Get Out Ch. 02: A Pulse-pounding Gay Sex Story that Pushes Boundaries on Xboylove.com
A gay sex stories: Get Out! Ch. 02 This is a love story. I’m a romantic at heart. Hope you enjoy.
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Thomas slumbered away. As he slept, his brain cycled through the four stages of sleep. The first three were non-rapid eye movement (NREM) sleep, also known as quiet sleep. The fourth was rapid eye movement (REM) sleep, also known as active sleep. While his brain was aroused with mental activities during REM sleep, the fourth stage of sleep, his voluntary muscles became immobilized.
Erections are a considered non-voluntary body function. And, unlike most parasomnias that happen only during specific parts of the sleep cycle, sleep talking can occur during either REM or NREM sleep. Sleep talking is considered to be distinct from other vocalizations that can occur during sleep such as catathrenia, a breathing pattern expressed by groaning or moaning during sleep.
During his periods of REM sleep, his brain lit up with activity. His body was relaxed and immobilized. His breathing was faster and irregular. His eye movement visible beneath his closed lids. He dreamt. It is thought that REM sleep is when emotions and emotional memories are processed and stored.
During one particular REM episode, Thomas dreamt that he was in a room, a room that was windowless and doorless. The walls were black. There was no discernible source of light, yet he could see clearly. He sat alone and motionless in a large plush easy chair. He was clothed.
Next, the room was teeming with beautiful, scantily clad women, trying to get a response from him. Teasing him with their breasts and bare pussies. Touching him, caressing him. He felt impotent, unable to get excited. He could not will his arms or legs to move. Then he was alone, again.
Why wasn’t he aroused by them?
“Wait! Don’t leave me here!”
A single, completely naked woman stood before him.
“What do you want, Thomas?”
He stared at her body. Her large, firm breasts, jiggling ever so slightly with her every move. Her puffy red lips. Her tongue as she licked those lips. Her beautiful face. Her perfectly proportioned waist and hips. Her long slender legs. Her glistening pussy, with its velvety vulva and stiff protruding clit.
“I want you.”
She looked down and stared at his lifeless, flaccid penis, barely visible in the boxers he was now sporting. He followed her gaze and saw his limp dick covered with the cotton underwear. He tried to will it to harden.
“No, you don’t.” And she was gone again.
This scene repeated itself several times, each time, a woman Thomas found attractive, would appear, yet Thomas was unable to get a hard-on despite their attempts to arouse him. He hated the feeling of loneliness when they would disappear, leaving him in a state of despair.
There appeared a male in the room. Moving around, never letting Thomas get a good look at him.
“Thomas, what do you want?” He inquired.
“I want out.”
“What’s keeping you in here?”
“I don’t know.”
“Thomas you know.”
“No! I don’t.”
“Thomas, look at me.” The young man was standing before him, now. He was clothed in white pajamas. Thomas could not make out his features and did not recognize him.
“Thomas, you hold the key.”
Thomas looked around. There still were no doors. He had no key. Frustrated, he said, “Tell me how to get out of here.”
The young man disappeared. Thomas felt so alone. He wanted him to come back. The young man had given him a sense of peace. He couldn’t figure out why.
“Hey! Where’d you go? Come back.”
The young man reappeared. He was nude. Suddenly, Thomas was completely nude, too.
“Thomas, what do you want?”
“I… I just want you.”
Thomas noticed that his cock was awakening. The young man was so beautiful.
The young man knelt in front of Thomas and wrapped his lips around the head of Thomas’ dick.
“No! I’m not like that!” Thomas protested. “That’s not what I want.” Lying to himself.
The room was empty again. Thomas’ phallus instantly deflated. Thomas began to cry. “Please! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.”
Once more, the young man stood in front of Thomas. His hand touched Thomas’ genitalia. It felt so good, good to be aroused by something.
“Thomas, what do you want?”
Thomas found that he could move his arms. He reached out and timidly touched the cock in front of him. “Mmmmm, that’s it, Thomas.”
“No, I can’t,” he said, pulling his hand back.
One more time, Thomas was left alone.
“No, no, no, come back!”
“Thomas, you know what you want. Take me again.”
Thomas reached out. It felt awkward, holding another man’s penis. But he didn’t want him to leave again.
He couldn’t resist. He began to gently slide his hand up and down. His own cock was being massaged at this point. He grew bolder and played with the smooth hairless balls hanging below the shaft. The feeling of what was right vs. what was wrong was fading. He relished the smooth skin in his hand and the slipperiness of the pre-seminal fluid. This was what he wanted.
The room lit up. The walls were no longer solid, they were made of glass.
He sat in the glass box, stroking the young man. The box was on a public sidewalk. People were walking by, paying no attention to what was going on in the box.
“That’s right, Thomas, no one cares if you’re gay.”
Thomas looked back at the young man. Ashley stood before, holding out his hand. They were both dressed. Thomas took the extended hand. Thomas thought it strange that he had been so fearful. It felt good to let others see who he was. All the walls were gone and they walked off, together, hand in hand.
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Ashley was jolted from his sleep. A noise had awakened him. He found himself in an unfamiliar situation, cuddling with a guy, whom he had brought home and sexually pleasured.
Why was this guy still here? Ashley told himself it was probably because he had been so exhausted. He’ll probably scramble out, in a walk of shame, as soon as he woke up, embarrassed that he had gotten his dick sucked by another man.
Ashley was as gay as the day was long. But, if, growing up this way, and his inability to ever find a satisfying emotional bond with another living being had taught him anything, he was unlovable. Men just wanted one thing from him, sex.
And he was more than willing to give it to them. He became the predator, and they, the prey. He had been hurt too many times to expect anything else. He didn’t expect it from this fellow, who obviously, from his choice of bars, had come looking for a fling, before going back to his “normal” life. Ashley had not forgotten about the hug, but he chalked it up to cum-brain. Or maybe Thomas pitied him. He didn’t need anyone’s pity.
As he laid there with his head on Thomas’ chest, rising up and down, with each breath, he thought, at least this one was incredibly handsome. Thomas must have been dreaming. His eyelids showed the signs of rapid eye movement, and he occasionally mumbled. Otherwise, he lay perfectly still.
Ashley thought he heard Thomas say, “No, I’m not like that.”
“I knew it!” Ashley told himself. “He’s just like the others”