Introduction
Hey guys! Thanks for the warm reception and I can't believe there are so many of you funny pervs that enjoy the Wet Dreams. As promised I have another one for you from Will's Journal. I wonder who he dreams about this time aye?
About myself: I am Cody Samuels, I am twenty and I am an English Creative Writing student in London. I am the author of Jack and Daniel and Tailoring to your needs. This is my third story that is in the making. I hope you guys enjoy this
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Here we go!
Wet Dreaming
The Journal of Will Barret
DISCLAIMER: This narrative has scenes of male nudity and sexual acts between two men that readers may find disturbing or inappropriate for ages under 18. Please do not read if you comply with both of those categories.
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The characters are all fictional with vague and few references to real people. If they come across coincidentally as someone in reality please take it as a compliment. Events are also referenced from certain real life scenarios and are fictional. If you have experienced them feel free to contact me about it.
NOTES: This is a fantasy- Reality is different, use a condom.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------- 1/07/09
This is the second of my wild wet dreams while studying at MIT This one is about my college professor- Doctor Damian Rothford.
He is in his early thirties. Brown hair, broad shoulders, a bit of a chest on him, but a lot of chestnut brown hair that seemed to forest in his shirt. He had an easy smile on him and he had these amazing blue eyes that somehow spoke more words than a novel could.
In this dream, I was found myself in his classroom. I studied Political Sciences, and he was a very passionate person. He taught that philosophy, psychology and sociology were all separate branches leading into politics and humanity.
But what he also communicated through his words was the ability to express freedom, love and the ability to love. So in other words he was a hopeless romantic. He had me engulfed in his talk so much that I dreamt about him the next night.
Oh GOD did I have a dream.
It started off with him being in the classroom with me. And he was talking but I wasn't paying attention. I was just admiring his well shaped globe-like ass that seemed to parade itself in my face and try to teach me Rothford's Anatomy 101.
I told him that he should just sit down with me and talk me through it because I was the only person there and it seemed a waste of energy to try and project his voice out. So he did.
His white shirt was popped to the second button. So I saw plenty of his chestnut forest. It was a very weird thing for me, because I suddenly felt like a Beta, as he loomed over me and then to take a seat next to me. Did I mention he was 6'5? Huge guy, very Alpha male and dominant.
He scared me and excited me all at the same time.
And as we talked more, I inched closer to his body from the side of the table, getting closer as he wrote more, until the hairs on his fore arm brushed me, forcing my heart to beat harder so my dick could get harder.
He was a sight for seriously sore eyes. If my dreams where going to be like this all the time, fuck reality and relationships- put me on constant sleeping pills and I'll be cumming all night long.
Because this man- had such a sexual aura, it made me dizzy and forget what he was saying. I had to ask a couple of times for him to repeat the explanation. He noticed this too and he was already flustered as I was.
There was definitely chemistry between us. My hard cock seemed to think so, and if I was right, his skin and pheromones were telling me he wanted to teach me something else- more...Solid.
"Will? Are you getting this?" he asked me. Damn even his voice was alluring and cock-strokingly sexy.
"Prof. I..I..Can't concentrate anymore?" I said. I'm lucky this was a dream otherwise, I was in one hell of a disciplinary if this went mucky.
"Why not Will?" he asked a little coy and obtuse at this point. But his smile gave everything away.
"Because sir... I can't stop thinking about how much I really want to see what's under your shirt." I gulped and then reached down to adjust my stiff jeans.
"Oh.... Right... We've gone from Churchill and Roosevelt to Hard-on's and My shirt" he chuckled out.
I felt so stupid at this point. Why did I say that in my dream?.. I mean Why! I know it's a dream but at least let me have some dignity.
"Do you really want to see Will?" He asked. He was a little more playful and coy with his tone. But it was all the egging I needed. "Yes sir" I nodded.
So he started to unbutton his shirt. One painfully slow button at a time. God this was such a prick tease to me, I could have sworn I was leaking big time. I was actually! I felt the wet stickle of humid pre-cum penetrating the layers of my jeans to my hands.
Once he had taken his shirt off, there he was in all his basking glory. His chestnut forest shaped in a T across his pecs and then down his middle, where it grew sparse before hitting his stomach and branched out of his treasure trail and hit below his belt of atlas.
It was a sexy thing, just looking at this powerful specimen of the Alpha male breed. It had me gagging to release myself onto him or him into me would have been the right way because I knew there was no way in heaven that I was going to fuck him. He wouldn't let me. But the idea was still hot none the less.
"Now it's your turn Will, one good deed must be repaid with another" I was shocked. My mouth gawped open and the next thing I knew I had stripped off my T-shirt and let him see my less hairy than his body. I watched as his eyes drank in the planes and shadows on my body.
He moved towards me, a slow and dominant move as if he ruled the roost. It was alluring and mesmerizing watching him move towards me and then tapping his belt buckle as if he knew what I was thinking. I was only too happy to comply to my thoughts.
