The next night, I slipped into sleep thinking about that dream cock from before. Part of me hoped it wouldn’t happen again—but another part secretly craved it.

And then…

I woke up in the middle of the night, heart thudding, the same heavy, aching sensation between my legs. I threw off the blanket and gasped.

It was back.

The massive cock lay across my thighs, thick veins running down its length, the broad tip flushed dark with need. My balls hung low and heavy in their sack, already swollen, aching to unload. Just looking at it made my pulse race.

But this time, I wasn’t just going to stroke it. I needed to know what it felt like to use it.

My mind instantly went to him—my friend. We’d been fooling around since we were sixteen, fucking whenever we could get away with it. But now? Now I had something new to offer… and I wanted him to take every inch of it.

I ended up outside his window, the dream bending logic to make it easy. I tapped softly. A moment later, he opened it, eyes bleary from sleep.

“Hey… what are you doing here?” he whispered, glancing toward his bedroom door beyond which his parents slept upstairs.

I climbed in, shutting the window. My nightshirt barely covered the monstrous bulge hanging between my thighs. His gaze dropped, and his jaw went slack.

“Holy… fuck…” he breathed. “Is that…?”

I stepped closer, smirking. “Yeah… it’s mine. Big, huh?”

He couldn’t speak, just nodded, staring as it swayed heavily with each step I took. I stopped in front of him, reached down, and stroked it slowly, letting him see the way my small hands barely fit around it.

“You’ve had me swallow your cum a dozen times,” I whispered, my voice dripping with dominance. “Now it’s your turn.”

He swallowed hard, face flushing red. “You want me to…?”

“On your knees,” I ordered softly.

Almost like magic, like my cock had some power over him, he dropped without another word. I lifted my nightshirt, my cock springing free, thick and heavy, the head shiny with pre-cum.

“Open,” I said.

He hesitated, then parted his lips. The moment I slid the broad tip over his tongue, a guttural groan escaped me. It felt insane—warm, wet, his tongue swirling around the swollen head as I pushed deeper.

“Fuck… that’s it…” I moaned, my hand tangling in his hair.

He gagged as the fat shaft slid past his lips, stretching his mouth wide. I rolled my hips slowly, letting him get used to the sheer size, watching his throat bulge around me. Spit dripped down his chin as he tried to take more, his hands gripping my thighs for balance.

“Good boy,” I whispered, tugging his hair. “Swallow it… all of it.”

I started to thrust, long, deep strokes that made him choke softly, the sounds wet and filthy. My balls swung, slapping his chin each time I bottomed out. The pressure built fast—so much faster than when I stroked myself.

“Gonna… cum…” I warned, my hips jerking harder.

He tried to pull back, but I held him there, burying every inch down his throat as my cock swelled and erupted.

“Fuuuck—” I groaned, throwing my head back as a huge, hot load pumped straight into his mouth.

He gagged but I didn’t let go, keeping him locked on my shaft until he swallowed every drop. Thick spurts filled him, my cock throbbing with each one, unloading more than I thought was possible. When I finally let him go, cum leaked from the corner of his lips, his face flushed, eyes glazed.

I grinned, breathless. “Taste good?”

He coughed softly, wiping his mouth, nodding. “I guess so…”

But I wasn’t done. My cock was still rock-hard, dripping with saliva and pre-cum. I wanted more—needed more.

“Strip,” I said, voice low and commanding. “Put these on.”

From my bag, I pulled out a baby-blue demi-cup bra and a powder-pink lace thong. He stared, wide-eyed, but my cock twitched and something in his expression changed. Slowly, reluctantly, he took off his clothes and slid on the lingerie.

Seeing him like that—my guy friend wearing my panties and bra—made my cock ache painfully. The thong clung to his ass, hugging his cheeks perfectly.

I grabbed him, bent him over his desk, his body trembling. “Since you’re the girl tonight…” I murmured, spreading his ass with one hand while the other stroked my massive shaft.

“Wait… you’re… really gonna…?” he whispered, looking back at me, fear filled his eyes.

“Uh-huh,” I said, rubbing the broad head against his tight hole. “You’re taking it like a good girl. Quietly, because your parents are upstairs.”

A bit of lube was applied, and then he whimpered as I pushed forward. The fat tip popped past his little asshole suddenly, making his whole body jerk.

“Ohhh—fuuuuck!” he gasped, biting down on his arm to stay quiet as his ass stretched wide for the first time.

“Relax…” I groaned, inching deeper, feeling his tight boy pussy swallow me. “God… your ass is so tight…”

I bottomed out slowly, my balls slapping his thong-covered cheeks, both of us shuddering. I stayed buried inside him until his trembling slowed, his breath steadied.

Then I started to move.

Long, heavy thrusts that made the desk creak, his body rocking forward with every snap of my hips. The sounds of my balls smacking his ass and his deep, guttural moans filled the room.

“Quiet…” I whispered, leaning over him, my hand gripping his mouth lightly. “Or they’ll hear you.”

"I don't think you want your mom walking in here seeing you getting fucked in he ass, do you?" He nodded frantically, muffling his cries against the desk as I continued ramming my cock into his guts!  His body quaked beneath me, muscles trembling, every thrust making his legs shake.

“Taking it so good…” I growled in his ear. “My little cock-draining slut…”

Minutes turned to an hour in dream logic. I never slowed, fucking him relentlessly, his body shuddering uncontrollably as my massive cock drove in and out of his cherry-popped ass. Pre-cum and lube, making every thrust wet and loud.

When the pressure finally built to its peak again, I pulled his head back by his hair, forcing his trembling body to arch.

“Gonna fill you…” I moaned, hips slamming with desperate force. “Cum so deep you’ll never forget. I am going to breed your man pussy like you have tried to breed mine many times before!”

He whimpered, nodding, eyes squeezed shut as my cock swelled and finally erupted inside him.

“Fuuuuck—” I roared softly, pumping thick, hot ropes of cum deep into his guts. Wave after wave shot out, filling him to the point he could feel the pressure inside. My balls clenched hard, unloading every drop until I was spent, hips flexing as I stayed buried to my balls.

When I finally pulled out, cum poured out of his stretched hole, soaking the pink thong, dripping down his legs. He collapsed forward, trembling, breathless, his asshole destroyed

I traced my fingers lightly over his sticky, sensitive ass cheeks, warm and red from the pounding he just received. “Good girl…” I murmured, a wicked smile curling on my lips.

The world began to blur, my cock softening as the dream slipped away—until I woke up in my own bed, pussy still wet, heart pounding, and a deep ache burning low between my legs.

“Fuck…” I breathed, the vivid memory of my massive cock filling him, his tight hole gripping me, the sight of him in those panties soaked with my cum searing through my mind.

Reaching for my phone, a new text popped up.

It was him.

“Holy shit… I just had the wildest dream. You had this huge cock and you fucked my brains out. I can still feel it.”

My breath stopped for a hot second. A slow, dirty grin spread across my face.

Then, as I shifted on the sheets, I felt something. Curious, I pulled back the covers and gasped—a sticky, warm smear coated my thighs, sticky proof that this wasn’t just a dream.

“Holy… shit…” I whispered to myself, remembering the feel of my massive cock inside him, the sight of him in panties, dripping my cum. “Best dream ever.”