I Had A Dream Last Night - His Beautiful White Face
#1 of I Had A Dream Last Night
Every so often I have dreams. I love my dreams. Sometimes these dreams I can't tell my mother about, or most of the people I know.
Adult for nudity and sexual situations.
Not a lot happened, but what did happen I wish I'd never woken up from.
From what I could deduce I was living with two other roommates. They were more or less a couple and I was just a third party. We seem to be very open about our sexuality because everyone was naked. They were dogs of course, one with brown fur, hunky weightlifting type with obvious muscles, but not an overbearing bodybuilder type, and the other with all white fur, average, slim build runner type. Me? I actually don't know if I was a human or dog; I couldn't see myself.
There were two things that happened:
I first found myself walking into there living space. They were still in bed, the brown one clearly asleep and the white one snuggled up next to him with his back resting against the brown ones midsection, only barely awake. I then lie down on the bed with my back towards them and close enough to feel the white ones arm rest upon my arm and side. Then he begins speaking, but not to me. He say's, "He's crying." Then his hand starts to rub my side. Is he trying to comfort me? I didn't feel myself crying, I was just going with the flow of the dream. He says more in a comforting tone, but I don't recall what the words were.
The scene skips to the kitchen and I find myself peaking through the door of the shower in which the white one was currently occupying. Why there is a shower in the kitchen is beyond me, but with this being a dream I'm unaware of the oddity. He's not facing me, but I clearly see all of his side and back, and his tail straight down dripping water that was rushing down his body. His hand rubs his fur in a sensual manner around his midsection. And then as he turns ever so slightly, I see it! His member is hard, not a fully formed canine penis, but hard enough to see that it was standing at attention. He grips it and his head turns up to the ceiling. He rubs his manhood, slowly and only enough that I could see he was just enjoying himself.
Then, as I'm watching, I notice that his head is about to turn toward me, and I catch his eyes before I find myself walking away to the side of the shower. As I walk toward the hallway, he opens the shower door and steps out. I've made it to the hallway, but haven't completely walked away. He can't see me, nor can I him... I think... although I can because it's a dream. He stands there dripping water, but also still pleasuring himself with a hand. I hear him take in air through his teeth making an "S" sound, and then I find myself rushing in and kneeling before him, taking the tip of his canine cock into my mouth. I'm looking up at his beautiful white face, his eyes looking down at me. Then, he's bending over towards me with his hands seeming to reach for the sides of my head, his face getting closer to mine. Closer still... and then it goes dark, and I find myself waking up in my bed this morning, sunlight coming through the window.
Gosh dammit!