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I opened my eyes from a heavy sleep to the sudden awareness of a heated, sensuous and deep, probing kiss. My cock was painfully hard and throbbing and it was being crushed in a hand, the strength of the grip offering some relief to my cock's discomfort. A forearm and hand were across my chest, confining me beneath it with weight and intent. I was naked. It was the way that I always slept. The grip of the hand on my cock released and then it turned and as the palm pushed hard against my shaft, pushing it against my body, the fingers curled around my ball sack, lifting and stretching it and rolling my nuts gently over the fingers, sending me further into a state of desire. The kiss became more intense, more passionate and I responded to it automatically. The fingers of the hand on my chest began to rub my nipple firmly and as its sensitivity grew and the flesh expanded, a finger and thumb pinched it hard. I wanted to cry out but the lips covered my mouth and the tongue dived deep, almost as if to subdue an expected reaction. My subconscious mind was slowly receding in response to the awakening of my conscious mind. It was still groggy from a very deep sleep. I wondered who was in my bed and seducing my unconscious body into delicious awakened desires.

My room was dark. It was so dark that I couldn't see anything except to establish outlines of shapes against the ceiling and walls. I could identify the circular shape and edge of the head that was kissing me. I could see the square lines of furniture off to my side against the wall. It dawned on me at that moment that this wasn't my room and this wasn't my bed. I wondered where I was but then the hand grabbed my cock again and not only was it squeezing it but now it was stroking within the magnificent tightness. I writhed, thrust my hips and pushed my hardness into the fist. I moaned into the mouth that kissed me in a way I had never been kissed.

Wow! This kiss, these lips, this tongue, it was a mouth of wanton passion, of absolute resolve and it was a mouth that did not request but took what it wanted and ordered me to melt into it and become part of it. The hardness and the pressure of this overwhelming kiss, somehow managed amidst its wild and hungry delirium, to still offer sensuous softness as well. What a kiss!

I felt so tired and I was still not completely awake. I realised the grogginess was not normal. It was like I was struggling to get back from the unknown. No matter how much I tried to shake it off, I just felt lost and incapable and my body felt like a dead weight despite the sexual buzz and tingling. Whatever this unusual influence was, it was distorting and overriding my natural senses or the impulse information to my brain. Something was interfering and so my body just wasn't working the way that it should. It was made even more frustrating by the darkness.

The hand moved over the head of my cock with its next stroke and a thick spill of pre-come oozed into the palm, which then ran firmly over the crest of my cock, forcing a stilted groan from as deep as my diaphragm, all the way up into the hot and wet mouth that offered the tongue, which danced so intimately within my mouth. My cock was lifted, pointed at the ceiling and then pushed hard in the opposing direction it desired. It was discomforting but it felt good at the same time and then that crushing grip of the fist again, a grip that once more ceased the desperate throbbing for a time.

An errant memory like a flash bulb went off in my mind. Well at least it seemed like a memory but the strange thing was that I couldn't actually remember the event. I was riding a horse and I could see mountains in the distance. This made no sense to me because I had never ridden a horse and also, I had never been in such an unfamiliar area, which was more regional and arid than metropolitan in appearance. I had no idea what this visual thought meant but it also became clearer to me that I didn't know where I was. My head was filled with vague impressions that were like looking at text in a foreign language. Something told me I needed to remember something but I just didn't know what it was.

The lips pressed hard, the fingers rubbed my nipple, the hand now jerked my cock powerfully and I sighed, captivated, as I relished in the enforced physical pleasure. I opened my eyes wide trying to make them adjust to the thick darkness and I tried to make out the face of the black silhouette that was raising my desires with such capable ease. It was impossible to distinguish and like everything else it was still unclear and then I felt a sharp pain in my head. It was hot and drilling but only for a moment before it faded. Again my cock was squeezed hard and again my hips pushed it into the insane desire the hand was creating.

I saw another flash of memory. At least I once again thought it was a memory but it actually seemed more like a dream in the way it was filled with confusing occurrences that seemed unrelated to my reality. I really wasn't sure about anything because nothing made sense and nothing was certain. A man was carrying me. I could see blue sky with white puffs of cloud passing above. I could feel the large arms around me, one curved around my back and the other around my legs. I could feel the man's body against my side. I tried to look but all I saw was the deep blue and a little white of a shirt before I knew my eyes were closing and I knew I was groaning in pain. I didn't understand this either but I suddenly thought that it had something to do with what it was that I needed to remember.

Damn, these lips, this tongue and these hands just had me in a place that I wanted to take up residence within. I couldn't remember the last time I had felt this horny or my cock had felt so explosively swollen. In fact, I wondered if there had ever been such a time or such a sexual reaction on my part. The only thing was that I wasn't use to being held down, fundamentally made submissive but the thing was that I didn't mind and I liked it. I liked how it made me feel. It was different but I definitely liked it. This assertiveness at my expense was overpowering and called to a deep and hidden desire.

The lips broke away suddenly and though the arm remained on my chest and holding me down and in place, the mouth moved swiftly downwards, the tongue gliding down over my chest then stomach and then a split second later, those lips were wrapped around and sliding down my cock. I literally shivered at the feeling as it took me all the way in. I was a man of average endowment in length but a nice thick mouthful nonetheless.

I saw another flash but it was so brief it was barely even clear. It was the impression of the man from the previous flash carrying me. He was a big man because within the blurred vision beneath the blue and white shirt, I saw he had very broad shoulders and large upper arms and then just as I was about to look at the man's face, my eyes closed again. I wondered what the fuck had happened and where I was?

'Fuck, yes!'

I heard the words leave my mouth instinctively but with so much truth and desire surrounding them. My voice croaked like I hadn't used it in some time and then my mind shifted to the cause of those words. It was the lips and the tongue and the mouth, as they moved like velvet along the shaft of my cock, sending me deeper into a sensitised state of elation. This mouth that was softly and sensually driving me towards climax, certainly knew what I liked and what my cock liked. This blowjob, at least the beginning of it, was definitely fulfilling my personal tastes and preferences. I loved it and I knew that I was going to shoot soon and within a mysterious though erotic delight.

'Aw fuck!' I said amidst a sigh as the mouth closed tighter and the tongue rubbed over the crown of my cock.

I inhaled deeply as I adjusted to the sensitivity this mouth was delivering to my cock, as it abused it magnificently in its sucking and caressing motions. I tried to move ever so slightly but with the forearm across my chest and part of a body over my thigh and hip while the delectable mouth consumed my cock with repetitive and wonderful strokes, I realised that I simply couldn't. Despite the magnificent feelings I was experiencing, which I didn't want to stop, I suddenly realised that my whole body felt atrophied, almost paralysed. It was as if weights were hanging from my limbs, weights that were heavier than I could lift. I imagined it was like being tied down and yet I knew that I wasn't. I struggled to lift my arms but no sooner did they rise when I felt them fall exhaustively. I didn't understand and I wanted to ask but then the mouth left my cock with a wonderful tongue stroking of my swollen knob and then it was sucking on my balls.

Another flash and I was on the horse again. I was afraid and I knew it had been because I didn't trust the horse. I don't know why but I believed the horse could sense my fear and apprehension and it only made me all the more afraid. It bolted and I pulled on the reins but it wouldn't stop. It was my first time on a horse and all I could think was I was going to die. City boy meats country horse and is taught a lesson in animal awareness. It slowed, almost to a halt and as I heard a man's voice yelling at me from behind, the horse bucked violently and it threw me into the air. It was an odd feeling as I sailed through the air. For an instant I imagined I was flying but then afraid, I saw the approaching tree. All that was between the tree and I was my head. This was going to hurt.

'Ah, oh.' I said within my moans as the lips were like a warm cushioned ring around my balls and the tongue moved and caressed the loose skin of my sack. Man it felt so good and it was the only thing I truly cared about at that moment. Of course I was curious about the memories I had just recalled but I didn't so much remember them as I watched them like a show on the television. They were jogging something in my mind but the mouth was taking priority all too easily.

The one exploring hand slid over my body, down my side and along my leg. It was firm and confident in its touch. It occasionally pressed or squeezed my muscle and flesh and then continued to tantalise my skin with touch. I sighed and groaned and knew I wanted more.

Something else was truly strange or at least unusual. Though I could feel the touch, the kisses, the sucking and all forms of the mysterious caressing sex, it was as if my skin was somehow numb and so though I could feel, the feelings were not distinctive to my mind the way normal tactile clarity was understood. It gave the impression that something was hiding the true nature of experience from my senses. It was particularly noticeable when I was being kissed. No matter how incredible the kiss was, the skin of my face felt numb and though it wasn't extreme, I still knew that I wasn't feeling everything normally.

I heard and felt my balls pop from the mouth and then my cock was once again in that mouth.

'Hell yes!' I cried out with urgency.

It was a needful urgency for that impressive mouth that was so capable and so desirable, to take me whole and drain every last drop of my hot and thick juice into the warm cavernous enclosure, which was flesh and gum and tongue that appeased my cock's entreaty to be satisfied. I knew without doubt that both my cock and I were going to be satisfied. The mouth, the tactile caresses and the assertive control were so foreign and yet I felt like an unknown wish and an unknown realisation were being gifted to me. What a gift and what an extraordinary way to receive it, lost amidst mystery and the unknown.

