From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Dream Shower
Date: 13 Jul 1996 22:12:38 GMT

			     Dream Shower

	I came home a little early one afternoon, and found nobody
home. I was bored, so I went out to the pool to catch some afternoon
sun. Lying there in the warm sun, I began to doze and had a wonderful
dream.

	In my dream I woke from a lazy nap, and went back inside my
house. There was still nobody home, so I decided to fix myself a snack
and watch TV. On the way into the kitchen I walked past an air
conditioning vent, and the cold air against the perspiration on my
body made me shiver. I pulled the towel from around my neck and began
to wipe myself down. The rough cloth of the dry towel make my skin
tingle, and when I wiped the towels against my chest, the fabric
teased my nipples which were hard from the cold air. A shower was most
definitely in order, so I abandoned my plan to have a sandwich and
went upstairs to my room. A nice luke warm shower seemed a perfect way
to freshen up after a nap in the sun.

	I stepped onto the tiles of the bath, made cold by the air
conditioning, and shivered again slightly. I closed the door and
turned around, reaching to turn on the shower. After a moment's
adjustment, warm water rushed across my hands and arms, at once
coolling my skin, and warming my muscles.

	I turned away from the shower and quickly stripped off my
trunks. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I thought about how lucky
I was. The man I saw in the mirror was not handsome, but ok-looking. I
saw my upper body slowly being masked by steam, and was proud of how
good I looked. My skin was smooth and my muscles hard. I was a bit on
the lean side for some people's taste, but I managed to do all right
with the guys I wanted to know. As I though about guys I reached down
and lifted my cock and thought to myself that it was a decent handful.
Pretty pleased with myself I stepped into the tub and began to enjoy
the warm, wet luxury of a leisurely shower.

	Then things just began to go wrong. Turning, I stepped on a
corner of the shower curtain and tore the top end loose. As I turned
to look at the damage, the lights went out. In my bathroom, where
there is no window at all, this meant that there was absolute
darkness. I swore and began to grope for the shower controls to shut
everything off and try and figure out what happened to the lights.

	With my back to the door and my hands on the shower handles, I
heard the bathroom door open. I half turned and asked who it was. Was
it Josh. When I got no answer, I turned and asked if it was Marc?
Still no answer, and the bathroom door was closed, blocking out all
light.

	I reached for the towel, thinking to step out of the shower
and confront Josh or Marc. Instead of a towel, my questing hand
encountered naked flesh. I placed my palm against the hard muscles of
his belly and slid my hand downward toward his groin.

	His hand captured mine, but not before I learned that my
mysterious visitor was Marc, naked and fully erect. He grasped my left
hand by the wrist, and with his other reached out and grasped my
shoulder. He still had spoken no word to me, and now he moved his hand
to grasp my other wrist. He pulled my arms up over my head, forcing me
to step forward, and stepping forward himself at the same time. His
hard cock pressed against mine, and our faces were close.

	I moved to kiss him, seeking gently in the dark, but he did
not let me. He lifted me higher, almost on tip-toe, and made me step
backward into the shower. He released my wrists briefly, then suddenly
held them again. He pulled them down in front of me and wrapped
something around my hands. It was a rubber tube of some sort, about as
big around as a peice of rope, and very strong. He pulled it tight,
binding my wrists, and lifted my arms high once again.

	I knew now that my visitor in the darkness was Marc, because
he once told me "I'd like to hang you up and fuck you wet!" He was
living out a dream, and I was willing to go for it.

	Somehow, he fastened the rubber thing around my wrists to the
shower head and there I was, tied up in the shower, helpless in the
dark, mastered by an "unknown assailant". Neither of us spoke, I was
afraid it would ruin the mystery of it all.

	As I stood there, I pulled gently with my hands at the rope
that bound my wrists. It was tight, and I couldn't budge it at all. I
suddenly began to feel a bit fearful... I really couldn't get away.
But I didn't really want to.

	Standing there, water cascading down my back, I felt my
"unknown assailant" move close to me. He rubbed his cock against my
ass, and slipped it into the crack, to rub it up and down in the rush
of water. A moment later, he stepped close, and I felt his hands on my
chest. He had a bar of soap and was lathering me all over. His soapy
hands slid up and down the smooth skin of m abdomen, sliding across
the muscles and tickling me slightly. He reached down between my legs
and soaped my cock and balls and stroked me for a while, all the time
rubbing his cock against my ass. He move his hands back to my chest
now, and covered my pecs with a heavy lather, teasing my nipples while
covering them with suds.

