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Dream Lover Part 2
As I was finishing up my nightly ablutions, I kept thinking about the dream I had the other night. The intensity of the dream nearly had a physical effect on me. I was overcome with an almost surreal feeling as I remembered how Ben's body felt beneath my hands. I was almost afraid to go asleep, so as to avoid a reoccurrence of the dream. But, I knew that was even less probable than the dream becoming real.
With a sigh, I went downstairs and lay down on my bedroll. As has become a habit for me, I put my headphones on and started m favorite Evanescence cd. Immediately, I felt my eyelids grow heavy, as sleep reached out to embrace me.
I was sitting at my computer, trying to take my mind off the fact that Ben had been under the knife and had his appendix removed. A routine, in-and-out procedure, I know, but I was worried none the less. About that time, I heard him calling out. As no one else was home, I went upstairs to see what he wanted. He was leaning against the door frame, by his room. When he looked up at me I could tell he was in an immense amount of pain.
"What's up, bubba?" I asked him.
"I haven't bathed in two days because of my surgery and I'm starting to smell pretty ripe. Can you help me out?"
I looked at him with concern and said, "Sure. What do you need me to do?"
He started walking to the bathroom and said, "I can't wash myself, so I'm going to need you to do it for me."
"Are you sure?" I asked him. At this, he lifted his shirt up about halfway then cried out in pain. I rushed forward and caught him as he started to fall. "Ok," I said. "Let's get your clothes off."
I carefully undressed him, trying to keep my thoughts away from the fact that I was laying bare the body I have wanted for years. When Ben was naked, I turned on the shower and helped him into the tub. I grabbed the body soap and one of those poofy sponge things and started to wash his body.
The first thing I did was wash his arms, and then I soaped up his chest, which made his little nipples get hard, (which I tried to ignore.) I had Ben turn around so I could wash his back. I purposely avoided his delicious bubble-butt.
After kneeling down I started to scrub down his legs, almost getting distracted at the way his soft leg hair flowed with the water running down his legs. It was at this time that I noticed that his cock was twitching and starting to lengthen.
Ben looked at me and said, "You know you are going to need to wash this to." He then pushes his crotch forward so that his fully engorged hard-on was less than an inch from my nose.
Trying my best, and failing miserably, to ignore the wondrous aroma and the bead of pre-cum on the tip, I dutifully started to wash his cock, and then moved down to bathe his rather large balls. At the first touch of my soapy hand, Ben moaned and thrust his crotch forward.
I admittedly took longer than was required to "wash" his man-tackle, but after a few minutes he grabbed my other hand and placed it on his ass, saying, "I think you missed a spot." Not being one to pass up this kind of opportunity, I began "washing, (more like messaging,) his beautiful ass cheeks. I steadily worked my hand deeper into his ass-canyon, while still stroking his throbbing cock and juggling his enormous balls.
When my hand touched his hole, I thought he was about to cum, the way his body stiffened up.
"Do you want me to stop?" I asked him, knowing he was WAY too far gone to say yes.
"N-N-NOOO," he stuttered/moaned.
Taking this as a good sign, I applied more pressure to his wonderful opening and my middle finger slid in, causing Ben to gasp then moan loudly. I moved Ben forward until he was under the water spray to rinse off the suds. I then added more soap to one hand and reached in between his legs to insert one finger, at what was probably and agonizingly slow pace to Ben. I worked my finger in and out of his hot, moist hole, all the while watching the lustful expressions cross Ben's face, then slowly added a second finger. Ben, at this point, started to push back on my hand.
After a few minutes, I took hold of his cock, which was leaking a cupful of pre-cum, and licked all around the purple head. Ben put a hand on the back of my head and pulled me all the way down onto his cock. I almost gagged before my throat relaxed and Ben's invader was allowed to plunge onward.
During all this, I, anticipating Ben's needs, was clumsily, with one hand, taking my shorts and underwear off, having removed my shirt prior to all this to keep it from getting wet.)
Ben's thrusts back onto my fingers took on a more urgent pace. It was then that my fingers found his little pleasure nub, and attacked it with relish, causing Ben to yell out in pleasure.
I pulled off my snack and said, "It's a good thing no one else is here."
"Shut up!" Ben growled, slamming his cock back into my mouth and started a furious pace that I was hard...pressed to keep up with. A few minutes later, Ben let out a savage scream that to originate from the depths of his primal soul and started shooting load after load of his man-cream down my throat. I pulled back so that just the head was in my mouth so I could taste his creamy goodness. I felt his tight asshole clench around my questing fingers, as the last throes of his passion wracked his trembling body.
Thinking he might be done, I stood up and started to take my fingers out of his tight, hot love chute, causing Ben's hand to shoot back and grab my hand in a fierce grip. I looked into his beautiful almond shaped brown eyes and saw something there I had never seen before... a pure, unadulterated, animalistic lust.
I froze and Ben growled, "If you remove them, you had Better replace them with something else.
Knowing that, at this point, there was no backing down, I stepped into the bathtub and planted a deep, soul-sucking kiss on his full, red lips, which he returned with a fever that would have melted the polar icecaps and flooded the world
I broke off the kiss and searched his face for...something I couldn't describe. Then, with my own animal instincts taking over, I grabbed Ben and roughly turned him around and pushed him against the wall, Water from the showerhead cascading over us both.
I pressed my body against his. Ben's skin was radiating a heat, until now, unknown to mankind. My own cock seemed to move of its own accord, finding his welcoming opening. I sunk the whole of my shaft into his blessed heat until my hairless crotch seemed to melt with the flesh of his trembling ass. I held this position, savoring the sensations, until primal urges I had never before encountered won me over.
I leaned in and, with my teeth, latched onto Ben's neck, where it met his shoulder and started to thrust my cock in and out at an ever increasing pace. I then reach around savagely grabbing his little nipples and started twisting them, bringing a course moan out of Ben's throat. I felt him shift and realized he had wrapped a hand around his own cock, stroking it for all he was worth.
Fearing that neither of us would last very long at this rate, I slowly picked up the pace. Soon, I was slamming my throbbing tool into his ass with a brutality that bordered on savagery.
As our climax swiftly crept closer, I was biting and nibbling all over Ben's neck, shoulders and upper arms, not realizing that, in some places, I was drawing blood.
The harder I slammed my cock in and out; the harder I twisted his nipples, the more he moaned with obvious delight and pleasure. When the tsunami of sensation finally hit us, it was all I could do to keep standing upright, much less hold Ben's beautiful spasming body as he shot his essence all over the shower wall and I shot mine into his hot, twitching and well used ass. I caught a couple shots in my hand and put the rich creamy sauce in his gasping mouth. It appeared that our orgasms would last an eternity as wave after wave of pent up sexual energy ripped its way through our bodies.
When it was over, I slowly came to my senses and saw all the bite and blood on his neck and shoulders. Horrified, I cleaned him up and took care of the wounds, dried us both off, got dressed and led him to his room. I sat down next to him and just stared at the floor for a while.
Finally looking up at him, I said, "So...where does this leave us?" He looked at me in a confused way. I sighed and said, "Was this a onetime thing? Are we fuck buddies or....something else?"
Ben looked away from me for a minute, then turned and straddled my lap, saying, "If sex with you is going to be like that all the time, or even some of the time, for that matter, I will gladly be your boyfriend." With that said, he gently, yet passionately kissed me, pushing me back onto his bed where we fell asleep in each others arms.
I woke up on my bedroll, realizing, once again, that it was just a dream. I stumbled up to the bathroom to clean up and then got dressed. I left the house and headed to my "secret spot" where I sometimes go to think... this time to cry.