Dream Diatribes: Old West Brothel
I've decided to do a small side series called 'Dream Diatribes', where I post flash fiction based around a notable dream I just had. These stories can range between genres, themes, whether it's safe-for-work, or not-safe-for-work. This will be something I'll only do once in a while or if I have such a vivid dream that it needs to be written down, so I hope you'll enjoy it.
In this story, let me take you to a strange dream where I'm transported to a brothel in the Old West.
I am a closeted man in the old west, who had just moved into town. The first thing I do is go to a local saloon that I also know has a secret brothel on the second and third floors. With the third floor, specializing in catering to homosexuals. It is an oasis in the harsh desert, a lighthouse in the middle of the sea.
The madame of the brothel is eager to give me two of her most handsome twinks so I can have a threesome with them. However, that is put on the back burner when the corrupt sheriff of the town stops on by and the madame has to give the illusion of her running a regular brothel for straight people. Otherwise, he will arrest us all for sinning 'the wrong way'. So, she and I make it look like I am being entertained by her. She dances apprehensively in her fancy gown while giving our voyeur a side-eye glare. It is a warning.
The sheriff eyes us. He scowls. He snorts, then leaves for the front door.
Finally, we can breathe. Once the corrupt sheriff is gone, the madame gives me a discount, and I find myself suddenly in a very well-furnished room with the knowledge of two sexy men my age coming up the stairs to meet me. I lick my lips in anticipation, already throbbing erect in my trousers.
Minutes later, they arrive in my bedroom wearing silky lace shirts that did little to aid the imagination. A lad with dirty blonde hair and a Victorian brunette. They smile like friendly pupils at university eager to please their professors. Their athletic builds are silhouetted by the bright lamp in the corner of the room, and their flaccid cocks peek out like lecherous devils under the hems of their shirts as they approach.
We say nothing. They simply cuddled up closely to me on the bed, my groping fingers grasping the nearest ass cheek of the brunette as I made out with the dirty blonde. I slide off my trousers and undergarments with eager lust for the men on either side of me. Their cocks harden against my bare hips. The blonde's lips tasted like masculine paradise on my tongue, and his parted to lather my jawline with moaning kisses. Meanwhile, the brunette gentleman of the night was quick to begin stroking my tent and planting nuzzling kisses on my neck. Oh, how I wished for more than one pair of hands! I'm in Heaven!
Soon, I'm in the middle of heavily Frenching one while the other is blowing me when suddenly�I wake up all alone in my bed. Oh well. Time to jerk off.