Chapter 1
The First Dream

Jack Sholder was a closet boylover and had been so for the last ten years since he had decided that boys definitely were his thing. He was a pariah who would never have the chance to express his love, even in a platonic way. Jack was no rapist; he considered himself, a good honest person who would never hurt a child or anyone else for that matter. Still, like all those with his proclivity, society considered him a predator of the worst kind, preying on the young and innocent. He did believe such people existed but no more among pedophiles than in any other group.

Jack adapted and created his own private, secret world that he would not–could not–share with anyone. It was a lonely life, with no one to talk to about his deeper thoughts, feelings, or experiences.

The internet was a treasure trove that always brought new gifts, pictures, movies, and books that Jack collected. This way, he could keep away from the real boys and not risk going to jail or jeopardize his social life. He could visit his family, date girls, and keep friends like anybody else, without feeling ashamed.

Jack avoided places where he might have direct contact with boys, but he did enjoy watching them from afar on a nice day at open public places, especially those where he knew boys hung out together. He would enjoy their laughter, playfulness, and carefree existence from a distance, pretending to read or looking like he was waiting for someone.

Only for Halloween did he make an exception. It had always been his favorite holiday. It was a very special night where all that was usually forbidden, staying out late, eating too much candy, disguising yourself, and pulling off pranks, was allowed.

Every year, Jack did his best to have the most spectacular and fashionable decorations. The most succulent and appreciated candy, making sure that every boy in the neighborhood would want to pay him a visit. He had been very successful these last years, and he hoped this one would be no different.

Having a special young friend for Jack was out of the question; he had closed that door: it was too dangerous–or, had he? If you looked at his living room, you would see an extra-large widescreen TV, the latest PlayStation and games, all the Marvel blockbusters, Star Wars, and beside them an impressive collection of comics. He lived in a middle-class neighborhood with many families and children but could have afforded much better since he had a good job and the income that came with it.

Seven days before Halloween, everything was in place and working. Decorating the front yard were the usual pumpkins, ghosts, skeletons, a witch on her broom, and many other things in and around the house, some of them animated or ready to jump at the visitor from their hidden places. Michael Jackson's Thriller would play most of the evening, who else? Jack was quite satisfied with his work and sure of his renewed success.

That night he went to sleep, as usual, not knowing it would be the start of a strange adventure that would take place in his bed.

It began quite innocently with a dream.The kind of dream he would have liked to have more often, a dream where boys were present. Strangely, those were quite rare for him, while each day, he had to say, boys filled many of his thoughts.

The dream had another peculiarity: it felt quite real without all of the usual absurdity and quirks that you could expect. It looked very much like any of the previous Halloween nights he had known these last years. He could even recognize some of the boys and girls that had visited him before and the parents that often accompanied them, but it took place this same year. The scares and ornaments were those he had installed recently. It was going on as usual, he gave them candy, and they talked of this year's decorations, telling him if they were frightening enough.

He complimented them on their costumes, the classic ones, a pirate, a princess, and the more up to date ones, Ironman, Captain America, and Spiderman, who came for a visit: superheroes were heavily represented. He had to say he honestly was not too fond of those Marvel movies; he much preferred the Star Wars saga. There were some of those too, a Yoda, stormtroopers, a Jedi. There was also a Demogorgon. He loved the Stranger Things series and waited eagerly for each new season.

Some costumes were more to his taste for obvious reasons, the more revealing ones certainly, a shirtless Native American Indian, the southern California weather permitting, a Peter Pan in tight stockings, but there were few of these. Nevertheless, he loved talking with the kids. It was easy and he could feel natural and sincere with them without any of the usual barriers and suspicion that were so frequent now between children and adults in most circumstances. He could even touch them inconspicuously; caress a soft cheek or some unruly locks. He would have loved to take photos but had never dared, and he was pleased when the children or their parents asked to take pictures of his house and decorations, sometimes even asking him to pose in front of them with their kids.

Of course, there were differences in the way he looked at them, depending on their age or sex. Though he made no difference in the quantity of candy he gave or the attention he offered each one of them, he wished for the prettier twelvish boys to linger, perhaps let them have a glance inside on all the treasures that could catch their attention. At that age, they often did not have parents with them. It opened so many possibilities, but in the few instances he had felt something could happen, that a relationship, whatever its nature, was possible, that the boy was catching the bait, he took a step backward afraid of the consequences–using one pretense or another to end the visit and send him away. How miserable he felt in those instances, but he did not want to put himself in jeopardy and lose his freedom. Most of all, he feared that his feelings were unnatural and dangerous for the children themselves, as it was repeated again and again on all media, he associated his feelings with shame and guilt. His secret virtual garden had to be enough, and he had to be satisfied with it.

The evening was coming to a close and it was getting late when two boys rang his doorbell. So far, the dream had been like a reenactment of past Halloweens with nothing special or uncommon happening. As he opened the door, surprised by such a late visit, he had a shock:

They were breathtaking, the epitome of boyhood and just the right age, Jack was smitten the moment his eyes fell on them. One was raven-haired with an exotic look, a mix of races certainly, and the other with golden locks, the all-American boy with charm and a winning smile. Their costumes could have been considered common at first glance, a cowboy and Indian, like in the games he played when he was much younger. It was not so because of the way they wore them first and of the notable differences to the usual ones he had seen countless times previously.

What caught his attention right away was the shirtless beauty at his left with his glowing and flawless darker skin, and his slender naked thighs, that in pure Indian fashion met with deerskin boots just above the knee. He was not wearing shorts but a simple loincloth, something he had never seen on Halloween or any other occasion. Jack wondered when the boy turned around to leave if he would have a peek at his glorious naked bum cheeks. That seemed a clear possibility. On his right, the cowboy was not as exposed, but he noted that his legs were encased in very tight-fitting jeans, highlighted by boots that, this time, stopped just under the knee. He could have been an image out of a fashion magazine in pose and attitude, with his steely blue eyes, clear skin, and barely seen freckles. Despite the disadvantage of showing much less skin, when you looked at him, he was striking.

From that moment, Jack had only one obsession, touch them, kiss them, and let us say it: have sex with them. He was quite conscious of that. He was harder than ever and leaking to the point that he was afraid it would show. He stood paralyzed, terrified by these feelings.

There was such sensuality that oozed from their bodies, their whole being, that it was painful for him to watch them.

"Trick or treat," they said in chorus, smiling with white and perfect teeth that would never see an orthodontist's office.

Jack stayed silent and immobile for a moment, stunned by this unexpected and perfect vision.

"Trick or treat," they repeated. It seemed they were not bothered or surprised by the man's lack of reaction.

Damn, how stunning they are! I have to do, say something.

"Hi kids, give me your bags. It's late; I thought I had already seen my last visitors tonight." It was lame but better than nothing. He looked around, no parent, big or little brother, or sister in sight.

"I'm thirsty. Could I have a glass of water or something, please," asked the little blond bombshell.

"Of course, no problem. I guess you'll have to get home soon now, won't you?"

"Maybe," was the enigmatic answer.

"Wait here; I'll bring you one."

Jack rushed into the open kitchen; he could do better than just a glass of water.

"Wouldn't you prefer a coke, orange juice?" he shouted, turning around.

There was no need to shout; the boys were there, right behind him. They had followed and entered his house, looking all around and obviously very interested in all they could see.

"A coke, please, sir."

Those boys were well educated and polite. He saw they were also holding hands. How cute; they sure did not look like brothers, though.

"And you, don't you want something?" asked Jack to the dark-haired one, no less spectacular in his looks and with the advantage of the exposed flesh.

Jack felt a strong need to rub himself down there, he was behind the counter, hidden, and he could not resist the urge, one hand holding a glass, the other on his throbbing member. It was not right; he should not be doing that. The kids had turned around, looking at all the paraphernalia exposed to please and lure them. It certainly seemed to work. Jack's eyes could not avoid fixing themselves on the magnificent round butts displayed, one wonderfully outlined by the tight jeans, the other almost fully revealed but for the small back flap of the loincloth. What parents would let their kids go out dressed like that nowadays? His hand was stroking faster, harder. He exploded and woke up.

At first, Jack was confused; the dream had been so vivid, so real, he wondered what he was doing in his bed, one hand in his boxers and coated with sperm. He wanted to cling to the dream, recall every detail, and not let it go away, as that always happened, forgetting most of it.

But this time, the dream stayed with him, and he regretted that he did not have such dreams more often. He would have liked the dream to go on. What could have happened if he had not satisfied himself prematurely and awakened? He did not dare hope that it would be a recurring dream and that he would be visited again by those two little angels, well, very sexy angels too. After revisiting the scene in every aspect and memorizing the boy's spectacular features to the last detail, he was finally able to go back to sleep with a smile on his face.

The next day went by as usual, but with the memory of last night's dream ever present. When he arrived back home, he tested and checked some of the surprises that had been set for his Halloween visitors. He rearranged some of the decorations to get a better effect, without thinking of it, taking into account some of the kid's words during his strange dream–then he had dinner. He watched a movie but had some difficulty concentrating. It was not very good anyway, the kind of movie he watched more for the pretty boy featured in it than anything else, but this boy paled in comparison to his two Halloween visitors as he called them.

He went to sleep without any expectations, delighting only in the images of the two lovely and hot-as-hell young beauties that he hoped would stay in his mind forever.

Chapter 2
The Second Dream

Can one be surprised by the nature of a dream? Jack did not know, but it certainly was his feeling when he found himself again at home on Halloween night, welcoming trick or treaters of different ages and sizes and secretly hoping that those two very special boys would show up again. Could one expect or wish for something to happen when you were dreaming? He did not know the answer to that question either.

At the door, Spiderman, Thor, and Wonder Woman were talking with Jack about the good scares they experienced with the ghosts along the front walkway when the two boys in question appeared, wearing different but as revealing costumes as the previous night. It was odd, but so was the whole thing, wasn't it? Such precise and recurring dreams were not that common, certainly not for him. Jack was suddenly expeditious with the group of three that had been there already, as he wanted to dedicate himself and as much time as possible to the marvelous duo. He did not give them the slightest parting glance as they left.

Now that they were gone, he could focus all of his attention to the two beauties in front of him, and what a marvel they were indeed. They wore peculiar costumes for Halloween, but what did he care? Those were more revealing than any he had seen that night and probably any previous Halloween. Twice in a row was already a record, a milestone that would be difficult to equal.

"Trick or treat?" the two boys asked in chorus as a close to perfect repetition of the previous dream.

"Treat," answered Jack. For you and for me, he could have added.

"Thanks," the blond said, putting forward a bag that was close to empty.

"Don't tell me you already ate all that was given to you tonight?" asked Jack as he filled the two bags with a generous amount of candy.

"No, we're just getting started," said the raven locks one.

"It's late; what have you been doing?"

"Well, we were delayed," answered the blue-eyed one after exchanging a look with the green-eyed beauty. Jack understood he would receive no better answer.

"I don't think I've seen you before, either around the neighborhood or last year at Halloween? What are your names?"

"Yes, we just moved here."

"We? You don't look like brothers to me."

"We're not."

Again, not a precise answer, and still, no names. There was the smell of candy in the air, of course, but of something else too. The boys were really close and Jack inhaled deeply, yes, it was them, and that odor was as seductive as their looks. He was feeling a stirring in his loins again and was fighting it while trying to find a way to keep the conversation going, keep them on his doorstep for as long as possible.

"And what costumes are those, not the usual fare."

"As I told you, we just arrived here; it was a last-minute choice. We could have done better. I think they're not that bad," he added with a wink and a smile that said, no he didn't dare think that way. "Don't you like them?"

"I do, I do like them very much," more than you could think; I hope you'll not ask why, though. "What are they exactly?"

They looked like soccer or rugby uniforms out of a boylover's dream, no pun intended. The shorts were short, stopping just under the buttocks, the socks went up to mid-calf, and the T-shirts were sleeveless, revealing soft shoulders. Quite different from what you would see nowadays, where almost every inch of skin was hidden. There were names of teams on them he had never heard of.

"Those are kiwi soccer uniforms." I'm supposed to be Chis Wood, said the blond.

"I'm Winston Reid," said the other. "We lived there for the last eighteen months or so, New Zealand, I mean."

"The land of the Hobbits, Middle Earth! That's why I never saw you around here before."

Things were going smoothly, too well perhaps and out of the corner of an eye, he saw a problem arising: a group of kids coming this way, entering the front yard. He could hear their laughs and screams when the ghost jumped at them. They would be here any minute now and it would end for … he could not even name them yet.

"You still haven't told me your names, boys."

"Didn't we?"

"No, you have not."

They seemed to be teasing him, looking at him in an enticing way. Could they know the effect they had on him? Jack did not doubt they were aware of how alluring and charming they were. Was it the reason for their choice of costume? Those were quite unusual, to say the least. Was Jack projecting his own desires and coming to misguided conclusions? That was very likely, but what did it matter? It would fuel his fantasies for months to come and in a few minutes, even less than that, the two sex bombs would be gone, probably never to be seen again, or perhaps, with some luck, only next Halloween.

"Can I use your bathroom?"

"Sorry?" It could not be, not again. They wanted to come into his house, for the second time, well, the first time in this dream. Could it be like in the movie Groundhog Day? Things would repeat themselves each time and it was up to him to adapt his behavior to get what he wanted in the end.

Have sex with them! That is what Jack wanted if he was honest, or expressed in a better way: make love with them. He would even be quite happy tasting only one out of the two. The choice would be difficult, though.

"You know, I need to pee," the boy repeated with a conniving smile. It was the dark-haired one, with the long legs and pert butt.

"No problem, if you tell me your name."

"I'm Logan, and this is my cousin, William."

"Cousins? Come in then; I'll show you the way; William can wait for you in the living room."

As Logan closed the door to the bathroom, Jack was torn. He would have liked to stay with William and keep admiring his so attractive physique, notably concentrating on his bubble butt. Well defined by the tight shorts that clung to it, and see his reaction to the boy paraphernalia exposed all around … but he had to welcome the kids who just arrived at his door.

Jack would take care of them as quickly as possible, fill their bags with candy and leave it at that. He certainly could do it.

"I'll be right back," he said, rushing to the door.

He did not exchange more than five words with the new arrivals and was back in the living room in less than two minutes.

Jack was desperately searching for a way to have them stay longer.

"Would you like something to drink while you wait? It's been hot today," he said, watching with satisfaction the boy examine, with great interest, the shelves filled with games and movies. He sent a glance to the bathroom: Logan was still not in sight. It seemed a bit long for a pee, but what did he care?

"Yes, please, a coke? That's quite a collection you have there, sir."

