It was someone whom I could not see. The person sleeping on the top berth. She was a girl with an average figure and with big boobs. She said sorry fo... touching me. I said its okay and asked her name. Her name was Reshma and she was fair with marks of lipstick still on her lips, with a white T-shirt, which read I am Sucker. She saw me for a minute and went somewhere. She came back after 10 mins and then again jumped to the top berth this time switching of the light. I wanted to sleep but could. The episode was mesmerizing and nurtured all my voyeuristic inclinations.Once I got home that evening, I almost dismembered myself as I recalled the dicks I had seen that evening.Several weeks later, an even more exhilarating treat awaited me.One of the legends of the community was a man named Barry. Barry had the dick of death. Thus far, he had never got defeated at the bar in a cock contest. As he entered the bar, there was a murmur about this local, donkey dick celebrity.“I’m thirsty… Is. "No, hon, it's just that..." She watched the confused boy staring up at her. "You know how I helped you with, um, your problem?"Jimmy blushed and looked down. "Uh huh." Well sometimes I have that problem and need someone to help me."Jimmy's eyes darted to Gail's crotch and then back up. His eyebrows furrowed. "You don't have a di ... um, a penis."Gail chuckled. "You can call it a dick when we're alone if you like. I don't mind. I actually think it's kind of sexy to hear you say it. But you're. Don’t make me beg. You look good enough to eat from the front. But I’m willing to bet that your backyard is something they write songs about.”That comment actually brought a smile to my face and I could feel myself blushing. I put my hands on my hips and slowly turned my back to him.“Mmm, mmm, mmm!” My dad whistled at me. “When you’re right, you’re right. But I was wrong. ‘Special’ ain’t the word to describe what you got goin’ on back there.”Suddenly I could feel him right behind me. His breath.