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</span></span>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"><span style="font-size: 18px">Luca had a massive erection during the night. He was dreaming about him again. It was the same man appearing in his dreams night after night. He had no name, and was pure imagination. He had never seen anyone like him in real life. But in his dreams he was incredibly lifelike. <br/>
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Every time he dreamed of the man, he had the same brown hair with some highlights mixed in. He was the epitome of masculine beauty, muscled and tattooed, and although Luca couldn't tell whether what color eyes he had, confidence radiated from the determined set of his jaw. The man almost seemed to be looking for him this time, instead of the other way around.<br/>
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Then there were dreams where Luca only saw him from a distance. In one dream, Luca saw him at a party, suddenly noticing him from across the room. In other dreams Luca visited his home, a large, dark apartment that seemed strangely uninhabited. This time, Luca unbuttoned his shirt to see his perfect body. <br/>
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The man had a taut, sinewed chest. His denim-covered legs were leanly muscled, and his gaze followed a tiny trail of light brown hair that led beneath the waistband of his jeans. Sometimes Luca lay with him in his bed, his cock growing hard as a rock with arousal for him. Luca had never dreamed of having sex with the man in his dream, but he felt so horny, so hungry to taste him.<br/>
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Somebody was shaking him.<br/>
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<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">A male voice called to Luca, "How did you sleep, Luca? Sure beats the floor, doesn't it?" </span></i><br/>
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The voice sounded somewhat familiar, but it was not his dream guy's voice at all.<br/>
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Daylight flooded in through the window. <br/>
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<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"I want to go early and get it over with."</span></i><br/>
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Not his bedroom. Marcus'.<br/>
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Oh fuck.<br/>
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Luca struggled to speak, barely able to open his eyes. <b>"Wh... what time it is?" </b><br/>
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<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"You're going to have to go downstairs," he said with obvious irritation." I won't be long and I promise I'll make it up to you."</span></i><br/>
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Luca should have known that the pleasant warmth he felt upon waking up was way too good to last for long. Marcus sounded almost amused as he reminded him of the time he punished him by leaving him hogtied on the drafty, hardwood floor. He took a shallow breath, and winced as he curled tighter into the blankets. His ass felt sore. Then he remembered that Marcus fucked him a second time before he had a chance to fall asleep last night.<br/>
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Marcus kissed the nape of his neck, rubbing the softness of his hair with his fingers in order to rouse a sleepy Luca from his slumber. He was warm and comfortable, and waking up was difficult at best. Even though Marcus encouraged Luca to finally sit up and dangle his long, lean legs over the side of the bed he was far from awake. Luca was operating mostly on aut0-pilot this morning, Marcus' words floating around in a confused scramble in his mind.<br/>
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<b>"What....ah...where you going Marcus?"</b> he asked.<br/>
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He was sure Marcus told him already, he must have said so when he was half asleep. In one ear, out the other.<br/>
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<b>"No. I stay in bed. I tired. Sleepy."</b><br/>
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<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"Just a few hours and I'll be home."</span></i><br/>
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<b>"Me solte, Marcus! Noooo!"</b><br/>
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Luca didn't want to go in the basement, even as Marcus pushed and prodded him in that direction, filling him with reassuring promises that he'd be back soon. He started flailing the moment he saw the basement door, although not with the same panicked fervor he displayed initially. Luca soon found himself on the other side of a locked basement door, sans clothing. The basement felt chilly and forsaken compared to the sunlit dawn that he remembered shining through the windows in Marcus' bedroom.<br/>
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Luca moved slowly, feeling sluggish, pre-coffee, as he descended the stairs leading away from the basement door. Through the dim light he saw the sofa that had become his bed since Marcus spirited him away from the city. There were blankets folded on the sofa's arm just where he'd left them last time. Luca shivered, staring down at his naked body. His senses were drawn to the gathering moisture escaping from the dark pucker of his ass, coating his inner thighs with a sticky sheen. His fingers brushed against his thigh, touching the wet area and bringing his fingers to his nose. <br/>
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Marcus' cum.<br/>
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<b>"I need shower. I feel so dirty."</b> Luca said.<br/>
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There was a small bathroom with a shower down a short hallway, and Luca went inside and turned on the faucet until hot steam filled the small space.<br/>
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He felt grimy inside and outside, but water, steam, and his tears would wash all the dirt away.<br/>
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<i>It just had to.</i><br/>
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