Oneiric

It was a frosty, dry winter night and irregular gusts of wind blew from time to time. The onyx sky was adorned with numberless, translucent stars. Late in the night, inaction and noiselessness painted a forlorn scene in the vastness of the park. All of a sudden, the silence was broken. The sound of agile paces was like a pariah, and the miasma of sound filled the emptiness.

The source of this racket was a young man, in his early eighteens. He seemed to be hurrying home, having chosen the park to act as a shortcut. He was quite tall, at his 1.79m, with a slender body, hidden under an elegant, knee-long, black overcoat. A boyish face, with some manly features, a straight nose, two sapphire-colored eyes, red lips, and short, blond almost silvery, hair, contoured the picture of this work of art. He wore black jeans and leather boots. Wearing his earbuds, he was listening to music and his hands rested in the pockets of his coat. However, it seemed something was upsetting him.

“I still can’t believe the host asked me to leave!”, said Liviu, as he removed the headphones, anger building up inside.

“The nerve! I was part of that party, like everyone there! How did I get dismissed, while SHE was asked to remain? And for what? I only pointed out that her attire was inappropriate for the event. I mean, it’s not her fault for not being rich to afford better clothing, but people of the lower class should not mingle with the upper class.”

Liviu came from a wealthy family. He was spoiled when he was a child. He never knew what the feeling of not having something meant. So, he grew up considering that some parts of society were superior, whilst other parts of it were inferior. His intentions were not mean, he was just a misguided teen, who didn’t know the real struggle of the working man. 

When rich people, who never know what hunger or insufficient funds meant, have children,  they raise them to become ignorant little snobs. Whether or not these adults are mean-hearted or not, it was not a pleasant side of reality. A reality in which Liviu's misconceptions could hurt someone's feelings.

“I was helping her understand the world she had just stepped into. My world. She should have been the one to leave. Not me! She was pretty, true. But I am prettier! I am perfect. I am like a magnet, and the others come to me, attracted by my beauty.”

He really believed what he was saying. However, something bothered him. Something beyond the ridiculous incident he was arguing with himself. 

“Yet why do I feel deserted? What is the point of being beautiful, smart and perfect, when you are alone? Forsaken in a sea of worshippers. I sometimes wish to find another who understands me”, not noticing that he was at a crossroads when he had made the wish. 

As he passed the three parting paths, a noise startled him. There were several homeless persons approaching him. Unaccompanied, late at night, he ran before the beggars even had a chance to reach him. As he sprinted, the vagabonds behind him disappeared. Just as he was starting to slow down, looking behind to check if he was safe, he slipped on a frozen puddle, and fell, hitting his head.

When Liviu had regained consciousness he groaned while getting up from the ground. He touched his scruff and felt a bump; it was the cause of a mediocre degree of pain. He didn’t realize he was back at the crossroads. He looked around, but nobody was there. Or so he believed.

“You’re so cute, I hope the fall didn’t ruin that pretty brain of yours”, a female voice could be heard from the shadowy thickets.

“Who… Who said that? Show yourself!”, cried Liviu, angrily.

“Aren’t we hostile?”, the woman mocked him.

“Aren’t you peculiar? Like the hideout you have chosen”, he seemed to gain some courage.

“Oh, I am many things. Peculiar is just one of them. Don’t be afraid”, she said with calm.

“I have many things I can give you: money, food, jewelry, clothes”, he tried to bargain.

“It is possible that you have many things, Liviu, but there is one thing you do not have!”, she replied.

“I get it. This is a farse. You’re someone from the party. This is an attempt to try to teach me a lesson. Stalking me in the park. Paying some bums to scare me. Well, the jig is up so you can leave me be.”

“I was at the party. But I did not know any of the people there. Except you and another”, the woman responded.

“Okay, I haven’t the time for these games. If you are not a beggar asking for money and you pretend to not be one of the guests, trying to scare me, I think I will leave”, he was beginning to get irritated by the situation.

