Sid G

Thorgil's Boys
or Fairy Godfather

Inspired by Arne

Introduction

My name is Thorgil and I'm a fairy godfather. More like the fairy godmother in Cinderella than Tinkerbell, though I'm one hunk of a man if I must say so myself. While the Chief Fairy does assign one of us to a single person that's rare these days. Mostly we each have an area of expertise that involves large segments of the population.

I have an interesting assignment. As you know sexual orientation is something you're born with, but you have to realize it. My job is to enter the dreams of gay teenage boys who haven't realized or accepted the fact and through one memorable wet dream waken them.

The Chief has given me permission to write down some of my assignments and I'm going to start with my first case.

Cody's Story

Cody lived in Sepulvada, which is really a part of northern Los Angeles, with his brother and father on Peach Lane. He was just shy of fourteen then, five and a half feet tall, blond hair that his father made him cut short. He was the star striker for several soccer teams.

After achieving puberty a year earlier his file indicated a mixed sexual history during that time. (Yes we have full access to the heavenly filing system. They are our parent company.) Cody has gotten to second base with a few girls. However, his home run claims are pure fabrications, he did almost make it to third once.

However, he has let his best friend, who lives down the block, blow him several times and Cody jerked his friend off in return. While he remained best friends with Mark Snitz even after Mark came out Cody denies he's even bisexual and punched one boy out who accused him of letting Mark blow him.

It's my assignment to get Cody to admit, at least to himself and Mark, that he's gay. What follows is the dream I planted during a Saturday afternoon nap. Cody had just showered after a soccer match and, still naked, slipped between his sheets.

Cody walks from his school gym locker to the shower room, his soft six inches [15 cm] swinging in front of him, two towels over his left shoulder. As he places the towels on adjoining hooks he realizes he's not alone. Through the steam he sees the glistening, pale back of another boy. His cock reacts instantly, becoming rock hard and sticking straight in front of him.

"Shit," Cody says and covers himself.

The boy turns and Cody sees it's his best friend.

"What are you doing here," Cody asked.

"You're usually not that modest around me," Mark said, water dripping from his medium length black hair.

"Quiet, somebody will hear you," Cody whispered but dropped his hands.

Mark shook his head, "we're the last two in the whole school. Nobody can interrupt us.

Cody smiled and walked over, the warm water feeling good on his sweaty, tanned skin. Taking a quick look around he let's Mark lean in and kiss him. He kisses back and finds his tongue inside his friends mouth and that they're embracing. Something that hadn't even happened double-locked in Mark's bedroom.

They broke and looked each other in the eyes.

"Fuck me," Mark said.

"What?"

"I want you to fuck my ass. It's something I've wanted for years."

Cody shook his head.

"It's something we've both wanted. You got hard just looking at my ass." Mark stroked Cody's cock and kissed him again.

"Do we need to do anything first?" Cody asked.

Mark sank to his knees and began sucking on Cody's cock.

Cody sighed, and felt things change inside him. After several minutes his friend stood, looked him in the eyes, turned and leaned against the wall with his legs spread.

Cody ran his hands over the smooth ass cheeks and pulled them gently apart. His hard cock slowly entered Mark's ass' warm embrace.

"Feels so good," Cody said.

"Better than I ever imagined. Fuck me, fill me with your cum."

As Cody thrust in and out he reached around his friend's slender frame and grasped his cock. He pumped in time to his thrusts and felt Mark coming to a climax as he was. His cock harder and fuller than it had ever been before.

"I'm going to cum," Mark groaned.

With that Cody felt his sperm move up his cock and ready to enter his friend's, no his lover's ass.

"Take it my love," Cody shouted... And woke. Woke with his cock spewing forth more cum than he had ever thought possible. "Oh shit, oh shit," he moaned as his untouched cock kept drooling fluid. As Cody caught his breath the dream came back to him in all its glory and he found himself hard again. He started to reach for it and thought. Finally realizing what the dream meant he put on his soccer pants and shirt on without cleaning himself. Slipped on a pair of flip-flops and walked down the hall. "Going to Mark's," he called to his father and went out the front door. Cody went on to college and a career with several English second division soccer teams, and then a few years in Norway's top league. Now he's a gym teacher in Los Angeles and Mark's an English teacher in the same school. And yes, they're still together.

Sindra's Story

Sindra is one of my favorite recent cases due to our shared Norwegian heritage. His golden blond hair contrasts with his fiery black eyes, which somehow feel both right and wrong against his pale skin. He's just over five feet [1.50 m] tall, 106 pounds [48 kg] and as hairless as any prepubescent twelve-year-old should be.

The boy lived a very lonely life in a small two-bedroom apartment in a high rise in downtown Oslo. Technically, he lived with both his parents.

Basically, it was just he and his mother since his father worked for Norway's Foreign Service and was always posted overseas or traveling constantly.

