Just Like a Dream

Ranma felt silken lips claim his own as nimble, long-slim talented fingers explored the hard planes of his chest. The confused and half asleep boy kissed those lips back and blushed when a velvety tongue parted his mouth and delved deeply inside the silken depths there. Ranma could smell clean, warm skin and felt soft hair falling around him like a tent. Although the light was dim when he opened his eyes, he noted the green eyes staring into his own and the pretty, yet masculine features inches from his own face. “Mousse!” he said in startled voice. “What are you doing in bed with me?” he asked when he realized that they were both naked in his futon.

“I came to give you what you need” Mousse said in sensuous tone of voice. “You think I’ve never noticed the way that you look at me when we spar together?” he asked and rubbed his cheek against Ranma’s

“I’ve never looked at you as anything other than an enemy?” Ranma protested weakly, beet red as Mousse’s knowing finger continued to stroke a tortuously pleasurable path along his chest, descending sooooo slowly down his stomach.

“Come on Ranma, I’m here because you need this. Would an enemy do that for you? Just think, all those girls are after you and not a single one to satisfy you. You need this, I need this. Just say yes and I will show you pleasures beyond your wildest dreams” he said persuasively. Ranma gasped and bit his lip when those fingers curled around his now fully erect shaft and began pumping it lightly; too lightly. It was enough to entice without allowing the release that he needed. He moaned while his cock twitched in the other boy’s hand.

“But what about Shampoo?” he gasped when Mousse’s long fingers touched the precum weeping from his cock and began rubbing it around the sensitive head in a lazy, circular motion.

“Shampoo won’t even let me kiss her. Therefore until we marry and I commit to her, I find my pleasures where I can” he said and then leaned over and took Ranma’s man nipple in his mouth. Ranma mewed when he first lightly nipped the nub and then swirled his tongue around it, following the same lazy motion that his finger was making. Once in a while, he would pause to dip his finger into the free flowing honey there and resume his sweet torture, wanting to break down Ranma’s resistance.

“So you’re gay?” he gasped, but didn’t try to resist the mounting pleasure that the other boy was affording him.

“No, I would say that I’m bi-sexual, I could just as easily to this to your girl form. Would you prefer to be a girl while I make love to you?” he said in a teasing voice, while he lowered his head to lightly nip Ranma’s other nipple. Ranma clutched at Mousse’s broad back in surprise as a jolt of pleasure shot through him. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked as he kissed down Ranma’s taunt stomach, stopping just short of his cock. This he gave a light lick right on the sweet spot and smiled when Ranma’s hips bucked at this slight caress.

“I’m not gay!” he gasped.

“No one said you were. You are pure untapped sexuality that needs to be satisfied, that’s why you accept everyone’s challenges in an effort to work off your frustrations. However, I can offer you a much more satisfying alternative, which I shall take with me to the grave” he said then licked the same place again, licking his lips at the salty taste of Ranma’s precum.

“Ng!” Ranma yelped at the feeling of that wicked tongue. “You won’t tell anyone?” he asked in a shaky voice, his resistance almost at an end.

“I promise” Mousse said and he took Ranma’s burgeoning cock in his mouth. Ranma gasped when Mousse slid his cock all the way down his throat, the hot silk of his clutching throat and lips almost drove Ranma over the edge. He marveled at the other boy’s lack of gag reflexes in a distance way as a talented tongue slid along his length while the walls moved up and down him. Ranma’s eyes almost rolled back in his head in ecstasy when nimble fingers rolled his balls in a teasing manner, encouraging him to spend copiously. Ranma no longer cared that Mousse was a guy, he fisted his hands into his long hair and lightly pulled, wanting him to move faster. He moaned in disappointment when he pulled away. Mousse moved up his body “now, now I want to be pleasured too” he said and then stroked him again. “Kiss me” he commanded the other martial artist. Ranma’s panting lips met his own and he didn’t even realize when Mousse used his other hand to undo his braid, carding his fingers through Ranma’s wavy midnight locks to free them.

Ranma blushed when he felt Mousse’s erection brush his thigh and tensed slightly when he pressed his cock against Ranma’s then gasped when he began grinding it against his own. The feeling of the hot meatus grinding against him as phenomenal! He kissed Mousse back hungrily and ground back against his gyrating hips. Mousse smiled as Ranma took the bait and reached down to pick up the bottle of lube that he’d secreted there. He squeezed some on his fingers and then placed them against the hot seam between Ranma’s bubble cheeks. Ranma tensed as a slippery finger parted his passage and started rubbing against his pleasure center. He mewed and parted his legs wider. Mousse leaned back and inserted another finger, watching pleasure flit on Ranma’s face as he both pumped his fingers against Ranma’s prostate while he stroked his cock in time with his busy fingers. He could feel Ranma loosening internally and started scissoring his fingers to prepare him for penetration. He smiled when Ranma almost went ballistic. Feeling he was ready, he hooked Ranma’s knees over his shoulders.

Ranma felt the blunt tipped head of Mousse’s cock against his entrance and gulped. “Just relax and take a deep breath, this will only hurt for a second” he said and eased himself into the tight sheath as the muscular ring parted for him. Ranma gasped as it felt like Mousse was splitting him in two! Slowly Mousse eased himself inside until his balls were hitting Ranma’s perfect hairless ass and he started fucking him slowly. He moaned in an almost feral way, Ranma was so hot and tight it felt like he was castrating Mousse!

He soon couldn’t prevent himself from slamming into that hot tight body and Ranma howled when each thrust hit his sweet spot. He lowered Ranma’s legs from his shoulders and he lashed them around Mousse’s waist, straining upward to feel Mousse penetrate him even deeper. His cock ground against Mousse’s hard stomach, their combined sweat giving him a slippery ride as their tongues wrestled for dominance. Crying out, Ranma dug his blunt nails in Mousse’s back and came against his stomach. “Oh Mousse!” he cried in ecstasy. That pain was just enough to tip Mousse over the edge and he came hard into Ranma’s bowels with a cry of his own.

“What was that Ranma my boy?” asked his father from the futon beside his.

Ranma blushed; he realized it was all a dream and that his cock was swollen and throbbing with need. “Nothing Pops, just a strange dream” he explained.

“Involving that weird Chinese boy? I don’t trust him, he’s sneaky. Did you dream of some moves to defeat him permanently?” asked the happily oblivious Genma.

Ranma was glad that the darkness hid how red his face was and said “yes, but I doubt I would want to use them”

Across town, Mousse sat up on his own futon and gingerly pushed back the covers to find his pajama bottoms wet with his ejaculation. He blushed at how vivid the dream was and wondered why he was having wet dreams about Ranma; the only person Mousse lusted was Shampoo and certainly never a male.