Shameless

Wet Dreams

Cristian was still partially in the dream when an arm wrapped around his body from behind and the hand pressed on his chest. He and Isaac were back in the wine cellar, but this time when he begged Isaac to kiss him, the guy granted his request. I gave him a long and forceful kiss. Their sweet, velvet tongues dance wickedly within each other's mouths, vying for supremacy. Isaac's muscular hands had openly explored Cristian's as if he were a place uncharted, crushing him against the wine rack.

The cellar was full of exploding gasps and sobbing groans as the two men pulled at each other's garments, exposing scorching skin until there was nothing between them except air and sweat. As Cristian's legs curled around Isaac's waist, Isaac held him by the back of his legs and hoisted him off the floor. When Cristian felt the thick, oozing tip of Isaac's firm shaft pressing between his butt cheeks, a piercing whimper escaped his shaking lips.

"Say it, that you want me to f**k you, Cristian," Isaac whispered sensually. Cristian's ear was burnt by Isaac's hot breath, and the man's lips were sucking at his earlobe. "Say you want me inside of you."

Cristian had clutched Isaac in need, his powerful thighs wrapping around his waist and pulling him hard. "f**k me, Isaac... please," he pleaded without hesitation or remorse. "Please... I'd like to have you inside of me... I'm desperate for it, baby. "

"Tell me you're not embarrassed by your desire for me, Cristian." Isaac pressed his face against his neck, his body trembling with the desire to penetrate him, to own him.

Cristian had buried his finger in Isaac's back, grasping it firmly as he placed his quivering lips on Isaac's back. He softly said, "I'm not embarrassed," and to his surprise, there was almost no shame at all.

Isaac had licked Cristian's neck, spread his butt cheeks using his fingers as he held Cristian in place, and started to slowly compress his hardness into Cristian's will as he pressed closer to him.

Just outside of the dream, Cristian moaned openly when he held his chest, Isaac's name quivering on his lips, preparing to cry out loud as Isaac slowly made Cristian his own within the dream.

Cristian trembled as his lips reached his ear. When a sweet voice whispered, "You awake, sweetie?" He grabbed his hand and squeezed it firmly against his chest, about to moan Isaac's name.

A woman’s voice.

Ashly.

When Cristian realized it was Ashly, not Isaac, who was cuddling him, he gulped and his eyes jerked wide, unable to resist the wave of disappointment that washed over him. Whatever absence of shame he'd acquired in the dream was lost when a tidal of humiliation and guilt poured down on him, nearly drowning him.

He struggled to stifle a low, choked gasp that had stuck in his throat before it could be heard. Yes. He muttered something. Cristian didn't turn around to face her because he didn't want her to see or feel his huge erection. He wished he could reach down and touch himself because it hurt so much.

Tears welled up in his eyes, and he felt compelled to cry because he needed to relieve himself. How could he have such a severe illness in such a short period of time? Is it all due to a chance meeting with one man? Even though he felt secure enough to date men, that wouldn't be Isaac. He was never even a Cristian kind of guy.

"Are you feeling better now, sweetie?" Near his ear, Ashly muttered. Her hand was around him and she embraced him tightly.

No. He, on the other hand, lied. "I do." He needs to knock over and touch her body, proving to himself that she's still the only one he wanted. That he felt even a tiny little bit of desire for her. But he felt nothing while her hand touched his chest and her lips stroked the slope of his shoulder.

His crotch began to throb more intensely and his heartbeat quickened only when he closed his eyes and pictured Isaac's lips and fingers on him.

I'll do anything for you, God. Please don't let anything like this happen to me. Please don't let me fall.

"Sweetie?" Ashly started her anxiety, visible in hushed tones. "You're trembling. "What's the matter, Cristian?"

He could not even stop the tears from streaming down his face. Cristian rolled over and embraced her, drawing her tightly into his arms and screaming as he buried his head in her neck.

"What is it, sweetheart?" With a stroking motion of his head, Ashly muttered. "Can you tell me why you're crying?"

"I'm terrified, Ash." He mumbled erratically.

"What are you afraid of?" Ashly took a step back and cupped Cristian's face in her palms. "What are you talking about, Cristian?"

He locked his attention on her. It pained his heart to see just how much she depended on his love for her, just how much she believed he only loved her. He'd basically deceived her by pleading with Isaac to kiss him. What would he have done with the man if he had the chance? Is it possible that Isaac wished to pursue it further? Cristian already knew the answer, but couldn't accept it himself.

 "I'm afraid of harming you, Ash," he sobbed quietly. ‘I'm worried I won't be the partner you desire and require. I don't really want to disappoint you. "

Nothing? Cristian hoped he could trust what he was hearing. What would she do if he came out to her immediately and declared to her he was gay? That he was one of the people he despises?

The gays with whom she was so ashamed to be associated? What might she think if he showed her how much he needed Isaac to kiss him and touch him in ways which weren't normal for a guy to do?  Is she still certain that there isn't anything they can't overcome?

"I understand." He said it in a heavy tone. "All I want to do is make sure I don't let you down."

"You aren't going to." Ashly brushed his lips lightly and closed his eyes, hoping for the tickling emotions that should accompany a kiss from the woman you're about to marry. But, once again, nothing was found. It's all just lifeless air. Her gentle lips didn't have the same effect on him as Isaac's had in the cellar when his entire existence shimmered and burned as he waited for the guy to kiss him properly.

Then why hasn't he done so? Why had he simply gone away? Did bringing Cristian to the point of submission, wherein he would do anything for one little kiss and then leave immediately, leaving Cristian unsatisfied, offer him an ego trip? Did he expect Cristian to chase him down and come pleading for it? Did Isaac truly attempt to get Cristian to chase him? The man, on the other hand, would have to wait for a long time since Cristian would never jeopardize his reputation by pursuing the man.

He'll be damned if he does!