“Don’t mock me, boy! You have made a wish at the crossroads, but you haven’t offered any type of payment,” the woman had raised her voice in outrage.

“What the fuck are you talking about? You are delusional!”

“You asked for someone who understands you. You asked for something you didn’t know you want. However, you want it.”

“What do you know, better than I, what I want?”

“TO BE LOVED by another! Love, different than a parent’s love.”, she screamed, her voice echoing in the vastness of the park.

“You dared to wish for love, even though you didn’t know that LOVE is what you wanted! You are devoid of such a feeling. You, a wealthy brat, who doesn’t know the feeling of compassion, of empathy, dared to wish for another’s love”, the woman was making her point, loudly.

“I…”, Liviu tried to respond.

“I have seen you, staring at the brown-haired boy. The one with hazelnut eyes. You DESIRED him. You LUSTED for him. But you were too proud to make the first step. Even if privacy would have been provided. You, the perfect, smart boy, couldn’t overpass your enormous ego and ask him to hang out. Did you know he doesn’t belong in your so-called high-class society?”, she seemed to scold the boy.

“I…I don’t know what you are presuming. I was not staring at that boy. I don't even know his name. And he DOES belong to my class, as no one else besides that girl...”, Liviu tried to explain himself before the woman interrupted him again.

“WEALTH means nothing in the face of LOVE! Your concept of class is meaningless. It’s just a word, an irrelevant way to categorize people. Your arrogance and lack of respect blind you from seeing the truth. Your payment has not been made and it will be the death of you unless you pay!”

Liviu took money out of his pocket and threw it towards the thicket. Then he got up from the ground and ran as far away as possible from the eerie woman. He stopped when he reached the frozen lake, to catch his breath. He felt that he had finally lost her. At the side of the lake was a wooden bench. Liviu walked toward it, then sat down to rest.

Although the sky had begun to be covered by clouds, some of them parted, and a bright fool moon shone over the frosted lake, and over Liviu. A fracture could be heard, and as the ice was breaking, water was filling the cracks. The liquid bubbled and rose, forming a crystalline silhouette. It grew to the size of a human, resembling the body of a man. A young man. 

The watery shape took the form of Liviu and was heading for him. 

“What kind of hallucination is this? I didn’t drink that much at the party”, Liviu said to himself, trying to explain the odd phenomenon that was occurring.

“You’re not hallucinating. Nor are you drunk”, the doppelganger said.

“Please, just, leave me alone. I don’t have any more money to give you”, said Liviu while trying to get up and run away.

“Don’t be afraid. Don’t run away. I am not going to hurt you. I could not hurt myself”, the form replied with calm.

“Why would hurting me, hurt you? Who…?”, as Liviu tried to finish asking the question, he got a better glimpse of the other. He did not believe his eyes.

“Why, I am you of course. Or better said, I represent your inner, most primitive desires.”

Liviu was so astounded that he didn’t even notice the doppelganger was completely naked, and undisturbed by the winter cold. He was an exact replica of Liviu, to the smallest detail as a beauty mark on his right pectoral, to his cock and balls. 

“Why are you naked?”, asked Liviu.

“How else would carnal desire be represented? How else would the feeling of hunger, infatuation, hatred, joy, or jealousy be represented other than by the naked truth? I am your unfiltered thoughts.”

Liviu rose an eyebrow. He was curious.

“You were lusting after the brown-haired boy with eyes like hazelnuts. You desired him. You were curious about his body. You wanted to see under his clothes. Does he have pecks? Does he have a six-pack? Is his dick big and thick? Does it leak delicious precum?”, the naked form asked, as he was grabbing his cock, then started to jerk it to erection, slowly approaching the bench, and Liviu.

“I was not lusting! I don't know him!”, Liviu tried to deny.

"You could have talked to him. Ask for his name, and get to know him. Did you want Claudius to do all these things? Make it easy for you? Even give you a good head while you watched?

"No...I... didn't think of that about him. Claudius", Liviu felt he had known this name before.

