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If Only In My Dreams

By Chris Carr

©1999

My dick has a mind of its own. I'm not kidding! Here lately, it seems any and everything can get it hard. The sheets, my boxers, anything brushing against it, and boing! I try jacking it off, but that doesn't help. No sooner I spurt a load, I'm horny again. I jacked off nine times yesterday!

I have to admit it though, I like the way it feels in my hand. The head gets all pinkish red, and leaks a lot whenever it jumps hard. And the skin is so soft, it feels like velvet. Nothing thrills me like holding it, caressing it, and stroking it. They say that the real joy of a trip is the journey there and that seems true for me and my dick. Yeah, I love the way it feels when that baby shoots, but it's twice as fun getting there.

I'm half Puerto Rican (on my mother's side) and half Black (on my dad's side) and, I've been told, it makes for quite a good-looking combination. My dick is rather big, so I guess my dad had something to do with that. It stands about 7 inches from my groin, and I'm not exaggerating. It literally stands! It's cut, and the shaft is thick but the head is wider. I like that because it makes for extra sensitivity when my fingers run across that soft ridge around it.

When I'm here in my room, laying in my bed naked, I just let my mind wander and recall all the things I've done or would like to do. Especially the things I'd like to do! The warmth from the covers feels like a soft cocoon and I try laying here without touching it as I daydream. My best fantasy is the one where I finally get to see that boy, Isoke's dick. We went to school together and now that I've graduated, I hardly see him anymore. He just made my dick spring hard every time I saw him. He's mixed too, half Japanese, half Black. His skin is a beautiful honey brown, and he has exotic, almond shaped eyes. If only I could've seen his dick. I bet it's big, and gets real hard. Damn, there goes my dick again!

Ok, I'm back. Almost lost it there! Told you. Where was I? Oh, Isoke. I-so-kee, that's how you say it. I was so obsessed with that boy, I wrote him an anonymous letter telling him how I'd like to suck his dick. He never mentioned it, but I get hot thinking that he might've pulled down his pants and stroked his dick till it shot, when he read it. That's one I'll never forget.

 

 

One day, just last summer, I was so hot, I decided to try something freaky. There's this big old tree in my back yard, and I used to climb up in it a lot when I was little. Its branches and leaves have really filled in now and, along with the overgrowth of foliage around the yard, it's rather secluded. I was lulling around on one of the limbs, laying on my stomach that hot summer day and, naturally, my dick got hard.

I was the only one home, so when the thought hit me, I just went with it. Raising up, I started removing my clothes. When I'd gotten completely naked, I lay back down on the limb and just let the wind blow over my body. I guess I must've been quite a sight, bare butt naked, laying on my stomach, my feet dangling in the air. That's why I like that poster for that movie, "Jungle Book" so. Jason Scott Lee clinging to that limb looks so hot. I just wish he was naked like I was.

It was like the wind was stroking my exposed body. Sometimes it would blow across the soles of my upturned feet and sometimes it would sweep across the swell of my round ass. When it would creep up between my legs and breeze across my balls, though, I'd almost loose it. But I was determined to not shoot. I wanted to just lay there and let my daydreams keep me hot until I couldn't take it anymore.

Eventually my "sextasies" got the best of me though, and I had to turn over and stroke my dick. In my fantasy, I was an ancient explorer, traveling the jungles of deepest darkest Africa. Imagining myself, perched in a tree, naked in the African jungle, I tried sensing every inch of that limb beneath my body. It was pretty hot the way its rough bark scraped across my skin. It made me feel like a rugged man, accustomed to the rough outdoors.

Then I added a little twist to my fantasy. As I imagined myself naked in that tree, I pretended that a boy warrior happened upon me in his daily hunt. Because I like boys, I imagined him to be about 14 or 15. His skin was deep dark brown and glistened with sweat. His many years spent, roving the back jungles of Africa, had carved his sinuous body into a tempting work of art. In preparation for his hunt, he'd streaked splashes of red and yellow paint across his cheekbones and down his flat nose.

