"Oi Innit-" Wilbur whispers
"Wha-" Claude innit gasps, bright blue orbs coming to meet Wilbur's brown orbs.
His beautiful perfect blond hair is messy, his orbs are glistening with the early morning light.
"Good mornin' innit?" Wilby says in a normal tone.
"Good mornin' pumpkin" Claude innit says groggily, his member feels so strange this morning.
"Made a lil mess there, didn't ya" Wilbur smirks at the wet patch on Claude innit's blanket.
Claude innit peers down and sees it- his perfect white freckled flesh turning pink. He had a wet dream.
He didn't 'member it at all, but he sure did have one. That explains why is manhood felt so weird this morning.
