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"Hey, Donnie." I heard his voice before I got a chance to see him, but once I looked in his direction, my insides began to squirm and I had to casually lean against the lockers to keep from wiggling away from him. "What's up?"
"H-h-hey, Austin." I replied, trying hard to hide my dreamy smile from him. God...being surprised with even the most mundane of comments from him was such an amazing rush. One of his blond curls was hanging down over his forehead, brushing over one of his light blue eyes like a soft golden noodle. The urge to brush that one stray curl out of his aqua blue pools was almost unbearable.
"So, we're still on for Friday night, right?" He asked me. Wow...his teeth are so white. And his smile is so...soooo...oh man.
"Um...yeah. Hehehe, definitely." I sighed. My knees were literally buckling. The lockers were the only thing really holding me up. "So...like...when should we pick you up?"
"Well, I kinda got track practice after school. The coach is kinda putting pressure on us to not slack off on the weekends. So I have to do my laps and stuff first." He had the cutest voice ever created, you know that? And his breath smelled so sweet. "But I'll still get done pretty early. So...as soon as I go home and shower and get all dressed up...I should be ready. Maybe about 7:30 instead of seven." Omigod...he's gonna shower! Like, warm water and soap, glistening and sliding down over his hot naked body...candy scented shampoo running down his backside and between his wet naked ass...dripping off of his 'equipment'....everything being all loose and wet....and tasty... "So...is that ok, or...?" He asked me as my mind involved itself in a passionate frenzy of extracurricular activities.
"Huh?" I said, mentally smacking myself in the head. "Oh! Yeah! Dude, that's totally...fine. You...take all the shower you need." I said, and he gave me a weird look. "TIME! I meant to say...um...'time'. You take all the 'time' that you...uhh...yeah." I grinned with an embarrassing blush in my cheeks, and that's when Jeff sorta apeared out of nowhere and leaned against the locker right next to me. "Jeff! Um...hey!"
Jeff didn't even look at me, his eyes focused on Austin's amazing blue eyes and didn't let go. "Hello." He said to him with a huge smile.
"Austin....this is my friend, Jeff. He's...he's coming with us too." I said, as Jeff continued to stare shamelessly at the curly blond boy in front of us.
"Yeah. I'm cumming too. Believe me." He grinned, practically batting his lashes at him.
"Cool. Well, it's good to meet you, man." Austin answered.
"And you have no IDEA how good it is to meet you, Austin." He said, and I would have nudged him hard in the gut with my elbow if Austin wasn't looking directly at us.
Austin reached in his notebook and tore a piece of paper in half, handing me the top part. "Here. It's got my name and number and everything on it." It was one of those printouts from the school library. They always made us type in our school ID number and printed out our name, address, and phone number, at the top of every first page we printed. I guess it's supposed to let people know who printed what...to deter us from downloading porn stories at school. Psh! Please! Just standing this close to Austin was all the porn I needed.
"Thanks." I grinned.
"Hehehe, yeah...thanks." Jeff repeated, tucking some of his dark hair behind his ear in a shameless attempt to flirt. Thank God Austin didn't make much of our gawking at him.
"Anyway, I've gotta go. But...like I said, I'll be quick, check out of track practice and get dressed up as soon as I can. Just give me a call on Friday when you guys are ready. Cool?" Austin nodded in Jeff's direction who was still ogling him for all he was worth.
"Yeah. Right after your...um...shower." I grinned. God, I can't believe I just said that again. Austin giggled a bit at my strangeness and walked off down the hall as I turned towards the lockers and just pressed my forehead against them, closing my eyes tight as I tried to contain my excitement.
"Omigod, dude...look at his ass! Look! LOOK!" Jeff whispered while frantically patting me on the shoulder. I didn't want to look at first, but I couldn't resist. I opened my eyes as Jeff looked on over my shoulder and caught a good sight of it in his jeans. Those sweet sweet melons...so ripe and so full. Just....tight, and round, and bouncing with the most playful movements while he walked away from us. Jeff and I both had to squeal at the same time as we dipped at the knees and fought to keep from screaming like a couple of pre-teen girls at a boyband concert. "Mmm, track practice has done him a lot of good." Jeff said. "Oh wow, Donnie, you have seriously outdone yourself with this boy. His body is, like, BUILT for hot passionate man-sex!"
