I walked into the shower, casual as could be, and turned on the shower closest to the entrance. I was foolish to think I would be safer closer to the door but that’s the one I took. But the shower didn’t work. I tried another and another, till I found one near the back that brought forth a spray of warm water. Justin was there, under a shower on the opposite side, and I almost left. But it would have been too obvious, and when I gave a furtive glance in his direction, trying not to look at his magnificent, muscular body, but looking anyway, I stayed. I adjusted the temperature and stood with my back to him, my head tilted up into the spray. I soaked up the warmth for several minutes then punched the soap dispenser. It was empty. I reached over to the next dispenser and punched it, but it was empty too and I swore under my breath. I heard the rapid punching of Justin’s dispenser behind me.

“Here, I tried ‘em all, and they’re all empty except mine,” he said, his voice suddenly closer behind me. “Gonna have to get on Billie’s ass about that.”

I knew how he and the other guys would do that. Billie was the towel boy; that’s what they called him. He was the coach’s assistant. He laundered the towels and whatever else he found laying around the locker room, and cleaned the place and kept the soap dispensers filled, or was supposed to. I thought they abused Billie but he didn’t seem to mind all the indignities they heaped on him. He worshipped the hunky athletes, and reveled in their attention; in a way, much the same as I did. I turned to find Justin standing close, holding out his cupped hands full of liquid soap. I put my hands out for the soap but much to my surprise he put his hands up and dumped it on my chest and quickly rubbed it over my chest before it all ran down.

“Thanks,” I said in a hoarse voice.

“Yeah,” he grunted as he turned away from me.

My chest tightened at the sight of him walking back to his shower; his round, tight butt, his incredibly muscular legs, the wide, muscle-heaped shoulders. He took my breath away, and I think he knew it. He was so intimidating; both his overall size and muscularity, and specifically the size of his cock. I turned to face the wall again; I felt safer if I did not look at him. I didn’t hurry so it would be noticed, but I didn’t linger unnecessarily. I waited for the suds I’d worked up to wash down my body. I waited….I waited, to see if he was going to do anything. If he did, there was nothing I could do about it. He out-weighed me by a good forty pounds, and it was all rock-solid muscle. Rippling, beautiful, hard muscle. If he did, well, I would submit like I always did. Part of me wanted him to; maybe that was the reason I didn’t rush. Truth, I said I didn’t linger unnecessarily, but I could’ve left the shower sooner than I did. A lot of me wanted him to try something; despite the risk and the pain I knew he would cause. If he got rough, it could be worse, but I had endured it before. I heard a noise from the locker room and jumped.

“It’s just Coach Baldwin coming in,” Justin said.

Yes, Coach Baldwin. I was sure he knew about what sometimes went on in the showers. He never came back to the showers, but more than once he had seen Justin come back into the locker room, dripping wet, and me, a few minutes behind him; just the two of us back there, too often to be coincidental. Yeah, he knew what went on back there, and in that, gave his approval, just like he never said anything about the way they treated Billie. I was pretty sure the coach knew I was gay, but he chose not to make an issue of it, and I think that was partly because he thought I might be handy to have around for his players to get their satisfaction and work off their frustrations. I wasn’t doing that; so far, it was only Justin, but I think he thought I was. I jumped at the feel of Justin’s hand on my butt.

“Didn’t mean to scare you,” he said huskily.

Nothing else was said. I knew what he wanted; what he was going to do. He smoothed his big hands all over my butt, squeezing the taut muscles with his big, thick fingers that wrapped so easily around a football, now probing between my buns. His hands were slick with liquid soap. I let out a little gasp when he touched my asshole with the tip of his finger.

Dreading it or wanting it, I was ready for him. Okay, I guess I did linger on purpose; hell I had even flushed out for him, just in case. He would find me squeaky clean, as always. He didn’t like it if he pulled his cock out of my ass and he wasn’t clean, so I began coming to the showers prepared for any eventuality. He shoved his strong, thick finger deep inside me, probing for the spot that he knew would drive me crazy and get me all primed for him. I gasped and whined like a baby when he found my prostate. He knew right where to go and what to do to get me going. In no time, he had me squirming around on his long, meaty finger, twisting my hips around, moaning and thrusting my butt back against his hand. I waited for him to use the second finger.

Fuck! I whispered to myself when he shoved them both inside me. He had big, long, thick fingers. Two of his fingers felt like a small cock. His cock would feel like a stallion. He probed my ass with both fingers, gouging deep, then found my prostate again. I was practically dancing on the balls of my feet, squirming around on his hand. I could hardly stand it when he did that. He could make me come just doing that to my prostate but he didn’t know that, and he didn’t ever spend enough time doing it to get me off, for which I was glad. If he did, he would go right ahead and fuck me even if I shot off. He pulled his fingers out and I glanced over my shoulder to see him walking back to his shower.

He’s not leaving me like this, I thought frantically. I was scared of being fucked, and of being caught, but God, I would go nuts if he left me high and dry. But he punched the soap dispenser and came back with a handful of soap that he spread over his cock and between my buns. I looked over my shoulder to watch him lube up his cock. It was huge and beautiful; awesome, thick. The size….it was at least nine inches long, and as thick as my wrist. I was glad that it wasn’t as thick as Justin’s wrist. The head was enormous; fuck, it looked the size of a baseball.

He gently kicked my feet wider apart and pressed his hand against the small of my back, urging me to take my stance. I knew how he wanted me; we’d done it enough times. I stood with my hands against the tiled wall, my back arched, my butt jutted out to him. He liked for me to arch my back because he said it tilted my butt up just right. He rinsed the soap off his hands and clasped them around my hipbones to hold me fast as he shoved his cock between my slick buns. The head found its way–it had been there many times–and pushed anxiously at my hole. I braced myself, cringing already in anticipation of the pain that I knew was coming. I tried to focus past it, to the intense pleasure that would follow, but always the fright of the pain stood in the way till it was past. He pushed hard and with a soft grunt the head of his cock slipped through my hole.

“UUUhnnnnnnn,” I moaned softly, throwing my head back. No matter how many times, I was never prepared for that initial burst of pain.

“Yeah, you know it’s gonna hurt going in,” he said apologetically.

It always hurt like hell when he shoved it through my hole; so bad I thought I might pass out. But I knew it would pass and then start to feel good in a minute or two when he buried it in deep. I prayed for the seconds to pass, and counted them down. I cringed with my eyes tightly shut, sucking in quiet gasps of air, trying to ride it out as his huge cock burrowed up inside me. I never ceased to wonder where it all went, but he was skilled at dodging any obstacles in his way and lodging it hard and deep in my guts. I counted the seconds as I was slowly impaled on the big club, till I felt his hard, hairy lower abs pressed against my spread butt, for I knew when I felt that, the pain would quickly subside.

“Fuck, yeah, you’re hot and tight as ever,” he said as he pulled back on my hipbones to lock us tightly together. He held us tight for a moment, causing his big cock to buck and throb inside me; so tight that I couldn’t move, and I wanted to. He was in me and the pain was subsiding and I wanted him to fuck me, or me fuck him. I wanted to move around on his cock, to make it rub against all the nerve endings, and to slide across my prostate. Finally, he loosened his grip, eased back and drove his cock back in and began to fuck me.

“Ohhh, Godddd,” I gasped as I rode back on his cock, clawing at the cool tiles on the wall.

“Yeah, you like it, don’t you?”

“You know I do,” I said.

“You always act like you’re afraid of me; afraid I’m going to come over to you.”

“Wouldn’t you be if you had that horse cock of yours facing you?” I said.

“But you like it,” he said as he sloshed his cock in and out of me.

“Yes, but I dread it going in.”

“I could use some of that stuff that numbs your ass but it would also numb my cock and we would be here till Tuesday,” he said.

“I don’t think my ass could take that much drilling with your cock,” I said.

“Then we gotta do it the way we do it,” he said. The way he said it, it was like fucking my ass was his God-given right, that I was put on earth for this purpose and he was preordained to fuck me any time he pleased. Maybe he was right.

Little by little I leaned over, clawing my way down the tiled wall, hunkering back onto his cock, till I was bent over with my shoulders against the wall. I grabbed one of my ankles and pressed my right shoulder against the wall to keep my balance. I was able to watch Justin’s hairy legs between mine as he thrust his cock in me. I reached back between my legs and grasped one of his calves. It was rock-hard, bulging as he rose up on the balls of his feet with each thrust. I took hold of his heavy balls with my other hand.

“Aww, yeah, squeeze ‘em,” he groaned.

“Hey, when you’re done back here, Justin, I need to see you before you take off,” came the voice from the doorway.

I cringed at the sound of the coach’s voice. It was the first time he’d ever come back to the showers when he knew Justin was back there and I wondered why this time. I was appalled to see his frame in the doorway.

“Yes, sir, coach,” Justin said without missing a stroke.

The coach stood in the doorway and watched us for a moment. I saw his hand drop to the front of his jeans but it didn’t linger. Then he turned and left.

“So he does know,” I said.

“Sure he knows. Does that bother you?”