Those kids were definitely well educated and polite, he thought again, a not so common occurrence and a nice addition to their extraordinary good looks. The boy was standing there, his skin glowing under the artificial lights: it was blemish-free and soft looking, pale true, but not a sickly pale, on the contrary, a healthy one, creamy and full of taste. Jack wanted to touch it, caress it, lose himself in the sensations it could bring. He did not want to leave his side, the drink forgotten, when the boy turned around, facing him.

Jack pulled back his hand.

William, with a ravishing smile, said, "Can Logan have one too? If you don't mind, a coke, I mean."

"Yes, sure, the kitchen is just there as you can see, make yourself at home."

"Thanks, sir. You didn't tell us your name either."

"I'm Jack; you can call me Jack."

"We'll do that. Look, my cousin's back."

And he was, showing a deep, dark tan that contrasted admirably with William's skin tones.

"Go fetch yourself a drink, boys, take whatever pleases you."

"Even a beer," teased William.

"I don't think you're old enough or that you would even like it, but if you want to have a taste, why not? It's Halloween after all."

Jack regretted his words as soon as they left his mouth, but it was too late and he was getting ready to take some risks for the first time of his life. Once again, his body was betraying him, the simple rubbing of his trousers over his hard as a rock cock sent waves of pleasure to his mind. He didn't think he would be able to hold it much longer. He needed some relief.

The problem was that his climax had ended the previous dream and he did not want it to end again when all was gearing up for a memorable evening. The boys did not seem in a hurry to leave. It would be even less likely if they did choose a beer, it could have a strong effect at that age, wobbly legs and more… No, he should not think that way.

Jack wanted to touch at least one of them, just an innocent touch. William followed Logan into the kitchen, passing by Jack, almost brushing him. In a reflex, the man's hand made soft contact with the boy's golden shoulder, sending shivers down his spine and triggering an intense orgasm without the need of doing anything else. The exquisite feeling lingered for a moment, associated with some shame. It was not the way to behave with two innocent children. Well, it was a dream, after all. Wasn't it? As he was opening his eyes with apprehension, he saw William moving on to join his cousin in the kitchen. They had obviously not been looking his way or they would have noticed his more than inappropriate reaction. They were still there studying the contents of the fridge; the dream was still going on, he noted.

He smiled relieved.

That's when he woke up.

Jack was so miserable, so angry with himself. Why was he overreacting this way? Was he so vulnerable to the simple presence, the image of two lovely boys? It was not so in real life. It was cruel to play with his feelings like that, but he was the only one responsible; dreams were your own creation, weren't they? Who else was there to blame? Was he being punished for breaking his own rules by trying to get to know those boys, having taken them inside his house? Having 'bad' thoughts? Were his fears that strong that it had to end before anything else could happen? Even in a dream? What was going on? Jack was confused. What kind of dreams were these? They were so vivid, so real.

It had been quite innocent, indeed, to offer a drink, perhaps a sip of beer and ask their names. No one could read his mind or hear his thoughts and know his hidden desires. After all, it was his right; you could think whatever you wanted as long as nobody got hurt, and anyway, who cared as long as what he did or wanted to do only took place in his dreams.

William and Logan, the boys–they were what he wanted to remember. He had to memorize their names and everything about those wonderful creatures that he had met now for the second time; all the rest was only words.

Now, could he meet them again in a third dream?

Chapter 3
The Third Dream

As the day went by, Jack was nervous. Where did those dreams come from? Was he becoming delusional? It was impossible to have such dreams two times in a row and remember them with such detail. You might recall one or two images, a setting, a feeling, which usually went away in the next minutes, but in this case, every little detail was still there, vivid in his mind. The next big question was, would he have one more chance to touch and enjoy the company of those two beautiful boys? Yes, at least be able to touch them again, let his hand explore their smooth skin, perhaps caress their hair, breathe again that particular and exhilarating perfume that emanated from them.

More than that? Yes, he had thought of it; there was such sensuality that poured out of them that carnal and very erotic images immediately came to his mind. He tried to keep them at bay but without success. Nothing was impossible in a dream, but this one was so real, so involving, that he did not dare think anything of the kind could happen. He would be happy just to see them again and be able to stay with them a little bit longer. That was a lie, of course.

By the end of the day, he could not think of anything else, his nervousness turning to anxiety. Would the dream come back? Would they ring his bell one more time? Yes, just once, he did not ask for more, just let the sequence go to its end. Not have them taken away abruptly like before. Give him the time to get to know them, talk with them, say their goodbyes, visit other houses, and get more candy.

Jack went to bed early and took some precautions, not really knowing if they would be effective in avoiding a premature end to the dream. He wanked two times in a row; the objects of his fantasies were easy to come by; those boys were everything a boylover could wish. He then tried to sleep without success, turning in his bed repeatedly. It was to be expected in the state he was in.

After an hour, he wanked one more time, hoping it would calm him. It did not work. From then on he kept watching his alarm clock by the side of the bed, seeing the hours tick away: ten, eleven, midnight, one, two … sleep was escaping him, he feared it would be a sleepless night and it was too late to take a pill if he wanted to be up for work in the morning. Now that he thought of it, he probably did not have any left anyway. Perhaps he could take a day off? No, that was crazy, they were just dreams, and he could not reorganize his life for dreams that may never come again.

A sleepless night also meant a dreamless one.

"Trick or treat?"

There they were, right in front of him. He tried to chase away his confusion, not really knowing when or where he was but catching up easily. There could be only one answer: he was back in the dream, the same recurring dream–the one he had wished for all day and a large part of the night to resume.

They were the same boys but again with a different costume. Well, he did not mind that much; all had been quite alluring so far, even if he did not quite catch the meaning of that. Those costumes were quite peculiar, not your usual wizard or Iron Man.

"Trick or treat?" they repeated, showing half-full bags.

They indeed had funny costumes; one was a banana for sure, the yellow kind, the other looked like a banana too but painted green? They were cumbersome but left naked their beautiful, well-shaped and firm legs and arms while covering their torsos and ending above their heads. The lower half jutted from their crotches. The phallic innuendo was easy to catch and too good to be true. How wicked of him to dress them like that. This was his dream, after all, wasn't it?

"Treat, of course. I have all you could wish. Do you have a preference? Come have a look at my stocks."

Jack was taking the initiative this time, as he gave a glance at his watch, seven fifty-five, quite late, and no other group of kids in sight this time.

They had a moment of hesitation before passing his front step and were careful not to bump anything with their getups. They were inside once again.

"As you can see, there's still a lot. It's getting late and I should not have too many visitors left. Pick whatever pleases you the most. Let's not have it go to waste.

"Thank you, sir, it's very kind of you," said the raven-haired wonder.

"You're very welcome, Logan."

The boy turned around, surprised, looking at Jack with his piercing green eyes.

"How do you know my name?"

"I don't, just having a guess. I like to do that sometimes, and I am quite often right. A gift, perhaps? Not very useful but quite fun," he answered, thinking it would not be easy to get a feel of them this time, no casual access to a shoulder or if he dared, a butt.

The boy did not seem worried but rather amused.

"You could try it with my cousin then. What's his name?"

Jack liked this game and the possible rewards it could bring him.

"Let me think." The second boy had turned around, the candy was forgotten for the moment. "What do I get if I guess his name?"

"As you can see, there's nothing we can give you and you have more candy than we do."

Indeed, with their strange outfits, they were traveling light.

"You're right. When do you have to get home?"

Once again, the boys were caught unaware by the question.

"We have till eight-thirty. Not one minute more."

"Is it far from here?"

They looked at each other, probably wondering if they should answer or not.

"I would say ten minutes," said Logan. There was a light sheen of sweat on his brow; this Indian summer was quite hot.

"Good, let's decide what I get if I win."

His first idea had been to ask for a kiss, but it was inappropriate and out of the question, unfortunately. "If I guess his name right, you'll keep me company until you have to go home. I'll probably not get that many visitors, but I need to wait until nine, just in case. That way, I won't be too lonely. What do you say?"

Once again, they exchanged a glance before Logan answered, "And what do we get if you fail?"

You take as much candy as you want, all of it if you want."

"For real?"

"For real."

"We agree then. There's no way you can guess right twice, though," decided gold locks.

"You think so? Let me concentrate."

Jack was enjoying himself immensely, devouring each of the boys with his eyes, who he knew would now stay with him for close to an hour. That is if the dream did not end prematurely as previously. The stirring in his loins was there and the start of an erection but it seemed more under control than before.

"Come closer, let me have a good look at you," he told the blond bombshell, daring for the first time to put his hand on the child's head; feeling the soft light locks under his fingers; turning his youthful face slightly upward and to the side to examine his delicate features. The costume slightly impaired his inspection since he could not be face to face with the boy at close distance and his head was more or less encased in the banana top, but that did not matter.

"You have to guess his name now," said Logan, contemplating the piles of candy.

"William, his name is William," said Jack, quite happy with himself.

"Told you, it was just chance; you could not do it twice. I almost believed you for a time," said the boy.

Jack, astonished, let go of the boy's golden head, defeated. He had lost.

"We'll need a larger bag to take what we want," said the freed nameless boy.

"You would not cheat on me, good boys that you are?" demanded Jack in a last-ditch effort.

"Cheat? Why no, my name's Arthur, sorry, I did not bring any ID, though."

"Okay, boys, that's fair, you win. I'll bring you a bigger bag; I have tons of them."

Jack was about to go fetch one when Logan said, "Could I use your bathroom?"

It was starting all over again, … a second chance?

"Sure, come with me, Logan; I'll show you where it is."

The boy followed him and they entered a large bathroom.

"Could you help me out of this? See, it's not very practical."

Indeed, there was no way he could relieve himself with that costume on.

"Of course, how do I do that?" It was getting interesting for Jack: his hopes were renewed.

"There's a zipper at the back," said the boy turning around.

This was too good to be true, but his feeling of elation was compromised by a rising anguish. He prayed again that he would not wake up, not yet, at least. For now, his excitement was in control; he should not erupt at the first contact. God bless his three previous wankings.

The zipper was there, starting just at the top of the lovely bum cheeks that pushed against the coarse material. Jack had no other choice than to place one hand over one bum cheek to get some leverage and pull it up. It was a risk he was ready to take as long as his erection was in check. He was rewarded by the firmness and well-rounded shape of the object of his desire, right under his hand. He barely resisted the urge to squeeze it.

It was not over; what wonders were yet to come? What was the boy wearing underneath? This was a question that would soon be answered, and he had a good feeling this time that the dream would go to its end, whatever it was.

"Here we go!" he exclaimed with authentic enthusiasm.

The zipper opened without a catch, and the contained smell of the boy was there to inhale, he was sweaty, but this was not the acrid and disagreeable odor of an adult or older teen. This was still the sweet smell of childhood.

"It's hot in here," said the boy as he extricated his charming lean body from the costume, first the head, then the arms, and finishing with the legs. What a sight he was! Wearing the same T-shirt as the previous night, and black speedos, which had more or less disappeared from beaches and swimming pools in this country. Jack wanted to grab him, embrace him, and cover him with kisses.

Instead, the boy gave him his outfit, waiting to be left alone.

"Thanks," he said, as he closed the door.

Jack, his arms full of the crumpled banana, took it back to the living room. He was certain to get an eyeful view of the boy when he returned.

When he entered the living room, Jack was more confident than ever. He could see Arthur looking at the games and movies on the shelves and then taking some comics, flipping through the pages.

"He'll be back right away," he told the boy.

"We're in no hurry."

"So, Arthur's the name," he said as he put the costume behind the couch, out of sight.

"It is. Did you really think you could win?" The boy had to stretch his arms to reach anything on the shelf with the base of his outfit jutting forward.

"Honestly, I did," he answered but changed the subject to go straight to his next goal, "Not quite easy to go around in that thing. Perhaps you want me to help you out of it, like Logan."

"Why not? It's awfully hot in here; I'm always afraid I'll bump into something."

"Come here; I know where the zipper is."

The operation was repeated with the same gratifications, so far, so good, no speedo this time but the same shorts and T-shirt as before. All this was revealing enough for Jack, and the contact with the child's bewitching body as pleasurable. All the while, he kept surveying out of the corner of his eye the return of Logan, his constant worry being that this dream would end prematurely like the others.

"Thank you, sir," Arthur said, still the polite boy.

"I'm Jack; you can call me Jack."

"Thank you, Jack."

Once freed, the boy picked two comic books from the shelf and flopped onto the couch, making himself comfortable, like at home.

"You don't mind?" he asked Jack.

"Not at all, on the contrary."

It was clear the boy was settling in and had no intention to leave, the place was very welcoming, and they had more candy than they could carry … or was there another reason they were settling in?

Jack sat down in a comfortable armchair with a direct view of the child, not missing the scene's tiniest detail before him. The boy had spread his legs wide; could he hope for a peekaboo? Was he wearing any underwear? 'The sky's the limit now,' he thought with a contented smile. He still had not awoken.

The discarded green banana beside the boy brought a question as Logan was coming back.

His attention was now focused on the blue Speedo and what was hidden under them. Could that small bulge be what he thought it was? An intriguing erection? Could it be that he would die of pleasure before they left?

"Where did you get the idea for those costumes, and what is that one exactly meant to be," asked Jack.

"Aren't they funny? Not very pleasing to wear, but they've certainly raised some questions and smiles," answered Logan.

"This one is supposed to be a cucumber, not that I like cucumbers so much, that's more Logan's thing; I'm more into bananas if you know what I mean," added Arthur, raising his head from the comic and looking at Jack eye to eye.

"I'm not sure I understand you that well," said Jack, who had to be mistaken. The double meaning was impossible: they were naïve young boys. He was now sweating profusely and his erection was leaking. It was certain he would not make it through the night. Or rather, he wondered how the night would end.

"It was an improvised thing; we had two bananas; we painted one green and did not make a great job of it, I must say."

"So you like fruits and he likes vegetables?" Jack had not listened to the last sentence and still questioned the meaning of the previous one. Next came the final punch.

"No, it's more about consistency and size. Do you like boys?" asked Arthur, meeting his gaze as if it was the most natural thing to say.

Jack stuttered an answer. "That's … a-strange-question. Yes, uhm … of course … I like boys."

Jack had dared to say it. It was a shock. Those words had never passed his lips before. It was innocent enough and could be interpreted many ways, but also THAT way.

He woke up, a wreck of conflicting emotions, wondering what he had done wrong this time to end the dream.

Chapter 4
The Fourth Dream

Jack looked at his watch, eight a.m. He just had time to get ready if he did not want to be late for work. As he got up from the bed, he was agreeably surprised to feel in good shape after such an eventful and mostly sleepless night.

What should he do? He had dreamed three nights in a row of the coming Halloween, with the same two marvelous boys present. There was such realism, such detail in those dreams and he could recall everything that had taken place. Could it be a simple coincidence? He had never heard of such a thing happening to anyone else.

Was he going crazy? Was it all illusory, of his own creation? Not dreams at all, hallucinations. What else could you call them?

