Dreams never die, they just fall asleep

Nathaniel and I got dressed, he gave me a little ride to the house nearby; without looking at me or saying goodbye, I left my car. All I wanted was to take a shower and eat something. In the days that followed, Luke and I didn't meet each other anymore. On one hand, if he avoided me, perhaps imagining what had happened between myself and Nathanial, on the other I felt him strange and distant from me which made me keep away from him. The adventures in the pottery were all over now and I continued with life even though I still thought of him not only as an asshole but also as a friend...and friends don't die, they just put me to sleep.
Ever since our separation, whenever I went to the bakery for an afternoon snack I was suspicious of Anastasia's oblique looks and also her Eusebius but as they said nothing I pretended he wasn't with me. Nathaniel disappeared too just like Zélan who hadn't shown his face in a while; I felt lonely and half empty...I thought that is what solitude is: immense emptiness. In this almost depressed atmosphere surprised by Tina approaching at a school exit.
"Hi, are you all right?" she asked as soon as she approached me.
Of course you can, I replied with measured cordiality.
-It's about Lucas..., you know ..., he ..., well <unk> she started hesitating in her words and looking down <unk> The deal is this: I know of the pitch that rolls between you and him ..., and also think that you should solve it ...
-Solve it, what? <unk> I interrupted by questioning Tina with an anxious tone <unk> What did he tell you?
-Because it is..., that's the problem <unk> she replied with a childish voice <unk> It isn't what he said, but what he doesn't say ..., he does not say that he misses you! ...but I know how he feels!
- And how do you know about it? I asked with more emphasis and anxiety. If he didn't tell you anything!
-Listen ..., I'm a woman you know <unk> she replied by looking me in the eyes <unk> You men are all alike! They can not handle their feelings and get bitter and bitter..., do one favor for me ..., if he seeks you out, listen to what he has to say ... that is all I ask...
Without finishing the sentence, Tina approached me and kissed my face with her back turned away without looking at me. I was left prostrate in silence; it's true that I missed him too but there was no reason why we couldn't be friends.
"You mean you were so good to Nathaniel that you don't care about anything else?" he asked with a sharp tone and an aggressive look.
"Where did you get that? Who do you think I am?" <unk> answered indignantly by raising my voice <unk> For know that was the only time I met Nathaniel ..., and everything I have done is because of him!
So you gave it to him because of me?
Yes, that's right I shouted in an irritated tone
-Spare me? Speak seriously! <unk> he interrupted almost in a scream <unk> and why would you do that? Was it really to protect me or did you give your tail to another male? Is his pint better? More tasty?
-Nobody is cuter than the two of us! <unk> I retorted by lowering my voice and looking deep into Lucas's eyes.
At that moment, Lucas held my neck and glued his lips to mine in a thoughtless gesture which immediately disarmed me; I dropped the jute bag and embraced him as we sealed off a torrid kiss with our tongues warring with immense ardor while at the same time groping each other very enthusiastically; after some time I let go of it not because I didn't want to continue but rather because it was dangerous for us to remain there under risk of being caught.
Lucas looked at me with an expression full of intentions, wanting to consume something without wasting time; he thoughtlessly took my hand and we walked through the void between buildings until we reached the bottom where space opened up by a high wall separating the bakery from the butcher's shop. Lucas turned around till we came to the iron grated door whose lock was broken; he stood there looking at me as if waiting for me to say or do something; I merely smiled.
We walked into the building and I was shocked to see that there was an old wooden platform on which some drawn blankets lay. "That's your idea..., isn't it?" I asked in a surprised tone; Lucas didn't answer, but smiled and nodded with his head. He led me up onto the podium where we kissed several more times before he started undressing me; Lucas had such unusual manners that I did not prevent him from stripping off my clothes and then sucking them all over my nipples so eagerly that I couldn't hold back any moaning cries.
I was at the mercy of him, his mouth, hands and immeasurable impetuosity; Lucas sucked my nipples for a long time while one hand squeezed my buttocks and the other punched my stick that stiffened in plain sight. However, this whole spiral of sensations was abruptly interrupted when it came to mind what risk we were taking. "Wait Luke! That's too dangerous!...I need to go home!"
"All right, I understand", he said in a discouraged tone.
I smiled, nodding my head; Lucas also smiled and kissed me once more. I got dressed and we made our way back to the house. I grabbed a bag of jute running home stopping twice or so to look back at Luke waving it for me. For the rest of the day I didn't think about anything other than meeting him in the morning. So as not to attract the attention of your Eusebius or even Anastasia, we went around the whole block and then broke into the building that housed the butcher's shop which fortunately remained empty.