Actually, he lived by himself since virtually all communication had broken down between he and his mother. He had classmates he wanted to be friends with, and who wanted to be friends with him. But his mother's rules said he had to go straight home from school and nobody could come over and he couldn't use the phone.

So, he did his homework, read his books, listened to the radio and watched Pokemon.

And thought about the fact that he was gay.

If Sindra knew he was gay why was I there? Well, he knew it and hated it, which was just as bad if not worse. Loneliness was fine because he was evil. Being a faggot was why his father was never home and his mother never talked to him.

I had to show him being gay was fine, that he wasn't evil. There wasn't much time either; he was spending too much time staring out an open twentieth story window.

But whom could I use? I was watching him watch television one day when it came to me.

That night I watched as he changed into his Pokemon pajamas and crawled under his Pokemon comforter and fell asleep.

"Cool shirt, that's my favorite," a teenaged male voice spoke and Sindra sat bolt upright on the couch.

"Who's here? How did you get in? Leave before I call the police?" Sindra heard footsteps and looked in that direction.

"Hi Sindra, how you doing?"

"Ash? Is it really you? Can't be, you're just a cartoon character. I must be dreaming."

The thirteen-year-old with the perpetually moving raven hair laughed. He was wearing the vest, shirt and baseball cap that he always did when he was chasing Pikachu and the others around Pallet Town.

Sindra watched as his hero walked over, sat down next to him on the couch, picked up his hand and kissed it.

"Does that feel like a dream?" Ash said.

Sindra nodded.

"Then how about this?" Ash asked and pinched him.

"Ouch, why'd you do that?"

"You know the saying, 'pinch me I must be dreaming.' Well now you know I'm real."

"But why?"

"Why am I here?"

Sindra just nodded as Ash continued to hold his hand.

"Gary and I have been watching you, and you have us worried."

"But you and Gary are enemies," Sindra snapped.

Ash laughed, "Only for the show. Well, the competition is real to become the greatest trainer, but off camera we're lovers."

"You mean, you're gay?" Ash said in shock.

"Yes," Ash kissed Sindra's cheek, "Gary and I are gay just like you are."

"But it's." Before Sindra could continue Ash had pulled Sindra's shirt off and was lying on top of him.

Sindra opened his mouth but Ash closed it with a kiss. A kiss that Sindra tried to resist, and then found himself with his tongue inside Ash's mouth and his hands feeling the famous teen's bare back.

The confused younger boy moved his hands lower and caressed the firm butt cheeks.

Ash pulled away and alarm filled Sindra's face.

"Suck my cock, and remember you've got to swallow it all," they both laughed at the variation on the Pokemon slogan.

Ash moved forward and Sindra found the dripping organ at his mouth. Five inches [13 cm] of hard boy meat was quickly inside his mouth. He gagged, shifted and began sucking.

"Oh yeah, you're a natural buddy. Ash started fucking Sindra's mouth harder and faster. As Sindra felt the cock in his mouth growing he felt his own growing as well.

"I'm going to cum," Ash said and filled Sindra's mouth and throat with his cum. Sindra struggled to swallow every drop, got to catch them all, and with a lick of his lips he did.

"Now was that bad or evil?" Ash asked a few minutes later when they were again cuddled on the couch.

"No."

"Are we bad people because we're gay?"

Sindra kissed Ash's hand in reply. "But you and Gary are busy, and I don't have anybody else."

Sindra buried his face in Ash's chest and began to cry. After a while Ash picked his head up and kissed him. Instinctively Sindra parted his lips and Ash's tongue greedily entered. The tears and sadness forgotten by both boys their hands roamed freely over the other's naked body.

Ash sat back on his haunches and raised Sindra's legs to his shoulders.

"This will hurt a little, if it gets too much tell me and I'll ease off for a minute. And know this, you're the first of my fans I've done this with."

Sindra smiled the biggest smile of his life and Ash inserted his hard, leaking cock inside the virgin hole. By the time Ash's low-hanging balls were slapping against his smooth ass Sindra knew he'd been wrong about everything. It wasn't his fault his father kept taking overseas assignments. It wasn't his fault his mother was so wrapped up in herself that she ignored him.

Most importantly, he knew there was nothing wrong in being gay.

"Fuck me," Sindra said and blew Ash a kiss.

"Oh yes baby," Ash said and began to slowly stroke deeper and deeper into the young boy's innards.

Sindra felt no pain; just pleasure and lust as he felt his insides probed and watched his cock jump and twitch as the greatest Pokemon trainer in the world fucked his ass faster and faster.

"Shit you've got a tight ass, and I'm going to fill it with pretty damn fast."

"That's one big boy cock filling it now."

Ash started panting as he got closer, finally one final thrust deep inside Sindra and he shot his load even deeper inside the boy.

Sindra felt the thick fluid emerge and fill his rear as he watched Ash continue to pound his ass.

Finally Ash pulled out and collapsed on top of Sindra. They're mouths met and locked.

