In His Dreams (Sleep Sex Erotica/First Time Gay Kinky Sleep)
Devin's best friend knows that right before he passes out when they're partying, the former linebacker will bring up his secret sexual fantasy. Straight Devin wants to be serviced in his sleep and then have the guy leave, so he won't even remember the next morning what happened. Devin wakes up a lot of mornings not remembering the night before. This way he can "stay straight" but still have his fantasy. His best friend introduces him to an App that matches fantasies. The next night finds Devin in his jockstrap, ready to take an ambien and enough tequila shots in preparation for his night visitor. His friend is in the next room, just in case anything goes wrong. Will Devin end up losing his virginity with that magnificent ass displayed in his jockstrap on top of his sheets? (An adults only story of sleep sex erotica which includes dubcon gay deflowering of a virgin male, and explicit sexuality between men.
I started quietly taking my clothes off and put them into the room I was using. I returned and slid next to Devin. He felt warm. He smelled of Rush products and a slight hint of tequila. I did what I had wanted to do for years and I nuzzled his thick neck. I took the soft, thin skin between my lip covered teeth and gently nibbled. I moved to his ear lobe and nibbled on that while I could no longer fight the temptation and started circling my hands over those perfectly round ass cheeks. I kissed down the middle of his wide back, straddling him as my lips continued south.
I eased myself on top of his back, eventually giving him my whole weight. I wrapped my arms around him and leveraged myself to move him more to his side so I could have access to his cock as well as his ass. He rolled easily, his breathing steady. I stayed in that position for a moment, enjoying the feeling of spooning him. Devin was hairy enough that one day he'd either make a hot bear or a hot daddy, depending on how much beer he would enjoy. For now, his abs were solid underneath the fur. My right hand ran up and down them, like cobblestones, then dipped down and tugged at the first line of his pubic hair sticking up above the jockstrap.