Date: Sun, 15 Feb 2015 20:30:46 -0800
From: Sellar Dhor <sellardhor@gmail.com>
Subject: Evil is a Man: Blood In Blood Out chapter 4

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       DECEMBER 16th


       I woke up with a major piss boner.  The light coming in through the
windows let me know it was morning.  This wasn't actually unusual for me, I
had a small bladder and the only way I could keep on sleeping was if I took
care of it.  Syd would be gone by that time anyhow, he always was.  I
walked right into his room to head to the bathroom.
       I was surprised to see Syd in bed.
       "Oh, sorry," I said, turning to leave and hoping he hadn't seen my
hardon, but then realizing he was totally asleep.
       I walked back in the room, really needing to take a piss.
       But something stopped me cold on the way to the bathroom.  Goodness,
Syd looked so beautiful sleeping like that.  Morning light was coming in
through the windows on Syd's left, basking his bed and body in beautiful
golden light.  His tan skin glowed in these sweet hues.
       Syd was sleeping on his back under a sheet.  His left wrist was over
his eyes, as if pointlessly trying to block the light from hitting them.
His muscular right arm was hanging off the side of his bed, with his hand
perhaps subconsciously resting on his cowboy hat on the floor.
       His sheet was pulled down to his waist, giving me a great view of
his upper body.  His golden pit hair in the crevasse under his strong arm,
his two mountainous pecs covered with sandy fur, his pink, firm nipples,
his abs with that hairy treasure trail that disappeared beneath his sheet:
it all added up to something out of a wet dream.
       From my angle to his side, I could tell the sheet was pulled over
him but not wrapped around him; I could see his butt where it met the
mattress.  And it was wonderfully bare, which meant he was nude under that
sheet.  His legs were separated, and the right one stuck out from under the
sheet and hung over the side of the bed, his big foot actually touching the
floor.  He slept in the strangest position; I couldn't imagine ever being
comfortable in that state.  The sheet made most of his right leg bare, just
covering his crotch.
       But none of those wonderful details were why I had been driven to
his bedside, why I had become totally mesmerized, wondering if I was
perhaps still dreaming.  No, none of that excited me more than what was now
visible to me: his penis stood erect, it had been erect since I came in the
room, and it showed no sign of softening.  Even though it stayed covered by
the sheet, it was impossible to miss when the thing stood up at a ninety
degree angle.
       And oh my, it was one massive tent.  It looked more like the size of
someone's arm than it did a sexual organ.  I wouldn't have been surprised
if it was a foot long, and darn thick too.  Holy crap, how I wanted to pull
off the sheet and see the thing head on.
       I stared at him like that for a long time, resisting the urge to
jerk off.  Then I noticed something else; in between his thighs, the sheet
was raised up a few inches from the mattress.  Maybe if I got at the right
angle, I'd be able to look up under the bottom of the sheet and into his
crotch.
       Excited, I walked around to the foot of his bed, and stood between
his open legs.  Then, trying to be very quiet, I kneeled down until my eyes
were at the level of the mattress, and I looked forward under the bottom of
the sheet.  I was wonderfully rewarded for my efforts: I got an eyeful of
his wonderfully large balls, proportionately big to the huge size his boner
seemed to be.  They were shaved clean, and I entertained the idea of
reaching my hand under the sheet so I could poke them, just to see what
they felt like.
       "Cindy, mmmm," Syd mumbled, and the sound actually made me jump.
Crap, was he going to wake up with me staring at his balls?
       I turned around and walked into the bathroom, remembering that I had
come in here to take a much needed piss, and I was above other such
ridiculousness.  As I emptied my bladder, I wondered who Cindy was.
Obviously someone who excited him greatly, looking at the state his dick
was in.  I envied her that.
       When I came out, Syd had sadly turned away from my view, rolling
onto his side in bed.  That did leave his beautiful butt in my sight,
though, and I felt again magnetically pulled towards the bed.  Nope, I just
knew he would open his eyes at any moment during his sleep, and the last
thing I wanted him to see was me, uninvited.
       I left him to keep sleeping.  But the excitement was enough to wake
me up for good.
       I made breakfast for the two of us, and when Syd woke up, he was all
thank yous.  I asked Syd if I could have some computer time that morning,
and he agreed, so I hung out in his room using his laptop.  I had fantasy
football research to do, plus I had e-mails to answer.  Ahmad had e-mailed
asking for Syd's address where he could send me a Christmas card.  That was
real sweet of him.
       When I was working on the computer, I heard noises in the backyard
and looked through the glass door in Syd's room to see the cowboy himself
in the backyard, working on the rest of that fence, once again shirtless,
with his hat, jeans, and boots on.  I hadn't even seen him get dressed.
       I opened the door to shout to him.  "I hope you're being safer out
there than you were last time!"
       He didn't respond, so I finished up my computer work, and went
outside to join him.
       "Here let me help," I said.
       "Nah, I'm pretty much done, Jakey," he said.  "'Sides, I got better
plans today than working in the yard."
       "Like what?" I asked.
       "I thought we could take a hike together through the woods."
       I shook my head.  "I don't want to come across another angry bear."
       "There ain't no bears around this area, this hike heads out from
here.  It's not even a proper trail, only I seem to know about it.  But it
leads to a nice view.  What do you say?"
       "Listen, as long as I can be assured no large predator will be
trying to eat me, I'm always down for a hike."
       I put on my hiking boots and filled my backpack with water and
snacks for the both of us.  Syd was waiting for me outside the front door.
       "Aren't you going to get ready?" I asked him.
       "I'm ready."
       "You're going hiking?  Like that?"
       "Like what?  I always take my cowboy hat hiking."
       "That's not what I was referring to!" I said.  He was dressed
exactly as he had been all day, with one addition.  "First off, you're not
wearing a shirt.  You'll get scraped up on the branches."
       "I think I'll live," he said.
       "Secondly, you've got your gun strapped to your back.  Is that
really necessary?"
       "It's called a rifle, Jakey."  He shrugged.  "I always bring it when
I go hiking."
       "What, just in case a prize buck comes across your path?"
       "I just like to have it with me, is all."
       "Oh my goodness, that is so Texas, it's hilarious.  Thirdly, you're
wearing your cowboy boots!  Those aren't safe to hike in."
       "I always hike in these.  Never had a problem."
       "Don't you have a pair of hiking boots?"
       "No sir.  It's these or barefoot."
       "And Syd, are those the same jeans you tore a massive hole in?" I
asked, wondering why I hadn't noticed that before.
       "Yeah, so?  They're still good for hiking, right?"  He looked down
at the hole in his jeans.  While last time, I could see the stalk of his
dick through that hole, this time there was just the skin of his thigh that
was visible.  I figured he must have had his dick tucked down the other
side.  Sure, as long as he was tucked that way, the jeans didn't look that
bad.  But he hadn't seen how risqué they had been the last time.
       My attempt to talk some sense into Syd had failed, so we started our
hike looking like one very prepared hiker and one crazy, dangerous cowboy
with no shirt and a gun.
       The hike turned out to be quite long, at least an hour just to get
the top.  Part of what was so time consuming, however, was that we were
never on any trail; we were just walking through trees and clearings.  The
last half hour before the top got especially steep.  I was constantly
worried Syd would sprain his ankle walking in those boots of his as we were
continuously leaping over logs and boulders.
       Every so often, I would take a glance at that hole in his jeans, but
all I ever got to see was a view of his upper thigh.
       The end of the hike was at the top of a large hill that overlooked
the lake.  It really was a tremendous sight, and when we reached it, Syd
guffawed happily and slapped my back.  "You made it, Jakey!  I'm so proud
of you."
       I laughed.  "What, did you ever doubt me?  I'm the one with the ten
essentials in my backpack.  I'm proud YOU managed to make it in that
ridiculous outfit."
       He laughed.  He didn't take away that hand that he had used to slap
me away, leaving it on my back and shoulder, and he turned me towards the
view.  "Ain't it just magical?" he asked, squeezing my shoulder, his bare
arm around my neck.
       "Yes, it's really quite moving," I said.
       After a long while, Syd finally removed his arm from around my neck,
much to my sadness.  He reached into his pocket and pulled out his smart
phone.  "Can you snap a picture for me, Jakey?" he asked me.  "So I can add
it to my dating website?"
       I laughed as he handed me his phone.  "You're on a dating website?"
       "Yeah.  Why did you think I got that laptop, or a fancy phone like
this that can do webcam?  Because I'm some sort of techie?"
       "Nope, you certainly aren't one of those," I said.
       "I ain't got a lick of care about video games or word processors.
But if technology serves my interests, I'll be the first to embrace it."
       "Your interests like attractive women?" I asked.
       "Exactly," he said.  "I've moved around a lot, and it's always been
the same deal.  When I first get to a town, after I sniff out the local
bars, that's when things are most exciting, when I'm meeting the most
ladies.  Then, after a while, all the faces in those bars start all looking
the same.  That's when I usually uproot and move towns.  But this time,
when I started to get that itch in Tahoe, that's when I got myself online.
That's been connecting me with girls that I never would have found in the
bars.  And I've even started checking out the profiles in Reno.  Ain't ya
stunned just how worldly yer ol' Syd has become?"
       He positioned himself in front of me, with the view behind him.
       "Anyway, I'm sick of taking all my pics through the mirror.  This
will give the ladies a much better view of me."
       He smiled his charming smile, and I snapped the picture.  It really
did look like a good one.
       We ate the food I brought for us in my pack, took in the view one
last time, and then started hiking back.
       About half way through the return hike, we stopped briefly in the
woods.  Syd trotted off to take a piss while I pulled out my water and
hydrated.  We resumed our hiking when Syd came back, though there was
something new and exciting about Syd that piqued my interest.
       I noticed that I could see a whole lot more than just his thigh
through the hole in his jeans.  After he had pissed, he must have stuck his
dick down his left pants leg instead of his right.  The result was a view
as exciting as when we had been working on the fence together.  Once again,
I could totally see his tannish-pink dick stalk through the jeans, and
though his dick was soft, seeing it was firming my own dick in my hiking
shorts.  As you can imagine, my eyes were glued to that rip for most of the
way home.  Disappointedly, no matter how much I stared, I could never see
anything more than just that center section of his dick; no pubes or
dickhead were visible.
       We were walking through thick trees when I heard a deep, bone
chilling howl, though it sounded pretty far off.
       "What was that?" I asked Syd.
       He shrugged.  "Must be a coyot'."
       I heard the howl again, this time it sounded much louder than the
last time.  And after a second, I heard a second howl.
       "Must be a pair of coyotes," I said.  "I thought there were
nocturnal?"
       "Mostly, but you see them during the day too sometimes, especially
in the afternoon."
       More howls were heard, and I listened intently.  "I can distinctly
hear three different howls," I said.
       "And it sounds like they are getting closer."