The free hand suddenly moved and that fist gripped my cock again. My cock was so incredibly stiff and the fist crushed it so hard and then to my great pleasure, the mouth pumped fast over the available flesh of my cock. The tongue was bent and like a rubber wall in front of it, as the crest of my cock ploughed against it, the sensitive tip screamed from the raw and heated wetness and made me groan deliriously within my lack of control. Regardless of my inability to move freely, my body twitched and then amidst a mass of spasms, my hips thrust hard, pushing my cock deep into the wondrous mouth. I began to ejaculate and the hot and thick seed added to the sensitivity of my flaring knob and I cried out from the depths of my body and shot from the depths of my balls. All the while within the heavy darkness of the room as my mind exploded in bliss, I saw specks and flashes of orgasmic colour, streaming before my eyes.

As my body jolted and shivered in combination with the multiple shots that fired out of my cock, I heard the deep swallows of my come as I felt the enduring mouth continue to suck and punch my cock, which made my mind spin like a tornado within the darkness.

'Oh fuck, oh Jesus.' I cried out in ecstasy.

My climax slowly began to recede but that didn't stop the awesome mouth from working my cock. Minutes later, I knew from previous experience that by now my cock would have deflated but this mouth was still devouring my cock and the head was still bobbing up and down, pushing hard and sucking even harder, trying to lure even more of my seed from within. The sensitivity was beyond tolerable but still my body continued to jerk with bolts of lightening-like pleasure. I was moaning loudly and loving every microsecond and I wished that the climax could begin again. My cock was suddenly released and as it stood, still hard, just above the surface of my body, the tongue began long and wonderful strokes along its length, lapping up the remaining come and adding to my pleasure.

I was briefly wasted but this was made more so because I still couldn't regain normal consciousness or my normal easy and free movement of my body. I have to admit that this worried me but at the same time, I had just received the blowjob of my life in the most unusual and unfamiliar circumstances I had ever occasioned. I was honestly wishing I could relive it all again and that sexual thought was blanketing my reasoning as my body now and then pulsed. Never had any woman done this to me before.

Again the body moved and again the mouth enclosed around my lips. Automatically my mouth opened but there would have been no contrary decision. I wanted that kiss again and I wanted it desperately. I wanted to touch the body against me and I wanted to wrap my arms around it and squeeze and crush it against me. The tongue tip was licking the inside of my mouth and it was so soft. It heated me and I felt my body flush with desire and lust and an overwhelming sense of being home. Not home as in location but home as in being at peace and being exactly where I should be within myself. I felt my emotional heart flutter as a deep hidden secret screamed loudly within my mind and for the first time, I realised that something was different. A very small part of me filled with fear and apprehension but the primary portion of my psyche begged that it could be true.

With every ounce of effort I could muster, I forced my arm to lift and move enough until my fingers came into contact with the waist of the person that was physically seducing me. The skin was smooth but taut and I knew that I needed to slide my hand along the body to find out for certain. I was infuriated by my lack of strength and the way it seemed my natural ability of standard movement had been kidnapped and restrained. I wondered what the fuck was wrong with my body and why my mind would not clear or awaken properly.

Unexpectedly, the kiss was severed and I felt the arm over my chest push down but it wasn't to incapacitate me. It was the response as the body lifted, moved sideways and then began to lower itself down directly on top of me. I inhaled deeply from the shock of the first thing that touched me and also the point of connection where it touched my body. It was a man's cock; big and thick and hard and it lowered onto and then crushed against my waning erection. I gasped but not in displeasure. It was a gasp of freedom and of release that consumed every cell of my being and then to intensify everything, the full impact of a large, strong and naked body touched and then pressed with weight against me. My cock sprang instantly back to life.

I could feel the masculinity of the chest, the torso, the thighs and of course the big cock imbedding itself into my naked flesh. Only two words left my mouth but they weren't reasoned words or thoughtful words. They were words that were created and spoken in disbelief and delight and relief.

'Oh god.'

In response, the arms of the unknown man came down beside me. They were powerful and they pressed against me and then strong hands firmly took hold of my triceps and squeezing with a controlled dominance, pulled me close as the mouth again pressed to mine. I felt like I could die from the overall effect of such intimate and masculine closeness. I was in heaven as it pervaded my body, my mind and my soul breathlessly.

All the years of thoughts and all the feelings and all the questions, doubts and fantasies, were suddenly no longer unsubstantiated wisps of curiosity and possibility. I was naked, I was in bed and I had a naked male body on top of mine, as I floated in ecstasy from my truth as it rose up, out and unleashed itself upon me.

I felt the unknown and naked male body, my first, begin to move against my body, small but firm movements, as it writhed. Everything was so new but the feelings were beyond description. I had always wondered, I had always imagined and I had always wanted but at no time in my life had I ever had the courage to step out and let those thoughts become physical. I always knew that women didn't really satisfy me sexually or emotionally but even though I looked at men secretly with sexual desire and emotional need, the chasm that I allowed to exist between the reality I accepted and the reality I yearned for, was simply too terrifying for me to even attempt to breach its distance. It was why I would never let myself get too close to a woman or to enter into a relationship with one. It was obvious that I was gay but that simple three letter word due to fear, had become a threatening four letter word that I could not say or associate with myself. It was impossible for me to accept or to take the necessary steps.

Now, here, it was as if I had just awakened from a life-long coma and amidst my uncertainty and a little confusion due to my lack of awareness of how I was actually in this situation, where I was or whom it was that I was with, still considering all of that, I couldn't have been more tranquil and at ease within the depths of my being.

Within those moments of sudden clarity of my true desires being forced to rise to the surface, I was fully aware of how I had relaxed into the embrace and kiss of the unknown man. I knew in an instant that this was perfectly natural and the way things were meant to be for me. I was now completely certain I was meant to be with a man and it was all because of this stranger in the dark.

He must have felt my sudden openness to my realisation of his gender and to the way my tensed body sank into the bed and I began to breathe easily because his body suddenly seemed to wrap around me, his hands gripped me warmly but firmly and as his kiss became soft and tender, his hard cock moved up and down with long, sensual strokes over my gut. I sighed deeply within his mouth and he moaned in response back into mine.

My cock was now once again rock hard and I lifted my hips to add more feeling of maleness against maleness. It was almost beyond my comprehension that something could feel this good but I knew that it wasn't just the physical feeling. It was the untethered freedom of mind, its desires and its truth, as the hot and yet sultry nature of this man and cock caressed over and against me with an incredible unspoken passion. He was making my head feel like it was going to explode as he moved and slid against me, ordering my body, my sexuality and my desperate needs to give him whatever he wanted. He was triumphant. At that moment, I swear I would have been incapable of denying him any need or request. I was his for the taking.

His body was significantly bigger than mine, which was the reason why as it laid pressing and writhing on top of me that it seemed as if it were wrapping around me. It made me feel like I was its prisoner and I knew that I wanted a life sentence within its walls. I felt his hands release from their hold of my upper arms and then slowly, both began to squeeze and slide between the mattress and my back, until his arms were completely around me. Our bodies had been so close and tight together and I had wanted to be even closer. As if he had read my mind, his grip tightened, his large manly arms squeezed me hard and forcing his muscles to press and rub all over me, I felt pliant against every curve of his strong physique.

It seemed as if it was not just heated passion that was emanating from within him. I had the distinct impression of deep emotion and need as well. As far as I was concerned he could have anything he wanted because I wanted it all just as much as he seemed to. Though I was breathing normally though deeply, I felt as if there was not enough oxygen around me to fill my needs but the truth was deceptive and in fact, it wasn't air that I wanted but rather, more of him.

I didn't realise how fateful that desire would be but suddenly his passions began to heat up again. The tender kiss filled with want and it became hungrier and then within seconds, his big arms crushed me and as he pushed against me with a rejuvenated verve, his big cock dug into my gut as his thrusting hips increased in tempo. I sighed and with it came the sound of revelation of the true feelings that came from the intensity of two naked and needy male bodies together. It was so much more than I could have imagined.

He heard the overwhelmed tone of my sigh and he must have understood because what happened next, was something I had wondered about and dreamt of but never could I have truly imagined. Like all the rest that had taken place so far, I was not prepared for what was really in store for me or how I would react to it. His arms slid from around and beneath me and pressing both of his palms against either side of me on the mattress, he arched his back and his head and chest moved upward and away from me. I hated the loss of his kiss because never had someone's lips and tongue made me feel what his did or fill me with such hunger and passion the way his kiss did.

I still couldn't see who the man was or what he was really like and so, again struggling with the normal movements of my body, I lifted my hands and pressed them against his chest. It was strong and defined while lightly dusted with hair, truly impressing upon me another sensual difference of gender and with his arms taking his weight, his muscles were flexed and taut. I rubbed my hands over his chest and again I sighed at the feeling and the way touching him made my mind whirl and my heart begin to beat harder. It was wonderful and I realised that in all the years I had let go by, how many extraordinary feelings I had been denying myself by not seeking out a lustful connection with another man.

Through the years I had been a fairly typical dominant man sexually with women but I had discovered within my secret fantasies of being with a man, I had not wanted to be in that position. I had wanted a man that was bigger and stronger than me. I had wanted a man to take me, to assert his presence and masculinity and I had wanted to be enwrapped by his powerful body and subdued by his sexual requirements. So far this invisible dark stranger was ticking off every box of my secret self and I knew it was one of the reasons why I felt so out of control and sexually overwhelmed by him.

