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George only received the invitation a day before the event. It left him scrambling to find himself a presentable outfit to wear to this grand event.
This soirée was only the biggest event of the summer. It was always hosted by the man at the other end of the block from George’s house— a mysterious man that everyone who attended called “Dream”.
It was the first time George had actually been invited, and he wasn’t exactly sure why he had been in the first place. He never met Dream— or anyone who had ever attended one of his parties, for that matter.
The invitation was simple. A small, thick, white paper with gold ink etched into it, letters intertwining with each other ever so carefully.
George was taken aback when he first saw it flutter down from it’s stuck position in the crack of his front door as he opened it. It slid to the floor and landed by his feet.
My dearest neighbor George,
I hope to see you tomorrow night at my summer soirée. Arrive around eight, and I’ll see to it you enjoy your stay.
Dream
So… elegant.
George had less than half an hour until he needed to head down the street to Dream’s party. It was nerve wracking to think that Dream had seen him at some point and been intrigued enough to send him his own personal invitation.
He had on his best suit, though it wasn’t all that fancy or formal— just normal black slacks and matching tuxedo jacket and a stark white shirt buttoned up to the collar.
George decided to make his way over to the house, as it was getting dark outside, and he didn’t feel like walking around much after sunset.
It was a short walk, but the heat made it nearly unbearable. Heavy, stagnant air built up in George’s lungs as he climbed the gentle hill to Dream’s party.
From a couple houses down, George could hear the music. Soft and muffled, albeit, but it was still audible until he approached the house. Dream’s house was incredibly recognizable— it seemed to be the largest in the neighborhood and was always glowing a warm yellow from every window.
The tall, dark door was already open wide by the time George reached it. He stood at the entrance for a moment, peeking around the corners at the partygoers already inside enjoying cocktails and appetizers.
George managed to catch someone’s attention with a small wave.
“Hello?” George called out.
A man in a brightly colored suit hopped over. It was a vivid plum hue with a green tinted shirt underneath. His tie hung loosely around his neck, and George could tell his socks were mismatched.
“Hello!” The man tilted his head in greeting, “Haven’t seen you around here before.”
“Yeah, I, um…” George relaxed his hand on the invitation that crumpled slightly in his nervous grip, “I haven’t been invited before.”
The man in purple laughed loudly and George furrowed his brows.
“Ha! Nobody gets ‘invited’.” He shook his head while chuckling, “Everybody here’s a gatecrasher. You must be joking.”
George held his small paper close to his side, not daring to bring it up again.
“Yeah, I am…” George let out a nervous laugh, “Just joking! I got you with that one, didn't I?”
“Oh, you really did.” The man brought his hand up to wipe a tear that had formed in the corner of his eye from laughing. George took a passing note of the two rings on the man’s finger.
“I’ll be on my way, then.” George cleared his throat, “See you around?”
“Oh, probably not,” The man laughed again, “You have a good night!”
Before George could turn to thank the man, he was gone.
George tried not to think anything of it. He chalked it up to nerves, and stepped in past the foyer.
The music was grand and upbeat and George’s face broke into a surprised look when he caught a glimpse of a live band in the backyard. An upright bass, a trumpet, and a bunch of other instruments George could hear, but not see from his position. They blared songs for the crowd of people around them dancing and laughing along.
George took in the rest of the scenery around him. Above him was a tall staircase that led up to a balcony above the first floor. Hanging in the open space was an imposing chandelier, glittering in the dim light it emitted.
His eyes drifted around the sleek staircase. The dark wood shined in the light, though parts were obscured by shadows of a couple people filtering up and down the steps.
One of the people at the top of the balcony caught George’s eye. George stared at him for a long moment, watching him as he mingled with a short woman in a frilly dress. She clung to his arm, and though he kept subtly moving her, she didn’t seem to get the memo.
The man looked his way briefly, but did a double take. George saw his face light up as a wide smile placed itself on his face. He quickly left the woman alone at the top of the stairs, walking fast down the steps.
“George!” The man yelled.
“Do I know you…” George took a couple steps forward to meet the man at the bottom of the stairs, “Wait… Are you Dream?”
