My Charlie
Sometimes all you have is the dream of someone better.
I lay in bed, surrounded by plushies, reaching blindly for the one I knew I wanted: my favorite. The one that was specially equipped to get me off.
The poor bunny's tail was encrusted with many months' worth of cum--just the way I liked it--but the sleeve my dick sank into was resistant to stains, and still let my seed run out just as easily today as the first time I'd brought him home.
I cuddled him close to my chest and ran my fingers through the soft parts of his fur as I worked myself up--it wasn't long before Charlie (as I called him) was feeling his hole stretch open to take the tip of my shaft.
Time with Charlie was a nightly adventure for me. Even when everything else in my life was too overwhelming, the toy was always here for me and, sad to say, I loved him more than anyone else in my life.
Him being what he was, however, I had to make certain that nobody else would ever find out. It'd be one thing if I was like 5 and they could say I didn't know any better. It'd be another thing if I were 35 and independent enough that what I did in my own house was nobody else's business.
But at 25, still living with my parents so I could put a dent in my student loans? Privacy was at a premium.
The opening of my bedroom door only served to highlight the fact. I knew it wouldn't be my parents--it'd long ago been established as the way of the house that we'd knock before entering each others' spaces.
I didn't have this room to myself, though.
I had to share it with my brother.
And he knew.
He'd found out many years ago, when the strong musk of my cum on an older toy I'd loved had come to his attention.
And...he'd held it against me. I was at his mercy now, with the secret I didn't dare expose hanging over my head.
It sounds all sinister when I say it like that. I mean, sometimes he might use it as blackmail, but only for little things like doing chores; it wasn't like he was having me do crimes for him.
But there was always this one little chore he had me do...
I watched the big tiger come into the room, shut the door carefully, and start stripping out of his clothes.
We didn't even have to talk about it anymore.
He climbed into my bed and pulled my hips in against him, and I felt his shaft reach full stiffness as he slid it up and down the cleft of my rump.
If there was any consolation to being used like this, it was at least in that my brother was pretty well hung--these nights felt good, even if I was a bit conflicted about them.
The head of his cock pressed against my hole and slipped in easily--he was already lubed as if he might've been jerking already in the bathroom before he came in.
With a smooth stroke he slid in deep, his body flush against mine as he gripped me close.
When I wasn't in the mood, I'd just let him mount me as my mind drifted--sometimes I'd even fall asleep before he finished. But tonight I was still balls-deep in my own toy and eager to get off; sandwiched between my plush and my brother I thrust back and forth.
His appreciative murmurs resonated in my chest as I ground against his cock, eager to work out my own climax and flood my toy. Its silky tunnel easily had me at the brink of orgasm, and I bit my lip to hold back from calling out the toy's name.
He started pounding me fast as he got close, and the power of his shaft inside me forced me over the edge, leaving me shaking in his arms as I spurt my load into Charlie's plush rump.
His cock pulsed inside me, three shots of thick seed filling me in turn.
He didn't stay in me long; he held me only long enough to catch his breath before pulling out and returning to his own bed.
That was fine by me--we weren't really close, outside of this. And I had my Charlie.
I embraced the bunny toy hard, my brother's cum dripping from my ass, until I fell asleep.
I woke in a dream, and knew it was a dream.
The room was a copy of my own, but with only one bed--my bed, where I was lying alongside a big rabbit that surely represented my Charlie.
He turned to face me, and the dream told me the face was familiar. "Good morning, sweetheart."
I kissed his muzzle. "I'm dreaming," I said.
"You always say that," he said, pulling me in to be his little spoon.
He held me, his nose snuffling over the stripes on my back as he traced them with kisses, his paw sliding down my side, and I almost wanted to cry--because I knew this was only a dream, an island of false reality floating in a murky swirl of even-less-real thoughts, and I could never keep this Charlie.
