And then I felt the hands slide further up until they gripped my upper legs, just below my
shorts. The tips of the rough fingers slid in under the material and played on me, one
after the other in a slow rhythm, pressing one at a time in sequence. The hands started
kneading me there; a little more pressure was applied as they moved higher up under the
material until they pressed on the bottom of my cheeks, sliding to the sides as if to feel
everything that was there. The hair on the back of my legs was standing up now, something
was telling me that this dream was going in the wrong direction and that I should wake up.
But another part of me was being lulled, hypnotised by the gentle stroking of rough hands,
sending me further into a place I’d never been before and I was enjoying it.
My shorts were being taken down. My cock, still rock hard, was pressing its circumcised
head against the waste band, caught there as the shorts were dragged away. My arse lifted
of its own accord, freeing my cock and allowing the shorts to be removed completely. I
felt the hands start at my ankles again, slowly sliding up the back of my legs until they
held one cheek apiece. There they paused, holding my arse in a strong, not to be resisted,
grip.
Something made me part my legs further. I don’t know if I did that or if the unseen
dream-force moved them but they spread. And I knew that the hands were spreading the crack
of my arse and opening it to the afternoon air and allowing the unseen visitor to get a
full view of my flesh, my light blonde hair covering the white, smooth skin that gave way
to a darker recess where my tight hole was now being watched.
And then these big hands were on my sides, holding me by the hips as two powerful thumbs
rolled and massaged my arse cheeks, pulling me open and then pushing me closed as I felt
myself being lifted from the bed. This inside of my legs brushed against something else,
something new. I felt coarse hairs scrape at my skin as I was pulled back and up, felt
hard muscles against my inner thigh while all the time the vice like grip that controlled
me allowed no resistance, and yet the grip was gentle and careful.
I realised something. Through my sleep I knew what was going on and I knew that I should
wake up. But I also knew that it was too late. I stood no chance of escape even if I was
awake. Asleep I could imagine that this was still a dream and that this was not
happening.
But when I felt breath on my arse cheeks I knew it was happening. I kept my eyes closed
and I kept still. Allowing him, as it was definitely a him, to do whatever he was going to
do. It didn’t matter; I was asleep so this was not happening.
The breath suddenly became warm and moist and I felt the rough hair of a moustache above
a pair of soft lips. I was being kissed, first on one side and then the other. The hands
had drawn me up to a face, my balls hung free in the air and my cock stuck out into the
empty space beneath me. And I felt the kisses turn to licking, a smooth, hot tongue was
drooling across the light furriness of my backside, pausing now and then to kiss. And to
take a gentle bite. Teeth in a powerful jaw dug into me just enough to tell me that
resistance would lead to pain; compliance would result in something more rewarding. I
could not resist. I knew who this was and I had seen his strength. I realised that asleep
or awake I belonged to the dad now, and that was that.
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