EROTIC DREAMS - Number 2 - Kyle and Jason *** ADULT FICTION *** Separate short stories of male-male ('gay') sex by Eric L. Email, send to Eric: Erotic_Dreams_Story@hotmail.com
THIS STORY IS ENTIRELY UNTRUE AND FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY. It does not represent my actions or anyone else's. I claim a right to have fantasies that I never did and will never do, and to have fun with them and share them with others like-minded, for entertaining reading and feedback. --Eric L.
EROTIC DREAMS will be one-chapter quickies, each about a different HIGH SCHOOL student. Each will be a little stand-alone story. _________________________________________________________________ EROTIC DREAMS - Number 2 IF UNDER LEGAL AGE, DO NOT READ! Kyle and Jason ````````````````````````````````
Mom and dad were going on a weekend trip with their Bridge Club, and would leave early Saturday morning. They made this announcement to me--Kyle Dremworth, their 16-year-old son--on a Friday evening. I'm a junior at Shavertown high school.
I hadn't planned much for that Friday night, anyway. But after hearing my parents were going out for the weekend, I began to fantasize. Instead of playing my music loud, I began to think and make my plans for how I could use this unexpected freedom.
So, needless to say, it was a quiet Friday evening at the Dremworth household. I kept re-playing the conversation in my head of when they told me they would be away Saturday and Sunday.
"Kyle," mom said, "I know it's short notice, but your dad and I decided last minute to go with the bridge club to Fraydenton Village. We'll be gone early Saturday and come back late Sunday. I know you're a big boy and you'll be fine, home alone, but I arranged for you to have breakfast Saturday with Shirley and Rob Weller, and their son Jason--just to get the weekend started."
Mom could go on and on, but I was listening, especially after hearing about a popular, fellow-Shavertown-high-school student, Jason Weller.
"Shirley said that you and Jason are such good friends--so, I'm sure you boys will have fun. The Wellers will be there for you if you need anything, but you don't have to stay with them. Is that ok, Kyle?"
"Oh--sure, mom, that's fine!" I said happily. Jason Weller was a stud.
"Oh, good. I'm so glad--"
Miraculously, mom was interrupted by dad, who made his longest speech of the day, I was sure.
"That's the spirit, son!"
"Yes," mom went on, "as I was saying, Kyle, I was happy to hear about you and Jason being good friends, so I know you'll have a boy you really like to play with."
Play with?!! Oh, I was gonna have a good time just THINKING about Jason and his hot body--much more to have breakfast with him--and have him be unofficially assigned my playmate for the weekend.
"Thanks, mom!"
"Oh, you're welcome, dear," mom said--in total surprise, I was sure, because I never said Thank You when she set up these little care sessions for me.
The thing was, I wondered what was up. I was never good friends with Jason--so why did his mom say that? I hardly knew him, except for the effect his presence had on my cock.
Jason was the perfect kid-next-door, drop-dead-gorgeous stud from the swim team with perfect teeth, blue eyes, blond hair, a constant bulge, and a smile that never quit, and if they never went to our school to see him, most people probably wouldn't believe he exists. Believe me, he does.
If you were having a bad day, you would see Jason and feel better. And Jason was 17, which--combined with everything else-- meant that I could just about cum on demand, seeing him.
Jason was friendly--always said Hi, and we'd talk a few minutes once in a while, but that was about it . . . except for me praying I'd be assigned to the same gym class as him. And hoping we'd be in the boys room together someday alone, and he would beg me to suck him off. Ok, that was a huge fantasy of mine, but if it happened I would say yes.
I could never dare tell anyone about my 'Jason fantasies' but if I did, they would instantly know that I wanted to possess Jason; that I was in love with the kid; and that my mouth wanted his dick.
Okay, I wanted him so bad, I would go into a stall at school and jack off thinking about Jason. It's strange--in those masturbation fantasies, Jason and I were never really DOING anything. He would just stand there and call, 'Kyle--you think I'm sexy, dude?'
And I loved when he called me by name! And he'd just be there naked. Well, not JUST be there--somehow in the fantasy, I knew he was standing there deciding what he wanted to do with me, or TO me, or what he wanted me to do to him.