“I would’ve preferred to believe he didn’t,” I said.

Justin laughed. “He’s known for quite a while. He says it’s good for us, to get our rocks off and relieve the pressure. Which by the way, I’m gonna have to do,” he said as he increased his speed and started slamming his cock into me. “Coach says he wants to see me, he don’t like to be kept waiting.”

“Ohhh….Ohhh….Ohhh, fuck!” I groaned with the sudden roughness. Justin was usually gentle, but I liked his rough side as well. It was like he owned me; like I was his slave and he could fuck me any way he damn well pleased, and I didn’t mind that.

“I’m gonna come in a minute,” he warned.

“Can I have your load this time, if you can pull out?” I asked.

“You want it in your mouth?”

“Yes. I haven’t had it that way for a long time.”

“Sure, any way you want it. I like shooting in your mouth and on your face, and watching you swallow it,” he said. “You gotta swallow it if I give it to you that way.”

“Yes, I will. You know I will,” I said.

I hadn’t planned on swallowing his come but I would now because that’s what Justin wanted and he would be watching to see that I did. One thing he didn’t like was to see his precious semen washing across the floor and swirling down the drain. I thought it odd that he thought it was so precious; fuck, he got it off so often, wasted it much of the time. When I sucked him off, on my knees under a shower, I liked to get a mouthful of warm semen and work it around in my mouth then let the shower spray gurgle and wash the come out, but he didn’t like that. Swallowing it pure, I had a hard time getting the stuff down; it was so thick, and there was so much of it. Even when he shot on my face, he quickly scooped it up with his fingers and fed it to me before the shower spray could wash it off. I always tried to keep my hands off my own cock when I was doing Justin because I got too hot and excited and I didn’t want to go off before he did, because without the desire, it was even harder to swallow his semen. Now, I wrapped one hand around my cock and started jacking off. I wanted to come with him.

“Ohh, fuck….fuck, here it comes!” he announced as he thrust harder.

“Give it to me,” I reminded him.

“Yeah….fuck….just a couple…more strokes….Ohh, Ohhhhhhh.”

Suddenly he pulled his cock out of my ass and I quickly turned around and dropped to my knees in front of him. He clasped one hand on top of my head and thrust his hips forward as he pounded his big meat with his fist. I opened my mouth wide to give him an easy target. Suddenly his cock erupted, sending a thick rope of semen sailing across the space between us that landed squarely in my mouth.

“Fuck, bull’s eye!” Justin exclaimed.

He hit another bull’s eye, and another, then his legs began shaking and his hand was unsteady and he was splattering come all over my face. Several more shots landed in my mouth then he shoved his cock in my mouth to finish off. I wallowed his warm, thick semen around his belching cock then opened my mouth for what was left that he’d scooped up to feed me.

“Oh, fuck, man, you really know how to bring a guy off,” he gasped.

He didn’t linger as he usually did, to let me suck and drain every drop of his precious man juice out of him. He pulled his cock out and walked back to his shower to wash off. I knelt there with my head laid back, jacking myself off as I savored the taste of the big stud’s semen. As I got closer, I jacked harder, and I started groaning and whimpering with the pleasure that was building up in me. I wasn’t going to open my mouth and let the shower spray gush in and dilute the precious nectar that was left on my tongue. I wanted to savor it. Finally, the dam burst and I started coming and swallowing the last of Justin’s load at the same time. I was in a dark, steamy cloud of ecstasy as I trembled through my climax, oblivious of all else around me.

“Fuck, you really shoot.”

I blinked my eyes open as I was aware of Justin’s big hand squeezing my shoulder, to see him still standing right beside me, watching me jack off and shoot my load. I was glad he’d stayed to watch me but he didn’t linger.

“Be sure and rinse down the shower floor before you leave; that stuff’s slick and somebody’s liable to fall,” he told me as he left the shower room.

After a moment to recover I managed to get to my feet and stagger back under the spray of water to finish my shower. I took my time, washing my ass good, shoving my fingers way up inside. Even after I’d shot my load, my fingers still felt good. I wouldn’t have minded all that much if Justin had come back and wanted to fuck me again. Or, hell, one of the other guys. I fantasized about that, being gang fucked by a bunch of the jocks. I wondered if they ever did that to Billie.

Several weeks later….weeks without any sex or even overtures from Justin….I found myself in the shower with a bunch of the other jocks. Nothing unusual about that; it was the times when Justin and I were alone that were unusual. With the rest of the guys everything was normal; I was as straight as any of them. There was the usual banter, the vulgarity, the talk and lies about sex and I was quickly caught up in it. Till suddenly I felt a hand on my bare ass. I jumped and snapped my head around to see Justin standing there, under my shower with me, smiling. I blinked with surprise, gaped at him, thinking, no, he can’t be serious….not here, not now….not with all the guys around. But his hand was still on my butt and he was squeezing it and his thumb had found its way deep into my ass crack. And to top it off, I saw the way his other hand was cupped, full of liquid soap that he fully intended to use.

“No,” I said quietly, shaking my head.

“Yeah,” he said. “It’s your fantasy. You’ve mentioned it more than once. Let me get it started and you can live out your fantasy.”

“No, man,” I said again. I didn’t know when I’d mentioned to Justin that I would like to have the experience of being had by a whole locker room full of jocks, but he had gotten the idea somewhere. “It’s just a fantasy,” I told him, admitting to it. We were having this conversation in undertones, as if we were the only two in the shower, but in fact there were….I quickly glanced about to count….nine other guys in the showers and that frightened me. It would turn into a nightmarish gang fuck. I wanted it to remain a fantasy for the time being, something I could jerk off to in the quiet and safety of my room. But Justin wasn’t having it.

He dumped the liquid soap into his other hand then rubbed it into the crack of my ass, deep, so his slick fingers penetrated my hole. He used the other slick hand to lube up his cock.

“Don’t do this, Justin,” I said quietly, still not wanting to attract attention to us. I was too scared to look around and see if anyone was watching us “Please, man, don’t.”

But he wasn’t listening. Next thing I knew, he had his hand spread out across the small of my back and was pushing down.

“Arch your back,” he said, his voice a little louder. He was trying to attract the others’ attention!

“Hey….take a look!” someone said quietly, and I knew we had been noticed. No way we couldn’t be, even with all the thick steam. Two guys just don’t get that close in the shower without being noticed, especially if one of them is bent over.

“Fuck, what’s he doing?” someone asked.

“Looks like he’s gonna do just that….fuck him.”

“No way.”

“Looks like way.”

I was bent over with my face and hands pressed flat against the tile wall; the stance that I was all too familiar with. I felt tears streaming down my face; tears of embarrassment, humiliation, hell, maybe even joy. I should’ve escaped….I could’ve, I was close to the door, and Justin would not have come after me….but something held me there; a force that I was powerless to fight. I defined it later as gay lust. Yeah, gay, because it had to be obvious to every guy in the shower that this wasn’t the first time this had happened; I wasn’t fighting Justin off. I wasn’t even protesting that much.

I closed my eyes to block out the reality of nine other guys in the shower, and braced myself for the onslaught of Justin’s huge cock penetrating my hole. I was about to get fucked in front of nine other jocks and within an hour word would be all over school. But I couldn’t worry about that now, and closing my eyes gave me the feeling that I was safe and alone with the big jock like all the other times; if I could not see the other naked athletes, they could not see us. But I could hear their lewd remarks, now closer, as well as their body heat as they gathered in closer around us.

Justin shoved and my asshole spread open against the pressure and he was suddenly inside me. I was no stranger to Justin’s cock and I took him easily, determined and able to hide the initial pain.

“Holy Shit!” somebody said. “Did you see the way he took that?”

“Damn, Justin, how long have you been fucking that?”

Justin just laughed.

“Fuck, man, I want some of that. I never fucked a guy’s ass before.”

“Does he suck?” someone asked. “Maybe he would suck me while you’re fucking him, and get me all primed.”

“You can try it. I don’t know, myself, I’ve always used this end,” Justin said.

It sort of hurt that he said it like he was using me, but it was the truth, and I never minded. Not even now, that my fantasy was coming to life. I could sense that they were all gathered around us. Bravely, I opened my eyes to see a wall of muscular, naked, wet jocks with cocks of every size and shape being stroked, or standing out, throbbing. I didn’t put a face to a cock, or body, for that matter; I didn’t look up. I didn’t want to see their faces.

One of the cocks came closer and rubbed against the side of my face. I could feel the slick precum. From the other side another cock more boldly rubbed across my lips and I could taste his precum.

“Wanta open up for me? Please?”

I barely hesitated. I didn’t open my mouth but I let my lips go slack and he shoved his cock through. He put his hands on the side of my head and began thrusting in and out. The tears, now, were tears of happiness as I let him fuck my mouth. I was suddenly in heaven; I was in my fantasy.

Justin got off in my ass and pulled out. Another jock took his place. I surprised myself, wishing he was bigger, like Justin. I didn’t know I had become so used to, or even addicted to the size of Justin’s cock, and even the way he moved. I was so focused on my ass that I was taken by surprise when I felt come spurting in my mouth. I might’ve started to jerk away but the hands held my head in place and I became what would be the depository for all of them.

