Junior year of college I was living off campus with my former freshman room mate, Peter, and our other two room mates, Jim and Leon. Freshman year Peter had been very shy, modest and sexually repressed. The three of us and mainly me coached him a lot and he came out of his shell, embraced nudity, lost his virginity and won an erotic dance contest. He was now much sought after by the coeds on campus. The four of us were best friends and Peter and I had become inseparable. This story is a fantasy.
It was late on a school night and the house was going to bed. Jim and Leon were in their room already and I came into the room I shared with Peter. He was crying, sort of softly sobbing to himself. I said "Peter, what's wrong?" "I'm scared! I'm afraid to go home for Thanksgiving. I don't want to see my parents." "Why not?" I asked. "When my dad finds out I've been having sex with girls he's going to beat my ass. I'm finally happy and enjoying life. I can't go back to them and the negativity and the beatings. I can't." He sobbed. I said, "Peter, come here." I put my arms around him and hugged him and he put his arms around me in an embrace. It wasn't the regular back slapping bro hug, this was an affectionate, "I've got you" kind of hug. I said "Peter, come home with me for Thanksgiving. We'll have a great time together." "I couldn't do that." he said. "Then I insist. I swear to God Peter, I want you to come home with me." He agreed, saying "you are my best friend." "I know." I said. "Now go to bed."
It was dark except for the glow of the full moon in the window. Peter was on top of me in my bed, his hands behind my head kissing me. I had my hands in his hair, kissing him back, our tongues exploring the depths of each other's mouths. I could feel his hard dick grinding into my leg. I got one hand in his shorts and found his balls, caressing them gently. His hand glided down my chest and over my stomach making it's way into the front of my shorts. His fingers played with my pubic hair before encircling my erect cock. I managed to get his shorts down to his knees and he kicked them off. I felt his hot cock in my hand as I rubbed his already sticky head. Peter pulled his knees forward, sliding himself onto my chest. I took his cock into my mouth and he began to gently pump his hips, pushing his fat dick in and out of my mouth. I got one finger up his ass, eliciting a moan as he fucked my mouth. With his hand behind him he was rubbing the head of my penis using my pre-cum for lube. He pulled his cock out of my mouth with a pop and rolled me over onto my stomach, mounting me from behind. And I woke up.
It had been a dream! It seemed so real. My heart was racing, I was sweating and I had a hard on. The morning sun was just starting to peek in the window. Peter was still asleep. What the hell was that? Am I gay now? No, it was just a dream. A very hot dream.
I smelled coffee. I dropped my shorts on the floor, leaving Peter asleep, and padded off to the kitchen, my boner bobbing side to side. Jim was on the couch with a magazine jerking off. We said good morning. Seeing my erect state, he motioned me over and put the magazine between us. I looked at the pictures but all I could see in my head was my dream from the night before and I completed my mission in about 2 minutes. I got coffee and headed for the shower.
I never told Peter about the dream. I never told anybody. It is recorded in my brain and I sometimes play it back when I am by myself jerking off. I bet our time together at Thanksgiving will produce another Peter story.
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