Date: Mon, 4 Apr 2005 10:42:05 EDT
From: Tysho13@aol.com
Subject: A DREAM COME TRUE

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real
people or events is purely coincidental. The story contains graphic
descriptions of sex between men. Anyone who is forbidden by law to read
such material must stop now. This story is being posted to the Nifty
Archive solely for the enjoyment of its readers.

A special thanks to my loving partner for helping me edit this story along
with his love and support.


A DREAM COME TRUE

By Tysho
Copyright April 4, 2005


      Remember the day when you first realized that you were gay and after
that all you would do was to fantasize about what you wanted as your dream
man, or do you prefer Prince Charming, or maybe you want to call him your
soul mate. Now, I am not referring to how well you want your ideal man to
be endowed. What I am referring to is the person inside and out, no pun
intended. Well, I can remember when I realized that I was gay, it had
happened when I was in my pre-teens. I would look at men and fantasize as
to what I wanted in my soul mate. Don't get me wrong, I wanted them to be
handsome, but what I also wanted was to be with a simple man who was
caring, loving, appreciates life, who loves to have fun, playful, honest,
monogamous and strong willed. I didn't want one of those one-night
stands. What I wanted was to spend the rest of my life with the man of my
dreams.

      I should probably introduce myself. My name is Simon. I consider
myself to be an average type of guy, but others have told me that I am
completely underrating myself. Anyways, back to the story. . .

      After many years of dating losers, I decided to put an ad on the
internet. After a year of responses that did not meet my criteria, I
finally received an email from a man who had caught my interest. His name
was Dylan. After a few emails and talking to one another on the phone a
couple of times, we decided to meet. He had seen what I looked like through
my ad, but he was one of these people who didn't have a picture to send
me. I had figured, what have I got to lose, he seemed sincere enough over
the phone, I agreed that it would be nice to meet. We had set up a time to
meet for dinner. I can remember that evening. It was very cold outside, as
I recall, it was close to being below zero. I arrived on my perspective
date. I was sitting in the restaurant for about ten minutes after the time
we had set up to meet, and still he hadn't arrived. All that was going
through my head was, not another one of these dates again. I was so used to
being stood up or ending up with someone who was a complete loser.

      Five minutes later, he showed up. He came running into the
restaurant. He had spotted me sitting at the table. He was all bundled up.
He took off his winter gear and sat down apologizing for being so late. I
had accepted his apology graciously. Dylan was a fairly tall and thin man.
His hair was kind of messed up from wearing a hat. He wore a shirt and
sweater with khaki pants. From my first impression, he appeared to be
dressed very simply. Check one off of my list. We had ordered our meal. And
as we were eating our food we were sharing bits and pieces of one another.
We discussed the times we've been hurt by other men in our lives, our likes
and dislikes, just spending time, talking and getting to know one another.
What caught my attention were his deep brown eyes and that masculine smile
of his. The date wasn't really so bad, I thought to myself. The man was
definitely cute.

      We had similarities yet we were also different. I can't believe how
many thoughts raced through my head. I kind of felt like Sybil, the woman
with the multiple personalities. Here I was trying to get to know this man
with all of these different thoughts going through my head at the same
time. After our dinner we split the cost of the bill. I had suggested that
we go have some dessert. He seemed kind of hesitant, not that he didn't
want to spend the time, but he was one of those people who was very health
conscious. First, he was kind of a vegetarian with the exception of eating
fish every now and then, and I was definitely a meat eater (more ways that
one -- hehehe). So, I had suggested that we split something. He finally
agreed, so we headed to a coffee house and split a dessert. We split a
piece of chocolate cake, he had tea and I had coffee. After we had finished
our dessert, he said that he needed to head on back home, so I told him
that I would walk him to his car. As we were walking to his car I would
occasionally look behind him and check out the goods. Ok, so I am human and
can appreciate a nice body every now and then. He definitely had a nice
butt. It was small and very firm; that I could definitely tell through
those khaki pants of his.