	He then stepped back for a moment, and taking hold of his cock
lined it up with my asshole. I felt him press the head against my hole
and gently push. The tease was more than I could take, and I pushed my
ass toward him, trying to swallow his cock before he could pull it
away. He didn't pull away, though. When he felt me thrust, he matched
it and shoved a full eight inches of steel-hard meat right up my ass.

	I gasped and tried to pull away, but he put his arms arond me
and pulled me back. Thrusting again and again in the first seconds we
were joined, he hurt me badly, but I wanted it.

	He let his hands roam over my belly and my chest, my hips and
my ass, while he fucked me with long hard strokes. His fingers were
wet, and my chest was lathered so he couldn't actually get a grip on
my nipples. He would try to pinch them but his fingers just slid off.
It felt better than any other teasing I've ever felt.

	My cock was hard as stone, and slapping up and down, making a
wet noise against my belly, that matched every thrust he made into my
ass. His hands ranged up and down my body, teasing and ticklling and
driving me crazy under the rush of the warm water. It seemed to go on
forever, a gentle tweak at my nipple that would have hurt had his
hands not been so slippery, a hard thrust that made my asshole twinge
with pain, pulling back feeling his cock ease the pressure on my
insides only to have it renewed, again and again. He'd reach down and
squeeze my cock now and again, and I knew that if he kept it up for
long I'd shoot a heavy load all over the shower wall.

	He slowed his thrusting suddenly, and his hands left me. I
thought perhaps he was about to cum, but he was only reaching for
something. With the renewal of the best butt-fuck I'd ever had, my
"mysterious stranger" added a new twist to things. He had picked up a
brush of some sort. It had a long handle, like a scrub brush, and the
nylon bristles were hard... and sharp.

	He reached between my legs with the brush, and betan swinging
it back and forth, slapping the inside of my thighs, stinging them
with the stiff bristles. Then he began to rub my thighs with the
brush, gently scratching at the area he had stung before.

	All the while he continued fucking me, never missing a stroke,
every storke filling me up like I would explode. With the brush, he
moved upward, and gently began to lift my balls with those hundreds of
tiny spikes. My balls and cock were bouncing back and forth with the
motion of our fucking and my balls were bouncing against the brush
with considerable force.

	I groaned and asked him to stop. For an answer, he took the
brush and began to tease the head of my cock. Brushing it back and
forth, the painful pleasure of that brush, stroked across the head of
my cock, and scratching up and down it's length brought me to the
point of no return in just moments. I began to moan softly, and he
began to fuck me still harder.

	Whlie I pushed my ass backward to match his upward thrusts, he
held my cock in one hand and the brush in the other and dragged it
raidly back and forth, around and around across the head of my cock.
As he squeezed, and as he pumped his meat into my ass, I came a huge
load. It felt liek ti went on forever, and it was delivered right into
the bristles of that brush.

	He felt me shudder and he felt my cock spasm in his hand, but
he never missed a stroke, he just kept pumping his cock deep into my
ass, his every eight inch stroke, making me, forcing me, to meet it
with my own stroke. He didn't stop though, he took that same brush and
began to drag it back and forth across my left nipple. He wrapped his
left arm around my waist, and pulled us still closer, and with his
right he began to brush my nipple like he would polish a shoe.

	The sensation was incredible. At first it was wonderful, then
it began to burn a little, then it began to feel like he was
sandpapering me. After that I could no longer tell if it hurt or felt
good, I just didn't want him to stop.

	Gripping me close, teasing my nipple, he reached down to my
cock and began stroking me. I was already hard again, and it took him
only moments to make me cum again. This time though, he shared it with
me. As I came, I felt him stop his thrusts, then give ti one more huge
shove. He crushed me to him, and if it was possible hi would have
shoved his cock even deeper into me. As it was, I thought he would
split me in two. I actually FELT his cock get bigger as he shot big
streams of cum up my ass.

	Without a word, he pulled his softening cock from within me,
my body was grateful for the release, but I wanted to keep it there.
Still without speaking, he stepped out of the shower. I heard him
towel himself off, and I waited for him to untie my hands. Instead he
turned and left me, helpless, tied to the shower head.

	I worked my hands loose, and found my way to a towel.

	Dripping still, I stepped out into the bedroom to curse Marc
for leaving me tied like that, when Marc and Josh, fully clothed came
into my bedroom to ask me why the power was off.

	They said I had a dream. I think they set me up. Marc smiles
secretly sometimes, and I wonder how much of it was real.

	I know I woke up from my dream in my bedroom, not by the pool.