       "Coyotes aren't a threat, right?" I asked.
       Syd shrugged.  "They're more frightened of us than we are of them."
       "But even if they had safety in numbers?" I asked.
       "Well, there would have to be more than three."
       The howls became louder, and, it seemed, more frantic and excited.
It was very, very creepy, and after my bear encounter, I would never have
been as calm as I was if Syd hadn't been with me.  The howls slowly drew
closer, and then I noticed something.
       "Which direction are they coming from?" I asked Syd.  "Listen
carefully, and point in the direction you hear the howls."
       A howl came again, and Syd pointed, ten o'clock from our position.
       "Keep listening," I said.
       Another howl, though this time Syd moved his hand to seven o'clock.
After the next howl seemed to come from our right, Syd said, "They're
circling us."
       "Like sharks circle prey," I said.
       We kept walking, and the soon they had closed in enough around us so
that we could hear them as they ran through the trees, still madly circling
us.
       "Coyotes are scared of loud noises, right?" I said.  "GO AWAY!!" I
shouted, as loud as I could.
       The howls and the running stopped.
       "You were right, Syd," I said.  "They are more scared of us than we
are of them."
       Syd reached out and stopped me from walking.  "Freeze," he said.
       We had come to a place where the trees cleared into a small meadow,
and the ground ahead of us sloped upwards a bit.  I looked around this
clear space, trying to see what Syd had noticed.
       There, maybe forty yards away, stood the coyote that Syd had
spotted.  It was just standing there, looking down at us, though it seemed
almost hidden, camouflaged in the underbrush.  It looked really, really big
to me, even from that far away.
       It was definitely watching us, which was very creepy.  It wasn't
growling or anything, just watching.
       "Syd, that doesn't look like a coyote to me," I whispered.  "It's
too big!"
       "What else could it be?" he asked.
       He took a couple steps closer, carefully watching its response,
while I hung back.
       I got an odd tingly feeling in my stomach and thought I heard
something to my right.  I turned my head in the direction of the sound and
saw something at my right foot.
       Frightened chills prickled through me as I saw what it was; one of
the coyotes had snuck out of the trees and was darting straight for me.  My
instincts told me to defend myself, but I became distracted by the
realization that this was much, much too large to be a coyote, and didn't
even look like one.
       The animal darting towards my leg, teeth bared, muzzle snarling, was
no coyote.  It was a wolf!
       The animal was just about to sink its jaws into my leg when a kick
from nowhere knocked it back hard.  The leg belonged to Syd, whose fast
thinking had saved me from a vicious bite.
       The wolf tumbled, and then ran off into the woods behind us, where
we couldn't see it.  The other wolf that had been ahead of us in the
meadow, that one ran towards us, then circumvented us at the last second,
turning towards the trees and running off.
       "Wow Syd, thanks for save!" I said, appreciative.  "Those are
totally wolves, right?"
       "We don't have wolves in this area," Syd said.  "It couldn't have
been."
       "Well, maybe they're reintroducing wolves to this area like they did
to some of the northern states," I suggested.  "Because those were too big
and vicious to be coyotes."
       "Or maybe they seem bigger to us because we are here, on their
level, in their territory."
       "No, I think they were wolves."
       "Well, whatever they were, let's keep moving," Syd said, motioning
towards the clearing in front of us.  "I don't think they'll trouble us
again."
       We started hiking again, me leading this time as we went up the
incline through the little meadow.
       My blood curdled when I heard another howl.  Then another, both from
behind us.
       I whipped around, turning to see Syd staring at the trees, though
the wolves remained completely hidden.  "Maybe they're not done with us,"
he said.  "Maybe we need to send a stronger message."
       Very quietly, Syd pulled his rifle off his back, and held it in
front of him.  There was a large log down the hill right in front of us,
and he kneeled down behind this log, placing his rifle on top of it, and
aiming carefully towards the trees.
       He shut one eye as he remained motionless, the butt of the riffle
against his naked shoulder.
       I watched the tree line as well for any motion.  But the howls had
ended, and I thought the wolves had retreated after all.
       I turned my gaze from the trees back to Syd.  He was still hunched
over that log, aiming at the trees, standing as still as a rock.
       I looked down at his pants, and my heart started pounding.  The way
he was on bended knee, putting his weight on his right knee on his ground,
while his left foot was firmly on the ground, his left thigh was higher
than the right.  This had caused his dick, once pushed neatly down his
pants leg, to readjust.  That meant that instead of the rip in his jeans
just showing me his stalk, this time the tip of the head itself was poking
out of the hole.  Oh wow, it was SO beautiful, the same pinkish-tan color
that his nipples were.  His wonderful piss slit really looked like it
needed to be licked.  Only the very end of the tip was showing, so I
couldn't see if he was circumcised or not, but I saw no sign so far of a
foreskin.
       Then Syd cocked his rifle, readjusted his stance, and leaned forward
slightly.  This caused his dick to slowly push out of the hole a couple
more inches, until finally his whole head was exposed.  Jeez, it was
perfect.  A huge, smooth mushroom cap, flawless.  And I could be certain
then that he was circumcised.
       Syd leaned forward one more time, and the entire length of his penis
came out.  Oh my, I had prayed to see his dick unobstructed for so long,
and then there it finally was.  It was everything I had wished it to be and
more.  Even though it was totally soft, it was incredibly heavy and
massive, a thick, veiny tube of beige skin, which ended with a mushroom cap
that was somehow even thicker than the girthy stalk.  The other end of his
dick, which seemed like a mile away from the head, curved and disappeared
into the hole of his jeans.  Around this hole, I could see the ends of some
sandy blonde pubes clinging to the base of his dick.  I could even see the
pinkish, rough skin of his ballsack a wonderful contrast to the oh so soft
skin of his dick.
       I almost could not control myself, that's how much the sight of his
sweet, sweet dick affected me.
       CRACK!
       My sexual lust was violently interrupted by a shockingly loud bang
that echoed through the meadow, which was matched by a flash of light from
the nozzle of Syd's rifle.  I heard a loud whimper, and turned my head
toward the trees just in time to see a wolf, hit by Syd's rifle shot,
collapse to the ground, poor thing.
       Then, amazingly, it got back up, hobbling off into the trees.  I was
relieved that it was alright.
       Syd kept his rifle aimed at those trees to see if any of the other
wolves would try anything.  But they did not.  After a couple minutes, Syd
strapped the rifle back to his chest.  As he stood up, he pulled the fabric
of his jeans out, forcing his dick back through the hole.  He didn't seem
to realize I had noticed his dick's too brief appearance.
       On our hike back to the cabin, I said, "Can't help but feel kind of
lousy for us shooting that poor wolf, or coyote, or tiger, or whatever it
was," I said.  "It was just behaving like any predator is supposed to."
       Syd laughed.  "You wouldn't have felt so bad if the thing had
actually succeeded in biting you.  Anyway, it could easily have lived."
       "I hope so," I said.
       Syd told me he had to go in the late afternoon and evening into
work, so for lunch he took me out to eat in town, and then he snuck me into
the dive cowboy bar he worked at, Saddle Leather, to play pool.  Now, I
really had very little experience with pool, mostly because tables tended
to be in bars, and I was underage.  But the few times I had played, I was
very good at it, obviously a natural.  I was blessed with a strong sense of
geometry and physics, plus I was well coordinated.  So I expected to beat
Syd.
       He let me break, and I got a ball in, so I continued to shoot.
       "Now, since you're new to the game," Syd said as I lined up my first
hit, "I don't expect you to call your shots.  That's for advanced players.
Just try to get the balls in anyway you can."
       My pride bristled.  He was being thoughtful, not condescending, but
I didn't matter.  "I don't need beginner's rules," I said.  "Six ball in
the corner."
       I made my shot, and expertly knocked the ball exactly where I wanted
it to go.
       "Well, yee-haw!" Syd cooed, his cowboy grin wide.  "Looks like you
refused the training wheels and started off riding like a man, Jakey.  Nice
work."
       I made three more balls in, lining up each shot carefully and
precisely.  Then I ended up with no unobstructed shot, and no real
solution.  I ended up just hitting a group of his balls, hoping something
would ricochet my ball into the pocket, but it didn't.
       "Don't feel bad, Jakey.  No one could have made that shot."
       "It's alright, I've still got this game," I said.
       "Oh, do ya now?" he said, his earlier patience quickly shifting into
arrogance.  He grabbed his cue and lined up and called his first shot.
When his shot form was much more expert than my own, the result was a ball
in the pocket.  "Oh yeah, baby.  Ain't gonna get any sexier than that."
       "Well, that was an easy shot," I said, which was the absolute truth.
       "How `bout this one?" he said, calling his next shot and expertly
landing it a moment later.
       "Yeah, that one was too!"
       He called his next shot and made that one too.  "And that one?"
       "Darn easy!  You haven't had a hard shot yet!"
       He sunk another shot.  "That's what makes me superior to you, Jakey.
You take it one shot at a time, just trying to get that one ball in the
pocket.  Ya gotta start thinkin' bigger, like I do.  I don't just consider
the shot in front of me.  I consider all the other shots in the game.  I
set myself up."
       He landed another shot, and then set himself up from another easy
one.  "See?  I usually don't even have to try any hard shots.  I guess ol'
Syd ain't half as stupid as they say, eh kiddo?"
       He called the eight ball and landed it perfectly.
       "Gosh Syd, you put my talent to shame."
       "Nah.  Ain't got nothing to do with talent.  It's about experience,
plain and simple.  A lotta Texas dive bars have pool tables.  And I've
spent more time than I'd like to admit in those bars during my life."
       I was determined to take Syd's advice and use it to beat him.  He
broke on our second game, and when he sunk two balls in, I wondered if I
would even get a shot.
       Luckily, even Syd wasn't perfect, and after four balls in, he missed
one.
       I dove right in, figuring this might be my only opening.  I took
Syd's comments to heart, really started to think about setting up my next
shots as I decided what balls to attack.  Sometimes, the easiest shots had
to be avoided because they would obviously lead to nothing in my next turn.
       I did much better, sinking five of my own in a row without much
problem.  He still beat me that game though, then a third time.
       Finally, on the fourth round, I knew I had totally elevated my game.
He let me break, and I got all but two of my balls in throughout a
brilliant series of shots.
       Then he took over, and started undoing all the progress I had made,
methodically taking out his balls one at a time.  Finally he had no more
balls and he was going for the eight ball.  Darn, it would be his one
perfect game.  I hated being a perennial loser!
       Right after Syd had called his last shot, we were interrupted.  A
busty brunette sashayed over to the table.  "Is this the only table in the
bar?" she asked.
       Syd turned around to look at her, and his eyes went wide.  He stood
up and smiled his charming grin as he looked her up and down.  "It is,
miss.  You itchin' to play?" he raised a suggestive eyebrow.
       "Sure I want to play.  I'm Kelly."
