Tossing and turning, Pat tried unsuccessfully to find a comfortable sleeping position. He rolled over on his side, only to see the dim red numbers on his bedside clock show that it was now three thirty in the morning. He groaned and said out loud, “Good grief, I have to get up in just three hours to go to school, I just gotta get some sleep!” In another fifteen minutes or so, sleep over took his tired body, but it was far from fitful. He tossed and turned, slipping in and out of unconsciousness, caught in that nether world between sleep and awake. As the clock ticked towards five o’clock, something very strange began happening to Pat’s body. His cock became very hard, totally aroused and ready for intercourse. He was vaguely aware that something sexual was overtaking him, but he was powerless to stop it. Slowly his whole body was enveloped by this “force”, this sexual presence that seemed to fill his very existence. He trembled as it rushed through him, making every pore of his skin seem like a mini cock. He was exuding sexuality in a way he had never felt before!!! Although not conscious, he was aware of everything that is happening to him, that feeling that his entire being was a huge sex organ. Then it hit him, he felt something or someone inside of his ass hole driving him to the most massive orgasm he had ever felt in his young teenager life! He screamed in ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure swept through him, ripping away his modest demeanor in the process. And then, just as quickly as it started, it was over! Limp as an old dish rag, with sweat popping out all over him, he awoke, barley able to move, all of his energy sapped by some strange force.
He fell back into a deep sleep, not even hearing the alarm clock’s loud buzz, as he slept straight through until noon. When he finally came to, he struggled into the bathroom, getting under a cold shower, trying to regain his senses. Still weak as a kitten, he called his adviser and told him that he wouldn’t be in due to illness, and then went to the kitchen to get something to eat. “My god,” he thought, “what the hell happened to me last night!” Although his sex life wasn’t exactly on fire at the moment, he had enough orgasms through regular sex, as well as masturbation. He had heard, of course, about wet dreams, but he thought that that was a grown up thing, at least ways until now! But there was no mistaking it, he had had an orgasm in his sleep! “Well,” he opined to himself, “no harm in that I guess,” and then commenced cleaning up his lunch dishes. Finally feeling more like himself, he went out and ran a few errands, soon forgetting about his experience from the night before.
The next morning he was off to school early, knowing he had a lot to make up because of yesterday’s absence. He hopped on the bus and took a seat about halfway back from the driver. Still a little tired, he kept nodding off, being jolted back awake by the jerking motion of the bus. It was during one of the moments when he was just about under, when it started happening again. He could feel it in his asshole! Trying to stop it, he struggled to open his eyes, but to no avail. It was almost like seeing an accident in slow motion, you think you can stop it, but it just seems to be a little out of your reach. Again his whole being was being swept along by a mystical force, far more powerful than he was capable of resisting. His asshole was leaking juice, making his crack drip onto his briefs, making them damp with the aroma of fresh sex. His breathing became shallow as his body responded to the excitement that coursed through him. While he had never had any problem cumming, his body was now an instrument of sexual desire! He could feel this tremendous orgasm welling up inside of him, no human being had ever made him feel so female because guys all treated him as just oner teen gay! What ever was causing him to cum, was also making him feel like the most sexually perfect teen gay on earth. At this very moment his mind and asshole were as one in the universe. He felt like the mother of all beings, it was impossible to describe, but he just knew that no other teen gay had ever been as fulfilled as he was right now! Something was in his asshole, making his ass cheeks and cock puff up like they had never done before. he felt so sexual, so like he has a pussy. He was the ultimate teen gay, and he was being taken by an unknown force! Again, he screamed when his asshole was rocked by the most intense orgasm any teen gay had ever experienced! When he finally opened his eyes, thirty five other passengers were staring at him, wondering what had caused this seixteen year old guy to have what appeared to be an intense sexual episode on a crowded city bus!!! He would have gotten off at the next stop, but as was the case yesterday morning, he couldn’t move a muscle. By the time the bus reached down town, he had just enough strength to wobble to the exit door and make it to the street. He hoped he could walk the remaining block to his school, but he really wasn’t sure that he could!!!