“Yes! Oh, I’m so glad you could make it!” Dream sighed.
George eyed Dream up and down. Dream was tall, lean, and had neatly kept blond hair that was brushed back. His cheeks were adorned with a splattering of freckles, and his warm, green eyes gave George a shiver down his spine.
“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long.” Dream looked at George’s hands, “Haven’t you gotten any champagne yet?”
“I-I haven’t.” George answered, “How do you—“
“Oh, heavens,” Dream rolled his eyes and waved over a waiter, “Here, George, help yourself.”
The waiter held a tray delicately in one hand. He lowered it to allow George access to the wide mouthed glasses balanced on top. George cautiously took a cup by the stem and thanked the man in passing.
“I was hoping my invitation would reach you in time, George.” Dream seemed excited.
“I’m sorry,” George shook his head a moment, smiling confusedly, “Dream, how do you know me?”
Dream hummed a bit dejectedly. George saw the light in his eyes falter as he glanced away from George’s gaze.
“I’ve seen you around. I’m your neighbor, after all.” Dream spoke softer, “I've seen you do work on the house, in your yard, on your car…”
George listened absentmindedly as he examined Dream a bit more. Dream was wearing a three piece suit— a deep green shone on the surface of the fabric as it hit the light. His vest was buttoned up, nicely accentuating his waist.
Dream was… Very handsome.
“... But all this time of living so close, you never showed up to any of my events.” Dream continued, “The spring galas, the winter balls, the summer soirées— none. I took you as a gatecrasher, but I assumed wrong.”
“You did.” George chuckled, “I never want to impose.”
“It would have been no problem.” Dream dismissed George’s worries.
“I was tired of hoping and waiting you’d come,” Dream continued his story, “I was almost worried you didn’t know about the parties.”
“Of course I knew.” It was George’s turn to dismiss Dream’s worries.
“I just decided to send you an invitation! Did you know that was the first invitation I sent out since… Oh, maybe ‘19.” Dream laughed.
George’s cheeks went pink. Dream’s laugh was like music to his ears, and it was incredibly contagious.
“That long?” George laughed along, “That was years ago!”
“I know! I never planned on writing any more.” Dream put a hand on George’s shoulder, “But you’re a special exception.”
George smiled warmly at the touch. Dream’s hand was firm, yet gentle.
“Oh! I nearly forgot…” Dream gasped, grabbing George’s hand delicately, “Come, follow me.”
George was taken aback by Dream’s sudden grasp, but melted into his touch as he was dragged up the stairs. He held onto Dream’s fingers as well, jogging to keep up.
They took a couple turns down short hallways until the pair reached a second balcony veiled with translucent, black curtains.
It was overlooking a large banquet hall full to the brim with people drinking and dancing. George could see the full band out on the patio past the tall glass windows, and how livly they were playing.
Up where they stood, though, nobody else dared to go. There were a couple cheers and waves from down below, and a couple people passed by the doorway Dream had led George through, but not one of them ventured in to speak with Dream. George found it quite relaxing.
“I figured you might not be much of a party person,” Dream explained a little sheepishly, “Considering you hadn’t come before. So I’ve saved this area just for you.”
“Just for me?” George echoed, tilting his head.
Dream nodded. A warmth spread through George’s chest.
“You can stay up here, or you can go and mingle. It’s up to you, though. I'll go where you go.”
George scoffed playfully, “Aren’t you the host? Shouldn’t you tend to your guests?”
“Why do you think we have waiters? And chefs?” Dream shook his head a bit, “You know, George, I’m starting to think you’re a bit more goofy than you let on.”
“How so?” George raised a brow, his eyes tracing down Dream’s form in the dim lighting.
“I’m carrying quite the torch for you, George.” Dream said blatantly.
George’s cheeks got darker. He glanced down, though he could still feel Dream’s eyes bore holes through him.
“You always look so keen when I see you, regardless of what you’re doing. Whether you’re taking a walk down the main drag, or lying underneath your car.” Dream’s voice grew low, a sultry undertone, “Though I’ve never seen you get all spiffy, I knew you’d look good like this too.”
