His mind was like an empty swimming pool that afternoon. He knew if this chab could discover a source from which to fill it, a recent world of valuable sensations would open up. But until this chab did, Ander Lovell would lay in couch, filling the emptiness with raunchy dreams about the one for whom hed lusted for so lengthy: Cody Cummings.
Although it felt precious to rub his hard jock and imagine, Ander wanted to go much deeper. He had heard stories where Zen masters had learned to trick their own brains into believing dream bad become reality. Ander knew if this chab could harness soever ancient technique those old sages used, this chab could manifest Cody to appear right there with him, seeming as real as the pillows upon which this chab rested his tender head, overspread in tousled, auburn hair.
He felt like getting up for pont of time to watch if the overcast sky had allowed any light to peek throughout. When this guy looked out toward the garden, plain as day, this chab saw a chap standing stripped, apart from his white sneakers, with his back to Ander. Of course the sight was unexpected, but Ander was not alarmed at all. As this guy looked, the dude lazily turned. It was him. It was Cody Cummings, exposed in Anders garden. Was that guy dreaming? How could it be? Ander opened the door and walked outside to where this chab had seen what this chab thought need to be a living fantasy. He lost sight of the image for a pont of time, then saw him once more, standing a bit further up the hill. As this chab headed toward Cody this time, Ander felt suddenly tired and slightly dizzy. He stopped to gain his composure but as that guy did, this guy felt rock hard hands touch his back and warm breath on his neck. He knew it need to be real, it need to indeed be Cody, here in the garden with him. Ander realized his eyes were shut. The pont of time that guy opened em, it was if this chab had roused from a fantasy. He was alone anew.
Confused and a bit disoriented, this guy walked with racing thoughts back to his room and laid on the sofa. Moments later the image of Cody appeared afresh, this time walking into Anders room, toward him on the sofa. Ander did not move. He let this Cody come to him and touch him. This still stripped Cody bent down and sensuously kissed Anders neck. The next half hour or so appeared to be to float by in solely a matter of brief moments, but Ander remembered anything. He remembered the way Codys hard 10-pounder felt sliding betwixt his lips, going unfathomable, all the way to the back of his throat. He remembered the way Codys warm hand felt as it tucked it is way below the elastic of Anders underclothes and clutched his pulsating erection. He still knew the melting-sensation that guy had as Cody jerked his boner. He could still smack the pleasing flavor of Codys inviting lips. But had it actually happened? Or had Ander discovered a way to erase the very line betwixt dream and reality?
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