He feared this was the most logical answer. He was going mad, that's all. What other explanation could there be? Now that it was said, What could he do? Make an appointment with a psychiatrist?

Jack had thought of it, to solve his other problem, the one with boys, to try to lead a normal life, but abandoned the idea, when he learned of the legal reporting requirements to the authorities. Even if he had never acted upon his desires, he judged the risk too high. Could he marry, have children of his own? He very much doubted it could happen one day. It implied a total change of life style, and indeed he would need help and first confess his interest, love, and lust for boys. Was he capable of doing that? Did he have the courage? The will? More important, could you change something that was instinctive, at the core of your being? And then, if he lost his passion for boys, what would be left for him in his life? He had a nice job, money, a few good friends; would that be enough? He knew he had no attraction for women.

As he left the house, he was in turmoil until lunch, when he had a complete mind change. What did he care if he was going mad as long as those dreams came back and they gave him the opportunity to fulfill his most intimate and strongest desires? There would always be time to fix what was wrong with him later. He was determined, whatever they were, to take advantage of them, indulge in them, do everything that could be done to go to the end and prepare for any eventuality.

Jack called his general practitioner to make an appointment; he was lucky, someone had canceled, and he obtained one just before he had to close the office.

With his prescription in his pocket, he went to the pharmacy and got his sleeping pills, he would not wake up this time, and since those dreams were as real as could be, he bought KY gel and condoms. The boys' words and attitude had been ambiguous enough, he could not hope it would go that far, but he would have no regrets.

Once back home, he looked at the small package on the table and thought he, truly, had gone over the edge. It showed that not only did he expect the dream to come back, but he also had seriously considered he needed those items here, in the house, to see them appear later in the dream. Is there anything crazier than that? It also showed he had decided the boys would willingly have sex with him, and not any kind of sex–he wanted to go all the way with them.

This troubled him. He said he loved boys, would never harm one, but now, he might get close to one or perhaps two for the first time in his life. All he could think of was to fuck them. His intentions were clear when you saw what he had brought back home. Was that the only thing he was interested in?

Jack had a light dinner and went to bed early, more confused than ever. He closed his eyes and recreated behind his closed lids the image of the boys. They had not faded from his memory. What would they wear this time? He did not doubt they would show up again; how could it be otherwise?

He tried to visualize different outfits for them, starting with the most common Halloween fare but soon letting his imagination go free. He conjured up an assortment of costumes, each more revealing than the other and totally unrelated to the theme, sometimes outrageous, kinky, and obscene. The themes ranged from crossdressing with lace, stockings, and suspenders to SM paraphernalia with leather, chains, and whips. Those boys had opened the floodgates of years and years of repressed fantasies; he was entranced by it, and at the same time repulsed. All he wanted was a boy to love, nurture, educate, but he also knew of the sex drive lurking behind all those noble words. He had to accept it; it was a part of the whole, a part of who he was.

Jack masturbated twice, with the same lurid images of carnal desire centered on those two special boys. He took the first pill and, after some hesitation, a second, falling asleep to a dreamless night, only to wake up disoriented and depressed. That second pill had obviously not been a good idea.

The sun had not yet risen and he decided that if it did not come to him, he could conjure a dream of his own, one he would have complete control over. One from which he would not wake up frustrated, a glorious one where his most secret and forbidden fantasies occurred the exact way he wanted. He had the location; he had the actors–he just had to let the show begin! Jack closed his eyes.

"Trick or treat?"

What was going on? Was he awake, or was he dreaming? He did not know anymore, but it rather looked like the latter.

"Treat, of course," he answered mechanically, trying to get his bearings.

He was at home, it was probably late again, and his stock of candy beside the door was getting low. He glanced at his watch; it was seven fifty in the evening, and then looked at the two boys standing before him with enigmatic smiles on their faces. Despite all his preparations, all his musings, he was again speechless in front of such beauty.

"Trick or treat?" they repeated in unison, waiting for something to happen.

Once again, their costumes were peculiar but very much to his taste. He was back in Roman times. William, or was it Arthur this evening, wore a gladiator short skirt, split on the sides, with a helmet on his blond head and a short sword fastened to his large belt. The right arm and shoulder covered respectively by chain maille, with an armor plate strapped to his torso, otherwise left naked, by leather bands. Shin protections adorned his legs. The boy had a perfectly fitting cocky expression.

Besides him, if that was his name of the day, Logan was wearing a white tunic decorated with gold threads that left one shoulder uncovered and finished well above the knees. He had armbands, and a silver laurel wreath covered his dark locks. He had sandals that laced up his calf. He was adorable and sported a noble attitude.

"The young emperor and his favorite gladiator," said Jack, finally, finding back his words. This augured rather well; Romans were famed for their orgies, weren't they?

Jack had to say the costumes were stunning and looked authentic, not the cheap Walmart fare or the ones seen for Cosplay. The leather was genuine, as well as the chain maille, the wreath was detailed and a work of art, the cloth of the tunic rich with elaborate decorations, necklaces and bracelets added a touch of grace.

"Trick or treat," they said again, presenting their half-filled bags with some urgency.

"I see we're all business today, no time for talking. You got a lot already. Let me see what I have for you."

Jack's brain was overheating, trying to find a way to catch their attention and have them enter the house, even if, as he recalled, each time, they had been the ones initiating that step. ummaging through his stock, Jack waited for them to make their request, but nothing came. They stayed silent, looking at him.

"Here you are, boys. Since you could be the last ones for this Halloween, I'll be generous and fill your bags. The first time I've seen you around, did you move into the neighborhood recently?" he asked casually, as he poured the candy into their bags."

"Yes, we just arrived a few days ago," answered the gladiator, showing goosebumps on his arms, chest, and legs and now shifting around on his feet. Contrary to the Indian summer of the previous dreams, there was a sudden and noticeable chill in the air, and the scantily dressed kids had to feel it in their bones.

"Are you all right? You look cold."

"Yes, the temperature dropped, it was fine when we left the house."

"Probably a witch that put a spell on you," said Jack, joking, "I can lend you a T-shirt or something if you want until you get home?"

"That would be great. Can we come in for a minute to warm up?" At last, the magical words.

"Of course, with pleasure, make yourselves at home."

As they entered, the boys, after leaving their bags at the entrance, were rubbing their exposed skin to take the chill off and Jack regretted he did not get that job. He noticed they were looking with interest all around at the exposed goods. The main shelves with well-ordered movies, comics, and games covered one wall of the living room up to the ceiling. There was a sixty-five inch widescreen TV in front of a large sofa, the PS5 was well in evidence. Figurines of well-known Star Wars characters could be seen here and there, as well as Indiana Jones, ET, the Alien, and other collector items.

"Wow, you got a lot of interesting stuff!" exclaimed the young emperor, "Do you have kids?"

"Not that I know of. I'm not married either," he added.

"Who is it for, then?"

"For my enjoyment, what else?"

"Perhaps you have nephews?" suggested the gladiator, obviously intrigued.

"Unfortunately, no, I don't. Come on, sit down, or have a closer look if you're in no hurry. Would you like something hot to drink? I may have chocolate or perhaps milk."

"Thank you, sir, no need to bother."

"But it's no bother at all, believe me. It will be ready in a minute. What will it be?

"Chocolate, for me," said the emperor.

"I'd prefer milk, thanks," said the gladiator.

The house had kept the day's temperature and the cold is forgotten; they were examining with attention the shelves and their treasures but not touching anything. They were still the well-behaved kids he had met before.

"What gave you the idea for those costumes? They are not common these days. Perhaps you are movie buffs and like gladiator and peplum movies?"

Jack said those words in reference to another movie Airplane, that one a comedy. There was a scene, probably inconceivable today, where the pilot, Peter Graves, asked a freckled boy visiting the cockpit, the same question about gladiators with some insistence, the sexual connotation evident. Should he go that way?

"What is a peplum?" asked Logan, turning around.

"They were movies taking place in antiquity, Greek and Roman times, the Trojan wars, Ulysses, Hercules. They were also called sword and sandal epics in the sixties. They had a resurgence more recently with the movie Gladiator, the one with Russel Crowe, or 300; you must have heard of them?" He hoped he was not lecturing them.

"No, do you have those movies? We've been studying the Roman empire at school."

"Certainly."

"You have a lot of movies, a lot of nice ones," said William in awe in front of such an abundance of interesting titles.

"And games," added Logan.

Jack was in awe too; he could not take his eyes off the two perfect scantily clad creatures standing in his living room.

"Too bad you won't have time to watch or play any of them," he said, still devouring the two boys with his eyes. He knew he would never tire of it but suddenly remembered the promised hot milk and chocolate.

The boys exchanged a glance and then looked back at Jack. They were holding each other by the hand in a strangely intimate way when Logan asked, "Could we watch one of those movies while we're here, just for a few minutes, see what it looks like?"

"My pleasure," answered Jack. How could he refuse? "It should be Gladiator; that fits better with your costumes. There's a great battle at the beginning, and if you want, we could jump to the sequence in the arena with all the gladiators; it is quite spectacular. I'm sure you'll love it. Come to think of it, there's also a nice boy playing in it, but let me get your milk and chocolate first."

Jack was confident they were hooked and would not go away for some time, and, as he turned to go to the kitchen, he saw it: The KY and condoms on the side table where he had left them.

"It's okay; there's no need; we're warm enough now. Let's watch the movie," he heard behind his back. He was in a panic. If they saw those incriminating objects, they would immediately know what they were for, who he was, and his intentions. Kids these days were savvy on those matters thanks to the internet, cell phones, social networks. He had to make them disappear somehow.

Or perhaps not? What better way was there to test those boys? See if the innuendos of the previous dreams led to the real thing.

Jack turned around; they were whispering, still facing the shelves, glued to each other, Logan one arm around his cousin's shoulder, William his arm wrapped around the dark haired boy's midsection, his hand resting on a butt cheek.

Jack's erection was straining in his trousers; this was too much for him. He would never be able to hold back until the end of the dream. Since he was out of their sight, he slipped his hand into his trousers to give it more space and release the pressure, try to make it less noticeable. He left the KY and condoms in place, taking the chance. Come what may.

"The blue-ray is on the top shelf to the right. Perhaps one of you can use the sliding ladder to get it?"

"I'll do it," said Logan, putting his sandaled foot on the first rung.

This ploy was tried and true to see under a girl's skirt; it would work as well with a boy. The young emperor went higher than needed, giving Jack, who had come as close as possible, a magnificent view of his well-formed legs and thighs and just a peek at his speedo clad well rounded bottom under the tunic.

"Let me help you down," the man said, once Logan had picked the disk, determined to get bold and use every opportunity offered to take advantage of the boys' presence. He caught one of the child's hands, soft and sweet, and sent his free hand to the boy's back, as he descended, to steady him, it landed a bit low and he could have a feel of the firm cheeks he had just admired a moment before.

"Sorry," he said, moving it higher with regret.

"No need to," replied Logan, "you got big hands."

"Really, no one told me that before."

"Look," said the boy. Jack was surprised and enchanted; without the slightest modesty, Logan, in the same movement, leaned back into him and wrapped the man's arms around his shoulders. "It's much bigger," he insisted, having superimposed his hand in Jack's for comparison.

"You're quite right," the man answered, breathless; he wanted to stay like that forever. There was the faint smell of the child's hair just under his nose, the warmth and feel of his slight yet firm body. It was certainly the best dream ever. He closed his eyes for a second, dreading he would be awake when he opened them again.

"Are we watching that movie or not," interrupted William. "What are we waiting for?"

Man and boy separated and Jack saw the glance Logan sent to his crotch; he could not have missed the hard lump there against his back.

"Sit down on the couch and get comfortable while I put the disc in the player," Jack said, his cheeks reddened. He felt elated and uncomfortable at once, waiting for words, a reaction from Logan that did not come.

As he faced the two boys again, nothing transpired. They were sitting close together on the large couch, at ease. William's hand was on his cousin's darker thigh, another sign of an intimacy that could seem odd but looked perfectly natural for those two.

"You haven't told me your names yet. I'm Jack," curious to hear their answer.

"I'm Logan," said one.

"I'm William. Hello Jack," said the other. This time the names did fit.

"Nice to meet you, boys. How much time do we have?"

"Enough," the boys answered.

Jack looked at his watch with a peak of anguish, 8:05 p.m. Time was flying. This was one enemy he could not fight, that, and the fear of waking up at any moment. He was looking at Logan again, eye to eye, searching for a clue. What was he thinking? The boy had to know it was his erection that poked him in the back. Was he fearful, worried, curious … excited?

Jack hesitated, where should he sit, beside which boy, how close?

"Come on, sit between us," said William, with a wink, as the boys separated to free some space.

It could not be better; as soon as he sat, the kids leaned against him without any reserve, Logan no less than William. Jack had no choice but to put his arms on the top of the backrest cushions before they were seized by each boy and wrapped around their shoulders. His dangling hands grazed on their satiny naked skin, brushed with a nipple.

This was paradise. How much further could it go? Jack did not dare think of it; he had never hoped for such familiarity. Remote in hand, he dimmed the lights, turned on the large screen TV, and started the movie.

The battle scene was quite a success with the boys, but it got much better for Jack once in the gladiator's arena. Blood was spilled, and heads fell: it was perfectly staged, suspenseful, but brutal and merciless. He wondered if it was too much for the boys. He didn't know what they were allowed to watch at home, what they had been exposed to before.

Anyway, their reactions were rewarding.Did they grab his hand, his thigh, in fright or excitement? They hid their head in his chest for a second. It was as if they had known him all their life and felt at ease. Jack, in response, for once, felt at peace, strangely his member had deflated, he was enjoying the boys' company and it was enough for his satisfaction.

As the sequence ended, he asked, "Don't you have to go home now; it's getting late."

He had somewhat forgotten all the lurid images that had filled his mind earlier. He liked those children, wanted to know them better. If it went further than that, it would be wonderful, but this craving had receded. It was as if he had forgotten this was all a dream, that there would not be a day after.

"No, we have as much time as you want," said William, his small delicate hand going from the man's thigh to his crotch.

"What? … What did you say?" At the touch, the reaction was immediate: his raging erection was back and demanding.

"Yes," contributed Logan, "the night is only beginning."

"I must be dreaming," said Jack.

"Who knows?" said Logan, taking Jack's hand to slip it under his tunic, touch his speedo and the small lump there.

Jack did not have the time to orgasm before he woke up.

Chapter 5
The Fifth Dream

As Jack opened his eyes, he could still feel the boy's tender hand on top of his own, and under his fingers, the fabric from the boy's speedo warmed by the heat emanating from his hard pricklet, he was sure of it, the boy had been erect. It had been electrifying but only a figment of his imagination, no such boys existed in the real world, only in his dreams, and he felt hurt and desperate. Never would he meet such a child in his life. It was sad but true. Thus, he decided he could enjoy these dreams for as long as they came to him but he needed to keep their influence out of his real life, make them separate. Those dreams could become dangerous if he took them at face value. They were treacherous and might lead him to commit acts he would regret for the rest of his life.

