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Bill had a nightly routine that never changed. He brushed his teeth, changed into his pyjamas, jacked off to Playboy and Heavy Metal comics he had stolen, and then he went to bed. His dreams always stayed similar. He was always in another universe, one where he wasn’t on Earth and hot babes lined up for just a second of his attention. He was a powerful hero, and the women just couldn’t keep their hands off him. The women always looked as if they were straight out of every horny teenage nerd’s wildest fantasy. Their bodies were slim with big tits and a nice round ass, always in revealing outfits, always the same. He was always a protector of sorts, stuck on a foreign planet where the women were helpless, useless, but pretty, needing his intelligence and brawn to protect them from every oncoming threat. His favourite part of his dreams was when he had saved all the gorgeous ladies on his spaceship. The girls were desperate to repay him, praising his greatness and kissing his face, moving from his lips down to his chest, their lipstick leaving marks every single time. Though… he wasn’t quite sure what happened during the sex. He always woke up before he could get there, his dick hard and his brain unsatisfied.
But tonight differed from other nights. It first started when he was jerking off to a Playboy. He stared intently at the woman on the front page, her blonde hair splayed seductively against the bed she lay upon. She gave a seductive half smile, playful almost. But he personally liked what one could see of her upper body the most. She was tan and thin, her arms crossed below her white, sparkly bra, the fabric bringing focus to her round boobs. God- She was beautiful. Normally, this issue always got him going, but for some reason, he could hardly keep an erection. Not even the nude photo he’d found of her later in the magazine got him hard! He tried switching through a few other issues, maybe he was just used to how sexy she was and needed a change, but nothing happened. He just stood there in front of his toilet, boxers halfway down his legs, with a totally limp dick. Bill let out a heavy sigh as he reluctantly pulled his clothes back up, hiding his Playboy under his bed where the rest of them went. He trusted that whatever dream he was going to have that night would make up for his failure.
So, as he drifted off into sleep, envisioning himself in a familiar spaceship with his assistants done up in red, skin tight latex uniforms with hearts stitched on so they remembered how much they adored Bill, the dresses so short that bending over was sure to reveal whatever panties the girls wore underneath, if they wore any at all. He revelled in the noise of their thigh-high stilettos hitting the ground as they walked, a noise almost as arousing as the girls themselves. Bill sat back in his chair as the girls did all the work, except for a select few who chose to spend their time talking to him, showing off their features in an attempt to catch his attention. He could feel small, slender hands sliding up and down his arms, the sight of a blonde woman leaning down, as if she was flaunting her cleavage.
“Did you girls hear the news?” One of the girls with black hair spoke, her voice breathy and whiney as she briefly turned away from her station. “We’re getting a new girl on the team! She’s going to be here any minute. Aren’t you excited, Captain Dicky?” She practically moaned his name, finally bringing Bill some arousal. But… his dreams didn’t go like this. All that was supposed to happen was him fighting enemies and sexy girls throwing themselves at him like the sluts they were. There were never any new girls. He was perfectly content with the whores he currently had on his ship. Who could possibly be interrupting his fantasy? But maybe this was a good thing. A new girl could bring some excitement to this. He could already imagine her. She would be everything he wanted, a girl just like that one from Playboy. Long, curly hair that draped seductively over her shoulders, leading your focus to her cleavage that showed prominently from her uniform. He couldn’t wait to see her beautiful body, her perfectly symmetrical face, the pinnacle of beauty.
The sound of the electric door to the ship opened, and the smoke that was emitted every time it opened covered her body. Every second he couldn’t see her was agony for both his mind and dick. Bill needed to know if she was hot! He didn’t want an ugly bitch in his dream! His mind wouldn’t betray him by putting a Becky in his perfect little world! But when the smoke cleared, Bill was hit with shock, and an arousal stronger than any of his normal girls had given him that night. The girl wasn’t a girl at all! It was fucking Josh! Josh dressed up like all the other sluts who worked under him! Why the fuck was Josh ruining his dream?!
He looked better than Bill wanted to admit, though the tent in his pants wasn’t helping him hide that fact. Josh wore the red, latex uniform the other girls wore, his meaty, hairy thighs on display. The dress hugged his figure tightly. On the girls, it emphasized their tits, their hourglass waists. On Josh, the dress showed off the gut Bill has always teased him about, the fabric unrelenting. The dress should have made him look revolting! Bill should have been laughing his ass of about how stupid he looked, but he felt paralyzed, forced to keep staring at such a disgustingly pleasing sight. His brown hair was in the ponytail he always wore, but it was a bit curlier, more feminine. His boxy glasses were perched up on his nose, but his gaze went over them. He sort of looked like those sexy teacher Halloween costumes come to life.
“It’s nice to meet you, Captain Dicky. You’re quite a handsome man.” Bill felt as if his heart could explode in his chest. His face burned hot, and he helplessly stammered for a few moments, eventually giving up any hope that he could force a coherent sentence out. What was wrong with him?! There were at least 11 stunning women on this ship, and none of them could make him nearly as hard as Josh could. And God, Josh’s voice was everything. It wasn’t as whiny as some of the other girls, but it sure was husky. Every perfectly strung together sentence unraveled Bill, turning his stupid Captain persona into nothing but a horny mess. Josh gave the most knowing grin as he walked over to Bill, the click of his high heels positively overwhelming.
Josh sat himself down in Bill’s lap, leaving Bill unable to suppress the groan of pure pleasure as arousal shot straight to his dick. Josh began to lean in, his breath hot against Bill. Was this really about to happen? He could hardly take the excitement. Their lips finally met, the anticipation not draining one bit, and then-
Bill shot up from his bed with so much force he nearly fell off. What the fuck was that?! Bill’s breathing was uneven, as if he had just startled from a nightmare, but the raging boner he had made it clear that it was not a nightmare. Bill wasn’t even sure what to think of his dream. He wasn’t gay! And he definitely wasn’t gay for Josh of all people! Josh irritated him. Josh was greedy and fat, and he was such a little bitch about everything; there was nothing to be attracted to! But how could he explain the dream he just had? How could he explain the disappointment that had shot through his veins when he woke up before they could even kiss? How could he face Josh after this? What if he really did have feelings for Josh? Bill shook his head, trying to rid himself of those kinds of worries. He wasn't a fag. Having wet dreams about your sort of friend wasn't gay. And masturbating to said dream wasn't gay either, because Bill Dickey was not gay.
Bill reached for his glasses, put them on and gazed at his major violence alarm clock. It was only three in the morning. Bill pushed the tangled cover off the lower half of his body, not bothering to grab a magazine as he headed to the bathroom. Despite his shame about the dream, he knew that with the memory of Josh looking like that, he definitely wouldn’t need Playboys for a while.