The psychic morning tryst proved just thething to drop Vic into a deeper sleep. He didn’t wake when Mattslipped into the darkened bedroom to kiss him goodbye. And hedidn’t rouse himself every thirty minutes to glare at the clock,feeling more tired than he had before he went to bed. Instead heslept soundly, not stirring when Sadie jumped into bed with him tocurl up on Matt’s side. At some point he even began to dream.
It began as more of a memory—he and Matt inthe bathroom the night before, turning his weekly shaving ritualinto extended foreplay. This time, however, while Matty was seatedon the edge of the tub, Vic caught him by the scruff of the neckand pushed him forcefully into the shaving cream covering Vic’sballs. As if the white foam were whipped cream, Matt began to lickVic clean, nuzzling into his crotch with sudden hunger. In thedream, Vic thought nothing wrong with that—he held Matt tighter,pulling him close, and thrust his hips toward his lover’s willingmouth. Matty took one of Vic’s tender balls between his lips andnibbled gently as Vic’s cock smeared pre-cum along his cheek.Though Vic slept, his body hummed with pleasure at the too-realfervor building in him. He moaned and turned in the sheets, fitful,aroused.
Then Matt turned his head and caught Vic’shard length between his lips.
As if he were snacking on a corncob, Mattnibbled his way down Vic’s shaft to the spongy tip. With his lipsrolled down over his teeth, he bit at the overly sensitive knob.Vic fucked into him, hand clenched tight in Matt’s hair as hisslumbering body mimicked the action—hands fisted in the blankets,Vic thrust his hips up from the mattress, seeking release. Dimly hefelt a hot mouth close over his cockhead and a soft, damp tonguecurl down his length. One word escaped him, mere breath shaped intohis lover’s name. “Matt.”
Part of him knew this was a dream, but hisbody responded all the same. Vic’s growing libido drew him fromslumber, awakening his consciousness much as Matt’s actionsawakened his lust. But the more Vic became aware of hissurroundings, the more the dream felt real. He was lying inbed and wasn’t standing in the bathroom, true, but his fingers duginto firm flesh and something hot and wet sucked his dick.
Lazily, he reached out with his mind toconnect to Matt’s. ::Are you just running late today or did youcall in sick to stay home with me?::
No response.
In fact, Vic didn’t sense his lover nearby atall. Yet someone’s mouth continued to suck him off, and evenas he wondered whose it might be, he felt strong fingers curlaround his balls. A firm thumb rubbed into the sensitive spot atthe base of his dick where his nuts hung, and a gentle forefingerstroked below the velvety skin to brush along the ticklish spaceleading to his anus. Who…?
Vic opened one eye and thought he must stillbe dreaming. He had to be—this wasn’t real. He closed hiseye again, rubbed a hand across his forehead, and moaned as hisbuttocks clenched with pleasure. He thrust up again, deep into awilling throat. His mind told him what he had seen was impossiblebut his body just wanted release. He was so close…
Running his hand back over his smooth scalp,Vic gasped and fucked up from the mattress as he stared at theceiling. Lust roiled through him, igniting his blood, and as longas he didn’t glance down, he could believe he was still asleep.Matty was at work, where he should be, and Vic was still in bed,where he should be, waiting for the alarm to ring. He wasstill dreaming, and this was turning out to be one hell ofan experience, to be sure. When he woke, he’d have to change thesheets because he was going to come any second now. This had to bethe most vivid wet dream he’d ever had.
Then the finger toying beneath his balls slidlower and poked into his ass. With a hungry growl, Vic sat up andstared at the person kneeling between his legs, sucking his cock,fondling his nuts, finger-fucking him. “God!” he cried.
His own eyes looked back at him as he watchedhimself go down on his dick.
Before Vic could think through theimplications, he shot his load. His hands clenched the bed sheetsas a powerful orgasm ripped through him. The moment his semenrushed out, the other him vanished with a poof! Vic’s juicessplattered between his legs. He definitely had to change thesheets.
But what the hell had that been? Or rather,who?
Vic touched his now-wilting member—it wascoated with saliva, and he could still feel the ghost of a fingerwedged deep in his ass. But he was alone in the bed; even Sadieseemed to have disappeared, which was unusual. Normally she wouldsense when he was waking and bother him for food until he climbedout of bed. He felt sated, his libido waning, and the wetness onhis sheets couldn’t be denied. He had gotten off, that much wasobvious. But had he really been asleep? Had he seen what hethought he’d seen?
“God,” he muttered, wiping sweat from hisface. “What a fucked up dream.”
Shaken, he got out of bed and stripped offthe top sheet before his cum could seep through to the one underit. Leaving the sheet in a pile on the floor, he trotted to thebathroom. When he clicked on the light, he noticed Sadie coweringat the end of the hall. “Hey, girl,” he said softly. She glanced athim briefly, then fixed her gaze back on the bedroom behindhim.
Though Vic couldn’t read an animal’s thoughtsas easily as he could a person’s, he brushed over her mind to seewhat had her riled. He wasn’t surprised to catch an image ofhimself lying in bed, legs splayed wide, as he gave into theministrations of…well, of himself. Sadie had seen what he’dseen—two men in the bed, one sucking off the other. TwoVics. Seeing double had her scared.
Hoping to soothe her, Vic
