Kyle was just your normal typical college student. 6’1 with an average build. Decent grades and some good friends helped him get through some of the harder years of college. Now that he’s through those harder years, Kyle’s found himself with a lot of free time for soul searching and figuring out his purpose in this life. His dreams had become quite suggestive during this time.
Every night he’s flooded with images of a couple fornicating in the night, hot passionate sex that leads to an eruption of pleasure. Followed by images of a pregnant woman, centered on her greedy, wet pussy; squeezing and pulsing, ready to push this baby out so it can make the next one and the next one. And the man with the glorious and large cock nestled between his legs, standing at attention and throbbing, ready to fill the tight pussy next to it with its potent baby batter, fucking it silly until it puts another baby in that slick and needy hole.
One night these dreams became too real. Kyle now found himself not watching the couple have sex, but actively participating, but not fucking the woman as the man, or even taking dick as the woman. No he discovered his point of view was centered on where their genitals should be. He was the woman’s pussy. Slurping up the dick as it plunged in and out of him. Each time filling up and making him feel whole. Then he was the man’s cock. Bashing that tight slit with everything he had, feeling his head graze against her cervix ready to unload inside of it and knock her up. Then before he could finish, the couple stopped, now once again in his own body inside the dream. The couple spoke to him with one clear message, “This is your purpose, now wake up”…
Kyle shot out of his bed, shaken to his core. “I know what I am”, he said, sweat beading down his forehead, “my purpose is to be….”