Country Cock – The Milk Shed – Part 5
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Ronan wakes up on Gary’s couch, his cock hard and wet in his boxers after a dream in which he found himself among familiar men in a rest room, their cocks in stroking hands. Ahead of him is a day of edging, building up their loads for his first visit to The Milk Shed.
Excerpt from Country Cock – The Milk Shed – Part 5
I remembered having two dreams. One was the common pandemic anxiety dream of realizing I was in Target without a mask and everyone was staring at me while I desperately tried to explain that I just didn’t know where my mask had gone. The other was something completely different and I knew that my psychologist friend would encourage me to analyze it.
I was in a public rest room, a busy one that I can’t recall ever having been in before, and everywhere I looked there was another hard cock being displayed and toyed with. I was standing at a seemingly endless wall of urinals with a man at each one, no dividers between them, penis after penis jutting out and being displayed for the other men around them while hands slipped along the urgent meaty staffs.
Colleagues and friends were there, men I hadn’t seen for a year or more, my editor, a fellow writer I often talked with via Zoom, and even the janitor from our office downtown standing with his coveralls open and his incredibly long dick swinging in front of him. I’d spoken to that man probably ten times in total, of course I’d never seen his cock, but it seems my mind had given him a foot-long length of solid dick to display for everyone else in the room.
There were even guys I vaguely recalled from high school and buddies from college. Mikey from the Baseball team was in the corner of the room by a large window toying with the fat head of his engorged dick, his bulging balls like fat pink fleshy eggs underneath. Billy and his roommate Neil – guys from my dorm floor back in the day – were masturbating together by the row of open cubicle doors, their hands on each other’s erections as they brought them together and rubbed their tips. My own college roommate was standing at the urinal beside me, a porn magazine in his hand and his hard dick in the other, rhythmically pumping his penis in his grip. I’d seen him naked numerous times, of course, but never hard and masturbating.
Somehow my brain had filled in so many gaps to bring all these familiar men together for this unexpected imaginary party.
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