The Call

I got a text from my brother yesterday. Out of the blue. It's been a long time since I've seen or heard from him. From what I remember, he was living a few states away with a girlfriend I've never met. He seemed happy from the time I did hear from him. I guess he has been going through a rough time and was thinking about leaving her. Shit hit the fan. He didn't say much about it. I offered some support. As much as I could. Neither one of us live near family so sometimes support feels limited...

We had a falling out 2 or so years ago over something stupid so communication has been extremely limited, if anything at all.

I got off the phone with him a few minutes ago. I wasn't expecting a call. He had a lot to say. Long story short, his girlfriend left him and he's been stressed the hell out. He wants to get away from all that for as long as he can. I invited him to come stay with me. I have an extra bedroom here in my apartment so it's fine and well. I'll get it ready. He will be arriving in a few short days. He's going to book the flight and let me know the exact time. I'll go and pick him up from the airport. I don't even know why I offered to let him come stay with me. He is my brother and I have it in my to have his back, even if he can be a stubborn asshole. We may be twins, but yeah. That's all that we mostly have in common. I'll get the spare bedroom set up soon.

I've seen my brother a small number of times since we were younger. Once he moved away from college, we both became busy with our lives. He graduated, and found a job fast and stayed out of state since. I took moved away from home and started my life. We'd see each other and catch up during some Christmas holidays. Very rarely Thanksgiving. Holidays were never really important to us as maybe it should be. I did love spending time with him. When we were hanging out, it was as if no time had even passed. Sometimes I'd lay in bed and remember...

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A Wet Dream

Something funny happened to me this morning. I'm kind of embarrassed to even talk about it. I woke up, got out of bed as usual, then went to take my morning piss. I noticed a wet spot on my boxer briefs. At first I thought I pissed myself but when I examined closer, it was sticky. Fuck. I came in my sleep. I don't even remember the last time something like this happened. Maybe my teens? I don't know. I don't want anyone to find out about this. Fuck!

That dream I had was better than I thought. I don't know how to feel about this. I usually don't remember my dreams, let alone have wild sex dreams, but here we are. In the dream I was facing a wall somewhere. My pants and underwear were pulled down to my feet. Someone was up against me from behind. Lips pressed between my neck and trap muscles. Their hand was jerking me off. They would slow down from time to time. When they did, they'd move their hand so the pinky finger was down between my taint. Rubbing and bending, before going back to my cock and jerking again. It felt so real. The spot on my neck is a real turn on for me. Almost like a defense dropper. Whoever this person was, they knew how to disarm me. I can't even tell you how fast I'll bend over with just a lick in my neck. Gives me shivers every time. I may have to go jerk off after writing this entry now. I'm so turned on just thinking about it.

I have been hornier than usual lately. It could be the gym. I took an extended break and slowly have been getting back into it. I missed being around muscle heads. Even more so in the lockers. I have such a locker room fetish. I can't even tell you how many cocks I've caught sight of and jerked off to in the shower stalls. Fuck. Maybe the guy in the dream was someone from the gym. I can only hope. I'm so scared not to be caught or discovered in the lockers. I've never made moves on anyone. Fuck...