Dream’s fingers tangled with George’s slender tie. Dream was staring at the fabric, a slight smile on his lips as he toyed with it.
“T-thank you.” George struggled to find his words, “You look rather ritzy yourself tonight.”
Dream chuckled, a soft sound that was much different than his laugh. It made George’s breath hitch.
“Thank you.” Dream said simply.
George brought his eyes back up to meet Dream’s. They watched him for a brief moment before Dream looked back, giving George an uncontrollable nervous smile. He let out a breath and looked away once again.
“What are you thinking about?” Dream asked George in a whisper, barely audible over the laughs from downstairs.
George glanced around at the other guests, “Nothing, really.” He lied.
“You sure?”
“No.” George whispered, and he heard Dream laugh in response.
“Why don’t you want to tell me, then?”
Dream stared, hand gripped tightly on George’s tie. He pulled on the piece of silk softly, and George swore he could have fainted in that very moment.
“Do you really think of me?” George asked after a minute of silence between the two.
“All the time,” Dream’s answer came with little hesitation, “I wouldn’t lie, George. I’m incredibly stuck on you.”
George felt his pulse race. He leaned into Dream’s soft tugs on his outfit as he worked up the courage to look this incredibly attractive man in the eyes.
“I wouldn’t…” George’s words faltered, “I wouldn’t mind if you were stuck on me.”
“I am.” Dream smiled softly as he met George’s gaze, “Are you?”
“I might be…” George let himself get lost in Dream’s eyes.
“If I were to attempt to court you,” Dream’s smile widened slightly, “Would I have a chance?”
“God, yes.” George breathed out.
His own response had taken him by surprise, and it seemed to take Dream by surprise a little as well. Dream tilted his head and raised a brow, eyes darting down to George’s lips briefly. George felt them burn.
Dream rested a hand on George’s cheek. George pressed into the warmth of his touch, humming softly as he shut his eyes. Dream’s thumb traced the corner of George’s lips and cheek, making George nod softly, as if to grant permission.
George stood perfectly still while Dream leaned in. Within a moment, Dream’s soft, warm lips met with George’s. George was quick to kiss back more passionately when he felt Dream pull his body against his with the tie.
Dream’s hand drifted down to grab at George’s waist as they continued to kiss messily. Dream lifted the side of George’s suit jacket and slid his hand in tk hold him under the garment.
George hummed into the kiss, and he felt Dream smile against his lips. Dream slowly swiped his tongue against George’s bottom lip. George parted his mouth to meet Dream’s warm tongue in the middle briefly.
While they kissed, George felt himself taking slow backwards steps, Dream pushing him along. Before George knew it, he was pressed up against the hard wall behind him.
George let out a soft gasp, parting his lips from Dream’s for a moment. He shifted his gaze to the crowds below worriedly.
“Are you sure we should do this here?” George whispered.
Dream lent his head down placing searing kisses into the soft skin of his neck. George felt a soft moan leave his throat.
“We can move, if you'd like.” Dream spoke against George’s skin, “But I can assure you, they won’t see.”
“I-I…” George sighed as Dream’s hand trailed up the small of his back, “I guess it’s okay here.”
“Good.”
Dream went back to his position, licking stripes up and down George’s neck slowly, dragging out soft noises from George.
George got tingles with every one of Dream’s touches, his hand on his back pressing George close against his torso, his warm breath on his skin. It was driving George mad.
Dream could feel it, too. George became hungry with desire, hands tangling in Dream’s neatly combed hair and down his shoulders with each little bite he gave. George made no effort to conceal his heavy breaths or low moans.
Dream brought a hand up to George’s collar, tugging his tie off fully and fiddling aimlessly with the buttons. In the heat of the moment, he angrily pulled at the pieces of plastic. There was a series of pops, followed by the clinking of buttons flying across the floor.
George gasped, turning to look down at his outfit. A sigh escaped George’s lips as he made eye contact with Dream. It was the best shirt he owned, after all.
“Dream…” George whined.
“I’ll get you a new one, baby.” Dream whispered, pushing the fabric aside to kiss along George’s chest.