Leaning his weight onto his left hand, the right lifted from the bed. It disappeared into the blackness of his face and I thought I saw it wipe across his mouth but then it moved downward and then he slid his entire body down. His hand wrapped around his erection and once clear of my torso, he pushed it down between my legs and then inched his body up until the crest of his cock pressed squarely between my cheeks. It felt hot but it also felt wet and my butt clenched automatically and running a very close second, my mind registered what he was going to do. I inhaled deeply in apprehensiveness but then I was filled with a sense of certainty. A knowing that there was nothing that I wanted more in that precise moment then for the unseen stranger with the muscular body, to be inside of me, to be one with me and to fill me with his hot, thick maleness. I wanted him desperately and I clenched every muscle and felt my cock jolt and throb against his body.

He gently moved forward, increasing the pressure of the head of his cock against me and I squirmed and groaned with a tentative fear of what was about to happen. He released his hold of his cock and brought his hand up to my face and pressed his palm to my cheek. It was a reassuring touch and his skin was hot and wet but the hand was male and callused. I could smell the distinct scent of male sex growing between us, the pungency of male juices flowing and I could feel his hot and thick pre-emptive nectar lubricating between his cock and my hole. The scent drove me higher, made me harder and as I thought how much I wanted this, he rolled his hips and pushed his cock into me.

'Oh fuck!' I cried out.

There was a millisecond of satisfaction when that big knob exceeded the pressure and broke through but then there was the pain that became a burning sensation as his large cock slid in but seemed as if it were tearing me apart. I gasped in disbelief of the experience and then I realised at least half of his manhood was inside of me. I heard him grunt and then a long wisp as he exhaled. It was his reaction to the relief of being inside of me. Something about that sound of release and relief from his mouth made me feel good that he was enjoying me.

What truly amazed me was that though the discomfort of a cock's intrusion for the first time was incomprehensible; my desires, my fantasies and my self-imprisoned want of a man made it acceptable. Somehow the pain easily fell into the back seat as my need to touch him, to feel his masculine physique and to have this unknown stranger's hard cock inside of me, took absolute priority. Despite the struggle, I embraced it and yearned for him even more.

He had stopped moving completely, his body still arched above me and my hands still pressed against his chest. The pain was receding far quicker than I expected but even though there was still discomfort, I remained unmoving and simply stared up at the outline of the dark silhouette of broad shoulders, large torso and shapely arms. I wanted to see him so badly and as I thought that thought, I realised the pain had gone and sighed with relief.

He heard and felt me relax at the same time and before I had the chance to think another thought or take another breath, he pushed his cock in until his body pressed to mine. I thought he was completely inside of me but then my thoughts turned to the realisation that the second half had hurt even more than the first. The burning and shooting pain as he opened me up was unlike anything and again I cried out. My fingers dug into his chest as I then released an extended groan. He was still again but he ran his thumb over my cheek in gentle strokes to comfort me. I was surprised by the tenderness from one man to another but it helped to alter my focus while the pain dispersed.

'Are you okay?' He asked, surprising me with his first words, his whisper not hiding the first sound of his deep voice or his sincere concern for me.

'Ah ha.' I replied, barely forming the true sounds as the final burning flush engulfed me.

The moment my breathing relaxed, the dark stranger leaned against his forearms on either side of my body, his hands sliding under my shoulders before his fingers curled and locked around and over them. They were holding me firmly and I felt his arms move closer against me, squeezing my body between them. It was a form of warm and caring embrace, drawing me into the closeness that was deepening between us.

His chest was still arched upward, though now a little closer, making it easier for me to continue to touch it. He brought his right hand down and slid it between his hip and my thigh. Moving it under and around my thigh, he moved his hand up toward me, automatically lifting my leg and spreading me wider. He pushed again and once again his cock entered me further. He lowered his torso onto mine and then he brought the other hand down and repeated the action beneath my left thigh. I knew at once that this would be easier if I was simply on my stomach or he did what I had seen in pictures and while kneeling, lifted my legs over his shoulders. Everything was new to me but I have to say that I wanted to be face-to-face and chest-to-chest and so I was glad he was doing it this way.

With his arms beneath my thighs and lifting my arse off the bed, he drove forward and filled me. Once again I felt blanketed but this time we were literally connected. Again he felt hot and wonderful against me but I have to say that the feeling that most held my focus, was the feeling of the large and unseen cock that was resting deeply and hard within me. It was so new and such an amazing feeling but the pressure and the filled up feeling, felt incredible. I could now only imagine what was to follow and what it would actually feel like. He lowered his head, pressed his lips to mine and yet another incredible kiss began to drive me wild.

He lay there on top of me, gentle writhing movements of his chest from side to side as he kissed me deep but softly and luringly into his embrace. As I remained beneath him, glued to him and wanting him and as his hot though soft and loving kiss made the hunger within me rise, I felt the strangest sensation. It was like a local anaesthetic wearing off after going to the dentist. A tangible feeling as the numbness fades and is replaced by the normal. I could feel it moving down my body, slowly but surely. I felt it dissipate down my neck and shoulders and then throughout my arms and suddenly I could move them again. I also noticed a distinct clearing of my mind.

I had undoubtedly been medicated and it was now wearing off. Though I should have been questioning the occurrence, I didn't and instead, I slid my arms around the man's body and began to caress and stroke the strong and muscular back. I moaned loudly and lustfully from the simple touch of a male body and he groaned and tightened his hold of me as his tensile cock literally throbbed within me. He felt my sudden movement and then his tongue began sparring with mine as the heat between us rose even more. I let my hands slide all over him, feeling his beautiful, hot arse cheeks, the manly muscles within his back and the curved design of a large man's body. He sighed from my touch and I was filled by his enjoyment of my touch.

His tongue began to swirl in my mouth and as I responded to his incredible kiss and the soft warmth as his lips pressed hard to mine, he began to slowly withdraw from inside of me. My arms flew around his large torso and squeezed as I tried to avert the sudden pain and then he kissed me harder and then slid his cock back inside. He was doing it slowly and gently and over the next few minutes, as he continued to fill me and release me, I noticed it becoming easier. I had no idea about what he was doing, not really. I had read things and imagined things but I didn't know if this was the way it was done or if it was the right way but he just seemed so certain and so considerate and so gentle and I thought that it was everything I could have asked for.

'How's that feel?' He asked but this time his voice seemed to ring some distant bell of recollection.

'Yeah, good. I mean it's getting better and I want you so bad and need you so much.' I said without thinking and then I worried about how a man would take to hearing such emotionally passionate words like that from another man.

'Buddy, you got me and I want you just as bad.' He replied.

I felt a flush of relief but at the same time as his cock slid back in, I felt a flush of heat from his slow driving cock and then I felt my cock pulse and throb within the crush of our naked bodies. I could barely comprehend let alone describe here, the feelings of elation that I was experiencing. This was utter bliss to me. I wanted him so desperately but I at that point had never wanted someone like that before and so these unrealised feelings were yet to be defined within my reasoning and as such, were made all the more intense and all the more overwhelming.

At that very moment that I was lost amidst foreign feelings, incomprehensible thoughts and desires that were boiling my blood, my magnificent mystery man encased me with his powerful arms and his massive chest but with a tightness that was so strong and yet so warm. I gushed silently in disbelief and then while wrapped in this unfamiliar blanket of masculinity, he brought his lips to mine again. If I could have spoken I would, if I could have gasped I would but though I have stated the astonishing impressiveness of the way this man could kiss, all I can truly add was that this man's kiss left me spellbound.

Another strange realisation occurred to me. I was feeling found and discovered and finally awake to my nature and yet within his sexual and sensual and emotional pervasiveness during this closeness, I felt lost and I knew that I was lost to the man I had once been. I was glad but at the same time it left me apprehensive to the future and what lay ahead.

His lips again became tender, his tongue suddenly gentle and with the warm moistness of our mouths and the invasive scent of his natural maleness and sweat but also from the thought of his pungent semen filling me; without any other stimulation, I began to explode between us. My arms flung around his body and I squeezed him so hard to me and punished my furious cock against him. With repetitive blasts I aided my cock and balls in the climax and as he continued to kiss me, I heard him sigh into my mouth with a tone of unexpected pleasure.

Moments after as I lay beneath him and was almost willing to sign over the deed to my soul, I suddenly wondered very seriously, who this man was that was changing my life forever. In that moment as his sensuous kiss continued, I was once again assaulted by a vision.

I was seated on that horse, a small lake beside me, a small patch of grass and trees as if it were a mirage in a desert. Peering around the tree, I stared at what I perceived as a cowboy, dragging his jeans from his hips. His shirt was already thrown to the ground, his cowboy hat rolling on its rim in circles before falling upside down in the dirt. His jeans stopped and stretched because of his cowboy boots. Now his arms, his torso, his arse and his thighs down to his knees were naked. There stood a thick and substantial column of manhood, causing my body to fill with lust and desire. I was rock hard as I sat upon the horse and my body was equally stiff as I clench every muscle with a desperate yearning and while my hand squeezed my captive erection.

This muscular man, a cowboy from movies and dreams, raised a large male hand and wrapped it around his impressive shaft. He squeezed it so hard that the head of his cock bulged, seemingly to double the size. I wanted to lick it, to run the tip of my tongue over the distinctive flaring edges of a delectable knob and then to swallow it into my mouth. His hand began to pound that large manly cock and even though I had never been with a man other than in some deeply secret fantasy, I wanted to rip my clothes from my body and run to him and to ravage his flesh and beg him to take me to the place I dare not go. I pulled my erection from within my jeans and began to stroke it wildly and wantonly.

