Living the Dream - Sex Stories

Living the Dream

Authors note: This was a dream I had and I decided to write it into a story. I've made every attempt to proofread and correct errors and I apologize in advance if I've missed any.

Living the Dream

Chapter 1:

It had been one of those days. Work had left him physically spent and mentally exhausted. But in spite of being tired, he still felt centered and satisfied. The day wasn't over and his disposition was still one of optimism. Exiting his car, he gazed upon the quiet, familiar facade of his home and made his way up the steps to the back door.

The house was quiet and the lights were off. Light from the setting sun filled the house with a warm, soft glow. He set his keys on the kitchen counter and placed his work bag on the floor next to his usual bar stool. Humming from the refrigerator was the only noticeable sound in the house and drew his attention to the double doors. Opening the fridge, he retrieved one of the frosty bottles of beer that he kept on the top shelf, next to the cold air outlet.

As he took the first refreshing sip, he scanned his surroundings. There was no sound of his children, no sound of his wife. The house was unusually quiet for this time of day and on this particular day. He took another swig of beer and thought about calling out for his family. But the sound of silence was one he wished not to disturb. Instead, he decided to halfheartedly wander the house to see if anyone was home. Peeking in this room and that, he found no evidence ...

... of anyone. Just more silence.

The final destination was his bedroom where he found more of the same. Taking another long pull from his beer while surveying his surroundings, he evaluated his options and decided to shed his clothes and enjoy the time alone. Despite the toils of the day, his tall, lean frame seemed to float through space towards the bathroom. Once there, he began to warm up the shower.

Time seemed to evaporate as he steamed in the shower, letting his stress wash down the drain. The room had filled with a translucent haze and the mirrors were completely fogged. He had no idea how long he had been letting the hot water cascade over him, but the pruning of his fingertips told him considerable time had passed. Finally, he found the motivation to start moving.

He started by washing his hair, deliberately massaging his scalp in slow, methodical movements. His fingers found his temples and gently applied pressure dissolving what little tension remained. The soap suds in his hair were sufficient to massage into the rest of his anatomy and he pressed his hands down his chest and stomach, thoroughly soaping and scrubbing his body.

Continuing to wash further downward, he sensed a pleasant familiarity as his hands found his plump and relaxed cock. Something about it felt electric in this moment. It was hanging heavier than it usually did and seemed to be filling out the more he scrubbed it. The sensation was unmistakable and it caused his washing efforts to ...