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This particular story is different from the others I have previously posted in that the characters do not come completely from my imagination.  I have not changed names nor will I give full names (frankly, I can't remember some of the full names).  The story is divided into three nights, as the story has presented itself to me in dream form over the course of three nights.  The three do not build on a previous dream; they're different, but with the same central characters.  I hope you enjoy as much as I did each night.  I am rather sad that the dreams have stopped popping in to my mind each night, but they may yet return.
 
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Taking a required English course at my local Junior College was turning out to be an easy add of units.  I never did understand what happened during my admissions phase to not get me an automatic pass from the course, but all was turning out OK.  The teacher, Dennis, was an interesting sort.  He was more interested in talking about the screenplay he had just finished (which was subsequently picked up) than railing on us to constantly produce inane papers.  It was nice to have two high-school friends in the class with me as this was my first semester in the freshman year.  Isaac was the guy that liked everybody and everybody liked, and Carol was the cheerleader that some liked, and she was friends with only a select few.  (That's High-School right there.)  Having had a third-year French class with both of them in our senior year, we were friends and had some good times commenting on the teacher.
 
At the mid-term assessment, my writing sample was reviewed by the English professor panel and I scored well enough to pass the class at the end of term.  Now, I just needed to show up each day and complete whatever assignments were given.  So, each Monday, Wednesday, and Friday I kept my 2:00 p.m. commitment, and left the campus for the day around 3:00.  Also in the class, the central character for the recurring dreams was Sven.  (Yep, that was his name-no lie.)  From what I remember, Sven was born abroad, but had grown up in the United States.  He was primarily attending the local University, but needed this course from the lower-cost Junior College.  He was slightly taller than I; I'd estimate 6'4" and had dark hair, green eyes, and a solid build.  Being a couple of years older than a college freshman, Sven was an easygoing and confident.  That confidence played well with the girls in the classroom, and made the guys take notice that he was on
 his game.
 
One day after finishing class, we walked toward the parking lot together-talking about the class, what time I had to be at work, a struggle he was having with his Geometry work and other small talk.  By this time of day, the parking lot was nearly empty and upon reaching my car we said goodbye and he kept walking toward the edge of the lot.  I asked Sven where he was parked and he said that his car was in the repair shop so he was taking the bus back to his place.  Knowing that I had a short, late shift that didn't start till 6:00, I told him to get in; I'd take him home.  Before starting the engine, we pulled off the top of the car to enjoy the unusually warm late-autumn day.  (Winter comes late to Central California.)  
 
Before making it to the campus exit, Sven asked if I minded if he took off his shirt.  I certainly didn't mind, in fact I welcomed the chance to have some eye candy sitting right next to me-heck, he could get naked right there if he wanted too!  Maintaining composure, I responded simply that it was not a problem and to make himself comfortable.  Sven turned out to be nicely tanned, with an even dusting of thin, dark hair across his pecs and abs.  I wouldn't classify him as a bear; you could easily see the nice definition of his chest.  And speaking of definition, he was beautiful.  From the solid pectoral muscles with the dark areolas to the six-plus-pack abs to the strong neck and shoulders or the definition of the bicep and tricep muscles in the arms, it was obvious that Sven's confidence came from, or was augmented by, his well-developed physique.
 
And that is where we take a break from reality and enter the recurring dreams.  Oh, what lovely dreams!
 
 
Night One:
 
Reaching the house where Sven lived with a bunch of other guys from the University, Sven asked me if I wanted to come in and hang out till I had to go to work.  Having nothing else to do, and wanting to spend more time with him, I said sure.  Following his direction, I brought my uniform in so that I could change for work when the time came.  We went into the house of Theta Chi, the fraternity house where he lived and he introduced me to a bunch of his friends.  They all looked about Sven's age, and that made sense as most people going off to the local University did a couple of years at the lower-cost JC and transferred for Junior and Senior years.  The guys ranged in appearance from heavy to fit and came in all heights.  Overall, it looked like a good group of guys, and they seemed to be having fun.
 
