by Czeri
He wasn't sure how exactly he'd become the owner of the luxurious residence
because the last time he checked you actually had to have a lot of money to buy a
place like that, but that was the beauty of dreams - logic didn't apply as long
as you were asleep.
So, not bothered by the cost of the villa or even its geographical location,
Skinner continued down the steps until his bare feet sank in the warm, golden
sand of the small beach dividing him from the turquoise water. He really felt
like having a swim but quick assessment of the clothes he was wearing (white
linen pants with a black leather belt and a blue linen shirt) told him that he
needed to make a short break to get undressed first.
As he scanned the beach to find a proper place for a cloak-room, he noticed
something that instantly made him forget the sea altogether: a mere few feet
away, on a huge, fluffy towel there lay the most beautiful man in the world.
Well, Walter wasn't technically able to see that it was the most beautiful man
in the world because the man in question was lying on his stomach in an obvious
attempt to give his ivory skin a golden tone, but Skinner knew he was, with
that certainty typical of dreams. Besides, what he could see more than reinforced
his assumption because the body laid out so enticingly was simply perfect.
For a moment Walter just feasted his eyes on the long, sinewy legs, firm, round
ass, trim waist and broad shoulders of the sable-haired stranger. His
appreciative scrutiny was only broken when the man said softly: "You're going to
stand there all day or come over here and help me with the suntan oil?"
The voice sounded familiar but for the life of him Walter couldn't remember when
or where he'd heard the dark, husky tenor.
Finally deciding that it didn't really matter, he took the tempting invitation
and kneeled next to the not-quite stranger to do what he was asked to. The heated
skin under his hands was smooth and soft like velvet, contrasting beautifully
with the hard muscles underneath. Walter appreciatively rubbed the oil into the
perfect back, then moved lower to the powerful legs, deciding to leave the
exquisite ass for later, when he was confident that he actually had the right to
instigate such an intimate contact.
Unfortunately, by the time he ran out of yet unprotected skin, he was no nearer
the knowledge of what he was supposed to do. So he decided to take the risk.
He squeezed some oil on the very peak of one bare buttock, unless you counted the
skimpy, black thong the other man was wearing as an actual outfit, and watched
mesmerized as a few stray droplets instantly ran down the smooth globe to
disappear into the crease separating the luscious cheeks.
Chasing the intruding drops, Walter's fingers soon found their way into the
crease as well, which made the mysterious man moan softly and spread his legs
wide to give him more room to play. The invitation seemed obvious, yet, when his
fingertips made the first contact with the thin black string of the fancy
sunbathing suit, Walter froze and swallowed nervously, wondering how far exactly
he was allowed to go. That was the problem with dreams—they usually threw you
into some sort of situation without giving you a clue about what rules applied or
even whether it wasn't in fact a nightmare.
To Walter, whose cock was throbbing painfully in the by that time far too tight
pants, and who was hovering mere inches away from the object of his desire, yet
was separated from it by the ridiculously tiny obstacle, that last possibility
seemed more and more plausible. Even the heat had somehow grown more oppressive,
closing in around him and sticking to his skin, making him all the more aware of
what a blazing inferno his groin had become.
Staring intently at the string, Walter was almost surprised to see his thumb slip
oh so easily under it to rub the little pool of oil into the sensitive skin.
Guess I'd have never known until I'd tried. Walter concluded stoically, and,
growing bolder since no immediate protest had been voiced, let his fingers move
in wider and wider circles, until his thumb brushed gently against the other
man's anus.
"Christ yes! I thought you'd never get to the good part!" the stranger
-turned-lover exclaimed as a sweet shudder of pleasure ran up his body. "Why do
you think I'm wearing this ridiculously skimpy thong if not to make it easier for
you to ravish me?"
Because you're an exhibitionist? Walter thought, but kept the comment to
himself, instead saying out loud: "You should have been using edible suntan
lotion."
A gasp and another lovely shudder let Walter know that his beautiful lover had
understood and appreciated the implications of his remark. Pleased with himself,
Walter proceeded to rip the G-string off altogether and carefully slip one oily
finger inside the hot, tight channel he was hoping to plunge into really soon.
With uncanny precision Walter's fingers stroked exactly the places that had the
power to reduce his mysterious lover to incoherent moans and shameless begging.
It was almost as if his body knew the man and only his mind had problems with
identifying his dream-lover. The throaty little purrs the man was uttering every
time Walter caught his prostate, however, quickly deprived the AD of the presence
of mind required to ponder the problem any further.
Growling with mindless need, Walter tore off his clothes and finally covered the
delightfully squirming man with his body.
They fitted so perfectly to each other! Walter froze for a moment and simply
soaked in the sensation of all that velvety skin rubbing impatiently against him,
immensely enjoying the frenzy into which his passivity pushed his lover. It was
exquisite, the not-really-unfamiliar smell of the other man's body, the salty
taste of his neck, and most of all, the incredibly powerful feeling of having the
other so utterly at his mercy. It made Walter want to laugh out loud in pure joy,
something he hadn't done since his childhood.
"You want me?" he whispered into one elfin ear, knowing full well he was being an
insufferable tease and not giving a damn.
"Fuck yeah." his lover moaned yearningly. "Please take me now. I really need you
now..." the lovely ass started to rub against his groin impatiently, until
Walter's cock settled comfortably between the full, firm cheeks, which then
started to tighten around it in the most erotic massage the AD could ever
imagine.
"All right, you win." Walter growled finally pushed into action.
He lifted his pelvis a little, grabbed the base of his erection and carefully
entered the hot, tight channel fluttering and shifting around him until it
accommodated his cock perfectly.
They both moaned when the perfect union was achieved, and forced their
overwhelmed bodies to stay still so that they could regain some control over
their overloaded senses.
Walter was the first one to move, withdrawing a little and then pushing against
the sensitive little gland inside the other man with deadly precision.
Sure enough his manoeuver achieved the desired effect, stripping his lover of any
restrain whatsoever and making him moan and grab the towel in helpless ecstasy.
Such a violent reaction to the simple stimulus delighted Walter to no end. He
felt his body harden in readiness, like a tightly drawn spring, before it started
the delicious race to a total meltdown. His hips began to piston into the other
man's sweetly yielding flesh in a dizzying rhythm, stealing the breath from both
of them. Walter's heavy panting and his lover's open-mouthed, sobbing gasps
filled the air while their tingling bodies sunk deeper and deeper into the
shapeless, colorful land at the heart of which lay the truly Earth-shattering,
perfect orgasm.
When the ecstasy finally came, it sang through their joined souls like they were
one being, destroying them both and then recreating all over again before they
lost the ultimate union and came back into their spasming, shuddering bodies.
"I love you." the beautiful man moaned softly when he regained his breath a few
minutes later, the simple confession instantly removing all traces of regret at
the lost connection between them Walter might have felt.
"I love you too." he answered truthfully, nuzzling his lover's smooth neck and
then turning him around to take him into his arms.
The weakening waves of pleasure still washing through him made it difficult for
Walter to focus his eyes on the face of his dream-love, but he still managed to
recognize the achingly beautiful features of Alex Krycek before the very
surprised AD woke up.
alter Skinner was descending a few white steps leading from his villa to his
private beach.
