Anthony woke abruptly with a gasp, sweat beading on his brow, heart thrumming noisily against his sternum. The crisp image of someone he'd never met was burned into his mind, and the lingering haze of a heated dream was clouding his thoughts. The way the person's amber eyes had glittered stuck out the most - fiery, fierce, and sinfully alluring. A wave of lust washed over his entire body, making his johnson quiver like no woman had ever managed to do. He exhaled heftily and cupped his forehead with one hand, wondering if he'd caught a fever, or something. The guitarist had never experienced such an intense dream in his life.
He had to know who this person was. The more time he spent sitting there, trying to ignore what he'd dreamed of and shrug it off as nothing, the more heat built up in his belly, threatening to choke him.
Eventually, he threw his blanket off of his legs. He couldn't take this. He needed to find the source of this dream.
Anthony's desire seemed to guide him out of the Autumn Dorms, and before he knew it, he was in the Winter Dorms. Soon enough, he was pushing a door out of his way, and then there he was.
He? He? What? A.. guy? But Anthony wasn't gay. He ate mean pussy on a regular basis. He couldn't be gay.
Anthony opened his mouth, blinking owlishly in shock and embarrassment. "I-I.." His words caught in his throat as the heat flooded over his face and neck. He swallowed hard. He was not gay. This was a misunderstanding. ".. I, a-ah.. Can explain.." His eyes darted over to Stephanie, standing stark naked off to the side, and then back to Cayden. He was only embarrassed because there was a girl around. Yeah. He liked girls. Tits. Ass. Tits. Yeah. That was what was turning him on. He hadn't even noticed the perfect curvature of Cayden's chest, or the boyishly charming kinks in his hair, because he wasn't gay, he was just flustered because tits had caught him off-guard.