Going down the hall past the shared bathroom and kitchen, Sven showed me in to his shared room and told me that his roommate took morning classes and worked till 9:00 each night.  He got out his Geometry book and we started talking about some of the troubles he was having.  After about 30 minutes, he seemed to really be getting the hang of what he'd been working on and we started talking about other topics.  I really wanted to understand his confidence (mainly so I could get a little more of my own) and I asked him how he did it.  Specifically, how is it that he can come across so cool and collected with anyone, even those he doesn't know?  How is it that the girls keep coming at you, and you just seem to string them along?  He chuckled a bit and flashed me his straight, white smile.  His response floored me.  He told me that although he rather enjoyed the attention, most of the confidence came from the body (a result of good genes and time in the
 gym), from knowing that he would get what he wanted, and knowing that because he had never had sex he could easily string anyone along.
 
"Never?" I asked.  
 
"Nope.  At first it was just one of those things.  People assumed I had, I didn't change their assumptions.  Then, it was a matter of preserving my confidence.  I didn't want to get with a girl and blow my wad in two seconds or something.  So, now, when I get horny, I pump iron."  Sven gave a mock pose, flashed that smile again, and said, "I get horny a lot!"  
 
"Are you saving yourself now for marriage?"
 
"I don't know, not really.  I'm not in a serious relationship and haven't been as a result of this."
 
"What about a blowjob?  Ever considered that?"
 
"I'd be all over that, but most girls aren't into that without something in return.  I'm not ready to deal with the pressure of performing."
 
"What about guys?"  I asked, straight-faced.
 
"Dude!  I'm not gay."
 
"Right, I never said you were.  You don't have to be gay to get a blow-job from a guy.  Really, I don't think that you can call someone gay from a single encounter, or a group of encounters.  In my thoughts, being gay is a lifestyle."
 
"I guess I agree with the first part.  Not sure about the second part though."
 
So, now it was time for me to test my inner confidence.  I had Sven, still shirtless, alone in his room and we've been talking about sex and blow-jobs.  I knew I was horny, but was he?  "All right Sven, I want you to go lay on your bed, and I want you to trust me.  There is no fear of anything here, just exploration, and one friend helping another."
 
"What are you talking about?"  Sven tried to feign ignorance.
 
"You heard me Sven.  Go lay down on the bed."  I got up and slid the bolt on the door, securing us from unwanted visitors.  When I looked back, Sven had moved and was sitting on the bed, looking at me with nervous eyes - the first time I'd seen them from him.  Seeing his radio on the desk, I turned it on and made the music loud enough to cover our conversation and activity.
 
As I approached, I reassured him, "Sven, what I'm about to do does not make you gay.  I want you to experience a blow-job, how it feels, and how it's completely different from jacking off.  You'll want to cum, but I want you to try and hold it back.  You can tell me to stop at any time, to let you take a break and hold off blowing your load, or stop for good.  What happens here stays between us, agreed?"
 
Sven simply nodded his agreement, exhaled fully and fell back into his pillow.  His breaths coming shallow now, his defined abs enticed me to touch.  I kneeled at the bedside, sliding a pillow under my knees and put my hand on his bare chest; slowly exploring the ridges of his torso.  Sven flinched slightly, nervous by my touch.  I caressed his right nipple before sliding my hand down his abs and to his navel.  I lowered my mouth to him and gently licked and sucked his nipple.  Sven moaned slightly and gave another deep sigh as he tried to keep himself calm.  When I asked, "do you want me to keep going?" he simply nodded - I don't think he trusted himself to speak.
 
Sliding my hand further, I felt Sven's crotch through his black denim jeans.  Sven was certainly excited, and now I was nervous.  Aside from two respectable bulges low in the crotch, his rod arced off to the right toward his hip and easily reached the pocket of his jeans.  "Damn Sven!  What is all this about?"
 
"Part of the good genes thing, I guess."
 
"I guess so!  Let's get these pants off if you're ready, I know I am!"
 
Without saying a word, Sven unbuttoned the jeans and slid them down, along with his blue briefs, releasing his long, hard rod from captivity.  As he slid the clothing off past his ankles, I gazed fondly on his package and prepared myself for what I had started.  While longer than me by a couple of inches, he wasn't freakishly large.  His width was about that of mine, but he had what I didn't often see, skin covering the head of his long dick.  His hair was trimmed back, but he was not clean shaven.  Curious, I asked him, "If you're not getting any, why are you trimming the bushes?"
 
"Keeping up the image.  My boys all think I'm getting it."
 