That was a total turn on.
Reality was another story. Jason was straight. He was one of those popular dudes whose DNA steered him exclusively to females. Besides, he had that status and mind set that wouldn't dare let him be gay. He went out with a lot of girls, and lately seemed to have it narrowed down to one.
So, my best hope for the coming weekend--tomorrow and Sunday--was to maybe get a look at Jason Shawn Weller, Jr. in some tight Speedo's while we hung around his parents' pool.
'Maybe we'd be naked in the enclosed outdoor shower?' I thought to myself while I lay on my bed that Friday night getting a hardon. Not a regular hardon. A 93 octane one.
The night seemed to last forever--I finally drifted off to sleep at 2 a.m. The morning came, and I said good-bye to my parents at the ungodly hour of 5:30 a.m. on a Saturday--holding my robe in front of my high-octane hardon, which was an extra-strength, turbo variety--enhanced with the summation of all my nightly thoughts of Jason. I turned to go back to my room and get some more badly-needed sleep.
"They're expecting you at seven," mom yelled up the stairs.
She couldn't POSSIBLY mean MORNING, I thought.
"Not A.M., mom!?!!" She HAD to mean P.M.
"A.M., sweetie--how else can you have breakfast with them?"
If I complained now, I could blow the whole weekend.
"O.K., mom," I yelled downstairs in return. At that point, I thought, 'Shit!' Why would anyone want to do anything at 7 a.m. on a weekend?
Suddenly, I got it. The Wellers were sadists, and this was going to be a torture weekend for me. Anyone who would get a 16-year- old kid up before 10 o'clock on a Saturday had to be a sadist. Or maybe they were aliens who were going to trap me and take me to their planet.
Five-thirty a.m., home alone--and awake! If I were my older brother Jake, I would say, 'Goddammit!' I wasn't Jake, but I really felt like shouting that. ~~~ I had planned to take a shower before going over to Jason's house. Well, actually, I always took a shower in the morning, but today it seemed nice to think that I was washing myself for Jason. Like there was any chance that would do me any good.
But I had an HOUR before I even had to get IN the shower. I could jerk off, most guys probably would, but that would take the edge off, for me. Then again, I thought maybe I should jerk off to release the tension so I could relax and enjoy the day.
Then, I thought I might as well cooperate with the sadists and do self-torture by NOT releasing my urgent needs. My continuous suffering through the day (from my dick throbbing at the sight of Jason and secreting gallons of cum that couldn't escape) might appease the alien gods, and make them go easy on me.
The good thing was that I knew I had to plan well. The bad thing was that I was excited thinking about having breakfast with Jason, and being excited was not my best mode for planning. One thing stood out to me--my cock would stand out magnificently, unless I had the good sense to wear a jock. I was suddenly making sane, important judgements concerning my decisions, and feeling as old as my father.
I decided I'd wear the jock under my swimsuit, then wear shorts over all that. I'd be ready for anything--swimming, walking, hiding boners, whatever.
The alien gods probably had my punishment all worked out: I had to spend the day with Jason, see his face and body constantly, swim with him, shower with him, feel his naked body accidentally rub up against mine--conjuring incredible erotic images--but not be able to touch him. That would be my torture.
Then I would die of total frustration, but I'd hopefully come back as Jason's underwear. Yeah, I believed in reincarnation.
I don't know where the time went, but I was due in the shower, all of a sudden. As I washed, I played with my dick, and finally decided a little stroking would be good. Oh, it was good, all right--it took me to the edge. I wanted to cum so bad! Then, thinking this would be one more way to suffer so the alien gods would smile on me, I just stopped. My balls hurt already.
I really WAS glad for the jock idea when I got dressed. I had the most massive boner ever, and it wasn't acting like it wanted to go down. It even hurt a little when I had to force it up against my stomach when I put the jock on, and normally it hurt only when I tried to push it down.
