- Nick, dreams and gossip
Stat didn't do what I wanted it to do: hide my guilt. How could I have betrayed Tom so quickly and on our first anniversary? True, Tito was one appealing dude -- that caramel flesh, his shaved cheeks and his tight hole. True, he could open up for both me and Tom at the same time, at least in my fancy -- and was it really betrayal if I came imagining Tito was Tom? Yeah, stupe, it was betrayal, you fell for a rent boy with a pizza carry out for a cover. How dumb could you be? Talk about slow on the uptake and without knowing diddly squat of Spanish. And what about those gooey briefs under your pillow. Do you really think there's a Jack Fairy or any other kind of fairy for that matter, maybe the gay brother of Jack Frost? And what's me gusta anyway?
I fell asleep chewing. About three, the dreams started. Blue condoms swimming in cum, Tito's ass floating before me, then his cock pushing into my mouth and Tom hovering over me saying over and over again You just don't get it, man, you just don't get it,' and Tito cumming in my throat but still not cumming no matter how hard I sucked and Tito and Tom began to merge in my head, and I kept saying at the same time I get it, TitoTom, I get it' and then I came for real, slow and leaky with a burning sensation like I was doubly guilty, till I thought `I'm not coming, I need to pee and I really have to get up and pee or I'll wet the bed.'
I got up groggy and went down the hall to the john. On the way back I met Nick, who was just standing there like he was waiting for me. I wasn't sure who he was in the dim light until he spoke.
"Hey buddy, how's it hanging?" I mumbled something. "Looks like your pouch is soaked and soggy, had a wet dream?" I touched my pouch, `my god, he's right, I did have a wet dream.'
"You might not want to advertise like that. Lots of guys on this floor will gossip -- no secrets here -- and you're a walking bill board for wet dreams. Looks real juicy." I didn't answer.
"Don't worry about me, mum's the word." Sure I thought, like I didn't really have a wet dream. "And by the way, Tom told me to tell you that the pizza from Tito's was really prepaid, so not to worry. I like double sausage too," and Nick walked way.
I was fully awake now, and mad as hell and relieved as hell. So Tom set it all up with Tito, he did it all just for me, in the midst of getting everything ready he really cared. Nick was a real shit, but his news was good and I bet he got a big kick out of my cum soaked briefs. I kind of did too, but my cock and balls were getting cold, so I pulled them off and walked bare assed back to the room. Lucky thing no one saw me, but that wouldn't have mattered, because that shit Nick had a sweet tidbit for tomorrow. By noon everyone would know.
As I fell into bed, I thought `Maybe I will jack off into Tito's briefs,' Marcel, here I come -- get it?' and then I remembered Tito had no underwear so that wouldn't work, but that wouldn't matter, I could use mine, it was still Tito's cum that I moped up the floor with and Tom would recognize them, and I fell asleep wondering what's French for cum and what me gusta meant. Tom's face floating in my head. No guilt, just love.