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Pat woke up drenched in cold sweat.
No! It can't be.
He took a moment to remind himself that it was all a dream. A stupid fucking dream.
There was no way that could happen in real life.
Pat turned his focus to the morning light that was peeking through his grey curtains. The crisp fresh air did nothing to settle his raging thoughts. He still cannot believe that he just had a dream about him.
Fuck!
His breath was still labored. He could feel his heart beating hard against his chest. Pat looked at the big tent that was visible beneath his thin boxers, the raging erection was almost too painful. Pat gritted his teeth, he was cursing himself for having such a healthy and strong manly genes. He doesn't need to check to know what the large stain of the boxers meant.
He could practically smell his own fucking cum.
Pat ran a hand through his disheveled hair, at the moment he was feeling a weird mixture of embarrassment, betrayal and horniness. How could his dear body did this to him. Out of the billions of people in this world, why was last night dream about Pran. Was asking for a wet dream with the current Miss Thailand so hard.
"Fuck, why won't you go down," cried Pat, frustratingly, glaring at the unpleasant erection he was still having.
Pat pushed the hard erection downwards between his legs but his appendage flickered back upright with more intensity.
"Fuck. Relax, Pat. Breathe deep. Relax. Think of something else."
Pat closed his eyes. He needs to stop thinking about Pran. Yes, that is what he'll do. Thinking about Pran will just make him recollect the dream even more. Pat must take swift action, he needs to think about Pran in the most ridiculous way.
Hmm.
Pran in a dress. Yup, Pran will looking stupid in a dress.
The image of his rival in skintight red dress appeared in Pat's mind. He let out a scoff, that idiot will look ridiculous in a freaking girl bar dress. There was no way someone of his tall build could look good in women's clothes. Confident with the image, Pat was almost ready to start his day afresh, and then somehow his awful mind took over.
To be completely truthful, Pran would not look too bad in a tight shimmery red dress. He had the legs for it. His long thick creamy legs that Pat just wants to bite into. Pat felt tingles rush through his body at the vision. Pran would probably have long hair if he was a girl that would drop to the middle of his back, his mother would have insisted it. Pat liked that. And then the image of himself settled unashamedly between Pran's fair butt cheeks, his rival flushed and moaning above him, his devilish tongue slithering hungrily over his rival's thin racy pink lace panties.
Pat could almost cum one more time.
"Stop!"
Pat quickly opened his eyes and jumped from the bed like it was made of hot lava.
"I'm going to need a very very cold shower!"
Pat tore off his soiled boxers and tossed it into the laundry hamper. He made a mental note to wash his own laundry this week, he couldn't let his sister nor his mother notice the filth that he had made for himself.
Pat still had some dignity.
He turned on the knob and winced as the hard pressure combined with the ice cold water blast his thoughts away.
Why the fuck did Pat dreamt of him.
Did Pat eat something last night for him to have such an colorful dream about Pran. Pat recounted the meals he had the previous day, most were his regular meals. In fact, he commended himself for eating clean yesterday.
Or was it the stupid competition.
Pat shook his head at the thought. The competition was just good old fun between them. They have been doing this sort of nonsense since they were in diapers. Pran will always and forever be his rival and they will complete about everything under the sun.
Or maybe, he actually likes-
No. It can't be.
Pat chuckled to himself under the cold shower.
Hell will freeze first before Pat actually start having feelings for Pran.
No, it must be because he has not been sexually active in months. Yup. Think about it logically, Pat is a raging healthy young man. He's an athlete. his body is in top shape. Of course with a healthy dose of testosterones, accidents will definitely happen. And it just so happen that his rival was at the end of his particularly embarrassing bodily mishap.
Yup.
Settled with his thoughts. Pat closed his eyes once more. Yup, him having a wet dream about his rival is totally normal.
Pat nodded to himself. He had successfully convinced himself.
Yup, it is completely normal to dream about your rival pinning you at the wall at the corner of the lecture theatre and being insanely aroused at the thought of getting caught by your course mates.
Yup, it is completely normal to dream about your rival with his soft hand on your neck while his other hand hastily unbuckles your pants and then sliding his hand down to your boxers and giving you a life changing hand job.
Yup, it is completely and absolutely normal to dream about yourself face fucking your rival and enjoying the view of him getting choked on your penis, the hallowed cheeks, watery eyes, saliva dripping from his plush lips, the dazed and satisfied look on his handsome face, and then having the most intense climax of his life.
Pat is completely normal.
With a satisfied smile, Pat finished shower, wore his university uniform and get ready for a new day at school. The cloud in his mind has dissipated, leaving only clear blue skies.
As he exited the room, Pat stopped deadpanned as he saw his neighbor exiting the room at the same time.
Pran was wearing the same exact uniform in his dream. His crisp white shirt ironed to perfection, buttoned to the top of course and loose fitting trousers.
Pat mind went completely blank.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" asked Pran pointedly.
Pat gulped.
"Why are you acting weird this morning?"
No words.
And then a grin appeared in Pran's handsome face.
"Why, you had a wet dream about me last night?" asked Pran with a playful smirk.
Did Pran actually somehow managed to manipulate his dreams now. Was he behind the reason why he had such an intense dream last night.
Pat shook his head. Impossible.
"In your dreams, asshole!"
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