Jack left the house and as he passed in front of the bus stop down the street, where a few children were waiting, he slowed down, his gaze lingering on them, checking the boys out: selecting two that looked appealing. Something he usually never dared to do. Later, he found himself behind a school bus filled with boys and girls, about ten. Those in the back were grimacing at him through the rear window, smiling, laughing, the way carefree children do.

One was of striking beauty, with coal black hair and pale skin, almost the equal of his night visitors. Jack smiled back and made a sign, he would never have reacted that way before, even if the probability of seeing any of these children again was close to nothing. He was even tempted for a moment to follow the bus to see where it was going, which was stupid. Harbour School, the name was written on the back and the side of it. Perhaps what he wanted, in fact, was to keep the boy in his sight longer, have a chance to see him get off the bus, see how he was dressed, how he looked from a close distance, exchange a word or two?

This single thought terrorized Jack. This was strictly forbidden. Yes, he would follow the rules he had set for himself, that had protected him so far, he had to accept the fact he was afraid of who he was and what he could do, not in the sense that he could harm a boy: he did not think he would ever do that. Nevertheless, he knew that letting anyone know of his true nature and feelings for boys, even innocent ones, would risk exposing or betraying his true nature with dire consequences. Was it paranoia? He feared not. He could lose his customers, his office, his friends, even without having to go to jail. Suspicion might be more than enough in that matter.

As best as possible, he pushed away from his mind any thought of his special dreams during the remainder of the day, concentrating on his job and nothing else.

As soon as Jack was home, he picked up the KY and the condoms, put them back in the bag, and threw it in the trash. He made dinner, watched a rather good movie without a boy in sight, while drinking Cognac, just a small glass, before going to bed. He did not wank once and tried, with some difficulty, to keep at bay any image or memory from his latest nightly experiences as he closed his eyes.

Going to sleep without too much difficulty, Jack did dream, but those were of the usual kind, awkward and strange, often absurd and full of inconsistencies until…

"Trick or treat?" There they were again!

No preamble, straight to the point, it was late and they were probably, once again, his last visitors of the evening. He smiled, it would have no end, and he rather welcomed the idea. At least in the dreams, nothing bad could happen to him or them.

"What lovely costumes you have, boys. Treat, what else?"

"I'd like a trick too," said the little red demon with a wicked grin, perfectly in character.

"You should not say that," said the winged blond angel, "or you will not get any candy."

As you have guessed, his visitors that night were dressed as demon Logan and angel William, the loveliest ones you could think of. They both wore the same short sleeveless tunic, indented in the front, split on the side, and held together by a large belt. It left exposed lots of their extremely appealing flesh and shapes for the pleasure of their host, an inescapable tradition by now. One was white and the other red. The angel wore large wings on his back and above his golden head was a ring of light, while the demon's brow, whose skin was painted red, was adorned with two pointy and curved horns, and a tail jutting behind him, raising the back of his tunic. Both had sandals on their feet.

"It's Halloween and you'll both get your treats, open your bags and tell me what you like."

"Whatever you have will do," said the angel while the demon, without asking, moved forward and started rummaging through what was left of the night's goodies.

Jack did not really mind; he decided to play the game and let each of them play his part. The angel and demon theme seemed to him quite auspicious.

"You must excuse him, sir; he's got bad manners. He's been like that all evening."

"He's a demon, after all," replied Jack with a smile.

"Exactly, and of the worst kind," replied the horned Logan.

"What do you mean by that?" asked Jack, curious to hear his answer.

"I can do whatever I want; I can be bad and mean."

Not waiting for any permission, he was making his choices and filling his bag.

"Bad can be fun, sometimes, but mean, I don't like that so much."

"Don't listen to him; he can certainly be bad, but mean, never. He is my cousin, and if I can say, not the best demon around,"

"So you say, but you don't know what awaits you; the night is just beginning," replied the beguiling demon.

"Good or bad you'll need to behave in my house," said Jack, amused but also serious. "Now let your cousin take his pick; you've had enough."

The candy and other treats were on a small table in the foyer; this was the first step before they entered the house proper. From there, the boys could have a glance at what awaited them further. Jack could not miss the opportunity to lure them inside. Instead of chasing the young demon back outside to replace him with the tempting angel, he moved him forward and away from the entrance; from there, the boy could only stare at the many attractions waiting for them in the living room. Jack was noticeably less inhibited than during their previous encounters, taking advantage of the situation to get a good feel of the boy's shapes and satiny skin by letting his hands openly touch, push, and guide the boys whenever it was necessary.

The demon boy did not fail to catch the bait, taking the few steps that led into the living room.

"Where are you going?" said the angel, "This is a stranger's house; you must ask first."

As he was talking, his gaze followed the demon and registered the many treasures exposed inside. He could not resist their attraction and was soon standing beside his cousin looking at the shelves filled with games, movies, comics, the collection of figurines, mostly from Star Wars, the giant flat screen and PlayStation with great interest.

Both boys were speechless.

"Make yourselves at home, boys," said Jack, now well used to having them enter his house under one pretext or another. He was once again captivated by their striking appearance, highlighted by their revealing costumes. At the moment, he was concentrating his attention on the demon's forked tail, bobbing about, that lifted the back flap of the light tunic and gave Jack a peek at his well-rounded cheeks.

Jack cleared his throat, not quite believing his eyes. Was it his imagination? This was an easy explanation. He was certain there was no speedo or anything else covering them this time. Which implied the boy was going commando under his costume. And what about the angel?

If he was the one writing the scenario of these dreams, then he checked all the right boxes to make them memorable.

A sudden surge of desire overtook Jack. What held him back anymore? In two strides, he could be upon them and throw them on the couch, as he was strong enough to subdue them both. He would do with them whatever he wanted, rip off their costumes, and rape them, one after the other, without consequence; it was a dream after all. The worst that could happen would be to wake up before it had been achieved–or was it?

Is that what he really wanted? To satisfy his selfish pleasure at whatever cost to them? Would he gain any real satisfaction by doing that? No, never, it was not that simple. He wanted to share his pleasure, share his love and appreciation. But it could not be; this was only an illusion, a fantasy. It never happened in his awakened world.

"You got a lot," said the angel, appreciative, "You're a collector?"

"Kind of; I have some difficulty letting go of things."

"Have you played, seen, read all of them?" asked the demon, doubtful, and who had forgotten his part for a moment. "Must have taken you quite some time."

"Over the years, it did not feel that way, but you must be right. You need quite some time to go through them all," What else was there to do? I would have much preferred spending my time with boys like you.

"Can I have a closer look? I'll be careful not to damage anything," asked the demon, now completely out of character.

"I don't see why not. By the way, I'm Jack, what are your names? Or do I keep calling you demon and angel?"

"Sorry," said the angel, "I'm William, and this is Logan, my cousin. It's nice of you to let us into your house."

"My pleasure." There's nothing that could be better. It was expected though; they always ended inside, didn't they?

The boys had taken the bait, they were captivated for now, but Jack knew it would not last. Their costumes were not of the cheap kind again; the people in the neighborhood were not needy; their parents had enough money. He was certain the cousins would not be impressed for long by the goods exposed even if they were interested in a few titles they did not or were not allowed to have.

They did not seem to be gullible and were not innocent if he considered his previous encounters. He could try to bribe them, pay them… Why not? They probably had a fair amount of pocket money each week, but it was well known you never had enough.

If he was successful, he could hope for a good feel of their bodies and more. The memory of Logan's erection under his tight speedo, against his hand, had been burned in his mind and he strongly wanted to unwrap it and make good use of it.

Jack had to act now, but how do you propose to twelve-year-old boys? Would they react the same way as before? He had been tricked once already by thinking he had reliable information about them.

Why did he bother? He should jump in. After all, he was the mastermind of the whole thing, wasn't he? This was all his creation. And in that case, why not ask for more? For the thing he had dreamed about all his life: a true relationship. Sharing sentiments, feelings, desires, and love with a boy, without forgetting the sex, of course, he had cravings like everybody else.

Could he imagine having them come visit him every night? That would be paradise! A parallel life, perhaps not as good as the real thing, but certainly much better than what he had ever hoped for.

As the jumble of thoughts invaded his brain, he moved closer to the boys and dared place one hand on each of their naked shoulders.

"What do you think of it? Anything of interest? I'm sure you have quite a few already at home."

"You're kidding. We got nothing compared to you. You have it all," said William. "We could spend weeks here and not get bored!"

Be my guests.

"Could we borrow some?" asked Logan.

"I would need to know you better; we've just been introduced," answered Jack, his hands caressing the boys' satiny skin.

"What do you want to know?" said Logan, "We've got nothing to hide."

Everything. I want to know everything about you.

"I would need your address to meet your parents, have their agreement, and learn if I can trust you. That would be a good start."

"I would leave the parents out of it if you don't mind. That would complicate things. I tell you, we're trustworthy," affirmed the demon. "Love those figurines, the Star Wars ones, but you got many more, Predator, Alien, some I've never seen."

"Trust a demon?" asked Jack with a smile.

"I can be a very nice demon when I want," he said, lightly brushing, teasing, and then rubbing himself against the man, like a cat.

"You should not do that," said William.

"Why," replied Logan, keeping at it.

"You don't know the guy; he might not like it."

"I'm sure he does and he asked if he could trust us. We should show him we trust him too. Would you have the other kind of movies too?"

"Other kind? What do you mean? I have all kinds of movies."

"You know the ones we're not allowed to watch at home."

"What kind? You'll have to be more precise in your request."

The boy could not have missed the big lump in the man's groin as he had rubbed his backside on it, not once, but twice already and did not appear troubled at all. Was he talking of the R-rated movies or the porn stuff? It would be more to the point in that context…

Jack could not believe his luck. All of his suppositions were being confirmed and he could expect a memorable evening–if he did not wake up prematurely.

"You should show some reserve," said William.

"Remember, I'm a demon, I can do anything I want, the more improper, the better. Isn't it so Jack?"

"I can't say, I don't have a large knowledge of creatures such as you, but I'm ready to learn more about them and I'm very much interested in angels too," he added, not wanting to let William feel left out.

"It's getting late; maybe we should go home," said the angel.

"Don't you like it here, don't you like Jack?"

"I do; I'm just afraid you'll go too far, too fast and scare him away."

"What are you talking about, boys?" Jack was suddenly worried. All he had registered was that they could leave the house … leave him. This had never been part of the plan.

"Don't listen to William; we have all the time we can wish for; no one is expecting us at home. What could we do to gain your trust?"

Jack was unsettled. This dream sounded more and more like a real one. It was awkward, the kids not behaving as they should. He was navigating by sight, not sure yet if he could get bold or should keep his role as a benign host.

"I don't know. What do you propose? What's the problem with your parents?"

Logan turned around, facing him.

"You see, we don't really have parents, as you say."

"How can that be?"

"It's a long story."

"But you live around here; someone's taking care of you, a guardian, something like that?"

"Of course," said William, taking over the conversation. "You can meet him if you wish."

"Yes, I would like that. I must say you're interesting little guys. I do want to know you much better and hear your story. Why don't you take a seat and tell me more. Are you thirsty, I can bring you something to drink?"

The boys exchanged an amused look and jumped on the couch. Encumbered by their tail and wings, they set to take them off, making themselves at home, as they had been invited to do.

It was an interesting process for Jack, who, before going to fetch them some soda or juice, wanted to closely watch them, Logan first of all. Was there anything under his costume or not?

The little demon, in every sense of the word, seemed well aware of Jack's interest. He had been the more teasing and arousing of the two so far, in fact, from the beginning and their first encounter a few nights ago. Still, he was not about to reveal everything just yet. He was expertly using the angel and his wings to hide behind them as he lifted the light cloth of his tunic to take off his tail. Only a few incomplete images of his virgin nether regions were available to the man who could not determine with certitude if they were denuded.

The angel was complicit to the game, taking his time to get rid of his wings and having the right postures to block Jack's sight, who had to accept this temporary defeat.

"What would you like? Juice, a coke?"

"A coke will be fine," they answered in unison.

Jack left them with regret and hurried to be back as soon as possible, not wanting to miss the slightest moment he could spend with them. He did not bother with glasses and brought them back two red cans from the fridge.

They sipped at them in silence while he sat across from them, his gaze searching again for any evidence that Logan was naked under his costume. He was confident that sooner or later it would be revealed as the boy moved his smooth legs around.

That pause was quite welcome. He was ready to burst under his pants. All he could think of was to touch himself and get a much-needed release. It was, of course, out of the question.

It was kind of torture when you thought about it: having these two wonderful creatures in front of him, very lightly clothed, smiling, rubbing their naked legs and thighs against each other, their arms, their wet lips sipping at their drinks, a rosy tongue passing over them from time to time. They appeared to know quite well what effect they had on him and that Jack was not able to act on it.

Jack knew he had to do something, but what?

That's when he saw the angel, William, rubbing his crotch, and Logan places his hand on top of it, helping him, leaning into him and putting his mouth to his cousin's ear to whisper a few words before nibbling at it in a very unusual and inappropriate way.

As they pulled their hands away, it was evident that the angel was erect and well aware of it.

"Do you like boys, Jack?" questioned Logan as an echo to a previous night, "I think you have a very needy one just in front of you."

Logan did not stop at that and slipped his hand under William's tunic, stroking him shamelessly.

"What are you doing?" said Jack, at a loss for words and still incapable of any action.

"Isn't that what you've dreamed of doing since you saw us, that and more?"

"I … I."

"Don't be afraid; you asked if we were worth your trust, now it is time to test us."

"I never thought…" Jack did not finish his sentence.

Jack was now standing up and taking the few steps that closed the gap between him and the boys. He extended his hand, gently taking hold of William's face, his thumb rubbing against the child's glossy lips while his fingers caressed a soft cheek. William opened his mouth and took the thumb in, playing with it with his tongue.

"Who are you? What are you?" asked Jack without expecting an answer.

"It's of no importance," said Logan as his hands unfastened the man's belt and opened his zipper, pulling down his Calvin Klein underwear. Jack came before the boy had time to put his lips on the tip of his gorged cock. The boy's face was sprayed with sperm, but he did not appear annoyed; he licked at some of it around his mouth."

"Sorry," said Jack, feeling stupid.

"Those things happen," replied the boy with an air of know-it-all as William was pulling off his tunic, "Now which one of us would you like first?"

Jack woke up.

Chapter 6
The Sixth Dream

Not again! Disillusioned, Jack looked at his watch: he still had an hour before having to get up and go to work. He felt wetness at his crotch. It was not only in the dream that he had climaxed.

