The dream.

Caleb slept like the dead. His naked body laid on top of his sheets; he had passed out from sheer exhaustion nearly as soon as he hit the bed. Although the air was cool that night, Caleb's body glistened with sweat. He would occasionally moan or squirm, and it was clear from the raging hard tube of flesh jutting out from his groin that whatever dreams he was having were great ones. As the hood of his foreskin filled with slimy precum and slowly leaked out and down over his throbbing cock, Caleb's body seemed to throb too. Had there been anyone else in the room, they would have noticed that Caleb became ever so slightly taller and more muscular; his balls seemed to churn and swell bigger; his cock inched outward, stretching even wider and longer. These subtle changes might seem unimaginable, but what was going on in Caleb's dream was even more remarkable...

Caleb found himself in grassy field surrounded by small, leafy shrubs. They looked like heads of lettuce, but they had grown into the shape of dicks. The dick-plants were growing slowly, and as they grew they seemed to sweat a thick, sticky white fluid. It smelled sweet and hung in the air like the odor of sex, or dirty jockstraps, or a locker room full of sweaty men... Caleb was naked, and the sun warmed his skin. He felt hot.

In the distance, a figure like a man was approaching. He was dark-skinned and bearded, and curly black hair covered his massive chest and cobblestone abs. As he came nearer, Caleb saw that the man was naked. He was a perfect specimen of the male form: hugely muscled, hugely hung, hugely masculine. His soft cock dangled down past his knees. The man was tall--really tall--maybe ten, maybe twelve feet high--it was hard to tell.

The man--or god?--gestured to the dick-plants, which were somehow now as tall as Caleb himself. He tore off a leaf; where it was torn from the plant, thick white sap appeared. The god/man licked the sap away and bit into the leaf. More sap flowed from it where he had bitten, and soon it was dripping over his body, running down his melon-sized pecs and flowing down the crevices of his abs. He gestured to Caleb.

Caleb understood. He was meant to eat too. Caleb ate of the leaf, and it was good. The more he ate, the more he became hungry for it. He and the god/man spent hours--no! days--perhaps even years!--eating. Together they consumed innumerable cock-plants and slurped down seas of thick, slick, milky sap.

When they had finished breakfast, the god/man said to Caleb, "Caleb son of Richard, do you love me more than all the rest?"

Caleb heard himself speaking a reply, "Yes, Lord; you know that I love you."

The god/man spoke, "Sow my seed."

A second time he said to him, "Caleb, son of Richard, do you love me?"

He said to him, "Yes, Lord, you know that I love you."

The god/man said to him, "Spread my seed."

A third time, the god/man said to him, "Caleb, son of Richard, do you love me?"

Caleb felt hurt because the god/man seemed not to believe him, and he said to him, "Lord, you know everything; you know that I love you. You are all that I want. I will serve you always."

And the god/man said to him again, "Sow my seed."

All around him the cock-plants suddenly unfurled there leaves, releasing a wave of thick, sticky sap that rose and flooded the field. Caleb found himself totally engulfed; he could not find the surface. He swam, panicking. Which way was up? He was going to drown.

And yet, he wanted to drown...suddenly the sea of cum was not a a sea of cum--it was a sea of pleasure.