lukeyboy1974
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- Nov 22, 2012
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Hello everyone. I'm new here and have a sort of request/confession. I'm not sure where I should post this as it is a deeply personal thing for me but I need to talk about it with understanding people and if any authors decide to write a story based on this I would be honored.
I am 38 and everyone thinks I'm straight but I keep having a gay fantasy that I need to get off my chest because for obvious reasons it's not something I can tell my friends; yet it excites me so much.
I hope you are all understanding and I can get some constructive feedback and perhaps spark a conversation with some men who feel the same. I hope no one finds it offensive but please understand this is my most intimate secret.
Over the past few years I have had a recurring dream and it's one of those dreams that when I awake I wish it was true and can't stop thinking of all day.
In my dream I am alone sleeping in my house and I awake hearing some movement downstairs. I put on my dressing gown and go down stairs and as I go into my living room the door closes softly behind me and there is a strange man standing there in nothing but a pair of shiny knee length boots and a black masquerade mask.
He is slim and pale and his body is lit only by the moonlight. I can see everything about him in sharp relief, the sensual contours of his body, his skin alabaster in the moonlight with a shock of bushy black pubic hair framing his startling erection which is swaying and bouncing ever so slightly between his thighs.
Despite my fear and shock at finding a masked intruder in my home I find my eyes transfixed by the sensuality of his nudity, his slender thighs the birthmark on his left inner thigh, the fine downy fair hair covering his legs, his sensual belly button and the way the tip of his penis is like an erotic pink puckered rose of flesh. I realise my heart is racing, my stomach is doing backflips as my hands shake and I try to speak but I'm incapable of words.
He has stolen my voice and to my shock I realise my penis is so erect it hurts.
He closes the space between us quickly and pulls my dressing gown open revealing my vulnerable body and embarrassingly erect penis to his searing grey gaze.
He pulls my body to his and holds me in his arms so our bodies touch I gasp trying to speak, trying to say "no stop" but my words are stilled in my throat as he puts his finger on my lips and says "I'm not here to hurt you Luke, I'm here to teach you"
His nude body slides against my helplessly struggling nakedness.
Suddenly I find my whole mind, body and soul falling for him as he says "give up Luke, stop fighting your feelings. Only when you accept your destiny will you regain the power of speech"
With that it's like the scales have fallen from my eyes.
It's not only that I understand the implication of his words (that he has some kind of power over me that only my surrender will release me from) I open my senses to the reality of the moment.
The sensation of being naked in his arms.
How it feels for my skin to be on his and how painfully hard my penis is as his manhood slithers against my nakedness.
I realise I want him, I want him to my core but the way I want him defies all of my previous experiences. It defies logic.
I find I just need to be in his presence, as if just being in his shadow is enough. I picture myself just cleaning his room or massaging his feet and a great well of excitement courses through my body causing me to convulse against him.
With this life changing realisation I stop wriggling and struggling, I kiss his shoulder and look into his eyes and feel the tightness in my throat disappear and I whisper "I give myself to you"
With that I slowly kiss him from his mouth, neck and shoulders; and bend my knee for him as I kiss down his stomach and bury my nose in his pubes before nuzzling my nose and lips against the birthmark on his inner thigh. He swings his hips making his penis sway above me as I cling to his legs and explore every inch of his birthmark he says "now you know your destiny Luke" and I lick the tip of his manhood and cry tears of gratitude which splash on to my erect penis and glisten in the moonlight.
The End
I am 38 and everyone thinks I'm straight but I keep having a gay fantasy that I need to get off my chest because for obvious reasons it's not something I can tell my friends; yet it excites me so much.
I hope you are all understanding and I can get some constructive feedback and perhaps spark a conversation with some men who feel the same. I hope no one finds it offensive but please understand this is my most intimate secret.
Over the past few years I have had a recurring dream and it's one of those dreams that when I awake I wish it was true and can't stop thinking of all day.
In my dream I am alone sleeping in my house and I awake hearing some movement downstairs. I put on my dressing gown and go down stairs and as I go into my living room the door closes softly behind me and there is a strange man standing there in nothing but a pair of shiny knee length boots and a black masquerade mask.
He is slim and pale and his body is lit only by the moonlight. I can see everything about him in sharp relief, the sensual contours of his body, his skin alabaster in the moonlight with a shock of bushy black pubic hair framing his startling erection which is swaying and bouncing ever so slightly between his thighs.
Despite my fear and shock at finding a masked intruder in my home I find my eyes transfixed by the sensuality of his nudity, his slender thighs the birthmark on his left inner thigh, the fine downy fair hair covering his legs, his sensual belly button and the way the tip of his penis is like an erotic pink puckered rose of flesh. I realise my heart is racing, my stomach is doing backflips as my hands shake and I try to speak but I'm incapable of words.
He has stolen my voice and to my shock I realise my penis is so erect it hurts.
He closes the space between us quickly and pulls my dressing gown open revealing my vulnerable body and embarrassingly erect penis to his searing grey gaze.
He pulls my body to his and holds me in his arms so our bodies touch I gasp trying to speak, trying to say "no stop" but my words are stilled in my throat as he puts his finger on my lips and says "I'm not here to hurt you Luke, I'm here to teach you"
His nude body slides against my helplessly struggling nakedness.
Suddenly I find my whole mind, body and soul falling for him as he says "give up Luke, stop fighting your feelings. Only when you accept your destiny will you regain the power of speech"
With that it's like the scales have fallen from my eyes.
It's not only that I understand the implication of his words (that he has some kind of power over me that only my surrender will release me from) I open my senses to the reality of the moment.
The sensation of being naked in his arms.
How it feels for my skin to be on his and how painfully hard my penis is as his manhood slithers against my nakedness.
I realise I want him, I want him to my core but the way I want him defies all of my previous experiences. It defies logic.
I find I just need to be in his presence, as if just being in his shadow is enough. I picture myself just cleaning his room or massaging his feet and a great well of excitement courses through my body causing me to convulse against him.
With this life changing realisation I stop wriggling and struggling, I kiss his shoulder and look into his eyes and feel the tightness in my throat disappear and I whisper "I give myself to you"
With that I slowly kiss him from his mouth, neck and shoulders; and bend my knee for him as I kiss down his stomach and bury my nose in his pubes before nuzzling my nose and lips against the birthmark on his inner thigh. He swings his hips making his penis sway above me as I cling to his legs and explore every inch of his birthmark he says "now you know your destiny Luke" and I lick the tip of his manhood and cry tears of gratitude which splash on to my erect penis and glisten in the moonlight.
The End
