Practice Practice Practice - Chapter 6

Chapter 6 Martin was dreaming. A sea of student faces stretched out ahead of him in an impossibly large crowd. They were graduating, or at prom, or some mix of the two. There was music and shifting lights, and everyone wore tuxedos and dresses or grad gowns and hats. Martin was speaking, giving his valedictorian speech. He couldn't hear the words he was saying, but he felt like they were connecting with the crowd. Faces laughed and smiled. He felt the wood of the podium beneath his hands and the rapt attention of the crowd as they ate up every word. He felt full, empowered. The wood softened.

The flat surface became curved. His fingers slid higher and he felt the contour of rib bones under skin. It was Tommy. His naked body, lying beneath him, wrapped around him. They were laying together in Tommy's bed, and Martin gripped Tommy's hips as he felt his cock throb inside his warm hole. He thrust. Tommy's head rolled back, a satisfied grin on his face. But the crowd was still there. Martin's heart raced, the adrenaline of fear and shock spreading through him, but he couldn't stop. He fucked Tommy harder. It felt too good, too warm and tight.

His horror at the crowd watching them, their naked bodies on display, boiled up inside him, burned him, gripped his heart like a vice and he felt like he was having a heart attack. Sweat broke out over his skin. He was naked in front of everyone, but he couldn't stop fucking. He thrust so hard that all he could hear were the wet claps of their naked bodies colliding again and again. Applause. Tommy pulled him closer and whispered, "I like it when you cum inside me." Martin woke up. Sweat and moisture. The tangled sheets around him were hot, clammy, pulled tight around his mostly-naked body.

He slept in a pair of boxer briefs, which were damp, sticky with cum. The light through his blinds was a cold pre-dawn blue, and the clock told him it was too early to be awake, but the feeling of losing control, the panic of being seen, still raced through his heart and he knew he wasn't getting back to sleep. He slipped off his underwear and used it to mop up the sticky residue of the wet dream as he pushed the blankets aside to breathe. The air was cool, and it dried the sweat on his skin. He dropped his sticky underwear on the floor and stared up at the ceiling.

The details of the dream were already fading away, but the intense feelings lingered. It was panic and passion. He had wanted to get away, to hide, to escape everyone's gaze, but he'd been locked in place. He could almost feel Tommy's muscles still clenched around him, legs wrapped around his back, pulling him deeper. Martin's hand went to his cock. It was thick and warm as he squeezed it, testing his arousal. Immediately he felt his blood pump. He moaned involuntarily as he wrapped his fingers tighter and rolled over, pressing his face into his pillow and his cock into the palm of his hand.