Was I dreaming?

It didn't feel like any dream I'VE ever had. It was much too real. Much too exhilirating. Even without the advantage of control, I had never felt so free. The fabricated images passed magically behind my closed eyes as I slept. Flawlessly creating a 3-dimensional experience that excited all of my senses simultaneously. I couldn't believe what was happening to me, but I didn't want it to stop.

I felt myself standing in an endless field of tall green grass. Shirtless. Barefoot. The coolness of the crisp night air flirting with the surface of my skin, almost cold enough to give me a shiver, but not quite. A blazing white full moon filling up what looked like the entire sky above me. With just enough darkness to let the light from a few stars shine through. I could almost taste the wind on the tip of my tongue, feeling its breath against my cheeks. I felt so strong at that moment, it was as though I could jump out of Earth's gravity if I wanted to. I was almost weightless. And yet, my limbs were full of this infinite energy. Bursting with such an anxiety that it itched just to stand still. I had to move. Walk around, jump, run, climb....SOMETHING. But standing still was no longer an option.

In the dream, I began to walk forward, step after step. My legs felt powerful, confident, stronger than they had ever been before. I could feel my bare feet digging into the soft earth below, feeling every grain of dirt, helping to propell me further. But the terrain didn't change. It stretched out even further into the dark horizon in front of me. I took another deep inhalation of the night air, and it filled my lungs to capacity, almost causing a stirring sense of euphoria inside of me. My head was spinning, and I began to walk faster. The gentle sensation of the tall grass tickling me around the waist brought a joyful grin to my face. It was a different grin than any I had ever had before. I couldn't see my own face, but the smile seemed to spread, quite literally, from ear to ear. My lips reaching back as far as my cheekbones. I didn't understand it, but dreams rarely give you the time to ponder their meaning once they have gotten a hold on you.

Still twitching with anxiety, I quickened my pace. With the slightest pressure applied to the ground, I was physically pushed to take larger and larger steps. My pulse began to race as I trotted along in the endless field, enveloped by a world of green grass and its surrounding darkness. I noticed my steps were now more like leaps, my body bounding easily for great distances, the wind rushing up to meet me as I cut through it with a fever. FASTER I ran. And faster still. There was no end to the speeds I could reach. Soon, I was running too fast for my feet to keep up...and I felt myself almost fall forward. But as I felt gravity pull me face first towards the ground, my body adjusted to the speed. Without missing a step, I gained a new sense of balance, leaning to let my hands assist me as I ran on all fours. I was grabbing small handfulls of dirt and grass everytime they touched the earth's surface, and tossing it out to the sides before going back down for another grab. Although it was awkward at first...I suddenly felt a few gentle 'pops' coming from inside me. As though my body was becoming longer, my arms stronger, my shoulders wider. It contorted itself in such a way that running this fast became easy, and my speed almost doubled instantly. Now at a lower angle, the grass was whipping past me, brushing across my face in a constant siege that excited me all the more. It felt good....soooooo good!

I found myself jumping six or seven feet forward without a problem, turning almost on a dime when I needed to. I could hear and feel myself huffing and panting with every glided step. Deep, full respirations that would make a normal person dizzy. But I was hardly out of breath. In fact, every breath I took only energized me more. Almost like the oxygen itself was working as an uplifting narcotic, carrying me to new heights everytime it entered me. My limbs exploded with an orgasmic rush of energy as I pushed myself harder with no known limit. I felt as though I could outrun the moonlight itself. Until finally...when my teenage frame felt like it had reached its limit of handling the ultimate high, I was overcome with a sense of bliss that could not be contained for a moment longer. And I tilted my head to the sky, defying the moon itself with my arrogant stare, and felt an earth shaking scream leave my body! It leapt out from my very core, uncontrollably...echoing for miles and miles in every direction...until eventually....

...It turned into a howl.

"Wesley." My father's hand touching me at that moment had shocked me out of my fantasy so fast that the inevitable crash nearly stopped my heart! I jerked out of my slumber and jumped so high that I nearly slipped out of my sheets and onto the floor. It was then that I saw my father standing over my bed in the dark, almost as startled as I was at my reaction.

"WHAT???" I whispered loudly, trying to catch my breath and rub the remaining traces of my night visions from my eyes.

