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When I awoke the bed sheets were soaked with sweat. The
head of my twitching cock was swollen purple, and slithering
in a pool of sticky semen. This was not the first time I’d
dreamt about having sex with another man, but it was the
first time I’d ever dreamt about it and had an orgasm. I was
so blown away by the whole experience, I found myself just
lying there in my sweat, panting, vividly recalling every
detail of my erotic, nocturnal illusion.

Lance was the head of the men’s wear department at the
store where I worked. He was in his early twenties, but
looked more my age, eighteen. The image of his handsome face
and lean physique was with me night and day. Every fiber of
my manhood was crying out in agony, longing to explore his
body.

I sat up on the edge of the bed, allowing the milky
sustenance of my spent load to oozed down my belly and
trickle into the dense pubic fur that nestled the base of my
still raging hardon. “Lance, my God how I want you,” I
muttered softly, unable to ignore the demands of my pulsating
erection. There was just time enough to whip up another
frothy wad of creamy spunk before having to get ready for
work.

Going to my dresser, I retrieved a jar of lube and a six—
inch latex cock I kept hidden beneath my socks. I paused
only for a moment to check myself out in the mirror; slender
hips and waist, long muscular legs, strong upper torso, and a
handsome face. If I was to see a guy who looked like me, I
would want to fuck him. I couldn’t help wondering if that
thought had ever crossed Lance’s mind? Had he ever watched
my tight, round ass and fantasized about screwing me?

Returning to my bed, I greased up the spongy, rubber
cock and gently inserted it into my flexing butthole. The
image of Lance hovering over me, his soft, wet mouth gaping
with pleasure, filled my imaginative mind. What would it
really be like to have his hard dick up my ass? Was his cock
bigger than the dildo now filling my tight hole? Did he like
to fuck hard and fast, or slow and easy? A river of pre—cum
wept from my pisshole as I vigorously pumped my thick,
lumbering rod.

As the first volley of stringy jism was just erupting
from the hollow well at the tip of my bloated knob, I shoved
the dildo into my butt all the way. My asshole savagely
sucked the latex cock deeper into my spastic rectum as
another surge of manly bliss spilled over my pumping hand.
Creamy cock juice puddled on my heaving stomach as the
intensity of my orgasm subsided. I rubbed the stringy starch
all over my hard muscles, wishing the jism was Lance’s.

Business was slow at work that day, which was fine by
me. It just gave me more time to stare at Lance. Christ,
just being in the same department, sharing the same air with
him, gave me a huge boner. I was so hungry for my first
taste of cock, I was fit to be tied.

Lance was busy working on a new display when a nice
looking stud came in looking to buy a pair of jeans. Of
course I was ready, willing and able to offer him what ever
assistance he might require in making his selection.

After finding his size in a style he liked, I showed him
to the fitting room so he could try them on. I was
pleasantly surprised when my handsome, young customer took
off his pants without bothering to close the privacy curtain.
Damn, he had a great body; long, nearly hairless legs, small,
round ass, and a bulging basket that left little to the
imagination.

After putting on the jeans, he turned and faced me.
“What do you think?” He asked. “You don’t think they’re too
tight in the crotch, do you?”

I took the bate and looked down, gazing wantonly upon
the prominence of his expanding dick-meat. “The fit looks
perfect to me,” I said, trying desperately not to drool.

The guy smiled, making my heart race. “I’ll take them,”
he said, working the snug fitting jeans down over his slender
hips.

“Will that be cash or ....?“ My words just faded away
when I noticed his Jockey shorts were also coming down. His
somewhat whimsical expression told me it was no accident.
Giggling rather coyly, he made no attempt to conceal the
plump, velvety crest of his expanding tool as it lurched over
the top of his briefs. My mouth hung open with desire as the
full length of his huge cock sprang into view. God, he was
hard as a rock, and aching for more than my opinion.

Flashing me an inviting grin, he finished removing the
jeans and stood with his underwear down around his knees.
“There’s something about trying on new cloths that turns me
on,” he said, as his over heated fuck muscle bobbed up and
down.

I stood gawking shamelessly, watching him reach down and
give his wagging tool a firm squeeze. “Umm, that sure feels
good,” he sighed, his sensuous, brown eyes beckoning me to
assist him.

The bulbous tip of his erect organ shimmered, emitting a
single drop of pre—cum. As I reached out to retrieved his
purchase from the floor, I felt his hand come to rest on my
shoulder. His touch was pleading. I could not resist his
desire, or mine. I found myself reaching out to embrace his
hot, swollen poker. His legs quivered as my fingers closed
to form a fist around his iron-like shaft.

My senses reveled in the sight and smell of his
masculine treasures. Eager to taste the head of his
exquisite cock, I leaned forward and licked his dilated
pisshole.