... and fall sleep.

You can't believe how horny you got listening to them. You could go on like this all night but fatigue takes you. Not even their continuous moaning keeps you from falling into a deep sleep.

And you dream.

You dream of Andrew naked and surrounded by other women in your life: that teacher who always looked like a librarian from a porn movie, that pop singer, the weather girl, even your mother... all surrendered at his feet, touching his pecs, his biceps and his legs. He, as always, with a half smile, as if it wasn't so hard. Sitting on his obsidian throne.

Suddenly, this vision includes you. They are looking AT YOU. You are aware that you are there, that you can be seen. You are naked in front of them and you try to cover your shame. The women around Andrew can't help but laugh. They don't see you as a man. Your naked body is not obscene or desirable to them. You are no different than a little boy.

But Andrew shushes them. The half-smile has disappeared from his face. He rises from his throne and moves his arms away from all those women eager to touch his body. His member sways as he approaches you. You would like not to look but you can't help it. You wish the earth would swallow you up. Andrew walks up to you and puts one hand on your shoulder and other in the back of your neck as he looks into your eyes.

"Don't worry, brother. I respect you," he says. And you believe him.