"That's more like it!" Takahiro seemed pleased, to finally get an appology from that wierd man. "Now you may sit down, and shut up, cause I'm not done talking just yet!" He calmly instructed the guy, then started walking around the room, thinking about what his next question was going to be. He wanted to ask him about so many things, well, mostly about how the heck he got there, and what he was really after.
He was starting to believe it was actually a dream, but he wasn't yet convinced about the whole sudden interest the spirit had taken in him thing. What could a dream spirit, privided this guy was one, actually find interesting about him? He was a nobody, just another face in the crowd, a John Doe, amongst all the people in the world...
"So" Takahiro pondered, while walking in circles "Tell me again, about how you got here, and what is it that you really came for..."

He walked over to the same armchair he had occupied before and sat down on it again, though this time he sat on its edge instead of leaning all the way back and getting comfortable, "You want me to go over it again?," he said "Alright, well like I said I was making my way through the dream realm, inspecting everyone's dreams for nightmares like I normally do and your dream stood out from the rest. It drew me to it. You see, a dream is a collection of images, ideas, and emotions which are different for every individual, it reflects who they are. I'm sure you know that already Takahiro," he said, smiling up at him. "As a dream spirit I can sense the soul of a dreamer. I guess what I mean to say is that I wanted to know the person behind this dream. I wanted to meet you."

It was a dream, his house was a dream, everything inside it wasn't real, the guy sitting on his chair wasn't real. Everything was just the result of his subconscious, hard at work, while he was, afely tucked in his bed, fast asleep. So, if everything was an illusion, he could do whatever he wanted, shape his reality however it suited his fancy.
He was no longer constrained by the rules of the real world. That was his own kingdom of dreams, his personal fantasy world, and he could do whatever he pleased. And, suddenly, he got the kinkiest idea ever. He hesitated a bit, but then he figured, why not go for it? Everything was just a dream. And that guy was really hot. Since he'd decided to pay him a visit, Takahiro thought he'd might enjoy himself, and have some fun with his guest.
So he went behind this Keith fellow, and gently started rustling his blond hair. He was gonna milk that dream dry.
"Well, Keith, if this is just my mind at work, then I suppose it wouldn't hurtif you endulged me, and played a little game with me" Takahiro whispered in his ear. "I'm kinda in the need for it, I want it really bad. So I want you to give it to me, good, and hard..."

"..........," Keith stood there motionless as the played Takahiro's words over again in his mind. Making sure he heard him right. "You want me to have sex with you?" Keith said as Takahiro's warm breath ghosted over his ear and he pressed his body to his. His breathing was already starting to come more rapidly and he could feel his cock starting to harden. "A-are you sure?," Keith asked as Takahiro continued to run his hands through his hair. He gulped, trying to hold back, but feeling his shaky restraint starting to crumble.

"What's the matter stud? Too bold of a request for you?" Takahiro inquired, then began to lick the man's ear lobe, while his hands slid upwards, kneading Keith strong pecs. He came to enjoy teasing that dream spirit, and hearing his loud panting sounds.
"The thing is, in the real world, I have to be an upstanding fellow, a kind and productive member of society, a door mat, for everybody's dirty shoes. At the very least, I should think I deserve the right to enjoy myself in my dreams, and be a filthy slut, if I want to be. Besides, it's not like I'm asking you to feel something for me. I'll probably wake up in the morning, without remembering a thing from this dream, and you'll be gone forever, so I might as well take this unique opportunity, and actually get live a little, for once in my life."
Tahakiro then slipped both his hands, under the man's shirt, all the way up to his nipples, which were already standing hard, and began tweaking and caressing them, while hearing Keith moan. He felt himself getting hard, just thinking about those lovely nipples.
"So, you see, mister dream spirit man" he want ahead, whispering into Keith's ear again "If you truly are who you claim to be, and if your job is to help peple have good dreams, then you have to help me as well. Poor little old me, with my boring dream, I never would have gotten a good nights rest. But, now that you're here, I'm sure everything will run smoothly. Now, lift your hands over your head."
The man complied, and Takahiro slowly took off his shirt, revealing the hottest torso he'd ever seen. "I'm so happy you weren't naked to begin with, because that would have taken away all the fun. But now, I'll get to strip you of your clothes. And I hope you're wearing a really tight, black pair of thongs, as I intend to shred them with my own teeth, and have a taste of you big meaty manhood. You'd like that wouldn't you?"
Takahiro threw the man's shirt on the floor, then went in front of him, kneeling by his side. "I'm sure even a dream spirit like you needs a good f*** every now and then. So, why not use me to satisfy your needs? Well, got nothing to say, hottie? That's just fine, cause I like my men to be strong, but silent." he added, opening his mouth, so as to suck on one of those tasty nipples.
But just as he was about to take it in his mouth, he heard a strange, repeating sound, echoing in his ears.
"Beep, beep, beep!"
"What the?"
Takahiro suddenly opened his eyes, gasping for air, as if he'd been held under water for all that time. He was shocked to discover he was in his bed., and it was already morning. His glasses were on the bed table, the window was closed, and the damn alarm clock was ringing. He smacked it with his fist, and the blasted contraption finally stopped. But he found he had another problem. It was seven thirty am.
"What! I'm gonna be late!!!!"