Creeping through the jungle like a panther, his senses heightened when he saw me. His fierce eyes locked on mine, holding me. Curious, he shimmied up the tree, pouncing upon the limb I lay upon. Alarmed, I turned onto my back, my eyes still captivated by his as they traveled over my body, studying it. Starting at my feet, I watched as they traveled upward, amazed at the contrasting brightness of my skin color. Upward they moved, over my sensuous legs, across my thighs and onto my dick, thrusting hard from my groin. Observing its excited state, his eyes bulged, and he muttered something in his native tongue.

Crawling cat-like across the limb, he approached it. Stopping between my splayed legs, his head cocked oddly to the side as he gazed at it, astonished. Thrilled, I likewise studied his body, drinking in his sinewy chest muscles, his deep purple nipples, and his taut stomach muscles. He wore a tiger skin loin cloth, precariously tied over his about his midsection, his only article of clothing. Gazing at it, I noticed there was a prominent bulge beneath it, his jutting dick causing it to poke out. That made my dick leap harder, and he cocked his head again when it did. His hand darted out and seized it, pulling its length through his callused hands and I threw my head back, moaning loudly. He jerked his head up to look at me and, realizing his hand was making me feel good, he stroked it again.

Sticky hot precum oozed from the head, lubricating his rough hands as he stroked, drawing me closer and closer. Soon my hips were rising from the limb, thrusting my dick into his stroking hand and I knew I was real close. When I imagined him lunging to slip his mouth over my dick, I lost it, blowing my load all over my body, and onto the tree.

Opening my eyes, I surveyed the mess I'd made and instantly decided I wanted more. Cum was splattered over my stomach, on my chest, and dripping off my balls onto the limb. I laid there for most of the day, my dick hard and dripping onto that branch, creating more fantasies, holding my urgent orgasm at bay. It makes me hot just to think about it now, but I'm planning on making these feelings last all day, so I better pace myself.

 

 

The first time I had an orgasm, I thought I'd discovered something so fantastic, no one had ever heard of it. I was about eight years old at the time, and mysteriously horny. I didn't have a clue what those feelings were about, I just knew I liked looking at my hard dick and touching it. I'd taken off all my clothes and was laying on my bed, just like I do now. Slowly, I started running my hands over my body, caressing it, enjoying the sensation of my hands traveling over it.

I played with my pint sized nipples, rubbed my stomach and ran my hands over my smooth thighs. I even caressed my feet, the velvety soft texture of their soles on my hands making my dick grow even harder. I knew I wanted to just stroke my dick, but even then, I was determined to prolong it as long as I could.

When I finally did grasp my little spear in my hand, the feelings rushing over me were so intense, I found myself writhing about on the bed. Terribly excited by my stroking hand, I increased the pressure, gripping my four inches harder. Up and down its jutting hardness my hand traveled, bringing me closer and closer to… I knew not what. Twice I had to stop, the feelings were so powerful, but my insistent hand would soon return to grasp it again.

It was real weird the way it felt so good while being so sensitive at the same time. Determined to go beyond that point of extreme sensitivity, I held on tight and kept stroking. When that orgasm hit me, I was thrashing about on the bed like a mad man, moaning and groaning. Nothing came out, but at that moment, I knew I was hooked. From then on, I spent countless hours in my room, playing with my dick, learning my body. That was ten years ago, and I haven't missed a day yet.

 

 

My dick is real hard now. I'm still under the covers and I'm trying real hard not to grip it in my hand. When I was about 13, I found that if I lifted the covers tight above my body, I could rake my dick across the sheets and get a new sensation. I'm doing that now and it's so fucking hot! Ummm! When I… umm… push my hips up…oooh… like this… Damn! I wish you could see my dick! It's so hard and it's dripping a little and every time I….aaaahhhh!…. Every time I scrape it across the sheets…

 

 

When I was about 10 years old, I met this cute Filipino kid. He lived a couple of doors down from me, and we played together all the time. He must've been 10 too, but I guess because he was Asian, he was a lot smaller. I'd been jerking my dick off for almost two years by then and wanted badly to teach Phillip how to do it.

