Taavi jolted in bed up right, clasping his sheets to his chest. He felt something warm and wet between his legs and a quick peek confirmed he’d ejaculated in his sleep. He touched the wet fluid in muzzy confusion – he hadn’t had a wet dream in years. Why was he dreaming of Ivar? And why was he naked? They were doing something in the dream… he was touching Ivar, undressing him, and pleasuring him with his mouth and fingers… Taavi shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair. No no, it couldn’t be possible. He has a girlfriend. Ivar had been his best friend since they were 5. Why was he dreaming of his cock? He collapsed back in bed, deciding to worry about the sheets later. It had been a truly lovely dream though… and the more he lingered, the more he began to wish he’d get back to it…