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pocket. He handed Dawn one hundred and fifty dollars
     
of the money his mother had given him and said, “Sounds fair.” He smiled again; he was just
     
glad he was getting rid of him.
     
After Dawn called the taxi, they waited outside on the front steps for what seemed like
     
hours. Conversation was awkward at best. Dawn kept opening his legs and flirting with Ricky,
     
and Ricky kept looking up to the sky and rocking on the balls of his feet. At one point Dawn
     
lifted his dress and showed Ricky his penis. It wasn’t bad, about nine inches and fairly thick. But
     
Ricky shook his head no and smiled, and Dawn shrugged and put his dick back into his lace
     
panties. When the taxi finally pulled into the driveway, Ricky looked up at the sky and sighed,
     
then walked Dawn to the car and opened the back door. Before Dawn got into the car, he pulled a small slip of paper from his purse and handed it
     
to Ricky. “You seem like a nice boy,” he said. “If you’re ever interested, call this number and
     
ask for Chad.”
     
“Chad?”
     
Dawn laughed. “Chad is all man. He’s what every gay boy like you in Jersey wants. Trust
     
me, he won’t let you down. He’s one of a kind, and only twenty-two years old.” Then he climbed
     
into the backseat and told the driver to take him back to New York through the Lincoln Tunnel,
     
not the Holland.
     
An hour later, Ricky was flat on his back in his bed. He should have been exhausted after
     
such a long day, but he couldn’t control all the disconnected thoughts running through his head.
     
Though he was relieved the situation with Dawn had been easy to fix—(it could have been much
     
worse—he was still horny and still frustrated. So he slid his palm beneath the covers, into his
     
white briefs, and down to his dick. He spread his legs and squeezed his balls, hoping a good jack
     
session would relieve all the pent-up emotions he was experiencing that night. But when he
     
closed his eyes and started to fantasize about his dream guy, the only images that passed through
     
his head were reruns of past nightmares.
     
He drifted into a daydream and tried to imagine the hot, dark-haired dream guy who
     
resembled Keanu Reeves standing over his bed. The room was dark but there was enough
     
moonlight passing through the windows to see the guy was wearing nothing but a white bath
     
towel around his waist. The dream guy looked down and Ricky and smiled. He had heavy five
     
o’clock shadow and his thick black hair was messy on top. Then he reached forward and yanked
     
all the covers off Ricky’s bed. When the dream guy saw Ricky was only wearing white briefs, he
     
reached down with both hands, yanked the briefs down Ricky’s legs, and tossed them back over his shoulder. Then he removed his white towel and stood back. He had the biggest, thickest cock
     
Ricky had ever seen. It was even bigger than Glen’s dick.
     
That’s when Ricky smiled and nodded at the handsome stranger in his room. He spread
     
his legs as wide as they would go and lifted them in the air for the man of his dreams. It only
     
took seconds for the dream guy to climb on top of Ricky and push Ricky’s knees against his
     
shoulders. He grabbed his dick and rubbed the head against Ricky’s opening. With one quick
     
push, he went all the way into Ricky’s virgin hole without so much as a flinch. It didn’t hurt in
     
the least. It felt as if Ricky’s body had been designed to accommodate him to perfection. And
     
when he started to buck his solid slim hips into Ricky ass, Ricky arched his back and moaned so
     
high, he sounded like Tiffany had sounded with Glen earlier that night.
     
But a minute after that, while the dream guy bucked and slammed into him, Ricky heard
     
sirens and a commotion outside the house. He noticed red and amber lights shining through his
     
bedroom windows and people were shouting up at the house from the front lawn. Ricky