      We arrived at his car and said our goodbyes, telling one another how
we enjoyed the time we had spent together. I decided to give Dylan a hug
and a kiss on the lips good night. When we kissed that first time, heat
began to fill my body and definitely warmed me up from the freezing cold
weather. There was something definite about our first kiss. It was
passionate. All I knew in my head was that I love this man. I didn't say
it. But I just knew, Dylan was the man for me.

      We continued our dating and things were going real well. We would
hold hands and kiss one another, but nothing sexual yet. We both decided
that we wanted to get to know one another first before having sex. I guess
the two of us wanted it to be special. Don't get me wrong, and I can only
speak for myself. But, every time we kissed I would definitely get hard,
thank God for big sweaters. There was something very special as to the way
he kissed me. His lips were soft, it would just get me all excited by the
time we would end our date; I would go home and jack off thinking about our
kiss. The longer we dated and got to know one another, the more it
confirmed my feelings for Dylan. Each time that we spent with each other
made me love him even more. Now, I didn't express that I was in love with
this man. I figured I should wait because I had a bad habit of rushing into
things and with the luck I have had in the past I usually got hurt and
wound up with the wrong guy. So, I am guilty of keeping this secret.

      It wasn't until after a month or so that we were at Dylan's house
lying on his couch, watching a movie with one another, that it happened. As
both of us were extremely tired from a long work week, the two of us had
passed out during the middle of a movie we were watching; we were snuggled
up on his couch together. My head was lying in his crotch with his legs
wrapped around my body. At that moment, something must have woken me during
my deep slumber. I had realized that the movie was over and I had turned
around to see Dylan still in a deep sleep. The man was definitely
beautiful. He looked so peaceful and so handsome. I think what woke me up
was, since the back of my head was lying against his crotch, I could feel
that his cock was definitely hard. I had turned around to look at his hard
cock through his khakis. This made things stir in my own pants. I decided
to take matters in my own hands, so to speak. I began to unbuckle Dylan's
belt very slowly and quietly as not to disturb his deep sleep. After I got
his belt unbuckled I began to unbutton his pants and slide his zipper
down. And to my surprise was his hard cock. Dylan had no underwear on. His
cock was in plain view as his pants were wide open now. This was a
wonderful sight.

      Dylan continued to be in a deep sleep. I on the other hand had other
ideas. I decided to take a taste of his cock and with my tongue I ran it
all the way up from his balls up to the head. I then took it one step
further after that first taste. I slid his cock down my throat and began
sucking him. Dylan continued to be in a state of slumber and I began
sucking his hard cock. Dylan tasted so good. His precum was so sweet and
his scent put my senses in overload. As I continued sucking his cock I
could feel it getting harder in my mouth. This told me that he was
definitely getting close to cumming. Faster and faster I continued sucking
his member, wanting very much for him to shoot his load down my throat. A
couple of minutes later he began shooting down my throat. He tasted so
good. After his orgasm, his eyes opened. The look on his face told me that
he thought that he was in some sort of dream, but when he looked down and
saw me with his cock in my mouth as I was finishing up, brought him back to
realty and that told him that this was not a dream.

      Dylan then pulled me up off of his cock, so we could kiss. We kissed
passionately. No words were said between the two of us. He then sat up and
the two of us got off of the couch and headed to the bedroom. As we were
walking to the bedroom, Dylan hung onto his pants, so that he wouldn't trip
over them. When we reached his bed, the two of us continued to kiss one
another. His tongue began to enter my mouth tasting residue of his own hot
seed on my tongue. His cock began to stir. I guess that it began to turn
him on tasting his own cum in my mouth. As we continued kissing he slid my
shirt over my head and threw it on the floor. I then repeated the same
action as he did. After that, he unbuckled my belt and opened up my pants,
sliding my underwear and jeans down to the floor. I soon followed suit. The
two of us stood in all of our naked glory. Each one of us was checking out
the other. Admiring what we saw before us. Slowly, he guided me to lie down
on the bed and the kissing continued. Dylan then began kissing my neck and
working his way downwards. With his mouth, he began sucking on my left
nipple. I began to groan in pleasure. After a few minutes of sucking on my
nipple, he switched to the other one. This was definitely heaven, I
thought.

