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Out of a Dream
by:
James Clark
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Chapter 9- Happy Daze
When I woke up the next morning, Wyatt was still asleep, snoring so softly it was barely noticeable. I looked at his beautiful face, covered by a few errant shocks of black hair, such a contrast to his boyish, but pale skin. He's lost the little bit of a tan he develped during the summer, but in my eyes, he's just as handsome as ever. No words could ever describe the radiance issuing from him. Not just beauty, no, but something more, something deeper, his very soul giving comfort to those around him. I can't believe he's here beside me, unharmed except for the bruise on his side. Things could have been so much worse...
Thanking God for fall break, daycare, and the fact that my mom's at work, I get out of the bed slowly and quietly, not wanting to disturb my partner. I smile to myself, thinking that's such an unusual word, partner. He's even more than that; he's my soulmate. After I walk into the kitchen, I look around for something to cook, something romantic, but breakfasty. I decide on pancakes with powdered sugar, topped with Cool Whip and sliced, lightly sugared strawberries. After about twenty minutes of mixing, cooking, and fixing, a nice plate of pancakes are prepared. I love to cook, in case I haven't mentioned it. Its amazing I don't look like a balloon, as much as I eat, but I guess an hour and a half of marching each morning gets rid of some calories. I put the plate on a breakast tray, a really big one that doesn't get used often, big enough for the two of use to put over our laps, as long as our sides touch. I think about getting him OJ, but I decide on two glasses of iced tea.
I come in the room as he starts stretching and sitting up. He looks so cute when he yawns, I can't help but giggle.
"Something smells really good. I forgot that I hadn't had dinner last night", he says with an appreciative smile.
"Strawberry pancakes. Sit up and scoot over, sleepyface."
"Anything for you, love bug", he says. Dear Jesus, what a pitiful pet name. I want to laugh, but I'm not sure if he was serious or not.
"Dig in", I say, after I get in the bed, still naked, mind you, and put the tray across us.
"You don't have to tell me twice."
"So, what do you want to do today? Where does your dad think you are?"
"Well, you might get a little mad at me for this, but I'll tell you anyway. He thinks that me and Heather were going to do it tonight. Heather covered for us, and told him that her parents were going to be out of town, and that she wanted me to come over. He was so happy that his little boy wasn't a fudgepacker that he didn't even realize that he wasn't doing a very good job of parenting. In short, I can stay with you as much as we want this week, as long as its okay with Heather", Wyatt tells me in a conspiratorial tone.
"You sly puppydog! Remind me to give Heather a humongous hug next time I see her. I love her so much!" Suddenly, Wyatt looks a little different.
"No, Wyatt! Not like that! You know by now that I'm about as straight as a circle", I say with a smile.
"Yeah, I know, but I couldn't help it. I guess its because most people aren't like us. When they say they love somebody of the opposite sex, it means more. I'm sorry, though."
"Its okay, don't worry about it. Just don't think like that anymore. You need to know that I love you, and only you now. I couldn't be this way with anyone else", I say, staring at his eyes. Those eyes... those warm, blue, clear eyes that can make me drift away into them, without ever knowing that I'd been lost. I love those eyes. I've been told a million times that I have pretty eyes, that my eyes were absolutely divine, even, but I don't know how my eyes can even compare to the opulent blue contained in his. Wyatt finally says something, snapping me out of my daze.
"Umm... I don't mean to embarass you, but are you ok down there? I mean, it doesn't hurt or anything, does it?"
I look at him with a puzzled expression at first, but then my eyebrows elevate and I say "Oh! Nah, not really. I'm a little sore, but that's just cuz you have a really thick cock. That thing has to be as big around as it is long, Wyatt. I'm sort of jealous, to tell you the truth", I say, my eyes looking slightly downward, avoiding contact with his.
"Yours is just right, any bigger and I couldn't fit it all in my mouth, I'm sure of it."
"Well, we can find out after I go put up this tray", I say, waggling my eyebrows outrageously. As I walk out of the room, I notice that the sheet is tenting out a good bit. Oooo, I love his dick. It gives me shivers down my spine.
