I am a lucky man. I have not had sex with my wife – or anyone else – for more than six years now, and my only relief comes from masturbation, often after spending hours looking at this and other interactive porn sites. Which is very enjoyable, of course, but not quite the same as the pleasure of fucking – or being fucked by – another intensely aroused human being.
I am delighted to say, though, that very occasionally, and even at the age of nearly 60, I still have wet dreams. Nocturnal emissions, as they used to be called. My most recent was barely an hour ago. My knickers are still musky and sticky with my involuntarily ejaculated semen, and I am still flushed with the afterglow of one of the most intense and satisfying orgasms I have had in a very long time. Possibly ever. Best of all, I am still painfully hard and erect, and longing for my next bout of edging throughout the day ahead. And maybe – just maybe – another orgasm.
My dream was a simple scenario – although sadly I can’t remember the imagined circumstances leading up to the ‘event’. I am naked, apart from a pair of little white panties pulled down around my ankles, and a tight-fitting fabric hood with a hole for my mouth; my hands are cable-tied securely behind my back. For an hour or more I have been alternately on my knees and flat on my back, enthusiastically working my lips and my tongue up and down another man’s circumcised and almost uncomfortably large cock, often taking him as far down into my throat as I possibly can. Meanwhile another man is working his particular kind of magic on my bottom, rhythmically thrusting his own massive meat balls-deep into my tight little hole. (And it is very tight. I had several male partners in the 1980s, and all commented favourably on that!)
Eventually, of course, both men reach the point of no return. I know exactly what is going to happen. The guy that I am sucking pulls my head firmly down onto his penis until I can barely breathe; the one behind me uses his big, calloused thumbs to push my ass cheeks even further apart, and after pulling his cock out one last time, rams it back in hard enough, far enough – and fast enough – such that, even with a mouth and throat full of cock, I gasp and squeal with a mixture of discomfort and pleasure.
The next thing I remember being aware of is what feels like two endless rivers of hot and sticky sperm gushing into my mouth and rectum, and at the same time my own unstoppable orgasm beginning. My two assailants (and I like to think of myself as a not entirely willing participant in all this) quickly soften and lose all interest in me, of course, throwing me roughly to the floor like a discarded sex toy. I feel one of them pull my knickers back up, pushing the stretchy Lycra inside my ass to soak up some of his cum, while the other smears his own sperm all over the hood. The smell and the taste are simply wonderful. I don’t remember them cutting the cable-tie.
And that’s it. Gradually I awake. The memory of what has just happened to me quickly fades as I become fully conscious again, and for a second or two I am confused and even a little emotional. That was so, so wonderful. Did I really have those two guys fuck me like that? What was I thinking? Oh, no, of course not. It was all just a dream. But…just a moment. What’s that lovely stickiness in my panties? Why does my hand feel so wet? Mmmmm, perhaps it wasn’t a dream after all.
I am looking forward to my next encounter!