For several years now I’ve been having dreams. Dreams of the most impeccable human specimen I’ve ever seen, Mike. He has beautiful blond hair, brown eyes that stair deep into you and perhaps the sexiest body in the world. He’s six feet tall, not too tall, but not short. His torso resembles that of a god… rock hard abs, muscular pecs, well developed biceps and the cutest little belly button. His legs are strong and powerful, a result of years of hockey and any other sport you can name. I’ve only ever caught a glimpse of his bulge, but from what I’ve seen he has nothing to be ashamed of. But even with all of that, the sexiest most luscious part of his incredible body is without a doubt his soft, sensual lips. Every time I saw him I would attempt to strike up a conversation just to have an excuse to watch his lips move. The mere thought of touching them was enough to get me off. And as our friendship grew, this became increasingly difficult to hide. 

I’ve been in school with him now for 15 years, he’s a year younger than I am but he fast tracked through high school and now we attend the same university. With every passing day as my lust grows, among other things, our friendship becomes stronger. I thought it would be heaven going to a big university with only him and a few other friends from high school. Not knowing anyone else, having only each other to sit with in class for at least a few weeks. But we were friends, so we sat together all the time, in every class we shared. For the first few months it was incredible, I got to sit beside him in cramped seating, our legs touching, our arms touching his lips but a foot and a half away from mine. It was perfect. Or so I thought.

The innocence of forbidden fruit, like everything else, fades with time. I began to lose control. In class while holding my books over my thighs, I began pleasuring myself while staring at him. With every slight turn of his head I would fear him catching me, but I couldn’t stop myself. My primal urges always won over in a battle with my common sense. Everyday was harder than the last. I found it next to impossible to keep my hands off of him. He was and is everything I’ve ever dreamed about. Every time he opened his mouth to speak I dreamed of passionately kissing him, confessing my love, our tongues softly caressing, my hands exploring the ridges of his body slowly making their way to the inevitable bulge growing in his jeans, groping, tenderly massaging, loving. And that’s when I would fall back down to Earth, my underwear soaked as the result of wet dream. My heart would be pounding out of my chest, half from the excitement of the dream and half from the fear that he’d noticed. 

This carried on for about a month, everyday sitting next to him, so close but unable to act upon the urge that now dictates my life. Every waking second was spent leering at him while every moment of sleep was consumed by passionate, pure, sexual lust. My mind was no longer mine, it was a part of him, it thrived on thoughts of him. Until one day the dream took over my reality and to my horror I acted upon my fantasy, completely aware that it would likely mean the end of our friendship and that I may never be able to see his lips move again. But I would always have the memory of feeling them brushed up against mine. That, no one could ever take away. 

We were in the bathroom when it happened. It was late, we had been studying and the building was deserted but for the janitors. He was washing his hands, he was meticulous about germs, and with his full attention on cleanliness I slowly approached him from behind wrapping my left arm around his chest while sliding my right hand down to his crotch. I knew he would hate me for it, but I couldn’t stop. As I began to massage his manhood, I softly kissed his smooth neck and I could feel my cock hardening. At his point the pushed my hands off of him, turned around, and kissed me like I had always imagined. All this time I expected him to react furiously and he returned the passion and lust. Our tongues began searching the depths of our mouths, my hands quickly returned to the now rock hard cock still hidden in his pants. I stopped, stared deep into his eyes and unbuttoned his shirt revealing his flawless body. As I kissed my way from his lips all the way down his body I finally reached the moment I’d been waiting for all my life. My hands had roamed all around his body, grasping his firm ass. While making sure to never break eye contact, I removed his jeans, followed by his boxer briefs until I was on my knees in front of a perfect, tantalizing cock waiting to be swallowed. Staring deep into his soul I slowly wrapped my mouth around his six-inch man meat. I’ve never been in such ecstasy, I was actually sucking the cock of my dreams. My fingers had begun to explore his hole, flowing in and out simultaneously with the rhythm of his cock. Everything was exactly as I had imagined it, he looked better than ever, glowing from the sweat. His scent of his cologne had faded and his musky man-scent filled the air. He was licking his lips with anticipation, I could feel him preparing to release his fluid into my eager throat. Just as his essence began to flow into my mouth, I heard a loud noise. I opened my eyes, I had slept though another chemistry class. I never knew how he would actually react, the timing was never as perfect as in my fantasy, but he’ll always be the man of my dreams.