Get Out! Ch. 02

This is a love story. I'm a romantic at heart. Hope you enjoy.

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Thomas slumbered away. As he slept, his brain cycled through the four stages of sleep. The first three were non-rapid eye movement (NREM) sleep, also known as quiet sleep. The fourth was rapid eye movement (REM) sleep, also known as active sleep. While his brain was aroused with mental activities during REM sleep, the fourth stage of sleep, his voluntary muscles became immobilized.

Erections are a considered non-voluntary body function. And, unlike most parasomnias that happen only during specific parts of the sleep cycle, sleep talking can occur during either REM or NREM sleep. Sleep talking is considered to be distinct from other vocalizations that can occur during sleep such as catathrenia, a breathing pattern expressed by groaning or moaning during sleep.

During his periods of REM sleep, his brain lit up with activity. His body was relaxed and immobilized. His breathing was faster and irregular. His eye movement visible beneath his closed lids. He dreamt. It is thought that REM sleep is when emotions and emotional memories are processed and stored.

During one particular REM episode, Thomas dreamt that he was in a room, a room that was windowless and doorless. The walls were black. There was no discernible source of light, yet he could see clearly. He sat alone and motionless in a large plush easy chair. He was clothed.

Next, the room was teeming with beautiful, scantily clad women, trying to get a response from him. Teasing him with their breasts and bare pussies. Touching him, caressing him. He felt impotent, unable to get excited. He could not will his arms or legs to move. Then he was alone, again.

Why wasn't he aroused by them?

"Wait! Don't leave me here!"

A single, completely naked woman stood before him.

"What do you want, Thomas?"

He stared at her body. Her large, firm breasts, jiggling ever so slightly with her every move. Her puffy red lips. Her tongue as she licked those lips. Her beautiful face. Her perfectly proportioned waist and hips. Her long slender legs. Her glistening pussy, with its velvety vulva and stiff protruding clit.

"I want you."

She looked down and stared at his lifeless, flaccid penis, barely visible in the boxers he was now sporting. He followed her gaze and saw his limp dick covered with the cotton underwear. He tried to will it to harden.

"No, you don't." And she was gone again.

This scene repeated itself several times, each time, a woman Thomas found attractive, would appear, yet Thomas was unable to get a hard-on despite their attempts to arouse him. He hated the feeling of loneliness when they would disappear, leaving him in a state of despair.

There appeared a male in the room. Moving around, never letting Thomas get a good look at him.

"Thomas, what do you want?" He inquired.

"I want out."

"What's keeping you in here?"

"I don't know."

"Thomas you know."

"No! I don't."

"Thomas, look at me." The young man was standing before him, now. He was clothed in white pajamas. Thomas could not make out his features and did not recognize him.

"Thomas, you hold the key."

Thomas looked around. There still were no doors. He had no key. Frustrated, he said, "Tell me how to get out of here."

The young man disappeared. Thomas felt so alone. He wanted him to come back. The young man had given him a sense of peace. He couldn't figure out why.

"Hey! Where'd you go? Come back."

The young man reappeared. He was nude. Suddenly, Thomas was completely nude, too.

"Thomas, what do you want?"

"I... I just want you."

Thomas noticed that his cock was awakening. The young man was so beautiful.

The young man knelt in front of Thomas and wrapped his lips around the head of Thomas' dick.

"No! I'm not like that!" Thomas protested. "That's not what I want." Lying to himself.

The room was empty again. Thomas' phallus instantly deflated. Thomas began to cry. "Please! I'm sorry. I didn't mean it."

Once more, the young man stood in front of Thomas. His hand touched Thomas' genitalia. It felt so good, good to be aroused by something.

"Thomas, what do you want?"

Thomas found that he could move his arms. He reached out and timidly touched the cock in front of him. "Mmmmm, that's it, Thomas."

"No, I can't," he said, pulling his hand back.

One more time, Thomas was left alone.

"No, no, no, come back!"

"Thomas, you know what you want. Take me again."

Thomas reached out. It felt awkward, holding another man's penis. But he didn't want him to leave again.

He couldn't resist. He began to gently slide his hand up and down. His own cock was being massaged at this point. He grew bolder and played with the smooth hairless balls hanging below the shaft. The feeling of what was right vs. what was wrong was fading. He relished the smooth skin in his hand and the slipperiness of the pre-seminal fluid. This was what he wanted.

