Kaidoh's Dream Date

Chapter 3: Deep Impulse

Kaidoh sat on the floor with Inui-sempai’s cum in his mouth and on his face. With his own cum on his stomach, on his tank top, and on his shorts and underwear, which were just shoved down enough to have his cock exposed. The tv was on, and there, there behind that counter somewhere was Inui-sempai on the floor. He’d said this was all his fault. All his fault! Oh, god, Kaidoh wished that could be true.

He’d realized it was real when he was licking Inui’s cock before he’d even put it in his mouth. But he hadn’t known what to do. He didn’t have any experience with what to do if you awake from an erotic dream with a boner, and the guy you’ve been dreaming about has his hard cock pressed to your face. So it had seemed like the best thing was just to go with what he did in his dreams. He could have pushed Inui-sempai away. Damn it, why hadn’t he?

Maybe because some deep impulse inside him had overridden his brain.

He licked his lips, then ran a finger over a cheek picking up more of Inui’s cum and tasting it. Sweet! It tasted sweet! He ran a finger in his own cum and tasted that—he had tasted a wee bit recently. He’d been dreaming of blowing Inui so often that he couldn’t help but wonder what cum tasted like. It didn’t taste very good, but compared to Inui’s drinks it was delicious! But, god, Inui’s cum, it tasted good, so good! A weird feeling rushed through him as he struggled with the reality that he liked the taste of Inui’s cum, liked it a lot. It wouldn’t be so bad if his dreams were reality, if he had to drink it everyday.

Kaidoh hissed. Here he was with cum on him, another man’s cum on him. He should be running to the shower, trying to wash it all away, wash away the memory. Instead he was fighting a desire to wipe the cum on his face off with his fingers and lick it up. He shuddered, jerked his bandana off and began wiping up the sticky fluid before he let himself act on another weird impulse. He could understand Inui wanting to pass out; unconsciousness sounded really good right now. But he wasn’t a fucking coward! And damn, he had nothing to be ashamed of—Inui had been on top; he could have stopped anytime. He’d started it—he’d put his cock in his face!

Hisssssssssssssss.

Kaidoh let out his annoyance with his customary hiss and glowered around at the room, angry. He didn’t know exactly why he was angry, but he was. There was a fucking glass on the floor. `God, Sempai has some fucking nerve, throwing glasses on the floor, shoving his cock in my face,’ thought Kaidoh, letting his anger fill him. He stood up, jerking up his underwear and shorts, holding his sticky bandana in one hand. He leaned over and picked up the glass, noticing a bit of green in the bottom. Oh!

Hisssssssssssssss.

The drink, the drink in the blender that had made Inui pass out on the kitchen floor right over there. Kaidoh walked over the kitchen, glass in hand, and stared down at Inui.

No glasses.

Inui’s glasses had fallen off.

He—he—he looked good without them. Kaidoh groaned and dropped to his knees, letting go of the drinking glass. Oh, oh god, the shape of his eyes, the way they tilted up at the ends. He groaned again and put his hands up to cover his face—and pressed his sticky bandana against his face. And his mouth, acting on its own, on one of those impulses imprinted deep in his DNA, bit at the fabric, pulled a gob of it into his mouth, sucking on it.

And those eyelashes fluttered, and Kaidoh’s mouth bit down harder on the fabric inside it. They opened, and for the first time ever, Kaidoh’s eyes met Inui’s naked ones.

His cock, a traitorous bitch, stiffened. And those eyes, those gorgeous eyes the color of his favorite teal green bandana, looked at him, looked at his face, looked down his chest, looked at his shorts, and then came back up to his face. A hand—still wearing a wristband with weights Kaidoh noticed—grasped around for Inui’s glasses and then put them on his face.

Kaidoh’s shoulders collapsed, and he spit out the bandana, letting his hands fall away from his face to his sides, his head dropping down. He felt like he did after a long tennis match—exhausted, wiped out—but, of course, without the wood he was sporting in his pants. He shut his eyes, taking a slow deep breath, trying to force himself to relax, hoping his cock would soften.