       "I'm Syd," he said.  "And that fella o'er there is Jake."
       Kelly smiled at me briefly, and then looked happily at Syd.  "Ooo, I
LOVE your accent!" she gushed, reaching over and grabbing his strong arm.
"You must get that a lot from women, don't you?"
       He laughed.  "Ain't never had any ladies not be satisfied as of
yet," he said, his grin making it clear that he was referring to more than
just his accent.
       She laughed giddily, her ample boobs bouncing in her beyond tight
top.  I felt an odd mixture of feelings, watching Syd be so enamored with
this stranger.  Syd was suddenly oozing sex appeal and swagger, a side he
never really showed me.  He seemed like a stranger all of the sudden.  His
attention, which had been so focused on me throughout our pool games was
now totally devoted to this girl.
       It was easy to see why; she was as hot as hell.  Great face, perfect
body, tight clothes.  But she looked so young.  I guessed by the fact that
she was swigging a bottle of beer that she was over 21, but she couldn't
have been much older than that.  It was weird and slightly annoying somehow
to think of Syd with girls my age.
       "It's okay, this is our last game," I said to Kelly, knowing we had
agreed that we would leave after we finished it.
       "Oh, you're leaving?" she said, looking oh so disappointed.
       "Nah, we're staying for at least one more.  You can get winner, how
`bout that, darlin?'  Which will soon be me."
       "Perfect!"  She jumped up and down excitedly, bouncing for seemingly
no other reason than to make herself jiggle.  Then she grabbed onto Syd's
bicep.  "Wow, you're strong!  What a big muscle you have there!" she said,
as if she had never felt a muscle before.
       "Gee, thanks darlin.'  Truth be told, I got more than just that big
muscle on my body."
       "Syd, take your shot and get it over with!" I complained.
       He looked back at the table.  "Excuse me darlin,' lemme just finish
this shot."
       "Oh?" she looked down at the table.  "It looks like a hard one to
make.  Which pocket are you going to hit it in?  This one over here?"  She
walked over to the side pocket.
       "Nope, that one over there," he said, pointing at the corner.
       She trotted to that pocket.  "Right here?"
       "You got it, honey."
       She leaned over the pocket.  "Come on baby, I'm your good luck
charm," she said.  "You can make it in the hole!"  The way she was leaning,
her low-cut cleavage was on full display, right over the pocket.
       Syd concentrated on lining up his shot.  He made it right as Kelly
bounced her breasts over the pocket.
       He whiffed, sending the white ball too far to the right and totally
missing his pocket.
       "Lord, damnit!" Syd yelled, even more of a sore loser than I was.
       "Oh no!"  Kelly yelled.  "Don't worry, you'll get it next time."
She gestured towards her beer.  "I need another, I'll be right back, and
then I want to play you!" she said, pointing at Syd.
       She trotted off, and Syd looked from her curvaceous butt, snug tight
in her short shorts, back to the table.  "That last shot should not count.
I was more than a little distracted there."
       "Nah-ah," I said.  "It's not my fault you can't keep your cool when
there is a hot woman around."  I started lining up my next shot.
       "Oh yeah, take your shot while she's gone, like that's fair at all,"
Syd said, apparently believing that I had been as mesmerized by her as he
was.
       I took my shot, landing my last ball in my called pocket, leaving
just the eight ball.
       "Nice, but you didn't follow my advice this time," he said.
       It was true; with all the commotion, I hadn't planned out my next,
final shot.  Now, the eight ball wasn't anywhere near the white ball, and I
really didn't have any obvious option.  Really the only thing I could do
was to plan for a long and complex banked shot, which I knew had little
chance of succeeding.
       "Alright Jakey, it all comes down to this," he said as I leaned down
to take my shot.
       I aimed and I hit the ball with my cue.
       Amazingly, the white ball and the eight ball went through the exact
geometrical lines that I had planed for them.  It really was the perfect
shot.
       Except for one thing.  I hadn't hit the ball hard enough.  I
realized this as the eight-ball rose straight for the pocket, but was
slowing at a pace that clearly would not reach the edge and fall in.
       "Please keep going, please keep going..."
       "It's not gonna help!" Syd said happily.  "It ain't going in!  But
it will set up my shot perfectly!"
       "Please keep going," I continued, focusing on the ball just getting
a little extra push and going in.  "Please keep going."
       Right when it seemed to come to a stop just at the lip of the
pocket, it seemed to get an extra sudden push, and it fell into the pocket.
       I could not believe my eyes.  "Holy crap, did you see that?!" I
asked excitedly.  "I win!  I win!"
       I yawned, feeling a bit bushed.
       Syd was shaking his head.  "Nice try, Jakey, but you can't fool Syd
that easily.  You shook the table to make it fall in."
       "I did not!"
       "You did too!  No way that ball would have ever made it in without
some table-shaking."
       I was outraged.  "I would never!"
       "Hey, I ain't holdin' it against you, it was all very clever."
       Kelly came back right then, holding another beer.
       "Did you win yet, cowboy?" she asked Syd.  "Ready to play with me?"
       "Sure darlin.'"
       "Hold it right there," I said.  "He didn't win, I won."
       "You cheated!"
       "I swear I did not cheat!  I swear on my life!  I would never, ever
cheat, I never have and I never will.  It's just who I am."
       "I don't believe him," Kelly said.
       "Yeah?  I think maybe I do," Syd said.  "I never known him to cheat
or lie or any of that shit."
       "Oh, so that means I have to play you?" she said, looking totally
despondent that she would not get to play with Syd.
       "That's right," I said.  "Why don't you break?" I asked her after I
had set up the balls.
       "Break what?" she asked.
       Oh man, this was going to be a long game.
       "Just hit the triangle of balls over here."
       "Like this?" she asked, leaning over the table with totally the
wrong form with her cue.  "Truth is, I've never done this before.  Can you
tell?"
       "Kind of," I said.
       "Here, let me help you, darlin,'" Syd said, coming to the rescue.
       Instead of just showing her the stance she should be using or
explaining it, he decided to physically move her body himself.  She was
leaning over the table, and he leaned in over her body, practically
spooning her, all in the name of correcting her form.
       "Will you help me shoot?" she asked him.
       He leaned totally against her, his cheek against hers and their arms
stretched out over the table, touching together.
       "Ready?  Go!" he said, and they took the shot together.
       With Syd providing the power, the break was pretty darn successful,
and she even got one in.
       "Yea!" she yelled, giddily bouncing up and down again against Syd.
"Now you have to help me with the next one!"
       "Oh, I won't leave ya, darlin,'" he said.
       They lined up the next shot, and sunk it easily.
       "Now wait a second," I said.  "I just beat you.  I'm supposed to be
playing Kelly on her own, not you as a team."
       "Fine, I'll lay off."
       Kelly was absolutely lost without him.  When she tried to take a
shot, her cue tip missed the white ball.
       I took her out as quickly as possible, wanting the game to end.  Of
course, during the whole time I was taking shots, she was over there
sitting on Syd's lap, laughing at his jokes.
       "Alright game over," I said when I sunk the eight ball.  "Thanks
Kelly, take care."
       As I started to walk towards the door, Kelly finished giving Syd
first her home phone number, then her cell phone, and also her office
phone, just in case he needed to contact her during the day.  They said
their goodbyes, and Syd came trotting out after me, his silly grin still
plastered all over his face.  I don't know why I was annoyed by his antics
as I was.
       When we got home, I was still feeling pretty dirty from the hike, so
I took a long shower.  The hot water felt so great that half way into my
shower I decided to pause my washing and just let the water pour over my
head.  Again my mind drifted, first to thoughts of Viktor, then to thoughts
of Syd, the feeling of his touch in the jacuzzi, how crazy it was to be so
close to someone so incredibly sexy.
       I heard the bathroom door open and I opened my eyes.  To my
surprise, the object of my fantasies came gliding into the bathroom wearing
just his briefs, his smoking body looking as hot as ever.  He hadn't even
knocked, but then he looked at me briefly in the shower through the glass
door.
       "Sorry," he said, hopping towards the toilet.  "I had to piss and
you were taking forever.  I have work in all of ten minutes."
       "Okay," was all I said, a little dumbstruck and embarrassed.
       The toilet was right next to the shower, and the shower door was
clear glass, so really the two of us were standing right beside each other.
I saw him reach with his hand into his fly and pull out his circumcised
dick, which, as I saw before, was so huge flaccid, a big floppy piece of
meat.  He aimed the tool towards the toilet and let loose.  He was sort of
shutting his eyes like the bright bathroom light was bothering him, so I
figured it was safe to stare.  His dick was so beautiful, that even with
the arch of yellow coming out of it, I wanted so much to touch it.  He
wasn't kidding about really having to piss; he seemed to go on and with it,
and I got my share of watching his dick.  When he stopped, he shook his
dick some and I loved to see that huge thing bounce.  Then he slipped it
back in his briefs, flushed the toilet.  By this time I was definitely
getting hard, so I turned my back to him.
       Behind me he said, "Alright, Jakey, don't forget to wash behind your
ears."  Then he left, and shut the door behind him.
       After that I wanted nothing more than to jack off right there, but I
was sure he'd hear me, so I refrained.  When I went back through his room,
he was gone.
       It was about an hour before Syd was supposed to come home that I got
a call on my cell from Viktor.
       "I'm in town," he said.  "Where the hell are you staying?"
       "Hi Viktor.  You're in Tahoe?  Why?"
       "I got a hotel room, figuring I could use the getaway.  And it makes
a really good excuse to get together with you."
       I had been looking forward to seeing Syd when he came home from
work, but that was silly; after all he always went out on dates of his own.
I was beginning to think like a lonely housewife.  I needed to get away
from Syd, and I had been wanting to see Viktor again.
       I consented and gave him my address.  I wrote a note for Syd telling
him, honestly enough, that I had a date.  Viktor knocked on the front door
when I was signing my name.
       I opened the front door.  He was standing there, his arms up, hands
holding the doorframe.  Viktor was the only one I knew who wore sunglasses
at night, not for any functional reason, but just as an accessory.
       "Hello, sweetheart," he said.  "Aren't you going to invite me in?"
       "Nope, I'd rather not," I said.  "This is Syd's place, not mine."
       He eyeballed the small, sparse cabin.  "Hmm... this place needs
work.  No, scratch that.  This place needs a bulldozer.  I'm shocked it's
not already condemned.  I think your lover forgot about the chic part of
Shabby Chic."
       "He is not my lover."
       "Well, you can do so much better."
       I pushed him out of the doorway, left the place, and locked the door
before turning towards his car in the driveway.
       "Like my ride?" he asked.  It was a polished, new sports car that
was completely impractical in the off-road kind of streets around Tahoe.
"It's black, to match my clothes.  And my pubes."
       "To match your soul, too," I joked.
       "Ha, no kidding."
       We got in the car, and Viktor started to tear down the streets.  "I
can't wait to show you my hotel room.  It has a lake view."
