Dream'd - largetwink

Chapter 1 - dream'd

Dream’d
[This is a dream that I had a few days ago and I wanted to broadcast it somewhere and I think this is the best place to broadcast it. It’s not a WG story. FIRST OFF, THIS STORY STARTS 3 YEARS IN THE FUTURE.]

The dream started with me on a plane, I was going to Portland from New York on a small private jet. The jet was for some reason had to be landed. I was in this small town in the Mid-West.

I made my way to the airport to see where I was. [The area was with such a small population it was unincorporated] it was called Braulington.

I made my way to the terminal. I looked at my phone and there was only 1 bar of 3G. I tried to look for a hotel but, there was no luck so I’d look around and hopefully the plane would be ready. I made my way outside the airport then one of the receptionists calls me in and tells me the plane’s ready to leave. I made my way back to the plane and off we went. I went to Portland for a meeting then back home to Australia.

AROUND A MONTH GOES BY.

I was approached by a publisher to publish my next book. This company wanted to pay for absolutely anything for the sakes for my book deal and already confirmed movie series to be alongside it. They were talking about things that they paid for other writers and said even a home in the middle of nowhere.

A lightbulb went off right above my head [remember this was a dream] and I mentioned the town of Braulington. How they wouldn’t know me and, the isolation. One of the people gave me a cheque for the home right then and there.

TWO MONTHS GO BY.

I made my way off the plane in one hand clutching a pair of keys and a few pages giving details on my new home that I bought with the cheque. In the other a pair of leads for my pair of Corgis.

I met with the real estate agent. Carol Smith.
The sheer smallness of this town of 38 was the fact that she was the area’s ONLY real estate agent, postal worker, and notary public within an hour’s drive. While her husband Chris Smith was the only mechanic with-in a 2-hour drive and the ‘mayor’ of this small area.
The agent was also my neighbour to my left. But, between us was about a kilometre of grass and wheat between the front doors. So, to say that the area was private was an understatement.

I made it to my house. It was a double story that looked to be built in the 1940’s but, I knew that I would renovate it after I finish my book If I like the isolation.

I said goodbye to Carol and started with moving boxes that came a few days before me while she grabs her SOLD sign with her face plastered on it.

TWO DAYS LATER

I had nearly cleared all of stuff. I had a desk, chair, a few reams of printer paper, fax machine and my MacBook. That’s all that I needed anyway. I wrote out the plan and started with the first steps.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

I open the door to see Carol and Chris. They welcomed me to the area, they told me about the area and the people. It was mostly gossip but, I didn’t care. I had no internet let alone reception, so I was happy to be entertained about what the lady across the street was doing to get her husband to stay and all that.

They were sweet as can be and I 100% knew that they didn’t know who I was and that was nice. Judging by their satellite phones I didn’t think they knew.

The two left and about an hour later my electric ute (truck) came. A brand-new Rivian R1T in a BRIGHT neon Blue. I went out to sign for it and the car dealer left. I tried it out for a drive and when I came back, I see an unfamiliar face and he says in his mid-west accent “Wow that’s a cool truck. Congrats on the new car” I get out and say “Thanks, I wanted a truck to match my new life.” The two of us start laughing.

I make my way to the fence and so does he. “The name’s Mike” “[I am not using MY real name so let’s go with Hugo] Hugo”

Mike was the hottest man I had ever seen. Rugged Reddish Brown hair matching his Glistening blue-green eyes, the most symmetrical face, a short yet rugged beard, the whitest and pearliest teeth matched with an amazing pair of lips, all matched with the most chiselled jaw and face set with dimples and a chin [contour] which was nothing compared to the contour of his abs, pecs, and arms. He was wearing a shirt that was almost magnetised to his contoured body with the sweat of his hard labour.

He asked me “So you’re the new guy?” I replied “Yeah. I live in Australia.” He replied. “Live?” I replied “I bought this house to write my book series. It’s about an evil tech company so, I researched that this area doesn’t have a tech company within sight.”

He laughs “It’s very quiet but, it’s worth it city boy. So, my mum sold you the house, right?” I replied sarcastically “Yeah, the large sign that says SOLD with your mother’s face on it means that another agent sold it to me.” We both laugh.

The two of us were laughing and chatting. Mike and I spent an hour or so talking about everything. I knew a few things about him like he has never stepped foot out of Braulington, like EVER. He is the same age as me (SO I am 23 in this story FYI) and that he is getting married to a woman that he has known since her birth, A 19-year-old named Madison.