"I know you can't stay," Sindra finally said, "but how will I find someone else?"

"You will, you just have to talk to your mother and tell her you're not a baby and need time with your friends. Now before I go you've got to do one thing."

"Anything."

"Fuck me."

"Especially that," Sindra said.

They got off the couch and Ash leaned over the end, sticking his ass in the air. Sindra didn't know how he knew what to do but he sucked two fingers and worked them into Ash's tight ass. He kept spitting on his other hand as he used it to get ready.

"Fuck me buddy," Ash said.

"Yea, " Sindra said, withdraw his fingers and slammed his cock home.

He started shoving in and out, getting harder and harder and finally felt he was about to cum. He shouted to Ash

And felt some warm drops of fluid land on his bare groin. His eyes opened and he saw he was on top of the comforter with his shirt pulled up and his pants shoved down. And there, right above his still twitching prick, were two drops of fluid. He reached down, wiped them up with a finger, and licked his fingers clean of the first cum of his life.

"No nothing wrong with being gay at all," Sindra said.

I sighed; smiled, knowing I'd accomplished my mission.

The next Monday in school there was a new boy in his first period class. Black hair that wouldn't sit still, blue vest, baseball cap and the deepest blue eyes.

The teacher introduced him as Gordon ben Asher.

"Call me Ash," he said, and his and Sindra's eyes locked.

Nate's Story

This is about a boy named Nate, Nathaniel actually but none of his friends call him that. At fourteen he's still hairless except for a patch of brownish blond pubic hair that matches the short cropped hair topping his sixty-six inches [1.68 m] of young hunk. His gorgeous hazel eyes and braces reflected the western Australian sun into his admirers' eyes. Yes, for the first time in a long time I've been sent to Perth, Australia.

And the boy had plenty of admirers for not only was he a great kid he was a star of his school's and state's age group rugby teams. His first love though was surfing and at every opportunity you could find him at Cuttlefish Bay in his wetsuit catching as many waves as possible.

Fortunately I don't suffer jetlag because the Chief gave me seventy-two hours to complete the mission. No, not because I had taken so much time with Skates but because at the end of that time Nate and his family were moving to Los Angeles, California and we would lose the window of opportunity for three years. The only thing I had going for me was a previous case that I knew would come in handy.

While waiting for my shuttle down to Perth I read and reread Nate's biography, all right, all right, mostly his pictures. I'm a leg and ass fairy godfather and always will be. This boy's ass was flat and firm and his legs were muscular enough to block out two charging backs while passing the ball off. Not much of a tan line on his bronzed body. Actually, some areas were just more tanned than others were.

I watched him the first day as he helped his parent's finish packing up the house. He was a lot more cooperative than most teens whose world was being turned upside down.

That evening he went over to his best mate's house for what he thought was going to be a final quiet evening together and turned out to be a surprise farewell party with tons of friends and classmates there to wish him well. Among the presents was a special scrapbook with all the articles about his rugby and surfing competitions. The second half of the book had pictures of everybody there with their names, addresses and email addresses underneath followed by a small handwritten note.

"Thanks everybody, I'll never forget you, or this. Even if we are moving to a different planet day after tomorrow." Everybody laughed. "I promise, once I get my internet account I'll email everybody so we can keep in touch and maybe even chat online if we can figure out the timing. I love you." With that Nate turned and started crying.

After the party I learned how easy assignment was going to be. When everybody else had gone Nate, Alex, Charles and Bobby, whose house it was, went down to the basement for a sleepover.

Nate led the way down the stairs and when he turned towards the playroom he found another boy there. Bruce had been at the party but had been among the first to say goodbye, and now the first out gay boy Nate had ever known was standing in front of him in his birthday suit. Bruce is thirteen, blond hair in a sort of a bowl cut and looks hairless, and shaves his balls and pubes off.

"I thought you went home, what are you doing here?"

Bruce walked up and pecked Nate on the lips while grabbing the guests of honor's cock. "Well, when Bobby invited me to the party I suggested a special going away present."

Nate felt his member growing. "And what kind of present is that?"

"You'll see," Bruce said as he started unbuttoning Nate's shirt. Bruce started licking Nate's penny-sized nipples as they became exposed and they quickly hardened. Nate slipped the shirt off and kicked his shoes off as Bruce worked on his zipper.

"Oh, a free baller," Bruce sighed as the pants fell and were kicked off. "Saves so much time. Me, I wish I never had to wear clothes."

"Considering you're still wearing your ten-year-old school uniforms you almost don't."

"Eleven, but I'm glad you like them," Bruce said, grabbed Nate's hard, uncut seven-inches [18 cm] and led him to a huge beanbag chair and pushed Nate down into it.

Now that he was facing them he saw his three mates had stripped and were slowly stroking their cocks.

Bruce knelt down and started licking Nate's cock. It didn't take long for the precum to start flowing and the boy to lick it up.

