Part One: Dreamousal
He fought wildly against the bonds trapping his arms to the cold pole; his whole body was frozen. All he could do was sit there, legs spread wide, naked in the dark feeling a suckling sensation...
He woke up with a start, panting hard; drops of sweat slipping from his forehead.
He rolled over onto his back; his evident arousal was uncomfortable pressed up against the bed.
He rubbed the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. It was just too much. He had lost count of how many times he had these strange, but highly erotic dreams. He could never see the one who dominated him. Though, deep down he knew who he wanted it to be.
He shakily slipped his hands under his thin bed sheet and slowly ran his hands down his body to stop them right over the crotch of his boxers. He bit his lower lip in contemplation. Should he?
He pressed his hand gently against his arousal and nodded to himself; he was alone in his locked room in the middle of the night. Nobody was going to catch him masturbating—he felt himself twitch in excitement from the thought of being caught redhanded by him.
"Mmm." With that thought in his head he rubbed himself through the fabric that covered him.
He pressed his lips to form a firm line in order to withhold any sounds of pleasure; just like he would if he was being touched by him. He held onto himself with his right hand and slipped his left one into his boxers.
The skin to skin contact caused him to arch his body up into himself. He gently ran the tip of his finger against the side of his shaft slowly reaching its sensitive head.
Within seconds he was pumping himself with his hand at a slow pace to bring himself over the edge very slowly.
He was so focused on reaching the brink slow that he took no heed to the low moans that slipped from his lips. He had to push the boxers to the middle of his thighs to let his honest erection free; at the same time he kicked the covers off his body to get more access to himself.
The cold temperature of the room hit his naked member sending jolts up his spine and his hips rose off the bed.
"Nngh. S-s-sen...pai~!"
His breathing got harder, sweat dripped down the sides of his face, and his hand pumped faster; using his free hand he fondled his balls.
A hot tingly sensation filled his lower stomach; he could feel it coming in hard. He relentlessly pumped, not wanting to miss it—a loud wanton cry left his lips the moment he expelled his hot, sticky fluid over his thighs and hands.
His vision blurred and he let his head drop back to his pillow, panting hard.
The back of a blond head was the last thing he saw in his mind before he re-entered the world of darkness.
Notes:
I have no idea to what possessed me to write this, but I did and it will be continued.
This new story Dreamnected won't be long at all.
This is my first time at writing anything s-sexual.
And this was Fran if you haven't realized.
Reviews are always loved.
