Beyond

It all started with the dreams. I didn't remember them at first, but I would awake aroused, my cock throbbing and rock hard. I didn't always indulge in my own *release*, at least not right away. It felt good to go throughout the day, with echoes of the dream drifting back to me, at first only fleetingly.

And it was like other people could sense it, too.

I remember having some terrific encounters, with all sorts of folks. It was just flirting, mostly.

One of the first times I noticed I had this effect on people, after having one of my dreams and existing in this kind of *hyper-sexualized state*... This older woman with dark hair practically eye-fucked me, as we were passing on the street. I'm not shy, but for some reason, I didn't turn around and look after she passed, nor did I go back and try and find her. But I *remember* her, and the naked greed that seemed present on her face.

Then again, at least back then I thought, maybe I had just imagined it.

But then it happened again, and again, with different, seemingly random people.

And it wasn't just women. I seemed to have the same effect on men, too (and, I dare say also on... no, no no no, I mustn't speak further). Anyway, this guy kept talking to me one evening while my friends and I were out dancing. I felt a kind of pull from him, and his gaze. At one point, he put his hands on my shoulders and massaged them gently. I don't mind a sensual touch, and was about to say something quite possibly inviting (something made me imagine those lips of his... wrapped around my shaft), but eventually my friends pulled me away and I didn't see him after that.

I seemed to attract sexually-charged people, too. After the funeral of a close relative of a friend, of all things, my friend's aunt held my hand as she was letting me out of the car. She looked into my eyes and offered me her comfort and asked if I needed anything. It wasn't even my relative who had passed away. My friend was in the backseat, and I'm pretty sure he *knew* what she was suggesting. I don't think I quite appreciated older women back then to the same degree, or else I may have taken her up on the offer. It was no surprise when I found out that she liked younger men, but it definitely was a moment that stayed with me for years afterward.

Another time, I was on vacation with some friends, and this much older woman took a special interest in me. My friends dared me to go with her, just to find out what her cabin was like. I wasn't curious enough to find out for myself, but I remember her kissing me unexpectedly out of nowhere, just a peck, but on the lips. I think she laughed at my surprise. I always wondered what it would have been like, but sadly, I was too interested in the younger women that were flouncing around.

The dreams got more intense and they engendered in me a desire for things beyond the typical. I started to have a preoccupation with threesomes and group sex. Anything along those lines, I would find incredibly diverting. I started to realize how open I was sexually, because it really didn't matter the genders involved. It could be all guys, or all girls, or any mixture of sexualities, genders, genitalia. It didn't matter, but the more definitely made me the merrier.

I eschewed more "vanilla" dating, in favor of meeting couples, and genuinely wanted to have a live-in threesome, throuple or group, which remained a fantasy for many years. I came close a few times, and am glad to hear those kinds of situation are more common nowadays compared to back then. The closest time I actually came to making things a reality, I wasn't yet ready to have an instant family. The one couple that did actually invite me to live with them full time were young parents. Unfortunately I don't think I would have been mature enough to be a good third partner and housemate, but I still think about them from time to time, and wonder where they are and what they're doing.

It was around this time that I met my long lost "uncle" Dallien. He wasn't really my uncle, but had been a close friend of my parents when I was growing up. We all used to joke that he was part of the family, until he moved abroad for a few years.

He used to watch all kinds of porn, and most of it was the stuff I liked, or didn't realize I liked. I remember the first time we watched one of his movies together, we were sitting on the couch next to each other and on the screen this lady in lingerie walked out. She had big tits, but down below in her panties was this big bulge. I knew what transgender meant, but this was the first time seeing anything like this.

I remember Dallie's leg was touching mine, and I remember feeling his thigh all warm against me. Although the porn scene was only one on one, it felt so deliciously naughty both of us watching this hot lady getting her big cock sucked. My eyes were glued to the screen, but I could see out of the corner of my eye Dallie was running his hands slowly down and started pulling and stroking at his hardening manhood. My own dick was already hard by this point, wonderfully straining against my clothing, and I could feel the wetness on the tip, soaking into my underwear.