      Downwards his tongue traveled, tasting every inch of my body, and
then is one swoop he took my throbbing cock down his throat. He continued
sucking my cock for about five or ten minutes. I really couldn't tell how
much time had passed as I was in total euphoria. After that Dylan raised my
legs up over my head as his tongue continued on its travels of my body. His
tongue slid down the shaft of my hard cock, along my balls, and further
down the trail of my perineum to my waiting hole. He stopped for a moment
to admire what was before him.

      "You are so beautiful," he stated.

      Next, his tongue swirled itself around the outside of my celestial
gate.

      "And you taste so good," he continued.

      His tongue continued doing numbers on my hole and then his tongue
began to slide inside of me and he worked with total passion on my hole. My
body was in total ecstasy as it writhed in pleasure. Dylan continued
getting my hole all nice and wet before he began sliding his finger inside
of me. His finger began sliding in and out, next he added a second digit,
as he continued sliding both of his fingers into my warm and wet hole.
After a couple of minutes of this I stopped him.

      "I want you to inside of me," I told him.

      "Are you sure this is what you want?"

      "Yes," I replied.

      Dylan reached over to the night stand drawer and pulled out a bottle
of lubricant. He put some lubricant in his hand and began smearing the cool
gel over and inside of my hole. I then grabbed the lubricant from his hand
and squeezed some into mine, and then began applying the gel over his
throbbing cock.

      "Take it slow Dylan, it has been some time since I have done this."

      "Simon, I could never hurt you, just let me know if it gets too
painful and I will stop."

      Dylan very gently began rubbing the head of his cock against my hole
and then slowly began to slide inside of me. He stopped after the head was
inside to allow me to become used to the feeling of him being inside of
me. After I gave the go-ahead Dylan began to slide more into me, until
finally I felt his pubic hair against my entrance. Once again he stopped to
allow me to relax and get comfortable with his hard throbbing cock inside.
When he saw that I was relaxed he began to slide in and out. Very slowly at
first so, he wouldn't hurt me. While he was pumping into me the two of us
began to kiss one another with a passion.

      For once in my life I began to feel that Dylan was a part of me and I
was a part of him. I felt complete. Dylan began to pick up the pace as he
fucked me a little harder and faster. He never took his eyes off me, making
sure that he wasn't hurting me. As he was fucking my hole, my cock was
getting harder and harder. He was definitely hitting my joy button.

      After awhile, I could feel his cock begin to get harder inside of me,
which told me that he was getting close. Dylan began to increase the pace.

      "I'm getting close, Simon," he groaned.

      "Me too," I replied.

      Then at a minute later I could feel Dylan begin shooting his load
deep inside of me.

      "I'm cumming Simon," hollered Dylan

      That got me so wired up that shortly after that I began to shoot my
load all over the two of us.

      "Me too," I groaned

      After the two of us finished, Dylan collapsed on top of me. I then
wrapped my legs around his back, squeezing him to pull him closer, with his
cock still deep inside of me.

      "Why did you let me do this to you?" inquired Dylan.

      When he asked that question, tears began to flow from my eyes as I
turned my head away from him.

      "Simon, are you ok?"

      I continued crying, pulling him closer and closer to me. I just
didn't want to let go. All that was going through my mind was how could I
tell him that I loved him so much?

      "Simon, you know that I love you," Dylan said.

      At that moment I turned to face him, and what I saw were tears
running from his eyes, too.

      "Excuse me? You, what?"

      "I love you, Simon. I loved you since our first date," replied Dylan.

      "You're kidding, right."

      "No, I am not. I've loved you since the day we met. Is that why you
are crying, because you love me too?"

      "Yes, Dylan I've loved you too, from day one, and I want to spend the
rest of my life with you."

      "Well, then that makes two of us, which equals one very happy
couple," as Dylan smiled.

      Well, it has been over two years now and Dylan and I remain together.
All I can do is speak for myself and I can tell you that I am the happiest
man in the world. Oh, I forgot to mention that Dylan does meet all of my
criteria on my list for being my Prince Charming. He is definitely my
lover, my best friend and most of all, my soul mate. So, guys, dreams do
come true.