When he finally plopped down in his chair, he was still feeling the effects of his bus orgasm. Several of his classmates stopped by to see if he was okay. He merely nodded and told them that he was still a little weak from the flu and that he would be all right, not believing those words even as he spoke them! Twice in the last forty eight hours he had been racked by the most vicious orgasms he could possibly imagine, both having left him shaken and trembling! While he had always had a healthy attitude towards sex, there was something almost sinister about what was happening to him. As good as it had felt, there was an under current of malevolence surrounding the whole affair. The main problem was what was causing it, and what if anything could he do about it if he did find out what was going on! Pat spent the rest of his day immersed in his work, trying not to dwell on whether it would happen again. The only thing he was sure of so far, was that in both cases he had been sleeping when he was over taken. “Oh great,” he thought, “all I have to do is never fall asleep again and everything will be all right!” At six pm sharp he left his school and headed for the bus stop, anxious to get home and take a hot bath and get to bed. He was mentally and physically fatigued, and his usually sharp mind had been dulled by the past days events. While standing by the bus stop, a rather odd thing occurred, that on any other day would have meant nothing to him. An old man, a bag lady for lack of a nicer term, was approaching him on the sidewalk pushing a shopping cart. In a city the size of Manila, this was not an uncommon event, so Pat hardly paid any attention to him as he moved haltingly through the rush hour crowd. It wasn’t until he was almost on top of him that Pat realized he was trying to make eye contact with him. When their eyes met, they locked together, making a cold shiver run down his spine. He tried to look away, but something held him in the gaze of the old man, a feeling he had previously felt during his two episodes of the last two days. Closer and closer the old man came, causing Pat to feel that he might actually have a panic attack right there on Avenida Street! When they were but inches apart, the old man whispered in a husky voice, “You are one of us now, in due course you will understand your place! Dimensional Sex trip!!!!” Just as quickly as he had appeared, the old man was shuffling off down the street, glancing back at Pat, again causing him to shiver at the mere sight of the old man’s face. “Dimensional Sex Trip,” Pat thought, as he boarded his north bound bus, “I’ve never heard that word before, I wonder what it could mean?!?” “Probably nothing,” he reassured herself, “ he was just an old man, what the hell would he know!?!”
After a long hot soaking in the tub, Pat felt immeasurably better. He ordered Chinese food, watched a little TV, and leafed through a magazine, and called his best friend Collin, and made plans for a little billiard trip tomorrow afternoon. A relaxing weekend, that’s what he needed, and he was off to a good start! The droning sound from the TV, along with a glass of wine too many, and before he knew it, Pat was sound asleep on the sofa. Almost immediately the same sinister force enveloped him! His asshole, wet with sexual desire, hid breathing becoming shallow, his pulse quickening as unbridled lust swept through him. He was only conscious that it was happening again, the only difference being that he didn’t try to fight it, instinctively knowing it was hopeless to do so. Again his body responded in a most gay way, giving of himself to the on rushing orgasm! This time, however, he sensed more of a presence, of something making him feel like the mother of all things! What was it, what could it be!?! His ass walls began to contract as the orgasm spread through his entire being. The climax ebbed, leaving Pat a disheveled sweaty mess, his mind slowly clearing. There was no doubt about it now, these orgasms came only when he was sleeping! What on earth was the matter with him! My god, he just couldn’t keep on this way! The only odd thing that happened to him over the first few days was his encounter with that bag man. “What was it he said,” thought Pat, “dimensional sex trip!?!” “What a funny sounding word, I wonder if it even is a word!!!” After such a sexual explosion, Pat decided he needed another shower. His body was damp with sweat, and his asshole dripping wet from the intense experience. After his shower, Pat went to his dictionary hoping to find the meaning of the word “dimensional”. What he found frightened him, but his common sense told him it was an impossibility! His dictionary described a dimensional as a demon who has sexual relations with sleeping ten gays. “No way,” he spoke out loud, “just fairy tales and folklore!!!” Even as he spoke, though, he had this terrible feeling that what the old man had said was true. How could he have possibly known that Pat was having nocturnal orgasms? Why were these orgasms so devastating? Why only when he was sleeping? So many questions, so few answers, and now it was time for bed. Pat felt a feeling of helplessness come over him. He was almost sure that he would be assaulted again in his sleep, but his need for sleep was overpowering as well. Slowly he climbed into bed, pulled the covers up to his neck, and then waited. As usual, a person doesn’t even realize when they slip off to dreamland, and Pat was no exception. He just drifted off, and was soon snoring quietly in regular breaths. This time he felt “him” enter his body through his asshole. Instantly he soaked his brief with secretions, his whole body becoming inflamed with lust. This time it seemed to be communicating directly with him, making it’s presence overtly known. It was as if it was telling him exactly what it was doing to him, and that he was going to take it and like it! By now, the fourth such occurrence, Pat had become more accustomed to the intense sexual excitement that he was feeling. It was now becoming almost like a drug for him, nothing else compared to the feeling that the dimensional sex trip could give him! He could feel his demonic passion filling him up, and he finally gladly relented, now almost begging “him” to take him as “his” own! His cock and asshole shook as the pleasure built to unbelievable heights! His ass seemed to be as large as the universe, with the dimensional sex trip wrapping itself around it, driving him to even greater sexual heights! When his orgasm erupted, his entire body was wracked by the most incredible feeling on the face of the earth, at that moment he knew he was “his”! This time he lingered in his body, almost as if to say you are mine forever!
