Dream World (Pt II)

Read Pt 1 here 

Hey all - here's a long-due finish to a story I posted just before the pandemic. The subject matter hit a little too close to home for me, hence me abandoning it for as long as I have. 

I followed Abe into a classroom where Mr. Weist had taught me pre-algebra as a freshman. The windows that ran along the wall showed the faintest glimmer of dusk on the horizon, the sky above it a gradation of aquamarine blue into navy into black, with stars emerging beyond that. I still hadn’t gotten over how many more stars were in the sky, and the complete shock of when everything had first gone completely dark, how we went from hardly any stars to a sky completely full of them. 

Abe got some tapered candles from a cabinet with long, narrow wooden drawers that he must have repurposed from the shop room. He set them on the windowsill then grabbed a big candelabra, pulling out the burnt-down nubs from it, then inserting the new ones and lighting them. 

He’d cleared out the classroom of desks and everything and set up a living room area near the door with a circular rug and a sofa and chair. His bed was round, too, and covered in these gorgeous blankets, all vintage-looking and made of gold, green and blue velvet.

“Where did you get that bed?” I said.

“I know, right?” Abe said, standing next to me to admire it. “It was in a house in Blacklick.”

“Blacklick?” I said. That was the town next to ours. 

“Yeah,” he said, laughing. “It took me all day to get it here. The mattress was the hardest part but even that wasn’t so bad, I just wrapped it in plastic and rolled it down the road.” 

He looked at me and took my hand again. His breath was coming quickly and I thought he seemed anxious.

“We can do whatever,” I said, to try and relax him. “Just kiss some more...whatever you want.”

“I want to kiss some more,” he said, and we came together and all that anxiety melted into total lust, because we started running our hands all over each other’s bodies pressing them close together. I ran my fingers through his long hair and sucked on the cords in his strong, stubbly neck. He ran his hands down my back and grabbed my butt and when he did I felt his whole manner change, like he was already going inside me, mentally speaking. So I felt for his cock and for a moment we were touching each other like that, communicating non-verbally, I guess. 

I think I broke apart from him, first.

“This is kinda crazy. I never thought...” Abe said.

“It’s okay,” I said, when he didn’t finish his thought. “Everything is different now, you know? It’s like everything matters less. Or what used to seem important just...isn’t anymore.” 

“Yeah,” Abe said. He took a deep breath, then led me to the bed where we plopped onto our backs. “It’s confusing sometimes,” he said, adjusting a pillow behind his head. “I’ll think – still – I need to get a job or I need to apply to college or work on some master plan for my life. Based on shit that doesn’t even exist anymore.”

“There’s enough to do without any of that stuff,” I said, moving my fingers through his. “This school is a good master plan, anyway. You could make space for other people to live here. And there’s all this land around it – you could farm it,” I said. “Or someone could.”

“Yeah...” he said, and I thought I’d overstepped, giving him advice where he hadn’t asked for any. “You know, it’s funny. I always felt a certain way around you. Like I was afraid of you. A little,” he said.

“Really?” I said. “You laughed at me that one time...you made fun of my shirt.” I’d been wearing a pink shirt – a girl’s shirt, Connor Senick had called it. Connor Senick had been Abe’s friend. He’d killed himself after his parents and then his older brother died. 

“Oh man,” Abe said, putting his arm over his eyes. “I feel bad about that. Like I said, I didn’t know how to deal with...thinking you were cool. I felt so boring in comparison. It was easier to make fun of you, I guess.”

“Doesn’t matter now,” I said, and he put his hand back in mine. 

“Yeah,” he said, smiling at me. “This is much better.” He moved in to kiss me and we stopped talking. Our tongues were going deeper and our bodies were pressing harder together, swelling crotches finding each other like magnets. I ran my hand up his shirt and felt the hardness of his torso, the smattering of hair on his stomach and chest. He pushed his hands down my pants and it was a little uncomfortable so I stood up and took off my clothes. He did the same.

His body glowed in the candlelight. It was compact with lean muscle. I was more lithe but just as thin, as it was nowadays when food was more of a scrounge act. He took off his pants and looked at me, a strand of hair falling over his eye. His cock was hard in his underwear. He took those off, too, and his cock lolled against his thigh, heavy and hooded. I hadn’t had sex since the past winter, when me and Tim had a thing, but that had been mostly just me sucking his cock. 

I pulled my underwear down. My cock was starting to stand up from my balls. Abe looked pretty nervous, but excited. I walked over to him and kissed him again, and our bodies came together and the feeling of that – a warm, naked body pressing into mine, made me feel a little weak. I could feel the need in me, like my body was porous and sopping him up like a sponge, but it seemed equal to the need in him. We clutched each other tightly as we kissed, then we fell back onto the bed.

Smiling, I took his wrists and held them over his head. He stretched back, letting me take control as I kissed his neck and licked down his torso, curling my tongue through the ridges of his abs and into the full bush of fragrant pubes. He smelled so good. I put my lips against his cock which was pulsing with hot blood, then I licked his nuts, lapping them up and rolling them around in my mouth. Abe watched me intently. I licked the drops of precum suspended in his pubic hair, then glided my tongue down the shaft of his dick. When I finally took his cock in his mouth his whole body shifted and his hips cracked. He clutched the blankets on his bed and I sucked him deep, all the way into my throat. He grabbed at my head, pushing himself into me then quickly letting me go.

