following dreams 6

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“We need to get our asses up and over to the club…it’s already 7:30!”
-”I didn’t bring anything to work out in…”
“What do you work out in at home? If I remember, you’re already dressed for a workout!”
-”Yeah, but that’s at home by myself. I wouldn’t mind working out naked with you – in fact, I’d really like it…but isn’t this sort of a public gym?”
“Where we are going is a gay men’s club…. They have the best of exercise equipment – a pool, sauna, steam room…regular health club set up – with a few other amenities, like some private rooms for guys that want to ‘get it on’ by themselves…and a room or two where several can ‘get it on’ in a group! I’ve never done either there…but do enjoy talkin’ to the other guys…and working out naked.”
-”Is everyone naked?”
“Just about…it’s sort of like the historic Greek gyms where you were required to work out naked. I’ve seen a few jocks – but most guys wear sneakers, lifting gloves…and maybe a cock ring…a bunch of us wear rings – they give a little support…as well as look hot! I’ve never seen anyone there in shorts…or even a Speedo. It’s really a cool place, though – nobody worries if they get a rod on…we’ve all seen ‘em before…and there’s always someone there to spot you…or give you a ‘hand’ when you do heavy lifting without a jockstrap. For some guys, it’s a great place to meet other guys…you can see what’s in the package before you take it home!”
-”Have you ever?”
“What…met someone there to take home?”
-”Yeah…”
“Never – I may be crazy, but I’m not stupid…besides, I was never that hard up…not having anyone in my bed is a whole lot better than having the WRONG anybody in my bed…and NOW look at what I’ve got!”
-”You mean me?”
“Absolutely! Now, throw on some shorts and let’s get goin’! There are a couple guys I sometimes work out with – Brad and Ted…they keep asking me if I have a boyfriend…which, of course, I don’t since you’re no longer my boyfriend! They’re going to want to know all about you…which means, I tell them nothing! They’re going to really look you over good…so don’t be embarrassed…and if you pop a woody, it’ll drive ‘em nuts – especially if they know that I can touch it and they can’t…in fact, if you do get a rod on, I might just give you a stroke or two when I’m sure they’re looking…and then keep on workin’ out!”
-”Do a lot of the guys there get rods on when they’re working out?”
“Some of the younger guys…like under 25 – some do, some don’t but it’s something fun to look at when they do anyway…and once in a while a couple guys will get a little carried away and someone will get a hand job – that does sort of become a ’spectator’ event…but nobody gets bent out of shape about it…if there was going to be any serious action, the guys head for one of the private rooms.”
Kent introduced Michael as “Mike” – told him that he never wanted to hear one of those ‘chicken-hawks’ call him “Michael!” They spent a couple hours working out…and as usual, Brad and Ted were there – drooling over Michael…knowing he was not available…and getting no information at all…much to the devious delight of Kent! Michael was a little shy at first…naked was ok, naked in a group was a whole other deal… then it got to be a little bit of a turn on, knowing that he was the object of a lot of attention. Kent noticed Michael about half hard when he was doing bench presses – checked to make sure that Brad and Ted were watching – then gave him three or four good strokes, taking him to full erection, which lasted pretty much for the rest of his workout!
-”Man, this is embarrassing – everyone looking at my hard dick…!”
Kent gave it another two or three strokes…
“Show it well, my sweet…these guys are eaten up with jealousy that it’s so hot…and all mine!”
They showered…stopped to get something to eat at McD’s…and were back at Kent’s about 10:30.
“Let’s hit the sack – I’m going to need about two hours of ’snuggle’ before I go to sleep!”
-”So…that’s what you’re going to call it, huh – ’snuggle’?”
“That guy at your school isn’t the only smart-ass around…’snuggle’ is what you do before and after…and you’d better get used to it, ’cause you’re gonna get a lot of it…and what goes ‘in between’ too!”
They got in bed…pulling just a sheet over themselves, and entwined their bodies so that their lips and dicks were in full contact!
-”This is so fabulous…what a roller-coaster day – some guy at school figured out that I got laid…I got to actually work with you at your job…you scared the shit out of me when I thought you were going to dump me…then you blew me away by telling me that you wanted me to be your lover…I got to blow you again – something YOU’D better get used to, ’cause I already love doin’ it – you got my rocks off almost without me knowing what you were doing…we worked out, and you gave me a boner right in front of all those other guys…and now I get to spend another night in your arms! I just thought of something – until last night, I never slept with another soul in all my life…and now the first person I ever sleep with is the guy I’m in love with! Is that cool, or what?”
“I’d say it’s cool! I’ve never been in the sack with anyone that’s as great as you – no joke…and as far as the BJ’s go – I’ll give you 30 years to get it right, or I won’t let you do it any more…deal?”