One day we were playing around in this old box someone had left in the alley. We'd dragged it into my yard and tipped it over on its side so we could crawl inside. Whatever was in that box must've been awfully big because we had room enough to climb into it and sit down across from each other.

Phillip and I liked playing doctor, so I decided to use that to introduce my new discovery. I had him lay down in the box and told him I needed to examine his wee-wee. He giggled when I said wee-wee, covering his mouth as he laughed. I unfastened his pants and pulled them and his shorts down, exposing his little dick. His dick always fascinated me because he was uncut. I envied his tiny flap of skin, snapped tight about the head of his dick.

As always, it was hard causing his foreskin to slip ever so slightly below the head. Putting on my best doctor's face, I reached out and held it in my hand. Phillip giggled again, his oval-shaped eyes dancing in the darkness of the box. Announcing that I needed to check his foreskin, I peeled it back, exposing its tiny, helmet-like head. Phillip said nothing, his thrusting groin speaking for him instead.

After a few times stroking his dick, Phillip became agitated and attempted to pull his pants up. I begged him to wait because I had a new thing to show him. He looked at me for a couple of seconds and then laid back down, allowing free access to his dick. I explained to him the wonderful feelings I'd found playing with my dick and asked if he wanted to feel them too. He readily shook his head yes and I resumed stroking his dick.

Phillip became agitated again and pushed my hand away from his dick. I finally understood that he was feeling those same, extra sensitive sensations, I'd felt that first time and explained that it gets better. Reluctantly he released my hand and I started palming his dick again. In a few minutes his face screwed up into a grimace and he was pulling at my hand again. I told him to hold on and continued rubbing his dick. His body started wiggling and his hand was more urgently trying to pull my stroking fist off his dick but then he hissed loudly and his body went real rigid. Stroking his dick in earnest now, I brought him off.

Phillip was real cute when he climaxed, his body all rigid, his feet wiggling and his dick stone hard in my hand. Once he was introduced to the new sensation, he couldn't get enough of it, insisting we play "doctor" all the time. Later we added variations to our play, both of our vivid imaginations creating more ways to bring each other off. One time we even stripped and sat groin to groin, our dicks touching as our legs straddled each other's waist. He pulled on my dick and I pulled on his until we both were exhausted. The one good thing about orgasm, pre-ejaculation, was that you didn't have to wait for the cum to build back up. As soon as we finished one orgasm, we'd head for another.

Phillip was really great and obviously as horny as I was. When he and his family moved away after that summer, I was heartbroken. I wasn't going to find another Phillip anytime soon, and I lamented loosing my first sex buddy.

 

 

Wow! Thinking about me and Phillip was really hot. My dick was really oozing as I recalled those hot days spent in that old box. You see, that's the whole game. I lay here and keep thinking about old times or fantasies until I can't take it anymore. Then I stroke my dick until it cums and start all over again. I'm getting real close to shooting this time, so I think I'll go ahead and play with it a little.

Aaaah!… My hand feels so good on my dick….I like the way the sheets feel on my body. I can feel them on my ass, my back, my legs….Getting close… I'm playing with my balls to prolong the feelings. Ooh! They're so tight now… Aaaah!… Between my legs… Ssss!…back over my balls…Damn! That feels good when I stroke my asshole!

I'm gripping my dick at the base now and dragging the leaking head across the tight sheet…Aaaah… there's that tingling feeling in my balls…Scrape, scrape, scrape…there's a trail of juice on the sheets now….Let me see if I can…Dragging it across the sheets again…Mmmmm!… Toes curling… Here it cums!!! AAAAAHHHH!

 

 

What a mess! Sure shoot a lot that first time. I like to play with my cum. My face is sort of pimply and I've heard that if you're getting sex, your face clears up, so I like to…

Scooping some up… A little here... Some here… Taste a little of it... Rub it into my body like a lotion…

 

 

My friends are always talking about how they don't jack off. I don't believe them. A boy has got to release his juices and if he ain't getting laid, he's going to jack off, it's just a fact. I tried sneaking it into a conversation with Isoke one day.

