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Calvin's Dream

Dreamed c.1960? by Calvin

INTRODUCTION

The following account is one of the strangest and most graphic I've received. It was accompanied by this note:

Dear Sir:

This is in answer to your "secret-sex" query. I am a preacher in a town in the South. I wanted to tell you about my sex dream. This is the story. I have written sexy stories based on other dreams I have had for several pornographic publications. I hope this will fit into your book and research.

Sincerely in the Lord,

Calvin

I tend to believe the boast of having written pornographic stories--judge for yourself by the detail and obvious "porno" style.

--Tom Anicar

SOURCE: Secret Sex: Male Erotic Fantasies, edited by 'Tom Anicar' (Thom Racina), 1976, pp 83-87. His queries in the mid-70s drew correspondents between 18 and 57 years old with most in their 20s and 30s, so Calvin's adolescent dream below probably dates to around 1960 give or take five years.


CALVIN'S DREAM

I'll tell you about the best sex dream I ever had. I'm a man of the Lord, a preacher. My parents were evangelists and I was brought up on the Bible. When I was in my late teens I once went off by myself for a day in the forest, in the woods. I unzipped my pants and pulled my dick out of my shorts and let it hang free down between my legs. Yes, my friend, preachers' sons need to get some stimulation too. The sun filtered through the trees, and I looked down to see my cock glowing above the dark colors of the fallen leaves. I opened my pants and pulled my shorts down to my knees and then sat down on the ground and fell back to the grass. I started rubbing my balls with one hand and playing with my cock with the other.

I beat off. I came fast, and let it squirt all over my hands and balls. I didn't care. I figured I would wash up before supper at the parsonage. It felt good. Warm and sticky and different. I had never done anything like it before because I had been fed the fear of the Lord. I closed my eyes, with my hands still on my cock, and drifted off to sleep...

All of a sudden the trees turned into people. They were all standing there, dressed, as I lay in the middle of the woods with my hands on my naked abdomen. They started moving in closer and closer, till they were gathered around me and there was no more sunlight...

"Look how big it is!" a voice said.

"Oh, I'd give anything to have a dick like his!'

"I want to be fucked by that!"

"Do you think the thing is twelve inches?"

"Fifteen, I'll bet."

"I want to suck it."

"Can we touch?"

Words like that were filling the air. I reveled in it. I started playing for them. I stroked my cock and lifted my balls and wriggled my ass in the leaves. I still couldn't see the faces.

The huddle they had formed had obliterated their faces. I could see only a small patch of sunlight in the center of the heads.

Then they parted and moved away. Suddenly they weren't people any longer, but trees. And I was lying there--with my hard cock in my hands. I sat up, astonished.

"Where did everyone go?" I asked softly.


"I'm still here," a soft feminine voice said from behind me.

I turned around to find a beautiful young girl there. She was dressed in a soft white nightgown and stood on an old tree stump. Her skin was very pale, very light, and her eyes were like none I had ever seen.

"You are very beautiful," she said, holding out her hands to me. I got up and started walking to her. But my pants were down around my ankles, and I almost fell.

"Take them off," she said.

I stepped out of my boots and removed my pants. I stood there in-nothing but my socks and my plaid lumberjack shirt.

My cock was hard. My balls were slippery with come.

"Come here," she ordered.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"I don't have a name," she whispered as she stepped to the ground and slowly lifted her nightgown over her head.

"You're beautiful," I mumbled.

"I want that huge cock in my cunt," she whispered, spreading her pussy lips with her fingers.

Her cunt was pink and juicy. The lips were thick and full and surrounded with soft light hair. Her hips were alabaster, classic, sculptured. She had small breasts with tight little nipples that pointed up to the sky. Her blond hair floated all over the leaves on which she was lying, and her deep eyes stared at me with passion. There was something about her face that looked familiar. She reminded me of someone.

I knelt down between her legs. Then I bent down and kissed her, and as I did, my cock found her cunt lips all by itself and fitted between them. We didn't use our hands at all.

Our bodies moved together as if they had done so a thousand times. It was as if we were one, a strange feeling. My cock slid up her without stopping, and filled her totally, completely.

She sighed and pressed her face against mine. I kissed her neck as I started moving my hips, pumping into her with all the strength I had, slowly, hard, giving her all I had.

