This story includes homosexual content. If it is illegal for you to read such material or if such material offends you, read no further.
The characters and events in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
A Dream Come True
by Mark Writer
"This is the last one, Jim," Matt said handing me a beer. "The fidge is empty."
Matt and I, like every Saturday night since starting college, had been bar hopping. After having several drinks at our favorite bars (and me pretty buzzed), Matt invited me home for a few beers. His roommates had gone out, so Matt and I got to share all five beers in the refrigerator.
"Guess it's about time to call it a night then," I said getting up from the couch and heading toward the bathroom.
"Sure, Jim, when the beer runs out, it's time to leave," Matt said.
"No, Matt, it's late, and I'm buzzed. I better head home after this beer," I slurred. "But first I need to drain some to make room for the last one," I laughed as I staggered and bumped into an end table.
Matt helped steady me and aimed me down the hallway toward the bathroom. I felt the room spin as I stood at the toilet draining my bladder. When I finished, I splashed cold water on my face.
"I feel better now," I told Matt as I picked up my beer. "One for the road and then I'll go home and sleep it off."
"I don't think you should try to walk back to your apartment. Why don't you crash here tonight?"
"I'm OK," I said and gulped a swig of beer. The room spun again, and I missed the couch when I tried to set down.
"Uh huh, you're OK," Matt laughed and helped me onto the couch.
"I can still out drink you any night, Matt Linder."
"Sure you can, Jim Calvert."
"I can! I downed two for every one you had tonight."
The door opened and Matt's cousin, Brad, strolled in, a shapely blonde babe clinging to him. Carl, Matt's other roommate, followed them through the door, his arm around another beauty.
"Hi, guys," Matt greeted them. "I talked Jim into crashing here tonight. He's a little unsteady."
"OK, good to see ya, Jim," Brad said and then introduced the girls. "This is Lisa and uh..."
"Tonya," The girl with Carl said.
"Tonya, yeah," Matt said with a grin. "They're spending the night, too."
Lisa hugged Brad, kissed his neck and whispered in his ear as her hand explored his crotch.
"Well, see ya, guys," Brad said with a wink. "I think the girls are anxious to get to bed,"
"I think you're definitely right," Matt said as the couples left the room.
"Looks like they got lucky tonight," I said as we finished our beers.
"Brad and Carl usually do," Matt said. "They bring home different girls just about every weekend."
I was sure they did. They were two gorgeous hunks. I for sure wouldn't turn them down. My eyes undressed their well-toned bodies every time I saw them.
I had known I was gay since junior high school. But, I kept it to myself. I was afraid to let anyone know. Matt didn't even know, and I had secretly been in love with him since the eighth grade.
We had been friends since kindergarten. But, I developed a big crush on Matt in the eighth grade (must be when my hormones really kicked in), and I would pop a boner whenever I was around him. I not only liked Matt, I loved him and everything about him: his dark hair, sparkling eyes, cute smile, everything.
Like most horny, thirteen-year-old friends, Matt and I discussed sex a lot and were proud of our developing bodies. We would often compare penis size and pubic hair growth. Soon we were jacking off together, and by the end of our eighth grade year, we started jacking off each other. I loved doing stuff with Matt. I loved Matt.
I thought about Matt constantly and other things I wanted to do with him. Many nights I would lay in bed, stroking myself to orgasm while thinking about Matt's stiff, four-inch tool and how I'd love to suck it and taste his sweet cream. But, I was afraid if I suggested anything like that, he would call me a fag and tell me to stay away from him.
Then, when we were sixteen, my hopes were shattered. Matt began to date a girl, Debbie Wills, a cheerleader. Matt and I remained best friends and jack off buddies, but I realized there was no chance of Matt becoming my boyfriend. He was dating a girl. He was straight.
"I'm about ready to turn in, Jim," Matt yawned. "How about you?"
"OK, I'll just stretch out here on the couch," I answered.
"No you won't," Matt said, grabbing my hand and pulling me from the couch. "You can sleep in my room."
I staggered and nearly fell down as we headed down the hall.
"You're still not too steady. I'll bet a shower would help you. Come on, I could use one, too."
