The Next Morning

You wake up in the dark.

Or… can you open your eyes? No, it’s too early, you are still so tired. You keep your eyes closed. You can barely remember last night. You stayed out at the club a little later than you meant.

You were dreaming about… something, you can’t quite remember. Men. A lot of men. You were surrounded by men in your dream. Thick men, hairy men, sweaty men, all tossing you back and forth. Using you. Objectifying you.

You groan with delight at the memory of the dream. You try to turn over, but something is keeping you pinned in place. Someone… is on top of you.

They are also awake. They slip a hand around your mouth and clamp it shut.

This is not your boyfriend's hand, not that he’d be upset. He’d love to watch or… join? This hand is bigger, meatier, it has a stronger grip on your mouth than you are used to.

You take a deep breath. The sheets, the detergent, it’s not familiar. You are still groggy. You wonder: is this still part of the dream?

“Open your mouth, boy,” an unfamiliar voice. You comply. You don’t have a choice.

A finger caresses your lips as a jockstrap slips inside your mouth. The fingers push it deeper, gripping your jaw. You gag, you choke, cough, but the fingers press your mouth shut and hold the jockstrap inside.

The body pressing down on you pushes up. It peels back your cheeks and runs circles around your wet pulsing hole. An index finger pushes to the left, another to the right. Another finger, another, they gently stretch. They pull as a wad of spit slaps dead center.

His legs straddle yours as he positions himself. One hand on your back holding you down and the other directing his cock to kiss your hole. You feel a smooth cockhead push at your anus, stretching it, filling you up like a flesh sleeve. If he pushes any further it could come out the other side of you.

You crack open an eye to see an unfamiliar clock. It’s 4am. Your body barely feels like your own. This has to be part of the dream. It’s too good not to be a dream.

The beefy body rocks in waves as it plunges in and out of you. He holds you by the shoulders, pushing your face into a pillow. You struggle to take deep breaths as you bounce up and down on the unfamiliar mattress.

Sweat drips onto your back slicking between your skin and his belly. He bellows as his thrusts arch wider. He pulls all the way out and pushes all the way back in, impaling you. He could break you with his weight.

He grips your hands together at the wrists, above your head. Your cock, fully erect, pushes into the mattress untouched. Your balls ache. You know you are leaking precum, gushing even, and there is nothing you can do about it. The sheets will be ruined, but they aren’t your. It’s just a very vivid dream. You shouldn’t care. Right?

He grunts, pushes his entire body onto yours as he cums hard. The thrusts are mechanical, his cock continues to pump the harder he pushes your body into the mattress. You swear you can hear the headboard crack with the pressure. Cum streams out from the side of his still pulsing cock.

He finally rolls off you. You rub the sleep from your eyes and finally open them. Standing over you are four more cocks, hard and waggling in your face.

Maybe it... isn’t a dream?