I had another weird dream, and it featured my oversized d**k as a character again. This time, though, it wasn't my "evil d**k" having its way with anyone. Instead, it looked like a haggard old man, wilted and resting in a wheelchair. I snorted when I saw him sitting there and shook my head.
"You had that coming," I muttered.
I was surprised when my d**k answered, and it had my voice.
"This wasn't my choice, Josh," my d**k said a little bitterly, "It was always your choices that I've been paying for. I never got hard for your mom or your sister until you started having those lustful thoughts about them. Hell, I was happy just to finally get inside Leanne. Why did you let her get away?"
"I—I didn't have a choice," I stammered.
It was weird enough already, but then my d**k was laughing a