Jack had been so close to experiencing what he desired more than anything else! Those dreams were as wonderful as they were cruel. At the same time, they were becoming less equivocal, the sexual overtones being replaced by a much more direct approach on the part of the boys. The last one was a clear invitation to sex. What would come next? What should he do? He was confused, the subject of contradictory injunctions.

Jack closed his eyes to recollect those last extraordinary minutes. He could not let it go, or rather, he had to accept whatever was to happen. He had no control over it anyway. There was nothing he could do, was there? In each one, his ultimate goal was getting closer. In the end, he was certain to reach it, wasn't he? He should stop thinking about it. He was hard again and wanked before leaving his bed. Then he prepared his breakfast and answered a few emails. As a second thought, when he was ready to go to the office, he went to the trash and found the bag with the lube and condoms, retrieving it and putting it in a cupboard.

Jack tried not to slow down when he passed the school bus stop, and on the way to work, he was not diverted by any busload of kids making faces at him. He had some regret about it.

One worry was growing that morning. All those dreams took place on Halloween night, which was the next day. What would happen after that? Would they keep coming, or would they stop? Was something else going to replace them or not?

As much as he tried, he had difficulty concentrating on his job. All he could think of now was the coming deadline. If he did not make it this coming night, it might fade away forever.

Jack did not want that. He wanted those boys in his dreams every night from now on, he was hooked, and he needed his fix: they were his drug. The best there was. Despite all his fears and questions, he did not know how he could cope without them. Were they a curse or a blessing? He could not answer that question yet.

After work, he went for a drink with two friends. Everything was acceptable to take his mind away from the upcoming night. He almost said yes to an invitation for dinner but finally declined despite the fact he had some good times with them. He had been drinking way too much already.

Jack was not hungry when he got home and he tried to spend as normal an evening as possible given the circumstances. Two hours later, he was in bed waiting for sleep.

Before he knew it, he was back on his porch, welcoming trick-or-treaters. Nothing was out of the ordinary: it was as it had always been on Halloween night. There was no sign of the two special boys he awaited eagerly; the minutes and then hours ticked by. It was almost eight pm with fewer and fewer children coming by, and, as agreeable as it was, he could not hide a dread that the evening would end without their visit.

Close to despair, from his window, he repeatedly scanned the deserted street in search of them when he saw two silhouettes hurrying toward his house that could be the boys. He felt deeply relieved and did not wait for the knock on his door; he stood outside, on his porch, as they came closer.

Their costumes were not as original or exciting as the previous nights, a ghost and a Spiderman from what he saw, but he didn't care as long as they were here with him. If this was to be their last visit, he did not intend to delay what was planned for them. He would go straight to the point, and with some luck, those outfits would be discarded in no time to reveal the hidden beauties under them.

Jack had a look at his watch again, seven forty, there would be no one else tonight, and he could dedicate all his time and attention to his now regular guests. Yes, he could see them clearly now, a blond and a blond… his wide smile disappeared… it could not be, but it was. He recognized Bobby Turner, who lived in a house up the street, a thirteen-year-old with his brother, one year younger. Nice kids certainly, but not the ones he expected–desired.

Jack had a sudden idea to invite them in and see what would happen. They were comely enough and the right age. He was still in the dream, wasn't he? Whatever happened, it would be of no consequence? But was that the trap he was falling into, to think that everything was now permitted? If he submitted to those impulses, would he think the same way when he woke up in the morning? Could that be the beginning of the end for him? The first step that would bring the next ones and destroy all the defenses he had set up to avoid being branded a pedophile or end his life in jail?

"Hello, Bobby, James, you're late. I thought I would have no more visitors tonight."

"Sorry, Mister Sholder, we have to hurry, or we'll get a scolding. Do you still have something for us?"

"Of course, always, give me your bags." He didn't know them too well; as usual, he had always been careful to keep his distance; they were way too cute for his safety.

During the time it took Jack to fill their bags and turn around again, two more boys had appeared on his porch.

"Trick or treat," they said, as was their habit.

The shock was not only for him but for Bobby and James too, whose gaze fixed on the new boys. They were indeed spectacular and he could not believe they had been trick or treating in the neighborhood dressed that way; someone would have called the police or wanted to keep them for himself, Jack was certainly not the only boylover around.

They were Peter Pan and Hook, like no other he had ever seen before, and their costumes were extraordinarily revealing.

Peter's, or rather William's costume was the equivalent more or less, rather less, of the one Jeremy Sumter wore in the 2011 movie, the best on the subject in Jack's opinion, but in a minimalist way. It was an assortment of nature-themed clothing: Armbands and sandals made of vines, a leaf style thong, and a few larger leaves to barely cover his chest. That was all! He did not doubt the boy's buttocks were fully exposed even if he had no access to a backside view yet. This outfit wonderfully highlighted the child's blond locks, slender body, and white skin with nothing much left to the imagination. This was outrageous, in this time and place, and no less than the extravagant costume that adorned the young Hook whose flamboyant red perfectly contrasted William's sparse green one.

Logan, would you believe it, showed quite some flesh too, making for a quite unusual and extremely sexy pirate. He wore a long, rather feminine, red coat that had blue lining and white sleeves, with the side flaps reaching as low as his knees. High leather boots with large cuffs covered his feet and legs, a simple leather pouch hid his groin. He wore a pirate hat with gold lining at the top and red ribbons attached. His naked chest and thighs were fully in view. He sported a skull necklace choker and above his pouch a large red and blue ribbon belt, accented by precious gold metals with, again, a skull theme. From his right sleeve jutted a silver hook, his hand well hidden.

"Treat," answered Jack mechanically, mesmerized by the apparition.

Without further ado, Bobby and James, after a moment of mute astonishment at this sight, took their bags from his hands and left without a word, obviously not wanting to be associated with the new arrivals.

Jack had a sudden strange idea, given the circumstances: Where did I put my camera? I must take hundreds of photos! Keep those images for posterity. His phone was on the side table by the door; this would do. This was stupid, it was a dream, and you could not take pictures of a dream!

"Do you mind if I take a few pictures of you? I find your costumes stupefying."

"Not at all, go ahead," said William taking the pose soon followed by Logan. They did not show one ounce of shame at displaying themselves that way.

Jack started snapping away at them enthusiastically but soon stopped.

"I'm afraid there's not enough light, here on the porch, to get the best results. Could you come in for a minute?"

"If it pleases you," answered Peter, with a mischievous smile, "I hope we'll be well rewarded."

"You bet! Come on in then," said Jack, stepping to the side and letting them pass as his gaze lowered and fixed on their desirable behinds. As he had expected, Peter's cheeks were fully exposed and looked good enough to eat. Hook's bum was unfortunately mostly covered but when the flaps lifted, your sight could guess the inviting crack separating its two halves.

As soon as they were in the living room, the photo session resumed; the boys were perfectly at ease and enjoying themselves, perhaps as much as Jack. They showed it all, front, back, on the side, enacting scenes for the sole benefit of their fervent admirer. The gleaming hook was a major tool in their play, going places no one would expect. Some poses were the usual ones, Peter and Hook fighting, in turn, one at the mercy of the other. Many were much more equivocal, playing fully on the queer nature of Hook's outfit and the near nakedness of Pan, with bodies meeting in a caress, intertwined nimble limbs and the hook reaching hidden crevices and intimate parts. It was so arousing that Jack was stirred almost to the point of climax. He had to do something.

"Haven't you had some problems going around dressed like that?" he asked with good reason.

"No, not really. There were a few reprobate looks, certainly, some unease too, you saw the two boys on your porch, just now, scampering away," answered William.

"But there were quite a few interested people too, if you know what I mean," said Logan, his hook grazing Peter's crotch.

"Careful with that thing; you know that's a sensitive area." William's tone was only half-serious.

"Who made them, those outfits?" Me, of course! This was his dream, after all. Jack would have never thought he could have such a vivid and wicked imagination.

"We were lucky. Our parents work in the theater; we had access to a lot of things; we put them together the way we wanted."

"And your parents said nothing? They let you go out looking like that?"

"They're not here at the moment; we're on our own."

"There's no one to take care of you?" Jack was shocked and delighted at the same time. The night was starting on the best auspices possible. "No one is waiting for you at home? How can that be?"

"That's not exactly what Logan wanted to say," answered William, "You got a lot of stuff. Boy's stuff mostly."

The subject had been put aside by the boy and Jack decided not to dig further for the moment. It could wait, but he wanted those answers.

"I've been collecting for many years. You know, I was a boy too, not so long ago. I tried to keep the spirit alive."

"Can we have a look? You got me hooked and I'm sure Logan is too. Isn't it Hook?"

"Ah, ha," said Logan, clearly no less interested and moving closer to the shelves.

That's the whole point of it, boys.

"Nice pun, Wil … Peter, but what should I call you besides Peter?"

"I'm William and Hook is Logan; nice to meet you, sir."

"I'm Jack; nice to meet both of you. Take your time; feel free to get a good look. If you find something you like, you can touch; just be careful with the figurines."

They were now both showing him their backsides again and he was not going to be bored by the view, his attention was centered on William's naked butt, registering its lovely shape, the slightest tension of the voluptuous muscles underneath the blemish free skin, his eyes sometimes went down the long, smooth legs. How much would he have liked to have his hands course over them, seize the fleshy thighs, fill themselves with the two firm mounds above, what a delight it would be … it will be?

Jack, in this moment of quiet bliss, could reflect on the meaning of it all.

Peter Pan, the boy who did not want to become an adult and who would never grow until the end of times. What could be more fitting for a boylover: no fear of any pimples appearing on his face, no hairy patch in his armpits or his crotch, no gangly growth breaking the perfect harmony he could contemplate now.

How wonderful it would be to preserve the adventurous and naïve nature of a boy with its sheen of innocence, for children were not innocent, no more than adults were. Was that possible, desirable? In dreams certainly, in real life, it did not work that way. That was one of the great fears of Jack: to love a boy and be loved in return, see him grow and change, turn against him, because of peer pressure or anything else. Or perhaps even worse, have his love turn sour because of these changes, not being able to stay a loving presence once the charm of youth had gone.

Those worries had no place here, this was a dream, and it would be gone in the morning. It was only this moment that was important and nothing else. Jack knew what he wanted and he had great hopes to obtain it, at last. What he did not know was how to proceed exactly. Should he rush things, go to the point right away, or play the game those dreams had imposed on him all along? His only enemy was waking up, and he had no idea what the rules were. This might be his last chance, and he did not want to blow it.

"That was rather daring to choose to wear that costume, William."

The boy turned around, holding one of the Star Wars games box; he had been reading the label.

"Not really, it's fun. You should have seen Logan's first choice, I loved it, but he chickened out."

"I certainly did not take it back. I wanted to be Hook from the start."

"That's not how I recall it. You see, at first, we wanted it to be Peter and Wendy, but that was too much for him. He looked so pretty."

"We agreed Hook was a much better choice, now take it back."

The gleaming hook had its use, as Logan had placed it under William's throat menacingly.

"Very well, if you insist, I'll take it back, you win. I forgot my sword anyway."

Logan, trying to take back the advantage, spoke up, "Look, Jack, you be the judge, which costume is the best. I've always thought that less is more, thus hiding some of the goods. Don't you think?"

"I simply love those costumes, both of them."

"But if you had to choose one?"

That was a difficult question and Jack did not want to disappoint either one of the boys.

"Honestly, I don't know."

"And like that?" Logan, in one move, had taken off his coat, "Which one of us you like the best now?"

Jack understood this was not really a question of costume anymore. The choice was not easier, he liked both boys, and he still did not want to choose between them.

Logan was as ravishing that way as he was before, and Jack was quite willing to have a good look at his backside this time, as he had done with William.

"Why do you want me to make a choice? The two of you look great with or without your costumes. Let's enjoy ourselves and forget about it.

The sexual innuendos in words and attitudes that had been present since they had appeared were becoming stronger by the minute. Jack was leaking and his member tenting his pants. Some release was required.

Jack now had two near-naked boys in his living room and was lucky no more visitors were expected and that no neighbors could see them.

Should he lay down his cards and try to win the bet, or was there more teasing to come?

"Boys, I don't know why, but I think I've seen you before. Don't you have the same feeling?"

"Maybe," answered Logan, his arm across William's shoulder, leaning against him, their quarrel forgotten.

"Aren't you cousins? Did you move to the neighborhood recently? To tell the truth, I knew your names even before hearing them. Isn't that extraordinary?"

"Could be," said William with a mysterious smile, glued to the other boy with his arm circled around Hook's midsection and his hand now over the other boy's crotch, idle.

"You know, this is a dream I'm having, the best ever, thanks to you."

"Our pleasure," they said together.

"What shall we do now?" asked Jack eagerly.

"What would you like?

"Don't you know? You've been teasing me all week."

"Really?"

"Really. Logically, I should get my reward now."

"Aren't you a bit presumptuous? We were the ones to be rewarded when you invited us in."

It seemed it would not be as easy as Jack hoped.

"Is it really candy, you want? I can give you that and … much more."

"You can't buy that kind of thing."

"Well, that's disputable, but at the same time, I agree, the real thing can't be bought."

"Look," said William.

His hand was not idle anymore; it had slipped inside Hook's leather pouch, who sighed at the touch.

It did not stop there. Logan turned toward William and bent slightly, French kissing him. The hook held the boy in place, his other hand was everywhere on the pale and satiny skin of Pan and a minute later, the blond boy was nude except for the vine armbands and sandals.

Jack held his breath, not daring to step closer to the loving couple.

Now it was Logan's turn to lose what few garments he had, keeping only the high boots and multicolored hat. Both were erect and rubbing against each other.

Logan spoke in a halting voice, "Didn't you know that Hook loved Peter at the beginning, when they were boys, but accepted to grow older when Peter refused. That was the origin of their dispute. Despite all that was said and told, their love persisted and flourished; all the rest was games and make-believe."

"Why don't you join us? Isn't that what you wanted?" said William.

"It is," answered Jack. It was really happening. His deepest desires were about to be fulfilled.

Jack came within touching distance of the two exquisite young boys. It was his first time. He did not really know what he should do. He had no previous experience and wanted to do it right when, in fact, the boys were the ones leading the way.

One hand went to Logan's shoulder and the other to William's lower back before going down to the child's firm buttocks. It was electrifying: their skin smooth and delectable. He took them both in his arms, delighting in their heat and presence. It could not be true, of course, he was dreaming, but no dream could be this vivid, this real, it had to be something else, a parallel world, another reality if only he could stay here forever!

Jack pinched himself and nothing changed; he did not awaken. Little hands were at work, undressing him. He creamed his pants as they were falling to his ankles, but who cared? They had a whole night ahead, perhaps more.

