Confusion ripples in my mind. Does he know what’s happening? Is he awake?

No. No one’s awake, because this is a dream. It’s not real.

And my attention is immediately back on the fact that I still have his dick in my mouth.

It’s long, so so long, and thick. Huge, really.

That must be why my jaw is sore…

My tongue slides on its own, no clue why, but it does. And a sound graces my ears.

A hum. A soft, raspy noise that came straight from the chest of a grown-ass man.

It sounds like him.

I can’t deny the fact that I’m clearly in love with this. If it is a dream, it’s the best one ever. And it has to be one, which is why I’m not moving my mouth away, nor is he stopping me.

It’s not really happening… And in my dreams, I get to do the things I could never do in real life.

Like sucking off my father.

Cringing, I dispel that thought. He’s not my father…

Yea, so he raised me. Big deal. Right now, he’s just the hot as fuck dude in his thirties who’s letting me wrap my lips around his severely impressive erection.

My cock jolts beneath me, precum dripping from my tip. I can feel it, and judging by the stickiness in my boxers, that wasn’t the first time.

Goddamn… This is so hot. I never want to wake up from this dream.

Using what few skills I have, I pick back up with slow movements of my mouth, slurping the huge cock, letting it hit the back of my throat and ignoring the reflex to gag. Hollowing my cheeks, I suck harder and the groan happens again.

And then I notice fingers, sliding up my jaw and curling at the nape of my neck.

He’s holding me in place. No, he’s trying to stuff himself deeper.

My dick pulses again, and I let him guide me, fucking my mouth with gentle thrusts as I lie there and take it, swallowing on him until I hear a hushed, “Fuck…”

My eyes flutter open again, and I tremor when I find him staring down at me, his own gaze hooded and wanting to fall, though it doesn’t. He keeps watching me, holding my eyes with his, cheeks visibly flushed even in the dark, lips parted and trembling.

Jesus, he looks good. I wish this was real…

But there’s no way it is, because he’s not stopping me. He’s not pushing me off him and calling me disgusting.

He’s as lost to this as I am.

His head drops back, and he bites his lip, throat dipping in a swallow. Which reminds me of how much spit is flowing from my mouth. I gulp on his cock once more and he whimpers.

“Fuck yes, baby,” he growls. “Suck my dick.”

My balls draw up. I’m so close to coming myself, from nothing more than having his dick in my mouth while I hump the couch. It’s amazing, and also not, because I’m so turned on by everything about him. It wouldn’t be the first time I came in my pants just from imagining having him like this.