It’s a rainy, dreary day, but Chris Taylor is finding ways to have fun indoors. After a light, healthy lunch, Chris finds himself becoming quite aroused. His thoughts drift toward far off places. He has visions of well hung island men, dancing in traditional garb. Some of them are engorged, just as he is himself. He strokes his thick, meaty erection and imagines native hands touching him all over.
Then Chris takes an afternoon nap and experiences a vivid dream where he was a young tribesman, hunting through a jungle. He happens upon two village elders fucking near a small creek. The dream was so real, Chris is driven to again stroke his already hard cock.
