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Once again, I was denied. The din of rumbling trash cans outside made me
think it was morning. Actually, a foraging dog had overturned the
neighbor's cans. It was smack in the middle of the night. I lay in bed--at
least it was relatively dry this time--coated with sweat and beset with a
pounding erection. I kicked off the blankets and wrapped my fingers around
my cock. I closed my eyes and tried to recall the dream. I saw the
pictures--Andy's perfect body, that beautiful, giant cock, the reflections
in the shimmering fluid that gathered at its tip--but unlike the dream, I
couldn't taste or feel. No matter, the images were enough. I had never
sucked a cock, but I sunk everything I had into imagining that Andy was
there with me, and that I was going down on him with abandon. I pictured
the wide shot, seeing us both from the side, Andy pumping his cock into my
mouth, arching his back high off the bed when I took him deep into my
throat.
