A gay story: Will Richard's Dream Come True? He concentrates on the coffee cup, his fingers curled around it as if it ties him to the outdoor table. The fresh-brewed aroma envelops his face just the way he likes it. Reminds him of what? Years ago, Tuesday mornings before pool? Maybe.
He takes another sip slowly, optimistic the bitter brew will offset his fitful night’s sleep. His gaze wanders, to a guy scrolling his phone, taking bites of cinnamon roll as he surfs the porn site, a hipster typing intensely on his laptop, the cafe is alive with energy, but Denny grabbed next to the last chair, at the open table on the patio.
Denny. Sitting across from him, staring off into space, sipping his caffè latte. Denny.
“Hey, Richard, good to see you! Two years since high school?”
Richard winks. “Yep, you got that right.” It’s his standard answer, because it works in pretty much every situation.
A shadow crosses the table to Richard’s right. He glances up: a nice-looking young woman, smiling, friendly blue eyes. A friend of Denny’s?
“Hey, Denny, good to see you! And happy Easter Day!” He nods, but doesn’t respond. “Are you doing anything special today?” she asks.
Catching up with a friend. “Finished Army bootcamp,” Denny said.
Richard squints in the sun and grips his coffee tighter.”I live in a freight container now.” Denny gives a little laugh, reassuring their visitor whose smile has frozen somewhat.
“Richard, you’re making it sound like a homeless place. It’s tricked out with everything. Just small, but everything.” Denny shoots her a knowing shrug.
My place. Yes. Everything but you. “…almost got that right…” Richard mumbles. He smooths his trousers, a calming habit, being sure to hit the end of his engorged clity, when around Denny.
Then she is gone, and Richard’s coffee is cold. An important thought crosses his mind: “Denny is back from Army basic training. Does he remember his promise on our last day in pool class?”
“I’ve got it covered, Richard. Let’s go. We need to run some errands.”
At the adult bookstore, the sweet teller with the ponytail asks if they’re doing anything fun for Sunday. Denny says they’re going to Richard’s favorite restaurant for dinner. Richard winks, nods and swipes his Google pay.
They grab the takeout at the Golden Dragon. Richard was embarrassed, wishing Denny’s hand would go down the front of his shorts at the checkout.
“Do you got it?” Denny asked.
Back at Richard’s, they walk in silence past the farmhouse. The container looms in the field like a rustic relic in the gathering twilight. Inside, Richard disappears to the back room. Denny hangs the Coleman lantern from a drop hook, sending the shadows skittering to the four corners. He unpacks their dinner and turns on the soft jazz music.
Richard reappears to the table, wearing only his pink robe, open, and sits down. Denny saw his completely shaved cock, and thought it was smaller than the last time he’d seen it.
Richard was delighted that Denny said nothing in rejection to his tiny penis. He took it as a positive omen for his years-long pursuit.
Denny walked around the table to Richard, pushed the table back to stand in front of his friend. “If they ever find out, I’m in trouble. Take my pants down.”
Richard unhooked his jeans, unzipped and slid them off. There in front of him was Denny’s nice cock, just as Richard had remembered it.
Richard got down on his knees and put the soft uncut cock in his mouth and started to suck on it. Denny moaned in pleasure. The cock slowly became hard in Richard’s mouth, and they broke into a rhythm of back and forth, as Denny fucked Richard’s mouth.
Richard had practiced with a dildo to stifle his gag reflex, so Denny could put his entire cock in his mouth and down his throat. No cum spilled, the strings went down.
Denny came into Richard’s mouth and when finished, Richard took him to the shower for a wash. After bathing, he flipped Denny over and got on the bed between his legs. He spread his cheeks apart and started to rim him. When Richard finally got his tongue in Denny’s rosebud, down good and deep, Denny started to get hard.
Richard pulled his tongue out, to talk to Denny’s back, “Make me a woman, Denny,” Richard begged. Denny turned over without saying a word, just nodding at his cock. Richard rubbed KY on Denny’s shaft and balls, so his cock got hard. Denny smiled and motioned Richard to turn over, and he pulled him up in a doggy position.