It was a gang fuck in its purest sense. I was being skewered from both ends. As one cock emptied into my mouth or my ass another quickly took its place, and I found myself anticipating the next one. I was sure I took them all at both ends, some more than once because I know I got fucked more than nine times. I lost track of the number of cocks I sucked. A couple of them tasted like cum when they where shoved into my mouth and I knew they had just pulled out of my ass and walked around in front.

It was a wonderful, exhausting time. While it was happening I gave no thought to the aftermath; what they might do or say when they were finished with me. I began to be concerned about that as they began to go back to their own showers and I was left with one cock still ramming my ass and another in my throat, which had been forcibly opened up. Moments later, I stood bent over against the wall, alone under my shower.

I straightened up, still facing the wall and punched the soap dispenser. I felt cum running out of my ass and I reached back for a feel, and found a gaping hole. I shoved two fingers through it; I think I could’ve shoved my fist inside my ass. I squeezed my ass muscles but it didn’t close up around my fingers. I wondered how long it would take to close up.

“Man, that was fuckin’ hot,” someone said.

“Yeah, that was some fuckin’ hot ass,” said another.

They talked as if I weren’t there. It sort of hurt, yet I was glad for the anonymity. Gradually, the shower emptied and I was indeed alone. Then I wasn’t.

“Hey, Coach wants to see you when you’re finished.”

I glanced around to see Justin at the door, dressed now in his gym shorts and T-shirt and sneakers, and his baseball cap pulled low over his face.

“Okay,” I said, suddenly very nervous. I couldn’t imagine what he wanted; what his reaction would be to what had just gone on in the shower, for surely he knew.

“Hey….thanks. I hope you enjoyed it,” Justin said. “Thanks from all the guys.”

“Yeah, it was good. You’re all welcome,” I said, without meaning.

I lingered under the shower as I listened for the banter and the noise in the locker room to die down. I didn’t want to be out there among them. When it was quiet, I turned off the water and grabbed a towel on the way out of the shower. I dried off haphazardly as I walked back to the locker room and wrapped it around my waist before I began gathering up my uniform. I folded and stacked everything neatly in a pile, set my cleats and helmet on top then I went into the coach’s office.

“You wanted to see me, Coach?” I said as I walked up and set my uniform on the corner of his desk.

He looked at it, then at me, with a confused scowl. “What’s this?”

“I figured that’s what you want to see me about.”

“No, not if this is what it looks like; looks like you’re turning in your uniform,” he said as he rubbed one hand over my helmet. “When I want it, I’ll ask for it.”

“Oh.”

“Sit down, Ace,” he said. Coach called everybody Ace when he didn’t remember their names. “Well, I guess you know, now, that I know what goes on back in the showers.”

“I’ve thought you probably did all along, but I preferred to think you didn’t,” I said as I sat on the old couch across from his desk. I adjusted the towel, but with one ankle cocked up on my other knee, I knew he could see under it. I had a sneaking suspicion that since he knew and he was okay with it….well, I wasn’t sure what I thought.

“Well, I wanted you to know for sure that I know,” he said.

“That was the first time with all of them,” I said. “It’s only been with Justin.”

“I sort of suspected that. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable about it,” he said. “I want you to know I’m okay with it, whether it’s just Justin or the entire team, whatever you boys do, as long as nobody gets hurt.”

“I’m glad to hear you say that.”

“It’s good for the guys to relieve the pressure, you know how that is,” he said with a smile. “As long as nobody gets hurt. What I mean is, you’re not being forced into anything, are you? Justin’s never forced you, has he? You weren’t forced just now, were you? I wouldn’t want that to happen.”

I knew that what he did not want to hear that I was being forced, because then he would have to deal with it.

“No, Justin has never forced me,” I said.

“They ganged you. What about that?” he asked.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting it when Justin started fooling around in front of everybody and I told him no.”

“Then he should’ve stopped.”

“I could’ve gotten away from him,” I said in Justin’s defense.

“Not from all nine of them. Why you would’ve been fighting off a ton of muscle,” he said.

“I was close to the door. I could’ve gotten away,” I said.

“And where would you have gone? They likely would’ve come after you if they were horny enough.”

“Maybe, but I didn’t even try,” I said.

“So…you…more or less let it happen.”

“Not more or less. I did let it happen. It was going to happen sometime,” I said with a shrug. “It was a fantasy of mine. Justin knew that.”

“Oh, really.” He leaned back in his chair with a smile. “Can’t tell you how happy I am with the way you’re dealing with this.”

“How else am I supposed to handle it? I’m gay, Coach. Everybody knows it now.” I could see the muscles in his arm flex as he was rubbing his hand casually over his crotch.

“Well, I just want you to know I respect you for who you are, not what you are,” he said. Then he shoved my uniform to the corner of the desk. “You can take this with you when you go. When I want it, I’ll ask for it.”

I nodded and stood up. I went over to get the uniform, and got what shouldn’t have been a surprise. He wasn’t just rubbing his crotch, he was stroking his cock! It was sticking out the leg of his PE shorts. I picked up my uniform and helmet without taking my eyes off of his cock. He shoved his hand down to the base and held it straight up through his fist, tall. thick and throbbing about eight inches. There was precum streaming down the shaft.

“Think you could handle a little more,” he said.

Looking back now, I think that was my defining moment that I was more than just gay; I was a slut. I had just been fucked by nine guys, and sucked most of them off, and my mouth was watering at the sight of the coach’s big cock, and I had to swallow my spit. I didn’t really like the man, but he had always treated me okay and right at that moment I was liking him more. I glanced around at the door. I hadn’t closed it.

“It’s okay, there’s nobody else around,” he said.

“But someone could come in,” I said.

“Close the door then,” he said.

I walked over to close the door, still with my uniform and helmet in my arm. I had a fleeting thought that I should leave, walk away from it. But it was out there between us now and it would be there the next day, and the next and the next, every time I saw the coach, just like it was out there with all of the guys, and probably the whole damned school by morning.. I closed the door and flipped the lock then laid my uniform and helmet on the chair. When I went back around the desk, Coach’s PE shorts were down around his ankles, his big cock standing tall and proud. I went to my knees and pulled the shorts off and tossed them aside. Then I moved between his knees with my arms laid across his massive, hairy thighs and took hold of his cock. I swallowed, audibly loud. I was already licking my lips.

The End

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It was a beautiful Friday and I had spent the entire morning at the beach. It was just after midday when I decided I’d had enough. I covered my naked body with shorts and a t-shirt and strolled off the quiet and secluded beach. I had reached my car and entered it and it was at that moment when I turned and looked at the white sand and blue water and I sighed from the knowledge that autumn and winter would soon be here. Fuck I hated the cold months and the fact that my days in the sun on the beach were halted.

It additionally occurred to me that I only had the weekend before my holidays were over, forcing me to return to work. I detested my job. Working in an office was the most boring thing anyone could do and I had stupidly chosen to do exactly that. I fantasised all the time about working in the Botanical Gardens or some place where I would be outdoors and in the fresh air. Anywhere that didn’t involve elevators, windows, files, computers and air conditioning.

I shook my head with resignation and started the engine. I drove away from my sanctuary with reluctance and headed for home. I had decided I was going to make the most of the next two and a half days. It would be complete relaxation and any fucking thing I wanted to do.

As I drove through the familiar old streets, I was amazed that even though there was a lot that was familiar, it was incredible how much had changed. I suppose that’s modern society for you. Irrespective, I love Sydney. It was where I was born, it was where I grew up, went to school, had some great friends and it was where I found out exactly who I was.

I had moved to Melbourne for several years, all for the sake of a relationship. If I had of known the consequences of that choice, I never would have left. Not that it had anything to do with Melbourne; it’s actually quite a nice city and the people are equally as nice there as they are here. I’m not one of those morons who fall into the pathetic crap of Sydney versus Melbourne. It is so ridiculous. We’re the same nationality in the same country for fucks sake! It’s exactly like Americans with New York versus Los Angeles. Why do people waste their time on such pointless irrelevancies? It truly astounds me. Irrespective of that diversion, it was my partner of choice that had been the problem but thank god that shit is over and I’m back home in my beautiful, beloved Sydney.

The suburban street I live in was actually deserted. No doubt a consequence of it being a weekday. Everyone was at work. This was another plus of my street. Not one single child existed there. There were singles and couples but thank my lucky stars – no children. Yes I admit it. I am not a fan of children. I don’t actually hate them but unlike most people, I cannot for the life of me relate to them. I don’t want to baby talk to babies. The antics of youngsters do not amuse me the way they seem to amuse everyone else. I don’t find enjoyment interacting with them either. All they really do is irritate me up until the time they grow up to be… oh let’s say… about twenty-eight.

