May 9
I woke with a hard and pulsing cockhead poking out of my tight briefs, and a pool of sticky and fresh ejaculate against my abs. I had no recollection of the last time I had experienced a wet dream. Six months? Eight months? A year? God only knew how long it had been.
I didn’t complain about the swollen d**k against my stomach or the pool of ejaculate, though. Instead, I climbed into the shower, cleaned up, stepped out of the shower and…
“Mark? Mark, are you home?” I heard Cane’s familiar voice from inside the living room/kitchen area of the apartment. “Hey, Mark! It’s me, Cane…Cane Mercer!”
I grabbed a towel, threw it around my waist, and exited the bathroom.
Cane met me a few feet away from the bathroom door, grinning from ear to ear. “Nice body, guy.”
“Thanks,” I said, drippi
