Chapter 12

“What just happened?” Carlton said.

“I…I was naked on that bed, my legs were in the air, and I was being mounted by the biggest, blackest erection I’ve ever seen.” Eric stood and opened his shorts. “It must have been one hell of a dream, because my boxers are stuck to my dick.”

“And I thought I’d drained you dry earlier this morning,” Carlton said, and chuckled.

“You felt it, too, didn’t you?” Eric said.

Carlton was quiet for a long moment or three, then said, very softly, “Yes. I had pretty much the same dream, but from the other perspective.” He grinned, slyly. “And my shorts seem to be stuck to my body, just like yours are.”

Eric fumbled with Carlton’s cargo shorts, exposed his boxers, and looked. “I guess we had one hell of an experience, didn’t we?” he said.

“This shit is really weird,” Carlton said.

“Don’t feel like the Lone Ranger, my friend.

“Yeah. Ready for breakfast?”

“Not until I’ve put on a clean pair of boxers.”