Jack dared kiss one boy, then the other, his lips brushing lightly on their soft skin. So intense were those feelings; he was about to lose himself in rapture. He was drawn to the ground, his shoes were taken off and he freed his ankles as his shirt fell away. He felt William's lips on his own and a tongue knocking, willing to enter and play. His sticky underwear was pulled off and he felt a sweet breath, Logan's, on his fully erect member. He had a down to earth and misplaced thought at that moment: should he fetch the lube and condoms in the cupboard?

That is when he woke up and hated the dream for it.

Chapter 7
Halloween Night

Jack was lucky to be able to park his car close to the entrance of the nearby Safeway supermarket, despite the fact it was a Saturday and that there was a crowd. It was also Halloween and children were running everywhere, some already wearing costumes they wanted to show off.

Jack loved the festive atmosphere and found it soothing after last night's disillusions. He decided those dreams would not bog him down, and he went about his business like any other year. This was part of his enjoyment, looking around as he browsed the alleys of the supermarket to see many families shopping for treats and costumes for the upcoming night.

The eye candy was a welcome distraction, helping to push away his mind's obsession with the dreams and their meaning, lingering with each selection, pretending to read labels, filling his cart slowly … Jack could have finished his shopping in a few minutes, but what fun would that be?

As Jack casually turned the corner at the end of the aisle, a running boy suddenly slammed into the side of his cart, toppling the cart with the boy to the floor. Candy went flying, and the boy ended up sprawled onto the floor next to the overturned cart.

"Are you hurt?" Jack blurted out, as he bent down to help the boy.

"No, I'm alright," answered the boy, obviously more hurt by his feelings and the ridicule of his situation than by the fall. As he turned his head, Jack recognized him. Yes! The pretty boy on the bus making faces. He was certain of it, talk of coincidences!

"Shawn, what did you do! I'm sorry, sir, he'll help you pick it all up," said a lovely girl in her early twenties, too young to be his mother, a sister?

"Thank you, but I can manage."

The boy was back on his feet with only a scratch on a charming knee. He was a real looker and Jack drank in all he could of his face and lean body. No more than eleven, perhaps ten, older than he had thought before.

"Come on, Shawn, help him pick up his things and put them back in the cart."

The small crowd that had gathered now dispersed, leaving only the three of them as Jack put the cart back on its wheels, and Shawn, obediently, started filling it up again.

"Thank you, Shawn. I hope your knee isn't hurting?"

"It's all his fault, don't worry about him; he's a sturdy boy. It's a good thing with all his falls and other 'accidents.' He's quite a handful to look after."

A baby sitter, then, or something like that.

"Looks like a nice kid."

"He is, but also all-boy, if you know what I mean. You got a lot of candy there."

"Yes, my house is quite popular and I get a lot of visitors."

"I'm Cathy Welsh; nice to meet you."

"I'm Jack Sholder."

"I suppose you live close by?"

"I do."

"We'll be trick or treating this evening, like everybody else I would think. Where is your house? Is it worth seeing?"

Shawn was in a hurry to leave but not Cathy, obviously Jack had caught her eye. He had to say it happened quite often, which was not too bad even if he had no intention of taking advantage of it. It was the boy he was interested in and, come to think of it, he answered nonetheless, since she would certainly come with him.

"On Lombard Street, not too far from the church."

"I see, very well. It's not that far from where we are, we can certainly make a detour that way."

"You'll be very welcome, I'll be glad to see you this evening."

"Yes, certainly." She extended her hand and Jack took it, they were now close to exchanging phone numbers, he thought with irony.

At least that gave him the opportunity to shake hands with Shawn too. His small hand was soft and dry and he finally was able to get a smile from the boy. That was the hard realities of life, far from the world of dreams.

***

As Jack drove home, he reflected on the meaning, if any, of this unexpected encounter in relation to the dreams that had plagued him lately. He surmised two paths he could follow.

One that was true to his desires but full of risks and incertitude. To try to woo the kid and start a true relationship with a boy, sex if it occurred being a bonus but not required. Cathy would visit with him, and it would be only natural that he invited them in. He would use the occasion to know the boy and his situation better. His parents seemed rather absent, having a baby sitter taking care of him on Halloween. What about his friends? Why was he not going with them on his quest for candy? He certainly was big enough. This was all good for Jack. All his paraphernalia would be on show, games, movies, some of them probably not allowed at home. He could try to lay the groundwork for other visits with … or without, Cathy.

The other path was less attractive, abandon his love of boys and try to adopt a normal life. Marry and have kids with Cathy or another woman. He had tried a few times already, but it never progressed very far. He hated the lies and false promises used to deceive the girls. Perhaps this time, it could be different.

Whatever path he took, he could not bear this status quo anymore. His life was going nowhere; even surrounded by friends, he felt alone with no one with whom he could confide or be true to himself. Jack needed a change, and change was coming.

Jack was restless as the day progressed. Finally, perhaps those dreams had been a good thing, as they took him out of his shell. Now it was up to him to navigate the evening with Cathy and Shawn, see what direction it could take. He did not want to give it too much importance either. If it did not work this time, there would be others. For all he knew, they might not show up at all.

As the afternoon wore on, he became more confident. He would meet plenty of boys tonight and if Shawn was not the one, he would find another. It was up to him and no one else.

Soon, the first children, the youngest, accompanied by a parent or older sibling, started to show up at his door and he put his quest aside for now. Shadows were lengthening, the night would be here shortly, and he got back into the swing of things like on any other Halloween.

The best intentions were not always enough and despite his efforts, he realized he was not able to change his usual attitude toward the boys that came to his house, some of them quite attractive; his defenses were still on and hard to overcome. It was the usual casual talk, the handing out of treats and being very careful not to show his interest for the cute or more handsome ones.

The next test came with the arrival of Cathy and Shawn, quite late in the evening when he thought they had forgotten all about him.

As he suspected, it was only the two of them with no other kids in tow. Was Shawn a lonely boy? Judged too young to go by himself with his friends?

"Sorry, we're late," said Cathy.

"No problem, on the contrary, it should be quiet from now on. Would you like to come in? Have something to drink?"

"I would have loved to do that, but as I told you, we are running late. Shawn's parents are very strict; they want him in bed no later than nine-thirty."

"Even on Halloween?"

"Yes."

"How old is he?"

"He just turned ten last month; he's big for his age. He's quite taken by your decorations; he jumped when the skeleton sprung out of the tomb. Great effect you have there."

"True, it does scare people." After receiving his candy, the boy went to see all the attractions again, going back to that one repeatedly to set it in motion again.

"Hope it can't be broken?" Cathy said in a questioning manner.

"No, I don't think so, and anyway, if it gets broken, it can be fixed. Really you don't have the time for a drink?"

"Well, I'll have a soda on the porch; I don't want to let Shawn out of my sight."

"You can both come in; he can have a soda too."

"Sorry, no, as I told you, he is prone to accidents, but I'll gladly accept an invitation some other day, just the two of us." Her cheeks reddened as she said that.

It had not turned out the way Jack expected; it seemed the only option offered was to forget about the boy. Well, the girl was nice enough; at least he would not risk going to jail with her.

"Certainly, I'll give you my phone number. What's yours?"

As they pulled out their phones, Jack saw more kids coming up the walkway, it was close to eight, and they probably would be the last ones. There were two groups, one with four boys and one with two boys.

"Can you give them their candy while I go fetch your soda?" Jack asked Cathy.

"Don't bother, take care of them; I'm afraid we'll leave you now. We're on foot and it will take us some time to get back home. Anyway, we'll see each other soon." Mission accomplished and the phone still in hand, Cathy had no reason to stay any longer.

"See you soon, then," said Jack lamely as she called Shawn to her, telling him it was time to leave.

***

The first group of four boys was coming up the steps; they were quite boisterous and mostly good looking, notably a lovely blond Thor whose long locks were tempting.

Jack took his time with them, even being bold enough to get the tow-headed boy's name, Sven, who obviously descended from Scandinavia. During all this time, the two other boys had stayed back in the front yard, which was peculiar. What were they waiting for? They certainly had explored all the decorations by now. He was intrigued, as they both wore the Storm Trooper Star Wars uniform, a quite detailed and expensive costume. One was white and the other black. As a fan of the saga, Jack was also able to discern that one matched the older model of the first movies and the other was the more recent version of it.

Jack was impatient to see those kids up close and discover if they were as knowledgeable in Star Wars lore as he was. He said they were two boys, but come to think of it, they could be girls, with their face and hair hidden under the helmet. It was unlikely though; this was a boy's costume.

Jack was in no hurry to see the evening end, girl, or no girl. Going to sleep would mean knowing what had become of his dreams. He secretly wished for them to return in one form or another as long as his two darling boys were there: Jack wanted to do so many things with them–to them.

Thor and his friends were leaving and more children were approaching, Bobby and James who had already visited him in the last dream with three others, two of them girls, he was sure of it this time. Too bad, he thought, it would give him less time with the Storm Troopers. It was their turn to come up the steps, but instead of that, they let the others pass and take their place. Jack wondered why. Did he know them, had they come to his house before? Did they know he was generous in the amount of candy he gave out? Perhaps they wanted to be last and hoped to get all the stock that was left? It was a smart move.

"Hi, Bobby, James. Who are your friends? If I recall, this is Franck and here is … I don't know sorry."

"She's Julie and that's Vanessa. You got quite a memory, sir, it's only the second time you've seen me and the last was a year ago," said Franck.

As you can see, I'm much better at boys than girls.

"Good to see you kids, treats or a trick?"

"Treats, please, they said in chorus."

"So be it," he said as he filled their bags, "Be careful not to get robbed by a ghost or a witch as you get home. It's getting late."

"We'll be careful," they answered before leaving the porch with smiles on their faces.

As soon as they were gone, his last two visitors of the evening finally approached the house while Jack went back inside as if he had not seen them. He moved the remaining treats, so they were out of sight: it would be a nice trick if their goal were to take all he had left. Jack was definitely becoming bolder, as he thought that perhaps he could lure them inside on the pretext of looking at his collection of figurines; they looked like Star Wars fans.

"Trick or treat," they said together as he was opening the door.

"Sorry boys, I'm afraid it will be a trick since I have no more treats; you're too late."

Despite the fact that the helmets muted their voices, he was sure they were boys and that he knew them. How could that be?

"The worst trick would be for us to leave," said the boy in the original movie costume, "you would miss our company."

"Do I know you? Who are you?"

"That's for you to guess."

Jack had no idea who they could be; there were not that many boys or girls he could call by their name in the neighborhood. He had thought of something, but it was preposterous.

"Sorry, I think the cat got my tongue. You'll have to take off your helmets. Nice costumes you have there, by the way, they fit you well."

"What do we get if we take our helmets off?"

"I don't know; I can offer you a soda."

"I'm not sure that will be enough," said the boy with the newer style costume, who so far had stayed silent.

"What else would be required?" Jack replied to the boy, more intrigued than ever by those two late visitors.

"May we come in?" demanded the boy.

"Come in?" Jack was befuddled. Was he dreaming again? As far as he knew, this was the real world; he did not remember going to bed, or was he delusional? He was the one planning that move.

"Yes, you could invite us in?" said the other boy.

"I hope you're not vampires? You don't look like it, true, but who knows?" Jack's mind was in turmoil; what did he have to lose? He had a look around. Was it some kind of prank, something more sinister? There was no one that he could see. "Please come in; you are very welcome," he said, stepping aside. As they passed him, he saw they had no bags with them.

Jack had entered the Twilight Zone, you could say. What his instinct told him of this situation was impossible, yet it looked and felt more and more probable. He pinched himself, hard, to no effect.

"Nice place you have here, with everything to entertain us," said the boy in black.

"I thought you knew that already. Aren't you hot under those helmets? Perhaps it is time to take them off and show me your pretty faces."

"You're going too fast; we'll need some music first."

"Music? What for?"

"You'll see. What have you got? And don't worry you're not going to wake up this time."

Did he just hear those words? Their meaning was clear and his suspicions were now confirmed. Still, it came as a shock and Jack took a moment to absorb it. If he had lost his mind, at least these ravings were extraordinary and he would willingly get lost in them.

"Don't tell me you're William and Logan?"

"Would you believe it?"

"I should not if I want to keep my sanity," Jack replied, trying to determine which one was William and which one Logan.

"Yes, I understand; it can be hard to swallow. But you'll have to wait until we take off our helmets."

"Why wait? Enough has been said; it's not that difficult to do."

"Don't you want a little show first?"

"A show?"

"Give us some music, you'll see," said the boy in the white Storm Trooper costume.

"Or we could play strip poker," suggested the boy in the black costume, with a chuckle, "That could be fun too."

Knowing what they covered, Jack suddenly found these Storm Trooper costumes quite sexy. Something he never imagined possible before, as they usually contained grown men.

Jack preferred the first option, not knowing what it entailed, "What kind of music?"

"Something with a good tempo."

"But kind of naughty too," said the boy in the white costume.

Jack was not too knowledgeable concerning music, he simply put on one of the hits of the moment, and as soon as the music started, the boys made him sit on the couch and they started to dance.

What a dance it was! Provocative and sexy, using all the right moves while one by one, they were taking off pieces of their armor. Where did the boys learn to dance like that? Jack wondered.

They were quite talented and that uncanny strip tease quickly aroused Jack. For now, he abandoned any idea of giving sense to what was happening to him. Dream, hallucination, or the real thing, he did not care. He only wanted to enjoy as much as possible these incredible and precious moments.

All was done in rhythm and suggestive moves; there was no clumsiness or hesitation from the boys, Jack was watching, hypnotized, but wary. This could not be happening. In his way of thinking, there had to be a catch somewhere, as he persuaded himself that it would not end well.

The falling off parts of the discarded white and black armors revealed the corresponding black and white tights that clung to the children's skin, while the armor covering the shoulders, the groin and the legs was not relinquished, contrasting with the lissome thighs, the thin arms and the slender torsos. The effect was quite potent, enhancing their juvenile forms.

At last came the long-awaited conclusion, the removal of the helmets, performed with the same assurance and with a last moment bonus: just before the reveal, they turned around, bending over and pulling them off in a swift movement, freeing their jet black and golden locks. Jack's attention, however, focused for an instant on their beautiful rumps, in full view under the thin material clinging to their perfect bum shapes, as if naked. Then they faced him again, all smiles, a bit out of breath and with a slight sheen of perspiration on their brows.

William and Logan, in flesh and blood, the boys of his dreams in more ways than one, were standing right in front of him. It was impossible, but it was true.

Except for the music, there was a moment of silence. The boys were catching their breath and enjoying their audience's reaction, Jack, speechless, stunned, swallowing with difficulty whatever saliva he had left as he watched them come to him and sit by his side.

"It was hot under those helmets but it was worth it. We surprised you, didn't we?" said Logan.

"You can say that. In fact I'm not quite sure yet if I can believe my senses anymore."