“Don’t deny it. You wanted him to fuck with you. You wanted his cock. You wanted to give him your cock, to choke him with It, and vice-versa. It almost pained you”, the naked form reached Liviu, and sat on his lap. 

This gesture made him panic, as he didn't know the crystalline form's intentions. He tried to get up, but couldn't, due to the weight of his clone. The frozen copy leaned in to kiss Liviu on the lips, but the boy tried to avoid it. Icy palms grabbed his head and kept it in place, placing stinging lips onto his warm lips, sealing it with a wintry kiss. The doppelganger's hard, translucent dick rested on Liviu’s overcoat. 

He couldn’t control his body's reaction so, Liviu had a powerful erection and slipped a low groan, while still being kissed by his mesmerizing, naked, and frozen copy. The doppelganger kissed Liviu furiously while arching its body as if it were being fucked in the ass. Its bum did rub over Liviu's hard-on, and it was working towards a climax. While doing so, its joints cracked, then melted and repaired themselves, then cracked again, making the frozen copy moan louder. Then the kissing stopped, and the clone spoke again while looking deep into the boy's eyes.

“You like yourself too much, and you would even fuck yourself. As I am you! Oh yes, fuck you, fuck me, fuck us!”, the form cried while imitating the sexual act. It didn’t take long until it came on Liviu’s coat. It wasn’t real cum, but frozen water. With one last kiss, the replica turned to ice and burst into a snowy explosion.

 Liviu was perplexed by what the form had said to him. He almost fell into thought, but got up and headed towards the exit of the park. If only it were that simple to escape this fantasy of a dream. For it really felt like a dream to him, or that's what he kept telling himself. 

A few hundred meters separated Liviu from the big gates of the exit, when on the ground in front of him a small whirl had started to manifest. It grew into a dusty little twister and took the form of a girl. She was as tall as he was, her features were the feminine equivalents of Liviu’s. Her platinum hair was so long that it could have easily reached the ground, but it didn’t, as it was levitating around her body as if it were underwater. She had one dark eye, and one white. She was wearing a velvet dress of black and white.

“Good evening, my dear!”, she said with a voice that seemed to be many voices.

“This won’t ever end. Leave me be!”, he cried.

“You are adorable when you’re afraid”, she mocked him. “You are beautiful, and I am you. I am your outer beauty, superficial but ephemeral. However, I am also your inner beauty, unsightly and eternal”, after saying those words, the girl’s features changed, drastically.

Her hair was black, her beautiful features had eroded away, giving space to a horrid, corpse-like appearance. Her eyes stayed the same, but were hollow, her nose was now a small hole, her lips were cracked and blue, and spit would come forth, from her foul mouth, while she breathed heavily out from it. With a bony finger, she pointed towards Liviu.

“Your inner beauty is defiled by your sick, almost narcissistic personality. Do you dare to desecrate the soul of another, by wishing for their love? I think not. You will drown in a sea of blackness, such as your dark character.”

Then she started to laugh. A malevolent laugh that pierced the heart, not meant for mortal ears. A black vortex appeared at the base of her legs and grew, and grew until it engulfed Liviu, the surrounding trees, the entire visible park. Liviu screamed a name before it all faded into nothingness.

“Claudius!”

“Claudius!”

“Claudius!?”

I sprung forth in my bed. Another nightmare. I was confused and couldn't concentrate on waking up. A noise caught my attention; it came from the front door. Shortly after I heard someone knocking. I thought I heard my name being called. Was that the voice of Lavinia? 

I got up, went into the hallway, and opened the door. It actually was Lavinia. She bounced inside, carrying what seemed to be some clothes on a hanger. She was in a joyful mood, it was almost contagious.

“Please, do come in”, I said, a little bit too sarcastically.

“Sorry to barge in, but it took forever for you to answer the door. What’s with this darkness”, with the flick of her finger, the light above us magically lit. She got a better look at me, smirking.

“Oh, wow. You’re wearing just shorts”, then she whistled at me.

“Oh shit! Sorry, I was in bed when you knocked.”

“Did I interrupt you from something?”, she asked with a naughty smirk.

