Erotic Dreams

 by: Hankster

© 2011 by the Author

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Part One

I was just a few weeks shy of my fifteenth birthday when I paid my first visit to Dr. Schuler.  I liked him immediately, not only because he was handsome, and spoke very respectfully to me, but because he asked my parents to leave me alone with him.  I sure didn’t want them around.  Of course, my mother complied immediately.  She was always very compliant when my dad was in her presence.  Otherwise, she was a very independent woman.  My father bitched, but the doctor stared him down, and my parents left the room.

Dr. Schuler was a prominent psychiatrist, whose field of expertise was with children.  He was a professor at The Medical College of Virginia in Richmond, where we lived.  It’s a miracle that my parents brought me to him in the first place.  To begin with, he was Jewish, not a Baptist.  My parents were fundamentalists, who believed strictly in the theory of creation.  Dr. Schuler was a scientist, and therefore, the enemy.  His books, on child developmental behavior, were the bibles in his field.  Notwithstanding all that, every doctor my parents consulted with recommended that they see Dr. Schuler, so they finally swallowed their prejudices and sought an appointment with him.

As soon as I was alone with him, he extended his hand to me, smiled, and said, “Hello Harold.  I want you to call me Gene.  It’s easier for us to talk man to man if we’re on a first name basis.”  I took his hand.  It was warm and sent a fire through me.

“Come sit here beside me,” he said.  He was still holding my hand and steered me toward the sofa in his office.  We sat down side by side.  He was silent for a moment, and as I grew increasingly uncomfortable, he finally spoke.

“Your parents inform me that they believe you are homosexual.”  He hesitated a moment.  “You know, gay.  Why would they think that?”

“I dunno.” 

I looked all around the office trying to learn a little something about the doctor.  He was a closed book.  There was not a single diploma on the walls, and not a single family picture on his desk.  The man seemed to deliberately want to be a mystery to his patients.

“They think I might be able to change you,” he sighed.  “That’s totally not true.  They told me that you are very effeminate, and they find semen stains on your bed sheets.  They fear you are masturbating, which is perfectly normal for a boy your age, but they believe it is sinful.”

I started to laugh.  “My father has told me a hundred times that I’ll go to hell if I jer… masturbate.  When I was younger, I used to have wet dreams.  Now I masturbate.  I can’t help it.”

“Of course you can’t,” Gene said.  “Can you tell me about some of your dreams?

I didn’t dare tell him about my dreams.  They were sinful, and sure to send me on an express train to hell.  “No, I can’t,” I stated.  I remained respectful and I wasn’t defiant.  I simply let him know that I wouldn’t talk about it.

“I want to help you.  I can’t do that if you don’t trust me.  Whatever you tell me in this room is confidential.  I won’t even tell your parents what we discuss.  That would be a violation of my code of ethics.”

I wasn’t sure if that code extended to the parents of a minor child.  I doubted it, but I was beginning to feel more comfortable with Gene.  Still, I couldn’t bring myself to confide in him.

“Won’t you please take my word for it, that your secret dreams will never ever be disclosed by me?”

Suddenly, a thought occurred to me.  It was absurd of course, but not to a teen ager.  I thought that if I told him all about my dreams, he might become aroused, and we might have sex together.  You see how ridiculous it was?  But it did get me to say, “OK.”

I thought he would stand up and ask me to lie down on the sofa like I had seen in movies, but he continued to sit beside me and hold my hand.  I laughed at myself and my stereotypes.  He didn’t have a German accent after all.  It was pure Southern American.

“Is there any one dream that you have had over and over, or is each dream different?”

“There is one that I have all the time.  I remember that one down to every detail.  I’ve forgotten most of the one time dreams.”

“Keep a pad and pencil next to your bed.  Next time you have an erotic dream, jot it down as soon as you awaken, so you can tell me about it.”

I had never heard the word ‘erotic’ before, but I surmised its meaning.  I knew I would never jot it down as he requested.  What if my parents should find the pad?

“Now tell me about your recurring dream, and I want to know how old you were when it started.”

“I’ve been having this dream my whole life, for as long as I can remember.  At first, I didn’t understand what was happening, but as I grew older, I finally understood.  Is it possible to have a dream about sex before you know what sex is?”

“Yes, I believe so.  Maybe you witnessed your folks having sex when you were an infant.  You may not have known what they were doing, but it triggered sexual dreams for you.”

“I suppose that’s possible.”

“Now tell me about the dream.”

