I was sitting on a bench in the park today, Østre Anlæg, which is a very nice park a bit north of central Copenhagen. It is not the best known park due to location, but perhaps my favorite one, it is not flat like the centrally placed King’s Garden, but hilly with trees and lakes and so on. And much larger than one might expect in a small city like Cop.
Even though it is early september, it is still very summery weather, as often happens in Denmark. I leaned back and closed my eyes, enjoying the sunshine. The trees overhead threw some light shadows on me, and as they moved in the breeze, the light flickered on my eyelids.
I began feeling warm all over, and I started fantasizing. I imagined I was sleeping on a tropical beach. The sea was a deep, deep blue. A young native man came walking by. He only wore a loincloth and carried a spear. His eyes were dark brown, and he looked at my with such curiosity that I woke up. I sat up, and realized I was naked. I did not feel shame. I leaned back in the warm sand, and as if by accident I spread my legs a little more.
He sat down next to me. He gave me his spear and said something I did not understand. The long spear felt curiously warm, almost alive.
I smiled at him, and I put my hand on his thigh. He looked at me intensely and started breathing faster. I slid my hand up further.
A bulge started appearing in his brown leather loincloth. I rubbed his inner thigh. The bulge grew. I touched it gingerly.
To my amazement it kept growing, and out from under the loincloth peeked his manly weapon. It was almost black, like the rest of his skin.
It kept growing, and the dark purple head started peeking out from the foreskin.
I touched it, and it kept growing to the size of a cucumber and more. In the dream it did not seems strange. I started rubbing it, and I had to use two hands.
I kneeled in the sand with my backside towards him, rested my head on the warm sand, and spread my thighs.