"Oh yeah, keep it up," Nate moaned.

The boy started sucking on the cock in front of him, deep throating the seven inches [18 cm] with ease. Twice he brought his friend to the edge and then backed off. The second time he pulled off completely.

"You're not stopping, You can't!" Nate moaned.

"I'm not, just let me wrap this down your man cock and I'll continue." Gently Bruce rolled the condom over Nate's penis and spread some lube over it. "Now don't do a thing mate.

Bruce straddled Nate, took hold of the stiff rod and placed it at his hole and slowly sat on it.

"Oh fuck, I can't believe you're letting me do this," Nate gasped.

"Just wanted to give you something to really remember me by," Bruce said and bent down and kissed Nate again, but a little harder.

"Damn fucking right, you've got a hot ass mate. Work my cock."

It didn't take long, or at least it didn't seem that way before Nate thrust his hips up and his cock deep into Bruce and shouted, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming up your hot ass."When Nate settled back down he opened his eyes and saw Bruce smiling. He also saw him stroking his own cock. Nate removed Bruce's hand and started jerking the boy off while his own cock remained embedded in Bruce's ass.

"You don't have to do this," Bruce said.

"Good, I want to," Nate said and continued stroking till Bruce moaned and shot a huge load all over Nate's face and chest. Seconds later Nate felt three more loads spray him and he looks up to see his other three mates standing there finishing their wanks.

Bruce slowly stands and there's a loud pop when Nate's slowly softening prick pops out. "I think I'd better get those towels," Bruce said, wiggled his ass and walked around the corner.

"Man, he's got a hot pussy," Nate said.

"Wait to you try a real one," Alex said.

"From what they say about those LA girls I'll have three the first day of school," Nate said.

"Only if you pay them," Charles said and got Nate's cum drenched towel in his face as rebuttal.

The five boys remained naked as they talked for a bit before slipping into their sleeping bags. Nate found himself staring at Bruce as he drifted off to sleep.

The next day was his last full day before the plane and after a lot of begging and pleading his mother agreed to let him take the bus to the beach for a last go at the waves. One of things Nate really liked was nobody objected to him lugging his board onto the bus, as long as he was careful. There was an empty bench so he had plenty of room for his board and he held it in place as he silently rode down to the beach for the last time.

Once there he stripped down to his Speedo and put his wetsuit on in a flash and ran into the waves. The line was forming about fifty feet out and the waves started about ten feet high. The surfer boy emerged and Nate was pulling every competition maneuver he knew, and some that would have gotten him kicked out of contests.

After a few hours he felt tired and took his board to a secluded stretch of sand on the north end of Cuttlefish Bay. He stripped the wetsuit off and lay on top of the board. When he fell asleep I decided the time was ripe for the big dream.

Nate was sitting on his surfboard a hundred yards from shore keeping his eye out for a big wave to carry him all the way in. Realizing he was naked he looked around and saw he was alone. While he waited he gently stroked his rising cock while thinking how good it felt inside of Bruce's mouth and ass.

"G'day mate," a voice called and Nate dropped his cock and looked around. Next to him was a boy about his own age and size he'd never seen. The boy's long blond hair was sun bleached almost white, muscular with a good six-pack, and a six-inch [15 cm] uncut cock. Nate jerked his head: the boy was as naked as he was, and as hard.

Nate saw the boy had stuck his hand out and finally took it. "I'm Nate."

"Dolphin," the stranger replied.

"Dolphin?"

The boy shrugged, "I'm a mammal who lives in the water. I'm sorry I interrupted your fun."

"What? Oh the wank, that's OK I was just waiting for a good wave."

"Like that one?" Dolphin said and began to stand, hard rod pointing the way to shore.

Nate leaped up and saw his cock was still hard and getting harder as he got a good look at the new boy's ass. "See you on shore."

Nate kept one eye on Dolphin. Kid sure knew how to ride. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the wave dip unexpectedly and saw Dolphin adjust faster than he did. After a hot ride they hit the beach together and walked up to where Nate had his stuff.

They put their boards on the sand and sat on them.

"You know, I really am sorry about interrupting your wank before," Dolphin said.

"So how are you going to make it up?" Nate found himself asking.

"This." Dolphin slid over onto Nate's board, took hold of Nate's cock and after a couple of strokes swallowed it.

"Oh shit," Nate moaned and let the pleasure flow threw him. This was even hotter than the night before with Bruce.

Nate looked around and saw Dolphin's hard cock inches in front of his face. Without thinking he reached out and started stroking it. After a couple of minutes a drop of precum leaked out. Nate reflexively licked it up and let it roll around on his tongue, savoring the salty-sweet taste. When the next drop came out he licked it before tasting a cock for the first time.

Dolphin gently thrust his hips, sliding the rest of his cock all the way into Nate's mouth. And Nate welcomed it and started duplicating what the other boy was doing. In the small part of his mind not absorbed by lust he realized he liked cock sucking, and that his cock was bigger, thicker and hotter than any wank or even Bruce's efforts.

