11
Fantasy v Reality
“Oh, Ray!” I moan, my head tilted to the side, bearing my neck to a trail of his kisses. He pushes me backwards so I stumble onto the bed, and then he crawls on top of me, gazing down at me. I gasp when I see his beautiful crystal-blue eyes change colour to a fiery red, as if he’s got passion burning in his very soul.
“How bad do you want me?” he whispers huskily, pinning my wrists above my head.
“I’m so hard for you I swear my cock’s about to burst a blood vessel,” I reply in a low growl.
My gaze shifts to his mouth, to those raspberry lips. I’m dying to taste them. I tilt my chin, trying to stretch up for a kiss. He grins and leans in, pausing for a second before teasing me with a quick peck. I gasp. It felt like a bee sting. My lips swell and every nerve ending in my body fires up. My breath hangs heavy in my lungs as I gaze up into his smouldering eyes. He has me at his mercy and he knows it. I ache for him. I’m already a quivering wreck and he’s hardly touched me. I’m desperate for more. I want him to take me on the ride of my life, to oblivion and back, because I know he can. Him and only him. He gently rubs noses with me and then the teasing is over. His mouth crashes into mine and suddenly my bloodstream is awash with endorphins, making me drunk with need. My balls tighten and my lips part in a throaty moan. His tongue darts inside my mouth, exchanging saliva with mine. He tastes of excitement, like that last gasp of air as the rollercoaster hangs over the tipping point. Our tongues frolic together like two lovers in the hay, rolling over and over, until his tongue encircles mine, gripping it tight in a…a crushing hug.
I yelp in the back of my throat and tug my tongue free. He lifts his head and stares at me, a perplexed look on his face.
“That felt weird!” I whimper.
“Weird?” he queries. He releases my wrists and sits back. “Oh, you mean this?” He sticks his tongue out.
It’s forked! Like the devil’s.
I sit up on my elbows. “What the…!”
“Maybe I should have mentioned it beforehand.”
I gawk at him. “You’re supposed to be in human form. What’s with the forked tongue?”
He smirks at me. “Just another little enhancement, like my enhanced sperm. I thought it might come in handy.”
“Are there any more of these ‘enhancements’ I should be aware of?”
He waggles his eyebrows at me. “You’ll have to wait and see. I haven’t even begun to show you what I can do with my tongue yet.”
He flips open the top button of my jeans and tugs the zipper down before slipping his hand inside my boxers. I gasp, shocked by how quickly he moved from kissing me to fondling my cock. He smears the palm of his hand with the precum leaking from my slit and then reaches down to grasp my rock-solid shaft in his fist and begin tugging on it.
“Oh fuck!” I whine.
“Do you like that?” he asks, his voice a deep, sexy rasp.
“You excite me,” I tell him in a voice thick with desire.
He withdraws his hand and tugs my jeans and boxers down, tossing them onto the floor. “Flip over.” I do as he says, so I’m face down on the bed. “Lift up,” he demands, and I press up onto all fours. “Now I have you exactly where I want you, friend Blake. Are you ready for this?”
“I’ve been ready for this my whole life,” I say on a breathy whisper, feeling lightheaded with desire.
He slides his hands up and over the curve of my butt cheeks and then spreads them apart, opening up my hole to him. His tongue paints a wet streak along my crack, making my skin tingle as the air hits the trail of saliva. I whimper like a newborn kitten. Truthfully, I’m not at all sure I’m ready for this. I feel like my cock and my brain are going to explode simultaneously.
I gasp as the two tips of his tongue draw opposing semi-circles around my tight pucker and then meet in the middle to pierce right through my hole, like a dart finding the bullseye.
My heart stops beating.
My breath hangs lifeless in my lungs until I’m made to cry out when his tongue splits in two and tickles my prostate. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” I cry, like a man dancing on hot coals. I want to tell him to stop, it’s too much, but how can I when it’s the most erotic sensation I’ve ever felt in my entire life?
My heart remains idle in my chest, as if his lovemaking has stunned it into cardiac arrest and he really is taking me to the edge of oblivion. His tongue stretches deeper inside, exploring me with such intimacy my knees begin to tremble. Deeper and deeper he goes until I’m convinced his tongue has snaked its way right up through my abdominal cavity and into my chest. I feel it wrapping around my heart, massaging it, hugging it, making it thud again.
In that moment I realise that every breath I take from now on belongs to him. He owns me—body, mind and soul—and I don’t ever want him to set me free.
He withdraws his tongue and then I feel the swollen head of his cock pressing against my hole. My tight ring of muscle momentarily protests, but soon he pushes through it, his thick girth stretching me like I’ve never been stretched before. I throw my head back and gasp as a fresh wave of euphoria washes over me. He eases in deeper and deeper, until he’s buried inside me right up to the hilt. Gripping my hips to hold me steady, he proceeds to hammer me as if there’s no tomorrow. I grip the sheets, cringing against the delicious agony of it, grunting and groaning as his heavy balls spank my arse.
He leans over me to whisper in my ear. “Is this hot or what?”
