Jason felt his ass fill up as Paul slid in.
"I know you've been wanting this for a long time," Paul said while looking down at him.
"I have...sorry to keep you waiting. I'm such an idiot." Jason replied, helplessly looking up.
"Don't even worry about it. I'm just glad you now know your role and purpose" Paul said with a wicked grin as he started slamming in and out.
Tears of joy burst from Jason's eyes, causing his mascara to run, as he convulsed in pleasure while whimpering "I'm all yours...your slut...anything for you.."
....
Jason awoke feeling hot and out of breath. For the second time that week, he had experienced a wet dream about Paul, a fellow student in his Econ class he had never even fucking spoke to and had absolutely no interest in considering Jason was straight.
It had started two weeks ago at the start of the semester. There had been four dreams in total.
In the first, Jason was some sort of slutty crossdressing bartender. Decked out in booty shorts, a tank top with his stomach exposed, and dolled up in bright red lipstick, he walked while swaying his hips to serve Paul a beer. Paul thanked him with a hard slap on the ass, causing Jason to blush as he skipped back to the bar.
The second started similarly, but this time Paul had pulled Jason into his lap and requested a lap dance. Jason obliged, rubbing his ass on Paul's bulge while moaning and grinding back on him.
Jason had woken up both times with a raging hard on and foggy head. He shrugged it off best he could on both occasions, taking cold showers and heading to class. It made him feel weird and uncomfortable. There was nothing from his past, dream or otherwise, which may have prepared him to understand this.
The third kicked it up a significant notch. He was on his knees on the campus quad giving Paul a blowjob while hundreds of students and faculty crowded around to watch.
"Look. They all came to watch you. You're doing so good, Jason. Surely you have something to say?"
Jason removed Paul's cock from his mouth, stood, and approached a microphone that for some reason rested near them.
"I...just want to thank you all for coming today" Jason began, his bright lipstick shining in the sun. "I just hope I can make you all proud. With your support I just know I'll be the best damn cocksucker this campus ever produced!"
The crowd cheered and confetti fell as Jason dropped back to his knees and started deepthroating Paul.
"SUCK THAT DICK! SUCK THAT DICK!" the crowd roared for several minutes before breaking out into thunderous applause as Paul flooded Jason's throat.
...
Each dream was accompanied by a decidedly non-pornographic and complex synth track that he could never quite remember.
Jason sat pondering what it all meant. Why was he dreaming about this guy at all? And why were they THESE types of fucking dreams? He had never even spoken to him. He only knew his name because he had entered class late on the first day and the professor had to confirm him for the headcount.
Yes, Jason was a latent bisexual with an urge to be dominated and humiliated. No, he wasn't in denial. He had no conception or knowledge of these urges, tucked away and repressed as they were. The tacit signs had passed over his head with no thought. The way he let his best friend back home, Rick, boss him around. The strange adoration he had for his older brother's friend, Todd, who was just so cool. The way his ECON professor grilled him about his grades. He felt...funny...about these situations, but certainly not sexual.
The dreams had nudged about that sealed box of wants and he had no idea how to process them. He was hopelessly confused and didn't like how horny they made him. It was a gnawing, hungry horniness that could only be sated in a certain way.
He showered and booked it to campus. Things went smoothly until Econ. He had dreaded going, not wanting to see Paul. He took his seat and tried to pay attention as best he could, but found his mind wandering. He scanned the room and accidentally made eye contact with Paul. He broke off in a second but could have swore he smirked at him. Or maybe he was just imagining things? It's not like there was anyway Paul could conceivably know what he was dreaming about. He sighed and pretended to take notes for the rest of class. He had that funny feeling.
He had a break before his next one and decided to head to the top floor of the library in a private study room. Taking out his phone, he swallowed hard and did some Google searches on his predicament, invariably landing on Reddit. Bypassing all of the overtly horny gay dude stuff, he found some semi-related things but nothing approaching his situation.
An alarming amount of the people asking for advice had simply given up and tried the real thing. He traced some of their early skeptical posts to more recent ones, talking about their continued hook ups. Definitely not the route he wanted!
He grimaced as a bizarre curiosity took hold of him and decided to look up Paul. He found a list of his socials easily enough and looked through his Instagram. This led him to a link to Paul's music page.
"What the fuck...." Jason gasped as he learned Paul's music or stage name was Dream Maker. It appeared to be some sort of synthwave bullshit with not a lot of followers. Noticing he was nearly late for class, he bookmarked the page and left.
Back at his dorm, he peaked at it again. He listened to the pinned track with headphones in. It sounded so familiar but not generic. He felt enthralled, like he had to devote his attention to it. A feeling of warmth washed over him. He sank back in his seat, his hands seemingly exploring on their own with one toying with his nipple and the other cupping the inside of his thighs. He was the image of a woman feeling herself up. He'd never done this.
He breathed out slowly, sighing and moaning at his own electric touch. He leaned forward, shoving a hand into the back of his pants, groping at his bubble butt. His other went to his cock...but rather than jerking he held it between two fingers and did circular motions. He settled into a nice rhythm and then the song stopped. In his mind, it was Paul doing it all, sitting behind him and feeling him up.
His eyes opened and he flung the headphones across the room in disgust.
"What the..what the fuck?" He said, as he settled his hands in his lap. He was sweating from the arousal. His dick was at full length, his nipples were erect and he had this indescribable feeling at the entrance of his butthole, like it was gaping. It took about 15 minutes for him to compose himself.
Deciding on a walk to get his mind off things, he left the dorm and set out on a wooded walking trail. There was no use in getting anything off his mind, though. He couldn't begin to even think of a plausible explanation. Who could he even talk to about this? Who would understand? Blood kept rushing to his dick as he replayed everything.
These questions kept gnawing at him as he walked into an obscured wooded area to piss. He finished and zipped up, still deep in thought when he nearly had a heart attack upon seeing Paul sitting on a stump three feet away when he turned back around.