"Sigghhhhh....I KNOW!" I whined under my breath. "Dude, I am such a DORK in front of him, what the hell am I gonna do?"
"Give him to ME!"" Jeff said immediately, still leaning over to see Austin disappear around the corner.
"Not a chance! Coward, hehehe! This is my big fish, thank you very much."
"Shit, baby...I would suck him SOOOO hard!"
"Me too! Just grab onto his ass and just....mmmmph!" Just then, a couple of teachers walked past us and gave us a slightly offended look. I don't know if they actually knew what we were talking about, or if they just overheard our sexual statements and thought them innappropiate, but Jeff and I had to 'butch up' instantly. "And then...we could go watch...SPORTS!" I said, puffing out my chest a bit.
"Yeah..." Jeff grinned, deepening his voice. "...And renew my subscription to Maxim magazine. Sure are some hot chicks in there, man. With big ol' boobs!" The teachers didn't really stop to pay attention, but I had to turn to Jeff and laugh at his impression.
"Did you say Maxim magazine? Big ol' boobs? Hahahaha, dude...seriously....just stop..."
"What? That's a straight mag, isn't it?"
"You overdid it, man. Way over the top." I said and hoisted my backpack up to walk to my next class.
"That was over the top? Really? I'd like Maxim if I was straight." I didn't answer him, but he chased behind me anyway. "WELL, I WOULD! And guys call them 'boobs' don't they? Right? Or is it 'tits'? I should've said 'tits', right?"
"Hopeless."
"Hey! Come back! Hey, I can be hetero, too, dammit!"
The day went pretty well, considering the way I woke up this morning. Even though April was still biting her nails over the whole photo project thing, she anaged to suffer in silence for most of the day. It was one of those days where we just needed to leave her alone. Sometimes it's healthier to just let her worry herself silly than it is to make her deny the fact that she's stressing about it all. It's one of the very first personal things that I ever learned about her. When they dropped me off at my house that afternoon, I gave her a quick hug to let her know that I was well aware of her 'condition', but deliberately giveing her the space she needed. I think she appreciated the gesture. I could always tell by her smirk when she said goodbye what she was thinking inside. She couldn't hide it if she tried. I loved that about her. It was so....pure, you know?
I got out of the car and walked inside. I was really enjoying my return to a somewhat sane form of reality. No ghosts, no paranoia, no ranting and raving...just a teenage boy and his friends enjoying their high school experience. Dinner was much less awkward this time around. And going to sleep...even though I expected Caleb to try to take over once again, I went in with much more confidence that I had last time. I won't let him terrorize me. He's just a fucking part of my stupid subconscious, and this time, I'm not gonna let him burst in and sink his dream claws into me like he has in the past. No more. I went to sleep that night with a determination to be in total control. Enough is enough. It was an almost impossible task going to sleep that night, simply because I was so stubborn on the issue. But I eventually drifted off, ready to do battle with any entity that came my way. You want to go blow for blow for control of my fucking dream domain, Caleb? Ok....let's do it, then.
Once I fell asleep, I carried that same attitude with me into the dream. I was aware of what was happening almost instantly, and I refused to give in. I refused. I found myself waking up on my front lawn, the sun shining down upon me, the sky as blue as it possibly could be. I didn't fall in to dream logic, I knew exactly where I was and what was going on. It felt good to know that I had a say in this whole experiment.
I stood up on my feet, and looked around, seeing the mist blocking my view from everything that wasn't a part of my house. Even the house across the street was lost in a foggy haze. But I stood strong, looking around, waiting for my so-called dream lover to make an appearance. Hopefully he doesn't mean to disappoint me now.
I didn't call his name, or even bother to push the mist back, for that matter. I simply waited. He'd be there.
I walked further along the street, the fog moving aside for me, until I began to see a grey silhouette in the distance. A boy with blond hair, and a baseball glove.
