When I got older and began masturbating, this dream/nightmare became my regular fantasy. I think it might have originally been triggered by an inciden... when I had to be rescued out of the sea by my Dad when I was small, after a freak wave pulled me off my feet, whilst playing on the sea shore, and dragged me under. So in the dream/nightmare I am aged about sixteen or seventeen I think. It’s all a bit weird and unrealistic, but then dreams are like that. I am on a beach (no idea where) and. It was wonderful to be excited this way.I released Paul’s cock from my mouth and looked to see the floor strewn with writhing panty-clad men in delightful configurations. One of the lovely women was having her cock sucked. Hmmm. Indeed, my own cock was enjoying one of these women. It was all very civilized…very calm. It is marvellous how a cock changes when stimulated from the helmet and also from the asshole. Paul was hard but became thicker thicker. I’m sure he would choke me if he chose. "Now as I was saying, there's a very special quest of mine upstairs right now, someone I think you should meet." Oh, who is it?" I inquire puzzled."You'll find out in a minute," She excitedly giggles, "I'm sure you're going to learn a thing or two aswell, from him!" From him?!" I blurt out in shock. "Who is it, what do you mean?" I start firing questions at her with jealousy in the tone of my voice."Hey!" She snaps at me banging the top of the cage with the palm of her hand,"Don't talk to me. The package contained a videotape and 2 pieces of folded paper. The first piece of paper said ‘I Know’. The writing was brown, crusty and looked like it was written in blood. The second piece of paper was from the front page of the Honolulu Star-Bulletin. In large bold face it said: ‘Peterson Corporation CEO Found Dead’ It went on to say Doug Peterson CEO of Peterson Corporation was found dead on the beach. Police were treating the case as suspicious and likely foul play. Looking at the.