When I came back though, he was posed for me on the bed, like a supermodel on his side. I suddenly realized how much lust I held in, and my cock let me know immediately. I realized that he probably could be a model, if he actually tried for it. Man, I'm lucky! I can't help but giggle as he sticks out his toungue at me and crosses his eyes. His face just looks so outrageous like that. I give him a look to let him know how much I want him, and I go over to the bed. As I start to put one knee up on it to hoist myself on, he lets go of the pose and grabs me around the waist and flips me under him. Now my hands are above my head, and his head is at my chest. His hair seems so vividly alive, I just want to run my hands through its clean, fragrant thickness. Wyatt is no girly boy, if a man ever smelled like a man, its him. He's not overly macho, so he's the perfect mix for me.
He moves his way up, till his face and mine are level, and he plants small, light kisses all over my neck, leaving no love marks. Then, he raises his head to look me in the eyes.
"Do you mind if we just lay like this for a while? I feel so safe here, I don't want to move right now", he says, his eyes earnestly imploring me.
"Of course, Wyatt", I whisper, almost breathless at his beauty. We lay like that, me underneath him, him laying on top of me, but under the sheets, and without enough weight to hurt me, just a pleasant pressing warmth. If you've ever been there, done that, then you know exactly how I felt, how good it feels to meld your body against one who loves you. I love him so much, to be separate from him is to feel an unspeakable pain. Those eyes... I still can't get over them;deep glacial blue, darkening in the presence of pain. Mine or his own.
I feel his hot breath against my neck, where he is nuzzling his head against me. He kisses me on the neck, slower this time, longer, wetter kisses. He sucks against my neck, just below the jawline, and below the ear. His nearly hairless body grinds against me now, his organ hardening to an incredible intensity. Then, he snakes his way downward, seeking his prize. My now hard six inch slender organ sticks straight up towards his mouth. He opens his mouth, covering the teeth with his full, but not quite pouty lips. Wyatt lowers his head, completely engulfing my penis. He begins to bob his head up and down on me, and now I'm writhing underneath his hold. I can feel my orgasm building already, and I warn Wyatt.
"Wyatt, man, I'm gonna cum", I tell him. He just keeps right on sucking me until I cry out, groaning and moaning. My seed shootst out of my cock, filling his mouth to the brim. I had never cum that much before, except maybe last night.
"Oh my God", I say, breathing hard. He pulls off of my now softening cock.
"Did you really like it that much?", he asked me with a mischevious smile.
"Oh yeah. I...", I just trail off, not knowing what to say. He brings his face back level with mine, and kisses me, putting his tongue deep into my mouth. I can taste my semen is his spit. Its so wonderful. We pull away from each other, and lay back in the bed.
"James, do you want to go do something? I dunno, like go skating?", Wyatt said.
"Yeah, let's go skateboarding!"
I grab my board, plus my extra (just in case), and we go down to a more secluded and rarely visited part of town. It wasn't really a bad neighborhood or anything, it was just rundown. I handed Wyatt my extra, and we started skating. After I ramped and jumped off of everything I could find, I sat down and watched Wyatt skate around. He had taken his shirt off and tossed it on the step beside where I was sitting. After a while of watching him, I realize yet again how incredibly lucky I am. He's so beautiful that I can't even explain it to you now. I know all this mushy stuff must be getting old, but you just have no idea how much I love this guy. I'll never leave him.
"James... Earth to James... Come in James", Wyatt says, waving a hand in front of my face. I must have zoned out for a minute thinking about him.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, what's up?"
"Just making sure you were okay, you looked a little weird", he says, with a wrinkled forehead.
"Yeah, I'm good. Just keep skating, I'll get back out there in a second", I say. After he skates back away from me, I watch him for a few more minutes. Then, after trying to grind down a sixteen-stair rail, he loses his balance and falls. I run over to him, asking if he's all right.
"Yeah, I'm fine. You can't have really thought I was hurt bad. That wasn't even a bad fall", he says.
"Still, I just don't want to see you get hurt. I can feel it myself when I see you hurt, ya' know what I mean?", I ask. He just nods, and then wraps his arms around me. His sweat feels good against my arms, and he's emitting this really masculine scent, not BO, but masculine. I kiss his neck, and wonder if he's about ready to go home. We've been here for a while, now.
"You about ready to go on home?"
"Yeah, James. I'm getting tired anyways". We start skating back towards my house. On the way a bush rustles, and I see the flash of long cut blonde hair, and a large framed body. But just then, Wyatt pulls me into an embrace, kissing me deeply.
"Hurry up, we need to get home, I don't know how much longer I can wait", he whispers into my ear. I forget all about the bush as we race each other to my house, laughing and goofing around as we go.