He was… sunlight. Tall, lean, built like he still could throw a sixty-yard pass. He had one of those faces that belonged on a sports drink commercial, all short, cropped blonde and tanned, with a jawline that would rival any statue and lips that begged to be kissed.
The photos did not do him justice as the masculine married mechanic I had blurted out to pointed a thick finger sideways. Ivan Volkov was standing with his back to me, bent over the engine bay of a classic Chevy pickup before he heard me and turned, and my first, purely intellectual thought was: So that’s what a mountain looks like in coveralls.
I saw Theron approach. He did not charge. He simply stood, his presence a challenge in the still air. I could not hear their words, but I saw the set of Theron’s shoulders, the unyielding line of his spine. I saw Brasidas turn, his laughter a silent, ugly gesture that I felt in the pit of my stomach. My heart was a frantic drum. Don't.
The silver fox smiled, and I noticed how big his pecs were and how flat his stomach was as he stretched up tall. He looked even older than King but was in smokin’ hot shape for a man his age. His crew cut grey hair and full stubbled grey beard made him look like the sexiest Sheriff Daddy anyone could lay eyes on. A prison guard and a cop? Fuck me.
Rob pulled me away from the gaze of Jim. "Talk to me, Bri," he said, his voice soft. He was still holding my hand, but now he faced me, directly, his eyes squinting from the sun, waiting for me to answer. I hesitated, unsure of what he wanted me to say. "It was just... flirting," I started, the defense automatic.
I said I wanted to feel this little muscley body.” Mario leaned over me, and said it directly into my ear. “Now relax and let me.”I took in a deep breath as I felt his hands begin to massage my shoulders. This was not what I expected at all.
399 BC. 18 year old Lysander is about to be claimed by a teacher, to be taught the ways of the Spartan Soldier, to become a true pupil, an eromenos to an honoured soldier, and to be tethered to the man he has fallen in love with. Only there are other suitors, and Lysander is about to begin a journey that will go against all Sparta stands for.
He was easy to spot as he towered over the other pedestrians in both height and width in the same large black coat he wore last night, with the same black tuque on his head down to his eyes. His face had a slight bit of stubble since last night, but every other ounce of his giant muscular body that I had seen on display in all its glory last night.
I nervously looked at Mario, who was staring at me over Mark’s shoulder as I talked with these two older men. I suddenly wondered if Mario knew about me and these two men; if Ben was wondering about Neil; and Neil wondering about Ben. This really wasn't a good idea for me to come.
Duke then closed the door behind us. “Welcome to our Red Room.” He said with a grin and moved to the side, where he slowly sat down on the throne, lifting one foot onto the stool, making sure his robe covered his crotch. He sat back and put an elbow on the arm of the chair and rested his chin on his hand. “What do you think?”
I could hear the shower running, the sounds of splashing from a distance. I moved out of the bed, noticing I was still naked. I was already horny again for Mr. Olsen, and figured I’d get more of what I could while the house still slept. Except when I opened the door and moved to the shower it wasn't Ben Olsen in there: it was his son Mark.
I glanced at the door of the sauna, realizing that we were in a pretty good spot to notice when someone came in, but it was still risky. I didn’t know this gym yet, and wasn’t really sure how long we had, so I worked his cock fast, wondering if he wanted me to suck it.
And there they were, Grant pressed up against the wall, face forward, and Dennis’ muscled bare ass on display with his pants around the back of his knees, clenching those massive glutes as he fucked his new guy up against the wall between our offices.
He dug his gloved hands into his pocket and shifted, his ass suddenly rounder. His large coffee was placed on the counter but before he moved to it, he leaned over me again, his voice a bit lower as he said quietly, “I’d offer to pay for your coffee, but since you already did, maybe I could offer you something else?"
“She’s gone.” Neil said, turning to look at me. His face was serious, and I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Was he mad or disappointed that we didn’t say anything to her? Was he thinking about Sandra’s boyfriend, who he knew I had a fling with? Or was he hurt I hadn’t told him about Alison?
Coop turned to me and waved a finger to follow his bare body, and we rounded the back hallway as I heard footsteps from the end of the hallway. And then there he was: Duke. Big Duke. Big John. John Wayne Schmidt. All his nicknames went through my head as I heard myself gasp.
I stood stock still, watching this man carefully close doors and move, the sight of him in just a pair of boxers and a tee leaving me horny as hell. I stood there shaking for a moment until he moved himself in front of the shower door and turned to face me. With a smile, he grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted.
