Fantasies are dangerous

The room was hot, and I could feel sweat running down my naked back. The rope, although soft was started to rub my wrists as I tried to get free, but I was wasting my time.

My thighs were starting to ache from being held apart for so long, and I longed to close them, or at least move them a little but the leather straps held them firmly in place.

I could not see anything due to the blindfold, and I wanted to ask what was happening, but the ball gag was filling my mouth, and I struggled to even mumble.

Eventually I felt a pair of rough hands grip my waist, a hand slid round to my stomach, and down through my pubic hair, the hand slowly wrapped around my stiff cock and pulled my fireskin right back and squeezed hard.

I rolled my head back and gave a muffled groan, then I felt the tip of a large hot rubbery cock pressed against my tight ass and I started to panic

“Your ass is mine slut” and I felt the large cock slide into my tight virgin ass and I screamed

….

I woke up sweating and breathing heavily. Of all my dreams this was the most real yet, my cock was painfully hard, and tip was rubbing against the underside of my quilt.

I sat up rubbing my eyes, got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash my face.

These dreams of gay sex were getting out of hand. I had always hated the thought of homosexual sex, but now it was the only thing that could get me hard. No matter how many women were I my fantasies when I was stroking my own dick, it always ended up with me strapped down, about to be buggered.

I though I would go mad, so I decided it was time to get it out of my system, but how to begin?