His climax was growing and he raised his head and growled as he began to hose the hot sands before him. His eyes, even in their sexually glazed state, fell onto my eyes and locked in shock. I jumped in fear and the horse reared slightly and began to bolt. I dragged at the reins, almost howling in a panic of unknowingness. I didn't know what to do. I watched as the landscape around me passed me by in a blur of unrelated shapes and colours and with time increasing, I was hoping the horse would just stop.

Some time later I heard another horse bolting up behind me and then I heard a man's voice yelling at me to pull on the reins. The vision ended and I now remembered what had happened but following the impact with the tree, my memories dissolved into blank shades of grey and then nothing else. It was as if I had died and been reborn and though on a certain level I had, I wondered what had occurred following my violent encounter with the tree.

Though I was still engaged by his kiss, his embrace and his large cock inside of me, the curiosity of who he was and where I was had grown and was interfering with the sensations and pleasure but then suddenly, dragging me full force back into the moment, my stranger in the dark began to fuck me.

His broad cock moved back and then slid forward but now it felt incredible. I moaned into his mouth and squeezed his body and as he felt my reaction, he responded by increasing his pace of stroke but they were long and full strokes that drove my sensitivity and sighs while simultaneously driving his own.

'Oh my god yes; please fuck me.' I yelled as his big, hard cock was driven deep.

The stranger in the dark moaned as his thickness skewered my muscles apart. I could feel my internal flesh twinging and clenching as the powerful meat overcame the struggle of the walls. The sensitivity inside me was wonderful and all the feelings his big manly cock created, seemed to shoot out throughout my body and I quivered and gasped beneath him and from his effect.

I was amazed at the true revelation of being fucked. It had never truly occurred to me what it really entailed. It wasn't just a cock sliding in and out. It was every inch or every centimetre or even better, it was every millimetre of pleasure. I could feel it as if I was experiencing it in step-by-step freeze frame. With each nerve ending inside of me that his magical cock passed over, I was given that little bit more and I now fully understood that it was all of those movements and pressures and millimetres together, combining throughout an entire single stroke, which made a man inside of you, drive you into a place of exhilaration and that was just in one direction.

I wanted to run my hands all over him and to caress his body, which I did but I also wanted to squeeze him tight against me and to hold him and never let him go. I suddenly wanted to suck his big cock and have him fill my mouth with his hot, thick load and then I thought about licking his balls and then kissing every cell of his masterful, naked body.

It was so obvious; the truth and the reality I had denied myself and now, with a man I was experiencing that truth. It was frustrating to want all of these things so desperately at the same time but it also incited greater passion and desire from the knowledge of having so much to look forward to.

In my ignorance and innocence I suddenly realised that I had only been thinking about all of these new sensations and experiences. I had only been aware of myself but now; suddenly I noticed the intricate actions and reactions of my stranger in the dark. His breathing was becoming rapid, deeper and in some cases stilted. His large and heavy body was still writhing but was beginning to perspire more profusely and instead of skin stretching and moving against skin, our naked bodies were beginning to slide against each other. The heat was intensifying and subtle jolts from deeply felt rising sensations occasionally interrupted the growing flow of sex. He was getting close and so was I, as his unyielding hardness continued to dominate me from within.

He and his cock seemed unstoppable, his hunger irrepressible as they dived and purged and he groaned as his cock throbbed. I raised my hand and hooked it around his neck and then I pulled his lips once again to mine. Despite all that he was doing and all the effort he was expending and also my almost unfathomable and uncontrollable physical responses to his cock induced pleasure, still I greedily wanted his wonderful kiss again.

His tongue speared my mouth as his cock speared my arse and in perfect symmetry without loss of rhythm, his kiss joined in the montage of my sexual feast. To my delight, with the added influence of his kiss and my added moaning reactions to it, his passion increased, his power increased and his rhythm increased as well. His cock began to plunge so deep and so hard as his hips rolled and thrust while his chest rubbed and slid. His hold of me released and he began to touch me everywhere, caressing, scraping, scratching and pinching and lifting my sexual being to heights I had never imagined. I was gasping and crying out and then groaning as his endurance to fuck me seemingly unceasingly became even more empowered and unbelievable, while he lifted my presumed limit of satisfaction to yet another level.

I was now lost again but this time it was within my colliding senses. While this incredible cock punched me deep yet painlessly and made my own cock feel as if it would rocket away from my body; I listened to his groans of desire and pleasure intermixed and those deep tones resonated emotionally within me. My skin was also buzzing and tingling from the excessive movements of his muscular body and weight over mine. My nipples screamed from their jousting conflict with his and still his hands and fingers continued to tantalise my skin. I felt like I was walking a tightrope that was no more than a strand of cotton and that at any moment it would snap and I would freefall into either heaven or hell.

I crossed the line. It was that invisible line that lies between rising and falling. This unknown man who seemed to know and understand my body like no one else, had lifted me gently from sleep, heated my heart, my mind, my soul and above all, he had heated my body. He had crossed me from repetitive acts of enforced stimulation with women, into acts of lust and desire and instinct that now needed nothing but the knowledge of his presence to send me soaring to heights of stimulation foreign to me. Amidst it all he had made me come without the influence of masturbation, fellatio or penetration and it had not been premature ejaculation. The effect this man had on me was so completely overwhelming that the new feelings he had initiated in me and the emotional boiling point he had brought me to, simply by being with me, had been a form of such overt stimulation of my senses that they had enforced a natural climax. I hadn't even known it was possible unless asleep. Following all of this eye opening experience, here I was feeling like a volcano about to erupt and I knew the cotton was indeed about to snap but hell was the last place I would fall.

He knew! His caressing stopped, his arms slid between the mattress and my body while his embrace crushed me. He again brought his lips to mine and as his kiss lifted me just that little bit further, he eased the punishing cock strokes and returned to the long, full and deep thrusts. It held me off while I felt his emotions engage and his mind release, turning his consideration to himself. He worked his cock and he worked his body and held me pivoting based on his approach. I knew he wanted us to fall in tandem; connected, bound and entwined in male lust and sexual desire.

I clenched my muscles to pause my advance but in doing so, I strangled his cock with the walls of my virgin arse, sending extraordinary waves of sensitivity through the crown of his hard cock and deep into the cavern of my secret dreams. We both gasped and groaned in unison and he leapt into overdrive and pounded me deeply and heavily and we both exploded in waves of overwhelming exhilaration.

Our bodies were in spasm, his kiss was maintained despite our moans of euphoria into each other's mouths and we writhed and squeezed and tore at each other with a satiated hunger I will never forget.

Finally he lay completely on top of me, his cock still hard within me, my cock still hard between us and his lips now gently kissing my neck as I felt deep, hot breaths of exhaustion rushing around my throat and up over my face. It was magnificent.

After some minutes of recuperative silence and a return from the delirium of a mind-blowing climax, I suddenly thought that this man would be beautiful. I couldn't imagine him being anything else. It wasn't about looks in essence, I really wasn't driven by that sort of thing but his tone, his nature, his consideration and his thoughtfulness throughout, made me believe he was a beautiful person and that his appearance may well fit that bill. With that one thought, I once again wondered who this mysterious stranger in the dark was. I admit that there was an innate hope that he would be the cowboy from my memory.

'Who are you?' I said as my curiosity got the better of me.

'Brady!' He said directly though quietly and I felt the movements of his chest as he took an enormous lung filling breath.

'Where am I?' I asked.

'You're on the ranch where I live and work! You're in my cabin down behind the main house. Don't you remember anything?' He questioned neutrally.

'Certain things but not everything.' I replied.

'What do you remember?' Brady now asked.

'Not knowing how to ride a horse.' I said with embarrassment.

'Well that much we both remember.' He said with a snicker.

'Brady?' I said enquiringly.

'Yeah?'

'Any chance for a little light so I can see you?'

Brady snickered again. 'Sure!' He said.

He shifted almost instantly, his chest sliding to the right and away from me. His left hand gripped my arm to maintain the position of the rest of his body against me as he stretched out his right arm to a small bedside chest of drawers. Suddenly there was a flash as a match was struck, the clinking of glass and metal and then with the distinct smell of kerosene, a soft illumination filled the room. His hand pulled against my arm as he drew his body directly back on top of me and then he propped himself on his forearms, arching himself above me again.

I was confronted by the most engaging smile. White teeth, red lips and a tanned and weathered face but it was indeed beautiful to me. It was my cowboy from behind the tree with golden brown eyes. I suddenly remembered again but now I was embarrassed because of my prior voyeuristic actions.

'Is that better?' He asked referring to the light.

'It's you!' I said completely ignorant of his question.

'What? He asked a little confused.

'You're stunning.' I said without thinking.

Brady's eyes opened wide with shock and he grinned and then turned his head away from me. I had embarrassed him and this shocked me because he was so manly, so rugged and I simply wouldn't have expected a man like him to be self-conscious. It was a stereotype thought but still it was what I thought.

'I'm sorry.' I said as I began to think that men didn't talk to each other like that no matter how intimate they had been.

'No, it's okay. I just wasn't expecting it.' He said trying to cover his self-consciousness.

'I wasn't expecting you.' I replied.

'So what else do you remember?' He asked, changing the subject with an obvious abruptness.

'Apart from being thrown from a horse that I shouldn't have been on when I didn't know how to ride, I also remember my inappropriate actions toward you before hand. It's what I meant by it's you. I'm sorry for that by the way but after that it's blank.' I said trying to explain.

