>be anon
>laying awake in bed and browsing /trash/ on mobile at 2 am because insomnia's a bitch
>getting a boner as you browse
>reach down under the covers and begin rubbing yourself through your underwear, fantasies of burly and/or monstrous beastmen running through your lust-hazed mind
>suddenly, hear a soft creaking sound
>look over and notice that the closet door is open just a crack
>nani the fuck?
>it may be autistic, but checking the closet and shutting the door tight has been part of your nightly routine for years now, so you know for a fact it was closed before you crawled into bed
>maybe the latch finally crapped out?
>with this thought in mind, you put aside thoughts of repair work and go back to your interrupted fap
>your hand slips down into your underwear, grasping your cock and giving it a squeeze
>you moan as you feel a spurt of pre leaking out of your tip to run down your clenched fist, and you are answered by another creak
>this time, when you look over, the door is open a good couple of inches
>you freeze as you see a quick movement through the gap
>someone or something is watching you masturbate from inside your closet
>you lay there for a few minutes, hand wrapped around your still-throbbing cock as you try not to make a sound
>you should probably be scrambling out of bed and grabbing the nearest heavy object to protect yourself, but it seems like your boner has other ideas
>for some reason, the thought of being watched by some unknown person that snuck into your closet while you were sleeping has you leaking like a faucet
>damn exhibitionist streak
>you pull the covers back slowly, ready to bolt out of the room, when whoever's in the closet growls
>it's low and rumbling, almost animalistic
>and you finally catch a glimpse of the thing looking out at you from the closet
>its form is large and dark, and it's peering at you through the gap with a single, silvery, pupil-less eye
>whatever your nighttime voyeur is, it definitely isn't human
>you and the thing in your closet stare at each other for another long, frozen moment before you finally come to the only possible conclusion
>this is a dream
>there's no way monsters in the closet are real, and there’s definitely no way one would be interested in watching you fap
>you finally relax
>you probably fell asleep while you were browsing on your phone
>well, you may as well enjoy the dream while it lasts, right?
>while maintaining eye contact with the thing in your closet, you slowly slide your underwear down your legs and kick them off
>you don't like to toot your own horn, but your cock is actually a pretty nice size
>and judging by the rumbling purr from your visitor, it agrees
>with your lower body completely bare to the gaze of the closet voyeur, you begin to stroke yourself
>you even turn your body towards the closet door and splay your legs to offer a better view
>your full ballsack hangs low, teasing the crack of your ass as your pumping makes it sway and rock between your spread thighs
>fuck, it’s been too long since you had a nice, slow fap like this, and your prick is really sensitive tonight
>your hips rock up into your grip while your cock pulses and dribbles, and you can already feel the familiar pressure in your crotch building up as your balls draw up to shoot their load
>another low growl of approval comes from the closet as your free hand cups your sack and gives the orbs within a squeeze
>you even let one finger move down to tease the skin of your taint, rubbing it back and forth over the sweaty flesh
>with a grunt, you push your fingertip into the cleft of your ass and brush over the clenching ring of your puckered hole
>your nighttime voyeur seems to really like that
>you swear that you can hear low, rhythmic huffing from the thing in the closet, which seems to keep time with your stroking
>the thought of whatever it is pleasuring itself while watching you finally drives you over the edge
>with a strangled groan and a muttered curse, your cock erupts all over your stomach, and you hear another answering rumble from the closet
>as you collapse back onto your bed, you swear you catch a glimpse of something thick and gooey dribbling down the edge of the closet door
>exhaustion suddenly washes over you like a tidal wave, and before you know it you're out like a light
>night slowly gives way to morning
>roostercrow.mp4
>you begin to wake up, feeling relaxed and sated from the best wet dream of your life
>strangely, instead of the usual tacky wetness on your hip, you feel a faint, oddly slick dampness on your stomach, your cock, and even your balls and taint
>and your underwear seems to have disappeared into the ether
>it’s not under the covers, and it’s not on the floor anywhere near your bed
>you sit up, bleary eyes gazing around to search your room and finally landing on your closet door
>it's shut tight
>of course it is, why wouldn't it be?
>you reach down and scratch at your—saliva?—slickened belly and crotch
>bits and pieces of your dream—it was a dream, wasn’t it?—flash through your mind as you roll out of bed and move over to check the closet
>as you open the door a thick, heady, musky scent wafts out and nearly sends you reeling
>you cover your nose and drop your gaze to the closet floor, finding both the source of that strange aroma and your errant underwear
>the crumpled-up fabric is soaked completely through with thick, gooey, slowly-drying cum

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Pub: 29 Dec 2020 21:29 UTC
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