This is a work of fiction that takes place in a world of my imagination only. The ages of the characters involved are up to my readers. Any comments, feedback and suggestions are welcome! Please send them to moonlitrain@protonmail.com.
I see a vision of a garden. It is a lush midnight garden full of exotic flowers and tropical richness and the scent of rain that fell an hour before. In my vision, the world is clear and in the sharpest of focus. Each sense is tingling and alive, as if I am directly plugged into the earth around me. There's the soft sound of voices and of movement. I turn my head to look and see two teenage boys wandering through the tropical foliage. They are both lean, slender creatures.
One has bright blond hair, golden glowing and the other dark hair. The blond one's face is pixie and elfin, angular jaw and fine features. The dark one has light coffee skin, almond eyes and the lithe grace of a cat. Both have bodies that are muscled in a lithe and elegant way, flat bellies and smoothly defined pectorals that don't protrude like a body builder's but are sculpted smoothly out of silken flesh.
Both are naked and their erections are at half mast. The blond boy's penis is pink and veined thickly, nearly 8 inches when it is fully stiff. His foreskin is retracting now, revealing his swollen deep pink glans. The darker lad's cock is thick and has a broad flaring head, his foreskin smooth and light coffee coloured and the head dark red and dewed with precum. The blond lad is lubricating copiously as well and that wetness glistens in the bright moonlight.
Now they stand facing each other like mirror images, two boys who glow with lambent beauty. As if linked by invisible chains, each boy reaches out a long-fingered and elegant hand to enfold the other's throbbing erection, thumbs swiping over swollen cockheads to scoop up that wet fluid. Now each boy raises his fingers to the lips of the other and quick, warm tongues swipe out to taste that sweetness.
They move close together, alabaster pale flesh and creamy coffee skin a beautiful contrast, as their full lips meet. The kiss is deep, hungry and eager and now their penises are both extremely, magnificently erect as they run up against each other. Those lithe, firm bodies meet and in motion, they are even more beautiful. Each muscle is smoothly flowing and articulates, fluttering and flexing as the beautiful boys move.
Easily and with fluid grace, the alabaster boy slips to his knees, in front of the almond-eyed boy with his high cheekbones and feral beauty and gently eases his hard cock in between his pink and eager lips. As if born to it, he swallows each torrid inch of that thick, hot penis and dives down until his nose is resting against the flat belly and small nest of curly black hair that rests just above that beautiful, stiff 8 inches of thickness. The café au lait skinned lad shudders and lets out a deep moan of pleasure as he is swallowed.
The golden-hair angel's elfin face is delicate as he cups the twin, cum-filled orbs that hang enticingly below that swollen erect cock and rises up the thick shaft to tongue the fat head and then easily takes that wet cock fully in again, eliciting another yelp of pleasure from his lover. His mouth is like torrid fire as it slips and slides up and down that throbbing length, moving with hunger and ease.
His ministrations elicit more gasps and moans of pleasure, his soft pink lips enfolding that hard thickness, his lover's long fingers snarled in his slightly curly hair as he sinks and enfolds and then rises again. There is a hypnotic beauty to the way he engulfs that hard weight of his young lover's stiff, thick penis. There are subtle motions in the coffee-skinned boy's taut muscles, little quivers and trembles that are a sure sign he grows closer to an orgasmic explosions. The delicate blond boy's motions seem to acknowledge this as he moves faster, now stroking his lover and working on the swollen glans, tonguing it and licking it all around.
Now the approaching orgasm is clearer in the almond-eyed, feral boy's body and face. His full lips hang open and an almost continuous moaning pours from them. The hard muscles of his thighs and belly are tense, standing out rigid as the waves of pleasure rush through him, he begins to thrust his narrow hips in and out and his alabaster-skinned lover allows him to do so, removing his stroking hand. The intensity of the coffee-skinned lad grows more powerful, now driving his cock into his lover's hot mouth until he makes a strangled cry of pleasure and drives in deep. The hard pulsating throb of orgasm, the contractions of the muscle under it and his fully risen balls shows that he is ejaculating with great force inside of his lover's eager mouth.
After bringing his lover to orgasm, the marble pale boy rises to his feet, spun gold hair glinting in sunlight filtered through misty haze. Now it is the turn of the delicate, feral boy with his lithe grace and creamy brown skin to bring pleasure to his lover. He pats the ground beside him and the lanky, lean golden boy glides down onto it, laying on his back. His long, long legs spread wide open as his stiff, towering cock throbs. It is heavy and looks out of place on his lanky teen body with the mountains of his hipbones jutting up and his flat stomach flexing.
Eagerly his café au lait skinned lover slips between those open legs and takes that thick, veined cock in his hand and runs his clever fingers up and down it, scooping up some of the copiously leaking lubrication and savouring it. His eager mouth begins to lap at his lover's round orbs, his beautiful balls. The blond lad lets out a huffing gasp of pleasure as each of his balls is drawn into that wet warm mouth one at a time and gently licked. His flat abs flex and flutter at the sensation.
Now the lithe, cat-like boy with his long body slips upwards and his pink tongue laps up the length of the alabaster pale boy's throbbing, leaking penis. His foreskin is fully retracted and his cockhead is a deep rose. With a small smile, the coffee-skinned lad slides his full lips around that lubricating head and suckles at it, eliciting groans of pleasure from his tall, slim lover who lays on the loamy scented grass.
Now in one easy movement, the curly haired boy with his richly brown skin swallows every inch of that thick cock, dropping down with his throat relaxed to take his golden haired lover to the root, balls cupped in warm hands as he begins to send waves of obviously powerful pleasure rushing through his lover. His motions are smooth, fluid and the wet sounds of his eager mouth add to the intensity of the situation.
Slowly and easily, almost languidly the boy with his curly net of golden hair is slid in and out of his lover's wet mouth. There's something passionately delicate about the way in which he delivers his tender ministrations, the shudders of pleasure that run down the lean body of the pale lad as that desiring mouth surrounds and engulfs him. As the pleasure increases, something begins to change as the slim blond boy begins to move faster, more aggressively and his elegant, feral lover adapts to his suddenly aggression.
The hard thickness of his throbbing cock would be a challenge for most, but the curly haired lad who is working on it seems at ease. He accommodates every inch of that thrusting, throbbing penis that slips deep into his wet throat. Even with the heavy balls of the lean-muscled teen who thrusts into his throat bouncing on his chin, there is no gagging or hesitation.
Now the lanky golden-haired lad is gaining energy, those slim hips pistoning his throbbing cock deep into that hot, wet mouth and throat that enfolds him. He groans, gasps and shudders as his heavy balls begin rising. He takes hold of his lover's head, that creamy coffee skin a contrast with his paleness, pushing so deep inside. His flat abdominal muscles begin to flex and stand out, his breath coming in pants and gasps. His orgasm is so near now.
As he reaches the point of no return, he tugs his lover's full warm lips and wet mouth from himself and spurts heavy, copious ropes of fertile semen across the other boy's face, splattering him with wet seed. The elegant boy turns his pretty face to and fro, allowing himself to be coated in this spurting of pleasure. The raw, fresh smell of the cum mingles with the other wild scents of the garden. It is so earthy and alive, a part of this tropical scene.
I wake to reality and the vision of the garden fades. It was only a dream, a fantastical vision of a world that can't exist. Mundane reality sets in but I can still faintly smell the garden and hold it in my mind as the dream dissolves.