-”Deal! I want to give you the best sex ever…!”
“You already have! You’re a natural at giving head…and knowing that you love me even makes it more special, plus – you didn’t just give me your dick…you gave me your heart along with it…which makes both special…and that makes me love you even more! Speaking of your dick – I know it’s not good to talk business in bed – but I want to get some cum shots tomorrow when we do our photo session…so, I think I’ll wake you up like I did this morning. That way, you won’t have to go to class with a hard-on, and your jizz-tank will be full again by the time we need to take some pictures!”
-”Is that a promise?”
Kent squeezed Michael’s balls and gave his half-hard dick several hard tugs – then kissed him.
“That, my man…is a promise! I couldn’t let you go to class with a boner now, could I?”
-”Guess not…it’s a rough job, but I guess someone has to do it!”
Michael snuggled closer – put his hand in Kent’s crotch and went to sleep.
Kent opened one eye and looked at the clock… 4:30…way too early to get up! He rolled over and looked at the man lying next to him. The floodlight from his neighbor’s yard gave the room a twilight glow. Michael had kicked off the sheet and was laying on his back – arms over his head…one knee pulled up…his torso fully exposed. Kent rose up on one elbow and drank in the sight – made much more erotic in the half-light, his pale skin accentuated the dark hair in his pits. His nipples were quarter-sized in their non-erect state, and the dark trail of pubic hair started just above his navel – broadening to the full, dark, curly bush that was now the resting place of his semi-flaccid cock, and that wrapped around the base of his cock and spilled lightly over his testes – relaxed now as he slept. His legs, covered with a heavy coating of fur, were lean and muscular. “What a beautiful man,” Kent thought – “not only on the outside, but on the inside as well!” It seemed that he had waited a whole lifetime to find someone this compatible…as well as attractive…that he might want to love. He thought of their age difference – a potential challenge in years to come…and yet, even this early in their relationship, he sensed a willingness to commit for the “long haul.”
He reached over and gently fingered the hair in Michael’s armpit – then sniffed his fingers, relishing the pungent “man” scent. He touched one nipple, then the other…very gently so he wouldn’t wake his love. They responded as he circled them with his finger, and were soon drawn up to dime-size. He placed a hand inside his thigh…slowly moving up toward “ground zero,” teasing the hair on his leg…and the hair on his balls, which began to draw up at his touch. He fingered them one at a time – then together…fascinated at their firmness and symmetry. He ran his fingers up Michael’s abdomen on either side of his heavily veined, circumcised member…now in full response – without having been touched. There was an involuntary flex as Kent hand returned to his scrotum, and he began to massage his jewels. He leaned over…gently kissing the tool as it lay in it’s furry bed, and tracing it’s length from tip to root with his lips. Michael let out a low groan, but did not seem to waken. Kent slowly raised his cock so that he could take it in his mouth…and began to gently suck. Michael sighed, but did not move. Kent gingerly fondled his balls as he brought his love to the brink – and beyond! The lad’s hot ejaculate hit the back of his throat in multiple spasms…far more than he had anticipated…tapering off and gradually stopping. He held Michael’s dick in his mouth until it was totally flaccid. He swallowed and leaned back on his elbow again. Michael appeared to still be asleep…he shifted and rolled on his side, with his back to him. Kent smiled…another satisfied client…as well as a satisfied “provider!” He lay back down beside him – spoon style, wrapping an arm and a leg over him. Michael hunkered back into him…stirring in his sleep…
-”Hey…how’s it goin’?”
“Just great, man…just great!”
-”Good…I just had a dream…I’ll tell you about it in the morning….”
At 6:45 the alarm went off – Michael rolled over and stretched…Kent was already awake, but pretended that he, too, had just awakened.
-”Wow – look at the time…I’ve gotta get goin’ – but I had this incredibly erotic dream…and you were in it…shit, I haven’t got time to tell you now…don’t even have time for you to get me off…but you will this afternoon, right?”
“Absolutely…go shower…and don’t forget that dream, you can tell me all about it when you get back from class…!”

Following dreams 5

*. I know I have posted this part before but because of my own mistake I have to repost it, read the previous part here

Michael arrived back at Kent’s at 2:15, dressed in a collared knit shirt, khaki slacks and sandals. Kent had given him a key, so he just let himself in. He came up behind him in the kitchen and gave him a hug. Kent turned and kissed him firmly on the mouth.
“Welcome home…at least ‘home’ for now! Man – look at you…talk about dressing for success!”
-”Well, you said this was an important shoot this afternoon, and I didn’t want your clients to think you dragged some street kid in to hold the light…this is ok, isn’t it?”