“Impressive recovery rate,” said Inui.

Kaidoh’s tension was back in a second—his head snapped up, and he stared at Inui-sempai shocked.

Inui pushed himself up to a sitting positon, saying, “This drink of mine makes you lose an erection. I made it too strong because you’ve been making my cock do that,” he said, nodding at Kaidoh’s crotch.

“I do?” asked Kaidoh, shocked and yet thrilled. His cock twitched.

“I’m gay, but I don’t want anyone to know. I—you—Kaidoh, I like you, I find you sexy, but I value your friendship more. If you want, we don’t ever have to talk about this again. I—I stood over you and took a drink—the odds of me collapsing, of me falling so my cock was on your face—10% or less. Even without the data on this new drink, the odds of such a collapse were so low. And you, you not, you--well, all my data on your sexual preferences is wrong.”

“Why does your cum taste so much better than mine?” asked Kaidoh, partly to distract Inui from talking about his sexual preferences, partly because he wanted to know.

“Kaidoh,” said Inui in strangled voice.

“It’s sweet,” added Kaidoh, noting with satisfaction how Inui was reacting. How he, Kaidoh Kaoru, was making Inui-sempei aroused.

“Fruit juices can make cum taste sweeter, but my drinks are typically 68 to 73% vegetables. I’d need more data.”

Kaidoh almost said he’d be happy to help but stopped himself. Instead he just moved his mouth, no words coming out, looking stupid no doubt. God, how was he going to function for the semi-finals with all this?

“How will my sexual problems affect my tennis, Inui-sempai?” he asked, serious and concerned.

“What exactly is the problem, Kaidoh?”

Kaidoh hissed and looked away. How could he explain?

“Kaidoh, please tell me. There is nothing to be ashamed of. If it helps you, I’ve struggled with not getting erect during practices sometimes. It’s natural for boys of our ages to get aroused, to be horny. Denying a problem is the worse way to solve it.”

“Ever since you asked me on that date, I can’t stop dreaming of you! The dreams are just getting worse! And when I think about you, the dreams come back to me, and I get like this—hard, even dripping. What am I supposed to do, Sempai? I haven’t been sleeping well. I need to overtrain, so I’m so exhausted I can fall asleep. I’ve been jacking off so much that it’s a wonder I’m not dehydrated!”

“You are not going to get dehydrated from masturbating, Kaidoh. But this is a problem. I could make a drink for you to help decrease your arousal and make you sleep better—“ Inui broke off as Kaidoh looked terrified and shook his head no wildly. “But maybe there is a better solution. Maybe this is just curiosity, and if you do some experimenting it will go away. Is there something in the dreams we do that maybe you want to experience? If we did it, there is a chance that you wouldn’t dream of it any more. Of course there is a chance, you would dream of it even more. But given you haven’t previously been attracted to men—that’s correct right?”

“Yes! I never even thought about it until that call from you.”

“Ah,” said Inui. “So tell me about these dreams.”

“I can’t,” said Kaidoh, jumping up.

But Inui moved just as fast and caught him, pulling his body against his, holding him tight. Kaidoh felt his erection pressed against Inui’s and moaned, going limp in the bigger teen’s arms. Those arms tightened around him, making him feel both vulnerable and safe, which didn’t make sense. But then Inui’s voice was saying in his ear, “You will tell me about those dreams, Kaidoh, now.”

“They start with you noticing my body is excited,” started Kaidoh, mumbling, talking into Inui’s shoulder. “You’ll play with me, teasing me, telling me if you do this or that, there is a 100% chance I’ll come. Then you want me to do something to you—like jerk you off under so many minutes. But I never can do it. You know my body, and you always set me up to fail. But I want to fail, and in my dreams sometimes it’s my fault. Then you, you—you make me take Inui juice from your—from your—your cum, dammit it!”

