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Rhythm heard nothing but the creak of his bed as he thrust deeply into the man in front of him. He had no recollection of getting there, who it even was, any of that - his mind entirely focused on the ecstasy, the tight feeling of their hole around his dick. His mind had no time for questions - his body fully taking over, moving on its own as he thrust into the unknown man in his bed.

As he thrust, an occasional moan sprouted from both of them - it seemed it was a voice Rhythm recognized, but he couldn't quite place it. For better or for worse, he was unable to put too much thought into it - both himself and the other person in his bed simply enjoying each other's bodies without question, without hesitation.

Minutes passed, the moans and thrusts getting louder and faster. Rhythm still had no idea who this 'mystery person' was at this point, but it was clear that they were both enjoying themselves deeply. Just as he was about to reach his climax, the person turned their head to smile at him - and, as their eyes met, he finally figured out who it was.

Rhythm quickly jolted himself awake, breathing heavily as he tried to process what had just happened. In his dream, the person he was having sex with... it was... Winston? The thoughts raced through his mind, as he tried his best to piece together what had happened - why it happened.

He found himself deeply confused - why was he having sex with Winston in his dream? The two had been friends since childhood, of course, but they never did anything remotely sexual together up to this point - beyond seeing each other naked on occasion. Was this a one-time thing? Perhaps just his mind playing tricks on him?

Still, just as it had in his dream, his body was once again going to take over - before he could spend too much time contemplating why he had that dream, his body wanted - needed - to be pleasured. Breaking through the initial confusion, his dick throbbed, begging to be pleased. He had a severe case of morning wood - and it didn't seem like it would go away on its own.

He found himself fantasizing about the dream - though he felt confused, he couldn't resist his body's urges. Nothing but thoughts of the events in his dream found refuge in his mind, anything else simply being pushed out without any means of fighting back. Knowing that he wouldn't be able to process anything until he had dealt with the morning wood, he quickly went to work.

His dick throbbed and twitched in his hand with each stroke, each passing thought of what had happened in the dream. It was a desire he never knew he had - but right now, it encompassed every thought. He recounted the dream to the best of his ability, mesmerized by the thought of making it reality with Winston. He wasn't sure why he wanted it so badly, why he couldn't simply push it out of his mind, but it was clear that all his body wanted at that moment was his friend.

As the thoughts continued, Rhythm continued to masturbate to them - moaning out in soft ecstasy as the feelings of pleasure quickly overtook anything and everything else around him. Even if only for that specific point in time, all he could think about was Winston. He imagined himself on top of him, the two finally having their way with each other's bodies. It made him feel all sorts of hot and bothered - feeling a sense of pleasure unlike anything he'd felt to this point.

Rhythm continued to pleasure himself, thinking more and more of what the pair could do together. He wished that the dream could perhaps be reality - that the two could make what happened in it, and much more, come to fruition. He knew it would be an enjoyable experience for them both, something that he knew he could easily make an unforgettable event.

Minutes passed, and slowly, Rhythm felt he was getting past the point of no return. The thoughts that had completely dominated his mind spared no mercy - riling him up further and further with each passing second, each stroke of his dick. His moans grew increasingly louder, as he stroked his dick with more force and lust than he ever had before.

Within seconds, a large pool of cum shot out from his dick, Rhythm breathing harder and heavier as it increased in size on his chest. Each strand of cum that shot out sent chills throughout his entire body, each one stronger than the last, until he finally finished - having made a complete mess of himself.

Upon reaching his climax, Rhythm finally found himself able to question what had happened. Whatever led him to dreaming of Winston in this context, he couldn't deny that there was an apparent attraction there... one that he couldn't quite explain. Now that his mind was finally free, countless thoughts raced through his mind, each one fighting for dominance - the loudest ones being the thoughts of confusion.

Why had the dream occurred? Why was it Winston? Why did it seem so...natural in the dream, with both of them so into it? Even if he wanted to deny it, he wouldn't be able to - the dream showed his deep desires, and as much as it confused him... he wanted more. Not in a dream - but the real thing.

After mulling it over for a while, debating heavily with himself if it was something that he should even do, what the reaction may be - they shared more of a brotherly bond than anything, after all - Rhythm sent a message to Winston, asking to meet up that day. Luckily, he agreed without any hesitation - the pair agreeing to meet up later that afternoon at WInston's place.

As the minutes turned to hours, Rhythm tried his best to push the thoughts out of his mind, even if just for a moment. Unfortunately, it wouldn't work - anything and everything he tried simply continued to accentuate the thoughts even further, to an overwhelming degree. Time felt like it was at a complete standstill, almost as if the clock made tormenting him just the littlest bit longer its personal mission.

Finally, however, the time came. He slowly left his own home, flashing a smile at the clock that had been the main source of his torment for the past few hours before he closed the door. The thoughts still ever present in his mind, he began the quick trek to Winston's home. In his mind, it felt like it had taken hours to get there - even if, in reality, it was only a few short minutes at most.

With a gentle knock on the door, his body tensed up further and further, with each passing second simply adding to the mental exhaustion his mind had put him through. This would only be interrupted by one thing - Winston opening the door, and inviting him in with a smile.

He knew he had to tell him about the dream... about his apparent feelings. As much as it terrified him - having no idea how it would go, what his reaction would be - he smiled, and entered his friend's home, prepared to divulge everything. In the back of his mind, he had hoped that perhaps the feeling was mutual - or, at the very least, that it wouldn't lead to too many complications between them.