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Written By David Spowart
And Edited by my very good friend Jerry Matlock
"Dream Lover...God I hope so"
"Before I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep, If I die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take" I pray.
I have had a shit day...Fuck I have had a shit life so far. My father disowned me, my mother vanished when I was just 18 months old, ran off with the milkman believe it or not.
I am now 19 and in college, no successful relationship; just the occasional hook up with a pretty boy or a closeted jock, but no boyfriend I could call just mine.
My name is Stone, Stone Judd. My father thought if he gave me a tough name, I would grow up to be a hard nut; got that wrong didn't he. I told him I was gay when I was 17yrs old. He never said a thing to me, never hit me never shouted. I came back from school a couple of days later and all my stuff was on the porch with a note stuck to one of the boxes, which read, "You are dead to me" and we have not spoken since, it broke my heart, I didn't know which way to turn at first. I was relieved when my grandmother took me in, my grandmother on my mother's side.
"Grandma Lewis was glad I came to her; a chance to do what her daughter could not, and I was pleased she took me in. Dad shipped out the day after he dumped my stuff, and that was almost 26 months ago.
Okay, the reason for my shit day, simple. I went to bed last night and had a dream; and in this dream, I met a guy, and he was a dream to behold. He was everything a guy could ever want; and, best of all, he was into me.
But dream lovers are just that, a dream; like winning the lottery and then waking up and you are still just as broke.
But this guy has been on my mind all day. I know I bombed my last class. I just stared out of the window, and all speech was white noise. It was ten minutes after the class ended, when the janitor tapped me on the shoulder and asked if I was okay. I was a little stunned when I realized the class was done for the day.
Isaac was his name, and all I can see is him. He was tall, about 6ft, and tight waist, but not skin and bone. He had a nice body, his hair was red and it glowed when the sunlight cascaded off of him. He was perfection.
In my dream, we made love in a pasture. He had just dismounted his black stallion, and pulled me into an embrace as though we had been lovers forever. The sex was absolutely mind blowing, and, for the first time in many years, I came in my sleep. My bed shorts would testify to that.
I walked home, still distracted, and couldn't understand how a dream could hold my attention and have me so off balance.
I walked into the kitchen as Grandma was cooking up a storm. It was just her and me. Grandpa was killed in the first gulf war and she never remarried.
"Hi Honey, oh, why such a grumpy face?" she said, as I sat down, dropping my bag under the table.
"Grandma, to be honest, I don't have a clue" I started.
"Oh, a mystery, come on, tell me" she said, sitting opposite me.
I explained about the dream, leaving out certain parts. Not to shame myself, but some things a boy does not tell his grandparent.
"It's just a dream, honey. Go to bed and have another one and you will forget about that one" she snickers, rubbing the top of my head. Fuck sake, I am 19, heading towards 20; I have gone through puberty, very well I may add. Stop treating me like a 12yr old, please, I say to myself... I am not that stupid to actually say it to her.
She sat looking stoic. She had an expression on her face that begged a question. "What are you thinking" I asked, at the still puzzled face.
"Describe this person to me" she said, and I did just that. I also told her that I have never met Isaac, and he has been in my dreams a couple of times, and he has me... well... distracted.
"Sweetheart, perhaps he's trying to find you" she says in a low, but mellow, tone. I just started laughing, but her face was still expressionless.
"Come on, Gran, you cannot be serious" I blurt out.
"Your mother had the gift, as did your grandfather" she adds
"Gift...what gift?" I ask now with the puzzled expression.
"Second sight, your mother could see things before they happened, or at least hazard a guess anyway; and she was right more often than not, I may add" she added.
"Your Grandfather knew when it was going to rain and for how long. He knew when I lost my favourite necklace, and where to find it; but, your mother, she knew things that baffled even your grandfather" she added, looking like she had just given me a strange fact about my family, and well...she had.