"Donnie...please don't be mad at me." His voice was so much softer, so much more sympathetic, than what I remembered from the last few times we met. "I know that...sometimes I get angry, and I get weird, but...I just...I love you soooo much. I'm scared to lose you again." I stopped walking when I was only a few feet away from him, and the fog had all but cleared the barrier between us. I saw Caleb's bright green eyes shining with a real sense of guilt for frightening me. He had such open expressions in his eyes, you could read his every emotion through them alone. But, as he waited for me to speak...I simply walked right around him instead. I think it confused him, but he turned and walked beside me anyway. All I have to do is ignore him, and he'll go away. That's it. He doesn't exist. None of this is real. If I just stop feeding him with attention, he won't be able to exist in this place anymore. And I'll be able to sleep again. "Donnie? Dude, where are we going?" He asked, but I didn't answer. I didn't even look in his direction. He kept talking, "I've been exploring a few things in here, figuring some things out. You know, it gets easier and easier to move around this place. The way you made it...it's just perfect." Still, no answer. "Well...I figured...maybe if you slept a little bit longer...I mean...I could...'help', if you want." Sleep longer? What was he talking about? "Donnie, I found a gateway. I could...I could pull you through. You can sleep...REALLY sleep. And then, you and I can stay in here together. Forever." Despite my determined walk and need to ignore him, there was something about that statement that seriously chilled me to the bone. "No more pain, Donnie. No more homework, no more expenses, no more nagging parents...just you and me. Together, we can make this place whatever we want it to be. Every minute we spend here could be an eternity. An eternity spent in love." He smiled, and leaned over to kiss me lightly on the cheek.
This time I stopped walking. "Don't you have a baseball game to get to, Caleb?" I said.
His smile dropped dramatically. He looked down at his glove, still holding a bloodstained baseball in its grip, and he tossed it to the ground. "I hate baseball. I don't care what 'he' says, I'm not joining the team." The glove bounced slowly off of the imaginary concrete, and floated up again as if there were no gravity surrounding it. "I need you to love me, Brett. This wasn't just some stupid internet fling, I TRUSTED you. I believed in you. In us." I had lost him again. Or...maybe he had lost himself. It might have seemed like a completely crazy theory at the time, but I was beginning to think that Caleb was losing his grip on his own reality. The same way I had been confused in school Monday. It's like...the closer our two worlds get, the more his reality and mine were beginning to merge in to one surreal existence that wasn't really sane for either one of us to be in. Wherever he was, wherever he was from, he seemed to be losing his hold on it completely. Just as I was losing my hold on mine. Our only middleground...was the dream.
I looked at him closely for a minute, but remembered what Chucky told me. Don't encourage it. Don't even acknowledge it. This has to stop, and I have to get myself right again. If Caleb wants to stay, he can't do it in my dream world. I turned my back on him and closed my eyes, transporting myself back to my front lawn. I created a warm sunbeam that coasted down through the clouds and covered my house in a dazzling shaft of light. Caleb appeared beside me only seconds later. "Do you wanna play a game?" He asked, but I stepped away from him. Change the weather, change the location...take my control back. "Donnie? Talk to me." I changed the day time sky into night, and with a little concentration...I felt a few snowflakes fall on my shoulders. Caleb got even more confused. He can't do it, can he? He can't stop me from changing things. It's still my world. My subconscious. He's just 'visiting'. "I don't like this. What are you doing?" He asked.
Without saying another word, I walked into the front door of my house, and shut it behind me, right in his face. He's powerless. Completely powerless. I heard Caleb knocking at the window, calling my name, asking me what was wrong, telling me he was sorry and that he loved me. But I didn't listen. Not at all. Ok...somebody else to focus on. A strong image. Something that will outweigh my thoughts of Caleb Jordan.
Sure enough, there he was, sitting on my living room couch, with one stray blond curl covring his right eye. A breathtaking representation of Austin...more beautiful than ever before. My GOD he was hot. Even in my dream I found myself holding my breath and swooning in his presence. The noises from outside continued, but I was only concentrating on making my dream boy as real as he possibly could be. Austn smiled warmly at me, and I felt a blush coming on, as my eyes drifted down to look at the floor. The entire room seemed to be affected by my feelings for him, and the walls began to glow with the radiant light of infatuation. He didn't say anything, he simply stood up from the couch, and walked over to take my hand. His eyes stared into mine, making me weak inside, and he leaned slowly forward to kiss my lips. I was breathless. Instantly swept away. My mind completely gave itself over to the sensation, with no restrictions, and it was just as real as anything else I could imagine. Maybe even moreso. I felt his hands side around me to rest on the small of my back. I felt the silken texture of his blond curls as I tangled my fingertips in their shiny mass. I could taste the flavor of him as his tongue slid erotically past my own, and we kissed passionately as the warmth of him rested against my chest.