So I pulled into the driveway, got out of the car and walked into my home. I was dragging my shirt and shorts from my body before I reached the bedroom and I was naked as I walked down the hall. I desperately wanted to shower and wash the salt from my body and so I walked into the room and tossed the clothes into the washing basket. I stopped and glanced at myself in the mirror. I was so happy. I hadn’t had a tan like this since before I went to Melbourne and that was now five years ago. When I tanned, I went brown. Not Bronze, not caramel, not honey, not golden but dark brown. In fact, sometimes when I over did it, my skin was so dark that I was occasionally asked if I was aboriginal. The reality is that I’m not. I just have very olive skin, no doubt with a lot of melanin within it. Melanin is the dark brown to black pigment within hair, skin or the iris and it is responsible for tanning.

I turned three hundred and sixty degrees as I checked my reflection to make sure it was even. It was! No tan lines, no patches, just brown from top to toe. As I moved slightly, it was then that I caught a glimpse of movement. It was the swiftest flicker of a shadow, reflected from outside my bedroom door. I turned around and looked but there was nothing there. I stood still, tilted my head and listened but the house was as quiet as if it were empty. I shook my head dismissively.

I realised I was thirsty and walked immediately to the kitchen. I filled a glass from the water filter and as I leaned against the sink, I stared out into my small and private backyard. The sun was shining down into it and the recently mowed lawn was tidy and a lush green. The trees against the fence had been pruned and were full and thick and a much darker green. Just as I started to move away from the window, my mind spoke loudly as my brain registered that something was incorrect. I moved back and scanned the yard, trying to discover what I consciously had been unaware of.

I again looked at the trees and the lawn but all looked normal. I looked down to the small shed to my right but it also seemed normal. I rested my hands on the sink and as they took my weight, I leaned closer to the window. I was feeling a little foolish but when I looked to the stairs that led down from the back door into the yard, my face changed to match my mystified thoughts. At the base of the steps was a small, material bag or sachet. I didn’t know what it was, why it was there or who could have put it there and it was that thought that raised an unsettled feeling within me.

My family and friends knew me well enough to know that if they desired to visit me, it was not wise to do so without a call of notification. I was not one for surprise visits and unless it was an emergency, they knew they would be the recipient’s of harsh recrimination for deciding to dismiss my strongly held view. If they needed to give me something or deliver something to me, again, a simple phone call was in order.

I thought briefly and considered a delivery person but wondered why if that were the case, would it not simply be left at the front door. At that moment, it occurred that the flap of the bag or sachet was opened. This whole thing seemed very strange. It was then that the shadow in my mirror reoccurred within my mind.

My weight returned completely to my feet and I turned. The kitchen was rectangular and with two entrances. The lounge room was L-shaped and was built around it. I looked to my right and into the far end of the lounge room but it was empty. I turned and looked out the door in front of me at the top end of the kitchen and again all was quiet. I had not closed the front door, which was directly opposite and I looked out into the beautiful sun-drenched day that was shrouded in silence, save for the cicadas in the enormous Jacaranda tree by the driveway.

I was beginning to feel more unsettled but decided to rationalise that I was being utterly irrational over a stupid black bag. I inhaled and using the sink as leverage, I pushed myself forward toward the door. I stopped and strategically turned my head sideways and peered around the doorframe to the left and down the hall. It was empty and everything was soundless and perfectly still. I looked to the front door and suggested to myself that I get out and call the police.

It was that precise thought that initiated a dramatic roll of the eyes and a loud self-disapproving comment. “Don’t be a fucking idiot.” I stepped through the door, turned and walked down the hallway. The laundry, which also contained the backdoor, was directly opposite my bedroom. I glanced in and it was empty. I looked across into my room and it was yet again the same as it had been minutes before. I stepped forward, now increasing my pace and feeling quite stupid. I pushed the door to the spare bedroom opened and looked in. Empty and quiet! I turned away and pushed the bathroom door opened. This was the last door in my small townhouse and once again, it was also empty and quiet.

I burst into laughter. “You are such a fucking moron at times Michael.” I said loudly though with relief while still laughing. I started to continue in to take a refreshing shower but then the black bag popped back into the front of my mind. I thought to put some clothes on but then thought what does it matter, nobody is around and nobody can see me in the backyard anyway.

I turned immediately and strolled, now much more confidently, into the laundry and toward the backdoor. It was less than a millisecond when my mind registered via my peripheral vision that something black was against the wall beside the door from the hall. I didn’t even have the chance to stop or turn before an arm came violently around my neck and squeezed until I couldn’t breathe.

Both of my hands reached and grasped at the black material-covered arm but it was strong. I felt the powerful muscle within the forearm with one hand and an enormous and immovable bicep with the other. I was beginning to gasp, I could feel the heating of my blood and it forcing its way into my face and in seconds my vision was beginning to blur. My mind was solely on a lack of oxygen and the thoughts to elbow or kick did not exist.

“Stop fucking struggling or I’ll fucking snap your neck.”

A very deep and masculine though accented voice said. It was strange. It was the sort of statement that would make anyone come to attention, take notice and submit and it was no different for me. I stopped struggling and let myself lean against him but I continued to try to pull his arm from my neck so I could breathe. However, what was strange was that I knew the accent and though I wasn’t particularly a fan, I was a fan of those handsome, strong, muscular and powerfully built men that the accent so obviously belonged to.

Back in the seventies and eighties in Australia, any immigrants from Greek, Italian or Middle-Eastern backgrounds, had very specific accents when they spoke English. This sort of accent was referred to as a ‘New Australian Accent’. The title fell away over time but I still referred to it that way to myself. Old habits die hard.

During the late nineties and early naughties, I had suddenly noticed an increase in the Lebanese population in Sydney, though it was probably no different and I was just suddenly in a similar location more regularly. The thing that I specifically noticed was an increase in my seeing these big, buff boys or more specifically, young men. It was the black hair, the dark eyes and the olive skin and oh my god those muscles. For me, they were simply beautiful. Not all of them of course but many. Anyway, I had the occasions to talk with a couple and the accent stuck.

This man’s accent was far less pronounced, in fact, it was subtle to say the least but I could still hear it and so instantly, I knew my attacker was Lebanese and by the feel of his arm and his body against my naked form, I could also tell that he was big. He loosened his grip around my neck and walked backwards, drawing me back into the hall and then across into my bedroom. I was terrified of what was about to happen to me and I subsequently began to wonder why he was here, what he wanted and whether it had anything to do with me and if so, what?

“I’m going to let you go and if you try any fucking thing, I’ll fucking squash you like a bug. Okay?”

I nodded to let him know I was in agreement but then the arm around my neck pulled away and down with extreme force and synchronously, his hand from his other arm pushed my hip and I was spun and thrown down onto the floor. I rolled uncontrollably and slammed into the base of the bed and my forehead hit it solidly, bringing stars to my eyes and a split second of black or unconsciousness. My hand reached for my head and I cried out from the flush of pain that swept throughout it. I lay there for a minute before my mind began to clear and I rolled over and looked up.

Towering over me was my attacker. He was wearing a black sweatshirt or Sloppy Joe as they are often called in Australia. Additionally he wore black sweat pants and black runners but what really caught my attention was a black balaclava. To my astonishment, the first thought that ran through my head was that he wanted to be black and without thinking, I laughed.

He took a step back, no doubt a little surprised but then his stance turned aggressive. His shoulders broadened, his chest expanded, his arms curved and his fists clenched and then he stepped forward and arched over me, as if he were about to pick me up and break me in two. I curled into a foetal position and yelled I’m sorry in fear. He stopped, still arched over me and asked what I thought under these circumstances was so funny. I looked up at him, one hand holding my head, which had begun to bleed and I told him the quickest thought that I could create in my mind. I said that I had thought that in my entire life, in all the places I had been, of all the times, I had to be confronted and taken hostage, when I was alone and stark naked and that the bizarre and surreal nature of it had made me inappropriately laugh.

“I see your point.” He said laughing and shaking his head.

I looked up at him and could see despite the sweatshirt that he had a huge upper torso. Looking at this, I became aware of how his chest was rising and falling, with obviously very heavy and uneven breathing. I glanced down and saw that he was going commando and that his cock was pressed against his pants with extremely obvious definition. It wasn’t hard. Quite to the contrary, it was flaccid but it was firmly pushing against the material. He stood there for at least a half a minute without a word and then he sat down on the bed and just looked at me. Finally my curiosity got the better of me and I decided to risk speaking.

“What are you doing here? What do you want? Have I done something wrong that I don’t know about?” I asked without pause.

“Why aren’t you at work?” He responded loudly.

“I’m on vacation.” I replied.

“Fuck!” He yelled even more loudly.

I knew instantly that he was a burglar and that he was in my home to rob me. I don’t know why I suddenly felt more confident because I was still scared. Perhaps it was because I was feeling violated and angry.

“Maybe you should case a place before you decide to break and enter.” I said thinking the man was an idiot and thinking that surely any burglar with an ounce of intelligence, wouldn’t break in without some degree of certainty.

His foot swung forward and he kicked me in the leg. “Don’t be a fucking smartarse.” He said as I yelled and grabbed my left leg and held my throbbing shin. I looked up at him angrily and I heard a small snicker of a laugh from behind the balaclava.