"So, you really think that Isaac is real and trying to find me?" I ask, still a little sceptical, but how else can you explain the dreams being so vivid and real.
"Sweetheart, I am not saying that; but keep an open mind. Remember, we have dreams that we forget as soon as we wake: but this one has you distracted. Ever tried to ask why?" she goes on.
"Gran... I...I am just ...I am just so confused about all of this. If he exists at all, I hope he finds me, or I him; and if I do, will he even know who I am?" I say, and just sink into the chair.
"Sweetheart, if what you say is true, you will see him again; and, if he is what you think he is...you know, your soul mate... he will know you" she adds, and again rubs the top of my head...shit, Gran, I am not a kid, I say to myself, screaming at her child slapping touch.
I soon kiss her good night and head up for bed. I lay for a while, reading a book, and soon my eyes begin to get heavy and I am gone.
"Stone...Stone" I hear a voice, and raise my head.
I am once again in the meadow, and I could see Isaac riding slowly towards me. He dismounts, smiling at me, and I stand up and walk over to him.
"Hi Isaac, you look..." he cuts me off with the softest and most gentle kiss I have had the pleasure of experiencing.
"Hello, Stone...miss me?" he asks, and the smile on my face delivered my answer.
"Are you real?" I blurt out.
"What do you mean?" he asks.
"I mean, I know I am in bed, and I know I have never, while awake, been to this place" I add.
"What do you mean, in bed? You are in my dream" he replies.
"No, you are in mine. You have me so distracted, and, well, you have me lost" I add.
"See? You have answered my reply" he said, again kissing me softly.
"How?" I enquire.
"If it was your dream, you would have forgotten it when you awakened" he replies, again softly kissing my lips.
"But, how? Shit, this is more confusing than the talk I had with my Grandmother" I reply, removing myself from Isaac, as a low mist rose from the meadow.
"I mean, how, even if possible, could I get into your dreams? I mean, we have never met" I reply.
"Not yet" he responds.
"Do you remember me when you wake?" I ask.
"No, not really. I mean, I wake, and I know there is something I need to remember; but it fades, and I just dismiss it" he replies.
"Where do you come from?" I ask.
"Boise, Idaho" he responds.
"Newhaven, Missouri" I reply.
"But, I attend M.I.T in the fall" I add.
"Boston...Hmmmmm" he responds with a smirk.
"What?" I ask, and before he responds, I wake to the sound of breaking glass coming from the bathroom.
I jump up, luckily wearing my bed shorts, and go see what the problem is. I walked along the passageway and could hear my Grandmother cursing up a storm after she had dropped her drinking glass.
"Gran, you okay?" I ask, as I knock on the bathroom door.
"Yes, sweetheart, did I wake you?" she asks.
"Yeah, but it's okay; you know me, I will just hit the pillow and drop off" I reply, as I open the door with her permission.
"Oh Gran, stand up, I'll get that" I say, as she was on her knees, picking up broken glass with her hands.
"Oh don't fuss, I am not an old maid, just yet" she replies.
After about ten minutes, I had the bathroom cleaned and safe from broken glass. Gran had gone to the kitchen to dispose of the debris and make some hot chocolate. A few minutes later, we were sitting opposite each other again.
"What is it, dear?" she asks.
"I had another dream and he was in it, again, gran; but he said something that has me even more confused than I was" I reply.
"He said I was in his dream, not he in mine" I add.
"Oh, I see...answer me this; did you ask him if he remembers anything after he wakes?" she asks, and I tell her he does not.
"It's possible" she shocks me.
"Look, darling, if you remember it, it's possible you are appearing in his dream. Don't ask me how. Your Grandfather tried explaining once, and he gave me a headache" she smiled.
"I told him that I am attending M.I.T in the fall, but then a loud noise woke me" I snicker.
"Sorry, darling, perhaps you may see him again, tonight" she adds.
"But I am heading back up to bed; this old dear needs her 8 hours" she adds, and again ruffles my hair. I am going to have to talk to her about this.