“No. Why? What would you have interrupt… Oh no! You… NO! I was sleeping!”, I felt ridiculous. I bet my face was beet red with embarrassment.

“Sleeping? At three in the afternoon? You grandpa!”, she couldn’t believe it.

“No. I don’t do siestas. It’s just, I’ve been having some sleep issues.”

“Oh. Okay. You can tell me all about it while you try these on”, then she handed me the hanger.

“What’s this?”, I was confused.

“This is your outfit.”

“My outfit?”

“Yes.”

“My outfit. For…”

“My brother’s fashion show. Tomorrow evening! This weekend?”, she almost gave up trying.

“Yes! Yes, of course. The one you invited me to, last week when we went to Ramayana”, I didn’t forget. Well, didn’t completely forget.

“Well then, after you”, she instructed me towards the living room.

“The bedroom is better.”

“Wow, one date and you are already taking me into your bedroom”, she grinned.

“No, it’s just that my wardrobe has mirrors and I can see how I look like”, I explained.

“I know, I like to see you when you smile, even if it’s a shy smile. You’re pretty when you do it. And that dimple. Grrr. Let’s go, lead the way twinkie.”, as I turned toward the bedroom, she slapped my ass, making both of us laugh. She did use some force, I still felt her palm on my bum.

“Sorry for the mess. I was not expecting guests”, I had excused my room with clothes scattered on the desk chair, on the little armchair near the window, and a pair of socks near the bed. And, of course, the untidy bed I had crappy dreams in.

“What mess?”, she said, and with a wave of her hand, all the stuff lying around was magically put in its place.

“Okay. No mess then. Thanks a lot!"

"Don't mention it. Now, try these on. I am anxious to see you in them", she said while handing over theclothes.

"Could you please, turn, I need to put some underwear on first.”

“What? Oh, turn away. Yeah, sure”, she sounded a bit disappointed.

“So, tell me about your sleep problem. What’s it about?”, she asked.

We didn’t know each other for too much time, but I felt like I know her since always. I could talk to her about anything. And she could do the same with me.

“Well, it’s complicated. The dreams I have been having are so weird.”

“Psychoanalysis weird?”, Lavinia asked.

“Even weirder. They are all about Liviu. 

"And who might Liviu be?", she asked. I realized that I haven't told her about him.

"He was my partner. We went mountain climbing, but a rock slide severed his cable, and he fell...", I didn't need to finish the sentence, she understood.

"I... am sorry. Are you okay?", she asked.

"I should be, for it happened three years ago. But I keep having dreams about him, clouded in supernatural events. And they all end suddenly with me waking up, sweating, panting, and feeling like shit.”

“What happened in your dream?”

“You can turn now. I was in it, but I didn't like an active participant; more of an invisible observer. It was about Liviu and a party we had been to. We didn’t know each other yet but had a common friend who just turned 18 and threw a party. He acted mean towards one of the guests and was asked to leave.”

“That doesn't sound too bad.”

“No. In the dream, he was going home, shortcutting through a park. It was winter. Some beggars approached him, he got scared and ran. He slipped on some ice, and fell, hitting his head on the ground,” I said while putting on some socks and the trousers she brought.

“Was that what startled you in the dream?”, she was looking at me, dressing. I could swear she was checking me out.

“No. But then he regained consciousness and bizarre things started to happen”, I was buttoning a shirt I got from my dresser.

I had told her the whole dream, while she helped me put the jacket on. It seemed to be a number too small for me. The rest of the clothes were spot on, regarding the size. Including the shoes. She put both her hands on my shoulders and the jacked started to feel better on me. She has magically made it my size. I wondered, for myself, if she could make other things to be the right size. I had to hold a giggle.

“That was a pretty intense dream. Was Liviu like that in real life?”, she asked.

“No. He was honest. He didn’t lie about anything. Although he did behave a bit narcissistic and superior, at times. But not at the level described by the dream. He did come from a wealthy family. But his folks weren’t snobs. They did care about society and had empathy towards the needy. They loved him very much. Liviu was kind, but he did have his bad times. Like all of us.”

