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This Scenario lol

Kriter727 Blog Last Activity 10 years ago 581 views 4 comments
Ok so I had this dream last night and it made me wake up with a raging hard-on lol. I actually talked about the concept of it with a friend before I fell asleep, so that's probably why it was stuck in my mind.

So it's dark and I'm pulled over to the side of the road in the middle of noehere. I don't know why or how I got there, but I'm in the backseat with a beautiful boy. He has short jet black hair with the most eye catching emerald eyes ever. He was about 19 and smooth and shaved with a 6'inch dick and the softest ass in the world. We were naked and making out, our hands furiously running over each others before I pushed him back and turned him onto his stomach. I grabbed his hips and raised him up, placing kisses all around his hole before I taste it and go in, listening to him moan with every flick of my tonuge. Neither of us notice the headlights that had creeped up and pulled behind us. We didn't notice anything until a cop was staring through the window at us with a flashlight and we froze. My tongue was deep in hole and my boy was stuck between fear and ecstasy. The cop said he was going to arrest us, unless we did a favor for him and winked at us. Maybe that would have been cool....if he didn't look like Anthony Hopkins from Silence of the Lambs. So we get arrested and taken to jail in a holding cell. Well we're not there for 5 minutes before we notice more beautiful boys locked up, looking at us the same way we were looking at them lol. 2 words after that: Boy Orgy! lol

Any thoughts? What would you do in that scenario? What would you be doing in the backseat and who is it that comes up in the headlights?

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10 years ago

dreams can be erotic.

hairbear
hairbear
10 years ago

█████ I'd rather have a full bottle in front of me , than a full frontal lobotomy...████████

Kriter727
Kriter727
11 years ago

Wow never beyond a PG rating? That's interesting. But you're right when you say we have to remember that 'we've done worse'. Been in that situation plenty of times, and in more than one sense. It does make sense for there to be some kind of way to move from the car, but then again you got to relish the feel of close quarters lol. Yeah moms tend to ruin the fun at times lol. I remember when was younger and I first found the joys of masturbating, my mom busting in my room one morning right when i busted under the covers. I should have earn an oscar nomination for my casual performance that morning lol. But yeah, a viable fantasy nonetheless :)

BeaterBoi
BeaterBoi
11 years ago

First of all, I never would have had that dream. My dreams never go beyond a PG-rating. I can be swept up in a guy's arms and carried upstairs and then...cut to the next morning. I can be holding hands and whispering with Nick Jonas...in church. However, in that scenario (which I've come close to in real life, just not in dreams), the boy and I would likely have serviced the cop quickly before picking up where we had left off, with my tongue in the boy's asshole. None of us likes to hear it, but sometimes we simply have to be reminded that "you've done worse." Backing up a bit, I like the scenario opening as you've presented it. However, I personally don't like more than making out inside a car--not enough room--so when clothes started coming off, I would have likely moved the party to a blanket on the grass or onto the hood of the car. Since this a dream sequence, the person who arrives with the headlights to put a damper on the situation would probably be my mother. That woman can put the kabosh on any situation, good or bad. Perhaps she would make a citizen's arrest or perhaps she led the cops to us. Regardless, she will have gotten her satisfaction by keeping two people from fornicating. At the same time, irony frequently has a way of undermining her efforts. In this case, enabling our arrests certainly flatlined any romance at that moment. Unknowingly, however, her efforts at controlling the sex in a situation have backfired, as the two of us (the boy and me) are taken away from the frying pan and into the fire. How's that? Not my ideal fantasy, but a viable one.