I also went back to bed, but did not dream of Isaac. I woke up to the smell of bacon and coffee and Gran singing, or murdering, a Rihanna song. Sorry, but she's 61 and singing S&M ... That should be illegal.
I ate breakfast and went to attend some of my final classes at community college before as I stated head off to Boston and M.I.T.
I worked with a little distraction but managed, I knew I would somehow see Isaac again, whether it be awake or asleep I will see him again I knew it.
Over the next few weeks, I had varied dreams, and not all with Isaac. I wanted him in all of them, but it never happened. We made love in the same meadow, and he rode the same horse. I have no idea if the horse was a symbol of some sort, or just that he loved horses.
I tried to learn as much as possible about Isaac, but no point in telling him, as he would forget about it as soon as he woke.
I planned to track him down; but when I ask him where he is from, either he wakes, or I do. I have learned that this connection, as it was, had limitations. My mind, or his, put roadblocks in the way; perhaps keeping the waking world separate from the dream world. Too fucking complicated for me, so I am just going with it.
My Gran, getting concerned a little, now, as I have taken to doing my own laundry before she gets out of bed, for obvious reasons. Christ, I have not shot so much cum since I was 15 and jacking my rod for America. If jacking off was an Olympic event, I would have, no pun intended, come in first.
"Looking forward to going?" Anna asked, as we ate our lunch, sitting on the grass. I, at that point, still had visions of Isaac and seeing him everywhere.
"Sorry, what?" I asked, recovering well.
"Boston; are you looking forward to it?" she repeated, referring to my destination in just over a week. I had found a place with a student body, reasonable; and, with the late scholarship, I should be okay. Work would have to be found, but that will just have to wait until I get to M.I.T.
I finished my final class just after 4pm and headed home. I was still distracted by my dream lover, and I had to find out where he was going to school. I knew he was in college, but not which one. His accent said Idaho, but his body said California.
The morning I left was the hardest I had ever had; seeing my Grandmother crying, standing on her porch, waving me off, almost broke my heart. This woman had been there for me, while others were not.
The trip to Boston was not one bit interesting. I just lay in my chair and dreamed of Isaac, and how I would go about finding him. Fuck, I hope he is real. If not, I will be looking for a good therapist.
I arrived at my accommodation, and found it, cozy. Luke and Brent were sophomores, and as I am joining early, I was a freshman. I had the smallest of the three rooms, but it suited me just fine. The guys were cool. I told them I was gay, and they didn't care; they were modern day hippies and believed in live and let live.
After six weeks on campus and various dreams with Isaac, I realised he was probably not in Boston; but the words that reverberated around my head was from one of our first conversations.
"We have not even met" I remembered, "Not yet!!" he replied.
But, in week 7 of my campus life, I had the dream of dreams. I was sitting under a tree when Isaac sat next to me and asked "So, how's Boston?" and I smiled and kissed his cheek.
"It's all good. I will not ask you where you go to school, as we know if I do, you will wake, or I will; and I want to spend as much time with you as possible" I respond.
"We need to find something that will help me remember, even if it's just a little, you know, an urge, a yearning to be somewhere, to do something" Isaac said, looking a little down.
"We need to meet" I reply.
"Yeah, I know that; but I know you are in Boston, and I am in" he vanished, he awoke.
"Fuck, shit, so close" I say, but then realized something very important; he woke up...he woke up. So, why am I still in a dream of someone who has woken up?" I ponder, just before I, myself, woke to the sound of my alarm.
I talk to Brent over coffee, not telling all, but just enough to peak his interest. "So, what is his name?" he asks. "Isaac" I reply.
"Yeah, but Isaac what?" he asks.
"Oh, Isaac Lawton, Idaho" I reply.
"I know it's stupid, but have you tried social media?" he asks.
"I do not use them" I reply.
