CHAPTER 3: BOY MEETS DREAMS
It felt like the room was spinning, and my heart felt faint. His thick tongue slid inside of my mouth, and his equally thick hand cuffed my booty cheek. I felt a rush of blood fill my penis, and it jumped. His cock jerked, and it tapped mine. The feeling of our two cocks touching sent me over the edge. My eyes opened, bulged, and then my cock exploded.
I jumped up from my sleep. I looked around my dorm room. Jacobi’s bed was empty. It hadn’t been touched in a week. It had been a week since he kissed me in the middle of our room. Immediately after that, he got dressed and left and hadn’t been back. Since that night, I’d been having dreams of him and that experience. I was constantly reliving it all in my dreams. I pulled the covers back and quickly noticed once again that I had cum in my sleep.
I slapped my hand against my forehead in shame. “Christ!”
I slipped my bathrobe on and headed for the showers. It was still early out, and I assumed most, if not everyone, would still be asleep. With my headphones in my ears, “Sandcastle Disco” by Solange just lifted me to some other place. My body just started moving to the beat as I made my way down the hall.
I entered the bathroom with a cute little spin. Instantly, I stopped, and my eyes couldn’t move from him. Peter was standing there naked as the day he was born. Little droplets of water hung from his body and dark hair. My eyes traveled down his body and landed on his long, uncut appendage. The sight was such a mouth-watering treat. I felt myself blush with arousal. I could remember how it tasted and how it felt sliding inside of me over and over. He slowly wrapped the towel around his waist. Looking at him was like seeing my fantasy come real.
“Sorry,” I blurted out after I came to my senses.
I startled him. He quickly jumped and snapped his head towards my general direction. He flashed me that smile that made me want him that night. Once again, I was left with a longing desire. I wanted Peter in the worst ways possible.
“It’s okay, Emory. It’s the men’s shower room,” he said with a bit of humor in his voice.
“I know. I just don’t want you to think I’m stalking you or something. It was an accident, I swear,” I quickly told him.
“I know. I’ve been meaning to reach out to you,” he said as he began to walk toward me.
I swallowed hard. My heart raced. My hands felt sweaty. I looked at those pretty lips of his, and I wanted to kiss them.
“Oh. About what?” I asked him. I tried to sound unfazed by what he was saying. Inside, I jumped for joy.
“Sam told me he talked to you. I'm glad you guys spoke because I really want you and me to be friends. Despite everything, I think you’re a good person.”
My heart dropped at the mention of the word friend. The last thing I wanted was to be friends with Peter. I wanted him to want me.
“Friends? Sure. Sounds like fun. I can hardly wait.” I tried to hide the sarcasm in my voice.
“Cool. We’re going to have a little game of volleyball later this week in the middle of the grounds,” he began. “Come through and bring a friend with you. If you’d like.”
I just nodded my head. He flashed me a smile that turned my insides out. He walked past me and placed his hand on my shoulder. It sent chills down my spine. The moment he was gone, I rushed to the shower. As the water washed over me, I took my erection into my hand and began to stroke it. Thoughts of him being inside me sent me over the edge.
***
I found Eli in the library, sitting alone at a table. We hadn’t spoken since I outed myself as a fan of the current president. I took a breath and walked over. I stood directly over them. Eli looked up at me from the book.
“Are you lost?” They asked.
“Depends,” I answered. “Are you still my friend?”
They smiled and replied, “Maybe. Are you apologizing?”
“Are you?”
“I just did.”
“So, did I. You just didn’t hear me for your arrogance.”
Eli cut their eyes at me. “Bitch!”
We both giggled. It was clear that we were stubborn. It was also clear that we truly missed talking with one another. Eli had become my first real friend in life. I took a seat next to them.
Eli sighed and said, “So, catch me up. What all have I missed?
“My roommate kissed me, and I keep having dreams about it, and that is causing me, in return, to have nocturnal emissions.”
Eli began to laugh. “Bitch, we can never go this long without speaking because your life is just full of tea.”
I joked back, “Of course it is. Just look at me. Face card tea, body is tea, hair is tea. Black tea is serving.”
“Clock it,” he said dramatically. “Look at you…sounding like an actual college kid now.