Nate felt the cock in his mouth begin to throb and sped up his sucking motion. A groan reached his ears a second before Dolphin unloaded down his throat and he reciprocated.

Nate sat up, as he felt his sperm land on his stomach. He watched the largest orgasm of his life continue to coat his face and stomach. He saw his Speedo pushed down to his knees though he didn't remember doing it.

"Man, I hope I find a mate like Dolphin in Los Angeles," Nate said as he kicked his Speedo the rest of the way off and ran into the ocean for the final time. Follow-up:

The move went smoothly, and so did Nate's coming out to his parents. They were more surprised at the timing than anything, but Nate explained that he'd decided to start his new life honestly.

He started attending a small private school that even had a gay-straight student alliance group. There were a lot of cute, friendly boys but no one special.

Two months after the flight over the cargo ship with their things showed up and that Saturday found Nate outside in his Speedo cleaning and waxing his surfboard.

"Hi, you a surfer?" A voice called and Nate turned toward the street.

"Yes," Nate started and stared. The boy on the bike had long blond hair, racing shorts and an open short-sleeved shirt covered with dolphins.

"Are you Nate, that new boy at school?"

Nate nodded.

"My name's."

"Dolphin," Nate said. "You're real."

The boy got off his bike, walked up to Nate and kissed him on the lips. "Yeah, I'm real and I'm so glad you are too."

"I'm almost finished with the board, want to hang around and I can show you the house."

"Only one room I'm interested in," Dolphin said and groped Nate."

Kyle's Story

You're really going to have to trust me on this one. It's been a year now and I still have trouble believing this dream, and how well it all turned out.

Kyle was your prototypical Valley Boy. Living almost dead center in Los Angeles' San Fernando Valley he was fourteen, 5'3" [1.60 m] and a 113 pounds [51 kg] of solid muscle. Light hazel colored eyes, smooth cheeks with what the fairy godmothers call angel kisses, blond hair in a short buzz cut, and a straight A student at his private school. His passions were anything done on in-line skates. While he did all the stunts his first love was roller hockey. He was the first line center on The Ravens, a team in the Junior Roller Hockey League of Los Angeles. The Ravens were champions of their conference and the league playoffs were approaching.

Kyle had passed through puberty at twelve but was still confused as to what he wanted in terms of sex. But I knew.

I guess this is a good time to define "defining wet dream." As you're aware, a person remembers just a few of his dreams. Even the most vivid dream at the end of a night's sleep or a nap tends to be forgotten within seconds of awaking. With some wet dreams the only evidence is the physical evidence. For my purposes they don't count, in fact Kyle had several of these, even before I received my assignment.

The person has to remember every detail of the dream and understand its meaning. But the mind does remember those forgotten dreams…and they're there for me. There was one boy in particular featured in many of those dreams and when I went to a team practice with Kyle, I saw him and understood why.

There are eighteen Ravens but Doug stood out from the rest. Three inches [8 cm] taller than Kyle and 140 pounds [63 kg] of body builder. His strawberry blond hair contrasted with the black uniform. Over his left breast he wore the Captain's "C," and after ten-minutes of practice there was no doubt he'd earned it, or why Kyle had a secret crush on him. After practice I followed the boys into the locker room and watched them shower and change, along with the sexually tinged play, so I would have the details ready for the dream. I also noticed other things.

As we emerged Doug's mother was talking into her cell phone and waving her other arm.

"What's wrong Mom?" Doug asked.

"I'll call you back," she snapped and closed the phone.

"Dad?"

"Yes your father got a last minute business trip to Oahu and I've got to go with him. I've got to go home, pack, get to the airport by eight and figure out what I'm going to do with you."

"Take me with you," Doug said, trying to make it sound like the only choice.

"Good try dear, but it's only two nights and you've got school and practice."

"He can stay with us," Kyle's mother said.

"You sure?"

"Of course, drop him off on the way to the airport with what he'll need and have a good time."

About ten that night the boys finally closed the lights and settled in. Kyle got in his bed, with Doug in the Hollywood bed next to his. As Kyle fell asleep I saw a hand moving beneath Doug's blanket…

Kyle looked at the Staple's Center scoreboard as he tried calming his heart. Five seconds to go in the second sudden death overtime period. If the period ended tied they'd go into a shootout with the Parrots and be at a distinct disadvantage. The linesman called him and the opposing center to the face-off circle to the left of the Parrots' goal. Kyle turned his head to make sure everybody was were he expected them to be. He saw Doug who gave him a quick smile.

Kyle moved his stick into position and the linesman dropped the puck. The Parrot player made first contact but Kyle bumped him and redirected the puck toward Doug and headed to the goal. He heard the distinctive thump of Doug's slap shot and saw the puck reach the goalie and bounce off in his direction.