“Just fucking try something.” He said in response to my expression.

Afraid again, I caught myself and pushed the anger off my face.

“Anyway, I didn’t break anything, although I should break you in half.”

He inched back across the mattress for more comfort as he sat on the bed and then I heard a whispered “Fuck” again roll off his tongue. He was obviously really frustrated that he had been caught out and he was trying to decide the course of action he was going to take.

“Look!” I said warily. “I’m not wealthy and I don’t have anything worth stealing. I only rent this place, I don’t own it, it isn’t mine. I’ve got maybe eighty dollars in my wallet, it’s yours, just leave and I won’t tell anyone or say anything.”

He looked down at me and again I heard a balaclava muffled laugh.

“No, of course you won’t. You’re a good bloke, a good guy, right? You want to protect me from getting busted by the fucking cops.” He said with a sarcastic tone to his voice. “You’d be on the fucking phone the second I walked out the door and describing me to them so they could arrest me.”

“No I promise you I won’t. I just want you to leave.”

His face went down into the palm of his hand and again the word fuck slid from his lips in a frustrated whisper. He sat back up and looked down at me and despite the frightening and threatening situation I was in; I could have sworn he was checking out my naked body. His dark brown eyes, which were close to black and were the only thing I could see of him apart from his hands, suddenly flicked up to my face and he looked deep into my eyes. Honestly, it was like they were drilling into my mind. I didn’t know what he was thinking but my fear rose again and I thought I had to do something.

“You can take my car, drive to wherever you want and then dump it and walk away. No one will ever know you were here or that you broke in, no one will ever find you and no one will know what you’re doing with the car when you park it and walk away.”

He looked at me and his eyes seemed so sharp and dangerous but also as if they would consume me and so I looked away.

“Why are you doing this? You’re not very good at it.” I said spontaneously and then gulped at my thoughtless stupidity and then waited for another kick to my body.

“You’ve got balls Skippy, I’ll give you that.” He said as his body tensed.

“Who the fuck is Skippy?” I asked confused.

“You!” He said laughing as he stared at me again.

“Why?” I questioned; still totally oblivious, though I should have caught on.

“It’s what we call Aussie Caucasian guys. You know, the television show from the sixties and seventies that swept the world – Skippy the bush Kangaroo.” He explained and I smiled and then snickered.

“I like that, it’s cute and endearing.”

“Whatever!” He said dismissing my inappropriate warmth with austerity.

“Listen muscles.” I said stepping on his frigid response. “I really need to use the toilet. Choke me again or whatever you deem appropriate to imprisonment but get me there or I’ll piss on you.” I informed him with temerity.

His gaze swung in my direction in shock and though I knew he was stunned by my impudence, he did not lash out or confront me. It was the most unusual situation. I was actually beginning to like this guy but I absolutely detested him at the same time. I don’t know what it was or why but everything inside me told me he was a nice guy and something about his self-expression under these circumstances, made be believe his dictatorial output was nothing more than a facade. Irrespective, his current actions toward me along with his behaviour, well that was an entirely different matter and made me want to torture him for days.

He laughed; I assumed at my ‘muscles’ comment, along with my unmitigated gall and then he stood up. I couldn’t help but notice immediately that his cock had grown and though it was still hanging down, its imprint against his sweat pants was thick, full and long. He bent over, reached down and wrapped his hand around the bicep and tricep of my left arm and then he pulled me gently to my feet. He wrapped his arm around my neck but this time it was loose and then he walked me into the bathroom, holding me against him as he waited for me to do my thing. It was an absolute impossibility for me to not feel his big thick cock pressing against my naked arse. I hadn’t been sexually active since my breakup with the fuckwit in Melbourne and as my fidelity had been completely unswerving to, (from here on until the end of time to be referred to as) the fuckwit, I hadn’t been with another man in over five years. Damn did Muscle’s big cock feel good. I actually very subtly pressed back against it and to my delight it twitched.

Suddenly Muscle’s said; “While I’m here” and then stepped beside me and pulled it out. His knob was thick and succulent and his whole cock was impressive to say the least. His urethra was large and his stream was thick, round and heavy.

I stared at his cock for the whole time I was pissing and I found myself wanting it and forgetting completely about the situation I was in. I finished first and his hand came around my body and grabbed me. He finished, flushed and then again wrapped his arm around my neck and pulled me against him. It suddenly occurred to me that something about this did not gel and I was almost certain amidst a slight doubt that this man was either gay or would definitely cross the line.

He looked into the large bathroom mirror as we began to walk and then he stopped, automatically halting me as well. He turned me face on to the mirror and then looked at my reflection. I have to say it put me off balance immediately and I don’t mean my ability to stand up. Why would he want to look at me in the mirror when he had me naked in front of him? He stepped to the side and directed me back to the toilet and told me to sit down. I followed his instructions unquestioningly, though intrigued by the unexpected.

“We’ll have to do something about that.” He said motioning to the cut above my eye. I glanced to the mirror and saw the small, bleeding wound. He reached for a face cloth hanging beside the sink and wet it. He wrung the excess water from it and then turned and with real consideration, dabbed the wound gently, to remove the blood and clean it. “Do you have some antiseptic?” He asked softly and I ushered to the cupboard door within the vanity. He crouched down, opened the door and as he retrieved the bottle, I stared at him aghast. I was absolutely gobsmacked. As he rose up and turned toward me, he noted the expression on my face and I heard a soft and muffled ‘what?’ I simply nodded a no matter response and then he shocked me again.

“I’m sorry Skippy, I didn’t mean to cause damage.”

Now I was confused. The guy breaks into my home, gets caught in the act, physically and verbally abuses me and then apologises while doctoring an insignificant cut above my left eye. Still I found it heart warming.

“It’s okay.” I said. “Don’t worry about it.”

“This might sting a little.” He said as he began to apply the antiseptic.

“I’m a big boy, I can handle it.” I replied slightly miffed as I assumed that he was questioning my manliness. Unfortunately for me, the moment the antiseptic touched the exposed wound, I cried out.

“Hmmm, so I see big boy.” He said chortling to my disheartened embarrassment.

“Fuck off!” I said irritated.

“Catchy comeback. I’ll have to remember to use that some day.” He said and I could only imagine the expression on his face.

“Kiss my arse and wipe that superior and self-satisfied hidden expression off your face.”

Now he laughed really loudly. It was a laughter that told me he was not only completely amused by my reaction but that also I had been right.

“Does my mystique bother you?” He said smugly.

“Mystique?” I bellowed with laughter. “Try cowardice.”

He stood up and stepped back subtly shaking his head. “Do you have any sort of adhesive gauze?”

I nodded toward the cupboard again. I was frustrated because he had terminated our competitive banter with thoughtfulness and consideration for my wellbeing and it made me feel guilty. This incensed me because he was the bad guy and I should not be made to feel anything other then morally superior.

“Isn’t that elephant man cover on your head hot and irritating?” I said.

“Yeah right, give me a moment to take it off and reveal myself to you.” He spat back sardonically. He completed his task and then stepped back and looked at his work. “Okay, on your feet Skippy.”

I stood up and his arm once again leashed me from escape and he pulled my body against him. He slowly began to walk and I felt his big cock get bigger. I hated admitting it to myself but I was turned on and I wanted him badly. I wondered briefly if I was suffering from that hostage psychology. What was it called; I tried to remember. It was something to do with Scandinavia or somewhere over there. Oh yes, I thought. ‘Stockholm Syndrome’! Was I becoming emotionally connected to my captor? I wondered. No! Absolutely not! I just wanted to eat his big, beautiful cock and then have him fuck me with it.

Now I became angry with myself. Here I was in this impossibly frustrating situation, my choices and my will removed from me and I had been physically attacked. I thought of him fixing my eye and dismissed it as inconsequential and nothing more than his own guilt. Fuck him; he was an arsehole! How could I let this prick intimidate me and allow him to think he had the right or that what he was doing was okay? It wasn’t okay! Now to top it all off, I was utterly turned on by him and I wanted him to have sex with me. It was unreasonable and it was just too much for me to contend with. As we entered and walked through and across the hallway, I was so hot for him but in a completely incongruous mesh of feelings, I was flushed and overflowing with anger and subsequently, confusion. It made me incredulous.

As we turned to enter my bedroom, I felt his thick meat rub against my cheek and press into my crack. I suddenly felt irrational and lost between anger and lust and in an act of complete spontaneity; I reached swiftly over my head, grasped the balaclava and pulled it away forcefully.

He screamed loudly and then threw me violently as he called me a fucking prick. I grabbed the wardrobe to stop my seemingly unassailable flight across the room and then turned quickly.

He was incredibly handsome and to top it off, there it all was. The long, unkempt, black hair, the olive skin and also the deep, dark, secretive eyes. I blatantly and obviously stared down at his crotch and was happy to see that his cock was undoubtedly harder and bigger. He was fuming with anger as I looked at his face and I knew I had only one option to deter his red-faced anger, before he unleashed his wrath upon me. I looked into his eyes with an expression that told him I wanted him and then as I licked my lips evocatively, I reached across and stroked my swelling cock. His change of expression was instantaneous and his eyes lowered to watch my fingers sliding up and down my rising cock. I pointed it directly at his face and then I saw the recognition of a brother, wash over the maddened look within his eyes and mirroring the thoughts within his mind.

