You dreamt that night.
***
You were walking down marble halls, hot summer light beaming down though the opened windows. The cool sensation of your bare feet against cold marble floor was invigorating, in a deep and earthy sort of way. To know that your flesh walks directly upon the Gods great Earth, rather than separate itself with shoes and other such things. Not that you were against them, of course. They had their place in the world, but just not yours.
As you walked you could feel your meaty member slap against your hairy, muscular tights like a pendulum. The rhythm soothed you, but left your hefty friend half erect and dripping lightly with pre. You could smell it, and your on bodily stench. It stank, and that reasonable part of your mind, the part that lingers on awake even in sleep, shuddered but was too lost in the flow of the dream to resist.
You were naked, you realized. Your rich, Greacen body out and free in the sweetly air. You ran your heavy palm down your mountainous body, fiddling with your nipples and adonis-belt and you moaned. This sired your body and awoke an irresistible urge. You gripped yourself and began stroking your member and and down and soon were lost in desire. You fell onto your bare arse and closed your else overwhelmed. You opened them and were shocked and embarrassed to see that same shop attendant; he was even more beatuful than you remembered, and now dressed in a simple toga warped firmly around his waist. His body was rake thin and dorky, but you didn't mind that.
He was immaculate. You realised that it was now the shop attendant who was stroking your member with an experienced you did not know existed.
"How do you like this?" He purred.
"Theé mou, mi stamatás!," You screamed back.
***
You moaned loudly as your eyes snapped opened feeling a wave of lustful pleasure as your came, spraying your bedsheets with your spunk. You gripped the bedsheets as your mind searched your reality but the world continued spinning. Your senses managed to see that your blanket had been kicked off your bedding over the course of your dream and, after clasping your chest to slow your beating heart, found that you had kicked and strewn of your clothing.
You moaned, getting up onto your feet and stammered towards the window. You opened it and let in the fresh air. It was still dark out.