"Tell me why. Tell me why. Tell me why.
The White man said,
It's a cross of changes?
For many years, we took refuge,
Without the chance of heaven we gave up.
There is no god who ever tried
To change the world in this way
And for the ones who abuse his name,
They'll be no chance to escape,
On Judgment Day.
-Enigma (Cross Of Changes)
"Here where you are standing,
Dinosaurs did a dance,
The Indians told a story
Now it has come to pass The Indians had a legend.
Children of the white man
Saw Indians on TV Heard about the legend
How their city was a dream
We live, in the city of dreams.
Underneath the concrete,
The dream is still alive A hundred thousand life-times
The dream will never die."
-David Byrne, Talking Heads (City of Dreams)
Dream Boy By Danny The Witch
Chapter 12. The Dream
For Lyanna
I was on a beach. I was naked. In front of me was a huge bon-fire. The flames shot up into the night. Twenty or thirty feet.
All around me were children of various ages.; Indian children; all males. They were all naked, and they were dancing and chanting. Scores of them, between nine and fourteen years of age. Their chanting was melodic and they were all in harmony.
But their chant was more than a song. It was spiritual. It was a wish, it was a dream.
I don't know how I knew this. I could feel it. I was the only white boy there and yet, I was in the circle, and I was chanting too, and I was accepted, as though I were one of them.
There was only one adult that I saw. An old man. He looked like he was about eighty years old, maybe older. He was in the center of the circle, standing next to the fire, close enough to be burned, and yet he wasn't. He was apparently the medicine man. I could feel the power of his magic, it was like a magnet. It kept all of us boys in orbit around the great fire, around the great prophet, the great magician, the master.
And as I watched, the children became more amorous with one another. Soon a boy orgy was in full force-all the while the great medicine man stood like a stone, his eyes pure will and magic.
As boys of pairing ages began to enjoy each other erotically, I myself, could not escape the hypnotizing stare of the great Indian. Our eyes met, and through his eyes I saw the numerous couples engaging one another in an ancient magical ritual.
I saw young boys, paired with older boys-the younger ones playing the female; the passive role. I saw them become one with each other. And then as the circle became smaller, two more boys became one, and the circle grew smaller. And as I watched through the eyes of the great Indian, I saw the circle become smaller, the boys become fewer, until there was only two left.
A little Indian boy barely nine years old, and an older Indian boy about fourteen. They were both beautiful. Darker skin, but beautiful none the less. They both stood in front of me, as naked as all of the nature which surrounded us. As naked as the great fire burning behind us. The younger one had no body hair, and had an erection of about 4 inches in length comically sticking out in front of him. In spite of that, he showed no shame or embarrasement.
The older teen boy, was just as hairless, although his erection was about five and half inches and just as erect as the younger lad.
They drew my attention away from the Medicine Man and his hypnotic pupils.
The younger one spoke first saying, "Come, become one with us."
And then the older one reached forward and started fondling my now erect penis. The younger one also reached out his hand and between the two of them they manipulated me to full hardness while the old Indian starred on, his face frozen in stony expression-an expression as mysterious as the mysteries he possessed.
I stared at the great Indian looking for a sign, and just when I was beginning to think perhaps he really was a statue of some sort, he broke the illusion of stillness, and he moved. Just a slight nod of his head-
The little one immediately reached up and grabbed the back of my neck with his two little hands, and pulled me down to his level, and upon doing so planted his lips on mine and engaged me into a passionate kiss. He opened his mouth and teased my tongue to come out and to enter his mouth.
The kiss was magical. And the passion of it was equaled only by the great fire burning behind us.
My own hands instinctively reached behind the young boy's head and pulled his face tighter towards my own. And as if in natural reaction, the boy sucked on my tongue inside of his mouth as though he were going to attempt to swallow it. My groins were on fire; my now uncircumcised cock standing out at full hardness.
The young boy guided me down towards the sand, the earth, and in one fluid and amazing natural motion, he sat down and layed down on his back, pulling me down on top of him, and wrapping his smooth slender legs around my midsection as we never broke apart the sacred kiss.
And then the boy broke the kiss and whispered, "I want all of you," and with one hand he grabbed my cock, gently stroking it, and simultaneously lifted his legs up into the air, holding them up above his head with his other hand.
I glanced at the old Indian, and he only slightly nodded.
I spit into my hand, and then used that to jacket my cock with my own saliva.
The boy then grabbed my cock and guided it towards his smooth hole. He whispered, "push," and I did so, and at the same moment, the boy rocked forward a bit and the entire length of my erection went up into the little boy.
He could only hold his balance rocking this far forward for a second, and then his natural center of gravity pulled him all the way back onto his back, and at the same time my cock almost fully exited his little body.
And then he rocked forward again, and my dick fully entered him again.