He fell back into a deep sleep, not even hearing the alarm clock’s loud buzz, as he slept straight through until noon. When he finally came to, he struggled into the bathroom, getting under a cold shower, trying to regain his senses. Still weak as a kitten, he called his adviser and told him that he wouldn’t be in due to illness, and then went to the kitchen to get something to eat. “My god,” he thought, “what the hell happened to me last night!” Although his sex life wasn’t exactly on fire at the moment, he had enough orgasms through regular sex, as well as masturbation. He had heard, of course, about wet dreams, but he thought that that was a grown up thing, at least ways until now! But there was no mistaking it, he had had an orgasm in his sleep! “Well,” he opined to himself, “no harm in that I guess,” and then commenced cleaning up his lunch dishes. Finally feeling more like himself, he went out and ran a few errands, soon forgetting about his experience from the night before.
The next morning he was off to school early, knowing he had a lot to make up because of yesterday’s absence. He hopped on the bus and took a seat about halfway back from the driver. Still a little tired, he kept nodding off, being jolted back awake by the jerking motion of the bus. It was during one of the moments when he was just about under, when it started happening again. He could feel it in his asshole! Trying to stop it, he struggled to open his eyes, but to no avail. It was almost like seeing an accident in slow motion, you think you can stop it, but it just seems to be a little out of your reach. Again his whole being was being swept along by a mystical force, far more powerful than he was capable of resisting. His asshole was leaking juice, making his crack drip onto his briefs, making them damp with the aroma of fresh sex. His breathing became shallow as his body responded to the excitement that coursed through him. While he had never had any problem cumming, his body was now an instrument of sexual desire! He could feel this tremendous orgasm welling up inside of him, no human being had ever made him feel so female because guys all treated him as just oner teen gay! What ever was causing him to cum, was also making him feel like the most sexually perfect teen gay on earth. At this very moment his mind and asshole were as one in the universe. He felt like the mother of all beings, it was impossible to describe, but he just knew that no other teen gay had ever been as fulfilled as he was right now! Something was in his asshole, making his ass cheeks and cock puff up like they had never done before. he felt so sexual, so like he has a pussy. He was the ultimate teen gay, and he was being taken by an unknown force! Again, he screamed when his asshole was rocked by the most intense orgasm any teen gay had ever experienced! When he finally opened his eyes, thirty five other passengers were staring at him, wondering what had caused this seixteen year old guy to have what appeared to be an intense sexual episode on a crowded city bus!!! He would have gotten off at the next stop, but as was the case yesterday morning, he couldn’t move a muscle. By the time the bus reached down town, he had just enough strength to wobble to the exit door and make it to the street. He hoped he could walk the remaining block to his school, but he really wasn’t sure that he could!!!