He bent his knees and lifted the rebound into the air as the crowd counted "one."

The red light went on.

The horn sounded.

"The Ravens win the Los Angeles Junior Roller Hockey League Championship," the announcer screamed.

Kyle was buried by seventeen screaming, crying teammates.

It took another half-hour to calm down, go through the ceremonial handshakes with the Parrots and get the trophy from the Mayor before they finally got into their locker room.

"Who's it?" Somebody called.

"The hero."

"Who's that?" A third voice called.

"Kyle," everybody yelled and pounced on the glowing boy.

Kyle felt hands pulling on him, pulling his clothes off until he was naked between his Ravens' T-shirt and his skates.

A firm pair of hands grabbed Kyle's ass and he felt a cock at his hole. Sighing he relaxed and let it in as another teammate lowered his mouth to a waiting cock. His skates propelled him back on forth between the two boys.

He wasn't sure who was where, nor did he care which teammate was fucking his mouth or which his ass. Nor did he notice that as soon as a load filled his throat or ass the boy simply disappeared.

Sixteen loads later he realized nobody was having sex with him, yet he sensed there was one person who hadn't. Then he felt a pair of hands around his waist, straightening him out. Kissing his neck.

"That you Doug?"

Doug turned him around and they kissed. "I don't believe you did that," Doug said.

Kyle smiled, shrugged. "It was just sex. I want you to make love to me."

Doug smiled and lifted the sweat soaked shirt off Kyle and started licking the shorter boy's nipples.

"Fuck me love, I can't hold much longer and I want to cum when you do," Kyle said.

Doug helped Kyle to the floor, removed the skates and sweat socks, lifted Kyle's feet to his shoulders and quickly entered the used hole. He slipped his seven inches [18 cm] in as he felt cum pour out. He knew he wasn't going to last long either. Watching his teammates pour sixteen loads into his lover had gotten him hot and rock hard.

The boys blew kisses at each other as Doug stroked Kyle's insides and Kyle stroked his cock.

"Oh yeah, fuck me, fuck my ass, make me cum lover. Yeah, man do it. Shit I'm close and I'm so hot I'm going to cover your face with my hot cum," Kyle called out and…

"Yow," Doug called out and Kyle's eyes popped open to find his cock shooting and Doug wiping something from his face. That Doug was on his bed.

"That must have been some dream," Doug said.

"Oh yeah," Kyle said, remembered, fell silent, and turned away.

Doug pulled him back over. "Tell me, you can talk to me buddy."

Kyle let the dream run through his head, understood, accepted. "It was a great dream but I've got to tell you something because of it."

"Go ahead."

"I'm gay, it was you fucking me in the dream that made me cum, and I want to do it for real. With you, now." Kyle looked into Doug's face, looking for a reaction.

Doug smiled, leaned in and kissed Kyle on the lips. "I've wanted this since you tried out for the team."

It was Kyle's turn to lean in and this time the kiss was a lot longer, and deeper, as their hands explored the bodies they'd admired from across locker rooms all over the city.

Doug gently turned Kyle onto his stomach and lifted his knees. From between the two beds he grabbed a tube and spread some gel on his fingers and gently inserted first one finger, then two into Kyle's virgin ass to loosen it up a little bit.

"Oh shit, you're getting me hard again just doing that," Kyle moaned.

"I'm going to do it now. When I tell you push out like you're taking a shit. If it hurts too much let me know."

"Fuck me love," Kyle said.

And Doug did just that. Slowly stroking Kyle's tight butt as his cock grew bigger than it ever had. It wasn't long before he sped up. He reached around Kyle's waist and took hold of the hard cock and started stroking it in time with his thrusts.

"Oh yeah, fuck me, fuck my ass, make me cum lover. Yeah, man do it," Kyle said.

"Oh yeah, I'm going to fill your hot, tight ass with my cum, right fucking now." And Doug did just that and felt so much cum on his hand he thought he'd gone right through Kyle.

"Wow," Kyle said.

"Yeah, that was beautiful."

"And just the first time."

"Definitely," Doug said and collapsed on the bed with his softening cock still embedded inside his lover.

And that's how Kyle's mother found them in the morning.

Skates' Story

This is about a boy named Skates. No, that isn't his given name but since he's been on his skateboard since he could walk he got the nickname and his Mom's the only one who ever uses his given name any more. And man does he know he's in trouble when she does that.

I followed him around for a couple of weeks and then went back to talk to the Chief Fairy.

"Sir, in reference case number 69-3749032-02 I believe we have to postpone action on this case."

"Who?"

"Skates Jenkens sir."

"Tell me why I should overrule the scheduling panel Thor?"

"I don't think he's ready for it up here," I said tapping my head. "Skates' fourteen, 6'2" [1.88 m], 169 lbs. [77 kg] And very into his macho, straight image."

"You have to give me something more," the Chief said.

