I DREAMED OF MEN

I laid in bed listening to the air blow across my face from the fan on the other side of the room. I was half way between consciousness and dreamland. It's a wonder to me how multitasking the brain can be in that state. I could definitely tell that I had an erection as I fantasized about the many men I wanted to sleep with today. I was on vacation. Finally, I could gather myself and recover from the many months of hard work that I'd put into the most unfulfilling job I've ever held. As I laid there in bed other thoughts and sounds intruded my semi-conscious mind. I could hear what I thought were conversations my grandmother was having with several different people. I could not understand a word she was saying. Only I could hear the murmuring of her voice and the breaks between the responses the other person must have been giving. I continued to lay there hoping to fall back into a deep sleep but to no avail.

Finally my brain gave way to more fantasy of me fucking, my favorite pastime. I should say my old standby for boredom. I was with Eric at the moment. Eric was a cute little half breed. Black and Latino he was. I'd been with him several years ago before my move and I'd always enjoyed his company, well at least for the most part. There were some dynamics to our relationship that left much to be desired. For instance, he never wanted to get dick in his ass. I personally preferred to be the man on top when encountering another man but he was special I guess you could say. He was so cute and adorable to me with his small and petite body. His dick wasn't much to look at which also catered to his whim to fuck me in the ass. I didn't ordinarily allow that to happen but in special circumstances when I just had to have someone… I tended to bend to their will.

In this moment I was riding Eric's back. I was giving it to him as only I knew how to! I love being on top. As the dream shifted I would encounter different men and women. The women were just in supporting roles if you will. I haven't had sex with a woman in many many years including in my dreams. I somehow ended my sexual exploitation of Eric and lent myself to an out of town experience. I was somewhere in some town that seemed familiar but still unrecognizable. The purpose was clear for the event I was there for although later on that would shift to. I was with two women who again seemed familiar to me but unrecognizable.. I was dependent on them for everything. I'd come to visit to go to a party later that night. We rode around the city ventured to different places and finally ended up in the hotel we would be staying in…

David was the boy in this section of my dreams. He was just as beautiful in my dream as he was in real life. I had the proclivity to be drawn to very attractive males with well, feminine qualities. David was as well multi-racial. Something about yella boys got my attention more so than those with darker complexions. David was much bigger than me in stature. He wasn't taller but had bigger muscles. He had long curly hair that I loved and a killer smile. I guess I could mention but without relevance to this instance his small penis. I guess I liked that also because in gay relationships the man with the bigger dick is usually the one doing all the fucking. That doesn't leave much to the imagination as to who was consistently on top when we were together. However, from time to time I would allow him to meander around in my ass just for kicks. He was a self professed top but wasn't really any good at it. I didn't mind from time to time letting him inside me as I knew it would only be a few minutes and then I would flip the boy over and enjoy the pleasure of his tight little hole.

David had joined myself and the two other women in what would seem to have been a communal hotel. He was there for me. I was staying with the women but asked him to take me to his place. Somewhere in that instance I knew that later on after the party we would have some amazing sex. I was counting on it. As the women prepared themselves for the night ahead, I rested in the room waiting for them to return from the community bathroom. I was laying on the bed when the cell phone I was using gave way to some technological failure. It was like watching fireworks on the screen of the phone. It would seem that the system had gone down for all of us using that one service. We were out of contact with the outside world.

Finally we were ready to go to this "event", the party that had long been awaiting our arrival. We arrived at the venue and it was a concert of sorts. Opening for John Legend was Seal. I was amazed even in my dream. I was lucid yet enough to know that I was going to enjoy this part of my dream. I'd recently been to a John Legend concert and clearly had brought that experience into my dream. The venue was small and finally David and the two women faded into the background. It was all about Seal at this point. In my dream he didn't look like the Seal in real life. He for one had hair and lots of it for that matter. His head was way bigger than any normal body could support with a huge face. Still dark as ever though. I could see Heidi standing in the wings as her head was way oversized as well with a huge face. I don't know what those big faces represented but they were very prevelant in my dream.

The show begins and Seal can't seem to get his notes. After a while of warming up he launches full force into the persona we all know and he is famous for. His voice though is not as smooth or attractive as in real life. The acoustics are horrible and well I don't think he knew the words to the song he was singing. At this point it begins to become sexual. Seal's head shrinks and his hair comes down into dreads and he looks "normal". He invites several men and women to the stage to sit with him while he performs another song. I'd not noticed earlier in the dream or perhaps he had a wardrobe change and I missed it, but he was now wearing a quilt. I kept wondering to myself, even in the dream, when was John Legend coming on stage. He is truly who I wanted to see.

As Seal sat there on stage with the people he'd invited from the audience. His legs gapping open and underwear less, you could see what appeared o be a huge penis, dark and irregular shaped but still huge. I thought to myself that must be the lure for Heidi. He was singing and stoking himself like it was a guitar. It was funny. Meanwhile, I sat in the audience watching the spectacle and, this boy came and sat down next to me. I know that I didn't know him in real life. He wasn't what I would have dated or talked to, short hair darker skin not feminine in anyway. I didn't want much to do with him but he made some conversation that kept my attention. I iniatilly didn't think that he was gay but as time passed the dream and setting shifted again…

I was now on top of this man. He was face down in a bed with his head turned to the side just so I could hear him talking. I put my face down close to his as I rode his back and felt his soft and wet insides. I could not discern what he was saying and for that matter I don't believe that I even cared. I just wanted to enjoy the feeling that I hadn't had in such a long long time. I could tell that I was fucking him without a condom on. The sensation was way to intense and It was truly like being in a pussy, something I hadn't had or been in in over a decade.

I woke up. I laid there for sometime before I pulled myself up out of the bed and went to the bathroom to pee. I'd been in this state for about thirty minutes or so but ignored the pressure on my bladder for hopes that I would return to my dream state and finish enjoying my fantasy. Many thoughts had gone through my head in just those few instances of being lucid. This dream came just at a point when I didn't want to think about being with a man.. I was sad as I struggled to fight my way out of a lifestyle that I didn't want to be in, my dreams would even betray me. I just layed there as long as I could with thoughts engrossed in the sounds of the falling rain outside the window.