So, we planned to chat at my house. In a few hours. When I was writing the story, I almost mimicked a character after him, I felt that he and the town might not like it and get the wrong impression of me. I wanted to come and leave on good terms because, I wanted to spend times away from the press in Braulington. So, I restarted the story entirely and then I got a [KNOCK, KNOCK]. It was Mike. I closed the MacBook and made my way to the door and opened it.

“Hey dude” I exclaimed. And he said “Hey Bro” in his deep almost burly voice. He came in and I instantly told him the mistake and how I was restarting the story and he was almost insulted he said “You got rid of me” I laughed. I told him that I didn’t want to start off on a bad foot with him and the town and the idea of escaping the press in Burlington.

The look on his face was like he saw a ghost. At this point I thought he knew me but, he stated “You’re famous?” He continues “I don’t know why I thought famous people would be more mean and would want them to know they’re famous” I state “Yeah, I know people like that.” I add. “They’re weirdly sweet if you’re more popular than them.” We start laughing.

We sat down on my IKEA couch, and we talked for a while. Then the topic of his fiancé Madison came up. I learned that Mike and Madison were the only people their age in the area. Mike also told me about this life that she’s going to give him. I asked him “So does she make you feel in love?” and he responded with “Yeah… I think so.”

He continues “I don’t understand sometimes how people feel in love” I replied “It’s just a feeling. You heart starts racing, your hands get sweaty, you smile almost uncontrollably when even if you think about them let alone when they’re nearby. You just know because it’s so dam obvious.” I looked at him.

He looks at me and asks, “How many women made you feel that way Hugo?” I responded “Zero. Because I...” I look at him and say, “dude I am gay.” He said, “don’t be rude. You’re not gay.”

I said to make him realise “Mike I am a homosexual. I have sex with men silly. I am gay.” He laughs and goes “really? I thought the homos were swishy. no offense?” I respond “Gay men are men… We can be swishy but, most nay, some aren’t.” We chuckle.

He looks at me and I don’t know why I felt like things had changed for the worst. I knew that the times hadn’t fully caught up here but, hopefully my intuition would be wrong.

Mike point and informs me “I think your dogs want to go come in? They’re at the door” I chuckle and stand up and he stands too. I opened the door and left it open and made my back to the couch.

To see Mike still standing now focusing on his hands. I responded, “Is everything alright?” He adds “I’m not hurt. I’m fine.” He looked at me and it hit me. I made my way right beside him and before I knew it Mike kissed me.

I knew that I liked him, and I continued the kissing, the two of us kissed for more than 2 minutes straight. I felt his almost drenched palms and he felt mine.

We let go of our embrace. Mike asked, “I liked that. Do you want to do more?” I replied, “Kissing or a Blo-“He instantly replied “Sex!” I replied, “I’d love to” He held my hand and Mike added, “I think I know why I wasn’t in love with Madison” as we went upstairs, I added “Tell me in the bedroom.”

I grabbed the condoms and lube from the ensuite and make my way back. I remarked, “I am happy to guide you.” Mike replies “Thank Jesus.” I replied “You can stop at any point and if you have any questions ask me. This isn’t straight sex.” He replies, “ok babe.”

I take off my clothes and look at Mike’s pants coming off and his abs were better than I could have ever imagined let alone his penis. It was like 3 cans of soda on top of each other in length and width. “Thank Jesus” I exclaim. Mike laughs “What are you talking about” I reply with enthusiasm, “Your penis is like a trio of coke cans babe.”
He laughs and replies “It’s just my penis.” I replied “I know babe”

I laid on my bed on my back and he inserted in his penis in my hole and OH MY GOD. [I am glad that I couldn’t feel it hahaha]

The two of us finished up and he left right after.
I was so scared that I had stepped over the line.

TWO DAYS LATER

I sit typing up my first chapter of my story on my desk. Then I hear a knock [KNOCK, KNOCK].
I get up to the door and open it to find Mike. He kisses me and says “I realised what I want in life. You.”


I woke up in a cold sweat on the night of the 16th of December 2021.

I dreamt that so vividly that I had to document it with the world. Like my first story over a year and. A half ago. Thank you all so much for standing by me as I create these vivid tales.

I hope that one day I can document my own story rather based on a dream but, on my reality.

Happy New Year!
As always PLEASE Stay Safe!

From @LargeTwink.