“So fucking hot!” I whimper in a squeaky voice I hardly recognise as my own.
“Come for me,” he commands, his voice hoarse from his exertions.
I slip my fingers around my cock and begin yanking on it, matching his quickening rhythm, until my balls coil up into two tight knots. I cry out through gritted teeth as I begin gushing like a geyser and my cries trigger him to release too. I feel the heat of him shooting inside me, causing me to dredge up another load of my own. Never before have I come so hard and for so long. It’s as if I’m retching it up from the very depths of my soul, giving him every last drop of me, until there is nothing of me left to give.
While I’m still trying to recover my equilibrium, he withdraws from me and it feels like he just sucked the life out of me. I’m left with a horrible sense of loss. I want him back inside me. I don’t want us to ever be separated.
I turn around, needing a hug, and my heart goes into cardiac arrest again.
He’s gone.
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I sit bolt upright, panting and breaking out in a sweat. I’m in bed. Alone. It takes a few seconds until I register the fact I’m sitting in a damp patch from a “nocturnal emission,” as it’s referred to in polite circles.
Oh fuck!
I shuffle out of the way of the sticky mess.
I’m mortified. I haven’t had a wet dream since I was twelve years old and I’m stunned by the content of my dream. I sit, reflecting on the fantasy that just played out in my mind.
I hadn’t realised that I’d been subconsciously harbouring such filthy thoughts about Ray, but it was an odd dream. Not the unadulterated bliss it should have been, but tainted by moments that trouble me, even now, as I try to fathom their meaning. There was the devil-like tongue, a powerfully erotic symbol that at first terrified me, until he put it to good use. But what does it mean? Why do I associate him with the devil? Is it because he torments me? He’s everything I’ve ever wanted. He’s beautiful, funny, intelligent and sexy as the devil himself, but always he remains just out of reach. It’s a special kind of torture, having the boy of your dreams living with you and not able to express the way you feel about him.
But then if we both give in to our desires, could I stand the heartbreak of turning around one day to find he’s gone?
I heave a sigh and rub the sweat off my brow.
Ray has been living with me for two weeks now and I’ve grown accustomed to having him around. He’s brought excitement into my life where none existed before. He’s my special Ray of sunshine and I don’t want to return to the cold winter of before.
But am I deluding myself?
Is there no hope for us?
I can’t bring myself to contemplate that. I’m clinging to the hope that love will find a way.
Am I heading for one hell of a fall?
Oh God, Blake, I tell myself, You’re a mess!
I sigh again and in doing so I inhale the salty tang of sweat and cum.
I need a shower.
Only then does my brain register that the TV is on in the living room, meaning Ray is already awake. Not only awake, but he’s singing. Intrigued, I toss the sheets aside and shrug my robe on.
I’m not into old movies, but as I enter the living room, even I recognise the blonde singing on screen. It’s Marilyn Monroe.
Ray doesn’t spot me at first, otherwise I doubt he’d still be jumping all over my furniture. He’s up on the sofa, dancing his way along it before jumping off the arm and landing just two feet in front of me.
“Oh!” he gasps. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”
“In a manner of speaking,” I reply cryptically, thinking about my wet dream. I stand gazing at him for a few seconds.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asks.
“Can you just say aah for me?”
“Say what?”
“Just open your mouth.”
He does as I ask.
“Wider. And stick out your tongue.”
He sticks it out and I examine it carefully. His tongue looks perfectly normal. I’m not sure whether I’m relieved or disappointed.
“Okay, you can close it now.”
He gives me a quirky look. “What was that all about?”
“You sing so beautifully I was just checking if there’s a canary in your mouth.”
He rolls his eyes. “Very funny!” He begins dancing around me, making up his own lyrics.
“I don’t need diamonds or a Gucci bag.
But if you dare to kiss me, I’ll expect some swag.
A trinket or two, just to show that you care.
Maybe a lock of your platinum-blond hair.”
I laugh and he comes to a standstill right in front of my face.
“You’re adorable,” I tell him on a sigh.
“I know,” he brags and shocks me with a quick peck on the lips.
I gawk at him and his cheeks flush crimson. I start to say something but he gets there before me.
“If I could choose to be anyone in this wide world of yours, I’d choose to be Marilyn. Your Marilyn.” He moves in even closer and looks me straight in the eyes. “And then I could kiss you the way you want me to.”
My heart crashes into my chest, snatching all the air from my lungs. I gawk at him, my gaze drifting to his mouth and those pouting lips.
Slowly, I lean in.
He sniffs me and takes a step back.
“I’m glad you’re awake,” he says. “We have so much to discuss.”
He spins around and carries on dancing and I’m left feeling deflated. Clearly he’s very well aware of the way I feel about him, which leaves me open to this kind of cock-teasing, which he seems to delight in.
“I need a shower,” I tell him grumpily.
“Me too,” he replies.
For a second, my heart trips over itself as I imagine he just asked if he could join me. My hopes are soon dashed when he adds, “I’ll jump in when you’re done.”