“Man, you’re not only sexy…you’re smart! You couldn’t look better if I’d dressed you myself…and absolutely – that is exactly how I’d like you to dress for the clients. I’ve got to check something though…”
-”What’s that?”
“Come here for a minute…”
Michael stepped forward, and Kent quickly unzipped his fly, reached in and grabbed his package.
-”What’s that for…not that I mind of course, but it isn’t really a very romantic move! You could at least kiss me when you grab my goodies!”
“Just wanted to see if you had on your tighty-whiteys!”
-”You could have asked, you know…”
“I’d much rather check!!”
-”I guess I like it better that way too – as far as I’m concerned my ’stuff’ and your hand should never be far apart…but what’s the deal?”
“Yesterday, when I cut the liner out of your shorts – you gave me a fit because your bone would always show…something you can control if you’re wearing jeans…but certainly not in khaki’s – so, I just wanted to check on how you were ‘controlling’ your dick!”
-”OK, so…I knew that I wanted to dress a little better for this shoot this afternoon, and knew that if I was thinking of you, I’d pop a woody…and I’d never control my dick without underwear, so had to wear some…sorry!”
“Nothing to be sorry about…glad that you pop a woody when you think of me…!”
-”Hell, the only time I’ve been soft in the last week and a half is right after I’ve cum…and that doesn’t last very long – then I’m hard again…face it, I’m never NOT thinking about you – so I’m almost never NOT hard… especially when I have my ring on, which I haven’t taken off yet!”
“It doesn’t hurt to leave it on most of the time…might be good to take it off when you sleep though, so you won’t pinch anything important… although, we both wore them all night last night…and if you recall – like you’d forget…(ha!)…I was the only one that did any pinching…well, maybe you did some too – but our rings didn’t!”
-”Funny thing happened on the way to one of my classes today…a guy I talk to some asked me what was up…I asked him what he meant, and he said he thought that I had sort of a ’shine’ – like a guy that just got laid, or something like that!”
“What did you say back?”
-”Nothing…I just smiled and walked on to class…do I look like I just got laid?”
Kent put his arms around him and kissed him solidly…making sure that their baskets were in full contact!
“I don’t think I can answer that objectively – much too close to the situation to make an accurate evaluation. Did you get laid? Were you a happy puppy when you left here this morning? We both know the answer to those questions…and yeah, I think you ARE glowing a little!”
-”You bastard…what have you done to me?”
Now Michael became the aggressor – grabbing Kent’s crotch and put a long lip-lock on him…
“Careful…some of that shine might rub off on me – and I’d have to explain it to my clients who are due here any minute!”
-”Shit – look at the time…I’ll bet they’re going to be right on time and I’m going to have to wait to rub my ‘shine’ off onto you…but I’m gonna do it, you just wait…!”
The clients arrived right on schedule…it took two hours to get all the pictures taken…lots of posing and re-posing…moving people from one group to another…the usual wedding prep scene. Michael helped position people…stood in as a “spacer” where necessary…moved lights – just like the official “assistant” that he was introduced as. Michael thought it interesting that Kent had introduced him as “Mike” though…and after they all had left, asked…
-”It’s not a big deal, but how come you introduced me as ‘Mike’ instead of ‘Michael?’”
“Who alone calls you ‘Michael’?”
-”Just you…oh, I think I get it…there’s only one person on earth that calls me ‘Michael’ – and that’s you!”
Kent draped his arms over Michael’s shoulders and pressed their foreheads together – so that they were literally “eye to eye.”
“I’ve been doing a lot of thinking today…sort of internal ‘wrestling’ with some things…mostly – no, I guess all…about you and me – the short time we’ve known each other…the differences in our ages…what the future might hold for us…trying to keep my head and my heart in their right places…I think I’ve come to some conclusions.
Michael’s heart began to pound…was Kent going to end their relationship? The thought of that caused a huge lump in his throat…his eyes started to well with tears….
-“Wha…what kind of conclusions…?”
“Well…probably against my best judgment – and only time will tell if I’m right – I’ve decided that I don’t want you to be my boyfriend after all…”
The tears already welling in Michael’s eyes spilled over, running down his cheeks…
-“Wha…but you…um, we….I, I thought…you said…”
Kent stopped his stammering with a finger over his lips – still looking him right in the eyes…
“Let me finish my sentence, ok…? This is the part that I really struggled with – and had to get my head and my heart in sync…I don’t want you to be my boyfriend…I want you to be my lover…if you want to be, that is…!”
Now Michael’s heart almost stopped beating…
“Yes, Michael…I need to say it…I love you!”
-“I…I wanted…never thought…I mean…I don’t know what to say…wow, yeah, I want to be…and…I love you too…I mean, I REALLY love you…!”
