Chapter 2

I opened my eyes and felt completely awake and refreshed. That’s not something I was used to these days, with all the overtime I put in at my job to try to make ends meet. It seemed like I always woke up still tired, no matter how much sleep I got.

I was so stunned by the strange feeling of alertness, it took me a moment to realize I wasn’t in my bed anymore. Open skies and a grassy field had replaced my crappy apartment.

And I was directly under a rainbow.

I realized I was dreaming — I must have been, right? — but I struggled with making myself believe it. It didn’t feel like a dream, but I can’t articulate precisely why I felt that way. Everything just seemed more real than any dream I’d ever had, including those that I had previously thought felt real.

I could smell, for one thing. I don’t remember ever smelling anything in a dream before. But now I smelled fresh air, and I mean actual fresh air, which you don’t get even in a small city like where I live. I smelled the grass around me, the earthy smell of the ground on which I lay. The air smelled the way it does in the country after a fierce rainstorm, but the ground felt dry, so it was quite... magical.

Magical.

No other word for what I was feeling.

“What the hell?” Oscar said.

I jumped when I heard his voice. I’d had dreams before that included

him, but for some reason, his presence in this one seemed wrong. Still, I told him, “Calm down. It’s just a dream.”

“Oh,” he said. “Good.”

“It’s about time you’re waking up,” said another voice I didn’t

recognize.

I sat up, realizing I was wearing the t-shirt and fresh panties I’d put on before going to sleep. That in and of itself felt strange, but I pushed the thought out of my mind. What do I usually wear in my dreams? I honestly can’t recall.

A leprechaun stood by our feet, looking down on us.

I mean, I guess he was a leprechaun. He was wearing more or less the American idea of a Leprechaun’s outfit. All green, with a thick black belt, a hat, funny shoes. You know what I mean. But that’s where the comparison ended.

This leprechaun, if that’s what he was, was jacked. Taller than anyone I knew, with broad shoulders and muscles that threatened to tear apart his green suit.

And a cock whose outline I could see through his pants. It looked bigger than many entire leprechauns I’d seen in drawings.

“I see you eyeing my cock,” he said. “That’s a good sign, considering what you’re here for.”

“What I’m here for?” I asked.

“You’re here for my pot of gold,” he said. “Or have I mistaken your deepest desires?”

“My deepest desires?” I asked, mad at myself that all I seemed to do was repeat what the leprechaun had just said.

“Well, I suppose technically speaking, they’re his deepest desires,” he said, pointing to Oscar.

“This is a weird dream I’m having,” Oscar said.

I was mad about that, too. Didn’t Oscar realize this was my dream and not his?

And then I suddenly remembered what we’d been talking about before we went to sleep. Oscar wanted to offer me up to a leprechaun in exchange for his pot of gold.

I burst out in laughter. What a silly dream this was!

“I’m glad you’re in such a good mood,” the leprechaun said. “I’m sure I’d have fun either way, but it’s nice to see you’re going to enjoy yourself, too!”

“You’re a lot bigger than I imagined,” I said.

The leprechaun laughed a full, throaty laugh. “In more ways than one, I assure you. Surely you know that myths, even when based in fact, don’t get all the details right.”

And neither do dreams, I thought.

I got on my knees, only inches away from the cock that was pushing the leprechaun’s pants outward. I don’t know if it was because I’d gone to sleep after masturbating or if it was the nature of the dream itself, but all I wanted was to take that gorgeous Irish fairy’s dick into my mouth.

“Do you have a name?” I asked.

He cocked his head and said, “You know what? I actually don’t. I never really thought about that before.”

“That’s okay,” I said, unbuckling that ridiculously large belt buckle. “You have the only thing that matters right now.”

“Are you really doing this?” Oscar asked from beside me.

I shrugged. “Sure, why not? It’s just a dream anyway, right?”

“I guess,” Oscar said. “It sure feels real, though.”