Unexpectedly Keith could feel himself flying backwards, he landed hard on his behind on a solid surface. When he opened his eyes he saw that he was back in the dream realm, in front of him floated a large black screen whose rippling surface solidified a second later. He had been forcibly ejected from the dream, Takahiro must have woken up.

He just sat there staring at it blankly, breathing hard, heart racing, and still hard as a damn rock. He thought back to what Takahiro had just done to him. How he touched him, those hands on his body, that hot breath in his ear, what pleasures that sensual tone promised and he couldn't help himself. He let loose a deep groan as he gripped his bulge through his underwear, now the only article of clothing he had on. He quickly stripped them off, not even having enough sense about him to just make them disappear. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt this way. Takahiro was right, he needed this too. He needed him.

He grabbed his cock and gasped at the sensations. He lay on his back, stroking himself fast and rough, going over the areas Takahiro had just touched just moments ago and imagining that he was right back in that room. A few moments later and Keith was already at the edge, he could feel his climax approaching fast and raced to meet it. Tugging at his rod, he desperately bucked and thrusted into his own hand. His release hit him hard and he arched completely off the ground, spurting all over himself as he yelled out Takahiros name, drowning out the noise from the dreams.

He tired to catch his breath as he lay completely limp on the floor, covered in his own semen. He didn't have the strength to do anything but lay there, any nearby lucid dreamers would have seen quite a sight.

Keith couldn't wait until he met up with Takahiro again....

"This bites wind!" Takahiro let out a most dramatic sigh, resting his head on the table for a few moments. Luckily for him, every worker had their own separate cubicle otherwise he never would have had the courage to take a short break from that mountain of papers on his desk. Well, alright, it was more of a tower, but he found himself in the mood to blow things out of proportion that day.
Besides, it started off in a pretty crappy manner. He was late, then the boss called him into his office, and began lecturing him about his obligation, as an employee of the company, to uphold its principles and follow the rules, set for the entire staff.
“I’d sure love to see the day your precious son decides to abide by your precious rules” he mumbled on a low tone of voice, hoping nobody would hear him. He was so fed up with working like a dog. And there was that man, the dream spirit guy. Or so he clamied to be. But who, or what was he, really? A figment of his imagination? If so, he simply had to be the hottest imaginary guy he’d ever dreamt up.
He suddenly felt his cheeks warming up, as he vaguely remembered a few scenes from his dream last night. He was ready to have sex with a man he’d never met before. Heck, he wasn’t even real to begin with. The story of his life. Everything he wanted, he just couldn’t seem to get, so it only seemed logical for it to work the same way when it came to his private life as well.
He felt like hitting himself over the head with something hard, for having missed the opportunity to have some fun, for once in his life. He should have jumped the guy, and had his way wth him, but no, he had to drag it along, til the alarm clock rang. He couldn’t help but wonder if he would ever see that guy again…

Keith let out a frustrated huff as he paced restlessly inside of the room. He was back on patrol, but for all of the concentration he devoted to his duties he might as well not have even been there. Luckily for the dreamers of this current enclosure, it was day in that part of the human world and the majority of people were wide awake and carrying out their various routines, there were no nightmares to be had here; though Keith wished that he could say that his own mind was free of chaotic thoughts. It had been hours since his and Takahiro’s unexpected separation, but Keith still hadn’t managed to calm himself down.