"Calvin, oh, Calvin, I knew it would be like this," she whispered.


"I love fucking you," I said, biting on her earlobe, sliding my tongue over her neck. Her breasts pushed up against my chest, and I could hear her heart pounding and feel the rock-like little tits scratching against me.

"Oh, fuck me, brother, fuck my pussy hard," she breathed just as though she were in the congregation.

I shoved into her with all my might. Twigs under her ass snapped. I kicked my feet in the leaves. The whole forest was silent, and my head was spinning. I was on the brink of a great orgasm, but I wanted to hold it till she came.

I stopped moving and played with her tits, letting her slow ass movements cause my cock to rub gently against her little hard clit. She was becoming more and more excited by the moment. "Feel my cock in you!" I said, flexing my muscles so my dick jumped inside her cunt.

"I love it! I LOVE IT!" she squealed, and brought her feet up around my back. She held them there, so her pussy was spread flat against my pubic mound, and my cock was in her to the hilt. Her cunt seemed to grab at my cock like a thousand little mouths, all sucking hard.

"I'm going to come! I want you to come!" I yelled, and my voice echoed through the trees, just like a sermon.

Again the trees had turned to people. They were all watching closely, looking down at us as we fucked. I started fucking her hard, now that the people were watching--I was on stage again, I was in front of the congregation. They were watching my ass and my balls and my cock sliding in and out of her steaming young cunt.

"Throw it to her!" someone shouted.

"Make the cream shoot out her nose!" another voice said.

"FUCK HER!"

"FUCK HER, THE LITTLE MOTHERFUCKER!"

"Stick it to her!"

I was really heated now. I pumped hard, hard, harder. She breathed deeply and clawed my shoulders. Her cunt was wet and throbbing ready for my sperm.

"Stick it to her, boy. Screw her to the ground!"

"Praise Jesus!"

"Fuck her! Fuck her!"

My head spun. Were we in the meeting hall, in church?


"Lookit this!" a man shouted. "Preacher's boy's fucking his sister!"

Sister? I slammed my cock in, feeling my balls tighten. What are they saying?

"Fuck me, brother! Fuck me like Dad fucked Mom!" She clawed at my back and pressed her lips to mine. I pulled up, still pumping my near-shooting cock into her hot cunt. I looked at her closely. Now I knew who she looked like. I knew why she had looked familiar. She looked like me! The thought stunned me. "OH, GOD!" I screamed, and pulled out of her. I jumped to my feet just as my climax erupted. I saw the jism shooting out of my cock, hitting her, covering her with drops of dewy come.

"Cover me with your load, Calvin," she moaned. "Cock juice me all over! Give me your spunk!" She wiped the white stuff all over herself.

I stood there as the people watched me. My cock was still dripping come down into her open mouth. I had tears in my eyes. I looked into the crowd. My mom and dad were watching. I yelled "JESUS!" like a wounded animal and fell to the ground.

I asked the girl who she was.

"I'm your sister," she said. "I don't have a name, because I was never born. Our mother had me aborted. I wanted to be born, because I knew you were there and I knew I would love you."

"But I don't understand," I said.

"You will," she said, and then faded into the air.

I turned, to see my parents fucking, and my mother was pregnant and my father was fucking her so hard she was screaming that he would hurt the baby. Then he started beating her, and she fell and he said he didn't want another kid, that she wasn't fit to have one, and he was going to have her aborted.

Then I picked up a knife and killed my father. But my mother lost the baby and died too.

I woke up from this dream in the forest. I don't know where it came from or why. I remember every detail. I come when I think about killing my parents.

--Calvin


EDITOR'S NOTE

Most of Secret Sex's entries are fantasies; Calvin's is only one of two dreams in the book, and the only long one. Admittedly, some of that length is just the porny style. "Make the cream shoot out her nose!" More farce than sexy.

And then... the bluster stops. In the last lines, Calvin turns laconic, violent, stark--real. This is a guy still wrestling with his dad's abuse--not just toward Calvin but others. Is the dream literally accusing Dad of beating Mom to make her miscarry? Or is it just ("just"!) warning Calvin that his dad's a thug--a rolemodel of how NOT to be a man of God?

--Chris Wayan



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