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Harold was two years old, when his mother went down to Atlanta where his grandmother lay dying of breast cancer.  His mother was gone for three weeks, and returned after the funeral.  She hated to leave her grieving father alone, but she had responsibilities at home.  During her absence, a friend of his dad’s came over every night.  He stayed until dawn and then left.

Harold’s dad would get him ready for bed and put him in his crib, which was still in his parents’ bedroom.  Over the next hour or so, Mr. Palmer would check on his son.  When he was sure he was asleep, he and his friend would creep into bed bare assed naked.  They really weren’t worried about Harold.  They were sure he was too young to know what was going on.

What was going on was Harold, Sr. and his buddy were sucking and fucking each other, just as they had been doing since fifth grade.  They were very noisy lovers.  The very first night they woke up Harold.   He had no idea what they were doing, but nothing obstructed his vision of the act.  The friend and Harold, Sr. made love way longer than Harold could stay awake, and he eventually fell asleep.  He woke up to witness their activities several times while his mother was away.

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“The dream starts in our living room,” I began to describe my dream to Dr. Schuler.  “My mother isn’t there, but my dad, his friend Pete, and several other men I don’t know, are playing poker or some other card game.  After a while Pete puts me to bed.  It’s never my father, always Pete.  He puts me down on my parents’ bed.

“Suddenly there are a dozen naked men in bed with me.  The bed seems to be a mile long, and as far as you can see there are men lying on their sides.  Each one has his weenie in the ass of the guy in front of him.  Pete has his in my ass.  My dad is not part of the goings on.

“It was only recently that I learned that they were ass fucking.  Sorry, doctor, I mean having anal sex.  Before that, I thought they were playing some kind of game.”

“What happens next?” 

“When I was younger, I usually had a wet dream and woke up.  Now I wake up and masturbate.”

“Do you recall ever seeing any men having anal sex before you dreamt this dream for the first time?”

“No, but I have been having this dream for as long as I can remember.”

Dr. Schuler had been making copious notes during my narrative.  He put his pad down and asked, “Can you remember any other erotic dreams that are not necessarily recurring?”

“Yes sir, but I’m not sure if it was a dream I had as I was falling asleep or just wishful thinking.”

“Whichever!  Tell me about it.”

“I dream that I have a clone, not a twin brother, but a clone.  My clone has the same desires that I do, and we have sex together constantly.  We are not afraid of going to hell. because we aren’t really having sex with anyone but ourselves.  I have had this dream several times, but not for as long a time or as frequently as the other dream.”

“Has your father ever been involved in any of your dreams?” Schuler asked out of the blue.

“Hell no!  I have been so scared he’ll find out about me, I can’t conceive of anything going on between us, not even in a dream.  Look how he’s persecuting me based on just a suspicion.  I will admit that I have dreamed of having sex with Dad’s friend Pete on many occasions.  Pete is a bachelor, and it is possible that we could have sex together, but not very likely.”

“I’m going to give you homework for our second session next Friday afternoon,” the doctor said.  “I want you to jot down as many of your dreams as you can remember.  It isn’t necessary to record the whole dream.  Just put down a few key words to remind you of what the dream was about.   Now, you go out to the waiting room and send your folks in.”

As soon as my parents were comfortably seated, the doctor looked them straight in the eyes and said, “There is no question that your son is homosexual.”  Neither of them looked particularly surprised or upset.  The doctor continued.  “Please do not waste time and money on programs and facilities which promise a cure.  Most patients just pretend to be cured, in order to get out of the hell those places put them through.  Trust me, there is no cure.  I can only pray that you will continue to love your son and support him.  I can’t cure Harold, but I believe I can help him accept what he is, and not feel inferior to his classmates.  If you will allow me to do that, I’ll see him back here next Friday at 4 PM.”

My mother remained motionless, but my father nodded his head.

The next day was Saturday and my mother went shopping, leaving Dad and me alone in the house.  I was absolutely scared to death at what my father might say or do now that it was an established fact that I was gay.  Imagine my shock when he said to me, “Sit down on the couch, son.  Let’s talk about what happened at the doctor yesterday.  Let’s lay it out on the table, so to speak, so that we don’t let it simmer under the surface.”

“Did he tell you that I was gay?” I asked.

My dad nodded.

“He promised me that he wouldn’t say anything to you.  Did he tell you about my dreams?”

My father shook his head.  He actually looked surprised at my question.  I was considerably relieved.

“Look,” my father continued.  “There’s a chance you aren’t gay.  All boys, maybe girls too, experiment with sex with their friends at your age.  It’s natural.  But almost all of them go on to lead healthy heterosexual lives.”