"I can understand that; still, I see our little show has been appreciated," said William, his hand touching the lump in the man's crotch.

"Who are you? What are you?"

"You asked us already, Jack."

"I did not get an answer."

"We are boys."

"You look like boys; still, you do things no boys would or could do." They had visited his dreams and now were standing right in front of him, acknowledging his desires and seemingly ready to satisfy them.

With an air of mystery, Logan explained, "In your world, Jack, in your world, it might be so, but this is the night of Halloween and everything is or becomes possible for a few hours."

William, bringing his hand to stroke the same sensitive spot, moved in to kiss Jack's cheek, and while lingering, softly said, "Now is the time for fun and games. We could watch a movie, or perhaps you would prefer to do other things?"

Jack's eyes lit up, his heart racing faster, if that was even possible, he took a deep breath and asked, "Why me? Why now? How did you find me?"

William pulled away enough to look Jack in the face, "So many questions, why can't you simply enjoy the moment? We can leave if you do not want us here. Are you afraid?"

Yes, that was it; he was afraid. It was not only the absurdity of the situation and all the questions without answers; it was not the fear those boys would suddenly transform into monsters, could be some sort of incubus and it was not, more simply put, that he feared going crazy. It was deeper than that.

Jack never had sex with a boy before, he loved their shapes, their voices, their energy, their youthfulness, and naïveté, and then there was the strong sexual attraction he felt for them. They were the object of his desires. Jack had worshiped them his entire life, while, in fact, staying away from them. The image he had of them was purely idealized with little real interaction. Of course, he had been a boy himself; he was not a virgin either, he had tried girls when he was younger, he had watched some forbidden porn with boys, who wouldn't? He had a clear idea of what he wanted to do with them, how to do it. Still, suddenly confronted with the real thing he feared it could not compete with his level of expectation, that it would go wrong, that he would end up being disappointed, that he had wasted all these years for the pursuit of an unattainable fantasy.

Fortunately, his sexual drive was stronger than those fears and steered him in the right direction; it was impossible to miss such an unexpected and unbelievable opportunity, whatever the outcome.

"No, I'm not afraid," he said, bringing William to him in a passionate embrace, his lips joining with the boy's, in an intimate kiss, their tongues coming into action to meet and play. His hands had lost their placidity, exploring the delicate and lovely forms in his arms. They searched and found how to unfasten the shoulder and groin armor plates, taking them off. He had to let go of the child for an instant to free the boy's slender legs, his eyes registering William's adorable erection well in view under the tights and Logan watching them, rubbing his crotch, after also getting rid of the remnants of his armor.

There was no going back, and this time, certainly no risk of waking up. All his stress had now left him, all the apprehension and anxiety accumulated for years. He could be himself, and at last, give free rein to his most secret desires.

***

Jack signaled to Logan, extending his arm, asking him to join them. Soon the feeling was incredible of having the two boys rubbing against him, sharing his pleasure, competing for his attention.

"How do you take these off?" he said of the tights, there was no zipper or seam that he could see. He wanted them all naked, skin-to-skin, as he pulled off his shirt, unbuckled his belt, and slipped out of his shoes.

"That's for you to find out," said the boys, expert at teasing the man.

With only his underwear left, tented by his leaking erection, he grabbed them, examining their clinging garments closely. The material was thin but resistant and he found no means to strip it off.

Jack was frustrated, his yearning within reach, denied.

"Please tell me," he said, ready to try to rip the last remaining clothes to shreds.

"Take us to your bedroom. Let's be comfortable for your first time," said Logan with a wink as he took his hand, imitated by William.

"Follow me," replied Jack, for once taking the lead, his anticipation and emotions were so strong that he felt dizzy and walked on wobbly legs to the amusement of the boys.

The bed was large enough to receive them all, although, being cramped, would not have been a problem for Jack. As soon as they entered the bedroom, the boys jumped on it, bouncing up and down.

"Now comes the reveal," said William, "I'll be first."

Jack was still standing, watching them with excitement and delight, as his Calvin Klein underwear fell down his legs and his hand held his throbbing erection.

"I'll help you," said Logan.

It was quite simple, pulling on the material, they stretched it at the neck and rolled it over and down the shoulders and arms, then down the boy's torso to the hips and then down the legs.

"One off, two to go!" exclaimed William, who set to help Logan slip out of his own white tights.

It was done fast and Jack was finally able to admire them in the nude as they displayed their attractive bodies for him. The milk white of one contrasting with the light brown of the other, the hairless pubes of William with the sparse tuft of Logan, both sporting slender and perfectly shaped erections. He observed they were not cut like many American boys.

Not waiting for the man to join them, they kissed and caressed each other, playing naughty games that they seemed well used to.

Jack, looking at the intermingled lissome forms, felt ready to burst, but he did not want it to come so soon before anything of consequence had really been done. Still, he did not see how he could hold it off any longer.

Logan nudged William, who left his cousin's side to sit in front of Jack and relieve him of his momentary distress.

"Let me do it; the night has not even started yet; you'll have many more opportunities to get hard again, as often as you want."

Without hesitation, the boy had the man's member in his soft hand, bringing it forward to his wet mouth. He licked his lips in anticipation and then gobbled the leaking glans with expertise, while his other hand stimulated the man's hairy balls.

Jack gasped and exploded in seconds.

"Sorry," he said when the jets of his abundant seed invaded the child's mouth, some escaping it, to run down his chin, "I should have warned you."

"He doesn't mind," said Logan, who had come beside them, picking up with one finger the sperm dropping from William's chin to put it in his own mouth, "Didn't he tell you he liked bananas? He's not been in the trade long, but he learns fast. By the way, I like cucumbers best, but I can appreciate bananas too. I'll show you later."

Jack had to sit on the bed; his leg's too wobbly to stand any longer. He was now certain he was not going to be disappointed in any way. This orgasm had been one of the best of his life. The boys sat beside him, leaning against him affectionately.

"What about Arthur?" he asked.

"Arthur?"

"You know, Arthur, the name you gave William when I tried to win the bet?"

"Sorry," answered William, "We lied, we're not perfect, you know, and you made such a face, it was so funny! It was worth it! I think you've been well repaid, though, and by morning, I don't think you'll hold a grudge against us."

"It's already forgotten; I just wanted to know."

Jack's hands were in the boys' laps, exploring their standing erections.

"May I?" he asked.

"You're more than welcome," answered William.

Jack grabbed the two flexible boners, studying their consistence, measuring their length, rubbing the exposed glans, playing with their foreskins. He felt William's stiffy throbbing and the boy taking a deep breath. It was a dry cum. Jack checked; no liquid had come out of the sensitive slit.

"I told you, he's younger than me by a few months," said Logan, "but if you use your mouth on me, you're certain to get a reward."

Jack could not refuse the invitation; it would be the first time his lips touched a cock.

"Lie down then; I've got a lot to learn; you'll have to excuse me if I'm not that good."

"Don't worry; I'm sure you'll get the hang of it in no time."

They settled on the bed, Logan half seated, his head on the pillows, Jack between his legs, his hands on the boy's luscious thighs bending over the tender but quite hard morsel.

First, he licked at it, to become acquainted, before taking it in his mouth to sample its salty taste and working his tongue around it. Curiously, this was not the part he was the most attracted to, contrary, he thought, to many of his peers, but he was willing to accept and experiment with everything the boys were willing to offer him. After a little moment, he had the full length in his mouth, the tip knocking at the back of his palate.

Pleasuring Logan brought him more satisfaction than he expected as his hands were enjoying the child's soft skin and supple flesh, one fastened to the base of the stiffy, rubbing the small pole or stimulating the two descended marbles in their sack.

"You're doing good," said Logan, "I'm close." His hand was on the man's head, guiding him.

William, not to be outdone, brought his lips around the man's now tumescent member, for Jack's greatest pleasure and resulting in a respectable erection that he hoped would not erupt too soon this time.

As his climax came closer, Logan raised his hips and pushed on the man's head in rhythm, moaning lightly. He came, propelling some clear fluid against Jack's palate, his body slackening against the bed in abandon. Jack kept the fluid in his mouth for an instant then swallowed it, as William had done with his much more abundant and thicker seed. The taste was new and not disagreeable; the experience well worth a repeat. William was still at work on his own member and he caressed his blond locks in appreciation.

"My turn," said Logan, taking over from the younger boy. "You got his first cum already."

William, without reticence, let go of the man's rod and was replaced by Logan.

Jack did not notice any difference in their skills as he opened his arms to William, who nestled against him and started a passionate kissing session. Jack had lost all notion of time and place, he did not know if this was a dream again or reality; he was over the moon. His only focus was on the two boys that had, by some magic, decided to make him achieve all he had thought beyond his reach in this world.

Jack's defenses crumbled once and for all that night, and he was about to dare seek his ultimate goal, the act that was at the heart of his cravings. His hands caressing William's back were going down and taking possession of the two perfect round cheeks of the boy's firm buttocks, kneading their delectable flesh, one thumb soon exploring the crack between them and searching for the pink pucker that he wished to possess, but would the boys let him go that far?

There it was, he could feel it, the small cleft under the tip of his thumb, and as he exerted some pressure, he wondered how such a tiny thing could let him pass even if he was, to his knowledge, only of average size. This simple idea, added to the skilled attentions of Logan, was enough to bring him to his second climax.

As Jack was recuperating from his orgasm, William whispered in his ear. "You can keep your finger there, play with my hole and take me in your mouth."

Jack complied and went down on the demanding boy, engulfing the cocklet in one go, his lips clamping around it as his thumb rubbed and pushed against William's sensitive opening. It was not long before he felt the sweet and small boner throb repeatedly in his mouth, wracked by the multiple climaxes that were the attribute of youth.

"William, it looks like our friend Jack would like to bum you," said Logan, who had swallowed the man's load and had no doubts concerning the man's intentions, "but you'll have to wait till he gets back in shape," he added, nudging Jack's now flaccid cock.

"Will you let me?" asked Jack, pulling off the well-spent cocklet while his hand stayed in place, looking the boy straight in the eyes. He wanted to avoid any misunderstanding, "Would you like that? I don't want to force myself on you."

Logan was quick to answer first.

"I told you, he's new to the trade, he doesn't have that much experience yet, you'll have to be cautious. Still, he usually likes it. What do you say, Will?"

"I'm okay with it. Don't you have lube stashed somewhere? We'll need a lot of it."

It took a moment for Jack to register what had been said. He never thought it would be that easy.

"Yes, I do; I'll go fetch it."

"I'll start getting him ready for you," said Logan. "Raise your legs, Will."

The boy spat in his hand and coated his slender cocklet with his saliva before mounting, with surprising ease, the younger child. He started pumping in and out with relish, his hands holding William's legs up, and his head coming down from time to time for a kiss. On the spot, this sight hypnotized Jack and watching Logan's young buttocks clench with each energetic thrust; he did not doubt he would gladly sample those too, given the occasion.

"What are you waiting for?" William told him, smiling, obviously liking Logan's performance.

Jack came out of his trance, he was on his way and back in a moment, his erection restored as strong as before. He hoped he had a few more shots in reserve, at least enough to last him until the end of the night.

William was now on top of Logan, squatting, and his bum bobbing up and down on the other boy's stiffy, all the way. They were both enjoying themselves tremendously and Jack thought it was necessary to signal his return.

"I'm back, boys; I brought condoms too. I didn't know if they would be needed."

"I'm … almost … there," replied Logan between breaths; catching William's shoulders, he brought him to him and started a rabbit fuck that lasted one or two minutes until he came.

Jack regretted having missed even a few moments of their coupling, as it was so erotic and arousing. Their ease gave him optimism concerning his chances of a satisfying mating with them, as the boys were clearly experienced and willing, afraid of nothing.

Jack felt some apprehension at the idea of anal sex, even if it fired up his libido. He had seen enough porn to know it was not always an easy feat, and he did not want to hurt them or cause pain. They had been so generous with him already, and love and pleasure were the only things he wanted to give them in return.

William, the epitome of seduction, had rolled off Logan and was looking at him with a roguish smile at the corner of his mouth that contradicted his innocent looks.

"No need for condoms, Jack. He is all yours," said Logan, his cocklet at half-mast and already getting stiffer.

"You'll be gentle with me?" asked William, coming closer to pull Jack onto the bed.

"I'll do my best, I promise, it's my first time; everything we've done so far is new to me," answered Jack.

"We'll help, don't worry," said Logan, taking the role of the matchmaker. "Get on all fours, Will; it'll be easier that way."

The boy obliged with enthusiasm, raising his pert butt, ready to receive Jack's hard as a rock member. The man did not need any further stimulation and was as ready as could be.

"Go slow and steady," said Logan, still playing his part. "Do not rush things and follow your instinct. You'll feel it when you can go in but let him get used to it before you go further. Well, you certainly know all that already."

"There's a difference between theory and practice, I want to do it right. Let's start with the lube."

Jack scooped some KY spreading it generously on his responsive shaft and then proceeded to work it in and around William's pucker, introducing one and then two fingers and testing the tight ring's resistance. Part of the job had been done thanks to Logan's energetic fuck but it was not going to be good enough. This was not the most romantic part of their tryst and could have been considered rather dull but there were many compensations to be had.

"Try to find his prostate; you'll see how he reacts," said Logan in Jack's ear, who had been doing just that. He would soon know if what he had read on the internet was in any way close to reality.

As he worked his fingers in and out, adding more lube, his other hand was taking advantage of the exposed flesh: groping, caressing, kneading a thigh or buttock; rubbing the boy's stiff cocklet; going up and down William's back to feel his stretched ribs; reaching for the fragile neck and playing with the fluff and the short blond locks there, delighting in the feel of the child's satiny skin.

There it was, he could feel it, the small nub he was looking for, and the child reacted immediately to its stimulation. He felt the sphincter muscle clench around his fingers like a vise and heard a small moan of pleasure escape the boy. After rubbing it a few more times, he felt the muscles relax and accept the third finger.

"You're doing good," said Logan. "Perhaps you could try it now."

With great yearning, Jack pulled out his fingers, coated his solid organ again with KY and one hand on each of the child's voluptuous bum cheeks got in position. The contact of his glans with William's slippery pucker was electrifying as he exerted pressure and felt the ring slowly dilate.

With halted breath, Jack asked, "I'm-not-hurting-you, am I?"

"No, it's okay, you can keep going," answered the boy, pushing back to help the penetration.

Jack had dreamed of this moment for so long and now that it was about to happen, there was some trepidation. With one more push, his glans finally passed the opposing ring of flesh, and he was overcome by a multitude of exquisite sensations: the contractions of the muscle that tried to recover from his intrusion; the incredible heat of the boy's innards that welcomed him; William trembling in his arms, perhaps from pain or pleasure, or both; the desire to go further, to the hilt, that he had to resist.