I looked at Brady and his eyes were concerned but even so, they were so kind and held unfathomable depth. I looked at those lips that had been driving me wild with kisses that consumed me. They were red and moist and I wanted them again. His face was square in design and he had thick and unkempt, dark brown hair that tried to hide the roundness of his head. Fuck he was so handsome. My eyes darted down and I looked upon that chest. His upper torso was so broad and though his pectorals had the standard balled curvature, they were square with a light matting of hair. His nipples were small but thick and mirrored his lips in colour. I lifted my hands and ran them over his chest desirously and I heard a small whispered laugh.

'What? Have I done something wrong?' I asked obliviously.

'Well, you're supposed to be talking to me, not eating me with those blue eyes.' He replied, following with a soft smile.

'Well I don't mean to embarrass you again but Brady, man, you are fucking edible.'

Brady laughed loudly with shock, amusement and pride as well. 'Well thanks for the compliment.'

'Compliment? Okay but stating a fact? Absolutely!' I said.

'Enough. You'll give me a big head.'

'I'd love to.' I said far from ambiguously.

'Stop it Daniel.' Brady said uncomfortably.

'Anyway, I was just as shocked at being caught but considering what we've done so far, I'm glad you were as you put it, inappropriate. However, when the horse threw you, you hit that tree really hard. You've been out to it for two days. You'd regain consciousness for a few seconds here and there and I'd talk to you but then you'd fall unconscious again. I had to pick you up, carry you to the horse and bring you home with me. I had a doctor come by and check you out. You came around at a certain point while he was here and you were feverish and a little delirious. I tried to speak to you but you seemed as if you didn't even know I was there.'

I suddenly thought that must have been why his voice had rung bells of recollection when he first spoke to me after he penetrated me.

'He gave you something to knock you out. It certainly seemed to work. You've been out for nearly twenty hours.' Brady explained.

'I'm sorry.' I said.

'For what?' Brady asked.

'Any problems I caused.' I replied.

'You haven't caused any problems at all. How could you? You've been unconscious almost the whole time.'

'Shit, the horse, it isn't mine.' I blurted out worriedly.

'Like that was hard to tell. It was so obvious horses are not your desired form of transport. Your feet weren't in the stirrups and you were pulling the reins up instead of back.' Brady said grinning with great amusement.

I was really embarrassed but the way he said it and the amused tone in his voice, only made me laugh.

'Hey, I drive a car and the closest thing I have ever come to wildlife was at the zoo. I've seen people riding horses on television and thought it would be simple enough but obviously the details escaped me.' I replied, admitting my city status and stupidity in a dismissive tone.

'Obviously! Anyway, don't worry about the horse, it's fine and I've returned it to the ranch you were staying at and I also picked up your gear. They were quite surprised that you deceived them and told them you could ride a horse. Anyway I've decided you should stay with me until you're fully recovered. Regarding that I need to ask you how you are feeling?' He asked kindly.

'I'm fine.' I said dismissively.

'Daniel, you had a very bad accident. I need to know that you are okay and that I don't have to take you to a hospital?'

'So if I'm okay then you will keep me here with you until I recover?'

'Yes.'

'Here? In your bed with you?' I asked hopefully with a smirk.

Brady shook his head and he laughed. 'Daniel, I'm being serious.'

'So am I.' I replied.

He shook his head again. 'Well then yes.' He replied with a satisfied grin. 'You'll stay until I say it's okay for you to leave.' He added, now all too well aware that it was exactly what I wanted.

'Is there any chance I will have to undergo the same treatment every day and every night?' I asked trying to keep a straight face and Brady laughed again.

'I think it would be good for you.' Brady said grinning.

'I think it would be necessary and maybe you could give me some additional treatments, Doctor Brady.'

'Perhaps hourly?' He suggested.

'Yes but that last one didn't seem to have satisfied my condition; perhaps another treatment immediately?' I said.

'I think that as I am your doctor, I will be the one who prescribes the dosage.'

'I will capitulate to your greater wisdom.' I said submissively but happily and it made Brady smile.

'Daniel?'

'Yeah?'

'Never mind.' He said as his eyes dropped away from looking at me.

'No, tell me what you were going to say?' I said and he looked at me and sighed with resignation.

'It's just that I noticed something here tonight and well, is this your first time with a man?' He asked apprehensively.

'Yeah.' I said and turned my head with embarrassment.

I wasn't embarrassed because I hadn't been with a man before. I was embarrassed because I was inexperienced sexually with a man. It may have all been new and wonderful but I kept thinking that I didn't know what to do and that made me feel incredibly inadequate. Anyone who has felt inadequacy would know how overpowering it can be and how it can make you question your instincts, your actions and even your decisions. I was so worried that I had or would disappoint Brady.

'Hey, don't feel like that.' He said and then gently hooked his finger around my jaw and pulled my face back to look at him.

'We all have to start somewhere. Some of us are younger, some older, some gay, some straight and some bi. What does it matter as long as we all get to do what we need and want to do and enjoy it?' Brady said and that soft but generous smile warmed me.

'I was waiting for the best.' I said in jest but also trying to stroke his ego and despite my lack of knowledge to the contrary, I felt as if I might just have gotten exactly that in Brady.

'Brown nosing comments like that will go a long way with me.' He said laughing.

'I hope so because I want to go all the way with you Brady, whatever that means or entails.' I said with complete sincerity.

'Wait a minute, how did you know my name was Daniel?' I asked, suddenly realising that he had been saying it for several minutes.

'I'm a spy.' He joked.

'I thought you were a cowboy?'

'Actually, I'm a wrangler but cowboy will do. I guess you could say in your case I am a wrangler-cowboy-spy who rescues helpless voyeurs that watch me jerking off before trying to commit suicide. A word of advice though, you drive a car into a tree and not a horse.' He said and we both laughed.

'I think it was the horse that drove me into the tree but seriously though Brady, how did you know my name?'

'The guys at the ranch told me your name was Daniel Kingsgrove. They also said you were on vacation from the big smoke and that you were there for a month and said you wanted a taste of country life.'

'So tell me Brady, not that I'm complaining but if I had been straight and awoken to your actions, I could have been screaming rape right now.' I said.

'Straight men don't jerk their erect cocks while sitting on a horse watching another naked man jerking off and if they do then they're not really straight. Of course I crossed a line here tonight but the thought of you watching me, being turned on by me and the fact that you were naked in my bed, well I'm sorry but I just couldn't resist the temptation.'

'Just a curiosity Brady but how did I come to be naked, again, not that I'm complaining?'

'It was a medical necessity.' Brady replied with a guilty grin.

'Brady, don't apologise for anything you did. You wouldn't realise this but you changed my life tonight. You gave me what I always wanted, what I always fantasised about but couldn't bring myself to do and on top of that..' I said but trailed off with second thoughts.

'On top of that what?' Brady asked curiously.

'I don't know if I should say what I'm thinking.' I explained.

'Just say it, Daniel.'

'I'm just wishing you could change my life all the time.' I answered.

Brady looked at me with an amazed expression. It seemed as if I surprised him often with the things I said to him. I thought that maybe I had gone too far and spoken too bluntly but I was being honest and it really was how I felt and what I wished.

'We'll have to see about that.' He replied and then he leaned in and gave me one of those kisses that blew the top off my head.

My cock was hard again instantly and I pushed it against his body. Brady suddenly pulled away from the kiss and looked into my eyes and I literally sighed with disappointment.

'What? Are you alright?' He questioned.

'Yeah, it's just..' I trailed off again.

Once again I wasn't sure of what was acceptable and what wasn't when it came to two men. I was use to being emotional after sex and that in most cases was acceptable to a woman but Brady was this manly cowboy and I had this stereotyped idea from my father about men. I believed that big, strong and manly men would have an aversion to soft words and soft actions, particularly coming from another man.

'It's just what?' he asked looking at me with extreme curiosity.

'You are an incredible kisser. I swear Brady, when you kiss me it makes me melt. You could easily turn me into your willing slave just by kissing me the way you do and when you break the kiss, I feel like I've had an emotional amputation.'

'God damn.' Brady replied. 'I swear Daniel, some of the things you say to me make me want to bring back slavery.'

'You don't have to bring back slavery; just say the word.'

'Oh man.' He whispered.

'I'm sorry. I don't know what is appropriate when talking to a man in these circumstances. It's just that you were so soft and tender and emotional during your seduction of me and I liked that but if I'm being too sensitive then..'

'Daniel, shut the fuck up.' He said interrupting me and then leaned in and kissed me and I whimpered like a puppy being given the love and attention it yearned for.

Brady was still on top of me and he slid one arm beneath me and pulled me and crushed me against him while he caressed the side of my body with the other hand and all the while his astonishing kiss filled me up with every intimate and sexual feeling available.

I wrapped my arms around him and then lifted my legs and wrapped them around him as well. With all four limbs I squeezed him tightly against me and as I seemingly tried to merge our bodies into one unit, I groaned in utter fulfilment but then Brady suddenly pulled away again and I sighed again from the absence of his lips.

'What's wrong?' I said as he stared at me.

'I just had to see and hear that again. You were serious.' He said.

'Yeah I was serious. Don't tell me no one has ever told you what a great kisser you are?'

'Out here?' He said motioning with his eyes in a sweeping fashion.

'Not likely. It's hard enough to find a guy that crosses the line let alone one like you.'

'Well I'll tick that box in my favour of extending my stay with you.' I said with a mischievous grin.

'Daniel, you have already filled a column of ticked boxes.' He replied.

'Brady?'

'Yeah?'

'If I stayed here with you for a while, how often would I be allowed to give you my naked body and let you do whatever you wanted with it?'