I wasn’t reassured by my father’s words, and I didn’t have the heart to tell him that I was a dyed in the wool, hopelessly committed, homosexual.  Besides, I hadn’t experimented with anyone yet.

“I surely hope so,” I muttered.  “Did you ever experiment when you were young?”  

He didn’t answer me, but what happened next totally floored me.   For the first time in his life, my father engulfed me in his huge, strong arms and hugged me tight.

“I love you, Son,” he said, “no matter what.”

I must tell you that I was awestruck, in a good way, at my father’s reaction to my coming out.  After all, he is a Conservative Fundamentalist.  Our minister raves constantly about the evil of homosexuals who are trying to corrupt our children, and undermine the sacred rite of marriage.  I’d like someone to please tell me how those evil devil worshipers intend to accomplish all that.

It is very likely that my father revealed to Pete that my homosexuality had been confirmed.  Pete came for dinner the next evening, and was more attentive to me than he had ever been before.  Pete was still a bachelor.  He lived alone, and immediately I began to hatch schemes to be alone with him in his apartment.  I was certain that he was giving me signals, and if he was, what was my father’s relationship to him?  They were close friends; one might even say bosom buddies. 

“Do you remember any more erotic dreams?” Dr. Schuler asked me at my next session.

“Just one.”

“Tell me about it.”

“I go to my dad’s friend Pete’s apartment to bring him something my father has asked me to deliver to him.  He answers the door and he is completely naked.  I have never seen him naked in real life, but in the dream his body is muscular and solid.  His penis is hard and huge and uncut.  He tells me to get undressed and as soon as I do, he goes down on me.”  I stopped talking.

“What happens next?” Dr. Schuler asked anxiously.

“Nothing!  I woke up and masturbated.”  I couldn’t bring myself to say jerked off or whacked off to the doctor.

“If you are attracted to Pete, I have to urge you not to encourage him in any way.  Even a straight man could want a nubile pretty young boy like you.  Remember you are a minor, and he could get into a lot of trouble.”

I nodded so that Dr. Schuler would know that I did indeed understand.  Besides I wouldn’t dare come on to Pete.  He might tell my dad and I might just as well buy my own coffin.

“How did you feel about having sex with Pete, even if it was only a dream?”

“I felt great.  It’s something I would want to do.”

Are you ashamed of your secret desires and secret dreams?”

“You know, it’s strange.  Before I came here I was full of guilt, but you keep assuring me that what I feel; masturbation, wet dreams, all that stuff, is natural, especially at my age.  I really don’t feel guilty any more.  I feel so much better.”

“That’s a very healthy attitude.  I’m proud of you.  In fact we won’t schedule any further sessions unless you think you need to see me.”

Part Two

That afternoon my father surprised me even more.  He told me that he wanted to make me a party for my upcoming fifteenth birthday.  He asked me to give him my guest list, so he could plan accordingly.  Please understand that my father had practically ignored me all my life until then.  So when he followed up by telling me that for a birthday present he was going to take me on his annual camping trip with Pete, I damn near fell down in a heap.

I began to dream things that I knew could never happen.  I saw the three of us at the camp sight, naked the entire week, fishing in the nude, eating in the nude, eyeing each other’s hardons.  I was near euphoric, so happy I thought that I had died and gone to heaven.  I jerked off constantly, dreaming of doing unspeakable things with Pete and MY FATHER.

When I realized I was yearning for my father’s cock, I called Dr. Schuler immediately, and made an appointment.  I paid no heed to the consequences of such action once my father got the doctor’s bill. 

I sat in an easy chair facing Dr. Schuler, who was seated in a chair facing me.

“I’m having another recurring dream,” I informed my therapist.

“I’m listening,” he whispered.

“My father, his friend Pete, and I go camping.  We set up camp and we immediately get naked.  We lie down in our tent on our sides, and like my babyhood dream, we have anal sex.  We each orgasm in each other’s ass, and then we change positions.  This goes on and on all week.  We don’t eat, we don’t sleep, we don’t piss or shit, we don’t bathe, and we just have orgasm after orgasm.  When I wake up, I remember this dream vividly, unlike most of my dreams.”

The doctor was silent.  After awhile I asked him, “Well what do you make of it?”

“In my opinion you have an Oedipus complex, but since you are gay, you have the hots for your father instead of your mother.  Are you afraid of the upcoming trip?”

