The set-up seemed perfect. Ty was reaching into his jacket, made the two pocket-dicks
invisible for everyone in the room except for himself and took them out.
"Ok, boys," he whispered, "ready to go!" He blinked with his eyes - another methode
to mark the start of his wish, because snipping might have been a bit too obvious in
a place like this - and from now on he could order those pocket-dicks directly via
mind-controle. (Which again raises the question, whether those dicks actually had a
mind to controle?)
Ty sent the two pocket-dicks over to the man who was reading a newspaper. He watched
them run over to the table, jumping on the man's feet and then onto each of his
knees and then onto the table. The man jumped a bit as he felt that there was something
on his knee, but he could see absolutely nothing, and obviously irritated he turned back to
his newspaper.
The two pocket-dicks were now sitting on that man's table. Ty blinked and made it so
that they would also be visible to that man but for no one else escept for Ty. He just had
to wait for that man to lower his newspaper once again in order to let the fun begin.
It took a while for that to happen. There seemed to be an article he took quite an inteest
in apparently.When he finally did lower his paper, there were two penisses sitting right
in front of him. They were not hard, but semi limb and as he was watching them in obvious
disbelief, they were moving their heads as if they were nodding at him.
The look on his face was priceless. Ty had to watch out that he was not laughing out loud.
The man's reading glasses that had already been sitting at the very tip of his nose was slowly
slipping down as he himself seemed as he was frozen. At that moment the waitress appeared.
"Is there something else for you?" she was asking, whilst picking up his empty cup.
That was when he came to his senses again. He pushed his glasses up his nose and turned
to the waitress. "Excuse me?" he asked.
"Is there anything else for you? We have lovely chocolate cake today. Or would you like to try
our Black Forest Gateau?"
As she was talking to him, the two dicks were still on the table, taking turns in jumping up and
down right in front of him. The waitress reached out to the sugar dispenser and placed it right
between the two jumping dicks without seeing them.
"Excuse me sir, but are you feeling all right? You are looking quite pale."
The man was staring at the two jumping dicks. "No, ... ahem ... yes, no, thank you. I am fine.
Ahem, ... I might not feel so well after all ... could you get me a double expresso if you please?"
"My pleasure!" the waitress replied and by saying that left.
The man was staring at the dicks again, took his glasses off, rubbed his eyes, put his glasses
on again. He took up his newspaper and tried to focus on it, but it obviously did not work.
He then put it completely down again. The two dics were still there. They were now completely
stiff, rubbing each others heads, when the waitress reappeared.
"Here you go Sir." She placed a cup of espresso onto the table, right next to the dicks that were
rubbing each other. The man hurriedly picked up the cup, "Thank you Miss!" and with a frown
the waitress left again. The man held his cup with both hands, closed his eyes and tried to calm
himself down by taking deep and slow breaths. He then opened his eyes again. The dicks were
still there, this time playing hide and seek behind the menu and the sugar caster. He took a sip
of his expresso and took a peek at the other customers. The elderly ladies in the back were still
chatting, the student still reading and the mother and her child were still occupied with their
chocolate and cake. Ty was stirring his cappuccino and facing the other direction, trying to appear
as if he was watching the waitress. ("She did look kinda cute. Maybe a student who was earning
some money for college?")
No one seemed to take notice of those two dicks that were running and jumping on the table.
That had been running on his table, to be precise, because now they were jumping down again,
first on his knee, then down to the floor and when they had gone that far they were attacking his
ankle. As stiff as they were and since they had already been rubbing against each other before
it only took a short moment for them to ejaculate on his shoe and trousers. The man jumped, but
it was too late, his shoe and trousers were full of goo. But when he looked down again there was
nothing. No dicks, no goo, nothing. But everyone in the room was now looking at him, wondering
about what had gotten into him. He jumped up, threw some money on the table and left in horror.
"Well, I wonder what has gotten into him?" the barrista said to the waitress.