Sexy Andy 3

While I was eating my breakfast, a flash of that fast-fading dream stabbed my mind. I was about to do something. I was...we were in this forest, and we had just taken a piss, and we...

I was about to suck that boy's cock! My eyes got wide with that realization. But it was more than that, because at some level, I obviously found the concept so exciting that the mere thought of it was enough to make me shoot into my own sheets. Those last few scenes, the big, hard cock growing ever closer, just about to taste it now, flickered in my mind like a silent movie. All through work that day, scenes from that dream flashed and made me jump up to distract myself. Get a soda, or walk to the copier, for Pete's sake do something, but you can't spend the whole day with a hard-on.

I went straight from work to the gym, hoping to work off some of my frustrations. I got changed and made a beeline for my bike. I must have been pedaling at 50 miles per hour because Brian came over and tapped me on the arm, hard. "Take it easy," he mouthed, knowing that I had the headphones turned up loud. I nodded a "yeah, sure" in his direction and picked up the pace again.

I wore myself out, and by the time I got to my locker, I was about ready to fall over. I planted a foot on the bench to get my leg dry, hoping I had enough energy to make the drive home. I toweled quickly, and then heard sopping footsteps behind me. They seemed to walk past, but then I heard it: "Excuse me--my locker's just down this way." The hand gripped my waist, and once again, this stranger's body slid behind me. I must have been a little further out in the aisle this time, because he had to push into me pretty hard to get past. When he got halfway through, I lost my balance and started to tip over. Another powerful hand took hold of my waist on the other side, steadying me, and only after I regained my balance did I notice that I had a cock pressed hard into the crack of my ass. He held me there for a few seconds to make sure I was balanced, and I could have sworn I felt him press his groin into me. His hands squeezed my waist tight, and his cock twitched inside my split. But once again, by the time I knew what was happening, he was already by me, that brief period of slow motion gone.

I had another intense dream that night. Andy and I were on a bed, naked. We were stroking each other's stiff cocks and rubbing our hands over each other's chests. I bent over and took one of his tender, hairless nipples in my mouth, squeezing his shaft while I traced rings around his tit with my tongue. I sucked hard and bit down a little. Andy thrust his well-muscled hips up and gasped, fucking my fist as I munched on his hardened nipple. I reached under him as he arched, grabbing a handful of his exquisite ass, kneading and biting and stroking. He played with my hair, then gently urged my head lower. I left a trail of wet kisses down his chest, across his belly, around to his sensitive laterals, inside again to his hip. I felt his giant cock straining against my fingers, anticipating the fateful slide into my slick, waiting mouth. I righted myself, kneeling over him, gripping his immense shaft as I lowered my face toward the glistening, throbbing, purple head. I parted my lips and tasted the rich, salty texture of Andy's jism on the tip of my tongue. I pursed my lips to encircle the very tip of his cockhead, darting my tongue against the underside of his shaft as he gently pushed my head lower onto him. I opened wide to accept him.

Once again, I was denied. The din of rumbling trash cans outside made me think it was morning. Actually, a foraging dog had overturned the neighbor's cans. It was smack in the middle of the night. I lay in bed--at least it was relatively dry this time--coated with sweat and beset with a pounding erection. I kicked off the blankets and wrapped my fingers around my cock. I closed my eyes and tried to recall the dream. I saw the pictures--Andy's perfect body, that beautiful, giant cock, the reflections in the shimmering fluid that gathered at its tip--but unlike the dream, I couldn't taste or feel. No matter, the images were enough. I had never sucked a cock, but I sunk everything I had into imagining that Andy was there with me, and that I was going down on him with abandon. I pictured the wide shot, seeing us both from the side, Andy pumping his cock into my mouth, arching his back high off the bed when I took him deep into my throat. I massaged his balls while my fingers probed his ass, the crack made slick by a mixture of sweat, saliva and jism. I stroked and sucked Andy's massive cock until he couldn't stand it any more. I shut my eyes tight and pictured him coming, jets of thick, creamy liquid leaping from his cock and hitting my face, running in sticky rivers down my cheeks and around my mouth. I bucked and tensed as my own real-life orgasm matched his, squirt after endless squirt, pumping with such force that my own cum was landing around my neck and bouncing off my chin.

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