“Afraid isn’t the right word.  I know none of this will happen, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to contain my impulses.”

“I’m pretty sure you know fantasy from reality.  You’ll be alright.  Just go and have fun.”  He was obviously dismissing me.

We started our 7 day camping trip on a Friday evening, and returned one week before the birthday bash my dad had planned for me.  I was so confused and conflicted by what happened on the trip that I called Dr. Schuler immediately.  He saw me after school the next day.  As quickly as I could I started to relate what happened.  I hardly gave the doctor time to get comfortably seated, and take out his note pad.

“On Friday evening,” I began, “my dad packed our camping gear and we drove over to Pete’s house.  Pete and Dad had agreed to use Pete’s truck for the trip as it would easily contain all our combined gear.  Since they wanted to get a really early start on Saturday morning, we would sleep at Pete’s and leave from there.  Pete only has a one bedroom apartment.  My dad told me that he would sleep with Pete and I would sleep on the couch.  Honestly, doctor, I didn’t think anything of it.  After all, we would all be sharing a tent in the wilds.

“But what happened that evening and into the night, threw me for a loop.  The first thing we did was stow our gear in Pete’s truck.  Back in the apartment, I saw that Pete had prepared a hearty dinner for us.  The table was set, but nobody sat down.  Instead Pete and Dad went into the bedroom and came out naked as new born babes.  They saw my shock and Dad told me to get undressed.  Pete explained that when they went camping together they always spent the entire time in the nude, and we were now officially on the trip.

“I couldn’t move.  All I could do is stare at their naked bodies.  I couldn’t help it, but I was getting aroused.  If I got naked, I wouldn’t be able to hide the fact.”

“What aroused you about their bodies?”

“Well, Pete and my father work out at a gym several evenings a week, so I wasn’t disappointed to see two hard rock specimens.  But they both had humongous, fat, uncut cocks.  I thought they were huge, but thinking back on it, I realized that they were partially aroused also.  My father wanted to know why I was staring at them.  I didn’t answer, but I undressed quickly.”

Dr. Schuler was fidgeting in his chair, and was obviously adjusting his own cock to get more comfortable.  I suddenly realized that I was arousing him, and I began to think that seducing him might be a probability after all.

“Go on!” he said.

“I was a nervous wreck all through dinner, and I guess it was obvious to both of them.  After we cleaned up from dinner, they asked me to sit down on a living room chair and they sat side by side on the sofa.  By now they were fully erect, and so was I.  There was no hiding it.

“My father said that they had a secret to share with me.  They were only divulging their secret because I was gay.  Otherwise they would continue to keep it a secret.  Pete then took over.  He told me that he and my dad were straight, and that he had a stable of women, one for almost every night of the week.  However, they have been having sex together since they were ten years old.  Dad then told me that it was the best sex for both of them, even better than with my mother.  I asked why it was the best, and Pete told me because they held nothing back.  They could satisfy each other completely, like no woman ever could.”

“How did it make you feel to find out that your father was having sex with a man?”

“Horny as hell.  Do you want to hear more?”

“Yes.”

“They asked me if I would want to sleep in the same bed with them and experience man sex for the first time.  I felt kind of weird doing a threesome with my father, but I accepted.  As soon as we were all together in bed, I felt their tongues all over me.  I closed my eyes so I don’t know who was doing what, but in addition to kissing me all over, one or both of them was sucking my cock and my asshole.  I begged them to let me do it to them and they let me.

“Doctor, it was crazy.  I came several times and I tasted cum, other than mine, for the first time.  I don’t know how long we played, but eventually I fell asleep.  In my sleep I felt a stiff cock probing at my ass hole, and that woke me up.  The cock was well lubed, and I let it enter me.  I don’t know if it was my dad or Pete.  I just about fainted when cum filled my bowels.

“The next day, Pete drove to a remote part of the campsite.  There was nobody else around and we pitched our tent near a lake.  I would say that we spent the next week, mostly sucking and fucking.  We didn’t eat much, and we all lost weight.  On the way home yesterday, we stopped at a good restaurant and had a full course steak dinner.”

“How long did you say you were away?” Dr. Schuler asked.

“Over a week.”

“I need time to absorb everything you have told me,” the doctor said.  “Please go home now and I’ll call you.”

As soon as I left, Dr. Schuler called my father.  “We must talk as soon as possible.  I’m afraid your boy has lost touch with reality.  We need to get him help.”

“What do you mean?” my dad asked.

