Jacob knew he was asleep, but he wasn’t very good at figuring out what was a dream and what wasn’t.
One moment he was at work. Then he was with his trivia gang on top of a hill. Then there was a man with the head of a seagull and the body of a burly barista offering him drugs.
For a moment he laid down on his bed and closed his eyes, and when he opened them, there was Joe.
He’d had this dream before. It always began the same way.
Joe would rest himself directly on top of him, straddling his waist with his sturdy, strong legs. He would slide his hands along Jacob’s stomach and chest, playfully pinching his nipple to make him moan.
He would work one hand behind Jacob’s head and lean in close to plant a thick, wet kiss on his lips.
At first their lips would press, and then open as his tongue gently worked its way into Jacob’s mouth.
With the force of the kiss intensifying, Joe would begin to grind against Jacob with a gentle rocking back and forth. Hisexcitement building, Joe would work his other hand way down Jacob’s body until it was just above his groin.
Jacob would moan, and his hips would slowly buck back and forth in a steady rhythm. He could feel himself getting hard as the two of them began to turn each other on more ferociously. Restraint gave way to lust as he could feel Joe exploring every inch of him. Nibbling on Jacob’s neck, exploring Jacob’s body, grasping his rapidly hardening cock in his strong grasp.
“You…You’re going to make me…”
“Shhh.” Joe smiled at him as he began to stroke him back and forth. His slick hand stimulating Jacob to a point where ecstasy and debauchery met in a perfect fervor.
“I - I -” Jacob could barely put two words together as he bucked his hips wildly into Joe’s
And as soon as it was all about to break… he woke up.
When Jacob awoke he found the space empty. No Joe. No bird. Nothing.
He traced around the room in his mind. What a dream. What a wildly stupid and unfulfilling dream.
Ripping off the blankets, his erection was still throbbing with an intensity that refused to abate. He spit in his hand and played with the head still slick with precum and began to work it. As his moans became more intense he jumped through his skin as Teddy burst into the door with a loud crash.
“Rise and shine motherfucker! It’s witching time!”
Ten minutes, and a pair of pants later, Jacob joined Teddy in the kitchen nook.
“I know it isn’t much, but to celebrate this proud achievement of your burgeoning witchhood I wanted to make you something special.” Teddy cooed. He sounded almost jovial.
“You made me breakfast?” Jacob asked.
“I have made you the food of my people.” Teddy responded as he grabbed a tiny pinch of salt in his beak and spread it over thepan.
“I don’t know if anyone has ever made me breakfast before.”
“Well, I want to start this familiar relationship off right.” Teddy began as he picked up a whisk in his beak and scratched it over the pan.
It was then when Jacob noticed that the oven wasn’t turned on.
“Uh…Teddy?” Jacob began, but before he could finish the sentence, Teddy had flopped the pan over onto a plate (apparently after smashing several others) and brought the dish over to him.
“Bon appetit!” Teddy cawed happily. He pronounced it ape-tits.
Jacob wasn’t one for breakfast normally, but looking down and seeing a few pizza crusts, orange peels and coffee grounds was enough to turn him off the idea completely.
“This looks…” Jacob paused, struggling to find the words.
“It is! It’s very that!” Teddy bobbed happily. “Look, do you mind if I-” “You know what- you deserve it. Help yourself.” Jacob nodded.
As Teddy ate Jacob took a good look at the bird. He didn’t look like anything other than a seagull, but there had to be something more going on here. He watched as Teddy deep-throated a large crust of pizza and frowned. “Can you tell me what’s going on here?”
