Matt

Young, fit and healthy, Matt seemed to have it all. In fact, he did in the scheme of things, a good home life, bright future ahead and no shortage of romantic opportunities. Matt was one of the first of his peers to lose his virginity, much to the envy of his friends but while the tryst had elevated him to near legendary status, it had left him feeling flat and confused. Sure, Shelly was a sexy girl and it had felt nice in the moment, but the whole thing felt somehow icky to him. Awkward and gross, and the fact that the pair barely spoke afterwards, effectively destroying what little bond they had, left Matt with a distaste for sex. A fear of it even.

That's why Matt threw himself into his sports. He was good at just about anything physical, despite his slightly smaller stature than many of the true 'jocks'. He shined on the court and on the field, attracting plenty of attention from the opposite sex but he did his best to shut down their advances.

When the trouble began and people started talking about having scary, sex-filled dreams, Matt laughed it off at first. He knew how lust crazed his team mates were... surely it was just a product of their hormones and over-active imaginations. That was until, one night after a long day of training Matt fell into a deep slumber, his aching muscles welcoming the warm embrace of sleep. That was when he had his first encounter with the thing...