(Note: this is an actual dream I had one morning, told as it 'happened')
I'm in a dusty old shop, sleeping upstairs with my wife. I think we
must be in Paris somewhere, and almost certainly it's the past. I wake
in the night and wander downstairs. Our shop sells photographs, though
for some reason I'm seeing them for the first time, lining the walls. I
wander back and forth, admiring the artistry. One in particular catches
my eye. It is of a young boy, nine or ten, naked from the waist down.
He's surrounded by all sorts of other images - there's been plenty of
post-editing on the picture - but all I can focus on is the part of him
which is unclothed. He's a typical young boy in that regard, perhaps
slightly bigger than most. It's a pointy little thing at the core of
his being.
I am disturbed by a sound coming from the street. Over the way is a
cafe, still buzzing with night life. The lights are blinding, so it's
almost impossible to see anything in the street, but out of the gloom
walk two figures. It is only when they reach the near pavement that one
of them is the young boy from the photograph I had so admired, and his
is dressed in exactly the same way, a peasant smock and red
handkerchief being the only adornment on his body. The other boy must
be his brother, similar in appearance, slightly older.
My heart thumps in my chest as I open the door to let them into the
shop. They wander in with a smile, and we immediately go over to a
small round table. The older brother sits furthest from me, the younger
boy next to me. For a moment I regard his form, and then without asking
reach over and touch him. The next thing I know, I'm kneeling next to
him and his boyhood is entering my mouth. He isn't hard to start with,
but the flesh is rubbery, not at all like that of a flaccid adult
member. I nurse it for a moment, the flavour rich on my tongue, a
flavour of flesh and unmistakably of young boy penis.
It hardens rapidly, and at full mast is a nice size on my tongue,
definitely that of a young boy, but pleasantly plump. I toy with the
skin a moment, pulling hard to try to retract it. It's thick and tight,
but eventually gives way and pulls back, revealing an engorged head
which I immediately take into my mouth. I run my tongue along the gap
between the flare of his crown and the roll of his foreskin, which is
still pulled back by one hand, sampling his surprisingly tangy taste.
With his head exposed, I go to town, bobbing my head up and down
faster and faster, sucking hard as I do so, letting my rough tongue
play along the side of his sensitive head.
His arms, draped over my head, begin to twitch, a sign that the
pleasure is beginning to build. His stomach joins in, flexing beneath
my cheek. With a stifled groan he has his orgasm, impossibly hard
boyhood straining even harder in my mouth, hips humping up to meet my
face.