He was like a primitive man swiftly approaching his pray, to deal the final blow. His eyes were glazed, his skin now flushed from both the anger and the growing desire. His large hands grabbed my distinctly smaller shoulders and he pulled me against him brutally. I felt my chest crash hard against his and his arms surrounded me and imprisoned me. I realized now with certainty that if he wanted to, he really could have snapped me in two.

I looked up into his soulful eyes, pressed my hand to the back of his head and pushed his lips to mine. He pulled away as if it was incongruous but I simply pulled him back. From that moment it was over. I had no say, I had no control and he was about to set his primal hunger free.

His strong and solid arms began to squeeze my body and I wondered for a moment if I had overestimated but then I felt his cock; so full, so hard, so thick and then no longer were my feet on the ground. I was locked in his arms and I had no foundation but him. The room began to turn but it wasn’t from dizzying influences. It was Muscle’s, as he turned toward the bed. He did not release me, he did not lower me, he simply crushed me beneath him with his fall.

I had no idea where he was at, who he was or what this actually meant to him. All I knew was that he was taking me as his for now and I had every intention of letting him do so. He glanced at me momentarily and though his eyes were still glazed, I could see the wild and untamed need within them. My needs were of little consequence to him, as the wild man ground his body against me but my needs were of consequence to me and I knew that what I wanted would serve his every requirement.

I reached down and pulled his sweatshirt up and he instinctively moved to allow the process and I dragged it over his head and threw it indiscriminately. The moment his massive chest was naked against mine, he began to rub and writhe it even harder against me and I felt his cock thrust hard against my groin. I closed my feet against his and forced his shoes from his feet. I dug my toes beneath the ends of his socks and slipped them to the floor with ease. His head rose up and his mouth dove down as his tongue speared into my mouth. It whirled and twirled within and I felt as if he was preparing to devour his pray.

“God damn you Skippy, you hot little fuck.” His deep manly voice tried to whisper. It was a tone that indicated he was still angry but that his anger was being crushed by his insurgent carnal demands.

I reached down and pushed at the elastic waistband that held his sweat pants on his hips and as if he had been given an order, his body lifted and I pushed them to his thighs. My hands slid up and I grasped and squeezed his cheeks and he moaned. Yet again, using my legs and feet, I dragged at his pants and they floated from his body to the floor. His hands and arms tightened dominantly around me and he began to rub and push his rock hard cock against my flesh. He kissed the curve of my neck and shoulder and then his mouth opened and he closed his teeth around the muscle. I ran my hands hard up his back with pressure and force and then caressed back down with gentleness. This only incited a greater intensity within him and with his arm around my back; he rose up onto his knees, holding me glued to his body. His other hand locked on my hair and as he wrenched at it, he pulled my head backwards and his teeth closed on my neck. My mind dived toward the mythical Vampire, simply because of my love of the homoerotic implications of the genre but then his scraping teeth turned to a kiss and he licked, sucked and kissed the tautly stretched skin, like I was a banquet for his exclusive appetite.

He released my hair from his assertive hold and his hand slid over my face as he kissed my lips and bit tenderly on them. His hand kept moving but it was not a caress. It was hard and manly as it occasionally stopped its explorative journey of my naked form, to rub and feel and squeeze and pinch, all for the benefit of his requirements.

I didn’t care. It was unusual for me but I didn’t. Muscle’s made me feel like the only man in the world, though this was not his intention and nothing was further from his mind. He made me feel like I was the first and last of my kind. He made me feel as if no matter his sexual request; I would have no alternative and only absolute obligation, to submit unswervingly to his every command and desire.

His arm that chained my body to his, suddenly moved, coinciding with his other arm and then both hands squeezed my arse with a vice-like grip. His groin pulled away and then rammed back against me and I felt his granite slab crunch and attempt to crush my throbbing cock, as he pushed my arse with the strength of both arms, forcing my groin even harder against his. I was well aware of the satisfaction of a man grinding his cock against another man’s cock but this man made me think of the shifting continental plates. I wondered when something would give and something would break and I hoped that the earth would move when it did.

I was in awe, my body was pulsating and I was mesmerised within the moment but then in a flash of blurred movement, his hand was thrusting me down and the back of my body imprinted my outline on the mattress. His mouth encircled my nipple and he sucked like he was trying to tear it away from my chest. I groaned in utter bliss and yet, though it felt wonderful, it was the thought of his need to devour me that actually sent my passions into orbit.

His hands were snakelike in their movements over my chest and stomach and the sides of my body. I glanced down and caught his left hand as it moved like an arrow to its target and I felt his fist punish the circumference of my cock as it squeezed. The brief respite was relieving as he released but then he began to bend my cock against its will and I yelled in dismay, as I found myself both loving and hating the act. It was only for a few seconds and then I felt his hand slide and while his fingers continued to grip, his cupped palm slid over every cell of my explosive knob, which had already reached its expansive limit. He arched and curved his palm as he rubbed sadistically and I writhed in insane pleasure and discomfort, as I fought for victory over my tactile sensitivity.

All at once his mouth released my nipple, his left hand released my cock, his right hand broke from its exploration and his head rose into the air but without the slightest of pause, the movement continued as his body fell forward and carried his head and mouth to my balls. He opened his mouth and sucked and one side at a time, they both were pulled like water into a drain, into the hot, wet warmth of his mouth.

This man was astounding but obviously it wasn’t because of what he did. It was because of the way he did everything and the uncompromising instinctive nature of the way he did it. Something at that moment sounded within me. It was almost nostalgic in nature. It was like a vague yet familiar music playing in the distance. It gave me the sense of a virgin but there was undeniably no possibility of that with Muscle’s. He was far too comfortable and at ease, definitely without the standard fumbling and uncertainty. He also was too accepting and embracing of a new and foreign territory and he was way too willing to attempt and do and try. This man was experienced! These thoughts immediately negated the possibility. I was about to dismiss it all, when I suddenly recognised it for what it was. It was that he considered all new experiences as virgin territory and he explored and enjoyed them all. He did this with an attitude of someone with innocent eyes and transformed the unfamiliar into something he revelled in joyously and unashamedly. Muscle’s reminded me of someone I had known a decade before but Muscle’s was even more of a free and all-embracing spirit.

I actually wondered in all seriousness, whether I had ever wanted someone as badly as I wanted Muscle’s? My mind quickly scanned my relatively exiguous sexual history and I found no moment and no encounter, regardless of whether it was a desperately hungry fuck and suck in secluded surroundings, a simple one-night-stand or even when it was something that turned into so much more; that was in any way as decadent & lustful, erotic & arousing, ravishing & ravaging and wilful yet arbitrary. While my feelings, actions and thoughts were synchronously embracing a satisfaction, which seemed would be impossible to ever completely satisfy, the overwhelming quest of my feelings, actions and thoughts individually, seemed inexplicable to the man that I normally was.

Again it occurred to me that Muscle’s only consideration was for self-gratification. With that thought, I knew that I must force myself to take from him, all that would satisfy me. There was so much that I wanted to do to him. He was on his side, his body angled, as his chest rested on my stomach and hip, while he sucked and let his tongue lick and toy with my sack. I slid my hand and arm beneath his legs and then twisted toward him and grabbed his cock and pulled it away from his stomach. I opened my mouth and simply enveloped as much as I could and then I slid it out until all that remained in my mouth, was his soft and succulent knob. I let my tongue swirl over it and then I flicked the tip back and forth over it. I twisted his cock in my mouth with my hand and then sucked again. It was so incredibly smooth and it was generating some serious heat.

I felt Muscle’s as he squirmed just a little but still he ignored me in favour of his own actions and desires. My entire sack was in his mouth and he was sucking on it and letting his tongue enjoy its presence. I began to really suck his cock. I wanted it badly, I had it in my hand and mouth and I decided to just enjoy myself, regardless of his lack of focus toward me as a person. My mouth slid back and forth and his cock now began to thicken even more. His cock wasn’t long by any means, actually in that department, it was average. It was the diameter and the circumference that was beyond my experience. I could actually feel my jaw straining as it stretched to accommodate and that thought was enough to make me consider that if the opportunity arose, just how would I cope with Muscle’s inside me. My immediate thought was a humorous distraction to my trepidation. I told myself that my actions must be in the vein of martyrdom and self-sacrifice. I would suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, all for the sake of having Muscle’s hot, thick cock filling me deep and hard.

As my tongue, lips and gums slid up and down this beautiful cock and I was enjoying its taste and consistency, despite that I had exactly what I wanted, I found myself becoming infuriated by his complete dismissal of me. Let’s face it, it was rude and ignorant and it was pissing me off no end.

