Hollywood Deepthroat

Hollywood Deepthroat 8

"Hollywood Deepthroat 8 - The Dream"
by hollywooddeepthroat@gmail.com

I've never really had wet dreams. You know, the type you hear about: a guy gets so turned on while he's sleeping that his dick blows a huge wad of semen and he wakes up swimming in a puddle of his own spunk. I figure this is the male body's way of eliminating cum that a guy just can't unload on his own through masturbation and sex; since I have sex almost as much as I jack off, I really don't have a chance to build up a cum surplus. I do tend to fall asleep with a raging hard on, and wake up just as hard.

The cottage behind the main house is pretty small: there's an all-purpose living room/kitchen/eating area that is adjacent to a smallsunporch (which has been turned into the aforementioned glory hole depot). At the rear of the small house is a little bedroom and a tiny bathroom off that. Some nights I fall asleep on the couch while watching porn, usually wearing nothing more than a pair of loose cotton shorts, but if I manage to get myself into bed, I'll strip naked, so the force of my erection under my pants doesn't cause any nocturnal discomfort.

Even though I don't shoot cum in my sleep, I still dream about sex. Sometimes I'll squirm around as a virtual porn movie plays in my head, a wild all-male orgy. I am always the center of attention, with guys lining up at both ends to have a turn at my mouth and ass, many of them shooting their cum on my naked body, because they can't hold it back before they get a turn. I always wake up with a start and run my hands over my naked body, surprised to find my skin clean and dry, not sticky with the loads of countless men I was dreaming about. Sometimes I'll even find my jaw sore, and my hole tensing, as if my body was physically reacting to my dream visions.

Last night was different. I had made it to the bed and was naked. I was hot, so I must have thrown back the covers, content to lie on my back -- arms and legs sprawled -- my hard cock pointing straight up at the ceiling. I don't remember dreaming about anything in particular, but my body was reacting to something sexual. A hand on my naked thigh, fingers on my belly. I felt the hair on my pecs bristle, my nipples harden. A soft tongue was working my nipple as the guy's hands massaged my lower body: thighs, the edges of my ass, my sides, my abs, my forearms.... I didn't feel the hands on my cock or nuts, but my dick was throbbing like crazy anyhow.

And then the guy's mouth found my dick, his tongue slowly working its way around my knob. The tongue found that wonderful little g-spot just under my glans, and I could hear myself moaning as the tongue flattened and began to gently lick right there. Right there. Right there. Right there.

The mouth opened, slowly taking all of my cock. I was squirming, awake now. Blissed out. And then the realization. Not a dream. Not alone. There's a guy in my bedroom. Sucking me off. Not alone. Light. How do I turn on the light?

My heart immediately began to hammer and I felt adrenaline flood my gut. The intruder realized that I had just had my first coherent thoughts about what was happening and stopped sucking. His face was near mine; I could feel his warm breath on my cheek.

"That bastard, Eddie. He told me you were into this."

Eddie. Hollywood. The house up front. He set this up. Sex. Probably someone famous. Relax. Not an intruder. Just a visitor.

I took a deep breath and held it. I didn't speak. Once I had calmed down a little, I put my hands on the intruder's head and pushed it away. Back down to my cock.

Naturally, my dick hadn't softened a lick, a fact I used to rationalized my willingness to continue this fucked up scene. The intruder gave amazing head and I found myself getting into it. I could hear myself forming words, dirty words: "Suck that dick. Oh my fucking God, that feels so fucking good...." I was hearing it in my head. Save for the sound of our breathing, neither of us made a sound. ("GodDAMN, you have a hot fucking mouth.... now if you'd just lick my nuts....")

Once I was fully awake and my eyes (somewhat) adjusted to the darkness, I began to realize certain things about the intruder:

1. He was naked.

2. He had a buzz cut.

3. He was muscular and strong.

4. He was hung (while he sucked me, he humped my hairy leg, his low hanging balls bouncing around).

5. Did I mention he was a superb cocksucker?

He was so good, he was able to sense when I was near climax. I've learned this too, while sucking lots of cock. You can sometimes gauge when a guy is close as soon as his knob begins to swell, the dick gearing up to spurt its juice. He was good enough to get me right to the wire and then leave me suspended in that very narrow place between cumming and not cumming. I held my breath, as if to prevent the inevitable, but he did a little trick with his thumb and a finger against my taint (I think... it's still all a blur), effectively preventing me from shooting. My dick went numb, burning with pleasure. And then when the sensation subsided, he'd release his fingers and go back down on me. I'd throw back my head, my body would squirm, my hands would rub his hot close-cropped hair. God, I needed to cum!

And finally he let me, giving me a release that was so powerful, I felt myself nearly passing out as cum erupted from my cock. The orgasm shook my entire body so hard, it felt like the intruder had climbed on top of me to smother me with his muscular body. Almost immediately I felt myself falling back asleep. Even though I tried to pull myself back up, it was impossible, as if the intruder had injected me with a powerful fast-acting drug (and as far as I knew, he could have). I quickly returned to an erotic dream, in which a popular (and naked) male celebrity was standing over me, stroking an unnaturally large dick and using my face and naked chest as a landing pad for several squirts of cum.

The dream - and the man's identity - was still clear in my mind when I awoke. Sunlight was visible through the window. My cock, as usual, was standing at attention. The events of the middle of the night came flooding back, and I felt my body react once again. Heart pounding, I jumped up. Even though I was alone, I ran through the cottage to make sure he wasn't hiding someplace. The door was locked. No sign that anyone had been there.

Except for the drying cum on my face and chest.

I grabbed my cell, oblivious to the fact that I was getting sticky sperm all over it. Speed dial: Eddie.

"One thing. Last night. The guy. Was it...?"

It was.

Turns out some of my dreams are wet after all.