George hummed, “I’ll hold you to it.”
Dream’s tongue trailed lower and lower until it reached the small patch of hair on George’s lower stomach. He kissed at it until he reached George’s waistband, tugging at the tight garment.
George felt the bulge in his pants twitch, and he knew Dream did, too. Dream smirked softly, glancing up at George before kissing down his zipper. George groaned and tilted his head back a little.
Dream’s hands slid down to the button on George’s slacks, and he was more gentle this time. The button slid off easily, then the zipper.
Dream was about to slide the top of George’s underwear down as well, when George grabbed his hand quickly.
“I-I don’t want anyone to see…” George looked away, focusing on the full ballroom below.
“They won't.” Dream reassured, “And if they do, so what? The whole town should know how pretty you are.”
George’s cock bounced against Dream’s light touch. Dream took note of it, then continued.
“You are so beautiful,” Dream spoke quietly keeping eye contact, “You look so good like this.”
George could only imagine what he looked like. He was sweating something fierce, leaning up against a wall half exposed for the world to see. He self consciously closed his legs slightly.
Still, Dream’s words made it all okay.
George knew Dream meant every word he said. His mind was swirling from the compliments he had received. It was so much, he barely noticed when Dream lowered the top of his boxers down.
Dream handled him carefully, softly grabbing George’s cock in his hand. He stroked it a couple times and George whined, tugging on his hair a little.
“You let me know if I hurt you, okay?”
Dream’s words stuck to the warm tip of George’s dick. It made George’s breath hitch. Dream slowly wrapped his lips around George, enveloping him in his wet mouth.
George couldn’t control the moan that escaped from his throat when Dream began to bob his head, taking his full length down his throat with practiced ease. Dream glanced up a couple times, gauging by George’s expressions how to continue his sucking.
Dream swirled his tongue around George’s tip and hummed, sending soft vibrations through his dick. George threw his head back, a hand covering his mouth to muffle a low groan. Dream took it as a compliment.
George became a mess of whimpers and moans as Dream moved expertly around his dick, soft slurping noises and low hums sending him reeling.
George’s orgasm came quick and without warning, his hips bucking forward into Dream’s face. George cried out a strangled noise as he grabbed a tight fistful of Dream’s hair to hold him in place.
Dream felt the warm, salty liquid fill his mouth, and he quickly swallowed to make room for the last bits that dribbled out of George’s still hard cock. After a couple seconds of heavy panting, Dream pulled his lips off.
“I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t… I didn’t warn you, I’m sorry…” George said through pants.
His cheeks were flushed a deep red, eyes half lidded as he stared down at Dream. Dream licked his lips and gave a soft smirk up at George.
“You even taste perfect.” Dream whispered, and George could feel his dick bounce slightly.
Dream let out a chuckle. George covered his face with his hand, but Dream pulled it down as he stood.
“Don’t hide your face,” Dream tilted his head, “You make the most attractive face when you cum.”
George whined again, burying his face into Dream’s shoulder. He hoped his forehead wasn’t sweaty enough to leave a stain on his suit.
Dream cupped George’s cheek in his hand, holding him gently as he let his other hand lazily stroke his still exposed dick. George squirmed in his grasp, the extra stimulation almost too much for him to handle.
George felt himself harden again, though slower. Dream picked up the pace and lifted George’s face to look at him. George’s dick twitched helplessly in Dream’s hand, threatening to spill over again if Dream didn’t let up.
Dream didn’t. He tugged faster and harder, to the point of having to hold George’s head up on his neck. George’s face twisted tightly into an expression of pleasure as he felt the heat building in his crotch.
“I want to see you cum for me.” Dream mumbled.
George didn’t have much of a choice as his climax reached him. He refrained from closing his eyes, but his vision still went a bit blurry as they rolled back into his head. His mouth parted, a high pitched moan leaving it while his cock shot thick white ribbons over Dream’s vest.
Dream watched him with half lidded eyes, a lustful gaze behind them. He slowed his hand until George was finished, then removed it in favor of taking the buttons off his own suit.
“My lord, you are so beautiful.” Dream kept on giving George little praises.