I looked at myself in the mirror--with just the jock on. I thought I was halfway cute--not as cute or hot as Jason. But I thought Kyle Dremworth projected a cool, good looking image, especially that I was wearing only a jock that bulged out. My hair was dirty blond--not as pure and innocent-looking as Jason's, but I liked my hair. I streaked it so lightly, it looked totally natural. I had a ruddy, smooth complexion and nice green eyes, a decent build--slim, and a little four-pack going; great skin. I had a cute smile.
What I had was not as good as what Jason had--including all six inches of Kyle Junior. I was sure that, because Jason had me beat in height (I'm 5-10, and he's 6-1), he'd have a cock that would put mine to shame. I was hoping, anyway. But I did like what I had, and I thought of myself as above-average looking.
My heart pounded as to how little ol' me was going to get to first base with big, straight, sexy Jason. I never did anything with guy or girl, but I was eager to wing it for Jason. And I was willing to die trying--as long as it was a quick death.
Deep down, though, I knew it wasn't just lust, I really felt love for Jason. I thought, if we got together and anything happened to him, I would take care of him for the rest of my life. My dad was doing that for his sister, so I knew what that was about.
Then came a moment of panic. What if I DID have to shower with Jason?
Oh, God--here I was thinking about showering with the sexiest kid in town, picturing myself standing naked, practically toe-to-toe with the man of my dreams--and I'm acting like it's punishment. The point was that if I showered with him, I'd throw a bone seeing him naked, then Jason would know I wanted him. I shook my head to clear it.
It was time for me to hop on my bike and get there, so I would have to deal with the shower problem the best I could if it came up. My dick came up, and stayed up--in spite of the fact that I was riding my bike--and I was so glad I wore a jock.
"Hello, Kyle. Come in," Jason's dad said, greeting me at the door.
"Thank you, Mr. Weller," I said.
"It's Don. Please call me that."
"Ok, sure. Where's Jason?"
"His mom sent him out for Egg McMuffins."
"Wow, Egg McMuffins, they're my favorite!"
"Yes, Jason said they were."
Now I was starting to get creeped out over this. How did Jason know about me and Egg McMuffins?
"Good morning! Please, sit down, Kyle," Mrs. Weller said.
We didn't have much time for chit chat because Jason came bounding in the door a minute later. He had a huge smile on his face, and looked like he was so happy to see me--like we were long lost brothers, or something. I played it up likewise, so as not to arouse any questions in his parents' minds.
"Kyle!" Jason practically shouted, grinning ear to ear, "How ya been buddy? Good to see you!"
"Jason, hey! Same here. This is so cool." I stood up and smiled. We shook hands. He looked gorgeous as hell, and my cock definitely approved. My heart pounded so bad, I wanted the tension over with.
In my mind, I wanted to say, 'I just wanna fuck you--the hell with everything else.' Actually that was weird, because in all my Jason sex fantasies, I sucked him part way, then he fucked me --so I don't know why it came to me that I would fuck him. I'd be glad to do it, though--probably only in my dreams.
"C'mon, lets eat," Jason said. "We'll get these egg-muffins down, and then mom's gonna make pancakes." He was just so cute, so smooth, so self-assured. You couldn't help admiring him.
"Pancakes? I love 'em. Thanks!" Pancakes were another favorite, but I didn't dare ask how he knew, or say anything further on that score. "Thanks Mrs. Weller."
"You're welcome, Kyle."
"The pancakes--I know you'll like 'em, Kyle."
Maybe that was the key! If they were aliens, they would drug the pancakes to make it easier to capture me.
"That's all he's talked about for days, now," Jason's mom said, "Kyle this, and Kyle that, and Kyle likes Egg McMuffins. You must be a special boy, Kyle."
Oh, my GOD! If my cock got any harder, it would break the jock, I thought. Then I felt sorry for Jason, who was now blushing redder than I was. Still, how did he know. And more important-- why?
"Well, thanks for going to all the trouble," I said, looking to Mrs. Weller, then to Jason. I looked Jason right in the eye and said, "You didn't have to do this for me." Then I got brave and gave Jason a big warm Southern smile. "But, it feels really good that you did. Thanks." At the end, I looked away and smiled at his mom. I felt I properly thanked both of them.