It was then that I heard a loud banging at the window, and the door, and all of the walls, simultaneously. The pounding was so violent that it began to shake the whole house, and I heard another scream rip through the very air around us. But I didn't give in. I won't let Caleb frighten me into giving him control again. Instead, I broke my kiss with Austin, and headed towards the stairs so that we could go up to my bedroom. Caleb's protests rattled the framework of the house, plaster dropping down around us, the paint cracking and swelling, the railing turning to splinters. But Austin and I kept going. He walked up the stairs in front of me while I followed, my face just inches from that deliciously round bottom of his. I took a hold of his hips, and pushed my face against it, smashing the soft cheeks on my nose and lips, opening to take a big bite out of it. He smiled as he looked back and pulled me further up the stairs. When we reached my room, the hallway was littered with debris. The screams and the pounding...I ignored them all. Let him have his childish little tantrum. I don't care anymore.
Strangely enough, my bedroom was completely unaffected by his ranting and raving. It remained untouched. When I closed the door, even the noises from outside seemed to come to a complete halt. But, as I watched Austin pull his shirt off and start to undress in front of me...that ceased to be any of my concern. I couldn't strip fast enough, and when we embraced again, my naked skin against his, I actually felt goosebumps being raised on my arms and legs. Jesus...he felt so real. So warm. So hard. We rolled around on my bed, back and forth, our lips locked in the most intimate embrace, my hands all over him, his hands all over me. It was the most explosive erotic fantasy that I had created to date, and when I moved down to suck him slowly into my mouth....I nearly came all over myself. I bathed him all over that area with my tongue. His long, hard, shaft. His leaking circumcized tip. His full balls, dusted with fine wisps of blond hair. And the warm meat of his inner thighs, which I sucked on hard enough to leave a temporary hicky. It felt like him, moved like him, tasted like him, smelled like him...this dream character was an exact replica of what I assumed he would be. Right down to the way I imagined he would whimper when I kissed the tender center of his stomach, my tongue licking small circles around the rim of his cute little navel. It was all the reality that I needed.
And outside...the rumble of lightning and thunder. A black storm approaching from all sides. And when I glanced over to the window, Caleb was floating there. His eyes a deep red, surrounded by thick black circles of rage. His tightlipped expression and burning stare was almost enough to worry me, but not quite. This is exactly what Chucky was talking about. Taking my control back. He can't come in. He can't stop me. And that just proves, hands down, that he's a figment of my imagination. Nothing more. And after a few more nights of ignoring him, he'll have no choice but to disappear.
I went back to my sexy blond in bed, using my oral vaccuum to suck him deeply back into my mouth, knowing that this 'Caleb' creation was watching from the window. I let my saliva slicken his rod as it pumped slowly in and out of my lips, his knees bent slightly over my shoulders, my hands rubbing up and down his sides, occassionally running over his belly, and his nipples, and his pubic hairs. I felt surrounded by his body heat, and whimpered to myself as I took full enjoyment out of this opportunity.
Caleb saw the whole thing, but he didn't try to enter that room. In fact, he merely hovered outside the window in silence, his face frowned up in the most hateful expression. It was hard to ignore, but I managed. And when Austin reached the point of orgasm, filling me up with his seed...the entire world outside turned black. Black with red streaks of lightning crawling back and forth through the dark clouds spinning overhead. He had never been so enraged, and the dreamworld was deeply affected by his anger. Every inch of it...except for my bedroom. And as long as I was in here, I was safe.
The last thing I remember before waking up that morning was the hate and envy in his eyes. Mentally chewing me up with its glare. I had officially challenged him now. I made my stand. Now let's see if he'll make his.
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