The room lit up. The walls were no longer solid, they were made of glass.

He sat in the glass box, stroking the young man. The box was on a public sidewalk. People were walking by, paying no attention to what was going on in the box.

"That's right, Thomas, no one cares if you're gay."

Thomas looked back at the young man. Ashley stood before, holding out his hand. They were both dressed. Thomas took the extended hand. Thomas thought it strange that he had been so fearful. It felt good to let others see who he was. All the walls were gone and they walked off, together, hand in hand.

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Ashley was jolted from his sleep. A noise had awakened him. He found himself in an unfamiliar situation, cuddling with a guy, whom he had brought home and sexually pleasured.

Why was this guy still here? Ashley told himself it was probably because he had been so exhausted. He'll probably scramble out, in a walk of shame, as soon as he woke up, embarrassed that he had gotten his dick sucked by another man.

Ashley was as gay as the day was long. But, if, growing up this way, and his inability to ever find a satisfying emotional bond with another living being had taught him anything, he was unlovable. Men just wanted one thing from him, sex.

And he was more than willing to give it to them. He became the predator, and they, the prey. He had been hurt too many times to expect anything else. He didn't expect it from this fellow, who obviously, from his choice of bars, had come looking for a fling, before going back to his "normal" life. Ashley had not forgotten about the hug, but he chalked it up to cum-brain. Or maybe Thomas pitied him. He didn't need anyone's pity.

As he laid there with his head on Thomas' chest, rising up and down, with each breath, he thought, at least this one was incredibly handsome. Thomas must have been dreaming. His eyelids showed the signs of rapid eye movement, and he occasionally mumbled. Otherwise, he lay perfectly still.

Ashley thought he heard Thomas say, "No, I'm not like that."

"I knew it!" Ashley told himself. "He's just like the others"

Then seeing Thomas' cut cock start to swell, and the eye on its tip winking at him, he got an idea and figured he might as well get something else out of this. A grin stretched the corners of his mouth.

Ashley carefully lifted Thomas' muscular arm from around his waist and gently climbed over him. If he woke Thomas and he suddenly start scurrying around picking up his clothes, then, "oh well."

Ashley quietly tiptoed to his bedroom, leaving his Adonis on the sofa.

Ashley opened his nightstand drawer, perusing the selection of dildos and butt plugs. He chose a dildo he thought to be about Thomas' size. He placed it against his lips and slid it in. He got a little carried away, momentarily forgetting his purpose, and began playing with the dildo, licking its length, sucking it in. Then his thoughts returned to Thomas. "Silly me," he thought. "This is just supposed to be a size-check." He felt the dildo surrounded by his lips, "Yep, that's it."

Ashley went into the en suite bathroom and stripped off his glittery bootie shorts and Calvin Klein briefs, with their stiff patch of dried precum from earlier. He kicked off his laceless sneakers that were also covered in glitter. He looked in the mirror and decided to keep on the pink midriff t-shirt.

He admired his reflection. He saw his smooth, almost hairless face and body, and lithe figure. He checked his lightly made up face. The eyeliner and the faint eyeshadow he wore were streaked from his earlier tears. He washed his face. He also couldn't help but notice his small circumcised penis, which in its excited state, was just shy of 5 inches and not so big around.

He took a whore's bath, using a damp wash cloth to wipe his tits, pits, and naughty bits. He also cleaned his insides with a quick enema. He picked up a bottle of cologne from the vanity and spritzed a little in the air and walked through the mist.

He returned to the bedroom, and prettied himself with fresh eyeliner and shadow at his dressing table. He walked over to the nightstand, picked up the tube of KY and liberally coated the dildo. He also lubricated the fingers of his right hand. It amazed Ashley how pliant the sphincter and anus were. He had received much larger toys and had much larger dicks in his ass, but as he eased a finger into the ring, he marveled at how tight it remained.

After his muscles relaxed, he used another finger. He slid his two fingers in and out. When he was ready, he pulled them both out and placed the dildo against his rosebud, the male equivalent of a pussy, he thought. Ashley pushed and pulled the dildo into and out of his ass, preparing himself for a fucking. As he was just trying to loosen up a bit, he didn't penetrate very deeply, as that's what Thomas' member was for, later, he thought. After he felt sufficiently stretched, and knew he would remain so for a little while, he headed back to the living room.