I walked with a fury towards the muscled stud and Nando, thinking about Nando wiping his mouth this morning after coming out of Frank’s office. Of the smug smile on his face. Of how our boss had replaced me with this twink. I was mad, and I wasn’t going to let him have this hunk. I’d show him who was his boss.
He held out a large paw as he got closer. “You look pretty young to be on your own.” He smiled, changing the tough, angry look on his face to an even more handsome, less threatening one. “Mario.” He said simply as I took his hand. Standing this close to him, my eyes level with his rounded pecs, was making me dizzy.
There was a very long pause, I could hear him breathing as I stared at Dave’s last message still on my screen. “Okay.” Dennis said at last. “I’ll give you the weekend to think more. And let’s talk more on Monday. Deal?” He said very softly but firmly as I stared at the words Dr. Dave had sent me. I was more confused than ever.
“Does your dad let you out alone often?” His voice was smooth. He was even better looking up close, with a cheery looking face hidden behind the thick black moustache and dark shadowed scruff. “I’ve got to get back….” I started to say, trying to stand, but this new trucker just shook his head with an evil grin and shushed me.
As he looked me over, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He had a trim face, defined jaw like his sister’s, bit of a five o’clock shadow on his otherwise youthful clean-shaven face, his nose a straight line down his angular face, eyebrows dark but thin, and those eyes. Fuck me. Green, like a cat.
I let him hold me as I stared up into that handsome face. His hands were gripping me in desperation, and I could see the determination on his face. And then he said it: “I love you and I want you to be with me.”
“What are you doing?” My mom frowned at me, and I wondered what I looked like. I stayed far away from her in case she could smell Al on me. Because I sure could.
I didn’t say it back. I was too afraid. Too afraid to admit that I too was falling for this man, this 53 year old widowed firefighter, this man who has known me since I was 8 years old and had been the hidden fantasy for me for so many years. I was in love with him but afraid to admit it.
“What’s up little man?” Mac grinned at me, letting his hands move to my waist, finally touching my naked body. I watched his eyes move down to my dick, then felt his hands slide up my sides lightly, before they came back down to my hips. He was ready for me alright.
“So…Brian,” he said my name with a slight drawl, almost taunting me, “what is it you want?” I could hear the hint of teasing in his voice, and right away I knew what he wanted me to say.
And then we were kissing more deeply, and I felt his body connecting with mine, his hands moving around me. “I love you.” I whispered to him. “Show me how much you love me.” He whispered into my ear as he pulled me over, onto his body as he laid back on my bed.
I blushed at the urgency of Dave's voice, and how badly he wanted me to see me again. “Yes Sir.” I said into the phone, picturing this doctor's muscular body and what he was going to do to me before we ended the call quickly. Just as I hung up the phone, there was a knock on my open office door and I spun around to see the large figure of my boss, Dennis Gibson, smiling tentatively at me.
“Well, hey there little man. Got my message did ya?” I felt his voice sink through me, turning on lots of old feelings for this boy-man in my head. Stefan was closer to my age in years, but significantly more manly than any other young guy I had ever been with. He had the body of a muscled older man, with his football stature and hairy muscular chest that made any other 23-year-old look like a baby.
“Fuck yes.” I hissed back at him, letting my head fall backwards against his pillow as I shut my eyes, picturing Al’s beefy body over me as my body responded to the invasion. I gripped the base of the dildo firmly and rotated it, my legs moving wider as if they had a mind of their own. I was in control of this thing, and I was now registering how my body was shaking with each slight twist and shove.
“What a fucking slut,” I thought to myself, before giving a small laugh at the irony of me calling Nando a slut. Seeing Jeff’s dick in Nando’s hand made me want it just as badly. I stood there for a moment, watching Jeff’s slack jawed face as Nando knelt before him.
I could feel my body shaking as I stood in front of him: this giant muscled doctor, sitting on the edge of his own bed, his beard against my bare abs, my hands drifting around his silky hair. His grey eyes had looked up at me, a smile spreading across his handsome face as he kissed the side of my leg, watching me watch him, before he had removed all my clothes and I stood quivering before him.
Friday he was leaving for another run, and he reminded me to be home ready for that special package he was sending me. “Use it well.” He grinned as he left me that morning. I did what I was told, ready for the night after my mother left. Around 8pm, the doorbell rang and I opened the door to see a big, built, blonde UPS guy standing there with a small box, about the size of a shoe box.
I raised my eyebrow as he leaned in to kiss me hard, practically eating my face. And then he bent down and flipped me onto his shoulder so fast I didn’t know what was happening. He turned as I squealed in shock, my eyes staring down at his white bubbled ass before I grabbed it for support as we started up the stairs, carrying me once again like the fireman he was.