When he finally plopped down in his chair, he was still feeling the effects of his bus orgasm. Several of his classmates stopped by to see if he was okay. He merely nodded and told them that he was still a little weak from the flu and that he would be all right, not believing those words even as he spoke them! Twice in the last forty eight hours he had been racked by the most vicious orgasms he could possibly imagine, both having left him shaken and trembling! While he had always had a healthy attitude towards sex, there was something almost sinister about what was happening to him. As good as it had felt, there was an under current of malevolence surrounding the whole affair. The main problem was what was causing it, and what if anything could he do about it if he did find out what was going on! Pat spent the rest of his day immersed in his work, trying not to dwell on whether it would happen again. The only thing he was sure of so far, was that in both cases he had been sleeping when he was over taken. “Oh great,” he thought, “all I have to do is never fall asleep again and everything will be all right!” At six pm sharp he left his school and headed for the bus stop, anxious to get home and take a hot bath and get to bed. He was mentally and physically fatigued, and his usually sharp mind had been dulled by the past days events. While standing by the bus stop, a rather odd thing occurred, that on any other day would have meant nothing to him. An old man, a bag lady for lack of a nicer term, was approaching him on the sidewalk pushing a shopping cart. In a city the size of Manila, this was not an uncommon event, so Pat hardly paid any attention to him as he moved haltingly through the rush hour crowd. It wasn’t until he was almost on top of him that Pat realized he was trying to make eye contact with him. When their eyes met, they locked together, making a cold shiver run down his spine. He tried to look away, but something held him in the gaze of the old man, a feeling he had previously felt during his two episodes of the last two days. Closer and closer the old man came, causing Pat to feel that he might actually have a panic attack right there on Avenida Street! When they were but inches apart, the old man whispered in a husky voice, “You are one of us now, in due course you will understand your place! Dimensional Sex trip!!!!” Just as quickly as he had appeared, the old man was shuffling off down the street, glancing back at Pat, again causing him to shiver at the mere sight of the old man’s face. “Dimensional Sex Trip,” Pat thought, as he boarded his north bound bus, “I’ve never heard that word before, I wonder what it could mean?!?” “Probably nothing,” he reassured herself, “ he was just an old man, what the hell would he know!?!”
After a long hot soaking in the tub, Pat felt immeasurably better. He ordered Chinese food, watched a little TV, and leafed through a magazine, and called his best friend Collin, and made plans for a little billiard trip tomorrow afternoon. A relaxing weekend, that’s what he needed, and he was off to a good start! The droning sound from the TV, along with a glass of wine too many, and before he knew it, Pat was sound asleep on the sofa. Almost immediately the same sinister force enveloped him! His asshole, wet with sexual desire, hid breathing becoming shallow, his pulse quickening as unbridled lust swept through him. He was only conscious that it was happening again, the only difference being that he didn’t try to fight it, instinctively knowing it was hopeless to do so. Again his body responded in a most gay way, giving of himself to the on rushing orgasm! This time, however, he sensed more of a presence, of something making him feel like the mother of all things! What was it, what could it be!?! His ass walls began to contract as the orgasm spread through his entire being. The climax ebbed, leaving Pat a disheveled sweaty mess, his mind slowly clearing. There was no doubt about it now, these orgasms came only when he was sleeping! What on earth was the matter with him! My god, he just couldn’t keep on this way! The only odd thing that happened to him over the first few days was his encounter with that bag man. “What was it he said,” thought Pat, “dimensional sex trip!?!” “What a funny sounding word, I wonder if it even is a word!!!” After such a sexual explosion, Pat decided he needed another shower. His body was damp with sweat, and his asshole dripping wet from the intense experience. After his shower, Pat went to his dictionary hoping to find the meaning of the word “dimensional”. What he found frightened him, but his common sense told him it was an impossibility! His dictionary described a dimensional as a demon who has sexual relations with sleeping ten gays. “No way,” he spoke out loud, “just fairy tales and folklore!!!” Even as he spoke, though, he had this terrible feeling that what the old man had said was true. How could he have possibly known that Pat was having nocturnal orgasms? Why were these orgasms so devastating? Why only when he was sleeping? So many questions, so few answers, and now it was time for bed. Pat felt a feeling of helplessness come over him. He was almost sure that he would be assaulted again in his sleep, but his need for sleep was overpowering as well. Slowly he climbed into bed, pulled the covers up to his neck, and then waited. As usual, a person doesn’t even realize when they slip off to dreamland, and Pat was no exception. He just drifted off, and was soon snoring quietly in regular breaths. This time he felt “him” enter his body through his asshole. Instantly he soaked his brief with secretions, his whole body becoming inflamed with lust. This time it seemed to be communicating directly with him, making it’s presence overtly known. It was as if it was telling him exactly what it was doing to him, and that he was going to take it and like it! By now, the fourth such occurrence, Pat had become more accustomed to the intense sexual excitement that he was feeling. It was now becoming almost like a drug for him, nothing else compared to the feeling that the dimensional sex trip could give him! He could feel his demonic passion filling him up, and he finally gladly relented, now almost begging “him” to take him as “his” own! His cock and asshole shook as the pleasure built to unbelievable heights! His ass seemed to be as large as the universe, with the dimensional sex trip wrapping itself around it, driving him to even greater sexual heights! When his orgasm erupted, his entire body was wracked by the most incredible feeling on the face of the earth, at that moment he knew he was “his”! This time he lingered in his body, almost as if to say you are mine forever!
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