The old covered platform lay in the same place where it had been left; think of two overworked teenagers tearing off their clothes with busy gestures and greedy glances eager for mutual, boundless surrender; then we were lying on the podium kissing each other fiercely and exchanging caresses on our rigid, throbbing limbs. Taken by folly, I turned my body over offering my stick to Luke's mouth at the same time as his was within reach; we began a sucking together with licks and sugars so full of enthusiasm that we made funny noises like two boys savoring a unique and special sweet.
Later I turned my back to Luke who came covering me rubbing his hard cock in the gutter between my buttocks allowing me to feel that hot and stiff tool poking my little hole which yearned for receiving it; it was up to him lubricate the area with its saliva deposited on the fingers before striking with forceful blows, yet endowed with immense affection; and at the moment when he burst into me I experienced a frenzy so vehemently that I threw my ass against the brute trying to have it inside of me as fast as possible; we copulated with such energy that the sensations succeeded They went on an endless crescent.
While Lucas stood against me shoving his brute right deep into my bowels I was enjoying a voracious punch experiencing a powerful erection that left my very swollen dick prompting me to accelerate the manipulation with greater speed and joy came over both of us at once, something really unbelievable turbulent our minds making us babble disconnected words breathlessly accompanied by screams and moans of pleasure. The experience of having my ass soaked in Lucas's hot fucking was something indescribable and mind-boggling that made me dream it would never end, just as my profuse and voluminous ejaculation projected itself with such voracity almost causing me to lose consciousness.
Even after everything we still remained glued to each other in that shell shape which I wished to keep in my memory forever; we ended up dozing for some time being woken by Luke's abused mouth kissing my neck and his tongue licking my ear. And once again I discovered an erection making my pussy reborn after so much manual effort, incited by the naughty mouth of my partner. "Now it is your turn! ..., you want me?" he asked whispering into my ear with a hoarse and provocative tone.
"Are you sure about that?" I asked, turning to face him.
"Yes, I want to!" he replied with an emphatic and also affectionate tone.
We kissed again like there was no tomorrow and Lucas gave me his back projecting his ass that I initially caressed with my hands enjoying its shape and the soft warmth of his skin; slipped down the platform opening up my partner's rolling buttocks and licking his little arse listening to him groan from excitement; after anointing my saliva stick took a stance and stood some twice, obtaining success soon on Monday The little leg to make my effort less painful.
I bit Luke's neck the instant that my limb felt entirely buried in his brioche, which although a little tighter (more than mine), was widening to accommodate me inside it; I began pounding with slow and prolonged movements, savoring Lucas' moans and sighs who this time seemed to enjoy the moment with the same voluptuousness with which I had longed for having him within myself; I let myself be carried away by the rhythm our bodies dictated and our conjunction gained an exhilarating vehemence so expressive that made our bodies just one!
I took the impulse to venture and reached my hand towards my partner's member finding it seized by a hallucinatory rigidity which pervaded me in such a way that soon I was manipulating her with contumacious gestures provoking in Luke sensations which were described orally as cries, moans, prolonged sighs and small grunts of pleasure. And in a new succession of unspeakable pleasures, they both reached their peak at the same time with an overwhelming delight exploding into Lucas's member through my manipulation. In almost cosmic harmony as my jets of sperm poured out inside my partner who was also experiencing this sensation that could not be described by words.
Sweaty, exhausted and gasping for breath we struggled to turn towards each other exchanging more kisses, smiles and caresses. We cherished the time that was still left us together laughing at our own family stories and further strengthening our physical and emotional closeness. We valued until the last second of our companionship exploring our nakedness, details of our bodies and sharing some confidences about what awaited us in the future. Before we parted, it was agreed that the slaughterhouse would be our hideout for stealth rendezvous regardless of how close you were to your Eusebius' bakery. And this possibility became even more real when I learned from my father that the place would remain vacant because a family court dispute had arisen and so whenever we could Lucas and I were there doing our delightful mischief.
There were no longer any barriers between us and even at school we remained close with the necessary discretion, except of course for Tina who not only became our friend and confidant but also took part in our meetings where we tasted her little body especially her firm tits still being formed. Everything really seemed like a dream ..., but nevertheless it didn't take long to become a nightmare. And I was the victim of my own innocence regarding believing people.
One afternoon like any other, I went to the bakery for lunch. As soon as I walked in Anastasia came over with a big smile and an enigmatic look on her face. "Come with me; I've saved some special sweets for you! They are there at the warehouse!" she said, grabbing my arm and walking down the corridor that led into the storage room. I felt that I had fallen into a trap and when I tried to escape, Anastasia held me firmly; although I was no weakling the black one had an impressive strength and managed to keep me safe. She caught me between her legs and arms in front of the baker whose expression was threatening.
-You mean you're my son's little whore, huh? <unk> He started with a mocking tone approaching me. <unk> You like to give him your ass? Suck his cock? Is that what you like?
-Yes, I do! And you should know that he does too. <unk>I replied by filling myself with courage and rehearsing a face of confrontation <unk>And he still likes to give it to me as well! We are one!