Being around Eli made me feel safe in my skin and budding sexuality. The rest of the day was uneventful. My classes ran smoothly. That evening, I sat in the window staring out into the sky with my sketch pad. It had been years since I sketched anything. Jacobi still hadn’t come back. I enjoyed the silence as I worked on the outline of something I hadn’t quite figured out. I was sketching mindlessly, and I loved it.
***
It was another early morning for me. I entered the communal showers. There was Peter once again. He had his towel wrapped around his waist. His body was still wet from his shower. His dark curls were weighed down by the water. His eyes practically sparkled when he saw me.
“We meet again,” I said. I tried to sound alluring, but it was more nervous-sounding than anything.
He chuckled, “I’m starting to think now that you’re stalking me. Maybe waiting to catch me in undress and then seduce me.”
I gawked. “Maybe I’m hoping you’ll just say screw it and do all the things we both know we want.”
He narrowed his eyes at me. For a moment, I thought I had crossed a line. That thought quickly vanished when he dropped the towel from his waist. He began to make his way toward me. His cock swung back and forth with each movement of his body. I couldn’t pry my eyes from his naked body. His member swelled, and the foreskin began to roll back, exposing that pretty cockhead of his.
He stopped in front of me. Our eyes lingered on one another. There was an intensity to the way he looked at me. I could feel it in my stomach. He reached out and slowly undid my robe. It slipped off my chocolate body.
“Touch me,” he said softly.
I reached out and took hold of his member. It felt warm to the touch. I could feel the blood as it pumped into it. He bit his bottom lip seductively. Somewhere, the sounds of “Maps’ by Yeah Yeah Yeahs began playing. He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. As we kissed, I slid my tongue in his mouth and ran my hand down his smooth backside and onto his ass. I could feel the stubble of hair on his booty cheeks. It made him feel manly to me. He lifted me in the air, and I quickly wrapped my legs around his waist!
I woke up in a sweat. It was another dream! I looked around the room, and Jacobi was still MIA. I peeled the covers back, and once again I cum in my sleep.
***
“Sounds like wet dreams,” Eli said as we took a seat on the bench under the big tree near the edge of our dorm building.
“Every night?” My voice was louder than usual. I was feeling somewhat humiliated by my body’s constant need to ejaculate during the night.
“Apparently,” said Eli as they gave me a devious look. Their eyes quickly scanned up and down my body.
“First, my roommate after that kiss, and now Peter, just from a simple hand touch. This is so frustrating.”
“It’s possible that you could be just sexually starved.”
“Sexually starved?”
“I was trying not to be crass.”
I rolled my eyes and feigned annoyance. “Oh, for the Love of God, be crass, Eli.”
“Fine! You’re horny. You need to be fucked by some good dick or an even better toy.”
I couldn’t believe my ears. I sat there staring at them with my mouth slightly open. As much as I wanted to argue, I knew there was a small chance that they could be right. I hated it when Eli was right.
“Well, Eli, thank you for your candor.”
“What are friends for?” Eli immediately began to laugh after making that comment. “So, now the real question is, how are you going to handle it. Are you still on that app?”
“I’ve been chatting with someone. I’m not comfortable yet showing my face. I don’t know if I can do the whole hookup thing. I did that with Peter.”
“Peter is a damn fool. I mean well, Sam is fucking hot. That white boy bagged two baddies. So, maybe he isn’t a fool and more like a fuck boy, and we all love a good fuck boy.”
“How does that help me?”
“Well, it doesn’t. I was just figuring out the dynamics. I think you have to just fuck someone else. I get that you like Peter and you want him, but Emory, you’re young, queer, questioning, and in college. This is the time when you should get out and explore the different flavors of men.”
***
Days later, and I was still being haunted by dreams of Peter and Jacobi. It was becoming exhausting. I was looking forward to the volleyball game. I had only played in the gym back in high school. That was not my best work in high school. I cut through the clearing of trees and oh my God…
The game was already underway. Peter, Sam, and some other guys I didn’t know were playing. They were all shirtless, sweaty, and wearing basketball shorts that hugged them in the most provocative way possible. I stood there watching them run, leap in the air, smack the ball, dive for it, and smack each other on the booty. I could hear Todrick Hall’s “I Like Boys” playing in my mind.
Each time they moved those booties just bounced. It had me in a trance. Sam scored a point, and to celebrate, he started doing this little dance. He rolled his hips and stuck his long tongue out. My face went flush. Peter kissed him on the lips and started dancing against him.
