I'll never forget the first time I dreamt about the dude down the hall.
I knew the guy's name was Chad, but apart from that, I didn't know much about him. He didn't seem to talk much, but he had a hell of a body.
Our dorm had communal showers, so I'd seen him naked more than once. My friends and I had always hated having to go there, but Chad had never seemed to mind. I figured he must've been an athlete, so he'd probably gotten used to showering in the open. He'd never seemed to have any shame as he stripped off his tank top and shorts, tossed his undies and towels to the side, and walked around butt naked.
I've got to be honest: I loved watching him in there. The dude looked like an Abercrombie model. He was about six feet tall, with longish brown hair that was just a little bit curly. He had powerful biceps that seemed to go perfectly with his well-toned six-pack and plump bubble butt. He was cut, so his cock had darker skin on the shaft and lighter skin on the head; and behind it hung a pair of big bulbous balls.
Once Chad turned on the shower, he'd always start by turning around, pouring soap on his hands, and lathering himself up. He'd spend a few minutes scrubbing his pits, his crotch, and his asscrack, always in the same order.
After that, he'd lean back and let the water pour over him. The suds would flow across his chest and abs, and eventually they'd drip off his cock. He'd run his hands through his hair, then caress his bare body like he was doing it for show.
I'm
not sure how my dream started, exactly. Like most sex dreams, it seemed to come put of nowhere, and it didn't always make sense. I'd always sworn I wasn't gay, but I found myself fantasizing in spite of myself.
I dreamt that somehow or other I'd started talking to Chad. The next thing I knew, I was exploring his body with my hands. Chad gazed right at me with his big chestnut eyes. I took a deep breath, and the steam from the shower filled my lungs.
Before I knew it, my lips were pressed against his, and his tongue was forcing its way into my mouth. We started fumbling around, totally oblivious to the other guys around us.
I grabbed Chad's ass with one cheek in each hand, and I pulled his body toward me. His cock rubbed up against mine, and I could practically feel my pre-cum oozing its way out. I explored his crack with my fingers till I found his hole, and I gently poked my way in.
By and by we stumbled into Chad's room. By then, I couldn't deny that I wanted his ass. I grabbed his arms and held them high above our heads. Then I pressed Chad's body against the wall and started sucking on his face. Chad let out a groan as he ground his hips against mine. Tingling sensations seemed to ripple through my body.
I stepped back for a moment, and Chad lowered himself onto his bed. For a moment we just feasted our eyes on each other. Chad looked downright delicious lying spread-eagle on his sheets, with his cock standing at attention, and his crack and his pucker in full view. Then I took a deep breath, bent down, and went in for the kill—
— and then I woke up.
My phone alarm was buzzing, and I scrambled to shut it off. The sun was just starting to shine through the window.
Fuck!
was the first thought that came into my mind. I'd never seemed to get off during sex dreams, and apparently this one was no different. Now I was left with a raging hardon and a pounding in my chest.
I squinted, looked around, and tried to get my bearings. It was my second semester of college, and my former roommate Dino had just dropped out of school. It was just as well, I thought, because I hadn't really liked living with the guy.
Among other things, I'd had no place to jack off by myself, so I'd had to do it quietly at night. Dino had done the same thing, although he never let on about it. I felt a little guilty, and I'm guessing he did too, and we both pretended nothing ever happened. Still, I'd gotten to know all too well the soft squeaks of his bed, his muffled grunts, and his deep breaths at the end; and I'm guessing he'd gotten to know the same things about me. We'd also learned not to touch each other's laundry, especially our socks, because that's what both of us used for our cleanup. Even so, I figured there was nothing weird about that; for crying out loud, didn't all red-blooded guys beat their meat?
As I laid there in bed, I took a deep breath and tried to put Dino out of my mind. I stared at the ceiling for a minute, and I found myself wondering what my dream might've meant.
I was still sure I was straight, no question about it. After all, I'd had a girlfriend in high school, and we'd had a helluva lot of sex along the way. Granted, I hadn't dated any girls since, but only because I'd been so busy with school. I didn't see any problem with that, since a lot of my friends were in the same boat.
I knew I'd need to finish myself off, or else I'd end up with blue balls. I threw my covers aside, pulled myself out of bed, and sat down in front of my computer.
I logged onto my usual porn sites, and I browsed through the videos of girls having sex. Sometimes the girls were doing it with each other, and other times they were doing it with guys. I started getting rubbing my crotch through my underwear, and I could already feel a little wet spot getting bigger.
After
a minute, I decided fuck it. After all, with Dino gone, I had the room to myself. I pulled off my pajamas and threw them to the side. Then I sat down naked.
I'd always had a thing for orgy porn, so I tried to click on the link for group sex. But I was so excited that I clicked on the wrong link, and I got to the page for gay sex instead. I flinched at first, and I fumbled for the back button. But then I blinked, and I realized that a lot of the videos looked like my dream.
The videos were full of guys like Chad, with ripped bodies, thick cocks, and bubble butts. I'd never watched gay porn before, so I'd never seen such a sight. These guys were having sex any number of ways. Some of the clips seemed downright cheap, maybe made off of somebody's phone, while others seemed pretty professional.
I scrolled down the page and tried to gauge what turned me on the most. I picked out a video that looked good, and I hit play.
It took a second for it to load, but once it did, a pair of twentysomething guys sauntered into a room. The first guy was basically tall, dark, and handsome; he had a beard and wore a t-shirt and shorts. The second guy was short and skinny, with a head of sandy-colored hair.
Both boys sat on a bed, exchanged some small talk, then chatted with the cameraman. I didn't listen to a word they were saying.
I licked my lips and reached down between my legs. I started fondling my balls with one hand, and stroking my shaft with the other. I couldn't take my eyes off the screen as the guys stripped down and laid back against the bed. The dark-haired guy gave off a mischievous grin, then leaned over and started sucking the other.
I could've gotten off right then, but I didn't want it to be over, so I forced myself to go slow. I took my hand off my cock and just watched the clip. I'd never seen a guy blowing another, so I had to wonder what the dark-haired guy was feeling. I particularly wondered how that dick might taste in his mouth. I toyed with my own cockhead, then ran my fingers up and down my taint.
I assumed that the skinny guy would get it up the ass, but I turned out to be wrong. I practically held my breath as the dark-haired guy laid back, lifted his legs, and begged for the other guy's dick.