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The following is a fictisious work. Any similarity to individual persons, places or things is strickly unintentional. It is my hope that you will all enjoy this EROTIC story as much as I enjoyed writing it. NOTE: This story does contain mention of sexual acts by two men. If you are in any way offended by homosexuality, do NOT read this note!!!!!
WET DREAMS Part I: The Waterfall
by G. G. Sagen
The moon shown down from above,casting and eire blueness onto the woodland floor, bespeckeling it with the tree leaves pattern. From out of the darkness, he stepped into a beam of moonlight. An Adonis descended from heaven, only one thing on his mind: Pleasure.
The shimmering blue illuminated his bulging muscles and thin waist, a machine built for indulgence. His facial features were cast into an aura of ambiguity, hinting only at the peacefulness and adoration contained within his eyes.
Crossing the stream bed, he advanced, my own feet obeying in likeness. Closer and closer we came, eliminating the distance between us. The closer he came the more my mind lost it's ability to reason. I became drawn into a frantic need for his naked body, his raw, animal power. I needed to possess and be possessed by him. At the same time as wanting him, I was filled with a devouring fear. Fear of what was about to happen; fear of how good we would be to each other.
Finally we meet, only inches apart. The heat of our bodies stronger than I could ever have imagined it might be. We were so close, I could smell the sweat dripping down his back, channeled by the gentle curve of his spine, racing down to a valley of sweetest delight were I longed to dwell. Finally, my restraint and self-control was decimated under the pressure of those animal eyes.
Giving over to my deepest desires, my arms lashed out and wrapped around his sleek and powerful frame, closing the gap between us, pressing our hardened yearnings together to create an even greater heat still. My hands, guided by my soul's true passion,found that track of envied sweat. My nails dug in, tearing a path along the channel of his spine, journeying ever southward toward that so longed-for goal.
Meanwhile, my mouth counter attacked, leaping at his enraptured lips, my tongue diving into the fray, attacking all it met with lustful abandon. His body pressed close, searing hot, imprinting his own lust into me. A heat of painful beauty I could hardly contain. His arms, like mine, clutched harder. Perhaps he, like me, was afraid to lose this longing fulfilled. Perhaps he, like me, longed for us two to be made one that we may never part. Whatever the case, we were here, together at last, breathing in only of the other's exhale.
Our every exchange was silent. We didn't need words to convey our needs. Each new the others desire as if it was their own. Perhaps it was. All I know is we could not separate. Our first embrace, our first kiss, lasted an eternity, and lasted to short a space even at that. With reluctance of leaving so fine a berth, our mouths disengaged, releasing again our brutal passions and needs.
Freed from his lips, my mouth sought out other places to entertain and entice. It found an ample supply. His ear lobes dangled delectably before me and my mouth devoured them. Sliding down, his neck of purest bliss was next, eliciting a gasp of ecstasy and a further tightening of his hold. He clearly did not want me to move from my new perch just yet, but my body had a mind of it's own, and an agenda of which I knew not.
Continuing my fall, his nipples, succulent and sweet, finest fruit of a inexplicable tree, were next. Devoured, I still hungered after more. Washing down the waterfalls of his abdomen, a succulent surprise was his naval. A hole I had never thought could be so precious.
Now I was nearing my goal, of that I was sure. The temperature was rising even more. There was no stoping now. I had come to close to give up. In spite of the terrifying heat, or maybe because of it, I found the generator of this boiling, and once in my mouth, I thirsted as never before. I swallowed him whole and spit him out, teased and taunted him, treated him to delight unimagined by any, even myself. He was close, very close, but I had not finished ravishing this beautiful land, I had not yet tilled his fertile soil and so could not let him obtain the relief he so desperately seeks. Grabbing hold of his manhood, I fell to the ground dragging him with me. He was shocked and relieved, to an extent, of his urgency. The pain of our descent removed all thought from his mind.
As he lay atop me, our eyes locked. I saw the passion and need in his eyes, and he saw my plan in my eyes. He knew what was coming next and wanted it. At the same time, however, he knew that he would make me fight for it. He challenged me, there in that momentary eye lock, to take what I wanted by force, for he would give in to no man who did not deserve the prize I sought.
He tried to rise, but I was quicker. I knocked him off balance as he rose, and threw him to the ground, hurtling my own naked body upon his. For a few moments we struggled, his body straining, expressing it's conflict, not just with me, but with it's own feelings. Finally I pinned him. He lay there beneath me, vanquished, defeated, abject in his loss, and thrilled in the battle yet to come.
His body, as well as his soul, was now mine for the taking, and greedy as his body had taught me to be, I took him. All of him. His legs spread wide easily, defeat admitted plainly on his face, not by shock, or horror, or dismay, but rather a look of ecstatic expectancy. The god made furrow of pleasure was mine, my entrance into a land of bliss hitherto unknown to me. Starved as I was for this joy beyond belief, I took my time. There was no where either of us wanted to go. This was all we had ever truly wanted. This was all we both longed for; for this eternity within a second.
Slow and steady the rhythm of our bodies guided me into ecstasy. Like a locomotive taking off from a platform for a strange new land, our bodies churned together, compelling us on and on. Slowly at first, then with building intensity, our fires were stoked by the friction we created, the heat beyond endurance. Our doubts about what was right and what was wrong, our longing to do the right thing and be responsible, all this disastrous images, were left behind us now, consumed as we were in the moment. There was no other world. There was no care for others. In those wondrous, floating, passion filled moments there were no others.
All good things must come to an end, but if it is truly good, it lasts beyond the moment, as a memory that can never be erased, locked into the moment of here and now, yet transcending all existence. Indeed, this was such a moment. The pinnacle of joy, the land of total freedom and understanding. This was heaven. No other words can do such an experience justice.
Of course, in truth it was not Heaven, for Heaven is eternal, and this did come to and end. The pleasure so great it could not be endured any longer ceased to exist, and with it the light shown through the curtains, telling me it was time to get out of bed, take a shower, get dressed, head off to work, all the mundane events of my existence. But then, how could the experience have been real. It was too perfect for reality. No, it was only a
W E T D R E A M
[TO CONTINUE in WET DREAMS Part II: The Gym]
No, I haven't written it yet, but when I do, I will post it!**