I always considered myself straight. I only ever had sex with girls. I loved girls of all shapes and sizes and never ever fantasised about guys. That was until the day I had a very erotic dream, a dream that I simply couldn't get out of my mind. A dream that I simply had to act out.
Let me explain how it unfolded. One July weekend I decided to ignore the calls and texts from my friends and stay home alone. A break from partying and chasing girls was needed. My plan was to chill out on Friday, lie in on Saturday, then do a long run on Saturday afternoon. I would then cap the day off by getting some takeaway, getting stoned and watching some movies.
Everything went as planned. Friday was nothing more than a few beers and a mini Netflix marathon and I completely missed out on Saturday morning. While eating brunch I messaged a friend, Brad and ordered some green, telling him I'd be back from my run at about three o'clock.
My run was awesome. It completely cleared my mind, worked up a hunger and rid me of any guilt from my planned sit-in for the night ahead.
When I arrived home from my run there was a car in my driveway. I noticed that there was a black guy in the car that seemed to be waiting for me. As I approached he stepped out of the car and told me that he was a friend of Brad and that he would fix me up. I invited him in, we made the transaction and he swiftly turned to leave. I followed him to the front door and he handed me a card.
"If you need anything during the weekend just give me a call," he said. Continuing, "Any time of day or night, don't be shy." He gave me a look and left. I looked at the card, smiling when I saw the name 'Dr Green.'
The rest of my evening went as planned. I settled in, smoked my weed, watched my movie and ate an awesome takeaway. Just before I went to bed I decided to watch some porn. Weed always makes me extremely horny so I needed some porn to help give the night a happy ending. I picked up my computer and just browsed the porn tube for nothing other than 'trending clips'. Browsing through, I caught sight of a beautiful blond sucking a big black cock. Clicking the video, I was soon hard as a rock and loving the sight of a beautiful bimbo sucking what seemed like a thirteen-inch black cock. I immediately got to work on my own cock and then got the surprise of my life when the camera panned out. It was Dr Green!
Surprised as I was, I continued to stroke my cock and finished what I had started before calling it a night and going to bed. Sleep was sound and completely undisturbed until I was awoken in the morning be an incredibly vivid dream. The dream was an exact mirror of the porn clip I watched the previous night, the clip with Dr Green and the beautiful blond in it. My dream, however, had no blond in it. That part was played by me. In my dream, I was the one worshipping the cock. In my dream, I was the one being fucked. And in my dream, I was the one with a cum-covered face when Dr Green was finished. Looking down at my cock I noticed that in real life my cock was hard as iron and I was so turned on.
I lay on the bed wondering what happened. Never in my life had I thought about a man as being a sexual being and I now found myself in bed with an aching cock and an unquenchable desire for cock. I considered my options. I considered my life. Had I been repressing these thoughts all my life or had I simply not been in a triggering situation before? I knew I needed to explore this further and immediately got to thinking.
The phrases "If you need anything during the weekend just give me a call" and "Any time of day or night, don't be shy" now took on an entirely new meaning. I wondered if I was fantasising or if I had just now understood the context. I searched my mind for memories of Dr Green's every word and gesture while we briefly spent time together.
I thought I remembered him touching his cock when he said, "If you need anything during the weekend just give me a call." I wondered if this was a real memory or just wishful thinking. I then continued to spin the narrative to only strengthen my case, remembering falsely or not, that he looked straight into my eyes when he said, "Don't be shy."
This was an absolutely crazy morning. Woken by a gay dream, after a quick sanity check and a re-run of the previous evening's events I was scrambling for the card and soon messaging my new sex fantasy. Never had I acted so decisively and rarely had I had such sexual desire.
I needed to compose a message that would both suggest my real desires and also provide me with a cover if my memories of Dr Green's sexual cues turned out to be false.
The message I finally decided upon was: 'Mr Green. Brad's friend Roger from last night. If you have more I need more. You told me not to be shy.' I decided that this had plausible deniability yet would get the message across if I was reading the signals correctly.