I was nervous, and felt myself shaking in anticipation, as he started touching me all over. He ran his nimble fingers all and up down my body, first brushing his knuckles against a hard nipple underneath my t-shirt, then down along my chest, belly and finally lightly gripping my dripping cock and pressing the palm of his hand over the length of my penis. I think I shuddered and maybe even had a mini orgasm, as on screen the woman with the big cock was spewing cum in slow motion, the big cock head framed against her out of focus tits shaking in her bra. I took a ragged breath as he stroked me again, using his other hand to take my hand and put it on his now freed bare cock.

That first time, we did little more than jack each other off. I remember him being taken by surprise by his orgasm, the cum shooting upward in rivulets and landing on both our bare legs. I remember he used the cum to lubricate his hand as he jacked me off. I think it was the most amazing orgasm I had had up until that point; my cheeks clenched, held up above my rough clothes on the sofa, as I fired load after load out of his fist.

After that, we made it our little weekly ritual. He would come over when no one else was home, and we would watch various porn movies together, culminating in mutual blowjobs or other fun. Sometimes we would 69 and such each other at the same time. There's nothing like the feeling of a spasming dick between your lips, to spur on your own orgasm. But I also loved frotting his cock: his member had such a big and nicely formed head, it looked like this perfect specimen of a man's penis, and felt so good rubbing against mine, especially when it had one or both of our slippery spit or cum all over it.

Our favorite, that we started saving for special occasions, like one of our birthdays, was when he would lay the opposite direction, throwing one leg over mine, so that both cocks were together, length against length, and the most sensitive spots, the glans, touching glans. The first time we did this, he had this elastic rubber pool toy, that was kind of like this stretchy slick thing with water or something inside it, that would be all wobbly and slippery-- almost wriggling away like it was playing hard to get. He would slip both of our cocks inside it, and of course the first time, both of us just groaned right away. It was *just* like being in a single snug orifice at the same time.

I never needed any encouragement, but he would tell me things, things that he did, or wanted to do: sexual escapades, fun stories... deepest, darkest fantasies. He had a thing for twins, and incest. He would take about hot siblings or families we knew or had met, or had just seen in passing. Some of the time, I'd feel guilty afterward for getting turned on by it all, but then I guess he corrupted me, because I started doing it without him.

He told me that one time, he fucked a mother and her adult daughter separately but that one time when they were all drunk and high, convinced them to have a threesome. It sounded like some the best sex he had ever had, although all of them, even he, felt guilty right afterwards. He said that ever since then, though, he always had a fantasy of fucking an entire adult family, either one by one or at the same time: mother, daughter, father, son. I think he said he told the mother and daughter this and they blocked him and wouldn't return his calls.

He introduced me to all kinds of movies, too. Some of his favorites became my favorites: Taboo I and II, Debbie Does Dallas III, The Secret Garden, the Devil in Miss Jones V to name a few. I will say that there's something different about the previous eras' porn films. They're often more *honest* or real somehow than some of the more modern stuff. I don't know what it is.

The next time we did the thing with our dicks together, he had this especially made fleshlight, that was for two cocks. He slid it over us, a little bit of lubricating jelly squirting out from the bottom, and started stroking both of us. It wouldn't be long until we were both cumming into it, and he was just holding the fleshlight still, thrusting and fucking me that way... but the thing was, as the semen filled the interior, I could hear him whispering something: *oh god* and *my mother's name*. I remembered it for a long time after. As we were both cumming, he was whispering her name, over and over.

I don't think of her that way, or at least, I didn't until after *that*. I mean, I knew that he really liked her, and figured they must have had a history or something, but that was before I found out the whole truth.

And this is around the time the dreams started to get *wild*.

