a sight - sweat and cum matting his chest hair and coating his abs. He was about to put the mirror back down on the desk when he stopped. Something was wrong. He stared at the mirror. His reflection was getting hazy. But only his reflection. He could still see everything around it and behind him clearly. What the fuck? Then he noticed his arms holding up the mirror. It wasn't the reflection. His arms were fading. He looked down at himself and watched with rapt fascination as his hairy legs gradually evaporated. Oddly enough, he also felt a spreading calm take over him. He turned back to the mirror and stood transfixed until his entire body, his face and all that he was seemed to turn into dissipating smoke.

3. GONE

Marc was dreaming. He was in his room, standing naked by the open doors to the balcony, not even really caring that he could be seen from the streets below, when he heard music in the distance followed by a noise that came from inside the room. He turned around and found the door ajar. Suddenly Josh was standing right there, large as life, as heartbreakingly handsome as ever, maybe more so. It was only for a second and the image evanesced. "It's about time you got here," he whispered to an empty room. He knew he was dreaming because it already happened earlier that same evening. Only he hadn't been naked and there had been no Josh, not even for that split second. He did stand by the balcony. He had heard someone somewhere doing a slow, husky cover of an old Dylan song. Then came the noise and he had found the door open and he had foolishly spoken to an empty room.

Marc was dreaming. He was lying naked on his stomach in bed when he felt a pair of hands kneading his ass. He pushed his ass up against those hands and moaned. He felt a wet tongue travel across the crack and burrow into his dilating hole. He moaned again, this time louder, and squirmed with pleasure so wonderfully real he could swear he wasn't dreaming anymore. He jerked around, awake now. His vision adjusted to the dim light coming in through the balcony and he found the room cool and still. What was going on? And what the hell time was it? He was reaching for the clock radio by the bed when unseen hands grabbed both of his. Before he could react, something moved up the bed like a rush of inhabited air. A heavy weight fell upon him, something that felt like the body of large man. But he couldn't see anybody! Was he going mad?

He struggled beneath the unseen weight but abruptly stopped moving when he felt a mouth chew lightly, lovingly at his neck, followed by a tongue, yes definitely a tongue, licking up to his cheek. He could hear disembodied, labored breathing next to his ear as he felt the bulk sink deeper into his body and something large and hot and hard prod his gut. Despite himself, he felt his cock respond with alarming speed. In seconds it had inched up to its full length and girth and ground against the other cock. His lips opened to gasp but were quickly silenced by those lips he couldn't see. And there that tongue was again, this time snaking inside his mouth. His eyes rolled back, lids flickering shut as waves of pleasure began to surge over him. He