“I know…I know…”
Kent put his arms around him and held him as tightly as he could…giving him a long passionate kiss. Michael tugged the shirt out of Kent’s trousers…running his hands up his back. He pulled back a little from the embrace without breaking lip contact and unbuttoned it. Kent dropped his arms and let it fall to the floor. He slid Michael’s shirt off over his head…and resumed the embrace. They undid each other’s belts, unzipped and stepped out of their pants – lips still locked. They were now dressed only in white bikini briefs, their packages accentuated by their cock rings. Michael broke from their kiss and took a step back so that he had full view of Kent. He rubbed the back of his hand against the bulges straining for release in Kent’s briefs, anticipating…!
-“Would you let me do something…?”
“Of course…whatever you’d like…”
-“Let me ‘explore’ your body…you’re such a beautiful man, I want to touch every inch!”
“What do you want me to do?”
-“For now…just stand there – and let me…well, just let me…!”
Michael placed his hands behind Kent’s neck, pulled him forward and kissed him again…then moved his hands down his arms…back up into his hairy pits…to his nipples…across his pecs and down to his belly button…down the outside of his legs and back up the inside…fondling his package – placing his mouth over the firm rod and warming it with his hot breath – feeling his firm balls through the cloth – savoring the heady “man” scent…then moving behind him…rubbing his back and shoulders…hands finding their way inside the briefs, cupping his ass cheeks…sliding the briefs down and off…back up the inside of his legs…fingering his hairy ass crack…reaching between his legs to cup the now exposed, ringed balls…squeezing, rolling…pulling his fully erect cock straight down…releasing it to let is slap back against his belly…around to the front again…starting at the ankles…up the inside of his hairy legs to the crotch…again, massaging his testes…lightly fingering his dick – watching it flex with excitement and anticipation…then burying his nose in the heavy pubic bush…licking his balls, the sides of his cock – pulling it down and licking the top – circling the head with his tongue – kissing the tip, tasting the pre-cum…flicking his tongue up the center of the rigid shaft – teasing just under the head, then grasping it and sliding his lips over the head, taking as much as he could in his mouth…slowly moving back and forth…increasing the thrusts, Kent’s hands now on the sides of his head…hearing him gasp in pleasure…holding his balls tightly as they drew up for ejaculation, then sensed and tasted again the pulsating ejaculate of this man that was now his lover! Kent’s entire body tensed as he shot his load…howled in pleasure… and gradually relaxed – heaving a great sigh of satisfaction. When the surging ended, Michael released his dick, stood and embraced him, kissing him softly on the side of the neck…then again on the mouth.
-“That gives you some idea about how I feel about you…I know I’m not the best at giving head…but I want you to know how happy you’ve made me…and I really, really love you, man…!”
“You give great head…trust me on that one – and in the ‘happy’ department, you’ve made me happier than you can imagine…I thought I’d never find anyone like you again in a thousand years…”
-“If I’m dreaming, don’t wake me up, ok?”
“This is no dream…I’m real, you’re real…”
Kent knelt down and slid Michael’s briefs off – releasing his rock hard cock. He kissed his balls, ran his tongue up the shaft and kissed the drops of pre-cum from the tip…then stood up. “You wiped me out…let’s go lay down for a while. We’ve got to go work out and get something to eat later – but I’m ready for some serious ‘cuddle’ time now!”
Grasping Michael’s balls, he led him into the bedroom. They lay on the bed without getting under the covers…wrapped in each other’s arms…Kent contentedly soft, Michael still at full erection. Kent dozed off – Michael nuzzled as close as he could to this gorgeous, sleeping man – who was his!
Michael must have dozed off as well – the next thing he knew he was close to cumming…Kent was holding his balls in one hand and was stroking – more accurately teasing his cock – tickling it…with feather-light touches – almost ‘non-touches’ – that inflamed all the nerve endings under the taut skin of his rock-hard bone. He had already been ready to cum several times that afternoon…the pump had already been ‘primed,’ and just needed the right touch to get him off – and this was it…this subtle, sensual stimulation had taken him right to the edge.
-”Oh..oh…I’m cummin’…I’m cummin’…!”
“Yeah…cover me with that sweet love potion…oh, yeah, yeah!”
Michael splayed his load all over Kent’s side and stomach…a couple shots going as high as his shoulder. After he was done, Kent spread the jizzum across his chest.
“Let me get something to clean up…”
-”No way, my jizzum is all inside you…yours is all over me…nothin’ needs to be cleaned up…at all!”
Kent rolled on his side so that they were face to face, their ringed, relaxed crotches pressed together…and kissed him again. Michael could smell the jizz – his jizz…all over the man he loved. He smiled – licked his lips – the faint taste of Kent’s cum was still there!