The Strange Dream 2

Jack couldn't help but let out a soft moan as he imagined Blake's pale and delicate hands caressing his neck, sliding down to his bare chest, and slowly slipping into his boxers.

The sensation was electrifying, sending waves of pleasure through his body. He held onto this feeling, knowing that something wild, hot, and ancient was awakening within him.

His penis was hardened.

Aldi groaned.

That ancient thing throbbed and hardened as if it had a life of its own. It moved on its own accord. Jack couldn't control it.

He vigorously stroked his penis, faster and faster. He moaned and gasped. This time even faster. Sweat dripped more heavily.

Blake leaned in, resting his chin on Jack's shoulder, and began planting soft kisses along his neck. His long, silky brown hair gently brushed against Jack's short, rough-cut hair, creating a beautiful contrast between their physical appearances.

The way they looked together was a perfect complement, highlighting the unique qualities that each of them possessed.

As Blake continued to kiss Jack's neck, a surge of desire coursed through his body, intensifying the sensations they were both experiencing.

His heart raced, and his whole body grew hot with anticipation. Tremors of pleasure ran through him, heightening the intensity of the moment.

His dick in his boxers became more intense and wild. His whole body felt hot and began to tremble.

Something like fireworks exploded in his head, breaking through the darkness in his mind, and...

BOOM!

He could see colorful fireworks exploding in the dark and gloomy sky. So contrasting. So beautiful.

Blake's smiling face was vivid and clear in front of him.

Jack slowly opened his eyes, feeling a mix of worry, fear, and anxiety. His suspicions had been confirmed - he was alone in his room that night.

The emptiness and desolation of the room enveloped him, with only the ticking of the clock breaking the silence.

Jack swallowed his saliva. Sweat dripped again on his forehead. His eyes widened in fear. Oh no! Could it be...

Could it be...

Slowly, with fear, he pulled his hand out of his black boxer shorts.

He was shocked to see the thick, sticky semen covering his palm.

Damn. He masturbated while fantasizing about Blake. His friend. And Blake was a man. Damn. He was truly doomed!

"What's wrong with me?" Jack whispered to himself, feeling a mix of embarrassment and confusion. He couldn't believe he had let his imagination run wild like that.

The ticking of the clock seemed to taunt him, emphasizing the eerie silence of the room. He tried to shake off the lingering unease and get a grip on himself. Maybe he was just overworked and stressed from the busy roadshow schedule.

Jack quickly ran to the bathroom, washing his hands with soap as clean as possible. Then he washed his face, rubbing it hard. He even wet the back of his head.

Jack stood in front of the bathroom mirror, the water dripping from his wet hair down his face. He felt a sense of relief as he washed his hands thoroughly, trying to erase any trace of the unsettling dream from his skin. However, the feeling of dirtiness in his mind lingered, and it bothered him deeply.

He splashed more water on his face, rubbing it vigorously as if trying to scrub away the disturbing thoughts.

The dream had shaken him to the core, and he couldn't understand why his mind had conjured such unsettling images.

"Get a grip, Jack," he scolded himself silently, hoping that the water would cleanse not only his body but also his troubled thoughts.

The shivers that ran down his spine seemed impossible to shake off. He wondered if it was just the chilly water or something deeper, an unease that had found a way to nestle itself within him.

Jack took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. He needed to regain control over his mind and emotions.

Perhaps he had been pushing himself too hard lately, and his subconscious was trying to tell him to slow down and take care of himself.

This was the first time he had a wet dream while fantasizing about a man.

Jack's heart pounded loudly in his chest as he lay there, trying to make sense of his thoughts. This was the first time he had experienced such a vivid and unsettling dream, especially one that involved thoughts he had never considered before.

Terrifying.

Terrified and confused, he couldn't help but question himself. Was there something wrong with him?

He had always considered himself a straight man, and the idea of fantasizing about another man felt foreign and alarming.

The weight of shame and guilt pressed down on him, and he felt like he wanted to punish himself for having such thoughts.

He considered smashing his head against the wall, as if that could somehow erase the images from his mind and make everything go back to normal.

But no matter what...

No matter what, Jack was grateful.

That night, Blake had saved him from Lyona. Even though it was in a strange way.

As the night grew darker, Jack couldn't shake off the feeling of gratitude towards Blake. He knew that in some strange way, Blake had saved him from his own inner turmoil, at least for the moment.

Although they hadn't talked explicitly about Jack's recent dream, just having Blake by his side made him feel less alone. It was as if Blake's presence had offered a lifeline, a connection to reality amid the confusing thoughts that had engulfed him.

***