I took a deep breath. "His father was physically and verbally abusive to both Skates and his mother. The final straw was when his mother stopped his father from raping him four years ago. Skates' mother knocked his father out with a large frying pan and they ran with what was on their backs. But he still remembers the last words his father said. 'My fairy boy slut son wants a man's cock up his ass'."

"So if he's gay his dad was right?" The Chief Fairy said.

"I'm afraid that's what he'll think, and that everything else his father said and did was justified as well. And he's found happiness and peace of mind since he and his Mom moved up to Freeport, Maine to be near her parents back then.

"Come back in an hour and I'll give you my decision," the Chief Fairy said.

I bowed and left, satisfied that I'd made a good case. Since I'd been busy for several weeks I took the chance to check my e-mail account. Yes, there's e- mail in heaven and a HWW but you can't access it from earth.

When I returned to the Chief Fairy's office he was sitting with Carl Freud, the head of our adolescent psychiatric department.

"Thor, we've discussed your report and agree to the validity of your points," the Chief Fairy began and I heard the 'but' that was coming.

"Thank you Sir."

"However, my analysis says the next opportune time for the lad is in three years and that could have even deeper repercussions," Freud said in his deep baritone. "There is a way of doing it now, but it's going to take some time."

"You'll have to do some double duty and then catch up later," the Chief said.

"But as you've always taught it's better to do the job right than fast." We discussed things for another two hours and then I headed back to Maine.

I know it makes me sound even more perverted than some of you already think but I've found it very helpful to hang around my subject's school, especially during lunch and gym. With Skates I added his favorite boarding areas. I studied the varying ways he acted and interacted with the boys in the different groups. After two weeks I found four classmates who would work for the first stage.

Every other day for the next week I introduced a naked composite of the four into Skates' dreams. Changing the mix each time to get a better idea of the right boy for him. No sex, not even an erection. The composites were just naked. The final night Skates woke with a start and sat up in bed for a long time.

Three nights later I used the same composite but this time gave him an erection, a solid six inches [15 cm] of cut boy meat sticking straight out. The erection had nothing to do with the story and the boy never touched it. But Skates' eyes returned to it continually.

Three nights later I stripped Skates in the dream and had his thick five uncut inches pointing straight up from his bush.

The next time I had my construct stroke himself as the two nude boys watched television. I decided to gently push Skates and he had a wet dream. He woke when he came and instantly forgot the details. What he did was grab a towel and clean himself off and changed into fresh boxers. He lay back on top of his blankets and stared at the ceiling till his mother called him for breakfast.

At school he ignored the boy who most resembled the construct. Even yelled at him in the locker room when the boy asked him what was wrong.

He grabbed his skateboard as soon as school let out and powered his way home. He ran up to his room, lay down and began to cry. After a few minutes I stroked his flaxen hair and he dropped into a deep sleep and began dreaming on his own. It was more nightmare than dream as his friends turned their back on him. All except one of his skateboarding friends. There was something special about this boy.

Skates and this boy rode away from the others to the center of town and took turns going down the steps leading to the LL Bean Outlet store. Down they rode, up they walked. The only sounds came from the boards clacking down the wood steps. At sunset the other boy smiled. Skates smiled and said thanks. I made sure he remembered the last part of his dream and when his Mom woke him for supper he was smiling.

The next day was the last Saturday of summer and as soon as the chores and errands were done Skates grabbed his best board and headed out. His short-sleeve shirt open over a blue tee with a "Cool as a Moose" logo, beige cargo shorts that were almost long enough to be pants and sneakers without socks. Skates headed straight to the steps and the boy was there with a couple of other boys.

"Hi Skates, going to do the steps?" the boy asked.

"Sure Ross, why I'm here. Hi Kev, Blue."

The other two raised their boards in greeting then after making sure no shoppers were in the way headed down.

"You cool?" Ross said.

"Cool, you cool?"

"Cooler than you'll ever be," Ross said and headed down the steps with Skates mere yards behind.

Ross was dressed the same as Skates except he didn't have the tee on leaving a still tanned torso exposed to the chill air. 5'10" [1.78 m] and thin as a rail but a nice six-pack, shoulder length raven hair that was tied back with a sweatband. Multiple diamond studs in both ears with hoops in both lobes. At fifteen he was a year older, a year ahead in school and more self-confident than the taller boy.

As I watched and listened to them together, and using my Fairy Godfather talents to be sure I knew Ross was the friend and lover that Skates needed, and would need to get through the next stage. The best parts were that Ross had a crush on Skates and that Skates knew Ross was gay. Of course with the gay stickers on his ever present backpack and board it was hard for anybody not to.

That night I started at Ross' place. The boy slept in the raw and I went to work.

"Hi Ross," Skates said.

Ross turned and saw the younger boy. He was dressed the same as the last time he'd seen him except he wasn't wearing the tee, and the way the shirt was hanging open it gave Ross a good view of a solid six-pack and two perfect quarter sized nipples. Ross felt his cut cock grow to it's full six-inches [15 cm] under his shorts but did nothing to hide it or make it go down.

