Kurt's Dream

Kurt’s Dream

He’s dreaming about it again. He can’t help it. It comes every night. No matter what. But is it just a dream?

Kurt’s dream:
Running, running.
Through the woods.
It’ dar dark.
He hears the footsteps not too far behind him.
The branches brush against his fur as he rushes through the woods.
He comes upon a river running through the woods.
It is wide, so he does not know how he is going to cross it.
His ears perk up to try and hear the footsteps, but he hears nothing.
Nothing but the night air rustling through the tree tops.
But Kurt’s senses tell him that he is not alone.
He is at a loss as to which direction to run in.
By this time, he thought, he could be anywhere.
He can feel his eyes on his silken smooth body, burning through him.
He sees a form out of the corner of his eye, fast approaching.
Kurt takes off along the river.
A tree branch reaches through his clothing and tears part of his nightshirt off.
The cool night air wraps around his sweaty chest, causing him to shiver.
He still has not seen the man’s face.
He trips and lands with a thud, sliding across the leaf bed.
It’s all so realistic, he thought.
He actually felt pain.
Then the man was upon him from behind.
Kurt screamed out.
No! Please no, not again!
His mind told him no, but ever against him, his senses told him differently.
He was angry with himself for his body responding that way.
His heart pounded in his ears.
The larger man ripped through the tattered remains of Kurt’s nightshirt.
He felt what seemed to be like a knife against his neck.
If he moved any, the sharp object would slice through him like butter.
The other man ripped Kurt’s pants off next, leaving the blue mass shivering beneath him.
Kurt was not sure if the shivering was more fear, or the cold air.
Or both.
He cursed himself for not wearing his boxers that night.
Not like they would’ve done him any good, though.
He felt the larger man’s hands grip his waist, digging his fingers into the silken fur.
He winced as the man wrenched his hips upward with one fluid movement.
There was no use trying to get away now.
He would just find him again.
Like he always did.
Kurt then realized that they were close to the river.
Close enough that if he was able to turn himself a bit farther, he could see whom the man was.
The sharp object was withdrawn.
Kurt felt the larger man’s fingers deftly searching his body.
He tried to restrain a moan, but a soft one escaped his lips.
The other man leaned down and grazed his tongue across Kurt’s back.
He then nipped at Kurt’s ear, causing the smaller one to draw in a sharp breath.
His warm breath blew across Kurt’s cheek.
Kurt heard a low growl escape the man’s throat.
He seemed so familiar.
He’d heard that growl before.
But all thought faded as the other man’s fingers found the spot they were looking for.
The larger man licked his fingers and pushed two of them in Kur Kurt.
Kurt bit his lower lip and arched his ba The The man found Kurt’s sweet little spot and teased him mercilessly.
Kurt lowered his head and cried out.
The larger man withdrew his fingers.
Kurt felt the tip of the man’s cock positioned at his opening.
Kurt drew in his breaththe the man pushed it inside of him, filling him completely.
Tears streamed down Kurt’s cheeks as the man began to thrust into him.
He screamed, his head thrown upwards toward the night sky.
But soon, the pain was replaced by a blinding pleasure.
The other man had positioned himself so that he hit Kurt’s sensitive spot with every thrust.
This just about caused Kurt to collapse beneath the man.
But he was holding on too tightly to Kurt’s hips to let that happen.
His nails dug into Kurt so hard that it drew blood.
But Kurt was focused more on the intense sensations rushing through his body.
The man pounded himself into Kurt, forcing Kurt’s face onto the cold ground.
The larger man reached down and nipped at Kurt’s neckurt urt moaned, the sensations too delicious.
So sinful, he thought.
But Kurt’s body betrayed him again.
He arched himself into the man as he pushed inside Kurt.
Kurt wound his tail around the man’s leg, almost unconsciously.
He clutched the ground as if he was going to fall off of it.
The man slid in and out easily, with each thrust becoming harder and harder.
Kurt could feel himself getting close to climax.
The other man’s thrusting started to become violent and spasmodic.
The other man let out a guttural growl.
Kurt knew that he was soon to climax too.
The man’s thrusting never missed that delicious spot inside Kurt.
Kurt screamed out again.
Ahhhh, he screamed, Mien Gotte!
He held his breath.
He then shot his white-hot cum onto his abdomen and onto the cold ground.
The larger man forced himself into Kurt one last time, his warm fluid filling Kurt.
When the other man finished, he collapsed on top of Kurt, forcing him onto the ground.
Kurt’s mind was blurry from the climax, but he forced himself to turn his head toward the river.
Maybe this time he could see.
In all the other dreams he had woken too soon to see.
But this one was different.
He strained to see, craning his neck towards the reflections on the river.
Almost, almost there.
He suddenly saw the figure on top of him, but it was rather dark to tell.
He could feel the larger man’s breathing start to subside somewhat.
But he made no move to get up.
A cloud covered the moon, obscuring his view.
But it soon moved and it was bright enough to see again.
He realized that the man who haunted his dreams was Logan.
His heart beat wildly at the realization.
Why wasn’t he waking up??
The older man pushed himself off of Kurt and stood up.
Kurt trembled as he turned around to face Logan.
Logan’s eyes were drawn into fiery little slits as he looked at the furry blue elf before him.
Kurt stood up.
Suddenly everything started to become fuzzy.
Kurt awoke with a start in his bed.
He started to believe that it really was just a dream.
He pulled himself out of the bed.
But when his feet hit the floor, he heard a crunch.
To his disbelief, he saw leaves still clinging to his fur.
He was also naked from the waist down, a tattered shirt hanging from his frame.
But, how could this be, he thought.
When he stood up, he felt Logan's cum slide down his legs.
Down the hall, Logan awoke in hism, cm, completely naked.
The covers had been kicked off and his feet were covered in muddy leaves.
What the hell, he thought.
He knew he wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep right then.
He looked at the clock by his bed.
2:20AM it read.
He brought himself out of bed and stood up.
He threw on a pair of pants and a shirt.
He went to the door and quietly opened it up.
He stepped out and went downstairs.
To his embarrassment, he found Kurt sitting down there, wearing only a pair of boxers.
His hair was disheveled and he looked completely stunned.
Logan rubbed his hair nervously as he approached Kurt.
Kurt looked up at him, knowing that he was wondering the same thing he was.
I don’t know, was all Logan said to him.
I thought it was a dream, Kurt said.
But there were leaves on my feet, he said.
Kurt stood up.
Logan approached him, standing only inches away from him.
He smells like sex, Logan thought, starting to get aroused again.
He then shook it from his mind.
There was silence for a few minutes.
Well, Logan started, we can stay embarrassed about this, or we can find a way to deal with it.
A little smirk came to his face.
He pulled Kurt close to him.
I’d wanted you for so long, Logan told him.
I had no other outlet than my dreams, he said.
I don’t know how this happened, or why, but let’s not stop now, he said.
Kurt nodded silently, still slightly dumbfounded by what happened.
Nobody has to know, Logan growled into Kurt’s ear.
Kurt whispered his agreement into his lover’s ear.
Then, they both went back to their rooms.
They still didn’t know what had happened out there.
But now, they knew they could live out their fantasies and in the morning it would still be secret.
They fell asleep fast, and again, they were back in each other’s arms.
Nobody has to know.
It was their little secret.