A Wet Dream to Remember

Had the most vivid dream experience! I was with my two best friends from High School, neither of whom I've seen in many, many years. I can't remember why, but I was crying and they were attempting to comfort me.

Now, I must explain that one of them (or so I have heard from his ex-wife) came out of the closet as Transgender and has since gone through with the surgery. But, in this dream, he was still a 'he.' Part of me wishes that he'd come out to me years and years ago - we could've had a great time together. But, I understand the times were not conducive to that at all. Let's call him "Ward."

The other... Well, he's straight as a decade is long. We dated the same girl in High School - I ended up marrying her. Damn shame, too! The way things turned out, I wish I hadn't fought so hard! But, we remained the best of friends and still are to this day - albeit via email only. Some day we will see one another in person again... We'll call him "Jeff."

It's important to know, I guess, we'd seen each other naked - a lot; in the locker room and showers at school and at Jeff's house because his family had the only pool and we'd change together in his bedroom.

So, anyway, in this dream I am crying, sobbing uncontrollably and the two of them gather me into their arms in an attempt to console me. Jeff gets the bigger part of me, I bury my face into his shoulder and he wraps his arms around me, swaying and murmuring. I cling to him as if I'd drown if we let go of one another. My face turns to his neck and I nuzzle it; his hands run down my sides to my ass and pull me closer. Ward begins to pull us all toward a couch. As we inch out way, Jeff places a hand over my crotch and gently squeezes, whispering, "Shhh. It's okay. We're here, we've got you."

I sob even harder and beg him hold me tighter, to not let me go. His hand presses against my cock and his fingers run under my balls as he tells me he isn't going anywhere. Ward is pressing his hard-on into my backside, his arms wrapped around both me and Jeff.

Jeff pulls away the tiniest bit and I whimper, "No, don't leave." He undoes my belt, top button, and pulls down my zipper. His hand makes its way into my briefs and he cradles my stiffening cock as I push it toward him. Ward lowers my pants to the floor, helps me step out of them, and removes my shirt. They lie me on the couch and proceed to shroud me in caresses. My cock is straining to engorge itself to epic proportions while hands cuddle and massage my nuts.

My sobbing ebbs, turning to moans of pleasure. I repeatedly reach out to free the straining rods I see behind their zippers. Just as insistently, they push my hands away. "This is about you, not us," Ward whispers. I'm desperate for their consolation and lie back as they service me. Their hands seem to be everywhere at once: balls, cock, nipples, taint, while soft, tender kisses appear to engulf everything: nipples, neck, earlobes, cock, nuts, thighs.

I hear myself yell out to them, my hips lift off the couch, and my bone hard cock explodes. Jeff milks it in long, slow strokes. When my nuts are empty and my breathing slows, softer sobs return me to whatever grief I'd met.

I woke up covered in jizz. This is the first wet dream I've had in years  - - - I wonder what that is about? It's not like I haven't done a good job of getting off; I've been jacking off regularly this entire trip.

(The photos may not depict events, but what can I say - my choices are limited while I'm traveling. LOL.)