"Yeah, I know that, but does he?" he replies with a small smirk.
Shit, why hadn't I thought of that; Twitter, Facebook, they are all there. I, over the next several hours, checked out the various sites and found over 200 Isaac's with the same surname; but none was my Isaac.
"I've checked the student directory and found three with the information you gave me, age, location, and only one from Idaho. Stone, there are 2 Isaac Lawton's here in M.I.T" he shocked me. The campus was huge, and then I thought of something that might just help. I have been looking for a guy who was a certain height and hair color. What if, in his dream, he is projecting a persona that makes him happy.
He once told me that I may not look like how you see me, but you will know me. I was a little more optimistic about my search. How can I love someone that I have yet to meet, physically.
I went looking. I found the first one and knew right off it was not him; the girl trying to take his tonsils out with her tongue cleared that one up very quickly.
The second, though, was more elusive. I could not find him, anywhere. He was not on campus, and boarded with a family a few miles away.
I tried again to get more information from Isaac that night, and he came up with an idea. He liked horses, he liked wide open spaces and he suggested places to look. He also reminded me that he might not recognize me; but I was already prepared for that.
Over the next few days, I looked in various locations, but no joy. I looked at riding schools, but came up blank. I checked to find out what classes he would be taking, and so on.
I was beginning to despair. I had almost exhausted all avenues of my capabilities, but I still thought he would somehow appear; or was I just being naïve.
A couple of days went by and I was just sitting on a park bench, reading a book on the campus grounds when I saw a few horses and riders in the distance. I saw the familiar silhouette of a guy; and he trotted his horse in my direction. His hair was black, and I mean jet black. He looked familiar, but it was not the Isaac I had dreamed of but I knew it was him. His face was different, but the way he carried himself was all Isaac.,
He slowed as he approached me. He slowed down and looked at me and smiled. Shit, did he recognise me, or was my zipper down?
"Do I know you" he asks, patting the neck of his horse.
"Isaac?" I ask, hoping.
"Yes, that's my name. I am sorry, but I do not recognize you. We do know each other, yes?" he asks.
"Sort of" I reply, with a giddy as a school boy snicker, bubbling just below the surface.
"Your face, it is so familiar" Isaac replied.
Isaac dismounts his horse like I had seen him do so many times. It shot straight to my groin and my soul.
"I do know you, but I do not know from where" he adds.
"It's a long story, and I do not know how to explain without sounding like a crackpot" I add.
"The beginning is always a good start" he smiled and walked toward the bench I was sitting on. Tethering his horse to the back rest, he takes a seat next to me.
I move over closer next him, as, right now, I couldn't help myself. I placed my hand on his cheek and he flinched just a little.
I leaned in and softly, like he had done to me so many times in the dream, kissed him gently. He did not pull away. He sank into the kiss, not pausing for breath. Isaac was giving as good as he got, like in our dreams.
"Wow, that was... well, that was" he struggled to get out. I leaned back into him, and he placed his hand on the back of my neck, pulling me into another soft and gentle kiss. He opened his eyes and looked deep into mine. He looked like he was reading my soul.
"Stone, your name is Stone" he whispered. "How do I know that?" he asks.
"As I said, it's a long, complicated story, but I have been looking for you for a while now" I reply.
"I found you" I whisper back.
"My dreams, shit, you were in my dream" He adds, all of it coming back.
"Fuck, Stone" he wrapped his arm around me, "You found me, you fucking found me" he proclaims, kissing me hard and with passion.
"I love you, Isaac; I needed to find you" I add, as he kisses me again and again.
"I don't believe what I am going to say, as this makes no rational sense to me; yet I know it is true. Stone, I love you. I don't know how I know, but I am in love with you; my subconscious is telling me that this is right" he babbles on, and I cut him off with my tongue in his open mouth.
"What do we do now, will we still dream of each other?" he asks.
