[SS-1768] Dreamy Lockers

DREAMY LOCKERS

Every night for the whole month before the wedding, the same dream hit me.

I’m back in the old gym locker room. Steam thick in the air. Hot water still running somewhere. My best friend — my best man — is standing a few lockers down, towel low on his hips, water running down his thick chest and abs. He looks at me the way he never does when we’re awake.

I walk over. My own towel is barely holding on. He turns and lets his drop. His heavy cock is already half-hard. I don’t even think. I just reach out and grab it.

In the dream I’m still straight. Engaged to my long time girlfriend. Getting married in weeks. But my hand is wrapped around my best friend’s thick dick and I’m stroking him slow while steam curls around us.

He groans and pulls me in. Our wet chests slap together. His big hands grab my ass and squeeze hard. I can feel every finger dig into the muscle. Then he drops to his knees right there on the wet tile and swallows my cock like he’s been waiting years to do it.

The heat, the steam, the way his throat opens up for me — it feels too real. I fuck his face while water drips off both of us. He takes it deep, gagging, spit running down his chin onto his pecs. I cum hard down his throat the first time, legs shaking.

He stands up, spins me around, and bends me over the bench. I feel his thick cock press against my hole. In the dream I push back. He shoves in raw and starts pounding me. The wet slap of his hips against my ass echoes off the lockers. His heavy balls swing and smack my own with every thrust.

I cum again without touching myself, shooting all over the floor while he keeps railing me. He pulls out, flips me, and we end up on the wet tiles, me riding him, his big hands gripping my waist. I bounce on his cock until I shoot a third time across his abs. He finally fills me, growling my name, pumping load after load deep inside.

I always wake up right after that.

Sheets sticky. Cock still twitching. Cum cooling on my stomach. Heart racing. And every morning my brain feels more fucked up than the night before.

I’m getting married in two weeks.

My best man is sleeping in the guest room down the hall.

And I already know tonight the dream is coming again.

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