“You two make me sick,” this black guy said.
I turned my attention toward him. He had long black and red locs that were pulled back into a ponytail. His chocolate skin glistened with his sweat. His abs contrasted as he laughed. His dark nipples looked perfect. He turned, and I got a glimpse of his backside. It was full and round. I could feel my private parts come alive. I thanked God I wore spandex underneath my shorts.
I turned my attention, and my eyes landed on Sam for some reason. He spiked and dived with this easy athletic grace. He must have felt my eyes because he suddenly looked over in my direction. Sweat was clinging to his hairline.
Sam called a timeout and jogged over toward me. His chest moved with him. Those pink nipples looked completely erect and pointy. My eyes traveled down his body like they had a mind of their own. I saw it swing in his shorts. He wasn’t aroused, and he also wasn’t a minor league player. Sam was truly in the major leagues from what I could see. My voice was suddenly caught in my throat. I quickly averted my attention back to his eyes. He had this knowing smirk on his face.
“You made it,” he said, almost like he was surprised I showed up.
“Don’t sound so surprised. I’m a man of my word. I might be late, but I’m here.”
He looked around with a grin and then back at me. “You’re definitely late. I think we might play another game.”
I smiled and said, “I guess I was operating on CP Time.”
He laughed, “Well, I’m glad you said it and not me. Next time, try operating on WP Time.”
I was about to say something slick, but I caught a glimpse of Peter staring at us from behind him. He tossed the ball at me. I caught it miraculously. Sports isn’t my thing.
“Come on. One serve, Thor.” He said it with such coolness and calmness. It felt like there was something underneath it.
I raised my eyebrow, “Thor? First of all, that man is white and pretty freakin’ hot.”
He nodded his head and said, “Your last name is Thornton. So, I think Thor is appropriate. Also, you may not be white, but you are pretty hot. Let’s face it, Peter didn’t cheat on me with you for any old reason. He’s gonna always go for a ten, and my boy never misses.”
I tried to play casually, like his comment didn’t stir my ego. The ball slipped in my hand, and Sam quickly reached out and corrected my grip. Our fingers met. A tiny little spark, but truly undeniable, passed between us. I wasn’t sure if he felt it at first, but the way his touch lingered made me think he did.
“Like this,” he said as he stared into my eyes and slowly adjusted my hand.
“Babe?” Peter called out.
Sam pulled his hand away from mine. He flashed me with his brilliant smile. “We conservative boys have to stick together."
***
The rain was falling gently from the dark skies. I was sitting in the window sketching. Soft jazz music played in the background. There was a knock at my door. I placed my sketchpad down and opened the door. Sam stood there in the dark, empty hall. He had a hoodie on and some running shorts.
“Hey, is everything okay? What are you doing here?”
“No, everything is not okay. You came here for my boyfriend, but I think I realized something today when you were watching me.” His voice was low and full of nervous energy.
“What?”
“You should be with me, Thor.”
Before I could say anything, he kissed me. It wasn’t just any old kiss. It turned something on inside of me. He pushed his way into the room and closed the door. He did it all without ever pulling his lips from mine. “Simply Beautiful” by Al Green was suddenly playing in the room. I fell back on the bed.
He gently pulled his lips from mine. Our noses touched intimately. I looked into his beautiful eyes. There was something magical about his eyes and his beauty. It felt like I was under some strong spell that I didn’t want to be free from. The heat from his body warmed me.
“Can I touch you any and everywhere?”
I nodded my head. I was afraid to speak. His warm breath danced across my face, and I slipped away between time and space. He pulled my pajama bottoms and underwear down. My hard cock stood up at attention. He moved to his knees and opened his mouth. He swallowed my dick, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head.
I woke up with the strongest erection I'd ever felt in my life. I sighed, and then my cock exploded. It was the most amazing orgasm ever.
“Oh my God,” I cried. “Oooh!”
I pulled the covers back and snatched my bottoms off. There was still cum that needed to come out of me. I wrapped my hand around my stiff member and stroked it. Rope after rope of hot nut flew from my spilt. My body tensed up, and I groaned and moaned.
“Jesus! YES!” I panted.