He helped me into the bathroom, turned on the shower and adjusted the water temperature. "I'll keep the water cool to help sober you," Matt said.
I watched him pull his t-shirt over his head. As he revealed his smooth, toned chest, my dick began to grow.
Matt dropped his shirt on the floor and asked, "You need some help gettin' undressed?"
"Uh, no. You takin' a shower with me?"
"Is that OK? Wouldn't be the first time. We took showers together at school after PE and practice. I don't want you to fall in the shower or anything."
"Yeah, no problem," I laughed and unbuttoned my shirt.
Matt slipped off his cargo shorts, and my dick stiffened when I saw he wasn't wearing underwear. I tried not to stare as I finished undressing. But, when I pulled my jeans off my foot, I couldn't help eyeballing the thick, five-inch cock dangling between Matt's firm thighs, and I lost my balance and toppled to the floor.
"Damn it," I grumbled.
"Thought you didn't need any help, Big Guy," Matt laughed. He tugged my jeans off my feet and helped me up. Then he stuck his fingers in the waist of my boxers and slid them down my legs, freeing my fully erect cock.
"Wow, Jim!" Matt exclaimed, staring at my firm seven inches. "Big Guy's right. I see at least part of you is sober and wide-awake. Now, let's get you in the shower and sober the rest of you."
Matt held my arm as I stepped into the shower. The cold water sent shivers through my body. I took a step back in the tub and shrieked, "God damn! Matt, what the hell are you trying to do freeze me to death?"
Matt stepped in behind me, held me around the waist and pushed me forward. "Just give it a minute to sober you up," he said.
"I'm sober now! Damn it!" I yelled and managed to reach the knob and turn off the water.
Matt laughed, "See, Jim, it worked. Now, I'll set it for warm and we can take a normal shower."
Matt leaned forward and reached around me to adjust the water. As he twisted the shower knobs, his warm, smooth skin rubbed against my back and his cock slapped against my thigh sending tingles throughout my body.
"How's that feel?" Matt asked after adjusting the knobs.
"Oh, it feels wonderful," I moaned.
Matt smiled and started to stand up but lost his balance and slipped. I tried to catch him, but his wet body slipped through my hands. I stumbled and collapsed on top of his smooth, firm body and gazed into his cute, smiling face. Matt giggled and wrapped his arms around me.
"I hope you're not mad at me about the cold shower," he said. "I just wanted to help you."
"I'm not mad at you. I know you did, Matt."
Matt's soft hands massaged my back as he said, "Jim, I want to tell you something. Something I should have told you a long time ago." He sighed deeply and hugged me, "Jim... I... I love you. I have for a long time."
Tears welled in my eyes. "Oh, Matt, I love you, too. I had no idea you felt that way about me. I thought you were straight. If only I had known." I kissed his forehead. "I really mean it. Matt, I love you."
Matt kissed my lips and blurted, "I'm so glad to hear that! I was afraid to let anyone at school know I'm gay. I was even afraid to tell you. I was afraid of how you'd react."
"I know, Matt, me too. I've almost always known I was gay, and I've been in love with you for years. I just didn't know how to tell you."
I pressed my mouth to his, our lips parted and our tongues met in a hot, passionate kiss that I hoped would never end.
Then the bathroom door opened. "Anyone in here?" a voice asked.
I quickly sat up and looked at Matt nervously. He yelled, "Yeah, Carl, I'm in the shower. I'll be done in a minute."
"Sorry, Matt, but I can't wait," Carl said, and we heard him rush into the bathroom.
Matt and I stood up. I turned off the water. Matt reached around the shower curtain, grabbed a towel and handed it to me. He wrapped one around his waist and stepped out of the shower.
"Sorry, Matt, but I always have to piss really bad right after I cum," Carl explained. "I just can't help it."
I tied a towel around my waist, slid the shower curtain open, and saw Carl, standing naked in front of the toilet. He anxiously yanked a condom off his semi-hard cock and breathed a sigh as a heavy stream of pee sprayed into the toilet bowl. After relieving his bladder, Carl discarded the used condom, shook, and flushed. Then he looked up and noticed me. He glanced back and forth from me to Matt and grinned slyly.