'Holy shit, fuck me?' He said stunned.

'No, I was thinking of you fucking me.'

'Jesus Daniel?'

'There would be a price.' I added.

'What may I ask would that be?'

'Your lips and tongue.'

'Sold to the very hot and sexy city boy with the deep blue eyes.'

'I want you to teach me how to satisfy you the way you satisfy me, not that I think I would have a hope in hell of that.'

'Oh I know a few tricks that would aid you in blowing my mind – amongst other things.' He said.

'I really want to suck your cock but I want to taste every inch of you as well.'

'I'm absolutely certain that I can arrange that for you Daniel and I am looking forward to it.'

'Brady, I really am serious about not knowing what is appropriate and what isn't. I honestly have never done anything before tonight. All of these things have just been guilty, secret thoughts but because of you, I don't want anything else and I don't want anyone else.'

'Are you telling me I don't have to shackle you in the basement so that you can't escape?'

'Do you even have a basement?'

'Actually it is more what would be described as a dungeon I chain my sex slaves in.' He replied grinning, although I knew he was just joking with me.

'If you did, would it mean you would never let me leave?'

'God damn.' Brady said and then he leaned in and in seconds of the touch of his lips I was spellbound again.

There were two things running through my mind during that kiss. The first of course was how much I loved his kiss and how it sensually drove me wild but the other thing was unexpected. I suddenly felt that I liked this man in a way that was unfamiliar to me. Despite my inadequate feelings, I felt this odd sense of ease and familiarity of being with him and talking to him. I suddenly felt overwhelmed and it wasn't because of the sex or the kiss. It was just about being with him and a rare and unusual comfort that was growing. My chest was suddenly full and I didn't understand it or know what was happening.

Quite some time later he pulled away from me and looked deeply into my eyes. There was something about those golden brown eyes of his. They were brown with golden flecks but Brady's eyes presented a feeling of kindness, of honesty and of trust. He made me feel so at peace even when I felt uncomfortable because I was out of my territory, out of my comfort zone and even when I felt like some naïve young innocent who had no idea. I had never in my life met a person who affected me internally so intensely and so dramatically. I knew it was why I felt the way I did but I couldn't help but wonder if all these feelings were not simply based on my first time with another man. All I could understand was that I wanted to be with him and I wanted to stay with him but it just felt like it was all happening too fast and too soon. If my mind hadn't been sitting squarely on the fence trying to be practical and reasonable, I would have told myself I was falling in love with him but I couldn't do that because it was irrational and apart from the fact that I had never been in love before, I also didn't no Brady in any form other than sexually. It was just inconceivable.

'I could become accustomed to this.' Brady said.

'I think I already am accustomed to you.' I replied and he smiled satisfied.

'Tell me Daniel, are you hungry or thirsty? It has been a couple of days since you last ate or drank something?'

I hadn't even thought about any of that but as he brought my attention to it, I realised that I was hungry and I thought I could kill for a cup of coffee. I also suddenly noticed that I needed to go to the toilet.

'I could definitely go a coffee but I also need to siphon the python.'

Brady laughed and lifted his big body off mine and rose out of the bed. He turned and looked at me and held out his hand to help me up.

'I think I know how to get out of a bed and use the toilet.' I said and he smirked at me, raised his hands defensively and stepped back.

I dragged myself over the bed, swung into a seated position and stood up quickly like I would do on any other occasion. Instantly I felt as if all the blood in my body went rushing to my head, I thought I was swirling around as the room began to spin and then I felt my eyes rolling back and things going dark. I felt Brady's arms surrounding me and I felt his hand holding the back of my head and pressing my cheek gently against his chest. Moments later I adjusted to standing up after two days of unconsciousness and as my head cleared, I pulled away and lifted my eyes and looked at him feeling very foolish.

'Don't say a word!' I said.

Brady pulled the figurative zip across his lips but it lasted all of one second as an enormous grin turned to a huge smile and then laughter. He raised his arm and pointed to a doorway and told me the toilet was through there. I walked passed him and opened the door and found myself standing outside and looking at an outhouse.

'Oh man?' I said and Brady walked out behind me.

'What's wrong?' He asked.

'I was expecting a bathroom or at least a toilet. Honestly Brady, we are a decade into the new millennium, what is it with the kerosene lamps and outhouses, haven't you heard of electricity and standard facilities or have I been thrown back in time and this is the eighteen hundreds?' I said and heard Brady snicker.

'I could probably build one for you but you'd have to give me a couple of days. As for electricity, what's that?' He said finalising with a broad grin.

I turned and glared at him but I have to admit I was holding back my laughter. I had wanted a taste of country life and I was getting it in no uncertain terms. He handed me the kerosene lamp and I shook my head and stepped into the night.

When I returned I put the lamp back next to the bed and walked through another doorway. I discovered Brady naked in the kitchen making coffee with his back to me. He stood about one hundred and eighty-three centimetres or six feet tall. His body was absolutely fucking beautiful. Brady's back looked like it had been crafted and sculptured by Michelangelo and god help me, so did his arse. He had another lamp burning off to his side and the moving flame fluttered over his smooth brown skin with an orange glow. He then turned side on to me and there was that perfect and very fat cock that had just rocked my world and it was hanging there over a huge pouch. His chest was so large that it would have put some of the women I had fucked to shame. Suffice to say however, the V shaped back, the horizontal and very broad shoulders, the defined muscular arms and of course the feast between his legs, which he had promised me; well let's just say my mood had changed to one that was now very hard.

Brady wasn't by any means some sort of body builder. I wasn't very big and so to me he was huge but irrespective, he was also so handsome as I have more than conveyed and so all of a sudden, I had no desire for coffee. He still hadn't seen me and as he turned his back to me again, I crossed the small kitchen, my cock already throbbing, my breathing tight and short and my body temperature rising at a rate of knots. I placed my hands on his tight little butt cheeks and I squeezed them and then ran my hands up over his back, down the sides of his torso and finally around his waist and up, until my hands rested on his chest. I stepped closer and pressed my naked body to his, squeezing against him and then I felt his hand grip mine, drawing it down the front of his body and then he wrapped my fingers and hand around his huge and now very hard cock.

'Oh god.' I whispered.

'It's yours if you want it.' Brady said.

'Anyway you want to give it to me Brady, I'll take it.'

'Man, the things you say Daniel.'

'You're a wrangler, right? Wrangle me! I have a wild spirit, maybe you should tame me, wrangler; make me your personal ride.'

I then squeezed his big cock harder than I had ever squeezed anything in my life and I pulled it, not to stroke it but as if I was trying to pull it away from his body. Brady groaned and grabbed my arm to stop me.

'I want you wrangler, take control of me and show me how good you are.

Brady swung around and grabbed my arms just below my shoulders and he walked forward, walking me backward until my back hit a wall. His tongue speared into my mouth but this wasn't like the other kisses, this was assertive, almost aggressive but most definitely hot and hungry. My arms flew around his body and my fingers scraped down his back as I tried to pull him closer. He pulled away from me while still pushing me against the wall.

'I'm gonna fuck you into another world.' He said hoarsely and than his hands tightened on my arms, pushing them against my body and he turned me and began walking me backwards again.

'Into your world, I hope.' I said and he gazed at me stunned.

His lamplight eyes were now burning golden and they spoke silently of nothing but sex between two men. I had aroused something within him that had not been present earlier. The softness was a memory and the wildness was alive and despite that I loved tender and emotional sex, I knew that Brady was about to show me a side I had often wondered about.

He was walking, breathing heavily; his breath hot as it shaved my face with dampness. His cock was sparring with mine every step and though I wanted him to kiss me again, I wondered whether that would even happen amidst what was about to. He directed me into the room and forced me onto the bed in a seated position. He bent down, parted my legs roughly and then stepped between them. His cock was so thick as he stood almost against me with it standing upright, hard as a fence post and right in front of my eyes.

'Suck it.' He said and this was a command.

I lifted my hand and slid my fingers around it. My gut was churning somewhere between nervousness and desperateness. For a split second I wondered if I would disappoint him but then as I looked at his cock; so swollen, so engorged and so fat and beautiful and hard, all thought vanished along with the rest of existence, leaving me and Brady and his cock alone. I pulled it forward and softly ran the tip of my tongue over it and as I heard a gentle sigh, I tasted a taste and smelled an aroma and I knew no matter what happened, I was right where I should be. I raised my head and looked directly into Brady's eyes.

'I want your cock Brady!'

'Eat me!' He replied and I opened my mouth and took my very first cock, Brady's cock, into my mouth.

It may be obvious that I was naïve where sex between men was concerned but I still knew the basics of what happened in sex so I relied on that and assumed if there was something I needed to know, Brady would tell me. I had after all been quite honest about my inexperience.

I took Brady's cock all the way in until it touched the back of my throat and was about to start pumping it in and out of my mouth but I suddenly was aware of so many things. I slowly moved backwards and felt the skin of his cock on my tongue. It was so full and soft despite that his cock was hard. Of course I knew these things but it was different in my mouth. I flattened my tongue against it and really felt it. I pulled back further and ran my tongue over his fat knob and the taut skin around it felt like silk in my mouth. My own cock throbbed as I began to experience a man in my mouth and I suddenly felt overtly sexual and wanton of this cock. It was then that I felt and then tasted the pre-come of another man but almost immediately I could smell it and I began to notice all of these feelings and all of my senses bursting within me. I wrapped my fist around his cock and squeezed as I twisted it gently and turned it within my mouth. I allowed my tongue to move and swirl and lick and taste and I inhaled deeply into my nose. I was now really beginning to smell his body as well. Pungent smells of sex and natural subtle smells of his body and instinctively I was suddenly pounding his cock in and out of my mouth as my one free hand was cradling my own erection and lightly stroking it.