       "How about dinner first?" I suggested.  "I'm starving."
       "I like my men with an appetite.  If you want to eat, we'll eat."
       Viktor chose a diner, seemingly at random, that was off the beaten
path, away from the touristy areas.  It was a greasy spoon kind of place
with little ambience, but was quite busy, clearly popular with the locals.
       When we walked in, everyone turned to look at Viktor.  His look was
not typical Tahoe fare.  Instead of feeling self-conscious about it, Viktor
seemed to drink up the attention, loving it.
       The hostess put us in a booth and sat us across from each other.
After I searched the menu for something that looked the least bit healthy,
the waitress took my order.
       "Nothing for me, thanks," Viktor said, and the waitress left.
       "You're not eating?" I asked.
       "Nope, actually I just ate."
       "Well, you should have told me!" I said.  "I could have just gotten
something quick in a drive thru."
       "This is better."
       "Won't you at least get something to drink?"
       "Nope, I'm fine."
       My food came amazingly fast, and I started to eat.  Viktor had his
head in his hands, elbows on the table.  I felt something on my leg, and
realized it was his foot.  The guy was playing footsies with me in the
diner, and he was giving me bedroom eyes from across the table.
       "I feel weird about you sitting there, watching me eat like that," I
said.
       "Then I'll move," he said.  He got up and moved over to my side of
the table, pushing me down as he sat down beside me.  "This is how I'm used
to sitting on a dinner date anyway."
       As I ate, Viktor caressed me from the side.  He stroked my face and
my neck with his fingers, very slow and erotically.  Then, shockingly, he
licked me, right under my jawbone.
       Embarrassed, I looked around.  Every eye in the diner was on us, and
there wasn't a sympathetic face in the room.  "We're being watched," I said
quietly.
       "I don't know what they are so interested in.  It's nothing they
haven't seen before."
       I laughed.  "I can think of like 5 things that they've probably
never seen before."
       "What?"
       "Well, first off, there's probably never been a black guy in this
diner.  Second, I doubt there's been anyone who dresses anyway like you.
Third, they've probably never had a gay couple in here before.  Fourth, I
doubt they've ever had anyone holding anybody the way you are doing to me.
And fifth, I'm positive no one has ever licked another customer in here
before."
       "Well, they can go to hell," Viktor said.
       "Yeah, right after they form a white trash mob and lynch us."
       He laughed.  "That sounds kind of sexy, actually."
       I rolled my eyes.  As soon as I had finished my meal, the waitress
brought me the check, clearly eager for us to go.  I paid in cash, and then
we left.
       After dinner he drove us to a scenic point we had passed on our way
to dinner and parked.
       "The view's great from here, isn't it?"
       "Yeah," I said.  Was this view supposed to make me feel romantic?
Oh well, I thought, I wouldn't mind kissing him some more at least.
       When he leaned over to kiss me, he actually started closed mouth,
which was a nice change.  I liked starting slow and gradually moving
forward.  I was truly impressed that he didn't try to grab my crotch or
anything while we were kissing.
       We kissed for awhile before I cut things off, knowing that the one
thing I really wanted to do was to get to know him more.  But as soon as I
had him engaged in a meaningful conversation, the kind that really lets me
know what someone kind of substance someone is made of, he turned on the
car, telling me that he absolutely had to show me the lake view from his
hotel room.
       His hotel was a new, ritzy place along the lake that was well away
from the main casino area.  His room was a swanky suite with several rooms,
each decorated with new, trendy styles.
       "Isn't it nice?" he asked.  "Not exactly my style, but not many
places can pull that off."
       "If we bought some spray-paint and painted everything black, then it
would be a lot more you.  But yes, it's a very nice room."
       He pulled open the heavy curtains, which had been tightly closed.
"See?  The lake."
       I went over to the window and peered and the lake lit up by
moonlight.  "It's very beautiful.  You know, it's even more beautiful in
the daylight."
       "With all those garish colors and blinding lights?  Yuck, I don't
think so."
       He pushed me onto the bed, and started to kiss me again.  I would
have protested, but his kisses were soft and sweet to begin with.  I shut
my eyes, letting my body take over.
       I kissed him back, getting hot with desire.  He put his hands on my
body, rubbing, exploring.  I wrapped my hands around his body.
       His kisses turned stronger, and I responded, kissing him harder.  I
rubbed my tongue over his teeth, exploring his mouth.
       Startled, I pulled away from the kiss, opening my eyes wide.
       "What was that?!" I yelled, shocked.
       "What?"
       "In your mouth.  What did I just feel in your mouth?"
       He didn't answer, so I took my hand and pulled his top lip up.  I
was shocked when my eyes confirmed what my tongue had felt: two sharp
canine teeth.
       I was totally disturbed.  I knew that some people sharpen their
teeth into points, though why anyone would ever want to do that was beyond
me.  I always figured it would end up causing many painful accidents.
       Anyway, Viktor's canines were too large to have been filed sharp.
They were very, very odd.  They looked a little like vampire fangs.
       "What, those?" he said, as nonchalantly as if I had just discovered
an old, forgotten tattoo.  He shrugged.  "Just a couple caps.  I had them
put on a couple years ago when I was going through a particularly, uh,
vamp-y phase.  Don't worry, they are strictly decorative."
       "What?  You just decided to have fangs put on?"
       "Yup.  Aren't they cool?"
       "Not really, I think they are kind of weird," I said.  "I didn't
even know those things were available."
       "Oh yeah, a lot of goths get them nowadays."
       "How come I never saw them on you until tonight?" I asked.
       "I don't know.  I tend not to smile wide around new people so as not
to freak them out.  I've ruined a couple job interviews when I made the
mistake of being too smiley."
       I could see now that the fangs were on the small size, and would
easily be concealed if you weren't smiling.
       "Are they permanent?"
       "I can have them removed," he said.  "But I like them.  You don't
have an issue with them, do you?"
       The way he asked me, it was a bit accusatory, as if me having a
problem with them would be highly prejudiced of me.  "I guess not," I said,
which I thought was an honest answer.  "Let me just get used to them.
Slowly."
       "Sure," he said, and he lowered his head down onto me again,
resuming the kissing.  This time, I ran my teeth over his sharp canines,
trying to get used to them.  There was something slightly more sinister to
Viktor's kissing now that I knew about those fangs, but that didn't keep my
horniness at bay when we really started making out again.
       His hands moved over my body, and my hands did the same to his.  The
air was thick with passion, and it felt like nothing could have destroyed
that moment.
       Except Viktor always found a way to destroy romantic moments.
       One second, I was enjoying the flavor of his sweet kisses, his hand
on my cheek.  Then, he quickly pulled his body upwards over me until his
crotch was right in my face.  His big, erect dick had been pulled through
his fly, and was now being pushed against my face.  I hadn't even heard him
unzip and pull the thing out.
       Maybe if I had more sexual experience with guys, I would have been
okay with it.  But, I'd never given any guy oral before, and it had to be
something that I eased into, not something that was forced upon me so
abruptly.
       I moved out from under him and sat up.
       "I want you to drive me home now," I said, trying not to be angry.
       "You're leaving?  Right now?  Come on!"
       "Yes, I'm leaving, I'm sorry."
       "But I got this room just for you!"
       I shook my head.  "No, you got this room for you."
       "Come on, just stay over," he said.  "Why do you want to return to
that pigsty of a shack you're staying in, just to sleep on some hard couch
that is probably infested with bed bugs?"  He gestured around the room.
"You can stay here with me instead.  For the whole weekend."
       "I really do appreciate that," I told him.  "But I'm supposed to be
visiting this guy, he's family.  I couldn't rightfully stay here, and his
place really isn't that bad."
       He rolled his eyes but said nothing.
       "Please, just take me home."
       "Alright."  He tucked his dick back through his fly, and stood up.
       We drove to Syd's mostly in silence.  As he pulled up to the house,
I looked over at him.  "I want to see you again, Viktor," I said.  "And
this time, I'm not going to make the mistake of making out with you.  I
want to use our next date to really get to know you.  I'm going to have a
lot of questions to ask."
       "Sounds like an interrogation," he said.
       "Hey, this is only the third time I've seen you.  If we can just get
past the basic get-to-know-you phase, if there's still mutual chemistry, I
promise the physical stuff will be really passionate.  Those are my terms."
       "Let me think about it," he said.
       I kissed him goodnight, got out of his car, and he drove off.
       Inside the house, I found Syd finishing up cleaning his dishes from
dinner.
       "Hey Jakey," he said.  "You're home early.  Did you have a good time
with your lady?"
       "It was... frustrating," I said.
       He snickered.  "Ah, one of THOSE kinds of dates.  It's been a while
since I've been frustrated like that, but it has happened.  I feel for
you."  It was obvious that Syd assumed I was saying I had been frustrated
because my date had refused to put out.  That couldn't have been further
from the truth.  "Well, it's still early in the night.  You want to do
anything with your Uncle Syd?"
       He turned to face me, and I noticed that his cowboy shirt was
totally unbuttoned this time.  The mounds of his thick pecs, covered with
his soft blonde chest hair, with those sweet, hard nipples, teased me
mightily.  His six-pack abs, with that blonde treasure trail running around
his navel.  Because the jeans were pulled down, his hips were visible, and
that wonderful muscle in between a guys hips and obliques, that muscle was
so pronounced on Syd.
       "So?" he asked me.
       That's right, Syd had asked me a question.  And the real answer was
that I wanted to do PLENTY with Syd, only I knew that was absolutely off
limits.  "I really need to let off some steam.  Is that gym still open in
the evening?" I asked.
       "Sure, it's open pretty late."
       "Then I want to drive myself down there and hit a workout, I think."
       "Yeah," Syd said.  "I'll come with you.  I've been needing a good
workout."
       Hmm.  I had been hoping to get a workout in by myself, so that I
could really just think.  But, I didn't have the heart to brush Syd off
like that.  So, we drove off together towards the town, and checked into
Syd's gym, which was almost completely empty at that time.
       The men's locker room only had a couple other guys in it when we
walked in.  I had gone in first, so I chose a locker for myself along the
wall.  Syd, following me, chose a locker a few feet away on the same wall.
We changed side by side, and when I looked at him after pulling on my
workout shirt, I could see that he was dressed only in his jockstrap again.
God, he looked so good in that thing; the pouch of the jock was so filled
up with Syd's ample dick and balls that I couldn't imagine how it managed
to cover him.
       It honestly made me sad when he pulled his gym shorts on and threw
on his white tank.
       Syd worked out a lot harder during the workout than he did the last
time.  It seemed to have something to do with the fact that there weren't
any attractive women around to distract him.  One thing still did distract
him though; himself.  If there was any way he could do the exercise in
front of the mirror, he would, watching himself intently with each
movement.  He had this intense look on his face that was somehow very
sexual.  In between sets, he had no problem walking over to the mirror and
flexing his bis, admiring himself.  Or lifting his tank up and flexing his
ripped abs.  It seemed that Syd admired his looks almost as much as I did.
