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

“Harder, Chris. Make me feel it!” I yell.


He starts to speed up, pounding into me with everything he’s got. Soon, I’m coming with a shout.


“Fuck yes!” I cry out. A few seconds later, Chris yells and I feel his warmth through the condom, a soothing balm for an ass well-used.


He collapses on me, but quickly rolls to the side, breathing hard, chest heaving. I am replete, unable to move, a sigh of contentment on my lips.


“So, did you enjoy your dessert?” I ask, a tired smile on my face.


He laughs softly, turning over on his side, his hand caressing my stomach.


“That was the sweetest dessert I’ve ever tasted. I hope we can have seconds, and soon,” he chuckled.


We lay together, Chris holding me against his chest, stroking my arm. We fall asleep for a while, sated.


In the middle of the night, he wakes me up, my back to his chest while he slowly jacks my cock. The sensation is delicious, and I thrust into his fist, growing harder and harder with each pump.


Chapter 6