Early Memories Of My Dream Come True

Sometimes I reminisce

I was a college student, still living at home. A freshman. I was inexperienced, had never dated, and was quite frankly a Mommy's boy. She didn't need to wipe my nose, but she did change the sheets and wash my cum rag and underwear when I jerked off at night. She had placed towels under the sheets since I was fifteen and started masturbating. I never masturbated to a girl, always masturbated to some random man. I dreamt of a man's dick in my mouth, dreamt of a man's dick in my ass. I was gay, but I never let on that I was. I was a mommy's boy.

Through most of high school the man I dreamt about was our gym coach, Mr. Randall. Heavy man, with a beer gut and all, big hands, and he ran me around because I could not catch a ball. I had seen him in the showers, his dick. I dreamt of sucking his dick in the shower. For incentive I had collected some gay comic books I got in the mail. I lied about my age, they came in a thick brown paper. I didn't know that my mother had found them, but that's a different story. I was a mommy's boy, maybe that's why.

I loved reading gay romance novels, the young cabin boy and the captain of the steamer. And the way he made love to the cabin boy, held him tight with his hard dick against his thigh. It made me more than anything want to be that cabin boy with the captain, beard and all. That's what my dream was when I dreamt of a man making love to me. That's who my first year Biology professor looked like. And he liked young freshman boys.

He made love to me, kissed me, hugged me against him, let me hold his dick in my hand, and put it in my mouth. He kissed my dick, and poked my butt with his finger and asked me if I liked it. I did, I liked it a lot. When it was time for me to lay down on the bed and he opened my legs and pushed his finger in my anus, all sticky, before pushing his dick in me, I lay there dreaming of the cabin boy with the captain of the steamer.