Horny Dream
I very rarely remember my dreams. I know I have them, as girlfriends have frequently told me that I’m rather vocal in my sleep, and move around quite a lot when I’m dreaming.
This morning I woke up with a very vivid dream fresh in my mind.
I dreamt about a good friend of mine called Ryan. I’d actually lived with Ryan for a year or so a while back but we had since drifted apart. Ryan was about 6’ with a bulky, muscular build- he went to the gym but wasn’t too concerned about what he ate, so he had more of a traditional strongman kind of physique rather than the typical gym guy you see these days. He also had a good sized cock. I knew this because I picked up one of his old phone memory cards one day, thinking it was mine, and found a video he’d shot of himself jerking off for some girl he’d been dating. I made a copy and frequently watched it when I was feeling horny, stroking my own dick in time to him as he moan this girls name with greater and greater urgency before popping his load onto a towel.
Anyway, back to this dream. I dreamt that Ryan and I were sat on our old couch in our flat, watching something on tv. I look acros and notice he’s got a hardon in his jeans and he’s rubbing it through the straining material- trying to be subtle about it, but he’s obviously horny. I turn to him and ask him what he’s doing and he explains he’s really horny because his girlfriend left him and he hasn’t had sex in a while and he needs to get off. Now here’s where the dream gets weird- Ryan just turns to face me, looks me straight in the eye and asks me if I could give him a little help. Ryan is straight and as far as I know he thinks I am too, and in the dream this is still the relationship we share, but he just turns to me and asks me if I can help him get off. I, for all my usual feigned heterosexuality immediately agree and reach over to unbutton his fly.
As soon as the buttons are undone his cock springs into view, flipping up to bounce against his belly. I reach in and wrap my hand around his veiny length. It’s just as good as I always imagined. Thick and smooth, I can feel his blood rushing through the veins as I start to move my hand up and down the shaft. There’s just a touch of cropped pubic hair at the wide base but the shaft is completely smooth. He’s uncut so the skin moves freely over his dick as I pump him, running my hand along his full length from fuzzy root up to his glistening pink, slightly tapered head.
He’s really starting to enjoy it and I can here those groans starting like in the video. I can’t resist lovering my head into his lap- his clock looks so delicious! Before he knows what’s happening I have him in my mouth, plunging down all the way to the bottom and tonging his balls as his cock head hits the back of my throat. It’s glorious and I want nothing more than to satisfy him as I bob my head up and down in his lap over and over. He starts panting and I can tell he’s going to blow a huge wad any moment so I pull back suddenly. His throbbing dick makes a wet slapping sound as it springs back to rest on his belly again.
“I want you in my arse, Ryan.” I pant as I wipe saliva from my lips. “Will you fuck me?” He stares blankly at me for a moment, then he seems to realise what I said. I can see he’s about to refuse- unsure what it would mean for him to fuck another man- but there’s indecision there too... “Please!” I beg, turning around and yanking my own jeans down. “I want your cock!” I moan as I pull my cheeks apart, showing him my throbbing manpussy. That seems to do the trick because he pushes me face first down onto the sofa with my arse in the air and spits on his hand.
“Alright you faggot!” He grunts; “If that’s what you want!” He wipes spit on my desperate bum hole and I feel him holding his magnificent cock against it with determined pressure— and then—
I woke up, phone alarm clock blaring in my ears.
Like I said, I don’t usually remember my dreams, but his one stuck in my mind- particularly because I woke with an enormous throbbing hard on, which I immediately had to retreat to the bathroom to tend to (along with the dildo I keep hidden at the back of one of my draws.
This morning I woke up with a very vivid dream fresh in my mind.
I dreamt about a good friend of mine called Ryan. I’d actually lived with Ryan for a year or so a while back but we had since drifted apart. Ryan was about 6’ with a bulky, muscular build- he went to the gym but wasn’t too concerned about what he ate, so he had more of a traditional strongman kind of physique rather than the typical gym guy you see these days. He also had a good sized cock. I knew this because I picked up one of his old phone memory cards one day, thinking it was mine, and found a video he’d shot of himself jerking off for some girl he’d been dating. I made a copy and frequently watched it when I was feeling horny, stroking my own dick in time to him as he moan this girls name with greater and greater urgency before popping his load onto a towel.
Anyway, back to this dream. I dreamt that Ryan and I were sat on our old couch in our flat, watching something on tv. I look acros and notice he’s got a hardon in his jeans and he’s rubbing it through the straining material- trying to be subtle about it, but he’s obviously horny. I turn to him and ask him what he’s doing and he explains he’s really horny because his girlfriend left him and he hasn’t had sex in a while and he needs to get off. Now here’s where the dream gets weird- Ryan just turns to face me, looks me straight in the eye and asks me if I could give him a little help. Ryan is straight and as far as I know he thinks I am too, and in the dream this is still the relationship we share, but he just turns to me and asks me if I can help him get off. I, for all my usual feigned heterosexuality immediately agree and reach over to unbutton his fly.
As soon as the buttons are undone his cock springs into view, flipping up to bounce against his belly. I reach in and wrap my hand around his veiny length. It’s just as good as I always imagined. Thick and smooth, I can feel his blood rushing through the veins as I start to move my hand up and down the shaft. There’s just a touch of cropped pubic hair at the wide base but the shaft is completely smooth. He’s uncut so the skin moves freely over his dick as I pump him, running my hand along his full length from fuzzy root up to his glistening pink, slightly tapered head.
He’s really starting to enjoy it and I can here those groans starting like in the video. I can’t resist lovering my head into his lap- his clock looks so delicious! Before he knows what’s happening I have him in my mouth, plunging down all the way to the bottom and tonging his balls as his cock head hits the back of my throat. It’s glorious and I want nothing more than to satisfy him as I bob my head up and down in his lap over and over. He starts panting and I can tell he’s going to blow a huge wad any moment so I pull back suddenly. His throbbing dick makes a wet slapping sound as it springs back to rest on his belly again.
“I want you in my arse, Ryan.” I pant as I wipe saliva from my lips. “Will you fuck me?” He stares blankly at me for a moment, then he seems to realise what I said. I can see he’s about to refuse- unsure what it would mean for him to fuck another man- but there’s indecision there too... “Please!” I beg, turning around and yanking my own jeans down. “I want your cock!” I moan as I pull my cheeks apart, showing him my throbbing manpussy. That seems to do the trick because he pushes me face first down onto the sofa with my arse in the air and spits on his hand.
“Alright you faggot!” He grunts; “If that’s what you want!” He wipes spit on my desperate bum hole and I feel him holding his magnificent cock against it with determined pressure— and then—
I woke up, phone alarm clock blaring in my ears.
Like I said, I don’t usually remember my dreams, but his one stuck in my mind- particularly because I woke with an enormous throbbing hard on, which I immediately had to retreat to the bathroom to tend to (along with the dildo I keep hidden at the back of one of my draws.
6 years ago
