Dimensional Sex Trip

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!

First Sex Lesson

Mon rang the doorbell of his best friend, Sol's apartment. The door opened and Sol stood in the doorway dressed in a white sweatshirt too short for him and tight, gray slacks.

"Hey," he greeted Mon in his posh English accent, "come on in. Oh my god, you're soaked, it must really be raining hard!"

"It is," agreed Mon, taking off his raincoat and placing his umbrella by the door to dry. Sol and Mon had decided to go shopping over the weekend at the new mall downtown; they had agreed to meet at Sol's house beforehand.

"Would you like a cup of tea or something?" asked Sol, taking Mon's raincoat and hanging it up in a closet. Mon shook his head, his wet, ginger, corkscrew curls sticking to his freckled cheeks as he followed Sol through a door and down a hallway to his room.

Sol had painted the walls of his room a light blue color himself. On them were posters of his favorite rock stars and actors. Almost all the furniture was a creamy white color. As Mon entered though, he was drawn to the screen of Sol's laptop. Walking slowly over, his eyes became wide as he saw it was on a gay website.

"I just became a member," said Sol, a hint of pride in his voice. He flicked a lock of hair over his shoulder and followed his friend. Mon stared, transfixed, at the pictures of nude gays kissing, touching, and licking each other.

"Don't tell me you've never seen a naked guy before Mon," joked Sol, sitting down in front of the screen. Looking slyly up at Mon he gave a fake moan of ecstasy and licked the screen where a large picture of a hard cock was. Mon flushed slightly, becoming uncomfortable. He shook his head and said,

"I haven't."

Sol's face registered surprise; then he gave a bark of laughter.

"I almost believed you there for a second!"

Mon gave a small smile, and becoming redder stuttered, "Really Sol…. I-I've never seen… that before." His eyes traveled back to the screen.

"You've never seen anything like this on the internet?"

Mon shook his head.

"You've never seen a grown guy naked before?"

Mon shook his head.

"Have you ever had sex?!"

Mon shook his head for the third time, feeling stupid and blushing furiously. Sol's mouth hung slightly open, his eyebrows raised.

"Oh Mon, honey," he moaned sympathetically. "I feel so bad for you. I can't imagine life without sex! It would be just… hell. And you have a great body, I can't believe it!" He ran his eyes down his friend's body.

Mon flushed a bright red. He wanted to change the subject but couldn't seem to find his voice.

"Well then," Sol said briskly, "I'll just have to teach you then. Take off your clothes."

Mon stood rooted to the spot in amazement. Take off his clothes? Show his body?

"Come on Mon, don't be shy. I mean, we're best friends right?"

"Yes," Mon answered tentatively.

"And we totally trust each other, right?"

"…Yes…" Mon said again.

"So take off your clothes." Sol pointed to the middle of the room. "Right there."

He sat on the bed and looked expectantly at Mon, waiting for him to begin.

"No Sol."

"Oh my god Mon!" Sol snapped. "There's nothing to it! All you have to do is strip! Anyway, it's my duties as a best friend to teach you all you need to know. Now, come on," the last part was spoken softly, encouragingly.

"No Sol," Mon repeated.

"Damn-it Mon!" Sol sighed in exasperation, then stood up. "Then I'll go first. Watch."

Standing in the middle of the room he took off his small sweatshirt. Underneath it was his chest pointed slightly upwards and his nipples were hard and protruding. He looked at Mon pointedly before slipping out of his slacks and hooking his thumbs in the elastic of his black brief, pulling it down. He was shaved. Mon thought of his own unshaven bush and his slightly large chest for he works out every now and then and was determined more than ever that Sol wouldn't see them.

Mon lowered his eyes in modesty as his friend stood before him, stark naked. Sol turned slowly so that Mon could see all of him, running his hands down his chests and nicely curved ass.

"Stop blushing!" he snapped, fingering a nipple. "Now strip…or am I going to have to do it for you?" He took a menacing step forwards.

Not wanting to do this at all, but not wanting Sol to do it for him, Mon slowly started to strip.

Sol watched silently as Mon took off his shirt to reveal white, freckled chest that were slightly larger than his. Mon stood there, not touching his pants.

"I'm not going any further Sol," he said meekly.

"What are you…scared Mon?"

"No. I just don't want to go any further."

"Come on baby," Sol convinced. "I promise we'll take it slow at first. I'll be gentle and we'll do whatever you want."

Mon shook his head, then in one swift movement Sol was beside him and had jerked down both his jeans and his brief. Mon froze like a cornered animal and tried to reach for his pants, but Sol kicked them out of the way.

"Damn Mon, you're body is so beautiful," murmured Sol, extending a hand towards his friend's neat, black colored bush.

Mon, his eyes wide, backed away from Sol's outstretched hand and found himself up against the wall. Taking his friend by the arm, Sol eased Mon onto the bed. Then, lying beside him, he ran a hand over his friend's nipples. The puffy, pink nipples quickly hardened into tight knots of flesh under his touch as he traced around Mon's areole. Mon gave a small gasp at Sol's touch.