George felt dizzy. He was seeing stars from his orgasms, one after another and so fierce. He never thought he could cum that hard or fast, but Dream seemed to have proved him wrong.
Dream lifted George up on the wall a little, George dangling slightly.
“W-what are you doing?” George could barely speak, everything about him was shaky.
“Here, wrap your legs around me, now.” Dream instructed, waiting for George to oblige, “Let me take you somewhere better suited for our… activities.”
George held onto Dream with his legs loosely, and Dream had no issue supporting him. His pants remained undone, though he was hidden mostly by Dream’s torso. George felt how hard Dream was against his ass as he carried him.
They cautiously traveled through a couple halls before Dream whipped open a door and slammed it behind them. He let George down slowly, but didn’t let him go.
Dream’s hands remained around George’s waist. George let no time pass before leaning up to press a deep kiss to Dream’s lips. Their tongues interlocked as if they were made for each other.
It wasn’t long before George’s dick stiffened up again. The combination of Dream’s kind words and heavy breaths messed with his head.
Dream unbuckled his belt and quickly tossed it and his slacks aside. George parted from the kiss only momentarily to do the same, though much more awkwardly. Dream followed with his jacket, then his vest, and he helped George shimmy out of his ripped shirt.
George felt completely exposed, despite being in a much more private area now. The air was still as humid as ever, maybe even more so from how worked up they were getting. Dream separated himself from George momentarily.
The music was much more muffled now, and George took a moment to examine their new surroundings.
Against one wall was a well made bed— a queen size, maybe even a king size. The sheets were a dark gray, and they looked like they were made out of shiny silk. There were nightstands carved intricately and a desk to match, along with a half open wardrobe.
Dream came back to hold George close, a smile spreading warmly on his face.
“I want to try something with you.” Dream said softly.
Dream’s voice was like molasses, soft and sweet and low, and George found himself nodding along.
“Have you ever fingered yourself before?” Dream’s question was blunt and took George off guard.
“No.” George answered simply with a tinge of embarrassment.
Dream nodded, “I’ll be gentle, then.”
George backed up into the bed as Dream pushed him softly until he fell. George was swallowed up by the down comforter, a luxurious feeling he knew he’d probably never experience again.
Dream climbed onto the bed, placing himself between George’s legs. He slid George’s underwear down and discarded it, producing a small tube that George didn’t recognize. Dream squirted a bit of clear liquid onto his fingers, then slowly made contact with George’s ass.
George squirmed, but a big part of him pressed into the touch of Dream’s slick fingers. They slid carefully bast his cheeks and brushed up against his hole.
George let out a gasp as Dream pressed further, dipping past the tight band of muscle. The single finger felt strange inside of him, but it wasn’t bad. George felt Dream start moving around inside of him, and he instinctively rolled his hips into Dream’s hand.
Dream pressed around awkwardly until he saw George jolt suddenly. George couldn’t hold back the loud moan that passed his lips, his body moving on its own.
George barely got a moment to catch his breath before Dream prodded at the sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside him again. He reeled back, throwing his head against the mattress. Dream chuckled, and it made him whine.
Dream slowly removed his finger and wiped it off on the sheets, grabbing the tube again. He put a little more on, then pulled down his own underwear.
George watched his cock spring loose. It was larger than his own, but neither of them cared much. Dream began to coat his length with the lubricant, letting out a soft moan when he rubbed it in.
Dream slid his cock between George’s legs, lifting them up to rest on his shoulders. George let himself get moved around, trusting Dream’s judgement.
George was nervous. He was completely exposed, and even though they were alone now, he felt the same as he did when they were on the balcony.
But he didn’t want to stop. God, he didn’t want it to end— Dream’s touch was intoxicating.
Dream made George feel seen. He made George feel like the only person in the world that mattered, even in a house bursting at the seams with countless beautiful men and women alike. For some reason, Dream chose George— and it meant everything to him.
George’s thoughts faded away quickly when Dream pressed the tip of his dick into his hole. He snapped back to reality with a soft moan, his own dick twitching.
Dream had moaned too, which was music to George’s ears. He leaned forward as his cock pressed further in slowly, hovering over George’s face.