Jason smiled. Some far-away part of me that belonged to a touchier, feelier universe was telling me I should have hugged him. Yeah--hugged him and groped him right in front of his parents--I could see it now.
"Well, that's a good boy, Kyle," Mr. Weller said, "You just dig in. You have a big day ahead of you." I couldn't think why he was saying that, then I realized I'd said 'Thanks.'
'Big day ahead of me?' I thought. I must have looked panicked, because Jason jumped right in.
"Yeah, Kyle--I thought we'd bike up Cobb's trail, then come back here and swim, then do my new video game--I got Galactic Doom Warriors. Later, we could shoot baskets, or swim again."
I was relieved in one way--there was nothing really weird planned. In another way I had so many questions I didn't dare ask. Why Cobb's trail? That was a hard and isolated, uphill, winding path. Why go all the way back to Jason's house to swim? There was a really fine pond at the top of the hill where Cobb's trail ended. And, although Jason had the latest game, the weather was so beautiful--why go indoors on such a great day?
"Sounds good to me, Jason." I thought it would be too corny to add, 'As long as you're there, I'm sure we'll have fun,' but that's what I felt. The torture, pain, and distraction of seeing Jason's face, bare arms, and bare legs was heaven, even though it was taking its toll on me. As I sat next to him, even not looking at him, my body was keenly aware of his presence--it was like a sixth sense.
Then there was this awkward silence as we ate. Once in a while I'd look at Jason, or he'd look at me. We kept doing that, and smiling goofy smiles at each other. Finally, we just burst out laughing. The food came close to shooting out my nose.
"What are you boys laughing about?" Jason's mom said, just like all mom's do.
We couldn't stop laughing. Jason just blushed. I knew the answer: We were just nervous--feeling uncomfortable being suddenly so close to each other, after never being close at all. Laughter was the relief. Adults don't understand that, usually.
"Shirley, let them be! They're just boys behaving like all kids do at that age. Remember?" Jason's dad said.
This seemed to silence Mrs. Weller. But not for long.
"I'm so glad you boys are the best of friends," she said, "That way, Don and I won't feel guilty going out to the craft show today. We'll be back before nine, though."
"No problem," I said--excited but totally baffled.
"Yeah," Jason whispered to me, "don't tell your mom my parents went out."
"Ok," I whispered back to him. This was getting more interesting by the minute.
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Jason had to slow down for me. I don't know if it was my bike, or that I needed more sleep, but it was hard keeping up with him.
"I don't mind slowing down," Jason said, "Are you okay, Kyle?"
"Me? Oh, yeah. I just--to tell the truth I could use more sleep. Last night I--"
"Hey, no sweat! We can take a nap on this ledge I found. No one goes up there--it's in the woods--totally deserted."
"Jason, do you WANT to take a nap?" I said, as we reached the top and we both got off our bikes.
Jason's eyebrows sort of scrunched up in a really cute way and he said, "Well . . . why not, Kyle? If you need a nap, that's good enough for me. We're friends, right?"
"Sure," I said, gulping, wondering if I had maybe woken up on the alien planet, a slightly warped duplicate of the real world.
"Kyle--can we swim, first?" Jason asked.
"Oh, yeah, I'm hot! I'm sure you are, too," I said. Then it hit me how that sounded.
"Yeah," Jason said with his big smile. "I knew you were hot."
It took me a second, but I thought about how that sounded, too. It felt like I was getting all the right signals . . . but, no-- I was looking in his eyes when he said that. No way did he mean it to say I was cute. Besides, Jason didn't hardly sweat, but I was sweating tons, so it made sense that he knew I was hot.
"Jason--did you change your mind?" I said.
"Change my mind?"
"Yeah--I thought you wanted to go back to your house to swim."
"Oh--oh, yeah, Kyle--I uh--I thought we could do BOTH. Is that ok?"
"Hey, no problem. Fine with me, buddy." I watched his eyes when I said 'buddy' and I thought his smile got a little bigger. Something of mine got a little bigger, I knew that for sure.
There was no one else up at the top of Cobb's trail. We stripped to our swimsuits. I wanted us to strip naked, but that wouldn't work for Jason, I was positive.