In my dream, I was in an orgy. I was receiving a simply gorgeous blowjob, and all around us were naked bodies. I had the notion that if I could stand up and look around at this flat, featureless plain, all around as far as I could see was this endless orgy. I mean, yeah, for someone like me, this literally could be a dream come true. I felt a hard cock thrusting into my right hand and in my left, my fingers were curled around the nipple of a soft breast. I was covered in a mixture of sweat and bodily fluids, as were my companions all around, and the symphony of moans and groans was exquisite.

The thing about it was, it all seemed so real. I remember the rough texture of an elbow that grazed against my thigh. I remember being tickled by the pubic hair of another on my bare upper chest. I felt like I could see every pore on the buttocks that shook as the vulva beneath them engulfed a beautiful cock, of which I had a deliciously close view.

And the orgasms in the dream miraculously kept happening. It must have be like what it's like for someone who is capable of being multi-orgasmic. I would cum, feeling the familiar sensations, and the rush and the ecstasy of the moment, and then it would just continue, reaching ever higher.

And the dream just went on and on and on like this for hours. You'd have thought I would have woken up exhausted, but no, it was one of the most restful evenings in my entire life up until that point.

Like I said, when I got up the next morning, I expected to feel drained or even just a little bit run down, but I found myself immediately seeking relief, with my hand. And immediately afterward, I still felt like I had stamina, and throughout the day, kept remembering the dream.

Dallien was in another country at the time, but it was sort of like he knew, because he video called me to see how I was doing. I of course immediately told him about the dream, and he listened in silence, a little smile playing on his lips. But then he said nothing, and just went on to tell me the stories that he usually does, of his escapades (mostly about those in the bedroom); the people he had met, the things he had experienced. He sipped a cocktail and told me about his experience sucking and being sucked in a daisy chain of about twelve or more bisexual couples and "ladyboys", but that he had sort of lost count. Then we both jacked off on camera, to commemorate both our experiences, and he told me that he wished I could have been there with him. And genuinely, as my hot cum lay in my outstretched hand, I wish I had.

Then the dreams got weirder. In the dream, I opened my eyes to find I was sliding completely naked along a fleshy furrow of some kind, the cylindrical walls around me were dark in color, but felt warm on my butt, back and legs, like flesh. They were viscous and wet with some fluid-like substance, allowing me to slide along, the vaguely sticky stuff was pooling in my armpits and groin as I slid forward.

All of a sudden, the fleshy tunnel opened up and I found myself deposited in to a wide chamber. As I got to my feet, I could see all around me in the murky gloom, there were others arriving by similar conveyance, slowly standing and meandering about. As I walked forward, I saw that unlike me, the figures were somewhat diminutive, not quite Little, but definitely a bit shorter in stature than I, but they were most assuredly not children.

As I stepped forward, not knowing where I was really going, I saw a woman coming toward me. She glistened a little bit in the half light, covered in the fluids from the channels whence we had come. A man followed close behind her, also slightly glistening. She approached tentatively, her shapely hips moving up and down along with her pelvis, her eyes wide and her mouth open in a small "O" of something like surprise or wonder.

I had to bend down as she came closer, she motioned like she wanted to tell me something. Her breasts grazed my chest as she leaned forward to kiss me and my erection was sandwiched between us. Her skin felt slick and wet and felt fantastic. But she pulled away suddenly, and wandered past, leaving the man standing in front of me.

He had very stocky legs and thighs, and like the woman his skin was unblemished, although he looked a little bit pale. I barely had time to react before he, too, was leaning up to kiss me. I'm sure I must have shivered in the bed where I was dreaming, because at the same time, he played with my nipple with one hand, and with the other he delicately touched my cock.

I think it was a kind of greeting or something, because I found myself doing the same in return, whereby he smiled and then kept walking past me, returning to following the woman.

Although I felt others approaching behind them, and had the impression I might have a string more of "greetings" if I had wanted, I decided to turn to follow the first two.

