,
[fin]