I laughed. “I’m kneeling in front of a six-foot-tall leprechaun, about to take his giant cock out and suck it, and you think it feels real?”

“I guess you’re right,” Oscar said.

“I feel sorry for you,” I said. “The real you, I mean. I know how much you’ve always wanted to see me suck another man’s cock.”

“I told you, that’s only a fantasy,” Oscar said, and I thought it was amazing how much the dream Oscar sounded like the real one. “I don’t know how I’d feel about you doing it for real.”

“Well, you’re about to find out,” I said, finally freeing the monster the leprechaun had kept hidden. “Tell you what, since he doesn’t have a name of his own, why don’t we just call him Maddox?”

“I like that name,” the leprechaun — who I’ll call Maddox from now on — said.

“And I like your cock, Maddox,” I said, holding it in one hand, so the tip was right in front of my mouth.

“Suck my cock, Ryan,” Maddox said. “And then maybe we’ll talk about getting you your very own pot of gold.”

“Better be more than talk,” Oscar said.

“Quiet!” both Maddox and I said at the same time.

I slowly stroked Maddox’s massive shaft, leaning toward him to let the

tip brush my lips ever so slightly. He moaned and swayed back and forth, and I giggled as I thought about how similar human men and leprechauns were when you were about to suck their cocks.

“Teasing doesn’t get you your pot of gold,” Maddox said.

“So impatient,” I said, noting another similarity between leprechauns and mortal men. “But that’s okay, because so am I.”

And I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock.

“Holy shit, that’s so hot,” Oscar said as I stroked Maddox, sucking on his tip.

“Wait until I start fucking her,” Maddox said.

“I’m not sure how I feel about that,” Oscar said.

I stopped sucking Maddox long enough to say, “Good thing this isn’t

your dream, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Maddox said, a hitch in his voice as I started sucking again.

“Good thing it’s not a dream... uh, your dream.”

“That’s an odd thing for someone in my dream to tell me,” Oscar said. There it was again: dream-Oscar thinking he was the one dreaming

instead of me. He always had to be the center of attention, even when he wasn’t real. I was so mad about it, I almost said something. I probably would have if my mouth hadn’t been full of Maddox.

I massaged Maddox’s balls as I sucked his cock like it was the tastiest lollipop I’d had in my life. I took as much of him into my mouth as I could, gagging myself on his tip. When I felt his fingers run through my hair and grip my head, my heart skipped a beat. He was about to take control, and I was there for it.

Maddox moved my head back and forth along the length of his shaft. He was gentle but forceful at the same time. I couldn’t have pulled away if I’d wanted to, so it was a good thing that pulling away was the last thing on my mind. I kept sucking and licking and just let him use my head as he saw fit.

“Here it comes,” he announced.

I tried to prepare for the deluge of his cum, but it was pointless. I’ve never had much problem swallowing Oscar’s meager emissions, but Maddox’s was simply more voluminous than anything I’d had in my mouth before. It spilled out of his cock in wave after wave of hot, salty stickiness, and it was all I could do to gulp down the first little bit.

The leprechaun let go of my head, and I fell back onto my ass, dribbling otherworldly cum from my mouth as I gagged. Incredibly, he wasn’t done. He grabbed his cock and stroked it, shooting several more ropes of spunk all over my shirt as I fought hard to regain my composure.

“Holy shit,” Oscar said, uselessly.

I wiped my chin, scooping leprechaun cum from there into my mouth. Swallowing it, I sighed as I noticed Maddox was still, unbelievably, as hard as he had been at the beginning.

“I’m sorry about that,” he said. “I should have warned you about how much it was.”

“Don’t be sorry,” I said, gathering as much of his creamy goodness as I could from my shirt. “It’s delicious. Magically so.”

That earned a hearty laugh from the unlikely leprechaun as he watched me lick my fingers clean.

“Now for the main event,” Maddox said. “Take off your clothes.” “Yes, sir,” I said, pulling my t-shirt over my head.