Erotic Story: Wet Dreams
    When I awoke the bed sheets were soaked with sweat. The head of my twitching cock was swollen purple, and slithering in a pool of sticky semen. This was not the first time I’d dreamt about having sex with another man, but it was the first time I’d ever dreamt about it and had an orgasm. I was so blown away by the whole experience, I found myself just lying there in my sweat, panting, vividly recalling every detail of my erotic, nocturnal illusion.
   Lance was the head of the men’s wear department at the store where I worked. He was in his early twenties, but looked more my age, eighteen. The image of his handsome face and lean physique was with me night and day. Every fiber of my manhood was crying out in agony, longing to explore his body.
I sat up on the edge of the bed, allowing the milky sustenance of my spent load to oozed down my belly and trickle into the dense pubic fur that nestled the base of my still raging hardon.
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