George stared up at him with a needy look, and Dream took it as an invitation to speed up. He bottomed out soon after, pressing himself fully inside George before pulling out slowly. The next thrust was slightly faster, and George got a full body shiver at the sensation.
George’s mouth was open a bit, small noises escaping with each gentle thrust. Dream held his noises back as best as he could, keeping his movements steady.
“Baby, you feel so good…” Dream breathed out, leaning forward to place a kiss on George’s exposed neck, “You’re doing so good.”
George couldn’t respond, only moaning in response as Dream’s tip grazed his prostate with every push. His eyes were swirling, staring at Dream’s expressions of pleasure.
“Ple-please…” George found his voice shaky, “Please… G-go a little bit… a little bit faster.”
Dream picked up speed, a slapping noise filling the room as their skin met over and over.
“Like this?” Dream asked, breathlessly.
“M-more.” George prodded, gasping at the sudden change.
Dream’s hips faltered a bit, his thrusts becoming erratic as he did his best to hold his orgasm back.
George threw caution to the wind, letting his eyes roll back and his mouth fall open, whines and moans bubbling out of him between short breaths. He couldn’t help it, his brain was foggy and clouded by pleasure.
“Ah- P-Please don’t stop!” George moaned out.
Dream held tightly to his hips, slamming in and out of George’s tight hole with ease. His breathing became quickened, and he let his low moans become louder.
George reached his trembling fingers up to his own dick and began stroking. The sight of George chasing his orgasm so desperately was enough to send Dream over the brink.
“G-George I—“ Dream was cut off by George.
“”I’m g-gonna cum!” George was loud, his hand quickening to finish him off.
In a moment, George became nearly silent, his breath catching in his throat as he came. His cum painted his chest with streaks of white.
Dream came almost immediately after, pressing his cock as deep as he could inside of George. His climax hit him hard, and he didn’t pull out. Instead, he let George relish in the sensation of his warm cum filling him up.
As his dick finally finished emptying, Dream pulled out of George with a slick noise. The sudden loss of friction made the both of them whimper.
George laid back, breathing heavy. He could feel Dream’s cum leaking from his sore hole, but he couldn’t do much about it. His legs trembled every time he moved them, and the rest of his body refused to move.
Dream stood from the bed and pulled his slacks back on quickly.
“I’ll get you cleaned up nicely, George.” Dream offered, heading to the door.
George nodded feverishly, remaining on his back in the soft sheets.
The door opened and music flooded in, but as soon as it was closed, it became muffled once again. George mustered up the strength to pull himself into a half sitting position, but it didn’t hold. He collapsed back onto the bed with a soft thud.
George was truly exhausted. It was quite a workout Dream gave him. He hoped Dream would hurry back soon— sleepiness was beginning to set in.
He figured it wouldn’t hurt to rest his eyes for a moment. George let out a yawn and rubbed his eyelid before closing his eyes slowly.
When George woke up again, there was light streaming in through half opened curtains. He could see the dust floating around in the sunbeams.
It took him a moment to adjust to his surroundings. His body was sore and weak, and it hurt him to just sit up.
George figured out quickly where he was. Memories of the night prior flooded his mind and threatened to wake his erection back up. Thoughts of Dream’s warm, firm hands, and his thick cock ramming through him…
George shook his head. He glanced around the room and, to his disappointment, found himself alone. Next to him on the familiar dark sheets was a small piece of cardstock paper.
My dearest George
I cleaned you as best as I could, however you may still want to bathe when you wake up.
I was hoping to see you awake before I left for my work, but I know you are tired, so I will let you sleep. Please stay over today, as I will be home early to treat you to a nice dinner, and maybe some more pleasurable activities afterwards.
Your Dream
George smiled at the note. It was written as nicely as the invitation was.
He gathered the strength to stand and noticed he was clothed in baggy pajamas. They must have been Dream’s— the pants nearly falling off his small waist.
Against his better judgement, George opted to remain at Dream’s house. He had many important things to attend to, but Dream seemed more important than any of them at the moment. And what Dream wanted was for George to stay.
So he stayed.