Spring Awakening
I can feel it’s happened again, the same dream. It always feels this real, I open my eyes and I take in my surroundings, it´s the same room. It’s always the same room, I look down at myself, it’s always the same body, the same boy. I touch my face and smile, it’s always the same beautiful face, and it’s all mine, at least, for as long as the dream lasts.
I can tell he’s a lot younger, even the first time it’s happened, it’s the smell, it’s invigorating, takes me back to my university days. I shut my eyes and pull the duvet over my head taking a deep whiff. I feel alive again, even this dick can tell.
I run my fingers through the head full of hair, it’s so soft and thick, the face is clean and unscarred, also very smooth, not even peach fuzz. My lips are full, I can feel them getting moist as this body reacts to my excitement, to my thirst.
Slowly, I continue to go down with my hands, vowing to explore every inch of this body, to feel all its textures. I don’t ever want to wake up.
The skin is delicate and soft all over with barely any body hair, just a carefully trimmed patch around the crotch area.
The arms are thin but strong, very firm. The chest is small but hard, I spend some time on the nipples, which respond to the slightest touch, and I can feel the dick twitch with every stroke, getting harder as my hands make their way down.
There are no abs in this body like the ones in mine, but the stomach is flat, and rock hard. So much potential rather than just having to be hard due to the mistakes I’ve made in the past.
In the end, I reach for the meat with these hands, if there was any meat in this body that’s where it was hiding, in the ass, a ballon made out of plump flesh. I can’t remember ever touching anything as smooth and sensitive, I push one finger inside it and I can feel the dick about to explode, then I push another one in.
Unable to prolong this any longer, I grab the dick with one hand while the other continues to play in the back. It doesn’t take long. The entire body shakes, then explodes in pleasure as I come and I scream in ecstasy, my eyes opening only to be immediately blinded by the brightest light. I’m in heaven.
In the afterglow, I lay quietly. I can feel myself drifting away, exhausted. This is usually how it ends, I dreamt my way into here and I will now dream my way out.
Except this time, the spell breaks as the bedroom door is currently kicked open. That’s never happened before. I’ve had this dream many times and I have never seen what´s on the other side of that door, let alone someone walking through it. Hell, I’m not evenn sure I’ve ever left the bed.
Startled and confused I sit up and pull the covers over me to hide away the boy's naked body. Even in my dream, I want to keep it to myself “am I still dreaming?”
“I made breakfast,” a young man says as he walks in. Still confused I can only manage to pull the covers even higher, taking them up to my chin, like a scared child.
“What are you doing? There’s nothing there I didn’t see last night,” he laughs, “unless you’ve managed to grow a second dick in the time it took me to make breakfast” he’s in his early to mid-twenties, very tall, and really handsome.
I smile awkwardly and lower my guard as he approaches the bed with a food tray in his hands, “Been up for a while, and you looked so relaxed in your sleep so I thought I’d make some food, it’s actually been ready for a while, didn’t want to wake you up, but then, you sounded quite awake just then.”
“Uhm, thanks,” I say, still struggling to make sense of what’s going on. I’ve been having this dream for over about a year, and never once had there been anyone else in it. Just me, and this body.
He puts the tray over my lap and gently kisses me on the lips, such a small gesture but I can feel this body fill up with a different kind of light, a warm glow of pure joy.
Every sensation is filled with such fantasy, and happiness, that there’s no way this isn’t a dream. So I play along.
I eat the food, toast is slightly burnt, the coffee’s bitter, the eggs are unseasoned and overcooked, but I chow everything down as if it’s the first time I’ve eaten in days.
We sit there and just talk, for what seems like hours, time’s funny in dreams. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen his face but It’s like I’ve known him for ages like I’ve slept in his arms before.
On the bedside table, a phone starts ringing, it rings for a bit before he signals at it with his head and says “are you not taking that?”.
“Oh,” I say and pick it up, still playing along, I can’t recognise the number, so I just decline the call “must be a spam call”. I put the phone down and go back to him, he smiles at me, and I pull him in for a kiss then I just hug him and stay there for a second “I really don’t want to wake up.”
“It does feel like a dream, doesn’t it?” he says, making me realise I’ve spoken out loud, I laugh and pull away from the hug, but he pulls me back into it. I rub my cheek against his neck, and take in his smell, sweet amber.
Looking up from behind him I catch a glimpse of this face in the mirror. I’ve seen the boy’s face so many times now. I’ve had his face so many times before, yet it never felt real, not in the way that it feels right now, “Is this real?” I can feel warm tears coming down my face. A small wet patch forms on his shoulder.
He must’ve felt it as he instantly pulls me away to look at my face, “Are you okay?” he asks, brushing away the tears with his thumbs, which is useless as the tears just keep falling and falling “Hey, hey,” he holds my face up to his, so close I can feel his breath on my face, “If there is one thing in this world that is real, this is it. You and me. I know we’ve technically just met but I feel it, and I know you feel it too, and this is real.” He says and nests my head on his chest I listen to his heartbeat as he holds my head. I feel safe.
The phone rings again, I reach out to grab it, it’s the same unknown number, I’m about to answer but he pulls me in for a kiss and throws himself in bed, holding me tight, he kisses me again and again until everything is real and nothing else matters.
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