EXTRACT FOR
Other People's Dreams
(Edward James)

Jake was naked. His hair was damp and his dark, unshaved face was rugged. Undressed, his shoulders seemed broader somehow and his chest was defined and covered with a tangle of soft, dark hair. Mick let his own eyes travel further down, across the flat stomach to strong thighs and firm legs covered with softer, even hair which stopped at the ankles. His eyes looked back up to linger on the heavy, dark cock, seemingly half erect, hanging expectantly over uneven balls, the head only partly showing from beneath a smooth foreskin. No wide veins, like in the books, no circumcision like in the films. Suddenly there was no nervousness in Mick`s mind. Just excitement. This was the man he had waited for.



And the man was kind. He seemed to be letting Mick take his time and the boy appreciated this. Then, after a while he felt his towel slowly pulled from him and he was pushed back. He closed his eyes, he couldn`t look at his own penis, thinking it inadequate before Jake`s, but he could feel it grow and slide along his thigh in anticipation.



He expected to feel hot breath between his legs and grasping hands but none came. Instead he was aware of a warm kiss on the sole of his right foot. The sensation made him jolt. The first contact, the first moment of sex, he had not expected it to start there. Then the mouth was on his other foot, then his ankles. Large hands were stroking his legs, soft breath on his knees, fingers wrapped around his thighs, massaging the muscles from front to back. He smiled and knew he had been right to wait.



The kisses dipped in and out of his rippled stomach and the firm tongue drew lines of heat across his panting chest. One side then the other, always even, always fair. The mouth warmed his nipples and he felt a rush of heat through his entire body. The broad hands stroked every inch of his arms and fingers rose up to cup his head as both of his eyelids were kissed by soft lips.



He felt legs astride him and the heavy cock resting on his stomach. His hands were held and slid behind his head by stronger hands as he was moved into a willing submissiveness. He felt the tongue play with each ear, sending shivers of pleasure to his chest and he heard soft, deep breathing close to him. Then he heard a voice, a man`s voice, closer and real, whispering to him, 'you are beautiful.'



And in that moment he was, at last. He was being made to feel beautiful. He was being adored, worshipped and loved. He felt at home and safe, his heart was racing and he breathed fast but inside he felt a new, unexplored calmness.



'Just do what ever I do,' the guiding voice whispered, tending to his innocence.



His eyes still closed, he felt Jake`s lips only a breath away from his. He opened his mouth and could sense the other`s breath in his throat, mingling with his own. His own tongue reached out and met the tip of the other. Only a fraction of skin meeting a fraction of skin made his whole body tighten and everything he had been feeling in his extremities rushed to that point and erupted with a vivid, electric explosion as their mouths closed together. He was beautiful.