Massaging it ever so slightly. Running a finger over a now hardened nipple whilst thoughts of ‘what if you had plucked up courage enough to reach ou...t and touch’ entered my now desiring mind. What might have happened then? As we knew we both wanted it to. Oh how I wished it was you touching me now. I closed my eyes and continued to remember the way I felt then. An enticing yearning which encouraged the deep seated moments of the start of a raging fire immediately ignited. My heart beat a little. No way this could be real. No friggin way."Hey, even if it is a dream, what've I got to lose?" He walked over to examine the impossible levitating cock.It sure looked real. Felt real, too. This was an authentic flesh-and-blood boner hanging there. Kind of resembled his own cock, come to think of it. Funny, though, that looked like writing on its side. Yep, something scrawled on the skin in blue ballpoint ink."This IS your own cock, Roochie boy. You KNOW what to do with it."Roochie was his baby. Ya baat 2007 December ki hai jab mai karachi say Islamabad jaa raha tha apna akk cousion ki shadi main. Mari family phela hi ja chuki thee. Maina AC sleeper main booking kar wai thee, ticket mera next 4 din baad ka tha, train ka time subha 8.10 am tha. Itafaq sa mari ak client ka night main phone aygaya or maina puri night us ka sath sex kia subha 6 bajay gar puncha fresh ho kar main statio ka lia nikal gaya. Main bahut thaka huwa thaa kuin ka night main 5 dafa fucking joo ki huwi thee or soch. I came, my hips flailing spastically, jetting spurt after spurt of my juices. I felt them dripping on my lower stomach and groin. I opened my eyes, sat up and saw the tented blankets as the last two spurts shot into them.I'd heard of wet dreams before but had never experienced one. It had seemed so real while it was happening. The concept of someone taking me in their mouth was completely new to me and most likely would have been repulsive if someone had suggested it. But it was so natural and.