In the Still of the Night

from deep within a dream state
  my inner yearnings stir me awake;
I find myself inexplicably aroused
  and struggle to recall the cause.

as the visions of my mind flood back,
  I recall the softness, yet hard body
pressed against mine and the electric
  current this ethereal being created.

with a start, I remember that it was
  another such as I - man not woman;
why was I so attuned to every nerve
  throughout my exhausted body?

I have never been with another man
  except in my occasional fantasy perhaps:
but never was I so achingly erect
  and close to a climax as I am now!

laying, now fully awake, and with my hand
  reaching down to cup my shaft lovingly
I try to conjure up the reality and
  put a face to the presence that was so alive.

as my hand strokes my erect cock and I
  cup my full to bursting balls in the other hand,
I begin to see the face and body take shape;
  it is you - or at least how I imagine you.

I can virtually feel your lips as they slide down my neck
  to the erectness of my excited nipples, sucking
on each as you pass them by; I feel the jolt pass through me.
  As I lift one hand and pinch my own nipples.

as they are growing harder, the precum starts to flow;
  I can feel my shaft becoming slicker and silkier
with each stroke and my balls swell in a combination
  of agony and ecstasy as they cry out for release.

finally, release is upon me! my thick hot cum boils
  forth, coating my hands, chest and even flying up
to my chin with the force of its pressure. I joyously
  scoop my issue from my body and devour every drop.

it is not I who has brought me to this point, lover;
  it has been the dreams of what we have become to
each other in a few short months online and what
  I can only dream will become reality when we first meet.