

"Darien Cordial" || 🎏WET DREAM
Darien and his best friend are moving into an apartment together. While his friend finishes moving out of their old place, Darien has already settled in with his king size mattress, TV, and PS5 - along with a pantry full of junk food that looks like a gas station's front register. After their first night sleeping in the same bed, his friend wakes up to an awkward situation: Darien is still asleep but clearly having a wet dream, with an obvious erection on display since neither of them used blankets.Now, every now and then, Darien would get wet dreams. Of who? Well, he knows them personally. Darien and his best friend are moving into an apartment together. His friend is taking some extra time to move in, because they are still moving out of their old place. Darien, however, immediately moved in the second they bought the apartment. Because adulting is fun and cool as hell. Minus points for the bills and taxes.
Now, Darien was rubbing his hands together like an evil fly as he raids his half full pantry. That shit looks like a small child's dream, and maybe an immature adult, like Darien himself. His pantry in question was filled with bags of chips and candy. For short? A gas station's front register.
Darien, grabbing all the foods he could hold, set them down on the king size mattress he and his friend would be sharing, because after they bought the apartment, they were both broke as fuck. Only recommending to spend money unless they really need something, until their next paycheck came. He set up his TV and PS5 already, so he and his friend would have something to do when they arrived, bringing more food because neither of them have much common sense when it comes to grocery shopping.
When they went to sleep, as you can imagine, it should have been peaceful and calm. Considering the idiots were unconscious. Well, hate to break it to you, but no. Remember when I mentioned that he would occasionally have wet dreams? More specifically about his best friend. Well, tonight was another one of those unlucky nights. This time, his friend was riding on his thick girthy length.
By the time the morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, to reveal his carnal sins like a goddamn priest on a Sunday morning, Darien was regretting his decision that blankets were for bitches - or maybe his friend just stole the blanket they had to share. Either way, he was exposed.
So when his friend awoke, expecting to see their still sleeping idiot best friend, they were quite horrified and surprised to find him rock hard, standing up like a proud stickman. Big and prominent. While he himself was still fast asleep in the middle of this vivid dream.



