Dream

He stands by the side of the bed, moving languidly. The light from the bedside lamp throws his torso into sharp contrast as he pulls me up to the side of the bed and spreads my legs apart. He smiles, and grips my testicles with his hand at the neck of my scrotum, pulling them lightly. "Soon," he whispers.

I awake with a start, sharply sitting up in bed. The bedclothes are cold with the sweat I'm covered in, and I shiver slightly as goosebumps rise on my skin and my nipples harden. My erection makes a tent in the covers, and I stare down at it as I try desperately to remember the details of the dream I've been having for the last few weeks.

Something about it...it can't just be a normal dream; I keep thinking about it all the time. It's always the same, the mysterious man, the circumstances...and I always awaken at the same spot.

I glance at the alarm clock and its blurry red numbers glare back at me. 7:48. I want to sleep, but the sheets are all soaked with sweat and it would be like lying in a pool of urine. I go ahead and get up, hop in the shower, and start my day.

All day long I'm thinking about it. It won't go away - the feeling, the thought. Something about the man in the dream kept coming back. What were we doing? Who is he? Is it some weird Freudian thing? I try to remember more details but can't - I can't even remember what he looks like or where we are in the dream. There's definitely a sexual undercurrent but beyond that I don't know anything about it.

It's Friday, and I fall asleep watching TV. I'm dreaming about work, some people from high school, when the scene changes radically, like I've been pulled somewhere else. The room is dim, and he's there. I'm a little conscious and I make it a point to look at him in the dim light. All I can make out is the outline of his torso, muscular and firm.

I begin to take off my clothes, and now that I'm naked, lie on the bed, waiting for him. He comes to me and reaches for my groin again. I feel the warmth of his hands envelop my balls, his fingers languidly manipulating them. My cock slowly hardens and lengthens.

For the first time, he reaches for my dick, taking it with the other hand. He grasps it at the base and squeezes slightly with his fingers, enough that he can feel the firm tissue through the softer skin.

"Watch," he whispers, and, still fondling my testicles, waves his other hand over my groin. As it passes, the hair in my crotch is gone, my erect cock now bare, like a boys'. He palms his hand square in the middle of my chest and pushes me back down on the bed, pulling me into the now familiar position. I stare up into the blackness above, and only feel as he grasps my manhood at the base of my scrotum. I feel his breath, hot and damp in my ear. "Soon."

I awaken to golf on the TV, my half-hard cock glued to my underwear by the load I evidently dumped last night. I look down at myself in the shower, the thin line of hair leading from my navel down to the bush at my groin, and lather it up. The razor makes short work of the hair there, and ten minutes later it matches the dream, smooth and bare.

The feeling of it in my pants as I dress is unusual. It feels good, different. I like it. I will keep it this way.

Later at the hardware store I spy him. I'm sure it's the guy from the dream. I'm trying not to stare, looking at him out of the corner of my eye. He's muscular, about the same size, smooth face, black hair...good looking. He's not looking my way, but at a woman...his wife? She's coming up to him and they talk and smile, and walk on together. It can't be him. They pass me by without a second thought.

At a restaurant that night it happens again, and then later at the club. I think someone is him, but he never is. My friends see that I'm distracted as ask what the deal is, but I just shake my head and say, "Nothing."

I'm on the bed again, my balls in his hands. I'm nearing waking and hope not to - I want to stay asleep; I want to find out what happens. I'm staring into the blackness above and feel his breath come to my ear as he grips my balls. "Soon," comes the whisper, but instead of waking, I stay in the dream. "Soon they will belong to me."

I come to in the puddle of sweat again. It's the middle of the night according to the alarm clock. I try to sleep in the cold wetness but the attempt is futile. I get up and dry myself off, then lay above the blanket until morning, thinking. What would belong to him? This dream has to mean something, it just can't be some reoccurring thing. I reach down to stroke myself absentmindedly and my fingers brush up against my scrotum.

My balls. That has to be it. But how would my balls belong to him? How would they belong to anybody but me? Is it some domination thing? I think to myself...maybe I have a hidden submissive side or something...no, that can't be it. This is driving me insane.

Work races by but I do nothing. Trees to plant, hedges to trim, lawns to water. I barely notice the heat, nor do I catch subversive glances at the hunky college kid assigned to work with me that day. "You okay?" he asks me. "You look kinda out of it."

"Huh? Yeah, I'm okay," I answer him.