I was telling her the truth about how he was. I don’t know if he used to be mean, cold, loveless as the dream portrayed him. Maybe the Liviu I dreamt of was an exaggeration, a hyperbole, to have a point being made.

“Looking good Claudius”, she said while licking a finger and touching my chest, as if it were on fire. Some smoke actually came out between her index and my chest, even making the “pss” sound. We started laughing.

“Thank you very much. So, do you think it happened for real? The dream about Liviu and all those things?”, I asked Lavinia. Her face revealed she was thinking of the magical possibility of what I have told her.

“I don’t think so. Magic doesn’t occur like that. Manifesting and taking the form of humans, scaring teenage brats. No, it doesn’t work like that”, she seemed certain of her answer.

“But how does it manifest then?”, I was really curious.

“Magic is in close relation with the world around us. Especially with beings, such as humans. Yes, there are some places that contain magic, manifesting outside. Like the Bermuda Triangle, or ancient and sacred places such as tombs, pyramids, obelisks, secluded forests. But, it’s just that. A simple manifestation, like rain, or fog, or thermal waters, or magnetic fields.”

“So, what I dreamt was just that? A dream? Nothing of it had happened to Liviu?”, I asked.

“No. Such magic has to be cast by someone. And it leaves traces. I would have heard about such an event. I think it was only a dream.”

“It is said that, during sleep, a person can access his or her subconscious. The dream is the only way to do so. Maybe I am traveling to my subconscious or to a different plane?”, I was getting philosophical.

“It could be the first thing of what you just said. But regarding the latter one, it is extremely difficult to travel to another plane and return. The only time one does so is upon death. And we don’t know what’s on the other side, because nobody came back, while alive”, she was checking to see if my clothes needed more fitting.

“Alive? Are you talking about reanimating the dead?”, I asked in awe.

“It is a forbidden and forgotten art. A dark art. The consequences of practicing it scar the body and the soul. Nobody has practiced it for almost two thousand years.”, she replied as if nothing of this was interesting.

“How do you know?”

“The incantations needed are complex, and cannot be memorized. They had all burned, along with the rest of the Great Library.”

“Wait. What? The Great Library? As in THE Great Library of Alexandria?”, I could not believe it.

“Yes. Why do you think it burned?”

“It burned because Caesar was besieged at Alexandria and a fire in the port had spread to the city”, I answered.

“Well, yes, part of it is true. But the fire could have been contained in the port. However, it spread, as if by magic, to the city, and to the Library. There were almost a million scrolls in there. Some of them were unique, without copies. The reanimation scrolls were among those ones. Someone wanted to destroy them forever, so the world wouldn’t be plagued by the rising dead at the command of some crazy ruler.”

“Absolutely fascinating!”, I was still in awe. “So, my dream is just that? A weird dream?”

“Did you get closure? After the accident, did you have the chance to get over the loss?”, she asked, being satisfied by my outfit.

“I don’t think about it. It pains me too much to remember what I felt. I stopped thinking about it after some time, that year it happened”, I was feeling a bit nauseous.

“But did you let go? It’s important for both you and the lost one to let go. It’s…”, she didn’t get to finish.

“Hey, thank you so much for the clothes. I admit I didn’t have such formal ones. Do you want some coffee or tea?”, I tried to change the subject. I didn’t want to continue talking about Liviu. I couldn't have Lavinia see me cry. She might consider me to be a wimp.

The rest of Friday afternoon I had spent with Lavinia. Drinking coffee, then tea. We had even watched a movie together. When it was time for her to leave, I called a cab for both of us, as I needed to go downtown and buy a bow tie. She had forgotten about it and I didn’t want her to magically create one. I needed some air, even if it was the air of a mall.

Exiting the mall, I headed toward the metro station, but I was approached by a young man. He didn’t seem to be a beggar. It was worse than a beggar, he was a member of a religious group, trying to spread the word of their Church to the by-passers. 