I became determined to get his attention and if all else failed, I would tell him in no uncertain terms but first, I considered that he was a man. An average everyday man! This meant that he was basically a prisoner to his cock and his sexual desires. If I could control this facet of the man then perhaps I could influence his unfazed willingness to ignore me. I propped myself on my elbow and I fastened my hand hard around his meat. Just as I did this, he popped my balls from his mouth and began to eat my cock. It felt magnificent and man was he exceptional when it came to blowjobs but I also knew that this would make my job harder. I had to make sure that no matter how good he made me feel, I did not allow it to become all encompassing.

I began to pump his cock furiously with the tightest fist and the greatest speed and pressure. I heard a subtle moan and then his arms wrapped around my hips and thighs and he pulled my crotch to his mouth. He had engulfed my cock and he wanted me deep when he was ready to drink from my groin. I stiffen my body and my resolve and was determined to endure his onslaught.

From my lips to the base of his thick cock, I stroked my fist hard and fast and I let my mouth slide swiftly up and down at the same time. I was pounding him for all I was worth and though I was enjoying knowing that Muscle’s cock was mine, the workload was unbelievable and it seemed like I was facing a losing battle. Still I wanted his load and I was now even more determined to swallow every last delicious and thick, steaming drop. I admit I did reach a point of doubt for a spit second but then suddenly, Muscle’s pulled away from my cock and groaned with absolute astonishment and ecstasy. He fell backwards onto his back and then yelled as he gasped; “Holy Shit, Skippy!”

He lifted himself up onto his elbows but as he began to speak again, I slid his cock deep into my mouth and rubbed his bursting knob hard against my throat. It took every ounce of control not to gag on his massive meat but almost instantly, he literally screamed a moaning yell of overwhelmed sensitivity and loss of control and as he fell back onto his back, I slid one hand over his chest and nipples and pushed the tip of my thumb from the other just inside his tight and clenched hole and immediately, his pulsating knob burst explosively into my mouth. I swallowed with urgency but he came like a pyroclastic flow. I pulled back, letting my mouth fill and then swallowed again and finally the volume and force slowed. Now I slid my mouth back and forward gently and I licked his cock and sucked his knob and ran my hand softly over his chest.

Muscle’s panted breathlessly from his overpowering release and every few moments he let out a whispered moan of contentment. I slid his hot cock from between my lips and looked at it and then I licked it. I stood it upright and as he looked down and watched me, I kissed his helmet as if it were a lovers lips. I moved down and began to lick his balls and then I sucked them individually and with care. His body was still twitching from the unexpected orgasm that had coincided with his ejaculation and he could barely move of his own accord. I returned to his cock, which was now lying firmly, though not quite as hard against his stomach and I licked upwards from the base to the knob. He moaned again but this was immediately followed by words.

“Oh, Skippy!”

I began to kiss and caress his abdomen and stomach, and the more I touched his firm flesh and my lips brushed over the smooth skin, the harder I was once again becoming. I pressed my hard-on into the muscle of his large thigh, as I slid further up his body. I rubbed both pecs as I licked his left nipple and as he moaned yet again, I felt his cock spring back to full life and harden beneath my stomach.

Now I sucked his nipple into my mouth and as it attempted to return to its position, I closed my teeth on the tit and bit firmly but with gentleness, holding it stretched but in place. He groaned harder and he inhaled so deeply that the tightening of the skin around his huge chest, pulled at his tit until it was dragged from my mouth. I ran the tip of my tongue from his chest, down onto the side of his body and his arm moved upward for my convenience. I continued running the tip of my tongue over the top two ribs and then moved into the stretched and shallow pit of his arm. I ran my tongue through his moist and manly scent and the salt sucked at my tongue and made me salivate.

His breathing was normalising and I knew that if I wanted all that was my desire, I had to pick up my pace before he again took control, ignoring my place in this union and so I raised my head and kissed his bicep, his shoulder and then his neck. I slid myself directly on top of his body and as I took his head into my hands, I kissed him so deep and so hard and with such unrestrained passion that his eyes opened and looked at me with shock. His body was beginning to heat up again and I felt his cock press against me several times. I knew he wanted to go further but I knew I had removed him from his path of spontaneity and instinctive unreasoned wildness but now, I wanted his unrestrained power and forcefulness and his primal manliness, deep inside of me. In that way, I wanted him to take control and to take me with him on his journey.

I held his hard, smooth and curved biceps in my hands, I raised my head and looked deep into his eyes and then I punished his cock with my cock, by jamming and rubbing them together hard.

“You know what Muscle’s? I thought that a real man like you, someone as big and strong and powerful, someone so hot and handsome that he could have anyone at all, would be taking me by now and making my tight hungry hole beg for mercy, mercy from the pleasure instilled by your irresistible and thick beautiful cock?”

The expression change upon his face was instantaneous and I saw the return of the wild beast within. His arms flew to me and he grabbed my torso and lifted me from his body, turned me in mid air and then thrust me down onto the bed, bringing a smile to my hungry mouth. Muscle’s was on top of me and again he was writhing and rubbing and also desirously biting my neck and shoulder. I let my hands rise up onto his back as my arms embraced the full and muscular torso. His skin felt like satin beneath my fingers but it was hot instead of cool. I ran one hand down into his crack and I tickled his pouting pink button but made no attempt to break the seal again. This was to be his creation and I was but his canvas, attempting only to raise his desire.

He rolled off me onto his side on the mattress and then he pulled me to and against him. His leg firmly split my legs apart and as his large thigh filled the space created, he grabbed his hard cock, bent it down and pushed it under my balls and across to my arse. He pulled our chests together and he squeezed my body as if there were still room to move. His hand reached down and grasped the closest cheek and he squeezed and pulled it away from the other. The movements were swift and furious and with each part of me he touched or pressed, his breathing became deeper and heavier.

I felt his hand release my cheek and then it moved down my crack until he discovered his cock. It was stiff and pushing up against me in search of its resting place against his stomach. He pressed his fingers against it firmly and pushed the upper side of his cock against my hole. He began to pump with his hips, forcing his cock to slide between his fingers and his now closed though future destination, with a consistently firm and heating friction.

No one had ever done this to me before. It felt good but just the thought of his thick cock rubbing against my hole, made me hot with anticipation. I was concentrating so much on all of the different things he was doing and all of the feelings of the different areas of his body touching me that I was completely unaware, when his lips slammed into mine for a hungry kiss. His tongue parted them easily and his mouth opened mine without my control. His arm that was beneath and around my body, now twisted and turned so his hand could hold my head. He leaned against me and I was on my back from his weight. His kiss was still deep and desirous and his fingers still held his cock firmly in place, as he pumped it and led me closer to our final destination.

His body continued to writhe hard against me and we were both sweating from our sexual heat. He broke the kiss and his mouth went to my neck and he growled as he wrapped his pressing teeth around it. I was like a rag doll under his control and I was awash with need and want and now with my mouth free, I called out to him to fuck me now.

He pulled away from me completely and for the briefest of moments, I thought he was angered by my interfering words and that I had destroyed what I was attempting to create but then I saw his eyes and I knew that this had only just begun. His eyes were filled with a ravenous and covetous yearning and though this filled me with an excited expectation, I also felt apprehensive in the face of his uncontrolled emotions. He rose up onto his knees and then he reached down and his left hand went to my head and his right went to my cock. Supporting my head he pulled and lifted me up but he never let go of my throbbing boner. Now as he had me in front of him, he began to pull my cock aggressively and then once again, he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. I knew instinctively that this was not about causing me pain and that it was simply his wild side letting go. To my surprise, it didn’t hurt because the sexual heat and desire was too loud and too encompassing within my mind, for me to feel anything other than my deepest needs incited even further.

He turned side on to the front of my body and to my disappointment; he released my cock from his devouring hand. I began to reach for his but before my hand was even close, he lifted his arm and pushed my chest against him. He bent slightly forward and then pushing my body, my chest slid over his back. I had no idea what he was doing but whatever it was, I was going to allow it to continue. He reached behind himself, searched and found my arm and then pulled it around to the other side of his body and rested my hand on his hip and in the blink of an eye, my chest and stomach were now pressed against his back and I was, in essence, wrapped around him. My left hand unconsciously and automatically reached up and held his left shoulder. I wanted to feel steady and to secure myself. As if he knew that was exactly what I would do, he now straighten his torso and now my body was sideways and lying wrapped around and across his back. His left hand moved to and gripped my cock firmly. He stroked it a few times and then released it and circled his arm around my legs. His right hand reached again and gripped my arm. He pulled my arm and legs toward the front of his body and I suddenly had the thought that he had me in some sort of wrestlers hold. It was so strange and so unusual but I found myself loving the feeling of his strength and control and now I believed that I truly was like a rag doll. He was making me feel like he could do anything to me. I was wrapped around him but I had not chosen it and had been unaware of it until it was done. I suddenly thought that he was getting off on the flesh of a naked male body, rubbing and dragging all over him and so to increase this, if I was indeed correct, I bent the elbow of the arm he was holding and began to slide and caress my hand all over his chest and stomach. I writhed my chest against his back, defying gravity as I did. I heard a rasped breath as he sighed.

