Almost there 2.

“Angel!! Angeeeel!!!” He could hear a familiar voice calling for his name but wasn’t able to recognize it. Suddenly it went all blurry. Andre’s face started to disappear in front of my eyes, I felt dizzy and didn’t know what was happening till I opened my eyes and found out Andre’s face was just a few inches away from mine, looking worried.

“What the fu… Andres?” My sleepy voice seemed to calm down Andre’ss concern, now he took a proper distance in order to look at me.

“I was worried. You were complaining in your dreams like if something was hurting you, nightmares maybe? I don’t know. Then you started sweating a lot and your skin was burning, I think you have fever…” Now Andres’s hand was resting on my sweaty forehead. “Shit.” I thought and finally understood what happened; it was a fucking dream but my crotch was burning hot, I had a big boner down the sheets.

 

… to be continued ….

 

So… it was a fucking dream, could it be worse? I don’t think so, or maybe it could because you know Murphy ’s Law… “Anything that can go wrong will go wrong.” And they could probably get worse, at least in the situation I got myself into. How I told you last time… He has always being known as the “straight-forwarded” boy out of all my friends, and even in my dreams it worked the same way I was used to.

It didn’t change the fact I enjoyed it. I truly did even that morning with a big boner down the sheets and his concerned face inches away from mine I could felt the adrenaline running through my system, but I managed to control myself from committing such a stupid act just like kissing him (or try to do so). I didn’t know how he would react, actually I didn’t even know what he was thinking, if he noticed and played the fool. If he didn’t notice, therefore, he didn’t understand my “I am so freaking nervous please do not ask, do not say anything I want to kill myself.” Attitude, maybe both or none, who knows?

And I wouldn’t ask either, I would have been like pulling the trigger!! Luckily I said a lame ass lie and he believed it, at least that’s what I would like to believe.

“Oh, it’s okay, I… ate too much.”

See? Told ya it was a lame ass lie but he just nodded, maybe he was waiting for me to keep going, to say something else because he didn’t find any co-relation between eating too much and nightmares.  I tried to laugh but a pitiful, roaring laugh abandoned my mouth as his eyebrows cocked, and I knew I would have to say something else.

“You know, it is said that… when you eat too much you can’t sleep properly, I don’t know why…”

I hesitated and he thought about it a few seconds. Then he smiled and nodded.

“Yes, that is true.”

“Is it?”

I couldn’t hide how surprised I was I got it right and he noticed, looking at me, suspiciously.

“Ergg, yes, eating too much forbids you to sleep properly. I think it has something to do with your brain working a lot and stuff… so, yeah.”

Then we shared a moment of silence, it was kind of awkward because I didn’t know what to do and he just grinned before leaving me there.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep this a secret.”

He winked and left me speechless, thanks god he left the room giving me no chance to answer, because I would have stuttered and fucked things up, that’s what I do when I get nervous. I stood up, my legs were shaking lightly. I did my best to close the door without making any sound that may alarm him I was locking myself up and got back to bed. My boner was still there, asking and begging for my touch, I didn’t know what to do next, should I take a shower or just enjoy myself?

I swear god I tried the first one but as soon as my right hand chafed my length, a shaky moan left my trembling lips, his scent was lingering in the air, those vivid images were filling my thoughts as I leaned back on the bed.

You may think I’ve got no willpower, well… let me tell you all: you are right. Because in a matter of minutes I was rubbing my dick softly, even if it was still covered by my pants. “Ug…” I groaned, I couldn’t stop, because it felt too damn good and my mind was busy, trying to remember my dream.

“His left hand was traveling across my left side sending shivers down my spine.”

“Andres lips crashed against mine.”

“his breath mixing with my own.”

“Andres left hand was squeezing my crotch really strong”

“soft kisses on my neck”

Oh god, I’ve got such a good memory. Those images and my hand stroking my length once again felt just… amazing. My left hand travelled down my tummy till it got to the edge of my pants, skin to skin was the best feeling ever, and if it felt so good using my own hands, how would it feel? His hands, I mean.

Or maybe his mouth? I know, I know I am such a pervert but… c’mon, who doesn’t like to get horny once in a while? And that was happening to me right now, my hand kept rubbing my boner slowly, I could feel it twitching. My glans was getting wet and so were my boxers, I imagined his mouth circling my crotch, sucking it even If it was still covered by the fabric… at this point it was soaking wet and I haven’t started touching myself properly. “Im such a whore.” I mumbled to myself, giggling softly. Would he like this kind of language? Maybe he was the sweet guy? Or a kinky boy? That angelical face hid so many secret I wanted to discover so bad.

“He started unbuttoning my pants and in few seconds he had already tossed them away, I was wearing a black boxer (good choice) which fit perfectly my pale skin, Andres was able to see my moles which he liked or so I seemed because he kissed each one and even suck my inner thighs, biting them and sucking even harder than before; I was about to have a mental breakdown because of Andres’s teasing, his wet and hot tongue travelling up and down my sensitive skin was a priceless feeling, his thumb caressed my glans penis till it got wetter than it already was, it made me whine like a little boy who’s being punished.”

 

Well yes it was definitely one of the best parts of my dream, my dick was already out and one of my hands was stroking my balls, squeezing them a little bit hard. I even spit on it so that I could pretend it was his mouth the one sucking and squeezing me down there. My index finger roamed my length till it was on my glans, drawing small circles on it, the pre-seminal fluids spreading along my moans, I bit my lower lip because I didn’t want to catch anybody’s attention. But my thoughts were wilding and so was I.

 

It may sound weird but it felt too damn good when I pressed down my meatus using one of my fingers, it kind of hurt but still it managed to make me feel like I was about to come, my dick tensed up and I was tired of teasing, I was on the edge and that day I was really desperate for some action, one of my fingers travelled to my anus, caressing it softly and pressing on it. I whined and almost cry when roughly I penetrated myself, it itchd a little but as soon as I started masturbating again, pleasure came back.

 

“Yes yes..” I moaned softly and turned my head to one side forbidding me to moan, well I kept doing it but luckily it wouldn’t be that obvious, the fact I was masturbating and about to nut. I moved my finger faster as my hand did the very same thing, I was about to come.

 

I bent over and pulled my tongue out. The hand which was stroking my dick started to move faster, I tightened my grip as I kept pumping my dick, adding another finger inside my fleshy, needy and throbbing walls, the ones which didn’t hesitate and took my fingers in, gripping them.

 

I came, a lot. And as I did so I whined, my warm and sticky semen spread all over my face and even my tongue was what I like to call, “the best.” It was salty and sticky but it was delicious and I bet it would taste even better in his mouth.

 

Better said: His was probably the best. And just now, I decided I’d taste it at all costs.