When I lifted his legs to lick at his asshole he stopped me. “What...are you?” He couldn’t even say it.


“I was gonna rim you,” I said.

“Like eat my ass?” he said, holding his hard cock. 

“It’s not a big deal, if you don’t want to.” 

“No, I...yeah. I just never have done that,” he said, and he was still hard, and jerking his cock. “Here,” he said, and, flashing me a smile, got on all fours. He arched his back and spread his butt out for me, it looked beautiful in the dim candlelight, firm and cute, a brush of hair running down the crack and ringing his pink asshole. I licked around it then put my tongue to it, pressing gently at first but the deeper I went the more he got into it, moaning deeply.


I thought, at one point: this is the room where I used to learn pre-algebra.

“That feels insanely good,” he said, once I’d rimmed him for a while. “Can I suck you?”

“Sure,” I said. He tucked his hair behind his ears and I knelt on the bed while he went down on me – starting slowly, curiously, sniffing and licking. Then he he found a rhythm and while he never took me really deeply, he was jacking off while he did it and his ass was spread out behind him which I loved looking at.

He rimmed me, then, getting me on my back and holding my ass in the air, going even deeper than I’d gone. When he put his cock against my asshole it felt exactly right.

“Can I fuck you?” he said. 

“Yeah,” I said. “I should be fine,” I added, thinking of the shit I’d taken earlier. In town we used what we called the “shit pit” which was a field in town that had once been a playground. We were digging trenches and covering them up once they were full, and I’d gotten so used to shitting outside that I hardly minded it anymore. Well, maybe not as much in the winter.

“Get a lot of spit on it,” I said. Abe did, then pressed the head of his cock into me. It popped inside and I gasped. I’d only been fucked once before. But Abe was gentle and kept asking me if I was okay. I told him to stay still a minute, and when the pain passed he naturally went inside me some more, and then I grabbed at his hips and pulled the rest of him into me all at once.

“Holy shit that feels incredible,” he said.

“Yeah,” I said.

“I can feel you, like, gripping me from the inside.”

“I can feel you pulsing in me,” I said. He looked into my eyes. 

“Fuck,” he said, and leaned down, releasing my legs and kissing my neck. He started to fuck as we made out, and soon he was holding my legs again and really pounding it into me. He had these small, muscular hips that moved fluidly and he smiled with pleasure as he worked his dick in and out of me, doing what human bodies are meant to do. 

After that initial pain I was surprised by how good he felt in me. Part of it, I think, was that I wanted it. I’d become this uber-responsible person, taking care of the kids in my neighborhood, worrying about wood, heat, water, food. People relied on me. To give that up and let someone use me, well...it made me feel like I wasn’t being used at all. 

“Fuck me,” I said, looking into Abe’s eyes, and saw him get visibly inflamed and start fucking me more intently. He’d go really slowly as if to savor the feel of my hole gripping him. Then he’d bang into me fast and hard. We fucked for over an hour, riding on the edge of cumming for most of it. I had him fuck me from behind, where he slapped my ass and told me I was better than any girl he’d ever fucked. I rode his cock while he laid on his back, bracing myself on his tight chest, keeping both of us on the verge. My cock stayed hard almost the whole time.

And then it really late and I could hear the crickets and frogs outside, and Abe had me on my back and had my hands and legs pinned above my head, my ass spread wide as he just railed me, plunging his dick deep and hard into me then teasing it with just the tip. At the same time he was stroking my cock in time with what he was doing, so we were totally in sync. 

I swear I was already cumming before he said he was going to: I just knew. So I was popping off in his hand and I felt him swell inside me as my dick shot ropes that landed over my head and slashed across my neck and chest. His thrusts got slower as he emptied himself into me. And when we were done he gave me the sweetest kiss, then laid down next to me and I rested my head in the crook of his arm.

I guess I fell asleep, and when I woke what felt like a few hours later I was in the bed alone. I’d been dreaming. It hadn’t been a good dream. And now I was in that bedroom that wasn’t a bedroom, and I was disoriented, the painful past colliding with the fondly-remembered few hours ago into the confusing now. 

The high school. The shop room in the basement: abandoned and dark, next to the yawning expanse of the gym which would never be full again. The long empty halls and classrooms. Where was Abe in all that? I got this image of him crouching in one, hiding from me. 

I worked myself into such a panic that I was fully dressed and ready to run out when Abe got back. His face dropped when he saw me – I think he thought I was regretting our encounter and sneaking away.

“Where were you?” I said, on the verge of tears. Abe came to me. 

“I had to piss,” he said. “I’m sorry. You were asleep...”

“I got scared,” I said, and even though he seemed unsure and awwkard about it, he took me in his arms and held me until I calmed down.

He said: it’s not as bad here at night as it might seem, and in a way it’s kind of magical because this place was always empty at night anyway. Then he convinced me to walk around with him. We took this big lantern that let off a warm light and roamed the halls, and the fear did dissipate, though I still got a little dizzy when I saw stuff I remembered, like the widow sills in my old English class that I used to perch on top of when we had book discussions. 

It was Abe that made it better. We talked and laughed away the fear, talked about who we could bring there, what we could make of the place. We sat in the middle of the big, empty gym, in a pool of light from the lantern that made the yellow floorboards glow. We called out to the empty space to chase the ghosts away. And then we fucked again, filling that dead room with our alive selves.