It is all in slow motion. I see his bare chest above me. My gaze travels downward; the smooth hairless belly, his fantastically engorged cock jutting out. He has a condom on but it is translucent. And I can see the lovely olive skin of his hard shaft. A gorgeous rolling pin shaped cock. He thrusts his hips and I feel his cock drive into me. I hear myself cry out in pleasure as the cock drives into me, fills me, and invades my being. I feel his pelvis slam against my ass cheeks, feel his balls bounce on my ass. I look up and cannot see his face. It is all gray as is the room around me. I think it must be night and very dark in the room. And yet I can see things. I look down and he is on top of me, fucking me. And oddly, I can see through him, see my cock between our bellies. See his hands on the bed on either side of my shoulders, his arms behind my knees, leveraging my hips off the bed and my feet in the air.
I watch as he withdraws his huge cock from my rectum, leaving only the head of his shaft inside me. I feel my hole clenching on the head of his cock, encouraging his return, pleading for the organ to drive back in. And I see the rock hard shaft poised for another plunge into me. Still in slow motion, I see his feet braced in the bed, supplying the leverage for his majestically strong thighs. I see the muscles in his back ripple as he begins another lunge of his cock into me. My mouth opens. A scream of ecstasy escapes from my mouth as the cock drives into my rectum. I see my hole engulfing his organ, clinging to his hard shaft, caressing the skin of his shaft as he slams in. I hear him grunt as his cock reaches bottom inside of me, fully possessing me, claiming his ownership of the fuck hole under him. I feel him pressing on me, using the weight of his body to drive me into the bed under him, his hips rocking, pressing, trying to drive further in, trying to drive his entire body into my rectum.
I feel him lay on my chest, his hands slide under my shoulders, grasping me to him, providing leverage for him. He crushes against me, my legs spread and clinging to his hips, my arms wrapped around his strong shoulders. He begins fucking me. I feel him thrusting brutally into me, slamming his hips down and driving his engorged organ into me. I feel it sliding in and out. I see my arms wrapped around his shoulders, hanging onto him as he rides me. I see his bare ass cheeks driving up and down as he fucks me. Each time he drives into me, his belly slides over my cock. I see my full cock lying there between our bellies, his belly surreally grasping and pumping my cock. I hear myself crying out in rapturous ecstasy. Over his shoulders, I see a dam. But the wall of the dam is translucent. Through the wall of the dam I can see bubbling, boiling liquid, the surface splashing and washing against the dam. But I see that the liquid is not water but semen, huge broiling waves of semen. I feel his cock slamming into me, his body riding me, his belly fantastically pumping on my impossibly engorged cock. And then I see the wall coming toward me. But I see the wall dissolving and I see only the waves and waves of semen about to engulf me. I am crying out in rapturous ecstasy.
And I bolt awake with a lurch and a cry. I am disoriented in the dark room, breathing heavily, almost gasping for breath. I have a pillow pressed against my belly. I realize with a start that I am more than aroused, that I was on the verge of a climax that did not happen. I hear a voice asking me if there is anything wrong and what happened. It is the voice of my wife lying next to me in the darkened room. I reply that I have had a dream that woke me up. She inquires what kind of dream. I respond an erotic dream. She asks if she was in it. I respond chivalrously that of course she was but that I awoke before the final act. I feel her reach across and find my erection. She reaches further for my hip, grasps it, and pulls me on my side toward her. I feel her bare ass in front of me and I feel her lift her leg and her guiding fingers helpfully on the head of my cock. I grasp her hip and slide into her, finding her wet and accommodating. She rocks her hips, thrusting on my cock, pressing her bare ass back into my belly. I hold her hip and begin thrusting. And such is the power of the human imagination that my dream state partially returns in the form of the fantastic wall of semen which washes over and through me. I fall asleep soaking in her in the aftermath of her own hip shuddering climax.
I find myself tortured over the next weeks with the recollection of that dream, so vivid that it seemed more than real. And of course I cannot escape the reality of the basis of the dream, reliving in my dream the night in Chapter five, with the companion that in my memory I now refer to as Barguy, representing not his name but his occupation. I reflect over and over the meaning of the dream where I could not see his face. The events of the night with him and that fantastic dream become merged and confused, so that I cannot recall the details of the night without the blurring embellishments of the dream. I feel my resolve not to seek him out begin to weaken. And at the same time I reflect on the meaning of the dream. I could not see his face. I was reliving the experience of the act, not the night with the person. I reassure myself in the common sense light of day that as I look around, I am not hungering for the attractive men that I see, at least not more than the occasional wistful longing for a cock to suck. I resolve again that I am not going to go to the bar employing Barguy.
And so I find myself at the movie theater on another Saturday night, circumstances at home having provided me with a recreational opportunity. The movie theater is a fairly large place with old curtains and nooks and crannies at the back, behind the seats, and at the sides. I have noted these during previous visits to the movie theater in that one sees men lounging about in these areas, obviously for reasons more involved than stretching their legs. Stretching other parts of the anatomy is more likely. In any case, I enter the theater and as usual, fumble around in the dark until I find a place to sit. Eventually my eyes adjust and I spend time looking around. I intend to scout around in the nooks and crannies later. But for the moment, there is a moderately interesting film playing and I decide to warm up a bit. I expose my cock and begin caressing it. In my mental state, I am feeling a bit reckless and so I take little pains to hide or disguise my activity. In consequence, I observe that my exposed erection and my obvious stroking it are the object of observation of several of the patrons sitting in proximity.