After the expulsion from the other man’s dream and the masturbation afterward Keith had lay on the floor watching Takahiro’s dream for a long while, hoping to once again see the window framed night sky present itself on its blank surface, but as one by one the surrounding dreams flickered out as well he had no choice but to get up, clean himself off, and continue his work. He soon realized that the encounter with Takahiro had had a dramatic effect on him: his mind was plagued with perverse sexual thoughts and images. He was being affected by the handsome occupants of dreams he had to enter, whereas normally he would have paid their attractiveness no mind, he now had to work hard to suppress his urges, heck, even his fellow dream spirits had begun to look appealing to Keith! What was happening to him? He continued his absentminded meandering as he tried for the umpteenth time to rid himself of those persistent feelings…

"Man, my ass is begging for man meat!" Takahiro thought as he was walking back home from another exhausting day at work. He covered his face in shame, realizing what he'd just said. It was so unlike him. And yet, he couldn't help wanting to explore that strange, but nonetheless pleasurable feeling. Takahiro was aroused, more like hungry, desperately craving for a man. It was desire, it was lust, burning inside of him, like a cold fire. But while his body cred out for another like him, his mind was set on only one man, namely that Keith fellow. That splendid male, the perfect specimen. Well, almost perfect, as Takahiro felt he could use a few improvements here and there, nothing a touch of creativity couldn’t fix.
But it was pointless to carry on fantasizing about something or someone you couldn’t have. The guy must have been nothing more than an illusion, brough on by his subconsciuos desire to do something shocking, something exciting, and out of the ordinary, for once in his life. Truth be told, he felt free, powerful, in control, he could feel the rush of adrenaline, as he was teasing that animal. Keith just had to be an animal, in bed that is. He figured Keith might very well be that wild and repressed side of his personality. Vigorous, virile, handsome, outspoken, unlike him, a loser, a coward, a nobody.

Keith looked down at his watch anxiously, it was getting close to 10:00pm in Takahiro’s part of the world, only a few more hours to go until he could get what his body desperately needed. He was paying even less attention to his surrounds now that their impending reunion was drawing near. That was the case until a strange noise piqued Keith’s interest. He knew immediately what it was, knew that now wasn’t the time to be investigating anything of the sort, considering his current condition, but obligation to his work (or at least that’s what he told himself) and curiosity had Keith floating up high to the dream where the sound was coming from. His eyes were instantly drawn to the two men humping hard and fast on the floor of what appeared to a large changing room in a department store. The bottom had his face buried in a small pile of clothes, trying to quell the small whimpers issuing from his mouth, lest someone nearby overhear them. The top was bent completely over his lover, his stomach and chest pressing against his back as he nibbled and sucked the others neck furiously, which already had numerous hickeys on it. Keith seemed to have caught them at the end of their vigorous activity as the thrusts were beginning to come unevenly as the male neared orgasm, he reached around to his partners erection and jerked him off at a dizzying pace until they both came. Keith groaned longingly as he watched the two shudder and convulse as they rode out their orgasm, resting the palm of his hand against the screen, like doing so would allow him to feel a fraction of the pleasure they were experiencing. Suddenly the scene shifted and the one that was dominating before was now on his knees in front of a Gloryhole in a small booth of some shady Adult Video store, his body covered with dried semen. A TV screen embedded into the wall was displaying some porno, and the man watched it without much interest, occasionally rubbing his cock as he waited silently for his next visitor to arrive. Shortly after, a door in the adjacent room opened and shut; the man fidgeted with excitement as he heard the distinct sound of a zipper being pulled down. His eyes lit up as the stranger stuck his flaccid penis through the hole and he proceeded to suck on it with gusto until it became hard. Keith was panting now as he watched the scene unfold, how he wished that he was the stranger being serviced in that room, he pressed his fingers into the screen and they slowly penetrated its surface.

He gasped as he realized what he was about to do and yanked his hand back like something had burned him and let himself fall to the ground below, landing on his feet with a hard thud. Maybe that shock would knock some sense back into him! No, no this wasn’t right. He was just about to have sex with that man, it was bad enough that he had watched, but to take it one step further! It was unforgiveable! He quickly distanced himself from the dream, not wanting to tempt himself further. “I’m acting like some hormone crazed teenaged human boy!” he exclaimed loudly. This was ridiculous! He was a dream spirit, he’d be damned if he was going to let his desires get the best of him like this, making him want to fuck anything that moved. No, he was saving that for one person and one person only. He checked his watch again, it was almost that time….