Jason had on this incredible white outfit--shirt and shorts. And when he took his shorts off, he uncovered dazzling white Speedo's. And the white showed off every line and bulge of his dick.
I loved white just for that reason. And I wore black just for that reason.
"You like 'em?" Jason said, looking down at himself.
It sounded like he said, 'You like him?' referring to his dick. And I was thinking, 'Oh yeah. I love him. Show me more.'
"Yeah," I said, "They look hot." I started to get nervous.
"I got 'em just for today," Jason said.
"I love them!" I said, getting more nervous but very daring, and sliding my finger on the fabric near his hip. "They FEEL good too." And I thought, 'And if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to get a feel of Jason Junior.'
Thank God for the jock! My dick hurt and I knew I needed to cum, really bad.
We swam in the cool water and played some grab-ass, but neither of us grabbed anything really interesting. It was more like a rough game of tag. We both had fun. I was about to call for a break and take a nap, when Jason spoke up, first.
"Hey, Kyle--you tired yet?"
"Yeah! Did you read my mind?"
"Just your body language."
As we got out of the water I stared at Jason's cock--the outline was so clear through his wet Speedo's. I think I drooled.
We grabbed our towels, and in seconds we were dry enough, and hiked a short way into the woods. Soon, we were lying down together on the ledge Jason had discovered. It was a little narrow. I was facing toward Jason, and he was facing away from me. Soon, he turned and looked at me--a worried look.
"I gotta tell ya something, Kyle." His eyes went down as he said it.
"Sure," I said, all friendly-like.
"No, Kyle--something really heavy--important. I'm in trouble."
"Okay, Jason. I feel for you. Sounds like a secret." I gulped.
"Yeah."
"Jason, I promise never to tell."
"Kyle--fuck, I don't know how to say this. I was with Peter Billings behind the bleachers. We skipped fourth period. Mr. Jensen was going to suspend both of us. That's when I said it wasn't Peter's fault because I led him out there and came on to him, and I . . . I was blowing him. I didn't want Peter to be suspended or get in trouble because of what I did. You're gonna find out Monday, anyway, so I thought--"
Things clicked right away. My heart went heavy. Jason was suddenly being my friend because he would have no friends left when he returned to school, probably, so he needed me. Peter was on the varsity football team. The rest of the guys would kill Jason if they found out Peter, the star end, got in trouble because of something Jason did. I took a deep breath.
"It's okay, Jason. It's no problem. I'll be your friend, no matter what." With the sudden change of events and swirling thoughts in my head, I felt sick to my stomach.
"No shit, Kyle? Even though I'm--you know, gay?"
"No shit, Jason. Relax. I know there's gay people in the world, and I know you're a good person. But, Peter Billings, jeez! He's the leading tight end on he team. You could be in real deep shit if--"
"Yeah. And I was damn lucky! Jensen was so cool about it. He cut Peter AND me a break. Jensen's leaving Peter totally out of this. He said he would just bend the truth and tell my folks that I was paper-wadding the ceiling in the boys room. But if it ever happened again, he'd have to nail me. So Peter's in the clear, and you know damn well he won't tell anyone!"
It took all I had to focus on what Jason was saying. I was happy for him it wouldn't be as bad as I'd first thought, but by then, I was crying.
One of Jason's hands went consolingly to my head, the other held my shoulder. "Kyle! Hey--what's up?"
"You shithead," I said shaking with weakness and anger, "I thought--I mean----I'm gay, too. Goddammit! I thought you wanted me, I thought today would be--that we could . . . aw, SHIT!"
"Kyle, no--no, don't! I WANT you, numb nuts! Couldn't you tell? All the stuff I found out about you so we could have your favorite foods?" Jason said, rolling me on to my back.
I was stunned. I saw the sincerity in his eyes. Something warm and glowing came out of those eyes. Then tears. Then a long silence. His tears dropped on my chest. But doubt lingered inside me--and disappeared when beautiful Jason put his hand softly on my swollen package and said something about love.
"Oh, God, Jason!"
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EROTIC DREAMS - Number 2 - Kyle and Jason
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