"Shhh!" He said, trying to keep me from making any commotion. "Don't wake your brother. Come on. It's time to get up." He said, and then left the room for me to get dressed.

Sitting up on the edge of my bed, I noticed the pounding of my heartbeat as it throbed and spasmed inside of my chest. It almost ACHED from beating so hard. I was out of breath, covered in a thin sheen of sweat. And my six inches were harder than they had ever been! Looking down, it almost looked like it had GROWN an extra inch just to express its sudden desperate need for me to indulge. So stiff, in fact, that I was nearly afraid to touch it for fear that it would snap off like a dry twig. My body was still lost in a dream that my waking consciousness was trying to eagerly wipe away. I could practically still feel the momentum of my body as it soared through that dark field on invisible wings of freedom. I remembered every detail. The air, the grass, the moon, the sounds, the sights, the smell. It was still vivid in my mind's eye...I could almost reach out and touch it. Just then, my rigid member throbbed again, a wetness forming at the top of my boxers as its instant affection reached out for me to please it. It angrily demanded my attention, swelling and tightening until it had almost driven me mad with the sensation. Jesus, what the hell was the MATTER with me? I wondered if I should chance 'taking care of it' there and then, or if I should try to will it to go down until I had some more time and privacy.

However, the thought only made it harder, and it tightened with a pulse that caused a knot to form in the pit of my stomach and my balls to ache for release. There was nothing mental or 'arousing' about it. It was a purely lust driven physical reaction that refused to be ignored. So I looked over my shoulder at Nick under his covers, sleeping peacefully, the way only a boy with no worries COULD sleep. And I leaned back slowly in my bed, covering myself with the sheets. My God...I was so erect that it was causing my legs to tremble. I reached down with my hand to rummage around through the clothes puddled beside my bed, and found a sock. I carefully let it submerge itself under the warmth of my morning sheets, and I let my hands wander down to remedy my current problem.

I heard a stirring and froze. Quickly turning my head I saw Nick softly rustling in his sleep. He turned over gently and pulled the covers up to his neck. At least now he was facing the other way. Good. I waited for his breathing to become shallow and steady again before I continued. My shaft was so sensitive that a cold shiver shot through me with the first touch. I nearly gasped outloud, but held my breath to keep from making a sound. Then I grabbed a better hold of myself, feeling the heat radiating from its fleshy surface as it throbbed with a brat-like satisfaction. And I waited a moment before giving it a few slow strokes. My entire body came alive with tingling unfulfilled passions that crept their way to every pleasure center of my body. At first, I was keeping a close eye on Nick to make sure that he didn't suddenly wake up and catch me in the act. But it felt so good, so erotically delightful, that I couldn't help but close my eyes and let myself be swept away in the moment.

I became breathless as I slid the open end of the sock over the tip of my hardness, and let it snugly slide down to the base. I thought I was going to explode. There wasn't much time. Nick was in the room, and my dad would be looking for me in a few minutes. So taking some extra moments to enjoy the ritual was out of the question. I gripped myself a bit tighter, just the right amount of pressure, learned through much routine practice. And I squeezed generously as I massaged my way back to the top. My body shifted involuntarily, the shivers caressing my 14 year old body like never before. And I slid back down to the base again. The rhythm started out slowly, even methodically. But it soon gained in speed as my imagination began to take over. Wandering to thoughts of Kyla in the cave last night....mere hours ago...letting her warm flesh mingle with that of the twins I had met earlier. Both of them, sexy. Perhaps in the most demonic way imaginable. But 'sexy' nonetheless. As I felt my length jump in memory of them, I thought back to the smoothness of their pale white skin, the softness of their crimson colored hair, and the intensity of their dark green eyes. The kisses they garnished her firm body with, I imagined landing on the nape of my neck, and the insides of my thighs. Those lustful kisses, that gentle suction with each touch of their lips to my skin. Their hands roaming over my body without holding back. No restrictions, no denied access. Not to any part of me. Mmmm, the taste of them. The succulent flavor of each one as I took turns pleasuring them both. I could already feel a healthy dose of liquid oozing out into the fabric of the sock as I stroked harder. The thrill of it can't be put into words.