“Excuse me. Do you have a few minutes?”, he asked.

“I think I can spare a few”, I don’t usually engage in these kinds of discussions, but he was cute.

“Hi. My name is Matthew! Nice to meet you”, he extended his arm.

“Hello, Matthew! I’m Claudius. Nice to meet you too”, I shook his hand. He was really cute. Dark, short, but curly hair. Gray eyes, as tall as myself. He was wearing blue jeans and a blue, thick, jean jacket. And of course, he had flyers, which he gave to me as well.

“Claudius, are you a believer?”

“I can’t say that I am. Sorry to disappoint you”, I wasn’t. I had renounced believing in ANY religion or god, almost three years ago.

“No worries. Our Church accepts every child of God. Even if they don’t believe, yet.”

“I wouldn’t want to take away from your time. Maybe you can find someone else”, I wanted to escape, but I didn’t want to insult his beliefs, or to be rude.

“Tell me, Claudius, have you ever told a lie?”

“Everybody tells lies, sometimes”

“Yes, but it’s a sin”, he replied.

“Well, yes, but sometimes lies don’t mean to hurt people. Kids might lie to their parents about their grades, but that doesn’t mean they are sinners.”

“Indeed, but they can tell the truth. They shouldn’t lie. Have you ever stolen something?”

“Uhm, no. I don’t think so… Oh wait. There was this one time, I was 5 years old, some kids were drawing with chalk on the pavement, then left for lunch. The chalk was still there and I was tempted and took some of it. But I was five. I didn’t know better, right?”, he didn’t answer.

“And, have you ever had unclean thoughts towards girls your age, or older?”, he asked as if it was a normal thing to ask.

“Uhm, what guy hasn’t?”, I lied. Well, it was true that I haven’t ever thought about fucking women, but he wouldn’t have believed me. Heck, I wouldn’t have believed me if I didn’t know I was gay.

“Well, Claudius, I am sorry to tell you that your soul is lost to hell. You are a liar, a thief, and a whoremonger”, his verdict.

“I don’t know what to say, Matthew”, I was getting bored of this discussion. Why wasn't I leaving already?

“I want to tell you that your soul can be saved. I want to save your soul”, gosh he was cute. That's why.

“I don’t believe in souls”, I said frankly. After having been witness to magic, I still believed that the soul is not magic, it’s not a ghost. Although, magic could have been explained by science, somehow. Yes, magic was a different, unknown, unexplored, and lost form of science.

“But I want to help you to…”, he didn’t get to finish his sentence.

“What do you really want, Matt?”, I was starting to do it again. I couldn’t stop, but even if it were possible, I think I didn’t really want to cease.

“I want to save you”, he replied, confused.

“No. That’s what the conscious Matt wants. What does the unconscious Matt really want?”, I asked while looking beyond his eyes, into his inner being.

“I want to be considered not a sinner”, he responded, hypnotized by my gaze.

“But you are not a sinner, Matt. It’s all in your head. I can feel what you want”, I was working my spell to help him figure it out.

“What is it that I want?”, he asked.

“You have to tell me. I cannot speak for you. Say it!”, I calmly demanded.

“I. Want. To….”, he was hesitating.

“Say it! You know you want to" while asking this, I put my hand over his right cheek. I felt a short electric shock in my fingers. He didn’t seem to have sensed it.

“I want to kiss you”, he closed his eyes.

“There’s more, Matt!”

“I want to suck you. I want you to suck me, to fuck me. I want you to make me yours” when he opened his eyes, there were tears in them. So, I came closer to him, took him in my arms, he had dropped the flyers from his hand and gave him a passionate kiss.

The door of my apartment slammed open, as Matt and I were still kissing while trying to get our jackets off. I closed it, threw the bag with my newly bought bow tie on the dresser in the hall, and lead him to the bedroom. I was taking my T-shirt off, while he was unbuckling my belt, then unbuttoning my jeans. The tension on my dick loosened a bit, as it had more space now that they were unbuttoned. I took his sweater off and admired his smooth torso. He didn’t have muscles, nor a six-pack, but he was slim and beautiful.