I caught up to them easily, my bare soles walking on the skin-like texture of the floor, and all I could think was how warm it was, how pleasant and cozy, like an embrace. Ahead, I could see the dimness was a bit lighter, although it was still hazy and hard to see, like a kind of gray darkness. Not only that, but all around, I could hear the sound of more of us sliding into the large chamber, wetly getting up; it was not an unpleasant sound.

Ahead, the woman had stopped and the man came to stand beside her, they were holding hands now. I went to the other side and took her other hand, and she looked at me briefly. She looked middle-aged, plump in all the right places, and though her breasts were small, her buttocks were finely toned and seemed perfectly formed. I could see a small star-shaped mole on the back of one of her shoulders, just above the shoulder blade.

Ahead of us, there was a large woman, not just full of figure, but equally tall, perhaps easily a head taller than I. Her hair was braided and fell all the way down her back almost to her waist. I thought of her as this big, tough, Viking woman, and maybe she was. She started walking forward as if waiting in a line, and headed toward this gently sloped area. An equally large, strong-looking and tall man turned and faced her, taking her hand in his and leading her to a small kind of platform where several others were already standing.

They seemed to be waiting, although one of them was already on her knees, and began servicing the big viking man that had walked up with the giantess. Then the edges of the platform sort of folded up like the petals of a gigantic flower, meeting at the top and effectively sealing the party in together, although they could just slightly be seen through the flesh-like fronds. Then the whole thing began moving, ever so slowly, down the slope and away. I craned my neck to try and see, as the big viking woman had just gotten down on all fours and her gigantic breasts were hanging beautifully silhouetted inside the enclosed flower.

Then, I felt my two neighbors moving and was carried forward with them to be welcomed into one of these flower-like conveyances just ahead of us. There was only a single occupant, which was slightly disappointing, but when I looked down, this man had not one, not two, but *three* cocks dangling between his legs.

As the petals closed up around us, we were transfixed by the man's miraculous endowment, and I guess even in this strange place, he had something special because the woman and man (I'll call them Auburn and Stocky) were staring, too.

Each of Three's members was medium-sized, and it seemed despite having three of them, he had the usual pair of testicles, though they seemed somewhat larger than normal. It looked as if his cocks could perform independently from one another, because he was currently stroking one and it had reached full hardness, while the others were hanging down and seemed to be only semi-erect. I wondered if perhaps he could only use one at a time, but as the three of us gathered toward him, he smiled up at us and I suspected we were about to find out.

Auburn knelt down and immediately began stroking one of Three's penises. He cooed appreciatively and Auburn greedily started licking and suckling first one member and then another. Three closed his eyes and nodded, laying his head back on the rough mound at the center of the flower conveyance, swallowing hard. He still had one of his three cocks in his hand.

As Auburn's cocksucking got more intense, he continued stroking the third dick, and we witnessed that it was possible all three could be hard at the same time. Then Auburn took two members by the base in one hand and put both in her mouth at the same time. Three groaned mightily and opened his eyes wide, watching her expert mouth work upon two of his three cocks at once.

By this point, Stocky had gotten down beside Auburn and was watching closely, hungrily, but didn't yet make a move to try and assist Auburn with her work. I did see that ol' Stocky had begun stroking his own singular member, which had already reached full hardness, as had mine.

Three opened his eyes, looked up and motioned to me to join the other two kneeling before him.

When I got into position, I felt someone began to stroke my cock as well, it was Stocky. *Five dicks for the price of three*, I thought, marveling at Three's incredible endowment up close. I took over from Stocky in stroking my own when he put his hand on Auburn's sex, which she had busily been playing with up until now. Over the next few minutes, with our free hands, we took turns touching and playing with her down there.

Then Auburn took Three's middle cock in her mouth, and used her hands to jack his other two, rolling her fist over and over the swollen heads again and again.

She was so vigorous in her attentions and seeming enjoyment, that I thought that we might only get to be treated to a show of Three's cocks spurting, which of course would not be disappointing in and of itself.

I could tell that Three wanted to thrust in time with her motions, but the nature of things being he couldn't, so he just kind of sat back and revelled in the sensations.