       Syd's physique hadn't changed in all the years I knew him, so I was
sure he must have been constantly in the gym.  A lot of people who were
once fit and trim in their young years become sedentary and lose their
bodies as they get older.  I wondered if this would too happen to Syd one
day, then I ruled it out.  Syd wasn't just a womanizer who wanted to be
with as many hot women as possible.  He was the type who also needed to be
the woman's fantasy as well.  Letting himself go was not even an option for
him, and if fate ever intervened and made him lose the body, I could not
imagine him continuing his philandering ways.  Womanizing would stop being
pleasurable to him if he stopped being able to provide the ultimate
pleasure for the women.  Because of that, the thought of him hiring a
prostitute to satisfy his horniness seemed incomprehensible to me.
       I too was concerned about keeping fit, and I was determined never to
let myself go as I aged, but I made a mental note never to fall into the
same vain trap that Syd had made for himself.  I knew that even if I was
the last person on earth, I would still exercise.  Because I did it for my
own benefit, not for anyone else's.
       After the workout, we went back into the men's locker room, which
was this time completely empty.  Syd threw off his tennis shoes.  He pulled
off his shirt, leaving his ripped, taut torso exposed, the ridges of his
upper body glistening with sweat and the veins on his muscles popping.
       Syd pulled down his gym shorts, leaving only his jock on.  I stared
at his white jockstrap, realizing that somewhere during the course of his
workout, his dick had come out the side of the pouch, and was hanging idly
to the right, totally exposed.  I wasn't the least bit surprised, as that
jock seemed too small to hold his huge penis.  It was totally hot to see it
flopping out like that, though Syd seemed totally oblivious.
       He ripped off the jock, leaving him blissfully nude.  He walked
towards the mirrored wall to my left.
       Syd looked at himself in the glass.  "Damn!" he said.  He started to
flex his muscles as he watched himself.  He whistled.  "I am one good
lookin' sonofabitch."
       "Don't get too carried away with your modesty over there, Syd," I
joked.
       He laughed.  "I look too good for this to go to waste," he said.  He
licked his hand and used his wet palm to tame his unruly hair.  Then he
grabbed his phone out of his gym bag and returned to the mirror, flipping
it up and aiming it at his reflection.  "Need some new images for the ol'
online profile."
       He looked down at his camera as he held it out in front of him.  The
way he was holding it, it seemed like he was taking a pic just of his wet,
ripped upper body and head.  He gave a charming, closed mouth smile.  I
heard the electronic snap of the photo being taken.
       Then, still smiling, he titled the camera down just enough to get
about half of his thick dick in the picture, and took another snap, still
smiling and looking at the phone.
       He stepped back from the mirror to get a larger shot, this time
getting from about his knee to above his head.  He had his body slightly
titled this time, with this right side closer to the mirror than the left,
and his right hand reaching in front of him with the mirror.  In between
his pecs, I saw a trickle of sweat run down his chest, then through the
crevasse where his abs all met, finally settling around his belly button
and treasure trail.  His sandy blonde bush looked unruly, and could have
used a wet palm or two as well. His perfect dick, coming out from beneath
that bush, was bigger than most hard penises, yet was totally soft.  It
stuck out enough to the left so that his huge balls were visible.  It was
completely amazing.
       This time, he dropped the smile, and adopted a serious, sexy look
with his sultry eyes.  I heard the photo click.
       He got up closer to the mirror and turned so his left side faced it,
with his upper body twisted enough to the left so that it was less at a
profile than his lower body.  He seemed to be aiming for a pic that was
just from the chest down, and I could see why he thought that would make a
good shot.  With his lower body to the side, you could see the cleft muscle
of his hott left buttcheeck, as well as the great muscle above his left
hip, and his ripped obliques.  More importantly, under his bushy blonde
pubes, his beyond thick dick was in profile, laying at it's soft rest at
about a 15 degree angle from his body.  The perfect shape of his huge
mushrrom head shone off nicely at this angle, and his massive left ballsack
curved under his perfect dick.  I heard another snap.

       "That should do me for a while," he said, admiring the pic he took
on his camera.  "The ladies are gonna eat this stuff up."
       Syd grabbed his towel and headed straight for the showers, so I
finished undressing and followed suit.
       As I walked into the shower area, which was just as deserted as the
rest of the gym, I walked past the only stall that was currently running
water and knew it had to be Syd's.  I noticed that he had his shower
curtain pulled open.  He stood there in the water, not washing, but staying
totally relaxed, just enjoying the hot water.  He had his eyes shut, and it
afforded me a few moments where I was really free to just look at him and
marvel at his beauty.
       He was in profile, his left side facing me.  His whole body was
tilted forward, towards the wall in front of him.  He had his right arm
raised above his head, his forearm against the shower wall.  His face
pointed downwards and the top of his head leaned against the wall.
       Water was pouring on the back of his head.  It ran down the sides of
his head and over his face.  From this profile, with his stillness, I could
see just how perfect that ruggedly handsome face was.  Water dripped off
his beautiful nose and his sexy, open lips.
       The water that fell off his face ended up landing on his huge penis,
which was equally as much a work of art as his face, and easy to enjoy from
this angle.  It hung down and a little bit outwards, the tannish pink skin
glistening in the water.  Beneath his delicious looking, brownish-purple
mushroom head, the water fell off the end of of his dick tip and poured
down to the ground.  I got the urge to crawl under him, open my mouth, and
catch all of the water that was pouring off his monster dick.
       I kept moving, knowing he could open his eyes at any time, and found
a shower stall of my own.  By the time I finished, he was already dressed.
I threw on my clothes and we were off.
       It was bedtime by the time we got home.  Syd thanked me for a great
workout and headed into his room.  I went to bed.  The workout had grinded
away the tension that had remained after my date with Viktor, but Syd's
increasing casualness with nudity was not helping decrease my libido.  I
fell asleep, just as sexually frustrated as ever.


       DECEMBER 17th


       That day I went out looking for stores; I wanted to buy Syd a
Christmas present.  I had already bought my brother a video game for
Christmas, and my mom a nice sweater, both of which I had shipped home.  I
still had some leftover money, and I figured I was saving money by staying
here for free with Syd, so I could afford a respectable present for him.
       I drove around, but couldn't find any decent stores to shop at.
Every place I visited seemed like a tourist trap kind of place, and I
couldn't find anything that seemed appropriate for Syd.
       I gave up when evening arrived, and when I came home Syd's car was
in the driveway.  When I went inside, Syd was running around the place.
       "Hey Jakey," he said.  "Got a date tonight.  We'll be going out to
dinner and then to a bar, so I ain't gonna be home until late."
       "Sounds like fun," I said, but really I felt let down.  I was hoping
to spend time with him.
       "Here's the good news: I worked hard so I could take tomorrow off.
I'm planning to spend every second of it with you, as long as you don't
have anything better to do."
       "Awesome.".
       "I ordered a pizza for you.  There's money on the table."
       "Oh, thanks a lot, Syd."
       "Shit I'm late.  I still need to shower."
       He rushed into his bedroom.
       "Syd, could I ask you some questions about the area?"
       "Yeah, Jakey, just come in, I'm in a rush."
       I pushed his door open but didn't see anyone.
       "Syd?"
       "I'm in the bathroom."
       The bathroom door was ajar, so I peeked inside.  Syd had taken his
cowboy hat off, removed his boots and socks, and unzipped his jeans.  As I
came in, his back was to me, and he was pulling his arms out of the sleeves
of his shirt.  He let the shirt fall to the ground, exposing his ripped,
tan back.  Then, used his large hands to push the jeans down all the way,
reminding me again that he went commando while he worked as his butt came
into view, as perfectly taut as ever.
       "Oh, sorry," I said, embarrassed as I stepped out of the bathroom.
He must have wanted me to talk with him from the bedroom.
       "Don't be ridiculous, Jake, I'm getting in the shower, I won't be
able to hear you from out there!  You're too polite, get in here."
       With trepidation I stepped back into the bathroom.  He was
completely nude, his back to me as he turned on the water in the shower.
My eyes immediately went to his perfect tan butt.  I raised them as soon as
I noticed him turning his head back to face me.
       "That's better.  I mean, I've seen you naked; really it's no big
deal.  We're just guys."  I figured he meant that because we were both
heterosexual males, there was no point in being modest.  If he only knew.
       He stepped into the shower, his huge dick weaving and bobbing as he
did so, and stood under the water.  I looked at his balls; they were very
large and hung low, getting lower as the hot water started hitting them.
       He squirted shampoo in his hand and lathered up his hair with both
hands, causing both arms to be upraised and flexed as he worked, looking
very, very sculpted.  He lathered up his face with soap and washed behind
his ears before rinsing his head off in the shower, opening his eyes again
to look at me.
       I figured I should start talking to avoid anymore awkwardness than
there already was.  "I wanted to do some shopping today, but couldn't find
any decent stores."
       He turned to face me as he started lathering his right armpit,
flexing his arms as he did so, his bis hardening as they grew, his pit hair
darkening and clumping together as they moistened.  "What was wrong with
them?"  He lathered up his huge pecs, his fingers encircling his erect
nipples, his chest hair matting under the suds.  He traced his soapy hands
down into his abs, tracing every ripped valley and ridge of his six pack.
His treasure trail clumped wetly to his body.
       "They were all souvenir shops.  I want to go to real, normal shops."
       "What are you wanting to buy?" he asked. He was soaping up his left
armpit now.  His left arm looked even more muscular as he held it up,
flexed.
       I had to think of something besides letting him know that I was
trying to buy him a present.  "I need some more clothes," I tried.  Man, I
had always been a terrible liar, so unlike my mischievous little brother.
       "You're welcome to use any of my clothes you need, Jakey."  He
started soaping up his butt now, rubbing fast.  He soaped up his meaty
thighs, hairy calves, and big feet.  Hmm, that left one more body part.
       "You and I aren't exactly the same size," I said.
       "No, I guess not."  He used both hands to soap up his thick blonde
pubes, rubbing the lather into them with his fingers.  Then, he lowered his
right hand onto his huge phallus, massaging the soap into it, getting it
really darn clean as he rubbed and rubbed, before soaping up his hanging
balls.
       I caught myself looking at his dick as he massaged the soap into it,
and locked eyes with him.
       Did he notice me looking?  I didn't think so.  "Tell me which
direction you went today," he asked.
       As I relayed to him where I went, he finished his fast shower.  He
turned off the water, grabbed his towel, and started to carefully wipe down
his whole body.  God, how much I wished I was that towel.  He dried his
hair and face quickly, then patted down his arms and armpits, dried off his
back and butt, then rubbed his chest hair dry. He wiped off his dick and
balls last, putting his foot up on the shower rim so he could spread his
legs wide for easy access.  This left his dick and balls just dangling in
the air.  He took special care wiping his dick off, making sure it was
totally dry.  When he was done, he tossed me his towel.
