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I saw white linen, lit by the sun from the window. I brought up my hand
to prop myself up, and it was as messy as it had been in my dream. The
bedding was soaked. I chuckled ashamedly to myself–I felt like a damned
kid. Imagine. Wet dreams at my age. I dropped the linens in the washer
while I showered.
While I was eating my breakfast, a flash of that fast-fading dream
stabbed my mind. I was about to do something. I was…we were in this
forest, and we had just taken a piss, and we…
I was about to suck that boy’s cock! My eyes got wide with that
realization. But it was more than that, because at some level, I obviously
found the concept so exciting that the mere thought of it was enough to
make me shoot into my own sheets. Those last few scenes, the big, hard cock
growing ever closer, just about to taste it now, flickered in my mind like
a silent movie. All through work that day, scenes from that dream flashed
and made me jump up to distract myself. Get a soda, or walk to the copier,
for Pete’s sake do something, but you can’t spend the whole day with a
hard-on.
