When I was 19 I had a best friend Rod, he was a year older than me and we hung out together all the time. We were best friends, had motorcycles went on camping trips and did some skiing together we would party and it was not unusual for us to crash sharing a bed at our parent's house.
One night after crashing at his place, I woke up and my cock was as hard as it could be. I had been dreaming that a warm hand had been playing with my cock. I looked over at my friend Rod, but he appeared to be sound asleep.
It was strange, most of the time when I dream, I remember having a dream, but generally don't remember any details about the dream when I wake up. But, this time it was different.
I remembered very clearly my dream about how that warm hand had been on my thigh, then slowly slid up, reaching over to my inner thigh. Then those warm fingers had touched my ball sack and had very gently felt my balls. I was laying with one leg straight and one knee bent, so then I had felt those warm fingers move slowly down and under my balls and slowly sliding up to my ass hole. I dreamed a finger was probing my tight hole and moving inside me -- just a little, but I remember relaxing and pushing back so the finger could slide in further. That warm finger wiggled in my hole and my cock was growing harder as I trembled in anticipation of what was happening.
I completely relaxed my sphincter muscle and the warm finger had slid all the way deep inside me.
As it pushed deep into me, it would brush my prostate sending a spasm of pleasure though me. My cock was rock hard, and I wanted to cum. The finger pulled out of my hole and the warm hand wrapped around my, now, very hard cock. I dreamed that I must have leaked some pre-cum when that finger was rubbing my prostate. I felt the hand on my cock and a thumb rubbing the head and it was slippery. It felt so good, but that thumb was rubbing so lightly and gently that I couldn't cum, it just kept me in a totally hard state. I started to wake from my dream, have you ever had a dream that did not want to wake from? It was that kind of dream. Just as I woke it seemed the hand pulled away and left my hard cock with the covers rubbing on it. It seemed so real that I was shaking, but alas it was a dream.
I had to pee, so I slowly slipped out of the bed, when I got up, I noticed that the head of my cock was slippery. I did not know why I just thought that the dream had been so vivid, that somehow asleep, I had leaked some precum or it was a wet dream? I walked naked to the bathroom.
When I returned, Rod was snoring lightly, and I quietly slipped back under the covers. I was still partly hard, I turned over on my side, facing away from my friend, and I didn't want him to know that I had an erection. I kept the leg, that was against the mattress, straight and bent the knee of my other leg, so I was part way over onto my stomach. I was comfortable and quickly went back to sleep.
Soon, I was back in my dream and that warm slippery finger was probing my hole again. Just little movements, probing lightly at the entrance to my warm tight ass. It was definitely very slippery, and felt so warm I was happy to be back in my dream, I relaxed again and pushed back into each thrust to allow it to probe me even deeper. But, this time something was different, it must have been a thumb because it was much larger. It slowly and gently moved into me, giving me plenty of time to relax between each probe. That continued for a log time, a light probe, then I would relax, and it would slip deeper.
Finally I realized that it could not be a thumb because it had pushed much deeper inside me than a thumb could. I slowly began to realize that whatever was sliding into my hole was much longer than a thumb.
The slow probing of my ass hole felt so good, my body shook with the excitement and I wanted it to go deeper, like that warm finger had done in my previous dream. I wanted to feel it rubbing my prostate and the spasm of pleasure that triggered. It was such a vivid dream, of a very warm and wet and slippery thing sliding so, so slowly inside me. The very slight friction of that object, so warm and wet, sliding in, then a small amount back out, then in a minute or two, sliding back in was feeling so good. My tight hole was molding around it, squeezing it tight, then relaxing so that it could go even deeper inside me.
After what seemed like hours, something started to tickle the top of my ass cheeks. I really didn't notice much for a while, then I realized that what was tickling me felt like a very soft hair brush. The bristles on the brush weren't stiff, like most brushed, but very soft so they weren't poking my skin, just rubbing against me. Every time that object pushed inside me, the soft hair brush would press against the top of my ass cheeks.
At some point, in my dream, I realized that the object was actually a hard cock, and the soft hair brush was the pubic hair of a man as he was fucking me. It seemed like it took minutes for that cock to slowly slide out, and then back inside me -- each time going just a little deeper than before and I was rewarded with a nice spasm of pleasure when the hard cock touched my prostate.
That slippery hard cock in my dream was taking forever to slowly work deep inside me. There was no pain, not even uncomfortable, and now that it was bumping my prostate with each deep probe, it had become very sensuous and I was in ecstasy. In my dream, my cock was so hard and I was so ready to cum because the experience of being fucked was so passionate, it was very slow and felt so good.
I could feel the heat of the hard cock that was ever so slowly fucking me. I could feel the head push back in, and the ridge just before the shaft slid past my sphincter and the erection as it slid against the inside of my virgin hole. My sphincter tightening around the hard cock that was ever so slowly fucking me. Each time the head of his cock rubbed against my prostate, I wanted to cum. Then the cock slid deep into me and stopped moving. I felt warm breath on the back of my shoulder. Almost immediately, I felt something warm and wet on my neck, just behind my ear. The hard cock inside me didn't move, but I could feel it pulse. I realized that the touch on my shoulder was a warm, wet, slippery tongue.