Michael Stein has a recurring dream of Mr. Muscles -- a tall, strong, sex machine who pounds him into oblivion and makes his sheets wet. Unfortunately, Mr. Muscles doesn’t really exist. But who needs reality when the best sex he ever had comes every night? He doesn't need a real man, right? Such a man doesn't even exist. Life is good -- no messy relationships, hot nocturnal encounters, and he only has to clean up after himself. One day at work, Michael finds himself face to face with the man of his dreams in the form of Christian Bolster, who is six feet tall and full of solid muscle. To Michael’s surprise, Christian invites him to dinner, and he can't help but say yes. As the evening progresses, Michael is drawn to Christian’s charm and relaxed nature. Suddenly he starts to panic. This can't be real. Things like this don't happen to him. What was he thinking? Should he take a chance on reality, or hold out for the man in his dreams? Or can Christian be that man?

Dream Man

Still kissing like it’s our last day on Earth, I move my hands to the front of his pants and pull the zipper down as fast as I dare, thrusting my hand inside to caress the hard bulge that pulses steadily in my hand.


Chris breaks the kiss suddenly, both of us panting for breath as he thrusts against my palm. I look down at his redbikini briefs and lick my lips, dying for a taste.


Pushing him back, I kneel in front of Chris and roll down his briefs. His cock, all nine inches of it, hard and ready for the sucking, hits my face in its haste to reach my mouth. I rub my face all over his glans, drops of pre-come glistening and leaving traces on my cheeks, a smile on my face.


Chapter 5