Ever had that dream that felt so real, you swear you could feel the sensation at your finger tips right after waking up? No this post isn't a spoof of The Matrix. It's about this erotic dream I had which involved one of the things I consider taboo. Yes. I do consider some actions taboo. And no, this erotic dream isn't incestuous in nature or in any way. Why then is it taboo? It involves an officemate. And no, I don't fancy anyone in the office. This dream, for all rational intent and purposes is a freak, absurd, and will not in anyway see the light of reality. Ever. This entry will serve as its one and only form of existence. Why? Because despite the fact that it's taboo (for me), it's actually pretty hot. And my officemate (approaching this from a rationally gay perspective) is actually pretty hot too. And this disclaimer has gone long enough so here it goes...
The theater was dark. The speaker had just stepped up the podium and the screen lit with a purple "Welcome". It was the company CEO, followed by the president. The two began talking about the achievements, the future, and all that boring corporate mumbo-jumbo. I was at the far back. To my left was my immediate supervisor and to my right was my officemate. The officemate.
"You getting this?" he leaned in.
"Sorry?" I said.
"It's so boring." he chuckled.
I smiled.
He grabbed my hand peacefully set on the armrest.
"What's are you doing?" I asked.
He leaned in closer to my ear and touched his lips against them, gently while saying, "I wanna fuck."
I looked at my immediate supervisor who was already asleep. And the office crowd was watching, gasping, laughing, and murmuring in unison, reacting as one to every single flow of the presentation.
The officemate pulled on my arm, turned to the other side and said "Come on."
"But..." I began.
"Don't care." he said as he faced his back against me while he pulled up his shirt and off. "Spoon me." he said.
I drew closer to him. "Unbutton your shirt. I want to feel your skin on my back."
The theater lights faded. It was all black and there was no one else around us. My jeans began to grow tight thanks to the irreverence of my erection. I reached for his crotch. Officemate moaned. I unbuttoned his fly and let his tool out. It was swollen with lust and the tip started to salivate with pleasure.
"Take yours out." he told me. My pants slid off and my shaft throbbed in between the warmth of his buns. Our skin was on each others' so close our heartbeats reverberated from the pores almost in unison while racing. He was breathing heavily. Eyes closed. I was on his neck. My lips felt the heat coming out of my nose with every exhale. I put my arm under his arm and up by his chest. His nipples were up. He pushed his pants down. His legs were free. He wrapped one over mine. He reached for my other arm, grabbed it and pulled me closer.
"Fuck me."
There was no lube, but my mouth suddenly overflowed with saliva. It was more than enough to make the slide smooth and with minimal pain. I could hear him grunt. "Faster." I could hear him moan. "Harder." So I did. He began to groan louder. Angrier. He grasped the side of my ass with a longing to stop. "Don't stop." he said. Inside him, a heat spiked. It made me rougher and hornier.
"I'm coming..."
"Stay inside." he said.
Boom.
I pulled out. He was bleeding. I tried do wipe the blood from my tool. They spread through my hands. I leaned in and asked "Are you okay?"
"Fuck yeah." he turned to me with a smile.
The blood still wouldn't go away. I began to sweat profusely. The blood was sinking into my skin, drying up. I was shaking.
"He turns his head up to catch my eyes. "No one will know, pare."
The lights came on. And I heard applause.
I woke up and jacked myself off twice in a row. I guess what makes this utterly hot is the fact that my officemate is straight.
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