"Yo dude, didn't expect to see you here," Ross said and noticed where Skates' eyes were focused.

Skates shrugged as he ran his fingers through his hair. "Seemed like the best place to be."

Ross noticed Skate's cock was rock hard under his boxers, which was now the only thing either was wearing. "You're not careful you'll wet yourself."

"Then I guess we'd both better take precautions," Skates said and pushed them down and kicked them off as Ross mirrored his actions.

"You don't know how long I've wanted this, just to see you naked," Ross said.

"Worth it?"

Ross smiled, stepped forward and brought Skates' mouth to his and kissed him. Suddenly their lips were locked and their hands exploring. Skates finally broke the clinch and led them to Ross' bed. They sat on the edge but Skates didn't let go of Ross' hand.

"What is it?" Ross asked finally.

Skates turned away and when Ross reached over and brought it back around he saw tears in the boy's eyes. He wiped them off gently. "No, it's not easy being gay. It took me a while to understand and accept it, to get to the point I'm at today. But there's only one thing you have to understand tonight."

"What's that?"

"How good this feels."

With that Ross pushes Skates flat on his back and starts kissing his lips, neck, and down to his nipples. Kissing and licking both until they were both erect. With his new love moaning and wriggling below him Ross slowly moved down Skates' solid stomach until he reached the erect cock and pulled the foreskin away from the top of the five-inch [13 cm] shaft, enjoying the beautiful sight in all its glory.

Gently he licked the precum up from the cockhead and slit. Ross sighed as he started swallowing Skates' erection, knowing it wouldn't take long, the first one never did. But hopefully it wouldn't be the last.

He quickly swallowed Skates' cock and started sucking on it. Within minutes he

Woke with a huge load of jism on his chest. He smiled at the memory of the dream. After drying himself off with his cum towel he turned over and went back to sleep with a big smile.

I would have liked to join him in the land of nod but I had work to do.

Despite the late hour Skates was lying awake in bed when I got there. I dove into his mind, slowing just enough to see he was wearing boxers and was physically fine. The boy's mind was a jumble. I made my way through, shutting out extraneous thoughts and conflicts until I came to the core. On the left was Ross, on the right was his abusive father, and in the middle stood his mother. All were smiling, as I helped him to sleep Skates was crying, inside and out.

I took him into a deep sleep for an hour and I rested as well, and then brought him to a REM stage

Ross and Skates were seated on the benches at the bottom of the steps leading to the LL Bean Outlet store. They're each eating a hot dog and sipping on a soda they'd bought from the man tending the stand there. They had shucked their shirts and their sweaty torsos glistened in the late summer sun.

"What's up?" Ross asked.

Skates shook his head.

"I'm the one you want to talk to bud."

"I know, but it's hard for me."

"Do you think it was easy for me to get this far? For my rents to accept their son's gay and not a fucking faggot?"

"I keep thinking about."

"Fuck your father, he was an asshole who didn't know nothing but beating you and your Mom," Ross shouted.

"Shouldn't talk about a man's daddy like that," the vendor said.

"Don't have a daddy, never did really. All he ever did was beat me. No my bud's right, it's time to put him behind me," Skates said and the man nodded.

"Who's in front?" Ross said standing.

"You are," Skates said standing. He stretched out his hand. "Take me to your house."

Ross took his hand, they took a step and were in Ross' bedroom.

"Teach me," Skates said.

Ross slipped his hands under Skates' shirt and pulled the boy toward him, looked up at Skates. Skates lowered his head and his lips kissed a boy's for the first time. He moved his hands to draw Ross closer and felt naked erection against naked erection. He marveled at how natural, how good, how beautiful it felt.

Skates reached down and took hold of his boyfriend's cock and began gently squeezing and stroking it. The pulsating tool felt like velvet. He felt Ross stroke his own cock and it felt better, ten times better than any of the times he'd jerked off.

Skates felt Ross' other hand on his butt cheek, and then run down his crack. When a fingertip touched his hole his cock exploded

And he woke up panting while his cock continued to erupt boy juice. When he finally settled down he stripped off his boxers and lay on top of his blanket stroking himself. He smiled as he remembered the dream. It grew as he understood and accepted his homosexuality. It grew wider as he remembered the sex and he yelled with joy as his second load of the night exploded over his chest.

In the morning he dressed exactly like he had in the dream and boarded downtown. Ross was waiting at the bench dressed as he had been.

"I dreamed about you last night," Skates whispered.

"I dreamt about you," Ross said as he ran his fingers down Skates' bare chest. "Do you want to forget about the boarding part?"

"And the eating and drinking part."

"Depends on what we were eating and drinking," Ross said and stood and drew the younger, taller boy to him. And as the first tourist bus drew up they had their first kiss.

The End