                I unzipped his jeans, pushed him onto the bed while taking my pants and socks off. I pulled his trousers off his legs and removed his socks. Then I joined him in bed, kissing him on the lips, then continuing on his neck. His smell made me think of anis. I continued with my kisses on his clavicle, moving towards his hardened nipples. I sucked and bit on each of them. I gave him a kiss on the right pectoral, then made my way around his abdomen, with the tip of my tongue.

Each line I had made with my tongue on his abdomen, made him moan, gently. When I reached his navel, I started kissing his lower abdomen, blowing warm breaths on his skin, watching it react to the pleasure I was causing him. When I reached the big tent, he had in his boxers, I stopped and took a deep sniff, taking in his scent of hot cock and balls mixed with fabric conditioner. I licked the length of his shaft, protruding through the boxers, then I removed them. His dick bounced back to his abdomen with a loud thud. I licked him again, starting from his balls, both of which I sucked, separately in my mouth, then continued up to the tip of his cock.

I took it in my hand, it was rather thick, long too, but I thought I can take it all. I pulled down the foreskin and a dark-pink, shiny cock head was revealed. I gave the piss slit a lick with the tip of my tongue, then slowly took it in my mouth. He let out a loud moan as if he hadn’t experienced this at all.

He had no idea what else he would get to feel this night.

I was right about what I had thought earlier. I took his entire girth, and length in my throat, making his back arch up in the bed while moaning. After pleasuring him for what seemed an eternity, I slowly made my way up, making one, single, long lick with my tongue, from his cock head to his abs, up to his hips, nearing his left pectoral, tickling his neckline, while finally stopping to give him a deep kiss.

He was anxious to taste me. He pulled my boxers down and started to suck on my hot, hard rod. He was pretty good at it. For a virgin. Oh, I could tell, of course, I could feel it in my chest. He did make me moan too. He seemed to like hearing me moan. And I liked to watch as my dick disappeared into his throat.

He got up, climbed toward my mouth, tickling my body with his hands and with his dick. He kissed me for a long time then he stopped. I opened my eyes; he was looking at me.

“Fuck me!”, he practically begged.

“Stay on top. Ride it like it’s yours”, I said, and he did it. He used my precum as a lubricant and positioned the head of my cock at his eager hole. He then slowly lowered his body, my dick sliding inside him. He took it all then paused to get accustomed to having a dick in his ass. I could feel his inner heat all over my cock.

“Fuck me Claudius!”, he asked and I couldn’t refuse. How could I?

I started slow, not to hurt him. Moving back, pausing, then pushing forward, pausing again. While doing so, I could see the pain on his face however, I could feel his pleasure, in my chest. I didn’t stop. I was slowly increasing the pace until he got used to the feeling. In no time I was pumping his ass, making slapping sounds as my basin was hitting his buttocks.

I turned the both of us over, while still inside him, so he would be the one laying on his back, on the bed, and I above him. And I fucked him faster, and harder, all while he was moaning and mumbling sounds of pleasure. His cock was hitting his abs like a pendulum, as it remained hard all along during the fuck.

Sweat was dripping all over my body, the air in the room smelled of sex, and anise and roses. It was hot and heavy. I could see the reflection of my glowing eyes in his eyes. Exhausted by the effort put into fucking him, I felt I was about to cum. I pulled out and started jerking off and immediately released jets of thick cum, shooting like a cannon on his abs and chest and on his face. I gave him a kiss and licked my own cum off his cheek.

I dropped on my back, inhaling and exhaling as if I had run at a marathon. I pulled him over myself, him standing on his knees, and started to jerk him off. It didn’t take long until he shot his load all over my torso.  I pulled his hand, and he gently fell on me, and I kissed him.

The glow in my eyes had faded, as he fell asleep on my chest. The unnerving feelings of doubt within him dulled. In time, he would be fine.

In time, he would no longer feel the need to save the souls of others. For he has saved his own, tonight.