Anderson Lovell and Cody Cummings in Living Dream

His mind was like an empty swimming pool that afternoon. He knew if he could find a source from which to fill it, a new world of wonderful sensations would open up. But until he did, Anderson Lovell would lay in bed, filling the emptiness with sexual fantasies about the one for whom he’d lusted for so long: Cody Cummings.Although it felt good to rub his hard dick and imagine, Anderson wanted to go much deeper. He had heard stories where Zen masters had learned to trick their own brains into believing fantasy bad become reality. Anderson knew if he could harness whatever ancient technique these old sages used, he could manifest Cody to appear right there with him, seeming as real as the pillows upon which he rested his delicate head, covered in tousled, auburn hair. He felt like getting up for moment to see if the overcast sky had allowed any light to peek through. When he looked out toward the garden, plain as day, he saw a man standing nude, apart from his white sneakers, with his back to Anderson. Of course the sight was unexpected, but Anderson was not alarmed at all. As he looked, the man slowly turned. It was him. It was Cody Cummings, naked in Anderson’s garden. Was he dreaming? How could it be?