Date: Tue, 02 Sep 2003 02:16:02 +0000
From: Tony Ryan <hotstorylvr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Locked Out, Lucked Out 3

This is entirely a work of fiction. No one living or dead is being portrayed
in this story. Don't use the story without my permission. Don't read if you
aren't over 18. Practice safe sex.

Thanks to the people who have written in. I would appreciate your comments
or suggestions on this chapter as well.

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I was lost in a forest. A long line of sweltering trees with gnarled limbs,
sheathed in a mixture of flesh and bark. Concrete was beneath my feet one
moment, a dirt road the next. A heavy briefcase weighed me down, my best
suit glued to me like a second skin. I was on my way to work, but I couldn't
remember where. The perspiration was so prevalent that I could barely see
where I was walking. Each breath was a miracle. My clothes were literally
choking me to death. I reached to take off my tie, but the tie was gone. It
was as if invisible hands were undressing me. My dark blue jacket vanished.
One by one the buttons on my white dress shirt disappeared. My undershirt
was torn to shreds, sliding down my waist as my dark blue trousers melted
away. My shoes and socks were gone. I was stripped down to polka dot boxers,
as if I were on my way to a Wonder Bread gay porn advertisement.

I continued hobbling/walking/running, the briefcase getting heavier, the
boxers getting tighter. Finally, as the red sky turned dark, I stumbled
along a stony path. I blacked out. Woke up some time after. Totally naked
now. A light breeze wafted through my furry chest. Then the hands again,
tugging at small tufts of hair under my arms, poking and pinching my
nipples. I could smell my semen and the cum of so many others, too many for
me to imagine. My legs were crudely spread, my back arched, my sore jaw
clenching. My mouth, my ass, my tits, my cock, were being devoured by body
parts of men I could feel, and hear, and taste, but not see. I was in a
void, with no control, and as much as I wanted to get out, I couldn't.
Nothing would let me.

In the midst of my fifth orgasm, the invisible fingers craned my head while
I suckled on them and a few of the sloppy shafts raping my mouth. I saw the
briefcase. Open now. Head shots of Jerry began to fly out and circle my
convulsing body. "Visualize", "focus", "set goals", the photos whispered to
me. I called out for him, but he refused to answer. Or perhaps he couldn't.
Maybe he was stuck in his own personal Hell/Heaven, just like I was.

The helpful entreaties were interrupted by a shrill buzzing. I panicked and
tried to buck away from the long anaconda probing my rectum. Suddenly, I
felt the buzz, felt a razor across my stomach. Whimpered curses rasped from
my soaked throat. The bastards were shaving my chest. My last stamp of
individuality. Then I saw the man holding the tortorous clippers. Those
eyes. Hypnotizing me. I opened my mouth to scream his name. And then...

BEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPPP

I woke up. Covered in sweat. Covered in a human lump of flesh and muscle.
Who was I in bed with?

Oh yeah, Rocco. The sexiest throw pillow known to man, or at least this man.
His rugged frame was pressed behind me in a spoon position, with his strong
biceps wrapped tightly around my waist. His thick lips nuzzled my neck, and
his thick, erect 8 inches nuzzled...somewhere else. I couldn't remember the
last time I'd felt a hairy chest against my back, the sensation pectoral
fuzz singing my spine while simultaneously creating a coccoon effect. I
almost didn't want to get up, but I knew I had to. The machine was beeping
into my brain. Reluctantly, I crawled from the sheets and nudged Rocco's
shoulder.

"Rocco...psstt...wake up, lover."

Not the snappiest patter, but I hadn't had my afternoon cocktail, so forgive
me.

Rocco was not in as forgiving a mood, muttering some kind of curse word as
he rolled on his side. His beautiful, dimpled backside teased me through the
gauzy sheets. He really had the perfect ass. Meaty, firm cheeks, paler than
his beefy legs and strong back. Large globes with the lightest dusting of
brown hair.

