Have you ever had a dream so vivid that when the alarm clock sounded you found yourself soaked in your own juices? Well I have and it all started when I moved into my own apartment and was in need of a bed to call my own.
I just turned 18 and was ready to go out on my own. I had a good steady job, a supportive family, and ambitions like most guys just out of high school. My parents helped me locate the perfect apartment which isn't too far from home and yet enough distance where I can start my own life. When I started to move my furniture I had into the apartment, I found I was missing one thing. That was the perfect bed for a good night sleep.
I started looking at the local retail stores and the prices were just outside my budget for what I wanted. My next stop was a small mom and pop furniture store to see what they had available. Usually they will always give the best deal for something that retails a lot more. I went inside and checked out the beds they had available. Out of all the bed sets there was one that caught my eye. A Victorian style bed which looks quite old and yet inviting.
I went to the owners and asked how much for this bed. The owner told me that this bed was on clearance and I can have the whole thing for $50. I will even deliver and set it up for you for free. I looked astonished and asked if there was anything wrong with it. He told me that every single time I sold the bed to someone, they would call me the next day to come and pick it up. I looked confused on why someone would return this beautiful work of art.
I asked in a humorous voice if the bed was haunted and the guy immediately said yes with a straight face. I stopped for a moment and told the guy not to worry because I don't believe in this hocus pocus stuff and I absolutely love the bed. The store owner made arrangements and delivered it to my apartment on the same day for me. The bed looked and fit perfectly in my bedroom and I was very pleased with the purchase.
That night after a long day of unpacking everything I took a shower and laid in my new to me bed naked knowing I have freedom now. I was so tired I quickly closed my eyes and was drifting off to sleep when I felt something shake the bed a little. This is an apartment and probably my neighbors are heavy walkers. I didn't think anything of it and fell to sleep.
That morning I felt like I didn't get any sleep at all and was thinking of the dream that I woke up from. It was so weird and felt so real. I dreamed that I had 10 hands rubbing every part of my body from my toes to my chest. Then the hands turned into long thick tentacles that caressed my inner thighs, one wrapped around my cock, another rubbing my prostate while the other was going in and out of my mouth. I noticed after thinking about the dream I felt something really sticky around my groin area and my cock was so hard and 3 inches longer than usual.
I thought to myself that this dream that I had must of got me really horny and just had a wet dream. I got up and cleaned myself off in the shower. I had my breakfast and sat down on the couch to watch a little tv. After a little while I felt the same sensation that I dreamed about. What felt like hands started to stroke my cock right there on the couch. I was in disbelief that this is happening and thinking my imagination is getting carried away until I looked down. My cock was being manipulated and was watching it move on its own while the sensation was giving me the best jerking session I have ever felt.
