LARGETONY Blog

The weather in East Tennessee was gorgeous today. The temperature was only in the mid 60′s. But the sun was so bright and so strong it felt much warmer. It was one of those days that makes me love that I get to work outdoors a lot.

I am a bit of an insomniac and since I don’t always sleep well at night, I will sometimes take a nap in my truck during lunch time. The sun felt so good on my arms, I just didn’t want to waste it in the cab of a truck. I decided to skip lunch. When everyone else went on their way, either to grab fast food, or find a spot to eat their sack lunches, I chose to sleep like a lazy dog in the sun. I had the perfect spot where no one would bother me. We have been doing some scaffold work, so I climbed up about 15 feet to the top of one of them to have a little private slumber.

Even with the heat of the sun, it wasn’t strong enough that I would be in danger of getting burned, so I stripped off my shirt (we’re not allowed to work without shirts, but no one would see me unless they climbed the top of the scaffold) and decided to try to transform my marshmallow-y whiteness into bronze-y splendor while I caught some z’s. Okay, maybe not bronze-y splendor, but maybe a light wash of color. Five yards up in my own little world, I took my shirt and rolled it into a ball to make a little pillow for my neck. Then I hiked my shorts (and underpants) up as high on my thighs as I could, rolled down the waistband a couple of inches and basked in glory of the sun god.

The brightness of the sunlight bleeding through my eyelids kept me from dozing off immediately, but soon I was off to dreamland. I went into a deep sleep. So deep that I didn’t hear or feel three of my co-workers climb up after lunch to get back to work. They were laughing when one of them roused me from my nap. I figured they were making fun of me for sleeping on the job. But when I quickly sat up, I felt that poke in my upper belly. That’s why they were laughing.

“You musta been havin’ one of them military dreams. You’re soldier’s standing up and salutin,” one of them snickered. “Musta been a damn good dream,” one of the other guys grinned. This particular guy has horrible dental hygiene, and that made his nasty-minded grin even nastier looking. Truth is, I was having a good dream. You know how it is when you have sex dreams. Don’t try to pretend you don’t have them. And I guess you don’t masturbate either, huh? Well, I have sex dreams and I masturbate…a lot.

I remember a lot of what I dreamt: I was standing outside a farmhouse. I don’t know where it was, but I knew it was somewhere in the northeast, even though I have never been there. I guess it’s what I think the northeast must look like. I was standing in the pouring rain. I was wearing a white wifebeater and jeans, all soaking wet and there was laundry on clotheslines all around me. I saw something moving behind one of the windows. I told it to come out and it hid. I yelled at it to come out again. Then the house sort of ripped open and a huge boat came at me. It was cutting through mud, but the mud was parting like water. It stopped right in front of me. I tried to climb up on it, but the deck was too high. So I sort of grabbed on to the sides like when you’re rock-climbing. I was on my way up the side when a hand came out of the mud and pulled on my the back of my pants. A guy came out of the mud and crawled up my body the way I was crawling up the boat. I somehow got turned around and was face to face with him. He was very cute with a red beard. I was hanging from the side of the boat and he was hanging on me. We started kissing and the hair of our beards got tangled when we tried to pull apart. So we kissed even harder. My pants ended up going somewhere and i had an erection that was firm enough for him to straddle and sit on like he was on a see-saw. Except this see-saw was staying locked in place. Then he started to roll backwards and his feet ended up on my chest and he did this cirque-du-solay (sp?) backbend til he was bent under himself and facing my cock, which he slowly started to devour.

And that’s about the time I woke up. I’m just glad that I’m too old to have wet dreams. How would I have explained the white goo on my stomach and chest? “Hey guys, I was just testing out this new pearlescent paint. I’m not too sure about it, though. It doesn’t spread evenly and it smells kind of bleachy.”

Anyway, there they found me with a good chunk of my dong exposed. So, I just pushed it down inside my shorts where it pitched a tent across my left hip. There really was no pretending it wasn’t there, but no need to keep it on display, either. I just wonder how long that they let it sunbathe on my belly before deciding to wake me up.

That is one of the weirdest feelings in the world. To wake up from a sleep and see people staring at you…laughing even…and you don’t know how long they have been there nor what has gone on while you were out. Had it been a porno movie, they would have had their way with me until I “woke up” with mock shock. Then I would shrug and push them back down on my bigness, really lighting a fire under our hot 4-way.

But instead, I wake up to three rednecks in fits of laughter. One of them just wouldn’t let it go (figuratively, I mean.) He said, “Christ Almighty, what the fuck is that? You born on the dark side of the moon or something?” I just grinned and shrugged. I’m used to that sort of thing. Straight guys who are not sexually secure have this sort of defense mechanism. Afraid to admit that they might find something about another guy fascinating, they just make fun of it.

At home in the shower, after work, I noticed I got a little color on my chest and legs. I even noticed that the top third or so of the underside of my dick had gotten a little color too. Guess that dream lasted a while. Or maybe I was just responding to the warm caress of the sun. Sunshine on my soldier makes me happy.

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