"Just relax Mon," Sol whispered. "Let me do you. Let me make you feel good."

Mon just moaned in answer as Sol slipped hi mouth over a nipple and began to suck, making kissing little noises, lapping over it with his tongue, nibbling with his teeth.

After a few moments he raised his head to kiss Mon gently on the lips. He did it again, harder, and this time felt Mon kiss his back. Sol then thrust his tongue inside Mon's mouth; Mon hesitantly followed his example. Mon made a little noise of protest and stirred under him.

"You're doing fine honey," Sol whispered, leaving Mon's mouth and kissing between his breasts, moving steadily downwards. Mon, who knew what was coming, attempted to push Sol off him, but Sol took his hands and guided Mon's own hand to his hard-on cock.

"Feel how hard you are Mon," he said softly, moving the hand around. Mon hears the jobs he was doing to his own cock. He could smell himself, his fingers coated in his own juices. He could smell Sol as he continued.

"Fell how hot and ready you are. I could really make you feel good, just give me a chance. I so fucking want you baby!"

The ginger curls on Mon's forehead were damp with sweat, and his breathing came in pants as Sol pressed his hand further into his own cock. Sol left Mon to masturbate for a second as he eased his legs open wider, looking down on the hard on cock only inches away from his own face. His clit stood at attention, peeking through the halo of coarse, black hair.

Sol removed Mon's hand and ran his own through the black bush, opening Mon's legs wider, searching for Mon's virgin cock. The juices seeped out and over his hands and fingers and bed and he opened the legs wider to get to his asshole. It was small, a perfect "O". Smiling, Sol took his index finger and began pointing it to Mon's virgin asshole. Mon gave a surprised and pain-filled cry.

"Don't worry baby. We'll take this slow. Nice and slow," whispered Sol, pushing the finger in further, wiggling it around inside of Mon. Mon gave another shriek. New beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and his panting got considerably.

"Stop Sol!" he panted, squirming. "Stop, it hurts!"

"Pain is part of the process," said Sol, jamming the finger in harder. Mon cried out again. Sol then laid down on Mon's body, his finger was still moving around inside his asshole, and he leaned forwards so that their noses were almost touching.

"I love you Mon. I want to make you feel good. I want to eat your cock; I want my tongue in your asshole. I want to lick you, I want to fuck you, I want to sleep with you. I want to suck and chew your big hard-on cock, I want to have sex with you until you just melt!" With his other hand Sol opened Mon's hole wider and inserted his middle finger as well. Mon screamed.

"Ahhhhh! It hurts! Sol!" cried Mon, his eyes closed, his head thrashing back and forth.

"Yes, baby. I know it does. I'll start pumping now, okay?"

"No! NO!"

"Yes, yes I will. I want to use toys on you. I want to cause you pain and agony. I want to make you scream! Oh, I want to make you cum and cum, and scream for me to stop and I'll never stop! I want to make scream and cum so fucking hard!"

He shoved his fingers in, then took them almost all the way out only to thrust them viciously back in again, making Mon scream. He inserted a third finger, pumping them in and out so hard that tears appeared on Mon's face as he shrieked and begged Sol to stop.

Suddenly Sol whipped his fingers out and knelt down. Before Mon realized what was happening he arched his back as he felt the softness of Sol's mouth on his hard-on cock, licking out his juices, licking him so softly that it was torture. Mon gasped and entangled his fingers in his curls.

"Ahhh! Ahhhh! Yessss…. Oh god Sol! Yesssssssss!!!"

Mon was visibly trembling; sweat now coated his whole body as he grunt and groaned and shrieked. His face flickered from one emotion to another as Sol continued to give him his silent lesson. Grinding himself into Sol's face, Mon suddenly began giving loud, animal-like sounds. Feeling his friend nearing the point of his climax, Sol began to do his job more viciously.

"Oh my…oh my god….Sol I think I'm going to cum!" whimpered Mon.

And sure enough, after another minute of intensive licking, the muscles in his thighs and stomach tightened and he screamed, "OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!"

His thighs clenched Sol's head, holding it there in his orgasmic throes as cum spurted out of his cock where Sol's full-lipped mouth didn't catch it. After Mon had finished he lay there, panting so that his chest heaved like freckled, pink-peaked nipples. Cum dribbled out of the corners of Sol's mouth, trickling down his chin. Getting up, Sol put his lips over Mon's open mouth, spitting the cum into him.

"Swallow it Mon," he ordered quietly.

Mon swallowed his cum and Sol lay down next to his friend, rubbing Mon's nipple and nibbling on his earlobe.

"Sol?"

"Mmmm hmmm?"

"Let me lick you."

Sol smiled as he repositioned himself, once more lowering his head to where Mon's cock invitingly beckoned him. He shivered in pleasure and closed his eyes as his pupil opened him with a finger and then latched onto his asshole. It had been a productive and good first lesson.