"You sure?" His eyes go to the holly bush I was trimming. I look down at it and see that I've picked every berry off the plant and littered the mulch beneath with them.

The feelings are more intense now. His grip on my scrotum is firm, his strong hand holding my balls fast in his grip. His breath in my ear, his voice hoarse. "Soon," comes the whisper. "They will be mine."

Unexpectedly, I answer him. "They are yours."

He smiles and stands back in the darkness. I still gaze upward, unable in the dream world to will myself to look at him. I feel him probing around, then slide in, slowly, gently. My will to move is gone; I simply lay there as he has his way with me. He keeps his grip on my balls as he slides in and out. I've never felt like this before - I am paralyzed with pleasure, with the mental state, with my admission.

When I awake it is as if a weight is lifted from my shoulders. The simple fact has been planted in my mind and suddenly the dream makes sense. My cock is stuck to the sheet with another cold dry load of spew; I toss it in the washing machine before I leave for work.

I'm working with the college kid again. We hop in the truck and head to today's job. It's some house on the outskirts of town, a big place with a large brick wall surrounding it. I've never been there before.

We pull in and get our equipment out to start working. The day is hot; we pull off our shirts to let the sweat evaporate off our backs. He stays out front to work on the bushes and hedge surrounding the driveway; I go around back to tend to the fruit trees. The apples have had a good year but too many have bloomed; I pull off a few in the larger bunches so the others can get larger later in the year. They're small and firm, the size of ping pong balls and as smooth.

I stop for a moment and take a slug of water, noticing that the back door is open. I pause for a moment. This place seems familiar somehow, the door inviting. I can feel a cool breeze coming from the house, beckoning me towards it.

I walk toward the house in a daze. The cool air makes my nipples harden, and the tightness on my chest causes my cock to erect, pitching a tent in my loose shorts. I step inside, and my eyes adjust to the darkness.

"Welcome," a familiar voice comes from the darkness.

I say nothing; I know who it is. I knew who it would be before I came inside, before I got out of the truck. I go to him and he embraces me in the darkness. His bare skin rubs against mine; his cock presses against my jeans. "I...I have come to give you what's yours," I whisper.

"And I shall take it," he replies. He turns and walks off into the dark house. I follow into a room somewhere in the interior, unbuckling my belt and pulling off my shoes and jeans along the way. My sense of direction has gone; it's like I have stepped from reality into the dreamworld.

I see the bed and lay on it. It's warm, like someone has just been here, and when he takes my balls in his hand it feels comfortable, familiar. He bends over me and kisses me lightly on the mouth. Like a cornered mouse, I am frozen, but in ecstasy, not fear. He rolls my (his) testicles around in their pouch, lazily moving them around in his fingers. "They are large," he mutters. "They will look good with the others."

I simply stare at the blackness where the ceiling surely is. He never lets go, but pulls them away from my body. My cock now points horizontally between my legs. I never see as he does it, only feel a slight breath on the neck of my scrotum and then the wet slap as my cock, still hard, snaps back and hits my belly.

Again I feel his grip, this time at the base of my erection. He is pinching the base of my cock, pressing into the firmness of its center. Again, the quick cool breath, and then I can no longer feel his hand, or my erection.

Soon enough I feel his, making slow circles around the outside of the only sexual organ I have left. I feel the warm wetness of his cock, the pressure at my rectum, then the rapid expansion as he slides in.

I awaken with a start as the truck starts up. The kid is in the driver's seat and the truck is pulling away from the house. "You okay?" he asks. "You were out for a good ten minutes."

"What happened?" I ask, groggy and blinded by the sunlight.

"You passed out back there. I found you lying out back in a faint. Drink some of that water." He gestures to a canteen in the cup holder, which I drink from greedily. "I was done, though, and it looked like you were, so I figured we should just head back. Heatstroke sucks, dude."

"Yeah..." I said, my voice trailing off as I stare out the window. I know that this time it wasn't a dream, but put my hand on my pants anyway, covertly pressing against my groin just to be sure. I felt...nothing. Just the jeans on my bare, smooth, groin, and the slightest hint of a lump where my penis had been.

A crappy song comes on the radio and the kid turns it down, attempting to make conversation. "You ever had one of those dreams you just can't shake?" he asks.

"Oh, yeah," I answer.

He says nothing for a moment, then continues. "I've had the weirdest dream lately..."