"Hey, sorry to interrupt your fun guys, but when you gotta go..."
Matt and I looked at each other and blushed.
He smiled and winked at Matt, "You know it'd be more private in your room. Anyway, have fun guys. I plan to. Tonya just can't seem to get enough of this," he said grabbing his cock. "I'd better get back. She'll be wantin' some more."
Matt helped me out of the shower and said, "This way to my bedroom, boyfriend. Like Carl said, it's more private there."
I followed Matt across the hall to his room. Once inside, he wrapped his arm around me and guided me to his bed. He pushed me onto the bed, climbed on top of me and kissed me passionately.
"This is a dream come true," he said. "Jim, you don't know how many times I've dreamed about having you in my bed like this."
"Really?" I smiled. "What were we doing in your dreams?"
"I'm not going to tell you. Now that I have you here, I plan to do all the things I've dreamed about."
"Mmmm, that sounds good. Then I get to do my fantasies?"
"No, Jim, just me," Matt laughed and kissed me. "Hmmmm. On second thought, I guess that would be fair."
Matt wasted no time. He trailed his tongue down my chin and kissed my throat and neck. He licked my ear and whispered, "Now, boyfriend, just lay back and enjoy."
He lifted my right arm above my head and pressed his face into my armpit. I shivered as I felt his warm, moist tongue slowly lick from the bottom to the top. His lips nibbled and pulled at its soft hairs, causing me to squirm and moan. Then I giggled when his fluttering tongue tickled its delicate skin.
Matt smiled at me as he slid to my side and stretched across my chest to kiss and nibble my right nipple. He flicked it with his tongue, and the erotic feeling amazed me. Then he moved to my left nipple and did the same.
"Awww. That feels awesome," I moaned.
Matt ignored my comment and fluttered his tongue down my abdomen, pausing to probe my navel, causing me to moan in pleasure again. He avoided my thick, throbbing shaft and kissed my public bush.
I eagerly spread my legs as Matt slid between them. He looked up at me wickedly then lowered his head and gently licked the inside of each thigh. I felt his nose nudge the side of my ball sac and then his warm tongue lick the crease between it and my thigh. His tongue trailed across my ball sac and licked the crease on the other side. By then, Matt's playful teasing had made my cock so hard and stiff it ached and leaked precum.
"Oh, Matt!" I whined. "My cock's so hard it hurts."
Matt raised his head and gazed lovingly at my stiff dick. He pushed it to one side and licked up the precum pooled in my navel. He then lifted my hard rod and licked around its pulsing head, sending shivers through my groin. His warm, soft tongue felt so fantastic I nearly came.
Matt must have realized how close I was, because he stopped licking my cock and slid between my legs. I felt his moist tongue lift my balls and lovingly lick from my ball sac to the head of my cock. It then flicked across my piss slit and trailed down the side of my cock and back up. Matt paused and smiled at me, then opened his mouth and engulfed my cock.
"Yeah, Matt! Suck my cock," I pleaded.
He bobbed up and down, each time taking more of my seven inches into his mouth and flicking his tongue across its sensitive underside. I was in ecstasy. It was the most fantastic feeling I had ever experienced. Then I felt the head of my cock slip into Matt's throat, and I was overwhelmed by indescribable pleasure. Electricity shot through my body, and I felt my balls tighten and churn, as they prepared to unload.
"I'm about to shoot!" I warned Matt.
Matt carefully slipped my cock from his throat as the first stream of cum erupted. He quickly swallowed, then held the head my twitching dick in his mouth as five more streams of warm cum spewed onto his tongue. Matt's hungry mouth never let a drop escape.
I panted and sighed, recovering from the most incredible experience of my life. Matt crawled up the bed and rested his head on my shoulder. When I regained some strength, I hugged and kiss him.
"That was totally fantastic, Matt," I said.
"Really, Jim?" he asked.
"More awesome than anything I ever imagined!"
Matt kissed my cheek. "It was for me, too," he said. "Making love to you was truly a dream come true. I love you, Jim."
I returned his kiss and I replied, "And I love you, Matt."
Matt kissed my neck and whispered, "It's your turn. Make love to me like you do in your dreams."
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