We were out on the quad talking about girls and I was hard as usual. In order to hide my erection, I'd turned onto my stomach. Isoke was so damn good looking, girls were always hitting on him. He never said anything about fucking them, though, which only added to my suspicion he's gay.

He kept talking about some girl and how he'd like to fuck her and I wanted to ask him if he jacked off so bad, but couldn't. Desperate to hear him talk about his dick, I changed the scenario and inquired what he would do if he was ever in prison. It took him a while to catch up to my segue, but he eventually informed me that if he was in jail, he'd never let any fool suck his dick.

"So what would you do when you got hot?" I insisted.

"Ain't gon' get hot," he stated.

"That's impossible. You think you can stay in prison for four years and never get hot?" Isoke considered my idea for a few minutes finally insisting that he wouldn't get hot. Not wanting to appear fixated on his sexual practices, I dropped it after that. He's insane, though. There's no way he could stay in a prison for four years and never touch his dick.

 

 

I'm so obsessed with jacking off, I look for opportunities to talk about it all the time. One time my friend Jake was over and it had gotten real late. We'd had a couple of beers and we were both a little buzzed. Naturally, like any red-blooded, teenage boys, we started talking about sex.

Jake is a year younger than me (I was 15 at the time) and slightly chubby, but not real noticeable. His face is round and his cheeks always look like he's got something hidden in them. He's not really my type but I guess the liquor was diminishing his bad points that night. It wasn't long before my dick had gotten hard and I became interested in seeing his.

I kept talking to him about sex until the conversation finally led to jacking off. Hoping to provoke him, I told him that I probably jacked off three times as much as he did. He wasn't about to be outdone so I asked him how many times he did it a day. He kept trying to get me to tell him how many times I did it, but I wouldn't give. Eventually he told me he did it about three times a day.

I laughed at that and told him I did it at least six times a day and sometimes ten. He accused me of lying and that gave me an idea. Further provoking him, I insisted that I could cum faster, too. He really protested that idea and before long, I'd talked him into racing me.

Jake kind of sat there, suddenly aware that his mouth had talked him into something the rest of him wasn't quite ready to accept. I kept egging him on though, and finally we both had our dicks out. Damn! I'm getting hot again!

Jake's dick was surprisingly long for a fourteen year old. It shot from his groin almost 6 inches long. My eyes bugged out when he fished it out of his pants and he smiled, proud of his length. Instantly, my dick was dripping and raring to shoot. This was a totally unexpected delight.

Giving us an informal countdown, I started stroking my dick in earnest, my eyes fastened on his pole. Jake slid his hand up and down his leaking rod, determined to bring his off first. Amazingly, his eyes were fastened on my dick, too. They never wavered the entire time and that just made me hotter. Jake Solomon was staring at my dick as he stroked his!

He popped off first, strings of cum leaping from the angry head of his dick as he hissed. The sight of his dick spurting its juices was all I needed to join him. Groaning loudly, I felt my own dick swell in my hand, it's liquids squirting out the pee-slit and onto my T-shirt.

Jake quickly zipped up after that and left. I hadn't even zipped my pants as he flung the door to my room open, washing my deflating dick in the light from the back porch. Thank God I've got that exit from my room straight to the back yard, my folks would've gotten an eyeful if he'd opened the door that leads to the house!

 

 

Guess what? My dick is hard again. Jake's dick! I couldn't believe it. It was so hard. So long. And it shot off like a cannon. My dick isn't aching to shoot so bad this time, though. It's just real hard and dripping again. Maybe if I think about Jake's dick again…Yeah! It's getting real hard, now.

It would've been great to suck that baby. Feel its hardness in my mouth…Whip my tongue around that fat head… Hear him moaning… Begging me to make him shoot…Shit! My dick is really dripping now…I'm rubbing the slickness around the head…. Aaaah….Fuck my mouth, Jake!…Such a hard dick…Stroking mine…Juices running out…

Hey! I've got an idea!!

 

 

To be continued…

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