Kaidoh tried to pull away, shuddering, but Inui held on. They struggled, and then fell to the floor, both of them crying out. Kaidoh found himself with his back on the carpet, Inui pressed down on him, his erection and body heavy on him. He bucked and thrashed, but all he succeed in doing was arousing himself more—and Inui grasped his wrists and pinned his arms above his head. His legs held Kaidoh’s tight. Kaidoh couldn’t think, couldn’t think at all.

Then Inui lowered his head, kissing him—a punishing kiss. When Kaidoh struggled, Inui bit him—and god, that made a jolt of pleasure run through his body. This, this was like one of his dreams, only better—the taste of Inui, the smell of Inui, the feel of his cock and body and tongue—oh fuck! And the weight of his bigger body, the press of it—oh god!

And when Inui broke the kiss, his mouth went to Kaidoh’s ear. “I make you suck my cock in your dreams, don’t I?”

“Yes, Sempai,” whispered Kaidoh.

“I force you to swallow, don’t I?” demanded Inui.

“Yes, Sempai,” admitted Kaidoh.

“And I punish you if you don’t drink every drop, don’t I?”

“Yes, Sempai.”

“And what punishment does a bad boy get who doesn’t swallow all of my Inui juice?”

“You give me your juice in my ass, Sempai,” said Kaidoh.

“Have you been punished like that in your dreams, Kaidoh?”

“Yes, Sempai.”

“And did you come when I fucked you? Tell me, or I just might punish you for real,” said Inui, thrusting with his hips against Kaidoh.

“I screamed and came hard, Sempai, and when I woke up, I’d come in my pajamas.”

“If you don’t want that to come true, then you better swallow all of my cum this time, Kaidoh,” said Inui rocking and thrusting against Kaidoh.

“Sempai! Sempai!”

“I’d say that if I keep rubbing up against you, there’s an 80% chance you’ll come based on the little data I have.”

“Sempai! Please!”

“Please what, Kaidoh? What do you want me to do to you?”

“Sempai!”

“Do you want this cock of mine”--and Inui thrust against Kaidoh again hard—“inside your mouth, your throat?”

Kaidoh whimpered.

“Or do you want it to just keep doing this?” asked Inui with another heavy push of his crotch into Kaidoh’s.

“Or do you want me to put my cock in your ass bare, to fill your insides with my sweet-tasting cum?”

“Inui-sempai!” cried Kaidoh, overwhelmed, pushing his cock up wildly.

“Maybe you really want this,” said Inui, suddenly letting go of Kaidoh’s wrists and sliding down his body.

Kaidoh’s jerked his head up, moving his arms to prop himself up, looking down in shock. Inui jerked at his shorts and underwear, looking up at him.

“Lift,” he said.

Kaidoh lifted his ass, and the underwear and shorts came down. The shock of the air on his cock made it dance with excitement, and he trembled.

“Take my glasses off,” ordered Inui.

Kaidoh heard himself whimper again, and the hand he reached out trembled. And then, feeling this was he most erotic thing he’d done in his life, he took off Inui’s glasses. Oh! Those eyes!

And then Inui lowered his head.

Kaidoh screamed and bucked up.

Inui’s hands tightened on his hips, forcing them down. He pulled his head up off of Kaidoh’s cock, saying, “Do that again, and I’ll spank your naked ass, and you’ll be drinking my Golden Remix Special, not sweet cum.”

Kaidoh shivered and moaned.

Inui’s head lowered again. This time Kaidoh kept his hips down. Not because he was afraid of the spanking or the Golden Remix special, although both of them would be nightmares. No, no, because the promise of drinking Inui’s cum was almost enough to make him orgasm.

Inui sucked hard and pulled Kaidoh deep into his throat. With a shout, Kaidoh climaxed violently. The sucking only intensified with each spurt of cum that blasted out of his balls, making it feel even better, making another shot of sperm explode out, and then another. Never, never had he come like this! He screamed again, spraying more, thinking he was dying, and knowing he didn’t care.

Dreams—dreams were shit.

There was nothing like the real thing.