Denny pulled out Richard’s new butt plug. He told Denny, “Make me your sissy.” Still without a word to Richard, Denny spread Richard’s cheeks and lined up his rock-hard cock to penetrate.
Denny handed Richard the butt plug. “Put this in your mouth and suck on it in rhythm.” He did what he was told, and bit down.
Denny topped now, wiggled and poked his cock until it would go. Richard cringed as the sphincter muscles resisted, but once in, there was nothing but pure glee for both.
His dreams were coming true. Denny used a slow, even stroke to glide in and out. With the plug in his mouth, Richard matched the thrusts with an imaginary cock suck. Only the cock she was now sucking wasn’t Denny’s. All he knew it was a cock and someone else’s, on another man’s hot body. With every movement from Denny, his breathing, tensing cock motion sends jolts through Richard. The tiny twinges originate from his core now stretched around Denny’s cock, and fly outwards.
He laid on the bed with Richard, but Richard wasn’t really beneath him. He was in a pink dress, with his legs spread apart as his fantasy alter ego, Ricarda. Now he was her, with her bra on supporting her nice thirty-four c-cup tits, wearing her favorite red cupless bra for her Denny as he pressed into her. Denny just kept pounding her, holding on to her hips to penetrate deeply, as her anus clenched and clasped on to his cock.
As Denny filled her and withdrew in her, Richard dreamed her dream: he was Ricarda, the top of the bill, stripper. She’d just come from pulling a double shift at the Rock Cabaret Club. All the pent up urges he was releasing for her in his bed.
As Denny slid inside her at the storage container in rhythm, Ricarda walked on stage in tight shorts, her see-through-silky blouse tied off at the midriff, her midriff exposed, with the top three buttons open, showing off her red bra and full and firm tits, as the men watched.
She eased her top buttons open and exposed her breasts. Denny entered her and filled her again and again, only slower now. Next, she dropped her blouse, as the cabaret drummer gave her a beat. The crowd fell silent. Topless, pancake-tit waitresses stopped to watch as Ricarda dropped her bra finally to the stage floor. The drummer sounded a rim shot when the red bra hit the stage.
Ricarda came back when Denny reached up and started to stroke Ricarda’s clity and balls with KY jelly as he penetrated her. The in-and-out motions rubbing were gentle. Denny stopped worrying about whether what he was doing was wrong or right. He felt a rush as he got into the swing of things. There was something about making her feel good that really did it for him.
Richard returned to being Ricarda, who now left the stage and returned to her teens in the back seat of her father’s car with her college boyfriend, sucking lips, and all sweaty. His hand was under her bra, and then down into her panties. She was holding his cock. He smelled of musk and manhood; she smelled of perfume and shampoo. As the dream became more and more vivid, Richard wiggled and contorted his way around Denny’s cock with more energy.
He slowed down to almost a stop. When he pulled his cock out, Ricarda came back from her make-out session in the car with a sigh of disappointment as he was finished. But then Denny, lubed up Richard’s rosebud, worked the second new, larger butt plug in his hole to open up the entrance more. With the opening nice and flexible and stretched, he slid his shaft back in, but this time, in Denny’s mind, he penetrated her. He knew it. He wanted to make him a her, as he longed, and he believed this is where he fit.
Now, Ricarda is back at the Rock Cabaret Club on stage. The stage lights turned down, and a spotlight showed Ricarda’s crotch. The house lights went off, and the music started up gradually. Ricarda, with the cleverness of a famed actress, pulled down her shorts to show the club her perfectly shaved pussy. Richard envisioned her perfect vulva lips in her dream.
Then, wearing only garter belts on each leg, she started to walk around the stage’s edge, near the patrons for them to stuff dollars under the straps. The dreary-eyed men around the stage, some anxious, with tongues hanging out and licking towards her, filled her garters with money.
For this Easter Sunday, she was a sensation, thanks to Denny.