Thomas remained there, soundly sleeping. His cock remained hard and twitching, rhythmically going from nearly laying on his stomach, to almost pointing straight up, every 10 seconds or so. Ashley watched it rise and fall. It would spring up quickly, and then slowly drift back down. Thomas moaned and mumbled while his cock went through its motions. It was mesmerizing. It was like a beacon, summoning Ashley, begging for a warm hole.

He crept over to the sofa and slowly climbed back atop Thomas. He watched for signs that Thomas was awakening, but saw none as he straddled his waist.

With his knees on either side of Thomas, he reached back and gingerly took the cum rocket in his left hand and swiped it along his lubricated crack. He relished the thickness and hardness gliding along his cheeks. This was for him, he thought, so there was no hurry.

He spread his cheeks with his other hand and ran the bulbous tip back-to-front and front-to-back, ticking his coight on each pass. He felt Thomas' dick throb as precum leaked from its tip. He used Thomas' rod to rub his own balls and caress his taint. He continued teasing himself, Thomas' cock hitting a speed bump each time it slid past his ring. Yet there was no sign, other than the clear fluid oozing from the tip of Thomas' cock, the the older man was aware or felt what was going on.

Ashley released Thomas' member and let it lay back down, well almost. It was pointing at an angle, at about 30 degrees up from Thomas' groin. Ashley sat on it, trapping it between his cheeks and Thomas' stomach. He slid his ass forward and backward, riding the underside of the pecker from its balls to its frenulum, then back again, over and over.

Heat was billowing from Ashley's ass and he was ready.

Lifting his hips, just a little, he placed the helmet of Thomas' cock against the guardian ring of his ass and held that position. He pushed backwards. Being stretched out a little already, his ass let the tip in with little pressure. Dildos and butt plugs could never match the warmth and feel of a real cock. He loved the feeling of flesh-on-flesh.

In a manner similar to which he had preformed the blow job, just hours earlier, Ashley lowered himself one centimeter at a time, raising back up until just the tip remained in his ass. Gradually he took more and more into his canal. One time, when he raised up, it slipped all the way out and slapped Thomas' belly. Ashley, left gaping and wanting, reinserted it. When he was significantly deep onto the shaft, he could feel the ridges rub his p-spot.

He kept the same painfully, slow pace, until the entire length was sliding in and out. He was in heaven. Ashley lost track of time. He glanced at a clock on the wall. It read 3:45 am. He had been riding Thomas for 30 minutes. His ass was tired from clenching and unclenching. But the nerves were still on fire, waves and waves of pleasure radiating through his body. His own cock was semi-flaccid, but was shiny, from the sweat dripping down from his chest and the precum running from the tip. Finally, he rested, with his ass pressing on Thomas' groin, enjoying the fullness.

Thomas' eyes fluttered. He had been dreaming. The details, not quite lucid. He struggled to remember, but could only recall that he felt a cathartic release. He was groggy and felt a weight on his body. He opened his eyes. Ashley sat, straddled on his hips, with Thomas' cock buried in his ass.

Remembering where he was, Thomas recalled the blow job from earlier that evening. He, now, felt the muscles constricting and relaxing on his throbbing cock.

Had he really allowed himself to be picked up by a man? That had been his plan, all along, to see if he was physically attracted to men. Old doubts and inhibitions crept back into his mind. But he wouldn't allow them to wreck the way he felt in the moment, the way he had felt hours earlier

He stoically took in the vision of Ashley's ass, engulfing his dick. He recalled the mind-blowing release and desire to hold Ashley, afterwards. Bits and pieces of the dream he had been having flickered in his brain. He looked at the adorable young man, naked, except for the tight, little t-shirt, that only covered his chest, stopping above his cute little bellybutton.

Ashley stared into to eyes that were taking in the situation in which they found themselves. He wished he could read Thomas' mind. But he snapped out of it and thought, "I'm going to at least get something out of this before it's over."

He started the long, slow process of fucking Thomas' pole, again. He loved the build-up almost as much as he did the finale.

Thomas watched as Ashley began riding his erection. Ashley would shut his eyes occasionally, moaning when he would lower himself until their crotches ground together. Thomas lay there, not knowing what his role was. Should he be more aggressive? Ashley was clearly enjoying himself. Ashley caressed his own nipples through the t-shirt as he rode up and down.