Jack's arms now encircled William, holding him close as he kissed his neck, his ears, and one hand turning the boy's head to the side to kiss his ruby lips, his blue eyes, and his pert nose. He found no words to express his gratitude and his emotions were so strong that he was about to cry of happiness, but his cravings were not yet satisfied and when he felt the resisting muscle slacken and the contractions diminish, he forged ahead slowly and steadily, the boy's expressions serving as a guide to his actions.

Logan, by their side, silent, was observing with attention his progress, encouraging him or William with an occasional caress, himself in an evident state of arousal.

With about two-thirds of his member now encased in the boy's warm sheath, Jack could not wait any longer, pulling back to push in again, he initiated a tempo, careful to have his glans hit as often as possible, the boy's touchy nub and trying to gain more ground with every push forward.

"Ohhh," whimpered William, eyes half-closed at each of the man's pelvic thrusts.

Jack was following his instincts, riding the boy, driven by his own pleasure and the child's reactions, using small jabs or long strokes, going faster or slower. Fortunately, it was to be his third climax in a rather short period; otherwise, it would have been over already, his sperm filling the boy's chute almost instantly. No, he wanted this to last the whole night or even longer, until exhausted when he was in no condition to keep going.

The strain of this position was hard on William with the weight of the adult at his back. Still, he loved the jolts of electricity going up his spine when the man's rod brushed his prostate, being like a doll in his strong arms, the feel of his powerful hands on his skin.

The boy, helped by Logan, caught the two pillows within reach, slipping them under his midsection to lay on so that he could still keep his bum in the air. Jack approved the move since he was far from being done, and as soon as everything was in place, he resumed his strokes, finding the rhythm again. He was in bliss and accelerated the tempo to slow it down when he felt his juices rising. All good things have to end, but he wanted something special for the finish line. He pulled out of William with regret, already addicted to the young boy's rear assets; it was only for a moment.

"Turn around," he said to the surprised boy who felt suddenly empty and helped him to comply. Placing him on his back with his fleshy buttocks settled on the pillows and facing him, Jack raised the child's legs and William smiled, ready to receive him again.

Jack was suddenly apprehensive, was the boy stretched well enough to accept him without a fuss? For he now craved a fast relief. The answer came when his member slipped back in with minimal effort.

William was smiling at him, his smooth legs were on his shoulders, his arms by his side, his eyes full of trust and expectation, and a rush of emotions again took Jack. What had he done to merit such fulfillment and to see all his desires satisfied? Who, what, had sent these two angels? He had no time for questions, his pleasure awaited and he hoped William's too.

To allow the child to become reacquainted with his member, Jack began with long strokes while leaning over him, deep kissing him. Their eyes met and before long, he was speeding up, going hard and fast, his pelvic thrusts pounding and slapping against the boys taut buttocks. He had never believed in such a concept but he exclaimed: "Oh God!" as he was taken by another powerful orgasm and felt wave after wave of pleasure invading his being, as his seed filled William's hot canal.

Spent, he was careful not to crush the slender boy under his weight, still thrusting in and out with the remnant of his erection. Not wanting those exquisite feelings to go away, he pulled the child close and to the side, cuddling him and kissing his lovely face. He would have gone to sleep that way, William cradled in his arms, his member always nestled inside, but the night was young and Logan was to be next.

Chapter 8
The Day After

Jack woke up when the sun was already high in the sky. He could hear the TV in the living room; probably the boys were there watching it. He did not open his eyes right away, as he wanted to reminisce: first, the extraordinary night he had spent with them and review in detail, all the images and new sensations he had gone through. It had been beyond his wildest dreams; his romp with William had been exhausting emotionally, and when Logan had suggested they go for a snack and watch a movie, he immediately accepted, wanting to recharge his batteries before promoting the conquest of mounting Logan that was next on his agenda.

He did not doubt he would be successful, with the way the boy flirted with him and flaunted his delightful backside. William, for his part, was glued to him and did not seem to want to leave his side. The snack ended with an orgy of sweets that Jack did not feel like reproving after the wonderful time he had been gifted. He let the boys gorge themselves shamelessly. They settled on the couch, William and Logan sharing his lap, his hands in their crotches, fingering their ever-present erections.

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The choice of the movie had been easy: 'The Empire Strikes Back', the best of the Star Wars saga.

To be truthful, the audience for the next two hours was not very attentive to the action on the screen and more interested in what was happening on the couch. It started quite innocently with some cuddling and kissing. Jack never tired of exploring or indulging in the boy's wondrous bodies, playing with the little sticks jutting from their laps, caressing, kneading everything within his reach. To his surprise, his member was standing and restored to its rigidity in no time and he rubbed it with enthusiasm against the boys' slight frames.

There was no bickering between them for the man's favors and not only because they thought they would be equally treated, no, but it was also better than that; there was real affection between them and an acceptance of each other's needs and desires.

Logan had not interfered when William had been the focus of Jack's interest and William gracefully stepped back when Logan became more demanding of Jack's attention, the conquest of mounting Logan becoming the ascent of Jack's peak and the result not that different.

William was the one who went back to the bedroom to fetch the lube and when he came back, a very short time later, he noticed that Logan was well engaged already. The more experienced and slightly older boy had judged that saliva could do the job and, after using his mouth and making Jack's member as slippery as could be, squatted in his lap to start his descent on the desired hard lump of flesh. By that time, Jack had lost all interest in the movie to concentrate on the gorgeous creature facing him, letting Logan take the initiative. Jack waited until the penetration was well underway, one-third of his meat inside the boy, to start thrusting upward.

"Wait," said Logan with a grimace, "It'll be better with some lube."

Logan disengaged himself and took the KY from William's hands, coating generously Jack's demanding member and then his hole with a copious amount.

Jack, frustrated, eager to resume their coupling, was filling his hands with the boy's flesh and as soon as the lube was dutifully applied, he took over the initiative.

Laying Logan on the couch, he raised the boy's legs, aligned his rod, and pushed forward. The already distended ring of flesh did not offer much resistance, and in no time, he was inside the velvety hot canal forging ahead with determination. He was certainly getting bolder, which delighted Logan, who was like putty in the man's hands and enjoying it all. The boy still wanted more, sending one hand behind Jack's neck, pulling him forward for a lingering kiss.

"Go harder, faster," he whispered in the man's ear, "I can take it."

Jack had been bold but cautious in his actions, refraining from causing any pain, observing the child's face intently to read his emotions and feelings. Now given free rein, he accelerated the rhythm and the strength of his pelvic thrusts while staying in what he thought to be a safe zone. He still had a lot to learn in the ways of boylove sex but showed good predispositions. The fuck lasted a long time and was more energetic than with William and quite satisfying for the two lovers. Logan came twice during that time, some clear fluid landing on his flat stomach without touching himself or being touched.

Jack had a long and intense climax only minutes before the end of the movie.

The night did not end there, as they went back to the bed to continue their sexual games. Jack was still randy and buggered both boys again, going from one to the other, during the next two hours. He showed no preference and came two more times before exhausted physically and drained emotionally: they all fell into a deep slumber.

As Jack recalled all of it, with his eyes still closed, he felt terribly alone and the desire to be with the boys, touch them, hold them, and kiss them became irresistible. He was hard and needy besides having a full bladder. He hurried to the bathroom to take care of it, delaying for a moment the pleasure of satisfying this necessity.

As he came out, he called, "Logan, William, where are you?"

As Jack entered the empty living room, there was no answer and he suddenly felt oppressed, terrible anxiety taking possession of him. He called to them again, visiting and searching the entire house from the basement to the attic.

They were nowhere to be found. They were gone. Had he dreamed it all again? Was this the real world, or was he still dreaming? Was he going crazy? The same questions coming back repeatedly. He was about to cry in despair.

Then he searched for traces they could have left, a note perhaps. There were a few candy wrappers by the couch, the lube was there, open, depleted of some of its contents by the bed. Was that proof enough of their presence or was it the result of his insanity?

What time was it? Eleven thirty. Did they go back home to change and would come back for lunch?

Taken over by this extraordinary experience, nothing had been said of the day after. He had no family name, no phone number, no school, not the slightest idea if they planned to stay with him this Sunday.

The question of who they were, perhaps what they were had no answer. He needed to calm down. He had not looked in the garden! He pulled on his Calvin Klein's and pants and went to the porch without real hope but he had to check, to be sure.

Jack opened the door and saw them! The helmets, one black, one white, with a note slipped under. He felt the weight in his chest lift up and disappear as a smile showed on his face when he picked up the note: 'FOR YOUR COLLECTION' was written on it. He turned it over and over, read it again, there was nothing else. It was not possible; there had to be something more!

Jack went back in and searched the house again from top to bottom; he ended sitting on his bed, the note still in his hand. He laid down, pulling the sheets to his nose. He could smell it, the scent of the boys, the scent of sex, of sperm, saw the caked stains. He was not crazy. They had been here. He had proof of it.

Jack had no way to find them, but they could find him. Perhaps they were on their way back, right this moment, having told their guardian of their whereabouts. He had not seen phones with them, which was peculiar when he thought about it. Was what he had learned in the dreams in any way reliable? They said they had no parents, or rather they were not here. They said they had moved to the neighborhood very recently, from New Zealand. How many schools were there around? As a boylover, he should know! If they did not show up later that day, he would look for them.

And he did, the next days passing in a blur. He drove all around the neighborhood widening his search each day, checking the playgrounds, sports fields and swimming pools, every school; waiting outside the gates with the parents, trying to look inconspicuous, he unfortunately had no photos he could show around otherwise he would have done it, oblivious of what people would think.

Jack was neglecting his job and dark thoughts started to cloud his mind. He was obsessed with the exquisite feelings, sensations of that wonderful night. He did not know how he could live without them. He craved for them more than anything else, the longing so strong and addictive. The sex, of course, but also being himself, accepted, loved by those boys.

Jack had seen Shawn get on his bus to go home, how easy it would be, under a false pretext, to tell him to enter his car and take him to his house, the same ploy could certainly be used with many of the beautiful boys he had seen while looking for Logan and William. What could happen after that he did not know because he knew he was not capable of such an abomination. Still, thinking of it showed how miserable and desperate he was.

As the days were going by he felt a loss of any notion of time and place and his cravings were accompanied by pain, a terrible headache. There were the sounds of sirens, shouts, and the noise of flesh meeting metal, broken glass and then nothing … for a long time: blackness and silence had replaced everything.

And then there was light, a hospital room, a doctor and some pain again.

Epilogue

"Who are those kids?" asked the new intern to the nurse, "Good looking ones. They should not be running around here alone."

"They're not alone; their guardian stayed in the waiting room, they're visiting Mr. Sholder in 4C. Don't you know the story? It made the news."

"No, tell me."

"The guy pushed those boys out of the path of a speeding car, pursued by the cops, probably saved their lives, but he was hit himself, fractured legs, hip, and arm, the worst was the brain damage. No close family, we were about to unplug him when the boys' guardian insisted that we keep him on the machine longer and paid for it.

"A strange man, he came to visit him every day, stayed for a long time. Suddenly, the brainwaves showed up again, stronger, the brain itself was mending on the scans; this left Dr. Tcherakian and all others quite puzzled. This was just a week before Halloween and from then on, he got better; he was taken out of the intensive care unit shortly after. You can call that a miracle. He regained consciousness and opened his eyes yesterday, for the first time, he was even able to talk, if you can believe it. That's why the boys were authorized to visit him today."

"Quite a story, I must read his file."

"Indeed."

Logan and William entered the room in silence; Jack, on the bed, turned his head and looked at them. They wore the same soccer uniforms he had seen in his dream. He was in no shape to be aroused, as he was confused and dizzy from the medications. Still, he recognized them very well.

"Hello, Jack, how are you today?" asked William.

"Better, certainly, now that you're here. Am I dreaming again? Is this Heaven?" he asked with irony.

"No, you're not dreaming; we came for your treatment."

"You look awfully young for doctors and quite lovely, I must say." His voice was slurred and hesitant.

"It's not that kind of treatment; it's a special one."

Logan pulled something out of his pocket and placed it on Jack's chest. It was a kind of shining sphere, and he felt its beneficial effects right away.

"I don't know what it is, but it works." Jack was now speaking fluently, his headache gone.

"A few more days of it and you'll be able to leave the hospital and come with us."

"Come with you?"

"Yes, our guardian will explain it all. He is very thankful to you."

"Your guardian?"

"Don't you remember, we told you about him already, he is a very special man, and he has a proposition for you. You have a lot in common."

"You speak in riddles again."

"Maybe, but he wants to be the one to tell you about it," said Logan.

"We will come every day from now on," said William, "I can't wait to see you get well. We have a lot to catch up to. All that happened in your dreams–we can do it for real."

Jack didn't know if he was delusional again; he had asked himself all those questions so many times already. At least his pain was gone for now and his thoughts had cleared and he could delight in the beautiful sight in front of him. It was much better than nothing.

"At least you didn't hurt that part," said William, his hand touching the man's crotch without embarrassment, "I want to try it for real, as soon as possible."

"You're definitely the same William I met in my dreams, but are you real?

"As real as can be, you can trust me. By the way, those were not dreams you were having. It was quite different," said Logan, taking back the object on Jack's chest as the nurse entered the room.

"Boys, it is time to let Mr. Sholder rest. You've been here long enough for a first visit."

"They don't bother me at all," said Jack.

"I can see that," she said, surprised. "It seems those boys had a positive influence on you sir; you're talking so much better than earlier. All right, I'll give you five more minutes." She left them alone, and the boys put the sphere back on his chest with its beneficial effects.

Jack had felt William's hand on his crotch, the nurse had acknowledged their presence and even talked to them. What if it was all true?

"Logan, William, can you come closer?" he asked.

"Of course," they answered together.

Jack extended his arm and touched them; they were definitely standing there; he could feel the texture of the tee shirts, the heat underneath it coming from their sweet bodies.

"I told you, we're real, you're not dreaming anymore. You're the luckiest guy; it's like you won the lottery. Now it's up to you, do you want to come with us?"

Jack wasn't totally convinced yet. He had a lot to ponder. True, the doctor had told him he was baffled by his recovery, that it was a miracle that contradicted all his medical knowledge. Still, how to make a difference between dreams and reality after the last days, everything was questionable and almost all of his interrogations concerning the boys were still without answers.

At the same time, how could he refuse such a proposition? He could not wait to spend a few hours with these two very naughty angels once he recovered. He could not wait to talk to the boy's guardian and, perhaps, finally learn what this was all about.

Jack made his choice, deciding this was the life he wanted and pushed away all his doubts.

As they turned around to leave, his gaze fell on their perfect bottoms, encased in the thin and tight material of their short shorts and he felt a stirring in his loins.

Life was smiling on him, at last. The future seemed full of promises.

The End