'Haw.' I heard from him amidst a sigh as I sucked hard on the head of his cock and licked at his oozing juices.

Without thought I looked up at him only to find his eyes already looking down at me.

'Fuck my mouth Brady.' I said hungrily and then consumed his cock again and while wrapping both arms around his arse and pulling him closer, I pressed my head to his body.

Brady's hands came to my head and he held it and then his hips began to thrust and his cock began to move in and out over my tongue and his pace became frantic very quickly. I tightened my mouth and tongue on his hard shaft and soon he was groaning as he fucked the ring of my lips, rubbed the wall of my tongue and punched just short of the back of my throat. I was falling in love with his cock and if it weren't for the fact that it was filling my mouth I would have been saying that I wanted his cock in my mouth forever.

After some time he pulled his cock from my mouth and with a satisfied smile he told me that he didn't need to show me anything and that my mouth on his cock felt just the way he liked it and that even though his cock was the first cock I had ever sucked, he would never have guessed.

'Then let me finish the job.' I said impatiently and grabbed his shaft and took it back into my mouth.

Brady laughed and then he groaned almost immediately as I sucked and rubbed and licked his cock. I punched my mouth down his shaft and as I pulled back up I sucked on his knob and then rubbed my tongue over the crest of it to see if his was as sensitive as mine was.

'Shit, aw.' He said gasping.

Answer received, I returned to taking his meat into my mouth and I loved the feeling of my lips on his cock, I loved it as they slid down his cock and I loved all of the feelings and the tastes as they spread through me. I squeezed his shaft and sucked hard on his knob and when I tasted his juices and smelled them it sent my desire for Brady so high. I slid my arms around him and gripped his arse cheeks and as I squeezed them and tightened my arms on his hips, I pressed against him and pushed it deeper and I rubbed my tongue all over his beautiful cock.

'Holy shit.' He yelled.

I felt a surge of pre-come wash over my tongue and I pulled back and pushed my cream covered tongue over his silky knob and tortured his sensitivity with his own thick seed.

'Aw fuck?' Brady moaned with surprise and then his body jerked and he began to shoot.

I suddenly found myself in heaven, a heaven that contained only two other residents, Brady and his cock. I sucked and I punched and I swallowed and all the while I savoured every scent and taste and feeling of my first cock but even amidst these fantastic feelings, I was thinking that I didn't want any other cock but Brady's.

Brady shot like buckshot and it sprayed throughout my mouth and the feeling combined with the knowledge of having my first load of man nectar in my mouth, along with the hard cock that served it to me, made my heart pound and I felt elated. I let go of his arse and embrace it and him and I stopped sucking and let him shoot and pulse and thrust into me as my face pushed into his gut and he held my head and moaned and groaned in pleasure.

'Stay for a while? I don't think so. If that is what I have to look forward to Daniel then you aren't going anywhere.' He said in all seriousness after his climax had ended and while he was still holding my head with his cock in my mouth.

My eyes were closed and I really felt like I was in heaven. Even with everything that had already happened, this additional experience of devouring Brady's cock after having him seduce me, make love to me and fuck me with abandon, only made me all the more certain of myself, of who I was and of where I wanted to be.

Brady suddenly gripped my shoulders and pulled me up, forcing me to release his cock as he brought me into his arms and stared at me with those eyes. I looked back at him and my heart was breaking but not painfully. It was breaking because I wanted to give my heart to him and somehow I felt like it wanted me to. I was absolutely lost within this unfamiliar certainty. Brady had turned my world on its head.

Maybe no one would understand this because I certainly didn't. It wasn't just the sex. I could feel this connection between us and it just didn't make sense to me. He felt like family or like someone that was a compulsory requirement within my life. I also didn't believe in love at first sight or from a first encounter. It was unsettling and seemed fucked-up.

He pulled me closer and he pressed his lips to mine and I groaned as his tongue slid into my mouth. I was so afraid of feeling the strength of what I was feeling for this man, a man that I barely knew. I could not fathom that this could be possible and I was terrified that if I said the words I would lose him. These feelings were alien to me and so new at the same time and they were beginning to consume me. I decided that the only thing I could do was to focus on sex because men loved sex and most men would not be threatened by those desires and so that was the way I could stay with him.

Brady's kiss intensified as my body became even more flustered and flushed with desire and so I lifted my right leg and as I curled it around his hip, I reached around and gripped his raging boner and pushed it against my butt hole. He pulled away from the kiss suddenly as he realised and looked at me a little stunned from my unexpected actions but I just lowered myself onto his cock and his knob brusquely parted me and entered me, leaving me to moan in desire. I looked back up into his eyes.

'Fuck me again, please Brady, I need you inside of me and joined to me.'

I hadn't said this with a lustful tone. I didn't want it to come out the way it did but the tone of my voice was obviously emotionally passionate. Brady's lips parted with surprise but his eyes transformed almost instantly to a look of desire. His arms pulled me and tightened and then he raised his hip and his full and throbbing hardness drove up and into me. I gasped but even if there was pain I didn't recognise it as anything other than ecstasy. His eyes focused on mine as he looked closely at me and then his spellbinding kiss took me as he began to fuck me in his arms.

I felt my body rising and falling and rubbing against him as his thick cock drove in and reversed out. I felt his large fingers digging into my skin as he held me so tightly. I listened as his deep moans reverberated and echoed into my mouth. I felt his tongue fluttering as it licked softly but deeply. I became more aware of his huge chest as it writhed over mine and I was more than aware of his body sliding within my arms as I stroked his powerful lateral muscles or ran my fingers down over the flesh that stretched tautly over his spine. I never wanted to let him go.

Brady's groans began to deepen and his deep upward thrusts increased in pace and power as he really began to fuck me hard. He broke his kiss but for the first time I was okay with it and let my face lower onto his shoulder and as he adjusted his feet for stability and balance, Brady began to cry out as he assaulted my crushing flesh cavern with the longest, deepest, punching thrusts.

'Aw Jesus Daniel.'

These were his first words since I blew him and they were so filled with a tone of want and desire and need for me and they sent a shiver down my spine, as they made me feel like I was so important to him. I needed to be needed by Brady and so they filled me on an emotional level as well.

'Oh god fuck me Brady.' I said almost begging for something more.

Brady squeezed me even harder as his cock began to pound me.

'Take me Daniel.'

'Always.' I called.

'Take all of me.'

'Always.' I repeated.

'I'm yours.' He whispered and then gasped and with me still in his arms and his cock still buried deep inside of me, he pushed and we fell and suddenly I was beneath him on the bed.

I groaned so deeply as his weight impacted against me but even more so because his cock was punched so hard and deep, as our fall was terminated by the surface of the bed.

'Oh God,' I yelled in pleasure; 'you're going to make me come.'

'Cover me Daniel, cover me in your hot seed.' He yelled and then he thrust deep inside of me and he pushed his lips against mine and instantly I was shooting wads of my hot come between our sweat covered bodies and moments later, I felt another of his copious loads exploding into the bowels of my body.

As we shuddered against each other and we continued to thrust from our pulsating reactions, I pulled his body tight to mine and gouged my cock into his stomach and I felt his strong hands squeezing me, as he plunged his cock deep once more as if to empty every last drop in that final body stretching thrust.

'Arh..' He yelled until his gasp faded into the silence that was only disturbed by our exhausted breathing.

In my reverie of bliss while also sexually sated, I could feel my heart turning to liquid as Brady held me in his big arms and his large body was devouring mine. I was feeling emotionally satisfied and like the prodigal son returned. Strange considering that I had never been here before. Despite having been unconscious for twenty hours; I fell into a deep and peaceful sleep and the next thing I knew I was opening my eyes and a burning sun was streaming in through the window beside the bed and I was staring at a cloudless blue sky.

It only took a moment before I realised where I was and remembered what had happened the night before. I turned over but the bed was empty. I glanced around the room, taking in the sight of the semi-circular shapes of logs that made up the wall of a log cabin. Everything was quiet and I wondered what time it was and where Brady was and I wished he were here and naked for me to touch and smell and kiss.

I couldn't get any of it out of my mind. It had been the most incredible experience of my life, the best sex I had ever had and never had I been so flooded with absorbing emotions as the ones that Brady had created within me. I wondered what was going to happen. I couldn't get this need to dissipate and despite that it made no sense to me, I couldn't negate the thought in my head that said that I was in love with this handsome cowboy. I didn't know how I was going to deal with that prospect when I believed that he wouldn't be able to accept it or deal with it at all.

I felt perfectly normal but I rose from Brady's bed, much slower this time and once I was sturdy on my feet, I knew that I was okay. I took a step and looked out the window and I instantly saw a large house or what was probably referred to as a homestead, a couple of hundred metres away. I swung my gaze in a different direction and there was Brady donned in his cowboy gear and that black cowboy hat crowning his head. I knew the old adage, black hat, bad cowboy was a heap of bullshit but even more so because though Brady was what I thought of as a 'Real Man' and a 'Solo Man', I also knew that he was soft and sensitive, he was humble and self-conscious and he was also decent and kind and funny. Brady was a truly nice guy.