I was feeling even more turned on and I reached with the hand of the arm he was holding and to my delight I found his cock and I clenched my fist around it. Fuck was it hard and fuck was it thick and now more than anything in the world, I desperately wanted him inside of me, fucking me with all of his unleashed desire.

“Muscle’s, baby, fuck me please? I need you inside me now.”

His hand that held my arm, now slid up to grip my pit and shoulder and then he pulled me, dragging my chest, my stomach, my abdomen and then my steely hard cock, over and around his smooth, firm and muscular back, until I suddenly emerged on the other side of his body. He grabbed me hard and pulled me against him and our teeth scraped as our mouths clashed. I grasped at his body to hold him tight and began to kiss him deeply but he pulled me away from him, leaving me wanting and then he threw me back down onto the mattress. I wanted to let him have whatever he wanted but he was teasing me and taking away from me, every time I began to fulfil a momentary desire.

I looked up at him with frustration and indeed a little irritated but as those wild eyes drilled into mine; I saw a distinct decision made within them. I looked at him now uncertain and then he roughly rolled me onto my stomach. I thought to myself at last but now his hands pressed flat against my back and then he dragged them down toward my arse with such friction that I could feel my skin being stretched over my back. Muscle’s was a man who really got off on the feeling of tactile connection and I heard him moan as the skin of his hands rubbed down the skin of my back.

When they reach my arse cheeks, he rubbed them hard, he forced them apart and then he squeezed them like he was trying to get juice from an orange. He had me so wild and wanting that yet again I screamed for him to fuck me and then suddenly his right hand slid between the mattress and my chest and he pulled me up into the air as if I were a feather. What now I wondered, frustrated by his delays but then my back slammed into his chest and his powerful arms wrapped around my chest and stomach and his lips pressed into the side of my face. They then slid down to my neck and he kissed me there as well. His hand moved from my stomach and grabbed my cock and as he squeezed, I felt his thick knob pressuring against my closed door.

His teeth opened around my neck but this time he bit a little harder and as I winced from the discomfort, I felt his creamy wet warmth of his thick bulging cock, break the sacred seal and firmly slide forward. My mouth opened as I felt his true measure and I cried out from the very same thing. His teeth closed harder against my shoulder and the displacement of a focused pain, made it all the more easier to bear. He stopped halfway and it was the first time he displayed any degree of reasoned control. I breathed heavily and moaned from the feeling, which was lost indistinctly between pleasure and pain.

Instantly I felt his teeth on my neck turn to a kiss and his hand on my chest that held me bound and tight, now caressed with a gentle and seductive conveyance. My moan now turned from emotional uncertainty into wistful sighs of need and all in a moment, Muscle’s had turned my feelings around. He began to move forward again but this time it was forceful and as the pain began to rise, his hand moved and turned my face and he pressed his lips to mine. He kissed me now more deeply and with such overwhelming passion that I was consumed by a veritable amalgam of individual feelings, which were coalescing into a fusion of unquestioned certainty, all of which desired for him to embrace and devour. He was completely inside of me, completely filling me and then he began to withdraw and fill me again.

I groaned now but it was in ecstasy and I reached behind me and began to run my fingers over his hot and sensual flesh. His pace increased and then his rhythm grew constant and our bodies slid and slapped with each forward thrust he made. His kiss broke free and his right hand, journeyed unstoppable, over and around my body. His other hand slammed my cock in some indistinct though compatible rhythm and now his muscle-defeating meat, began to thrust wildly and with power. It was hard to define my moans from my groans and sighs. I was lost in the deepest fathoms of my desires and fantasies and emotions and with that my thoughts were a meaningless confusion unreasoned.

I lifted my hand over my shoulder and caressed his smooth, shaven face and he leaned into it and sighed as he intensified his endurance and focus. Both of his arms and hands now clasped my chest and he rubbed and caressed it, before pinching my nipples to raise me to another level. His mouth came down onto my shoulder and kissed again, as his awesomely arse-breaking cock sent me onward and over my established parameters.

“Oh fuck Muscle’s! Deeper baby, harder baby, give it to me Muscle’s, give it all to me!”

With those words and to my astonishment, he increased to give me all that I had asked for. His strokes lengthened and his power demolished and to my utter satisfaction, I felt him somehow reach an untouched place. His balls were slamming into mine, his groin was slapping my arse and his chest was rubbing and writhing and sliding against me, while one hand continued to caress and the other had returned to annihilating my submissively resigned and surrendering cock.

“Muscle’s, oh my god Muscle’s, I can’t, I mean no I can’t, oh fuck, Muscle’s, fuck I’m going to blow!”

He pulled me somehow closer and his chin went over and locked on my shoulder and he stared at my cock as he waited for me to blow. Nothing seemed to disturb him. His rhythm didn’t alter, his power wasn’t diminished and everything he was doing continued undisturbed. I could stay no longer. He had taken me to and beyond my limit and now he was transporting me to some other world. I felt like I was travelling at the speed of light without a brake and then all of a sudden, he turned my head and while still watching my cock, he kissed me and transport was complete.

I could feel the blood rushing violently to my head and as I closed my eyes and focused on his kiss, I saw all the colours of the rainbow and more, flash throughout the darkness. I could feel my cock thundering and as my body jolted within his embrace, I opened my eyes as he broke our kiss and I saw him bring my cream to his mouth and consume it. His hand returned to my cock and now as he continued to milk it for all he could and my body continued to twitch and jolt within his embrace, he shuddered and began to fill me with his steaming hot nectar, which I had greedily devoured before. He crushed me in his arms and we cried out together in utter euphoria and I revelled in his unbridled being.

Even amidst what must have been extreme sensitivity, his cock continued to slide and thrust and pound its full length, all the way out and all the way in. I could feel each hot bullet he shot into me and I was in ecstasy of his full and hard thickness, as it slid hot and lovingly inside of me. He squeezed me and fucked me with his final eruptions and I yelled his name with adoration and hope of what could lay ahead for us. With the final pull of the trigger, he slammed me so deep and so hard and with such force that we slid across the bed as the last of the ammunition filled me.

Muscle’s continued to groan. His rhythm had now been dispersed into unconscious and meaningless instinctive actions. He still continued to attempt to draw every last ounce of release and satisfaction from our writhing and sweating bodies. I was bound to him by not only his thick cock, which was still inside me but also by his strong arms that held me close and tight. Finally all came to a conclusion when our conjoined bodies fell toward the pillows of my bed. He did not release me from his warm embrace but rather; he kissed my neck and my back and continued, though in a much more soft and subtle way, to caress my body with his own.

“You’re a bad boy Skippy but I love every inch of you.”

“Aw Muscle’s, you drive me insane with desire. Even now I want to eat you up and continue to eat you forever.”

“I wish we could have forever with the way you make me feel Skippy.”

With his enveloping body spooning mine, we drifted off to sleep.

It was four in the afternoon when I awoke. I lay for a few seconds considering the extraordinary dream before I realised it had not been a dream. I turned over quietly, only to find that Muscle’s was not beside me. Smiling, I rose and walked into the bathroom but again; Muscle’s wasn’t there. I walked into every room in the house, only to find them empty. I returned to the kitchen and looked out the window and found without surprise that the black bag was gone. I didn’t bother to search the house for missing items because I knew that all was as it should be.

I smiled as I thought of my Balaclava Bandit, at least that was one of the names I would call him, the other of course being Muscle’s. I was suddenly struck by a feeling of sadness because I believed that I would never see him again. I turned and leaned against the sink and it was then that I saw a note on the kitchen bench.

Dearest Skippy,
I’m sorry about my actions before you came home and especially for the way I treated you when you did but I’m not at all sorry about what happened between us afterward. Skippy that was the most mind-blowing and best sex ever!
Please don’t think I’m cold and detached. I had found myself liking you and attracted to you before we even started getting it on. My feelings were strong and I was trying to maintain a distance. We both know this was an unusual situation. Though we are compatible in the obvious way, our lives couldn’t be further apart. Skippy, I couldn’t let this go any further and it had already moved so much further for me. You have no idea how hard this is for me. If only our lives were different.
Cest la vie.
I’ll never forget you Skippy!
Muscle’s.

Clarity filled my mind. It wasn’t about self-gratification at all. It was about his emotional control. I never would have guessed that he felt so strongly. He didn’t know it but by the end, my heart was feeling the same. Irrespective, in both my heart and mind I knew that he was right. Of course I would have loved to try to take us further but despite my regret, he was right. I would not have had his strength of will to walk away. As I thought briefly, I realised I knew myself well enough to know that I never would have accepted his lifestyle and choices and in that regard, the ensuing confrontations would have been dire to any connection we had. With that clarification, I reaffirmed to myself that he had done the right thing by both of us. With that thought, I was now absolutely certain that I would never see him again. I scanned the note once more and as it tugged intently upon my heartstrings and also at my memories, words ushered softly from my mouth unconsciously.

“I’ll never forget you either Muscle’s!”

WRITTEN by GRANT BABER