-Shut up, VIAGIN! <unk> shouted Eusebius interrupting me and slapping two strong punches in my face <unk> My son I take care of ..., now it's your turn ! Anastasia, remove the clothes from this faggot that will give you a lesson to never forget!
Anastasia still dominated me and managed to undress me by putting myself on my stomach in her lap, sticking his finger up my ass and making merciless circular movements; I looked over the shoulder and saw that your Eusebius also got naked sporting a huge thick cock which was already half mast; besides he had in his hands a leather palmatory that I have never seen before. The first blows inflicted by that device caused me a stabbing pain which compelled me to react with screams and loud wailings of little consequence for the baker who seemed to take sadistic pleasure in punishing me mercilessly making his slaps even more vigorous and swift.
In the same unexpected way that punishment began it ceased allowing me a few minutes to breathe looking for some relief where there was only suffering; suddenly I felt something warm, moist and lumpy rubbing between my buttocks and it wasn't hard to know what this monstrous role of Luke's father. Then you'll feel what it feels like to have a fucking male breaking your folds, you little profiteer!" he yelled just before shoving that thick chest up my ass with such forceful movement that almost half of it burst inside causing an indescribable pain that made me scream like a wounded animal.
Unconcerned with my pleas and supplications, Eusebius proceeded to bury his pyrotechnics within me by vehement blows which still further enlarged my suffering; and without caring for my requests that it stop he began a sequence of swift and ever deeper strokes making the painful sensation an almost unbearable martyrdom.
"Here, you can suck and even bite", she whispered avoiding looking at the baker.
I did as she suggested, and even though there was some tenderness in the gesture and also her hand stroking my hair, nothing could ease the pain that I felt in this seemingly endless situation with Eusebius beating faster and deeper.
Just when I thought he was going to faint from the pain and suffering and humiliation, Lucas's father accelerated even further before screaming into a twitching climax; I could feel that giant prick pulsating and swelling inside of me before it poured out its hot viscous charge which wasn't able to relieve what I was feeling. Your Eusebius pulled out his tool with a sudden movement that also caused enormous discomfort and shortly thereafter resumed the punishment of palmatory only ceasing when he was content to leave my buttocks hot, red, sore and slightly bruised.
"Anastasia, dress this stranger and make him run away from here!" ordered the baker as he collected himself by putting on his clothes.
Before I got dressed, Anastasia put some kind of ointment on my buttocks and gave me a small bag with purple powder mixed with macerated herbs directing me to bathe in the seat. "And if your mother asks you say that she fell into weeds! Now go!" A few months later, his Eusebius lost Anastasia who became seriously ill and passed away, which led him to sell his trade and disappear without a trace.
I went on with my life even though there was a deep sadness that had no cure; my mother worried very much about me, but I never told her everything that happened. Years later I graduated in economics and went to work at a bank where I quickly moved positions until reaching the summit where everyone saw me well, always acting with rectitude and honesty; I had several love affairs with women as well as men, but none of them satisfied me; neither one could fill the emptiness that existed in my chest nor did any last long enough to awaken something more enduring.
"Do you still remember me?" someone asked, interrupting my hurried walk to escape the impending rain. I looked back and saw a well-groomed middle aged man wearing stripped clothes and exhibiting a broad smile and an illuminated gaze. It took me long to believe who was in front of me; Lucas, now a mature man endowed with natural sympathy, stared at me with tenderness that had never been lost through time. We embraced each other and ran into a coffee shop for better conversation. He explained that he was not staying long in the city, since he lived abroad and wanted to know if I would be willing to spend a few hours with him.
A few minutes later, we were in my apartment undressing frantically between kisses and hugs full of intensity; we went to bed in my room where I satisfied my desire by kissing and licking Luke's body until he had his stiff member inside my mouth suckling with tenderness while I felt his hand caressing my buttocks till I found my little hole that he fingered affectionately. Lucas made me lie down and raised my legs keeping them wide open while he brushed his saliva-laden stick hitting against my butt until it succeeded in piercing him with immense ardour and care at the same time as I masturbated myself with enormous avidity. Feeling his enjoyment soaking up my bowels was something so eloquent that my groans were drowned out by his kisses. We rested clutching each other and after a while we went to take a shower where Luke served me sucking on my roll till she left her wet once again and giving me backsides and stepping on his ass. It was a divine fuck and so sweet that I longed for it to never end.
Hours later we were in the lobby of the international airport and before she entered the restricted area I could not resist asking her for a kiss; Lucas stared at me and smiled affectionately holding my face between his hands and sealing his lips to mine, little caring about the public place where we were. Even from afar we kept contact by all available means and whenever he could come visit me and spent some time together enjoying an indescribable pleasure. It was with him and through him that I discovered dreams never die... they fall asleep, waiting to be awakened at the right moment by the right person.