Jay slept. It was a heavy sleep. He dreamed. At first, his dreaming was peaceful, uneventful, and unremarkable.
And then, suddenly, for absolutely no reason, he dreamed he was surrounded by cocks.
A myriad of dicks. Meat as far as the eye could see. Penises of all shapes, sizes, colours, lengths and girths, all hard as fuck, and primed to explode on his face.
He was the bitch in the middle of an epic blowbang.
He dreamed he couldn't breathe properly. He was almost choked, almost suffocated, by an overwhelming abundance of cock. He wanted them all. Two in his mouth, three in his mouth, one in each hand; he couldn't get enough. His face was drenched in spit, sweat and sperm.
Rio lay next to him. He was also in a deep sleep, but was jolted awake by the unnatural and uncomfortable sounds Jay was making. He assumed Jay was having a nightmare, or even worse, might actually be struggling to breathe. "You ok, dude?" He shook Jay's shoulders. "Wake up!"
Jay woke up. Being shunted out of a deep sleep back into consciousness can feel so disorienting. He slowly realised where he was, and who he was sleeping next to.
His eyes opened wide. He was awake, but the lust from his dream hadn't dissipated. He desperately needed a cock in his face. Immediately. Without a word, he rolled over and sucked Rio's huge cock into his mouth.
Rio was surprised. He didn't expect this. "Woah, Jay," he said.
Jay didn't respond. He sucked. He was a human vacuum. He needed semen.
Rio's eyes closed as his cock grew to its full size. Jay's fist pistoned up and down the length of his shaft. His other hand cupped and squeezed Rio's balls. He was fixated, completely consumed, on getting Rio's nut as quickly as possible.
He momentarily took Rio's cock out of his mouth to utter a very simple demand. "I need you to cum in my mouth." He sucked Rio's cock back down his throat and Rio's hips began to rise up off the mattress as he fucked Jay's face.
Jay's fist was a blur.
"Here it comes, man," Rio announced. Seconds later, Jay's mouth filled with Rio's warm, delicious load. Jay swallowed it greedily, moaning in delight, but he didn't stop sucking or pumping. Eventually Rio put his hand on Jay's forehead and gently pushed him away from his cock. Jay got the message that the tip of Rio's dick was sensitive, but he didn't want to leave Rio's crotch. Not just yet.
Jay drifted back to sleep with his head resting on Rio's tummy, his hand on Rio's wet dick, and his tongue coated in Rio's delicious nut.
Jay woke in the morning in his usual sleeping position. Either he'd rolled back over naturally during the night, or Rio had pushed him away so he could go back to sleep himself. He rose, got dressed, and headed to the library. It was a cloudy, overcast Monday morning.
Meanwhile, Rio woke up whenever the hell he felt like it. He got up and checked his email and onlyfans on his phone. He moved to the kitchen and made coffee.
Nothing urgent to do today. Perfect.
He messaged Jay. 'Hey dude what time you taking your lunch break?'
Jay responded. 'Hey Rio. I'm busy at lunch today.'
'What, you too busy for *me*?' Rio added the frown emoji.
'Yeah... I'm sorry, dude... but someone new has just started working in my team and I thought I'd be a gentleman and take her to lunch,' was Jay's response.
Rio noticed the pronoun. 'Gentleman indeed. OK cool see you at home.'
Rio ate a light, early lunch, then went to the gym. He swam some laps before a weights session. He worked up a serious sweat and showered at the gym before driving home. On the way, he stopped off at the grocery store to buy some things to cook for dinner. He remembered that Jay's diet was pescatarian. No meat, but fish was OK.
Jay arrived home after work and flung his bag to the ground. "Fuck, man, it's only Monday and I'm ready for the weekend." He approached Rio and gave him a hug. "And I don't want to hear about your luxurious day of doing sweet fuck all."
"I'm cookin' for you," said Rio.
Jay's heart melted to know that Rio had been thinking of him during the day and had made plans to cook him dinner. "I'm so sorry for what I said just now, dude, it's just been a tiring day. Dinner sounds amazing! Can't wait! But let me freshen up first," he said as he headed towards the bathroom.
Jay changed clothes, and soon enough, dinner was served. Rio had prepared a simple yet delicious meal of pan-fried salmon steaks, marinated in soy sauce, sliced garlic and finely chopped lemongrass, served on steamy jasmine rice with some leafy greens and slices of avocado on the side.