        "Could you hang that up, please?" he asked.  I wanted to hang up
the towel he was just rubbing his dick on over my head.  Instead I put it
on the towel rack behind me.
       Syd stepped out of the shower and stepped towards the sink.  He
wiped the steam off the mirror and started to lather up his shaving cream.
From where I was standing, I could see his great butt and ripped back, but
I could also see his front through the mirror.  He locked eyes with his
reflection as he lathered up his face with a very elegant horsehair brush.
"You need to go south, that's where all the shopping is."  He started to
give me directions as he shaved.
       I noticed that the sink counter only reached his upper thighs, which
meant his dick and balls were sort of resting on the counter, sprawled out
to his left, as if they were displayed on a platter for me.  They looked
so, so hot like that.
       As he shaved, I watched some of the wetter white suds on his throat
break off from the ticker suds and drip down Syd's neck, moving along his
clavicle, and trailing down the center of Syd's pecs.  The drop moved into
the crevasse of his abs, curling around his belly button, going through his
treasure trail, and finally ending up in Syd's blonde pubes.
        "Look, kiddo, if you just wait until tomorrow, I can take you there
personally."  As he talked, a large drop of lather mixed with shavings fell
off Syd's chin and landed right on Syd's dick, which was not surprising,
considering how big of a target that thing was, as well as the fact that he
had it sprawled out on the counter.  This time, Syd noticed this drip.
       "Oops," he said.  He wet his right hand, looked down at his dick,
and started rubbing the thing up and down with water, cleaning all the
shavings off real well before going back to his shaving.
       I had almost forgot that Syd had just asked me a question.  "Uh, no,
I'd rather do it tonight.  Thanks."
       I was getting hard again, so I slipped out of the room while I still
had some dignity left.  A few minutes later he came out dressed in blue
jeans with an ample buckle, a tucked in red cowboy shirt, and his boots and
hat.  He vaguely smelled of his cheap cologne.
       "How do I look?" he asked.
       "Very good."
       "See?  I can clean myself up when I want to.  Wish me luck, Jakey.
Ha, like I need luck."  He left the house quickly and drove off in his
truck.
       The pizza came soon after that, and when I had finished eating, I
went back to my quest of finding a present for Syd, this time with his
directions.  I found the shops easily.  I parked my car at the back of a
huge parking lot and went inside a shoe store.  I bought Syd a nice pair of
hiking boots, figuring there was nothing he needed more.  I left the store
with a sense of accomplishment.
       As I was walking back down the street towards my car, I heard a
noise behind me.  I turned, but nothing was there.  The street was empty
except for me and a good amount of eerie darkness.  I resumed walking, and
again heard a sound, like the quick shuffle of feet.  I looked around, but
there was nothing.
       By this time I was creeped out.  I walked faster, having bad
flashbacks to my recent run-ins with bears and wolves, even though I knew
of course that those animals would never set foot into town.
       When I got to my car, I fumbled in my pocket for my keys.  Out of
the corner of my eye, I thought I saw a person moving through two cars a
ways ahead of me.  But when I looked up, there was no one anywhere around
there.
       I got in the car and locked my doors.  I drove off quickly, even
though my rationality quickly assured me that I was just imagining things.
Unfamiliar places always seem a little creepy at night, I thought.
       When I got home I got ready for bed and read for a while in my
sleeping bag on the couch.  I fell asleep before Syd returned.
       At around one I woke up when I heard a car drive into the driveway,
but it didn't sound like Syd's truck.  At first I thought it might be Syd's
date, coming over for the night and beating him to the house.  But then I
heard a door open while the car was still running, footsteps, and then
another door opening.
       A man's voice said, "Let me help you, sir."
       And then Syd's voice, "Thank you."
       Worried, I jumped up and ran out of the house in just my shorts.
The cold was hit me right away, and then I saw that the car was a cab, and
the driver was supporting Syd and was walking towards me.
       "Syd, you okay?" I asked.
       "He's way passed drunk," said the driver.
       "I'll take him," I said.  I grabbed Syd's arm and put it over my
shoulder.  He was still walking, although not too well.
       "Jakey..." he said, then trailed off.
       I smiled at the driver.  "Sorry about this."
       "No problem, he's a nice guy.  Tipped well."
       The cab driver drove off as I dragged him inside and set him on the
couch, having bad flashbacks of my dad coming home drunk after too much
partying and having a wicked mean streak.  I took Syd's cowboy hat off and
put it aside.
       "Fun night, Syd?" I asked as I saw him come around a bit.
       He looked at me intensely for a second, and then leaned in and
hugged me tight, surprising me with his affection, but of course I soaked
it in.  "I'm sorry, Jakey.  I've let you down."  He was slurring badly.
"After everything with your dad."
       "Syd, I don't care.  My dad verbally abused us when he was drunk,
you wouldn't do that."
       "I'd never do that, ever," he said, sticking his face into my bare
chest.  He started to pass out, I think, and then he caught himself.
"Could you help me to bed, Jake?
       "Of course."
       I lifted him off the couch and pulled him into his bedroom, his feet
half stumbling, half dragging along with me.  I put him on his bed, and he
fell back into it immediately.  I took off his cowboy boots, then started
unbuttoning his shirt.  He was bare-chested underneath, and I loved
unbuttoning lower and lower until I was able to spread his shirt wide open
and pull it off.
       I wasn't sure about his jeans.
       "Syd, do you want your jeans off?"
       "Yeah, they're the good ones," he managed to say.
       I unbuckled his belt and then unbuttoned his fly and zipped the
zipper down.  I started pulling his pants down, but in the process his
briefs slipped down as well.  When I took his pants off completely, his
briefs were hanging just so the base of his dick and his pubes were
visible.  I grabbed the sides of them, and slipped them back on, rubbing my
hands slowly up his bare hips as I did so.  I figured then I might as well
take off his socks, so I did, revealing his big, manly feet.  I was a
little sad when I finished undressing him.
       I started to put his covers over him when he stirred again.  "Jake,
I gotta piss bad."
       Uncertain, I answered, "Okay," and sat him upright.  I pulled him up
off the bed, and once again supported his arm, with my arm around his hot,
bare back.  I could feel his back muscles flex and release as we moved.
The skin on the side of his torso rubbed against my skin, and I could feel
his armpit hair tickling the back of my neck.
       When we got to the toilet, I put up the seat, and supported him.  He
fumbled for the fly of his briefs without even opening his eyes, but
couldn't get his hand in.
       "Help," he said, putting more weight on me.
       It would be my guilty pleasure, I thought.  I was holding him up
with my left arm, so with my right hand, I reached around to his briefs,
and hesitated.  Gathering my resolve, I stuck my hand into the fly, and
immediately met the base of his soft, massive dick, surrounded by scratchy
pubic hairs.
       Oh my goodness, it was a dream come true to touch him there finally.
His dick skin felt so smooth and warm, perfect.
       I slowly slid my hand down his shaft, enjoying every vein along his
massive, massive stalk.  Finally I reached the mushroom head, which I
cupped with my hand for a second, and then pulled upwards, and out through
the fly.  God, it was even more beautiful when I could see it out in the
open.  I wrapped my hand around the stalk and I aimed his dick at the
toilet.
       "Go ahead," I said.
       Without opening his eyes, he started to piss.  It was the most
amazing sensation to hold another guy's penis while he pissed.  I could
even feel the strength of the current running inside his dick in my hand,
and was careful not to miss-aim.  The piss smelled strongly of beer, and
his stream was really powerful; I wondered how far he would be able to piss
with that equipment.  He pissed for a long while too, much to my enjoyment.
       He opened his eyes briefly, and looked at me.  "You're the best,
kiddo," he said, and twisted slightly so he could hug me, his palm running
down from my shoulder and stopping on my nipple.  I had to adjust quickly
to make sure not to spill.  Needless to say I was tenting my shorts, but I
knew he was too messed up to notice.
       After he finished, I shook him off several times for good measure,
making his long dick really whip around, thinking that thing could be a
dangerous weapon in the wrong hands.  Then I gently placed his dick back
through his fly.  When I removed my hand from it, I was sad not to have its
touch.
       I led Syd back into bed and put his covers over him.
       "Goodnight, Syd," I said, but there was no response.  He was out
cold.
       When I got back into my sleeping bag, my hard-on was still there.  I
smelled my right hand--there was a vague manly smell there.  Frustrated
even further, I balled my hand into a fist and hit the back of the couch.
I eventually fell asleep.


       DECEMBER 17th


       The next morning, I woke up at my normal time, but Syd showed no
sign of life.  After getting dressed, I couldn't ignore my bladder anymore,
so I went to Syd's door and knocked gently.  I heard no response, so I let
myself in, figuring he was still passed out from last night's booze.
       Syd was indeed still sleeping, though somewhere in the night he had
both pushed his covers off of himself and taken off his briefs, because he
remained, completely nude, on his bed.  The morning light once again came
in through his windows, basking him in sweet, soft light.  I stood there,
admiring his sweet body from his side.
       He lay on his back, with his far hand under the back of his head,
and his near arm folded neatly over his chest, almost looking like his
fingers had been playing with his nipple or his chest hair.  His far leg
was raised upwards and resting on the footboard.  His close leg was hanging
off the bed.  This meant his legs were spread, giving me a great view of
his dick.  Underneath his thick blonde pubic patch, his long dick was
hanging to his right, towards me, almost beckoning me.  It was leaning on
his right thigh, totally laid out in front of me for my enjoyment.
       I took my piss and then left the room quietly.
       He didn't come out of his room until noon that day.  He had put a
pair of briefs on, though they weren't pulled up all the way, showing off
his cute blonde pubes.
       I was eating a bowl of cereal at the table.  He looked stern.  I
figured, now that he was sober, he wasn't at all pleased at what went on
between us the night before.  I braced myself for some harsh, but well
earned words.
       He pulled up a chair.  "Mind if I join you?" he asked.  I nodded,
not looking up from my cereal.  "About last night."  He covered his face
with his hands then and leaned back, groaning, obviously too embarrassed to
even bring up what I had done to him.  "It was inexcusable.  I shouldn't
have gotten that drunk, and I'm damn lucky that I had you to take care of
me like that."  Whoa, I had totally misread him.  "It won't happen again."
       I looked at him and said between bites of cereal.  "Syd, you're
blowing this way out of proportion.  It was no big deal."
       "Really?  You don't mind?"
       "Really, I don't.  And if it happens again, I really don't care in
the slightest.  I am an adult now."
       He smiled at me gratefully and clutched my knee with his hand under
the table.
       That day Syd was pretty hung over so we just took it easy.  He was
feeling better by evening, though, so I asked him what he wanted to do.
