The Reality of Fantasies(Current Rating 75/100, based on 39 votes)
Mark and I had known each other for a few years now. We talked about normal ‘guy’ things: football, motorbikes and girls. As far as everyone was concerned, Mark and I had a normal teenage friendship. In fact, even Mark didn’t know that every time I looked at him an unquenchable lust surged through every fibre of my eighteen-year-old, muscular frame.
He was gorgeous! I used to lie awake at night slowly stroking my hard cock as I imagined how his smooth, tanned skin would extend all over his body. He’d let me kiss his arms and rub myself against him in those fantasies. But, sadly, fantasies they would remain – or, at least, that’s what I thought.
April arrived, as did the school Easter holidays. Mark, a couple of friends and I had booked to spend a weekend together in a holiday resort – it promised to be two days of swimming, water-sports and drinking. When we arrived, we headed straight for the pool. Mark looked amazing in his swimming shorts; I ‘accidentally’ brushed past him and felt his bulge with the back of my hand. It was big. I jumped in the deep-end quickly to hide the activity going on in my own shorts.
That night we stayed up all playing cards and drinking – life was good. We headed to our rooms at about 2am. Mark and I were sharing one room, the other two were in another. Mark started to get changed. ‘Look now if you want to see me naked’ he joked. I put on my best impression of disgust: ‘as if!’
Lying there in the same room as him brought back all the fantasies I’d been having. I shut my eyes and saw his beautiful cock before me – man, I needed to wank! ‘Hey Mark’, I said in a light tone, ‘you gonna tell me what you think about when you wank then?’ This was it – sink or swim. I felt a flush of embarrassment that I’d even asked; what if he just told me to fuck off?! What if he realised how I felt? He’d tell everyone that I’m a ‘queer’, that I try to fuck them when they sleep. Oh shit.
But, instead, he laughed quietly. ‘That’d be telling’, he said. ‘But I promise it’s something good’.
That was it – the door in I needed. ‘Tell me about it’, I pleaded. ‘Then I’ll tell you mine.’
He let out a long sigh. Then, finally, he said, ‘she’s gorgeous. She has long blonde hair, perfect tits and a beautiful shaved pussy.’ I was pretty sure it was the alcohol talking – he’d never normally talk like this. ‘She likes to lick, suck and be fucked – luckily for me.’ Breaking the silence of the room was a regular movement of Mark’s duvet – he was wanking. I got butterflies in my stomach and felt my cock grow firm.
‘Does she jack you off?’ I asked, climbing slowly out of my bed and heading towards his.
‘Yeah’. He was wanking harder.
‘Does she suck your cock slowly?’ I was now at the end of his bed and lifted the corner of his duvet.
‘Yeh’, he moaned.
I climbed on to his bed and took his cock into my trembling hand. He shuddered slightly at my touch. Then I put it into my mouth. I licked the wetness off the end of it and wanked it gently with one hand as it went in and out of my mouth. He let out sighs and moans of pleasure. Then I licked the rim of the head and allowed it to push right back into my mouth. ‘Oh yeh’, he encouraged.
It was as big as I had imagined, perhaps even bigger, and perfectly formed. Despite the darkness, I could tell that the skin was smooth and tanned. I allowed my hands to explore the body I had worshipped for so long. His body was surprisingly muscular, despite his skinniness. I took my shirt off and he copied me, then he reached over and guided my boxers off; my near-bursting cock bounced up like a caged-animal released into the wild – finally it was free!
I pushed my chest against his and held him tightly, feeling our cocks meeting for the first time. He rolled me over and reciprocated the favour. He kissed my cock and sucked it very gently, just as I wanted. I’ve never felt my cock so large or so excited! So much of my fantasy had come true – there was one thing left to try. I rolled him over so that my cock rested between his smooth buttocks and took his cock in my hand. ‘No’, he feebly protested’.
‘Just enjoy it’, I reassured him. I wanked him back and forth slowly until he moaned with pleasure. Then I took one finger and gently fingered him. His back arched with the new sensation and my hands started to work faster and faster. He was about to cum, I knew it. I pushed him onto his back and slid my mouth back over his cock. ‘Yes’ he cried, as he swelled inside my mouth and I allowed the salty taste to remain in my mouth. ‘Wank over me’ he said.
I straddled him and wanked, as I have never wanked before. This time I needed no fantasy. Within a few seconds I sprayed his chest with my own cry of pleasure and then collapsed next to him. We headed to the shower and we rubbed each other clean under the warm soapy water – life was very good.
The next day, he didn’t mention anything about the previous night. In fact, he still hasn’t mentioned anything – but I know he thinks about it as often as I do, and I know that it won’t be the only time he makes my fantasy reality. It’s all just a question of waiting...
Author: NickUdall |
