He looks like a porn star

Okay, I'm on my way home after work the other week. The bus comes, I get on. Usually I head upstairs, but this time I decide to sit downstairs because there's a guy sat there, sexy as fuck, and as luck would have it, the only seat free is directly in front of him (shame it wasn't already taken because then it would be time to start doubling up and I would've sat next to him - you never know, we might have rubbed thighs). When I turned my head to look out of the window I could see him, just in the corner of my eye. Also, it was dark out, so I could see him reflected in the glass. Nice one. I couldn't get a really good look at him, but trust me, I'd glimpsed enough to be able to tell you he was as fit, as, fuck.

A few minutes later his mobile goes off and he answers it, straight away. Leaps on it. I'm assuming it's his bird, or one of them, but he's not happy. Apparently she doesn't answer her phone or return his calls quick enough and he's seriously fed up with it. I'd say he was on the phone for less than a minute and it's over. He's dumped her. Just like that. And from what he said and the way he said it, he's not going to change his mind. She had her chance and she blew it. Now I know he's got a sexy voice as well. He sounds hard. Not a thug, but definitely a tough bloke. He's moving. Must be his stop. He gets up and starts to move to the front of the bus. I turn my head just in time to get an eyeful. I can see his fabric straining over his pert nipple, and can't help but notice how his t-shirt stretches across his amazing pecs. Fuck! He's sexy. I watch him as he stands at the front of the bus waiting for it to stop. He's perfectly proportioned. The bus stops, the door opens and he's gone. Wow!

The other day I was waiting for the bus into town. It was a nice day. Sun was shining. T-shirt weather. I'm minding my own business but cast my eye around for something to look at while I'm waiting for the bus. It could be fluffy white clouds, or the way the sun glints, or a handsome man. Anything, really. When I spot him. He's a way down the street but heading my way. Strolling. But it's definitely him. Not only that, he's in baggy shorts that go down to his knees, but best of all, he's decided to wear that really, really loose baggy vest that hangs way, way down around his arms and shows off most of his amazing pecs, almost to the nipple. Fuck, he's going to walk right past me. Hope he's getting the bus. But no. He strolls by, gorgeous in the sunshine, and as he walks past me my head follows only to see almost all of his awesome back... FUCK! That t-shirt is not covering very much of his body, which is why he probably chose to wear it. He disappears into a fast food outlet just meters from where I'm standing. For once I hope the bus will be late so I can get another look. But no, it's on time. I board and carry on with my day. What an eyeful.

But I can't get the sexy fucker out of my head. The way he dumped her when he was on the bus and everyone could hear. The way his physique fills his clothes. Not only that, he reminds me of someone. It's as if I've seen him before, but where? I'd never forget a man like that. I probably never will forget him and I've only glimpsed him twice. His manly frame will probably float into my minds eye's just as I breathe my last breath. That's how fucking sexy he is.

Then, this morning, I thought I'd add a couple more links to my list of favourite porn actors, here on my xH profile. You know, that list of special men who make a little butterfly go around my heart. I know I should be methodical and start at the top (the list is alphabetical), but I tend to just think of who I'm in the mood for, search for a good scene to represent them, then copy the link and paste it next to their name. A bit of wholesome, extra added value, if you like. Marc Dylan came to mind. I haven't seen him on here for a while, so I tapped in his name and clicked return. This wasn't on xH, by the way, but on another web site. The first scene that caught my eye was one of Dylan with that other sexy fucker, Goran. And then the penny dropped. It turned out to be a big penny, and it dropped a long way down. It was him. That sexy fucker on the bus looked like Goran. Spitting image. Separated at birth. And he lives somewhere in my neighbourhood...

So, I've put posters up on every second lamp post, and at every bus stop. And I've printed out a map of the neighbourhood, so that when I knock on doors I can tell which streets I've done. I'm going to be methodical and find the fucker. And when I do, I'm going to tell him I know how to make him happy. As well as the best blow jobs ever I'll promise to always answer my phone when he calls, and return any missed calls promptly.

Wish me luck!

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