Gay Erotic Stories

My Blond, Blue Eyed Dream Man It was just another day. On the subway to work, and in a daze as usual, I was already thinking about what I would be doing after work that day (not a good way to start the day!). People on the subway are usually so lifeless and boring to look at. I had come to dread my daily grind, the subway just a small part of the unpleasant ritual of earning a living. - OK, ok! Things are not really that bad! Maybe I was just depressed that morning, because of the weather? I don't know why. But nonetheless I sat moping on the seat, looking just as uninteresting as all my fellow subway riders. Thank god! My stop. I had to push my way just to get off, it was so crowded. As I started toward the steps to daylight above, I felt a twinge in my neck and had to pause for a moment. Stepping to one side, past the bustling commuters, I reached my hand back and massaged my neck, craning it around to loosen up my tense neck and shoulder muscles. As I was turned around I happened to be looking at the subway car, which had yet to start moving away. Staring right at me was a face from behind the glass on the subway car. God, I must be dreaming, I thought to myself. With an automatic movement I turned around to gaze at my onlooker. You can't believe how handsome a face I saw. A tan, strong neck, encircled by a perfectly neat collar and necktie, served as the foundation for the sculpture of his face, complete with a strong cleft chin, a beautiful mouth formed in a shy smile that revealed gleaming white teeth, and above that his eyes, as blue as the sky. A shock of blond hair, slightly ruffled and in contrast to his perfectly neat appearance, completed the picture. But, just as quickly as my neck had twinged a moment earlier, he disappeared, as the subway car abruptly moved off, vanishing into the dark tunnel. I just stood there, alone on the platform, staring off to where the man of my dreams had gone. Thinking, was that a dream? It had to have been! Just too perfect to be true. I had to believe it was a dream, or I wouldn't be able to concentrate on work that day. Try as I did, I was unable to stop thinking about it. His face floated around in my mind's eye for the entire day, haunting my consciousness. The boss asked me several times if I was ok. Thinking that I had been under too much strain for too long, he decided to give me the afternoon off and the next day, giving me a long weekend. At first I resisted, but then I figured it would be for the best to have a break. I got on the subway again. This time it was nearly empty, with only a few old ladies and a young mother with children aboard. I got to the end of the line and exited the train, walking toward my car. As I sank into the soft leather seat, the realization that I had three and a half days of rest eased over my tired body like a warm bath, and I began to relax and loosen up. Feeling better, I put the car into gear and headed home to my cute little condo that I worked so hard to be able to live in. I realized that it was time to start enjoying life more. I walked inside, took off my coat, turned on some classical music, and opened a bottle of wine. Stepping into the bathroom, I filled the jacuzzi with warm water and turned on the pulsating jets, which agitated the water as a million bubbles rose continually to the surface. I stripped off in front of the mirror. Wine glass in hand, I looked up at myself. The mirror held the image of my long, slender but muscular body, trained so hard in the gym. Looking at my hard pecs and soft trail of hair that fell to my navel, I started to touch myself. Damn, you're not bad! I said to myself and eased into the jacuzzi. The warmth of the water and the force of the bubbles tickling my balls made me hard, and I started to stroke myself. In my mind I saw the cute blond guy on the subway, smiling at me (mischievously?)as I stroked my hardening cock in my strong, hairy hands. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, thinking of how much I wanted to be kissing his strong mouth right then. The thought of his tongue in my mouth made my dick quiver, and in ecstasy I spilled my load on my chest, the white man-mild forming a small puddle in my six pack abs. I washed it off and took a drink of the expensive wine in my goblet, finally draining the glass and standing up, I got out of the tub, showered, and went to bed. Totally naked, I slipped into the sheets and dreamed of my new fantasy man. Did he have to be only a dream? Then I thought to myself, no way! With hard work and determination I had gotten most everything I set my mind to get, and why should this golden stud be any different? I knew I had to give myself a chance to meet him. Thinking about the long weekend I had ahead of me, I decided that my project for those three days would be to find him. As I fell asleep to these thoughts, little did I realize that he was just as determined as I was! To be continued... (for sure!)