"I don't know, but right now, Isaac, I need you. I need to be in you, I need you to be in me. The sex in our dreams was mind blowing and very real; but, right now, I want real" I add, kissing him again.
"I know the very place" he replies.
He mounts his horse and helps me up. We ride for about twenty minutes and come out of a grove of trees into an open meadow, our meadow. It is beautiful; it is how we dreamed it. He climbed off and he helped me down. He let the horse roam free to eat the meadow grass.
"Come on, follow me" he said, as he took my hand.
We came to a hidden little place and he pulled me into his arms. He slid his hand inside my shirt and squeezed my nipples, and that drew a moan from my lips. I returned the same action, and soon had my hand inside his wranglers and was massaging his very well endowed length. He moaned at my actions.
"Stone, Fuck!!!!" he moaned again at my actions. I dropped to my knees and tugged down his jeans, and, not wasting any time, took his length between my lips and savoured the taste of Isaac.
"Fuck, STONE!!!!!!!" He moaned very loudly.
"You like?" I ask, with a smirky grin plastered on my face.
"Oh yeah, take your time" he added.
"Just making sure this was not a dream" I reply
"Oh, Stone, trust me, this is not a dream" he replies.
I again take him back into my mouth. The taste of Isaac had me almost orgasmic. The texture of his length had me panting and needing more. The dreams do not compare to this; his face was different, but his personality was all Isaac. His cock was as I knew it; the size, the girth, the feel of him.
He pulled me up and looked at me and smiled, "I know you, I really do, but how?" he looked a little puzzled.
"Fate, destiny, I was looking for and found you in my dreams. I found you in your dreams, and since it was your dream, you would forget me as soon as you woke; so it was up to me to find you" I replied.
"Now, do you want to continue talking, or are you going to make my dream come true and make love to me, like you did in our dreams" I say, as I pull him down on top of me. I was groping his flesh as he tugged at my trousers and lifted up my shirt like an eager teenager.
"Oh, Stone, you have no idea" he snickers, as he himself takes my length into his throat. A feeling of pure electricity powered through my soul as his tongue curls around the head of my cock, lapping all of the precum that was covering me.
"You taste...Wow you taste" he moans, as he again swallows my length. He then begins to rub my hole with his thumb as he continues to work my steel solid cock in his mouth. HHHhhe pulled off of my length and pushed my knees to my chest, so he could attack what his tongue desired.
He licked at my pucker and darted his tongue into my hole like a small cock, and just as hard and with as much desire.
"Ohhhh Fuck!!!!! Isaac!!!!!!!!" I moaned out, as he was lapping at the walls of my ass.
"PLEASE!!!!!!!!!" I begged. I have had sex with so many men over the past few years; but all were assholes, just wanting to get off, and just used me. Isaac was different. He was attentive, he cared what I wanted and needed, he was a dream to behold, and when he eventually entered me, he did it with care; and fuck!!!!!!! The pleasure bomb that exploded inside of me could never be matched in a dream or fantasy; pure reality was what was needed, and FUCK!!!!!! He was hitting the spot with every thrust, push and pull.
"ISAAC!!!!!!!!" I screamed, as he indeed fucked the cum out of me; the most powerful orgasmic smack I had ever experienced.
"STONE!!!!!!!!" he screamed out as he shot a powerful load deep inside of me, truly marking me as his. This, for me, and I knew for Isaac, was surely a dream come true...
"You are mine for life" he said, whispering a heavy breath into my ear, as he collapsed on top of me, exhausted from the fuck of all fucks.
"That's the plan. I did not find you for you to leave me; so, yeah, I am yours, as you are mine" I replied.
"Love you" he said, kissing my chest, as he rested his head.
"Love you more" I replied
"Impossible" he replied.
The End
Hope you liked another one of my short stories, as you well know I sometimes come back and add to them at a later date, like I did with Unexpected and lately with, It started with a kiss. So please comment at davidspowart3@hotmail.com or Tweet @DavidSpowart
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