“It’s complicated.  He has been relating some of his dreams to me, and until yesterday he knew they were dreams.  Today he came in and told me that he went on a camping trick with you and a friend of yours named Pete.  He said he just returned from the trip, which lasted more than a week, but he was here just yesterday.  He no longer accepts that he’s dreaming.  He believes it really happened.”

My father was silent for a long time.  Finally he said, “We aren’t due to take that trip for another two weeks.”

“Could you come in and discuss what needs to be done.  Come alone.  Don’t bring your wife.”

“I’ll come after work tomorrow, if that’s OK,” my father answered.

Part Three

When my father arrived at Dr. Schuler’s office the next afternoon it was nearly 5 PM.  The doctor told the nurse to go home and lock the office door behind her.  As soon as they were alone in the office, Dr. Schuler and Dad fell into each other’s arms.  After a few passionate kisses, the doctor said to my father.  “Harold somehow knows you have a secret sex life, but he thinks it’s with Pete.”

My father was stunned.  “You better tell me all about it,” he said.

As the doctor began to relate all my secret dreams to my father, both men began to remove their clothing.  When the narration was complete, my dad was silent.  He leaned over and buried his face in the doctor’s crotch.  It took only a few strokes for the doctor to cum copiously in Dad’s mouth, and then Dr. Schuler returned the favor.  After they cleaned up and dressed, my father asked, “What do you think we should do?”

“We both love the boy.  Why not make his dreams come true.  Then he will be able to distinguish the real from the imagined.  He wants desperately to have sex with you and Pete.”

“Pete’s as straight as a ramrod.”

“Let me be his substitute, then.”

“I dunno.  Let’s play it by ear.”

They then made plans for my seduction, as if that was going to be hard.  I still believed at the time that Dad and I had made love all week at the camp site.

At dinner that night my dad said, “Dr. Schuler wants to meet with us Friday after school.  He wants to have a frank session with just us men.”  I had been hoping to get my father alone so we could have a go at it like on the camping trip, but my mother always seemed to be around.

“Maybe you can do something with the girls that night,” I stupidly suggested to my mother.

“Maybe,” she answered.

We entered the doctor’s office, and his receptionist left for the day, locking the door behind her.  When we were comfortably seated, Dr. Schuler addressed me.

“Harold, I’m not sure how, but somehow you have discovered that your father has a secret gay life.”  This should have embarrassed me, but I still believed that I had sex with my dad, so I remained stoic. 

The doctor continued.  “Somehow you believe it’s with Pete, but you are mistaken.  Pete is straight and he has no clue about your dad.”

I was stunned.  I turned to my dad.  “That’s not possible,” I said.  We three had sex all last week.”

“I’m sorry,” Dr. Schuler interrupted, “you dreamed all that. It never happened, but your father does have a secret gay life.”

“Then, if not with Pete, who?” I asked.  I did not get an answer.  Instead, Dr. Schuler stood up and so did my father.  They embraced and started to kiss passionately.  I was no longer stunned.  I was super flabbergasted.  All I could do was stare at them and watch their trousers tenting.  Finally they let loose of each other, and Dr. Schuler took my hand.

“Harold, son,” my doctor said, “I have to tell you that you are losing touch with reality.  Your dreams are becoming real to you.  Your father and I have discussed the problem, and we both feel that by making your fantasies come true, you will be jolted back to the real world.  You never had that camping trip with Pete.  It’s not scheduled until a couple of weeks from now.”

“No,” I cried, “that’s impossible.  I swear it happened.”

My father started to sob.  He grabbed hold of me and squeezed me tight.  “Harold,” he said very softly.  “You are my son, but you are still a minor.  If you want to have sex with Gene and me, we are all for it, but if not, we’ll end it here.  It’s your choice to make.”

I looked into my father’s eyes.  I had never seen his eyes so sad.  But when I said yes, they brightened immediately.  I looked at Dr. Schuler.  He was beaming at both of us.

Later that night, my dad and I left the doctors office holding hands.  The reality was that I was no longer a virgin, with dreams that were erotic, but pure fantasy.  I had been given a blow job by two pros.  Both had invaded my body, front and back, and I had done the same to them.  Best yet, I knew it would happen again.

I squeezed my father’s hand even tighter. 

“I love you,” I told him, “and for your information I’ll never confuse reality with erotic fantasy again.”  We walked in silence for a moment and then I started to laugh.

“What?” Dad asked.

“I just realized that Gene’s cock was the first cut cock I have ever seen in my life.”

We both got hysterical with laughter as we got into Dad’s car.

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Posted: 11/04/11