9/30/14
Slippery Fish
I was in a tree house owned by Zoe somewhere in the mountains of California. It was a hassle to get in, as I am paralyzed, but as dreams warp reality in mysterious ways I found myself inside the house sitting on the floor next to a futon that was reclined into a bed. There was supposed to be a party, but Zoe was no where to be found. Oliver and I had decided to stop by to check the scene, but as there was none to speak of, he decided to take a nap on the futon. We heard steps on the ladder and up through the trap door came a hippie couple. They introduced themselves and there was vague talk that Oliver was completely uninterested in, so he took off his shirt, wrapped himself up in the sheet and slipped off into dreams of his own. His head had hardly hit the mattress when the tall thin hippie guy removed his own shirt and spooned him outside of the sheet. Oliver didn't stir, which I thought was odd, but I had little time to ponder this when the blonde hippie girl removed her clothes and settled on the floor next to me. It wasn't such a bad turn of events in my mind--obviously the couple was hoping to enact their poly-amorous fantasies, and if Oliver wasn't going to complain, I certainly wasn't.
Suddenly my pants were off and she was straddling me with a blanket pulled around her waist. I was thrilled to find my penis half erect, a miraculous turn given my paralysis.
"Don't worry about it, I think this will work," the girl said and suddenly my half-chub was inside her. "Oh that feels nice," she said, but I could tell it was more for my benefit more than her actual enjoyment. I felt gratitude for her fib as she slowly gyrated, taking little notice when my member popped out like a slippery fish grasped too tightly.
Suddenly Oliver sat up and looked down at us.
"What are you doing," he asked with a look of shock on his face. I had no reply other than a sheepish grin as the hippie guy groaned and tried to coax him into lying back down. Without a word Oliver shrugged his shirt back on and looked at me with disdain. How could I have let another man spoon him in his sleep? We both knew this was no way to treat a friend.
He was up and down the ladder through the trap door before I could protest my innocence.
"Well that didn't go over very well," said the hippie guy.
Left alone with the couple I realized that I no longer wished to engage in this forbidden fruit, but without the help of Oliver I was stuck in the tree house with my wheelchair at the base of the tree below.
Suddenly Zoe arrived, entering from a room that had magically been added to the tree house.
"Hey Jasper, where'd Oliver go?" Zoe asked.
I stammered with a mix between guilt and the feeling of being trapped among awkward company.
"What a tight ass, did he just bounce?" Zoe asked and then chuckled to herself, shaking her head.
Without my wheelchair I couldn't get off the floor and even if I could I felt ashamed of my sticky thighs that I could only cover with the blanket left by the hippie chick. My pants had long since vanished.
Another couple came up through the trap door and Zoe clapped excitedly, "Let the poly party begin!" I felt anxiety creep up, pushing the needle near the panic line.
"You need to help me get out of here, I don't want to be part of this," I said.
"You seemed to enjoy it a moment ago," the blonde hippie girl said who was now sitting on the futon holding her boyfriends hand. Everyone was standing above me, but soon their attention shifted to each other and a chaotic orgy ensued. Hours went by in moments and I found myself viciously fending off the onslaught of homoproposals to the amusement of the cantankerous crowd. My pants, where were my fucking pants?
There were other segments to the dream, but that was the meat of it.
Slippery Fish
I was in a tree house owned by Zoe somewhere in the mountains of California. It was a hassle to get in, as I am paralyzed, but as dreams warp reality in mysterious ways I found myself inside the house sitting on the floor next to a futon that was reclined into a bed. There was supposed to be a party, but Zoe was no where to be found. Oliver and I had decided to stop by to check the scene, but as there was none to speak of, he decided to take a nap on the futon. We heard steps on the ladder and up through the trap door came a hippie couple. They introduced themselves and there was vague talk that Oliver was completely uninterested in, so he took off his shirt, wrapped himself up in the sheet and slipped off into dreams of his own. His head had hardly hit the mattress when the tall thin hippie guy removed his own shirt and spooned him outside of the sheet. Oliver didn't stir, which I thought was odd, but I had little time to ponder this when the blonde hippie girl removed her clothes and settled on the floor next to me. It wasn't such a bad turn of events in my mind--obviously the couple was hoping to enact their poly-amorous fantasies, and if Oliver wasn't going to complain, I certainly wasn't.
Suddenly my pants were off and she was straddling me with a blanket pulled around her waist. I was thrilled to find my penis half erect, a miraculous turn given my paralysis.
"Don't worry about it, I think this will work," the girl said and suddenly my half-chub was inside her. "Oh that feels nice," she said, but I could tell it was more for my benefit more than her actual enjoyment. I felt gratitude for her fib as she slowly gyrated, taking little notice when my member popped out like a slippery fish grasped too tightly.
Suddenly Oliver sat up and looked down at us.
"What are you doing," he asked with a look of shock on his face. I had no reply other than a sheepish grin as the hippie guy groaned and tried to coax him into lying back down. Without a word Oliver shrugged his shirt back on and looked at me with disdain. How could I have let another man spoon him in his sleep? We both knew this was no way to treat a friend.
He was up and down the ladder through the trap door before I could protest my innocence.
"Well that didn't go over very well," said the hippie guy.
Left alone with the couple I realized that I no longer wished to engage in this forbidden fruit, but without the help of Oliver I was stuck in the tree house with my wheelchair at the base of the tree below.
Suddenly Zoe arrived, entering from a room that had magically been added to the tree house.
"Hey Jasper, where'd Oliver go?" Zoe asked.
I stammered with a mix between guilt and the feeling of being trapped among awkward company.
"What a tight ass, did he just bounce?" Zoe asked and then chuckled to herself, shaking her head.
Without my wheelchair I couldn't get off the floor and even if I could I felt ashamed of my sticky thighs that I could only cover with the blanket left by the hippie chick. My pants had long since vanished.
Another couple came up through the trap door and Zoe clapped excitedly, "Let the poly party begin!" I felt anxiety creep up, pushing the needle near the panic line.
"You need to help me get out of here, I don't want to be part of this," I said.
"You seemed to enjoy it a moment ago," the blonde hippie girl said who was now sitting on the futon holding her boyfriends hand. Everyone was standing above me, but soon their attention shifted to each other and a chaotic orgy ensued. Hours went by in moments and I found myself viciously fending off the onslaught of homoproposals to the amusement of the cantankerous crowd. My pants, where were my fucking pants?
There were other segments to the dream, but that was the meat of it.
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