It finally stopped, and I lay there heaving, smiling, and laughing to myself. Then the afterglow faded, and I realized the best dream had been about Sam, and that was maddening because why…
***
“I don’t think it means anything. You’re just horny,” Eli told me. “Your brain is trying to give your body what it needs, so anytime you have an encounter that gets the juices flowing, your brain is using it. That’s why I got you a gift.”
Eli handed me a gift box. I smiled and quickly opened it. My mouth dropped. He had gifted me a dildo.
“Are you insane? Who gives this type of gift to another person?”
“A real friend. I spent good money on that. You can control it from your phone. It has ten different frequencies.”
“I don’t care…ten! Really?” I stopped talking and just relaxed for a second. Eli was grinning at me the entire time as if they had just won a prize. “You know, we keep talking about me having sex. Are you having sex?”
“I may have a little friend who visits my room at night.”
“Really? Do tell.”
***
Professor Martinez sat on the edge of his desk, staring out at us. His slacks hugged his thick thighs. His face was stoic. He was always like that we he was in deep thought. It was honestly pretty sexy to watch.
He exhaled and said, “Keats wrote that in dreams, “the soul takes flight to worlds unknown.” Sometimes, those worlds are so vivid, you wake up still tasting them on your tongue. Someone please tell me how dreams and literature can create magic together.”
A girl spoke, “Desire in literature is often disguised as metaphor, but our dreams don’t bother with metaphors. They give us exactly what we crave.”
Professor Martinez mused. “The subtly provocative way literature and dreams can work. Who else wants to give us a theory?”
Someone in the back of the class said, “They reveal what we can’t admit in the daylight. They make us feel it with every nerve.”
That voice sounded familiar. I turned and looked back, and to my surprise and shock, it was Sam. I didn’t know he was in the class. He turned his head, and our eyes locked. I quickly looked away.
“A very philosophical yet intimate way of looking at it,” the professor said. He moved from his desk. He looked around the room, and then his eyes found me. He smirked. “Mr. Thornton, give me your thoughts on dreams and literature.”
“I don’t really have any,” I told him.
“Sure, you do. You write brilliantly from what I’ve read so far. Don’t think. Just let the words come out. Now tell me your thoughts.”
I looked around the room. My skin felt like it was crawling inside of me. I wanted to be anywhere but there. I looked back at the professor. I inhaled and then exhaled.
“The most haunting dreams are the ones that feel too alive. You know where the body believes the touch is real, so real that even when you wake up, you look around and have to remind yourself it was all a dream, but in reality, you wish it weren’t. So, it pushes the story forward. It makes your lead character realize what’s missing or what they truly want.”
I realized, as I said it, that Eli was right. I needed to have sex. My dreams had been trying to tell me what my body was screaming for.
“That is the sensual part of it. Every last one of you was right about the way dreams work in literature. Mr. Thornton, you gave us sensual. Allow me to piggyback and make that sensual aspect unsettling. The unsettling is the part we take with us from the story to real life. Dreams have a way of slipping past our defenses. They touch us where we’re most vulnerable. Sometimes it’s so vivid that the body reacts before the mind understands. Like a nocturnal emission.”
He was right. It was very unsettling.
Someone blurted out, “Hell yeah.”
The class erupted in laughter.
***
The room was dark and quiet. I lay there in bed on top of the covers naked. I pushed the dildo against my puckered hole. My body was tense, and I was full of nerves. I took a deep breath and pushed out as I pushed the dildo against my sensitive hole. It slipped past my barrier and slid inside of me. I let out a gasp.
The nerves in my anus tingled as it brushed against them. My hole twitched around it. I began to gently slide it back and forth in and out of me. My breathing increased with each movement. I spread my legs wider, and my cock started to harden. I closed my eyes and let the magic happen. I could feel my hole moisten around the device. I worked it in and out of me faster.
A warm hand suddenly wrapped around my cock. I jumped and quickly opened my eyes. Jacobi was kneeling on the side of my bed. His hand was around my cock. He was jerking it like an expert. Our eyes met, and he took his other hand. He pressed it against my chest, pushing me back down on the bed.
He released my cock and slid his hand over my balls. His finger grazed my taint, and then he removed the toy from my hole. He ran his fingers over my barely open anus and slid two fingers inside of me. I moaned softly.
Jacobi said, “I really wanna fuck you. Can I?”
I looked him in the eyes and said…
TO BE CONTINUED
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