Changing position, I kneeled over him on the bed and began licking his balls.  Sven's head arched back and he held on to the headboard of the bed, moaning softly.  The tongue bath continued for several minutes, alternating from side to side, and at some times pulling both into my mouth at once.  I could see the strings of precum connecting the very tip of Sven's dick to his taut abs just above his navel.  Moving my attention up and releasing Sven's orbs from my lips, I slid the tip of my tongue along the underside of Sven's length.  He was so completely excited that I could feel the fast beat of his heart throbbing through the veins along his shaft.  Reaching the tip, I sucked the edge of foreskin forward, gripping it lightly between my teeth.  Pushing my tongue forward, I found the hole in the skin, released my teeth, and ran my tongue along the inside of the skin and head of his cock.
 
Sven continued to moan softly, shifting his head back and forth on his pillow and holding his headboard; his biceps and pecs taut in their effort to control this new pleasure.  Releasing his rod, I broke the news to Sven that although girls will give head, it will always be better from a guy.  With that, I opened wide and slid my mouth down Sven's rod, sliding my tongue along the under-side ridge until his head hit my throat.  There were several more inches needing my attention, but I figured that if Sven could hold out a couple of minutes, then I'd switch positions to get my neck in a better position to take him fully.  Moving my hands to hold Sven by the torso, I worked my mouth slowly up and down Sven's pole.  Soon, he was meeting my mouth with gentle thrusts and moaning louder and more frequently.  I slowed my pace, knowing that he was very excited and knowing that I wanted it to continue a bit longer.  With one last slow ride up Sven's pole,
 I sucked hard on the head, and released him from my warm mouth.
 
"How you doing stud?"
 
Panting, Sven said, "OK.  Why did you stop?"
 
"Would you like me to get all of you into my mouth?"


"Yeah dude, can you do that?"
 
"Yes, but only if you want it badly and only if you let me do one other thing first.  I promise, it's not painful, and you will like it after about five seconds."
 
"Do what you want.  This feels too good to stop now."
 
I moved my hands down and pushed Sven's legs apart and knees up.  He looked at me concerned and I returned a reassuring smile.  Lowering my face again to his balls, I licked them slowly then dropped down to his soft spot, licking along the path to his ass.  Sven jumped immediately, but then regained his composure and spread his legs further; inviting me in.  I alternated my attention between his ass path and big ball sacs while Sven responded with moans, more panting and his head thrashing from side to side.  I parted his ass cheeks slowly, over the course of several jumps between licking zones and slowly drew closer to his puckered hole.  Finally, after several minutes, I was able to get my tongue onto his hole which got me a muffled epitaph from my bed partner.
 
Being his first time with any of this, I dared not attempt to penetrate his ass, but licked all regions of his crotch for several more minutes.  Sven lay on the bed, moaning and panting, now covered with a thin layer of sex sweat.  Changing positions, I lined up my body to allow me to open wide, relax and pull all of Sven's meat into my mouth and down my throat.  Slowly, I slid my face down his virgin fuck pole until he hit my throat. Relaxing my throat and envisioning the result of my efforts, I continued to slide Sven in (taking breaks to find my air paths) until my nose hit his balls.  Reaching one hand over to his left pec, I massaged his pec and nipple as I slid my face slightly up and down his rod, a matter of mere centimeters.  The feeling of his dick head in my throat was exquisite, and feeling his powerful body quake below me gave me immense satisfaction.  Sven was confident and cool, yet I held the power at the moment.
 
As I continued my slow oral massage, Sven's balls began to retract, and his rod stiffened further in my mouth and down my throat; making my breathing more difficult.  Maintaining my composure and knowing he was about to shoot, I pinched his nipple harder, bringing out  long, low moans as his entire body began to quiver and spasm.  With wave after wave of body spasm, Sven simply moaned deep, soft moans and panted as his long dick pulsed wave after wave of cum into me.  Wanting to taste the juice more fully, I slid Sven out until the head was at the tip of my tongue as the final jets of his sweet juice released from his rod. 
 
I held his rod in my mouth until I watched his nuts begin to drop back away, then kissed my way up Sven's abs, ending on his right nipple; where my journey began.  "Well my friend, that is my version of a blow-job.  You've got that under your belt now.  How you feeling?"
 
Still panting, Sven responded, "Pretty damn good.  Much better than jacking off."


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