Carter was sound asleep dreaming of being Ryan Standish. It was a hot night, and he was sleeping naked except
for his living jockstrap. The jockstrap wrapped around Carter's manhood was soaked with sweat and straining
with Carter's morning wood. In the dream, Carter was Ryan quarterbacking the team during the Championship
game. All the plays seemed to come so effortlessly to Ryan. He was staring at the guy's tight bubble butt in
front of him getting ready to hike the ball. He licked his lips admiring the center's butt, and wishing the
seams would split on both of their football shorts, except in different places. He was eyeing the center's
butt and slowly calling out numbers, "69, hut, 69, hut, ...". He couldn't believe it, the seam going down the
butt crack and torn and was starting to unravel to display the the guy's anus, as he stood there with his legs
spread bent over the ball. "Hut, 13, hut 23,..."drawled Ryan slowly. He could feel his own football pants
changing into a crotchless pair. His cock was rock hard. He moved in close for the hand off, "5, 4, 3, 2, 1,
HIKE!" he shouted. His cock head pressed as the resisting hole and pushed deep inside. He glanced at the
jersey of the player he was fucking and recognized his own -Carter's-number. Carter was shrinking around
Ryan's member. Ryan held the football, and ran through the opposing team's line effortlessly. His football
uniform pants were whole again-sort of. You couldn't see his bare skin, instead you saw a tight fabric
version of Carter's head with his mouth pushed out and tented by Ryan's massive boner. Then everything
exploded. Hundreds of players came out of nowhere and tackled Ryan. His cock exploded as it was drilled into
the grass and ground.
Carter sat up in bed exposing his naked upper body. The noise hadn't been bodies crashing down on him, but his
desk chair toppling over a very naked Horst, Carter's gym bag, shoes, and his small Superman trashcan. It was
still dark. Carter stared at Horst in the dim light from his digital clock. Carter was breathing hard due to
his untimely sudden wakening.
"What are you doing here, Horst? How did you get in? Do you know what time it is?" Carter whisper shouted as
he hoped that his parents wouldn't hear him and wouldn't have heard the commotion Horst had already created.
"Dude, sorry," Horst whispered apologetically, "I know you sleep in the nude..." His voice trailed off as he
sought for words.
"So you came to join me?" Carter asked dubiously.
Horst apparently had forgotten he was naked, as he looked down at himself. He blushed in the darkness and
whispered loudly, "No!" Then in a softer voice he added, "I thought about Ryan lying rolled up and rumpled on
the floor with your other discarded clothing, and figured it was already tomorrow - I mean today, and it's my
turn to wear Ryan." He licked his lips and paused as he considered his next words, "Anyway, I came over. Your
house was still dark. So I climbed the oak tree and came through your bedroom window. Then I saw you were
asleep, and the room was dark. I figured that I should strip down, so that when I found Ryan on the floor it
would be easier to put him on. Anyway, I found your regular jockstrap - the red Safe-T one, but in the dark on
the floor, I could only tell by feel that it was a jockstrap. I figured it was Ryan, and pulled on it, but
apparently, it was tangled around your floor lamp's electrical cord, and well that came crashing down on me,
and I jumped back and tripped over your gym bag and toppled your chair, and I'm sorry. I should have woken you
up first, but you were dreaming and moaning and gawd, your sheets were tented. So I didn't want to - uh,
where's Ryan?"
"Huh? Oh, I'm wearing him," Carter answered. He paused, "I was so tired when I got home, I just lay down for
a few minutes to rest and I fell asleep wearing him." He suddenly felt nervous about his dream and being
tented when Horst had come in. He felt certain from the softening of his damp cock and the empty feeling in
his balls that he had had a wet dream. Carter was seeing more clearly now. It wasn't just that he was waking
up more, or that his eyes were adjusting more to the dark, it was that sky out the window was now light grey.
The sun would be rising soon. It was already early dawn.
"Oh? You want to peel him off and toss him over here?" Horst asked.
"Are you kidding? It's still night. I'm going back to sleep. You can go home or climb into bed with me to
wait. You can put Ryan on when the sun's up, just don't wake me taking him off me," groaned Carter, as he lay
down and rolled over into far side of his bed.
"Uh?" said Horst. Then he shrugged, and dropped the red jockstrap he was still holding and climbed into the
bed next to Carter. The spot he was now lying in was soaked with Carter's sweat. Horst was glad Carter was
facing away, as his own cock rose to full staff tenting Carter's sheets. Horst closed his eyes to rest. He
dozed briefly.