Page 3 of In Darkness and Dank

“Hi there, stranger,” Kittisak said.

“Hi there, stranger,” the monster parroted back.

Kittisak was impressed by how well the monster spoke, but this was a dream after all. It made total sense that the monster would speak perfect English.

The monster continued to pet Kittisak’s hair, and Kittisak yawned, quickly trying to cover his mouth.

The monster then yawned.

“Sorry,” Kittisak mumbled. “They’re always contagious.”

“Contagious,” the monster echoed.

Kittisak chuckled drowsily and reached for the monster’s hand. He pressed it against his cheek, loving the smooth texture. It reminded him of leather, and he was struck by how real it felt. He could almost believe that the fantastic monster was really here in his tent.

He wanted to lace their fingers together, but he couldn’t because of the webbing. Kittisak made a fist instead, letting the monster’s bigger hand engulf his own and hold it gently. While it was a sweet gesture, he wished things would hurry up and get raunchy.

A glance over the monster’s groin only revealed more smooth skin, sleek as a Ken doll, and Kittisak wondered why his sleep-addled brain was waiting to get to the good stuff. This being a dream and all, a fairly lucid one at that, he should be able to control what was happening, and he wanted to know what was going on down there.

The monster, however, only seemed interested in holding his hand and not so much ravaging him in his cot.

Oh well.

Smiling still, Kittisak said, “Good night.”

“Good night,” the monster repeated back.

“Sweet dreams.”

“Dreams.”

Kittisak drifted off thinking about dazzling black eyes, and he was almost surprised he was alone when he woke up. He checked his hand and his hair for any evidence of the monster’s presence and felt silly when he found none.

Of course he didn’t find anything.

It had just been a dream.

A dream with perfectly sculpted abs and eyes full of stars…

Kittisak’s fingers wandered down his stomach and into his underwear, finding himself already hard and wanting friction. He had just started to curl his fingers around his dick when he heard Browning’s voice from outside his tent.

“Kittisak! My boy!” Browning called. “Are you awake yet?”

“Yes.” Kittisak sighed. “I’m up.”

“Good, good!” Browning barged in.

Kittisak scrambled to yank his hand out of his underwear.

Browning didn’t seem to notice, thankfully blind as a bat even with his thick glasses on. “Come along. Hutte and I need to talk to you.”

“Got it. On it. Be right there.”

“All right, my boy! We’ll be in our tent.”

Kittisak waited for Browning to leave and debated whether or not to try and finish jerking off. If he wasn’t fast enough, Browning might come back.

Or worse, he’d send Hutte, whose vision was perfect.

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