Thomas remembered the electricity he had experienced from the play on his nipples earlier. He remembered the seemingly direct connection between nipple and groin, nipple and cock. Only, this time, although Ashley was playing with his own nipples, Thomas could still feel the connection. Each time Ashley pinched or flicked a nipple, Thomas thought he could feel his own cock receive a jolt.

He also remembered the feeling of the ass play that had made him cum and thought about now much more pleasurable it would be if perhaps it was a dick, sliding in and out, rather than just a finger. A very gay way of thinking, he mused.

After a while, Ashley stopped and rolled off of Thomas. Thomas didn't know if he was done. Had Ashley's orgasm gone unnoticed? He hadn't seen any cum being released from Ashley's dick. But it would have been hard not to notice all of the strings and drops of precum on his stomach and Ashley's own.

Ashley stood up and said, "Let's go to bed."

Again, Thomas didn't know if that was an invitation for something more, or a request to get some more sleep. He swung his legs off the sofa and followed Ashley down the short hallway. He couldn't help but notice Ashley's tight butt wiggling in front of him, shiny from lube, precum, and a little sweat.

Thomas entered the bedroom trailing behind Ashley by a few feet. It was dimly lit by a single lamp on one of the nightstands. The room was tidy, if not a little effeminate. There was a smell, maybe flowers, roses, Thomas thought, although none were visible. In the center was a king sized bed with pale pink bedding, neatly folded down. There was a dressing table with a stool and mirror, and lighting like one would see in a theater dressing room. The lights was not on, though.

The room seemed spacious for the small cottage. Then Thomas remembered passing an office off the short hallway. Maybe the wall between had been demolished and moved a couple of feet to make this bedroom larger.

Thomas noticed various tubes, pots, compacts, and bottles of makeup, along with brushes, sponges, and other tools, very neatly organized. He had not noticed Ashley wearing any makeup earlier, so perhaps he kept it very subtle. However, he was not very observant, Thomas admitted.

Ashley crawled onto the king sized bed, into the center of it, and turning his head to look back at Thomas, beckoned him with his eyes and wiggling finger, pointing to the space between his spread legs. "Come here."

So, it wasn't over, yet. Thomas took the invitation and crawled up between Ashley's legs. His erection had waned, being exposed to the coolness of the small air conditioned home. But it stiffened right up again when he took his place behind Ashley. He placed his hands in the small of Ashley's back. Ashley reached back and led Thomas' hardness back to his ass.

He pushed back. Thomas slid back in easily.

Ashley put his hands and arms down on the bed, over his head, with his ass pointed up in the air. He rocked back and forth, his little dick, partially limp began leaking more precum.

Thomas had not intentionally been holding back. He just hadn't built up another load. Regardless, it felt magnificent to have his shaft in Ashley's anus. This being his first time with another man, he continued to let Ashley control the action.

Ashley picked up the pace and Thomas had to adjust his grip, holding on to Ashley's hips, as Ashley slammed back against him, thrusting backward and forward. Thomas leaned down and planted kisses on Ashley's back and neck, as the bed rocked.

Ashley was approaching his own orgasm, but this position wasn't working. It didn't seem to be working for Thomas either, apparently. Ashley just wanted Thomas to fill his ass with cum, so he would finally leave. It was getting late, or rather, it was approaching early morning.

He stopped and pulled off of Thomas. He rolled over and put a pillow under the small of his back. He then pulled his knees up with his arms. "Fuck me, Thomas!"

Thomas laid down on top of Ashley, supporting most of his weight with his arms, next to Ashley's head. He tilted to his right side and used his left hand to point his cock at Ashley's gaping hole. It was obvious he would have to set the rhythm in this position.

He began pumping in and out of Ashley again, making love to him. His motions, slow and deliberate. He bent down towards Ashley's face. He waited to watch Ashley's reactions. At present, Ashley's eyes were closed.

Ashley was conflicted. He had expected Thomas to leave after the earlier blow job. He didn't. He had expected a pump and dump when he had tried nearly every position with Thomas fucking his ass. Still, Thomas was persistent in this "lovemaking" and showed no signs of wanting to leave.

Ashley opened his eyes to see Thomas' face inches away from his.

"What?"

Thomas leaned in closer, staring into Ashley's deep blue orbs. Finally noticing the hint of eyeshadow and eyeliner. The touch made him even more beautiful in Thomas' mind.