Rousing myself from arousal, I managed to hit the machine before I crawled
back into bed with him.

"Hi, Ben. It's Jerry. Um...just wanted to say I love you. Remember that."

I played the message a second time. Then a third. Possibly a fourth. One,
because I could barely hear over Rocco's deep snores. Two, because I
couldn't believe this was the voice of the most confident person I had ever
known. Jerry never showed weakness. Jerry never sounded like he needed me.
Jerry never sounded like he needed anyone.

I dialed the number he'd left in case of emergencies. According to the
shrill lady at the desk, he'd checked out 20 minutes ago. Why didn't he tell
me in the message? What the fuck was going on?

After a quick bathroom break, I decided that Rocco's snores were too much to
tolerate. In a very moderate, calm fashion, I smashed a pillow into his face
until he woke up.

"ASSHOLE," he yelled out, squinting in the darkness.

I sat on the bed, pulling the sheet to my waist, his Herculean body
marginally comforting my bleary eyes. "Sorry. If that hadn't worked, I was
going to get out my 12-inch dildoes." My smirk left in question just how
serious the threat was. Rocco certainly scrambled to get into the bathroom,
so apparently he took it very seriously.

While he used the shower, I called a few of Jerry's business associates. No
word from him on their either. I didn't want to have a hissy fit, not in the
middle of such a crisis. If there was a crisis. I was still on the bed,
half-dazed, when Rocco emerged from the steam-filled powder room. The last
clean towel was being rubbed thoroughly through his thinning hair. His torso
was even more arousing with the combination of steam and moisture. He had
this dopey grin on his face, so big and sweet, like he didn't have a care in
the world. My erection slowly returned to life, dribbling against the silk
sheets at a steady pace.

"My God, Rocco, you're perfect. I hope this isn't some male prostitution
scam you have going on."

Rocco shook his head insistently through the towel.

"I don't do that kind of stuff. It's wrong."

Hmm, I guess jumping a defenseseless, naked homeowner is right, but jumping
a defenseless, naked homeowner for cash is wrong. Well, I couldn't
criticize. I can't justify my actions, aside from temporary insanity, but I
was going to go out of my mind standing around waiting for Jerry to call
back. I needed a distraction. Rocco was that distraction. As I walked
towards him, he winked at me, even reached out to stroke my fleshy girth. He
knew what I had to have. There was some connection between us, perhaps a
bear psychic network. He was keeping me stable just by being there. The
rough thumb gently circling my glans was a big help as well.

I pressed him against the threshold of the bathroom door. My breath hot on
his thick neck. Wordlessly, we both knew what was going to happen. I
kneeled, kissing and licking down his back, writing my name in a tongue
alphabet over and over until I reached his awe-inspiring buttocks. They
kneaded in my hands, the soapy scent gliding into my nostrils while I tasted
his moist pucker with my tongue.

I hadn't been on the giving end of anal sex in years, and Rocco wasn't
exactly stretched out. Yet, when I slipped my knob inside him, it felt
right. Perfect. Every inch slipped inside, with some practice and patience.
I began a slow motion of thrusting and parrying, pulling back, slithering
forward, as he ground his supple rump into my crotch. Our hands met at his
nipples, his matted six-pack, his bobbing, slobbering manhood. The sex was
much more loving than I'd expected, and also ended much too quickly. Soon,
he shot his load against the door frame, with his clenching ass muscles
enough to send me over the edge. Volley after volley of my sperm shot inside
his tight hole. A combination of my fears, my desires, my rediscovery of a
pleasure I'd almost forgotten, seemed to go into each rope of cum.

I'd given him everything I had. When I pulled out, my knees buckled to the
point where I could barely walk. Rocco scoopped me up in his big arms and
carried me to the bed. He kissed me on the forehead. I fell asleep with my
head on his furry stomach, letting my exhaustion wash away any guilt or
pain. I didn't even want to think about what the next day would bring.

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