       "Ya know what, Jakey?" he asked.  "I thought maybe we could go into
town and pick up a Christmas tree for the house.  Wadya say?"
       I couldn't have agreed more, so we left for South Lake Tahoe.
       In the truck he turned on his country music station and sang along
and slapped his knee as we bumped down the road.
       "Let's get something to eat first," he said.
       We ate at a pub in town.  The atmosphere was dark but the food was
agreeable.
       "We should go skiing again," he said while we were waiting.  "How
`bout going the day before Christmas Eve?"
        "Sounds good.  I was thinking about trying snowboarding this time."
       "I do not know how to snowboard."
       "Yeah right," I said, remembering him downplaying his skiing skills.
"I'll bet you can outperform Shaun White."
       He shook his head.  "Nope, really, I've never done it.  I'll tell
you what, we'll both rent snowboards and we'll learn together."
       Sounded good to me.  "Alright, I can't wait."
       After we had paid and were leaving the pub, Syd said, "Hey, I've got
to run a quick errand before we go down to the lot."
       "Okay, where to?"
       "It's something I gotta do on my own."  At this time of year you
don't question statements like this.  "How about I drop you off at the lot
and then I'll meet you back there in a little bit?"
       "The lot's only a couple blocks away, I'll just walk."
       "Are you sure?"
       "Yeah, just come and find me."
       The street was busy with shoppers as I walked towards the tree lot.
The lot was huge, filled with mostly large trees.  Rows and rows of them
stretched back for many yards.  The front of the lot was busy with people
claiming trees for themselves, so I wandered towards the back where there
were fewer shoppers.
       I started thinking about how big the tree should be.  Really Syd's
house was too small for anything large.
       After I'd been looking for the right tree for while, I noticed
another shopper following me through the lanes of trees.  I stopped walking
and looked back at him.  He was a white guy, tall, husky, and unshaven in a
large brown, dirty looking jacket.  He was looking right at me, no
expression on his face.
       "Can I help you with something?"  I asked.
       He let loose a quick, forced smile and walked towards me.  "Yeah,
buddy," he said.  "I need help carrying my tree to my car."
       I was obviously suspicious.  "Which tree is yours?"
       He pointed to a large tree to my left.  "That one."
       I found it unlikely that the tree I happened to be standing by was
his tree.  "The lot workers are supposed to carry your tree for you."
       "I can't find them, they're gone."
       "I'll find them for you.  You just wait here."
       I turned to walk towards the front of the lot, but he grabbed my
shoulder from behind and whipped me around.  I was too shocked to react.
He grabbed onto my shirt and pulled me towards him, his mouth forming a
menacing, toothy grin.
       "I could kill you right here," he said, completely out of the blue.
       "What do you want from me?"
       "Stop teasing me."  He let go of me.  "Hit me, let's see what you
can do."
       I just stood there, terrified.  This guy was much bigger than I was.
       "Just as I thought, you ain't got shit, weak man."
       He punched me hard in the gut, causing me to keel over in pain.  I
was knocked me out of my shock and I pushed him away from me, but he
grabbed me by the collar of my jacket and lifted me up.
       "Help!  Someone!" I shouted.
       He seemed to find my pleas amusing, and he pulled his fist back,
ready to punch me in the face.
       Syd came out behind a row of trees and knocked the guy off me.  I
landed back on my feet as Syd knocked the guy in the stomach, and then
kicked him as he lay on the ground.
       "What the hell do you think you're doing!?" Syd shouted as the guy
stumbled back to his feet.
       The guy glared wickedly at Syd, but didn't try anything further.  He
turned around and ran off towards the street, with Syd chasing after him
for a bit before coming back to me.
       Syd looked me over anxiously, put his hand on my cheek.  "Are you
okay, Jakey?" he asked me.
       "Yeah, I'm fine.  Thank goodness you came when you did.  I think we
should have that guy arrested," I said.  "He's clearly psychotic.  What,
does he just sit in Christmas tree lots, waiting to waylay hapless tree
shoppers?"
       "I think I saw him outside the restaurant when we left it," he said.
"That guy probably followed you here.  Something tells me he wouldn't have
gone to the lot to get a Christmas tree."
       We told the people who owned the lot about the incident, and they
called the police, who arrived shortly and interviewed Syd and myself for
their report.
       "Was there any indication why the guy would attack you?" asked the
police lady.  "Did you provoke him?"
       "Absolutely not," I said.  "I didn't even look at him.  He came up
to me."
       "Did it seem like he was trying to rob you?"
       I shook my head.  "No.  He said he was going to kill me."
       "Huh," she said.  "But he was white.  Did he say anything racist?"
       I shook my head.  "No, he didn't.  But he singled me out just by
looking at me, and my race is the only thing that makes me different from
the other folks here."
       "Well, we can't assume," she said.  "I won't be able to process this
as a hate crime.  Just standard assault and battery."
       As the police left us, I couldn't say I was confident that the
person would be apprehended.  All my confidence in the authorities had been
used up when they had failed to find my attacker in San Francisco, and that
attack had had dozens of witnesses.  This time there were only two of us
who had seen the guy.
       The one good thing that came out of the night was that the tree lot
owners were so apologetic about what happened in their lot, they offered us
a free tree, any size we wanted.
       "Still feel up to getting a tree?" Syd asked.  "I don't know how
festive you're feeling."
       "No, I'm fine," I said, trying to force away the fear and not let it
affect me.  I only half succeeded, but I didn't let on to Syd.  "Sure,
let's get a tree."
       I did feel ten times more secure now that Syd was around, especially
since I now knew the guy could fight, and unlike me, he didn't freeze up in
the face of danger, he leapt straight into action.
       Since it was free, we ended up getting a very attractive tree that
was probably too large for Syd's place.
       It took both of us all our strength to push the tree through the
front door, and once inside, we had to push most of the stuff in his living
room out of the way.  Once we steadied it in its stand and put in some
water, we "decorated" the thing.  We had bought a string of lights when we
were out, and we put it on the tree.  Other than that, we didn't have
anymore decorations to put on it, but neither of us cared that much.
       When we finally had it up and in place, Syd plugged the thing in,
and we turned off the other lights, admiring our creation together.  Syd
put a friendly arm around my shoulder.  "Well, if it ain't starting to look
like Christmas," said, rubbing the back of my neck, which I was loving.
       "It's too big, isn't it?"
       "WAY too big."
       We both laughed.
       Syd had told me before that he had another date that night, but
given everything that happened that night, he wanted to cancel, and just
spend the rest of the evening with me and the Christmas tree.  I declined,
saying I was just fine, and I thought he should for sure go out.
       He was getting dressed when my cell rang with a familiar number.
       "Hi Viktor,"
       "Hey," Viktor said.  "I'm still in town.  Do you still have your
heart set on getting to know me for a while before we screw?"
       "Yes, absolutely." I said.
       "Alright.  Then let's get it over with.  I'll pick you up tonight,
take you to my room where we can talk in private."
       "Sounds good.  Looking forward to it."
       He picked me up from Syd's in the late evening, after Syd had left,
his familiar black sports car making its second appearance into my life.
       We drove back to the same hotel room.  He seemed more serious during
the drive, which was a nice change.
       "Still got the same gorgeous view, I see," I said.  "It'll be nice
to enjoy it while we get to know each other."
       "Why don't you lie down?" he asked me, patting the mattress.  "Enjoy
the views from my comfortable bed."  So much for his subtlety.
       I laughed.  "I spent enough time lying down in your bed last time.
I know where that road leads.  I'll stand, thanks."
       "Here, I got some of your light beers," he said, opening his mini
fridge, extracting a beer bottle, and handing it to me.
       "Do you have a bottle opener?" I asked him.
       "I already opened it."
       That he had.  I took a swig.  It tasted refreshing, so I took a long
drink, and sat down at the little table by the window.  "So, I wanted to
hear about your family."
       "What about them?" he asked, a bit defensively.
       "Where did you grow up?  Do you have any siblings?"
       "My family, they were from Prague.  But I grew up here, in the
states."
       While he explained this to me, I finished my beer.
       "Have another?" I asked.
       "No, that was the only one," he answered.
       "That's okay.  Please, go on.  They way you talk about your family
in the past tense, it sounds like something might have happened to them."
I thought maybe I was breaking through some shield of his, seeing for the
first time a huge sadness that he tried to guard.
       But he didn't answer me, he just looked at me quizzically, as if he
noticed something about my face that he had never seen before.
       "What?" I asked, wiping my mouth with my hand to make sure I wasn't
drooling or anything.
       "Nothing."
       Neither one of us said anything for a second.  Then he said, "I
brought condoms."
       I wasn't sure how to take that, so I just chuckled.  "You're
persistent as hell, aren't you?  Look, we won't be needing condoms
tonight."
       "Good.  I like it bareback too."  This comment might have been funny
if he said it with the slightest bit of humor.  Instead, he said it
completely legitimately.
       I felt creeped out.  This was supposed to be my opportunity to
finally get into his head, which I had explicitly explained to him.  And he
was STILL avoiding my questions and trying to get into my pants.
       A gut feeling took over then, some inner knowledge that Viktor and I
would never, ever match.  We didn't really have any connection outside the
physical, I knew.
       It was sad, but I had to end things now, without stringing him along
any further than I already had.
       "Look, Vik, I really hate to say this, but I always just try to be
honest and upfront.  You're a nice guy, but I just don't see us working out
together.  We don't have much in common except for our mutual hormones."
       "You're breaking my heart," he said sarcastically.
       I started to feel dizzy then.  "Maybe I am a bit tired."  And then I
felt like I had just had my blood drawn: I felt faint.  I walked over to
the bed and stretched out on my back, knowing I needed to lie down.  The
ceiling of the room seemed to be blurring out of my vision.  I shut my
eyes.
       "There we go," he said.  His voice seemed so distant.  I vaguely was
aware of him removing my shoes.  Next thing I remember he was unbuttoning
my pants.  I didn't even react at first.
       I caught myself, alarmed, but wasn't able to sit up.  "What the hell
was in that beer, Viktor?"
       He was pulling my jeans off my feet.  "Just what you needed to
loosen up."
       I felt my boxers removed.  I wanted so badly to sleep.  "Take me
home, Viktor."
       "Fuck, I drove all the way out here."
       I snapped to attention.  "Take me home!"  I punched him in the chin.
My aim was fuzzy but he got the picture.
       "Alright, you fuckin' cocktease, alright."
       I saw him go for his keys.  I tried to stay awake, but I couldn't.
I was out.


       DECEMBER 19th


       I had a splitting headache when I opened my eyes, and my vision was
blurry.  It was definitely daylight.  I was in the house, on the couch.
But all was not normal.  I was lying on top of the couch without my
sleeping bag under me.  I still had on the shirt I wore last night.  And
from the waist down, I was nude.
