Give It to Me by Sean Wolfe

Author:Sean Wolfe
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington Books
Published: 2011-12-21T00:00:00+00:00

“What the fuck?” I mumbled, and jerked awake with a shock.

The room was pitch black, and I rubbed my eyes and blinked them several times to help them adjust. After a few seconds I could make out the dresser across the room and my favorite jacket hanging on the hook on the inside of my door. The light from the hallway soon permeated the room, and I took a deep breath as I realized I was in my own bed.

I felt as if I’d been drugged. My body was heavy and I struggled to get my eyes all the way open. I took a couple more deep breaths, and concentrated on getting my eyes focused. I looked down at my body, and noticed that my cock was hard and throbbing against my boxers. Then I noticed that they were wet.

“What the hell?”

I reached down and touched my shorts, and jerked my hand back as if I’d just been shocked. My stomach and shorts were completely covered in still-warm cum, my cock just beginning to soften. I hadn’t had a wet dream since I was twelve and first discovered beating off. Slowly, the dream came back to me, and I sat up in bed quickly and ripped the shorts off and threw them onto the top of the dirty clothes pile in my closet.

“This is bullshit,” I mumbled, and rushed to the shower as quickly as I could.

I ran the water as hot as I could stand it, filling the room with steam in less than a minute. The water stung my skin, and I gritted my teeth as I forced myself to stand under the water until it began to cool. My skin was red and burned, but I finally felt clean enough to get out of the shower.

I was pissed with myself for the dream. How could I possibly have something like that living inside my head? Why the fuck was I still thinking about that dude? And even if I did think about having sex with him, why in the hell was I the one getting fucked in the dream? It made no sense whatsoever. He’s the punk. I’m the man.

“That’s some fucked-up shit,” I mumbled to myself, and threw on a t-shirt and a pair of running shorts.

I’d been asleep for a couple of hours. I remembered Gramma’s weird behavior earlier in the night, and since I hadn’t heard from her since then, decided to go in and check on her. I tapped lightly on her bedroom door and pushed it open a couple of inches.

“Gramma?”

I was immediately assaulted with the smell of shit as I stepped into the room. I flipped on the light switch and ran over to the bed.

“Oh, Christ,” I said as I looked down at her. She wasn’t breathing, and her face was an ashen gray color that made her look like a ghost.

“Come on, Gramma,” I said nervously, and shook her firmly by the arm. “Don’t do this to me. Wake up.

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