The rabbit held me like he loved me--one paw teasing my sheath, patiently working my erection out into the open air, and the other running its fingers through the fur of my chest, a simple combination of movements that was his way of telling me I wasn't just a sex toy to him, wasn't just a friend, but someone he wanted both above and below the belt--
I smelled the musk of his arousal just before I felt its length at my rump, which still managed to feel a little sticky from my brother's cum somehow. I could tell the rabbit was smiling as I heard him at my ear, "Hey, so if you're dreaming...how about we spice this up a little?"
The image of my rabbit with a foot-long cock sprang immediately to mind, and I was thinking of how big proportional balls would be when my imagination sprang in for real--why stop at just a big dick? He could have three of them. They could be bigger than me, and me stretchy enough to take them. He could fill my belly with cubs, fist my ass to the shoulder--make me a plush toy of his own, even--and the only thing that kept my imagination from hard takeoff at that point was Charlie's fingers still stroking through my chestfur.
The fantasies would take away from this simple feeling of Charlie being real.
Somehow the idea of my Charlie holding me and loving me in this plain, everyday way seemed a deeper form of sex than any advanced fetish fantasy.
"Charlie...you're already my dream."
He chuckled as he entered me slowly, my still-stretched hole taking his length without trouble. "You always say that," he said.
The full length of his body was against me as he started to mount me, powerful lapine hips working my hole with his thickness. I leaned back into his nuzzling and felt each thrust deep inside, increasing in speed as he quickly brought himself to his peak--I could feel several spurts of his shaft gushing into me before he pulled out. And that was just his first load...
"I'll give you another round in a minute, but let me take care of you for a bit..." He turned himself around, putting his head by my crotch and vice versa, and took my cock into his muzzle as he embraced my body against his. "Mmmm," he said, after the initial taste. "Love you so much."
His own softened cock was in front of my face--I was a little hesitant after where it had just been, but in the dream all it had on it was cum, and I took it into my mouth to suckle on while Charlie's throat had me moaning.
In that moment he gripped me tighter, grinding his balls against my nose as he immediately began to stiffen again; his relentless energy already had me on the edge and I rolled over on top of him, thrusting into his throat as I came--he gagged a little at first, but I knew if he could take anything I had for him in reality, he could certainly take it in a dream, and indeed after a couple of seconds and glrk-like sounds he'd swallowed it all down and pulled his head out from under me.
"Playing rough, eh?" He rolled me back over and moved up to give me a kiss that tasted of my seed, grinding against me with that insatiable cock of his. "I may have to return the favor." The precum drooling from him soaked my belly as his shaft ran through my fur. "How's about I seed your hole till you can't hold it in anymore?" He gave my nose a smooch and ran his paws through the fur of my back. "Make your hole as messy as you made mine, once upon a time..."
I whimpered--I was already aching a bit from being mounted twice tonight, but the deep love in his voice already had my dick hard enough that it would have been impossible to refuse. "Mmmf... Fuck me..."
He turned me on my side and slid behind me, the big rabbit spooning me again and teasing my hole, lubing the head of his cock with the cum already leaking from it. "Mm, what's that? Can't hear you... Let me hear you beg for it..."
"Charlie... Fuck me, Charlie..."
That fat cockhead slid into my hole, then pulled back. "Mmm... say that again... I love to hear you call my name..."
His cock slid in deep, but this time I barely felt it--I was starting to lose hold of the dream. I was trying to call out for my rabbit but my dream self refused to respond, like my connection had been lost. I tried to reach back to him, but I was shaking too hard. "Charlie..."
And then it was my brother standing over my bed, shaking me awake. "Hey-- hey."
I was bitter. "What's your problem?"
"You. You were moaning in your sleep." He had a goofy, self-satisfied expression on his face as he imitated me: "'Oh, Charlie! Fuck me, Charlie!' You were really begging for it."
Well, my life is over.
"I'd help you out, really, but I need my sleep--gotta an exam to be up for in the morning. Anyway...I told you not to call me that anymore."
"Sorry, Chuck."
I buried my head under my pillow and tried to go back to sleep.