Don's dreams were always exceptionally vivid. This one was exciting and a night trip to remember. Don accepted he was in fact dreaming and allowed the fantasy to take him away.
The jungle was steamy and thick with vegetation. He and companion Stu were on some kind of exploring mission and for the most part lost. Monkeys chattered as if making fun of their predicament. Don sweat profusely while slashing at the palm, green fronds.
Stepping into a small, open area they were soon surrounded by natives. Pointing sharpened spears, they prodded the duo to the nearby village and into a grass hut.
Two large breasted women entered and gave each a bowl of sweet fluid. Don drank the viscous, fruity offering and noticed their incredibly long, chocolate nipples. Warmth and sleepiness overtook them and the women aggressively divested of their clothing. Naked and passive, they knelt upon woven mats.
"What was in that drink?" Stu whispered, "I feel sorta loopy and tingly."
"Dunno but I feel the same way. Probably some herb thing. An aphrodisiac?" Surprisingly, both penises began to rise on their on volition. The women smiled at each other, helped the men up and they were led outside to a large open, meeting area. A crowd had formed.
Nearby two tall X-shaped bamboo frames stood. Again, the women led them forward. By the time they had reached the frames, both Don and Stu's phalluses were prominent. At full, throbbing attention against their pale skin.
Natives efficiently lashed their wrists and ankles to the wood. They were immobilized and spread eagle but due to the potion, not frightened. The frames were lifted and brought closer together. Stu and Don faced one another inches apart.
"This is weird but amazing." Stu rasped.
The two women from the hut approached the duo and pressed their erections together. Swiftly, they wound and loosely tied a long length of rawhide around the two cocks. Other women began a chanting sigh and drums beat rhythmically.
A warm palm stroked Don's derriere. An oiled finger pushed deep into his anus. His hips involuntarily jumped causing a delicious friction against Stu's frenulum. His companion must be receiving the same pressure as Stu jerked forward also. The finger found and expertly massaged his prostrate causing Don to moan aloud.
The two jerked spasmodically against each other much to the delight of the villagers. Stuart's breathing was raspy. Their huge cocks were engorged. About to burst and frustratingly in need of release.
"Ahh-eee-eee-eee!" The women chanted. So close, Don thought. Just a little more pressure Stu! Rub. Harder.
The cooler sheet accepted Don's full load of cream. He yelped upon awakening as the massive orgasm overtook. Don pressed his aching penis into the soft mattress reliving, for a moment, the intense dream. Hips wildly fucking, gobs of jism splashed against Stu's imaginary prick.
Don nearly fell back asleep as his penis tumesced and he lounged in the ecstatic, twilight world. It's laundry day anyway, he chuckled, rolling over and heading for the bathroom. Don thought, while relieving an overfull bladder, he'd have to import the eroticism of the dream to Stu.
After a light breakfast Don jumped into the shower. Hot water pummeled his body and the still horny young man lathered up. Placing the bar of scented soap inside the washcloth, he pleasantly washing his genitals. Don slithered his soapy prick against the smooth tiles and fantasized about Stuart.
Later that Saturday afternoon, Don finished up the paper he was working on at the library. The day was again warm and sunny and he casually walked home. He phoned his friend.
"Hey Stu. What's up with you today?"
"Umm. Not much. Did some domestic stuff and just hanging around now. You?"