I let the young lad rock himself, fuck himself with my cock in this way. It felt good. It felt right. The boy had a smile on his face even though his efforts were a bit exorcizing.
While the young Indian boy was rocking himself back and forth butt-fucking himself with my cock. The older Indian boy-who was physically older than me now by several years, came around and straddled the young rocking indian boy, and leaned in to kiss me as well.
The instant out lips met, he forced his tongue inside of my mouth. I sucked on it, like the nine year old sucked on my tongue.
To add dramatic effect-the older boy pulled and pushed his tongue into my mouth as though he were fucking my lips-my mouth with his tongue. The passion of it was hotter than the fire burning behind us. All the while, my cock is going in and out of the younger Indian boy still rock- fucking himself on my dick.
And as I fucked and kissed, me and the younger Indian boy became one. I felt myself become even younger until I was nine years old physically again, and it was only me and the older boy left.
The older boy eased me down onto the sand, onto my back. He straddled my chest and pressed his hard cock up against my lips. His cock seemed huge. Even though he only appeared about fourteen, his cock was about five and a half inches and thick. Amazingly, no public hair at all. But then again, neither did the great Indian show any public hair, the great Indian who was still standing behind us.
"Say I want all of you," he said as I sucked excitedly on his large phallus.
"I want all of you," I said.
The older boy then took his cock out of my mouth, after I got it nice and lubed up, lifted my feet up over my head and motioned for me to grab my ankles and hold them there.
The older boy then pressed his large cock up against my smooth hole and held it there for a moment.
"I want all of you," The great Indian said from behind me.
"I want all of you," I said.
And in response the older boy entered me. Not slow, but not cruelly fast either. He entered me deliberately and steadily pushed his almost six inches all of the way up into me. He then held it there for a moment to let me get used to the pain, a little uncomfortable since he pushed in so deliberately. And then proceeded to fuck me hotter than the fire.
In a couple of minutes the older boy began to fade away, and right at the moment that I felt his ejaculate inside of me, we became one completely.
I stood up, and there was only me and the ancient Indian man.
"You are one of us now," he said shaking slightly from what might have been palsy. Pointing towards my crotch he said, "You are no longer divided."
I shruged my shoulders. It sounded encryptic. Once again he pointed towards my crotch.
I looked down and was quite surprised to see underneath of my male genetilia, the perfect female genetelia as well.
The ancient Indian held out his hand and said, "Come my virgin child and be my wife, so we can become one. I have so much to show you."
And then I watched as the ancient Indian's face cracked apart and fell to pieces as old limestone, and then as though a fracture that lead to a great earthquake, I watched his whole body crumble.
And from within the old shell I saw a new body. The body of a young male, only slightly older than myself.
He took my hand and we flew up into the night sky, and he entered my femininity; taking my virginity, as we zoomed upwards towards the ancent constellations.
"Who are you?" I asked with a slight squeal as I felt his cock break my hyman. `Well- I was a virgin-for about two minutes,' I thought to myself.
"Don't you know?" he said, "I am you. And you are me. And we are both one."
We zoomed upwards, and backwards in time, until the earth was young, and there were not yet any people. We passed by the eons that flew and danced around us like fireflies, bright red and glowing like laser light. We saw the spaceships and the Greys-the mother ships all over the earth, manipulating the terrain-making mountains, and lakes, and rivers and valleys. They appeared to be both working together, obviously this was before the war began-over man.
We zoomed backwards more; going backwards in time farther still. Until there were only the inner planets; Mercury, the Earth, and Venus, and Mars.
Venus; the goddess of love, Aphrodite, the goddess of sex; Lucifer the angel of light. We saw the morning star, run tracers around the solar system - forming the most ancient of symbols. Never a symbol was made that was not made by the hand of man.
The pentagram lit up the night sky. The Pentagram was there before man was born. The pentagram was there before the Earth was hospitable. Before the dinosaurs, there was the pentagram; the planet Venus as it made its way around the sun.
The bright and morning star.
And we went back in time even further still, until there was nothing, except the Indian and myself who were now one-there I was, before mankind, before the Earth, before the stars, there I was, with the Eons, and the Greys, and one other.
"Hi Derrick," The voice said to me.
"Hello, who are you?"
"I'm the one who loves you."
And then, I awoke, and I found myself once more in paradise.
"Wake up sleepy head-Its Christmas Day!!!"
I looked up and I saw the familiar voice of the only heavenly host I had ever had the pleasure of being introduced to.
"Mich--," I croaked, "Did you know that your parents are worried sick over you!?"
End Chapter 12.
[Author: There is more coming very soon. I promise. This was just to wet your lips and get you re-involved with the story- Please email me at darronthewitch@yahoo.com for comments. Thanks again - DTW. P.S. Sorry I took so long to get back to this story.]