"You like?" asked Rio.
"Mmmm," Jay said, as he shovelled the food into his mouth.
"Not just a pretty cock, am I?"
Jay nearly choked in surprise and laughter, and flecks of semi-masticated rice flew across the table. "Wait until my mouth is empty before making me laugh, dude!"
"If I waited until your hungry mouth was empty, I'd be waiting a long fucking time!" Jay extended his middle finger in response.
Rio laughed, and paused for a moment before turning their attention to what happened last night. "Sorry for waking you up last night, by the way. It sounded like you might have been choking. Definitely sounded like you were struggling to breathe. When you woke up, I could tell that your breathing was fine, so maybe you were having a nightmare. But by the way you reacted, I guess I was wrong about that. Must've been a hot dream for you to dive straight for my dick. I was a little surprised, to say the least. Not that I'm complaining, though. Any time of the day or night, I'm always up for a BJ."
Jay slowly pieced together what he could remember from his dream. "You know how dreams often make no literal sense? Like, they can shift from one scenario or feeling or timeframe to something completely different, without explaining how they got there? That happened to me last night. Whatever it was I was dreaming about faded away and disappeared, perhaps whatever it was wasn't important. Anyway, the next minute I was on my knees in the middle of a blowbang. I was probably dreaming about sucking cock because you dropped your fat nut on my face before we went to bed last night. And in my dream, I was completely surrounded by cocks. They were everywhere. All different shapes and sizes. They were all beautiful and delicious. I wanted them all. Every single one. All in my mouth. All at once. And if I'm piecing everything together correctly -- and I'm probably not -- I think you woke me up around this time."
"You were making some very weird noises," said Rio. "Sounded to me like you were choking."
"Maybe I was choking on the cocks in my dream," explained Jay. "And when I woke up and I remembered who was lying next to me, I just... had to have you in my mouth and on my tongue. It was pure cocklust. There's no other word for it. Cocklust."
Later, after dinner, when Jay was stacking the dishwasher and cleaning up the kitchen, he thought about the woman he had lunch with today. He thought she was cute, and wondered what she might've thought of him. And as they discussed literature, he could tell she was very widely read. They talked about Tolstoy, Orwell, Murakami and Shakespeare, and she surprised him greatly when she mentioned how much she loved the books of Halldór Laxness, the towering giant of Icelandic literature. Jay enthusiastically replied that Laxness was his favourite author of all time. She smiled, noting that Jay was the first person she'd ever spoken with who'd read him too. He hoped they'd be friends.
Rio was sitting in front of the television, watching the evening news. Everything in the world sucked. His thighs were spread wide to make room for himself.
The dishwasher was locked and loaded, and it sprang to life. "Sorry we didn't have lunch together today, dude," said Jay, as he entered the room. He sat next to Rio and rested a hand on one of his massive thighs.
"Totally cool." Rio remembered Jay was having lunch with the new chick at work. "How was she?"
"She was nice."
"She was 'nice'?" asked Rio. He did the air quotes.
"Yeah, dude. She was nice," Jay replied. "What's wrong with that?"
"She suck your dick?"
Jay knew Rio was joking. "Fuck, man. Yeah, she's fearless. She crawled under the table at lunch and fished my gigantic 15-foot elephant trunk out of my pants and she sucked it until I drowned her like I was putting out a fire. And it was only her first day, so I can't wait 'til tomorrow, maybe she'll take it in her ass. No, actually, she was really sweet. We talked a lot about books. She not from around here, she's moved here recently for this job. She doesn't know many people here. Maybe I can show her around, or something."
"Or something." Rio stroked his chin in mock serious thought and narrowed his eyes. "You wanna fuck her, don't you? I can already tell. Don't you fuckin' lie to me, man."
Jay blushed a little. "She's very cute. And she's a bookworm, so that ticks a serious box."
"Describe her?" Rio was genuinely curious to find out what Jay looked for in women. He already knew about the book fetish, but he wanted to know what else.
"Hmm. So, she's a little shorter than me, but not by much. She's got straight brown hair, the brownest eyes you ever saw, almost black -- a bit like your own, actually -- and she's got the cutest little smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks. She's got juicy, full lips that'd probably feel amazing clamped around my dick. And she's curvy."
