Just A Dream I HadJust a dream I had the other day?I was standing naked in the middle of a stage in a big theatre. The theatre is mostly empty and there is no audience. I remember feeling somewhat cold and a bit awkward. But any sense of awkwardness was not because I felt self-conscious of my nakedness or afraid or ashamed, but mostly because somehow I felt like I didn?t belong among the people there. Spread across the stage, there were seven or eight guys, seemingly stage workers, walking up and down getting the place ready for a show. After a while, I noticed that the guys placing, retrieving and moving things around had serious athletic bodies, were only wearing boxers, and the shortest of them was about my height (I?m 6 feet tall). There were a couple of black guys, a couple of latinos (although one or both could have been Asian and the middle-eastern), and the rest were white dudes. I also noticed that the size of their crotches were huge. Then, I looked down at my own humble dick, which at best, it can grow up to 6 inches long during full erection; but at that moment, it was actually at its normal limp size of barely
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