I reached for his belt and unbuckled them, slowly, savouring the feeling of his forest on my fingers. Savouring the feeling of his skin against my thumbs as I slid them into his boxers. Savouring the smooth transition between his loins and my palms as I stripped him of his black trousers. Savouring the slapping down of his hard seven member slapping against his stomach and then bobbing up and down for some attention.
He was an awesome sight to behold, so awesome that he made me shake a little. I felt the rattle in my muscles and bones as he approached me. But when he touched me, it was a completely aspect. It was weird because I never thought that dreams could be as intense as the real life.
He was actually extremely gentle. The way he stroked my face with the back of his knuckles, it was erotic and sensual all at the same second and simultaneously, I felt his entire body, hard and firm against my front.
I shivered with excitement and let out a breath of exasperation. "Please sir.." I said quietly and thought `fuck me'.
His eyes were looking straight at me- piercing blue and intense as ice. But he was sincere as well. The ice melted in his eyes and I felt a cool wave of wanting in his eyes that washed along his skin. It was the heat.
I felt his dick bounce as I pressed harder against him. And then I felt his hands reach around for the small of my back. I sighed and leant onto his chest, nuzzling him and smiling. It was peace. Those last few seconds before I looked up and felt a wetness envelop my lips.
Gosh! He was kissing me! I felt his tongue penetrate my mouth and probing in soft, sensual strokes. I was on the verge of having some dry orgasm at first.
His hands smoothed over the small of my back, his body pressed hard against mine, I could feel his dick throbs like a car engine ready to go from 0-60 in 3 seconds. It was so much to take in. I felt my eyes close shut and my mind reel with sex as he licked his was from my neck to my ear.
I shivered hard wanting him in me. I wasn't a bottom naturally- but with the right guy: I would practically beg for him to be in me. His tongue probed my ear and I moaned hard, the snuffling my mouth over his shoulder and began to chew the firm and soft muscle on his shoulders. He was the right guy right now.
He breathed hard, and I felt a cool yet warm breath over my ear. I wanted him then and there- in me, hard in hard out. Our bellies were slick from the precum we both produced. His hard on ground into mine so much that I just hopped onto his waist and wrapped my feet around him, locking my ankles into place.
He got the message all too well and scooped me up from the hug he had me in, reached his left hand, guided his throbbing and wet cock around my tight pucker. I clenched at first and he drew me in closer. Damn this man was powerful. He forced his lips onto me- primal and dominant. I wanted it and took his delicious red lips and kissed them, wanting more.
And then an overwhelming pain took over me, and I was nearly flaccid but oozing so much. I felt him go in like a rocket. Wow! He was so big! I was screaming silently for him to take it out. "It's ok Will... Take it easy..The worst is over...Just breathe"
I did. I tried. But they were quick breathes at first. I was trying to get over the pain at first. A searing burning pain which was soon subsiding as he moved us to a table so he could sit down.
"You can take control here... take it at any pace you want" the professor said. "O-o-ok Prof" I whimpered back.. A little tired but not the least bit turned off. "Call me Damian for the moment..." he smiled at me. I was flushing again because his smile made me do so. I could feel the heat streak across my face. I turned a bright red as he grabbed my cock. I gasped and clenched hard, which caused him to gasp and blush furiously.
I liked this reaction to him. Him becoming a little more submissive. I was in control definitely. And little did I know it but I was clenching and pumping my ass up and down on him so much, that he too was scarlet.
In fact, I had got a rhythm going and he was closing his eyes and often opening them so you could see the whites in his eyes and little of his pupils. He getting so much out of this, I wondered when he was going to cum.
I felt his hips- and now It was my turn to be submitted to his awesome power, because I felt my prostate being hit by his dick. I whimpered at first, and tried not to let him know I was enjoying it, but he noticed it.
And he went AWOL. He flipped me onto the table , spread my legs apart and started ramming me silly and jacking me off at the same time.
Each powerful thrust and jam into my hole, made me cream for dear life. I groaned hard, my eyes clenched tight, my brow furrowed, and from the little view I got because of my reaction- he too had his eyes clenched tight and his brow furrowed. Moaning and groaning and gasping for dear breath.
It was coming soon! I could feel it! The pressure in my ears which blacked everything out except for the sound of thrusting and the slapping of his balls onto my ass, I felt my body tense up and writhe with so much sexual energy, I was so close to explode! I was so close! I was nearly there!
"OH! SHIT! DAMIAN!" I screamed! And Before I knew it He and I came at the same time! I was screaming loudly and clawing his forearms while he jammed into me harder and harder, which forced me to jolt and wake up. My eyes were wide open, but it was pitch black.
But that night- it was more than just a dream. I think it was real! Because I felt someone retract out of me, run out and slam the door on the way out.
WHO the HELL was it? ----------------------------------------------------------- All the mistakes are mine, because I haven't got an editor and I tend to pass things off as "Artistic".
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