He was breaking in a horse just like I had seen in the movies and it was rearing up onto its hind legs but Brady remained in the saddle with a will to outlast the horse's will to remove him. I watched him for some time, looking at him with adoration and love but as I constantly kept feeling those feelings and thinking those thoughts of love, I walked back to the bed and sat down and I wondered what I was going to do about it.

I considered my life back in the city. I had a home and a job but other than that as far as I was concerned, there was nothing there apart from a few friends that I really wanted or needed. I then thought that if the opportunity existed to be with Brady and to leave everything else behind, I would take it in a heartbeat and without a second thought and I would be in his arms in an instant. It would be spontaneous and unreasonable and completely unlike me but still I knew that I would be willing to risk everything for Brady. Crazy.

It was about a half hour later when I heard a door swing open, the heavy steps of a man in boots crossing a wooden floor, the click of the latch of a door handle and then the bedroom door swing open. I looked up uncertain.

'You know that if you're going to stay with me you can't stay naked in my bed all the time, not that I don't love having you in my bed naked but out here people work for their keep and if you want to keep me the way I think you do then Daniel, you can't sleep the morning away and make me fuck you until dawn because I have things to do. If I could, I would fuck you all day long and all night long and though I'm very fit and have great stamina, even I can't fuck twenty-four hours a day.'

I stood up, my mouth hanging open and I was already sporting a raging hard-on. I was pretty much stunned by what he had said and what it inferred. I was trying to wrap my head around the idea that maybe he was asking me to stay, period. I wanted it more than anything because I didn't want to leave him despite that I didn't really know him. I wanted to get to know him and I had to either go home or stay there temporarily but it really sounded to me like he was asking me to stay.

'Now see! What am I supposed to do about that?' Brady said pointing at my erect cock.

'It belongs to you so whatever you want.' I replied allowing my hungers to get the better of me.

'I suppose I could go without lunch.' He said.

'This could be your lunch?' I offered.

'Damn it Daniel, how have I existed until now?'

'How will you exist when you tell me I have to leave?' I said seeing a way of getting a firmer idea of what he was saying while offering him a sex filled future.

'I just told you I want you to stay so why would I tell you to leave?' Brady said grinning.

'You don't know me.' I said, suddenly being cautious.

'You don't know me either.' He replied.

'I'd love to get to know you.' I said.

'I would really like to get to know you too.'

'I've never felt this way before.' I explained.

'I can tell by the way you keep holding back with the things you want to say. I know this is an unusual situation Daniel but we are both feeling pretty much the same way and the only way we can explore those feelings is to spend time together. I can't promise you anything and you can't promise me anything either but I'd like to see where this would go and I'm certain that you want to as well.'

'I do.' I said.

'I haven't even proposed and your already saying I do.' Brady said and I roared with laughter.

'Brady, I don't understand how this is possible but I think I'm falling in love with you.' I said as I decided to take the risk.

'I'm a lovable guy.' He said with a smirk.

'Brady?' I said frustrated by the way he was playing down what I had said.

'I just told you we were feeling the same way.' He said.

I wondered if we really did feel the same way. I had spoken honestly, he had heard and replied with what I wanted to hear but I was still uncertain. Regardless, based on hope, my smile was larger than the Great Australian Bight and I walked over to him and stood directly in front of him. I stared into those golden brown eyes and he stared back with a serious expression.

'What is it that you need and want me to do?'

'You're doing it.' He said as he grabbed my cock and squeezed it.

'I was talking about earning my keep.' I said.

'This will do for the moment.' He replied hungrily.

I lifted my hands and began tearing at his shirt and then his belt buckle and in seconds my hands were all over his body and I was lunging against him and stretching to obtain one of his kisses.

'I'll think of something for you to do additionally to earn your keep.' He said as he once again melted me with his pearly white smile.

'Additionally?' I said feigning an indignant tone.

'Well if I am going to feed you and house you and feed you and teach you to ride a horse and give you a taste of country life while also being your lover and partner, I think you will have to put more than sex into the deal.'

'You said feed me twice.'

'Well yeah? I have to put food in your stomach and then I have to feed you some serious meat as well.' He said, now laughing.

'You do realise that if I did stay naked in your bed all day then you won't have to clothe me and in that way I would be saving additional expenses.' I said and Brady rolled his eyes as he laughed.

'We can work out the details over time.' He said following.

'What about the people you work for up in that big house?' I questioned.

'I told my boss who also happens to be one of my oldest friends all about you this morning. You don't have to worry, he knows I'm gay and he knows I want you here with me.'

'You told him before you told me?'

'I needed an objective opinion. He, Dave that is, knows everything about me and I didn't want to act irrationally but he told me I have been alone for too long and that I would be a nicer person if I was fucking someone on a daily basis.'

'I see. So I am just someone to keep you mentally, emotionally and physically balanced?' I said but in truth, the fact that he was talking about me to a good friend about a possible long-term situation made me very happy.

'Yeah that about sums it up Daniel, I just want to use and abuse you for my sexual well-being.' He said trying not to laugh.

'Do you promise to fuck me day and night?'

'Yes.'

'Do you promise to let me suck your cock day and night?'

'Yes.'

'Do you promise to kiss me and hold me and crush me against your huge body and be all manly and sexually assertive with me?'

'Yes.'

'All right then.' I said with a truly forced tone of resignation and now it was he who burst into laughter.

'You're an evil and seductive man Daniel. You're like a rogue colt, wild and free and I'm going to have to corral you and tame you.'

'Will you be a kind and controlling whisperer or will you be cruel and thrash me with wood.' I said and then laughed.

'Get on the bed Daniel, I'm going to be cruel right now and whip that arse with wood.'

'Do me a favour Brady?'

'I thought I was.' He replied.

'Well, yeah but don't take off what you're wearing. I want you to break me and ride me like you just rode that horse outside.'

Brady looked at me and smiled but there was a deep emotional connection between our eyes and we knew that this was meant to be and somehow we also knew that we would be together for a long time to come. Brady pulled me into his arms and he gave me the most exceptionally hot and sensuous kiss he had so far. When he finally broke the kiss and pulled away from me and saw my expression of overwhelmed disbelief, he smiled and as he lifted me and laid me on the bed and lowered his body on top of mine, his fingers ran over my face in tender caressing strokes.

'Daniel, I know how uncertain you are and I understand why. You need to know that interaction with a man may be slightly different but in essence it is the same. You don't have to hold back and nothing you say is going to bother me. I also want you to understand that I'm a little uncomfortable too. As I already inferred earlier, out here in the deep country things are nothing like you would be used to in the city. It can be really lonely regardless of whether you have family or friends. I have dreamed of having a partner, of sharing my life and my bed and of giving that man my heart. Almost every time you say something to me, it is something incredible and it tugs at my heart. You really do make me not want to let you go.

Daniel, it isn't just you who is feeling what you are feeling. I'm feeling it too. It is hard to believe what has grown between us over one night but I'm very attracted to you, I really like you, you make me laugh and you make me feel good about myself. This is the first time in years that I haven't felt alone and you are the first man that has ever made my heart beat like crazy.

Daniel, while I was working that horse you saw me on, I was thinking I was falling for you too but then I realised I was a step behind. I realised I didn't like being away from you and that made me think of you leaving and going home. I knew instantly from how that made me feel that I wasn't falling for you, I had already fallen for you and I didn't want you to leave.'

I couldn't have asked him to be clearer than that. I now knew that my life was about to change for the good or the bad as it happened. I didn't care about anything right at that moment other than Brady. I knew it was real and that I was in love with him and that it was only getting stronger with the passage of time. There was nothing I could do about it because my emotional heart was beyond my control. I was chained in his sex slave dungeon, emotionally speaking and I was happy to be there. I said that Brady had turned my world on its head and that because of him I had been figuratively reborn sexually but now he was re-birthing me emotionally as well.

'I'm all yours Brady, for better or worse.'

'I love you Daniel.' He said.

'I love you too.'

So that was it, the moment when everything became clear. I still find it difficult to believe that in less than twenty-four hours, I had met Brady in the most outrageous of circumstances, was drawn gently and willingly out of a closet that was more like a bank vault and I had accepted and embraced my true nature. I had realised despite what the narrow-minded of this world would have us believe; love, sex and the most intimate of closeness between two men were perfectly natural and right. I had fallen in love with him and not only that but he had fallen in love with me.

Brady later told me he had always believed there was no time limit on the workings of love and though I had always believed there was, now I see things differently. I would never have picked the rugged, manly Brady as a romantic but he was. He was a soft, handsome and powerful hunk but he was also practical, hard working and sure of his nature. He just wasn't comfortable with complements that made him feel self-conscious.

Brady soon turned me into a sex hound, which got him in trouble with Dave more times then he would care to admit. He loved it though, almost as much as I loved his big cock filling me and fucking me every day and night. He would also pretend to get very upset with me when I would push him into a stall in the barn and suck his huge cock. He would tell me in a forced angry voice while he groaned and gasped in hot, orgasmic pleasure, he would get fired if Dave caught us.

So yeah that was the story of how I met a wrangler who was a really hot cowboy and who made me see the error of my ways and showed me the wonders of man on man sex and love and everything that all of that can mean between two men. He also taught me how to ride a horse.

Brady is still my lover, my boyfriend or whatever you want to call it but the fact of the matter is that Brady and I are still in love, we still have wildly hot sex all the time and though I try to rear up and throw him, Brady always manages to remain deeply embedded within the saddle. Brady, my cowboy, my wrangler, was meant to ride and his ride is never happier than when he does.

Name: Grant Baber

E-mail: gbquesting@gmail.com

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