       I heard what sounded like dishes being moved and realized I was not
alone.  "You up, finally?  Must have been one hell of a night, I didn't
even hear you come in.  But from the looks of things, you enjoyed yourself.
I thought I'd take a page from your dressing habits.  When in Rome..."
       I peered over the back of the couch, and there was Syd, facing me,
dressed in nothing but a tight blue T-shirt with a red Superman insigna on
both sides.
       I cowered behind the back of the couch.  What happened last night
after I passed out?  Did Viktor fuck me?  My butt didn't feel sore or
anything, although I wasn't sure it would.
       I eyeballed the area around the couch for my pants, but didn't see
them.  Syd must have seen me looking.
       "I put your pants and shoes in the bedroom.  They were just tossed
by the door, so I figured that's where you wanted them."
       "Oh, thanks."  Viktor must have carried me inside and just tossed my
clothes on the floor.  Couldn't he have the decency to put them back on me
first?
       Syd seemed to be cooking something.  He had his back to me.  His
bare butt looked darn sexy, like usual.  Two perfectly muscular
half-globes.
       "I think your way of dressing is more comfortable."  He scratched
his fine behind as if to make a point.
       As much as I enjoyed Syd's comical exhibitionism, I needed to get
dressed.  I stood up from the couch, took two steps, and collapsed with
another dizzy spell.
       "Whoa there, cowboy."  Next thing I knew Syd had swooped in from the
kitchen, pulled me back up to a standing position, and was supporting me
with his right arm.  "You're really hung over.  Come to the table."
       His arm wrapped tight around me, he pulled me against his left side
so that I was kind of leaning on him, then slowly started to walk me
towards the table.  My head was hanging down due to my sickness, and I
tilted my head to the left so that it could rest on Syd's chest.
       Goodness, the view from up here was amazing, as I looked directly
down onto Syd's body.  The T-shirt that the left side of my face was
resting against was so tight fitting, it showed off every muscle of his
six-pack.  .  The bottom of the shirt came a couple of inches beneath his
belly button, leaving the bottom of his treasure trail and his gorgeous
blonde pubic patch completely out in the open.  At the bottom of his pubes,
the huge base of his dick, looking as thick as a beer can, jutted outward
from his body before curving down towards the ground.  Syd's dick never
seemed to shrivel up to tiny proportions like a lot of dicks did when they
were soft.  Instead of turning wrinkly and small, his dick stayed
beautifully filled out and smooth, even though it was totally limp.
Wondrously, at the far end of that dick stalk that seemed like it would
never end, I could make out the lip of his pink mushroom tip.  I could also
see his right ballsack, hanging loose and heavy beneath his dick.
       To each side of his huge penis I could see his muscled thighs, and
though they mostly covered up the sight of his calves, his sexy big bare
feet were easy to see as he used them to take one step after another.  My
skin wasn't numb enough for me not to be completely aware of feel the bare
side of his left buttock rub against my right.  The best part of this
situation, however, was watching his dick from just a couple feet away as
Syd dragged me forward.  The meaty unit bounced around with each step, and
there was so much weight to it that once it was moving, it bounced around
quite a bit before coming to a stop.  Even his hanging ballsack was
bouncing as we walked.
       We made it to the table much more quickly than I would have liked,
considering how much fun the journey was.  He wasted no time sitting me
down in the kitchen chair.  The cold wood felt weird against my bare butt.
       "Are you gonna puke?" he asked.
       "No," I said.  "I just feel dizzy."
       "You need to eat.  I made some eggs and toast."
       He put a plate in front of me and I began to eat.  He grabbed a
plate for himself and sat down across from me.
       "It always comes down to this when guys live together.  Things start
out civilized, but eventually we become lazy.  Familiar I guess.  If you're
friends with the guy, than who cares about clothes?  It's more comfortable
without them and there's less laundry to do."  He stabbed a piece of
sausage into his mouth.
       "Mmm-hmm," I answered, barely paying attention.  My head was still
swimming.  I started having trouble seeing my plate of breakfast.  "Ugh, I
think I need to lie down again."
       He stood up from the table as I did, and sure enough, I was still
too wobbly to walk.  "God, kid, how much did you drink last night?"  He
held me around the waist and led me back to the couch, where I sat back
down at one end.
       While Syd was cleaning up in the kitchen, I started thinking about
Viktor.  I could call the police and have him arrested, but of course he
knew I wouldn't because I was still in the closet to Syd.  I wanted to call
him up and speak my mind, but what good would that do?  No, there was no
point.  He was a mistake on my part, someone who I never trusted but was
motivated to pursue purely out of lust.  Never let lust rule you, I
reminded myself.  Lust never leads you anywhere good.
       Syd walked over to the couch in front of me still wearing nothing
but his tight blue shirt that came down to his pubes, his soft dick and
balls swinging as he walked.  "How do you feel now?"
        "Awful."
       He absentmindedly reached down and scratched under his balls.  I
wanted it to be me doing the scratching.  He looked at me in perplexity and
took his hand off his balls.  "Whoa, I didn't notice before what a real
mess you're in.  Look at yourself."
       He pointed to my mid-section, and I looked down at myself.  My heart
sunk in shame.  All over the top of my pubes, my stomach, and my shirt was
a crusty white substance that couldn't have been anything but dried semen.
"Oh, crap," I said.
       "I know what that is.  Boy, Jakey, you had a better time last night
than I thought."  He smiled and slapped me on the shoulder.
       How did this happen?  Did I have some sort of drug-induced wet dream
and not wake up?  Or did this happen before I was put to bed?  Was this my
own semen, or was it Viktor's?
       I knew right then that I wanted it off me.  It was making me
nauseous.  "I need to take a shower."  I put my feet down on the floor.
       "You'd better just take it easy for now."
       "No, I need to get it off me."  I stood up, took two steps towards
the bedroom, and collapsed with dizziness.
       "Alright, relax, I'll get you."  He pulled me off the floor and next
thing I knew he had draped me over his shoulder.
       I looked down at his muscular butt flexing as he carried me into the
bedroom.  My arms lay limp and my hands bumped against his butt cheeks as
he moved.  I became aware that my bare dick was rubbing against his
t-shirt.
       He carried me into the bathroom.  He stepped into the shower and
carefully lowered me back onto my feet, supporting me by holding my butt
with his strong hands as I came down.  When I was back on my feet, I felt
wobbly.
       "Can you stand on your own?"  He let me go to test me and I did
stand, but it took all my focus to do so.
       I needed to get the shirt off me, it still had cum on it and it was
making me dirty.  I reached my hands to the bottom of the shirt and started
to pull it over my head.
       I felt my balance go, and I fell over, only being stopped from
hitting the ground by having him help me up.
       "Here, I'll help you get your shirt off."
       He pulled my filthy shirt off with one hand while he supported me by
putting his other arm around my waist and pulled me against his body.  He
was turned slightly to the side so I sort of straddled his thigh and leaned
into his cotton-covered chest.  I was conscious of my dick pressed against
the hairs of his hard thigh but felt ill enough not to think twice about
it.  When he got my shirt off he tossed it over the shower wall and put
both hands on my shoulders.
       "Okay, turn around and brace yourself against the shower wall with
your hands," he commanded.
       He turned me around so I was facing away from him, towards the far
wall of the shower, and I put my hands against the tiles in front of me,
but I was still wobbly on my feet.
       "Spread your legs some so you don't fall over."
       I spread my legs until I felt firmly planted.
       "Attaboy."  He hopped out of the shower.  "I'm gonna start the
water."
       I felt the water start hitting my legs behind me.  I didn't even
know if I had the strength to turn myself around in the shower and start
bathing myself.
       "Are you sure you're okay?" Syd asked me, hovering in the bathroom
doorway.
       "I'm fine," I said.  I reached around and tried to turn around in
the shower, but I actually slipped on the water, lost my balance, and fell
to the shower floor, hitting my head on the ground.
       "Whoa boy!" Syd said, running over to me.  He put his hands on my
face, cradling it, rubbing my forehead.  "Are you okay?"
       "I'm fine," I said.
       "No you're not.  Ya got a bad mark on yer head now."  He switched
off the water.  "Okay, shower's over."
       "No it's not!" I argued, still lying on the ground.
       "You can't even stand!"
       "Just turn on the water and leave me on the ground!  I will not
leave this shower until I am completely clean!"
       "I am not just gonna leave you here lying on the floor with the
water on, Jakey!"
       "Why not?" I snapped.  "I'm not going to drown in a couple inches of
water!"
       "With you, anything is possible!" he joked.  "If you refuse to leave
the shower, then I'm just gonna have to help clean you, is that what you
want?"
       "No, I want you to leave me here on the ground."
       "Not gonna happen," he said firmly.  He came back in the shower and
carefully but firmly lifted me back onto my feet.  I thought he was going
to force me to leave the shower, but instead he told me to again brace
myself, placing my hands against the back wall of the shower and spreading
my legs.
       I heard him take off his own shirt and throw it over the shower
door, and then the water came on.  It was mostly being deflected by his
body, but I could feel some warm water splashing my legs.  He squeezed some
shampoo into his hands and started scrubbing my hair.  That's when it hit
me that he was planning on helping me shower, something that seemed
unbelievably sexy to me, even in my half-drugged state.
       When he was done with my hair, he grabbed the bar of soap and
started to lather up my neck and shoulders.  His touch felt good, he rubbed
gently and slowly, but didn't linger in any place for too long.  He rubbed
down my back, and I could feel the warm, soapy water running into the crack
of my butt, past my sensitive butthole.
       When he got to the bottom of my back, I wasn't sure what he'd do,
but he kept going diligently.  When he first touched my butt cheek with his
soapy fingers, it was all I could do to keep myself from jumping; I
certainly wasn't used to anyone touching me there.  But as he started to
rub my cheeks, first one then the other, it felt completely magical and oh
so right.  He washed both of my hips carefully, and I figured he would move
his hands down to my thighs.  Instead, I felt shocked as he stuck his soapy
hand into the top of my buttcrack.  God, that part of me was so sensitive,
and feeling him touch me there sent shivers through me.  He lowered his
fingers slowly down my crack, with each millimeter his fingers traveled as
they went down causing me more and more pleasure.  I assumed he would avoid
my butthole, but I was wrong.  He placed his thumb against my hole ever so
slightly, making my body tremble in sexual pleasure.  Slowly, he started to
rub tiny circles with his thumb into my butthole, until he felt like it was
clean.  I was sad when his hand left that part of me, but felt a new kind
of pleasure as his hand moved down along my perineum, avoiding my balls and
rubbing against my right inner thigh.  He soaped around the thigh, moved
down past my knee to my calf, ending with my foot.  Then he soaped the
other foot and moved up my left leg, ending in my inner thigh, just grazing
his soapy hand against my left ballsack.
       "Can you turn around, kiddo?"  I tried to let go and spin around,
but lost my balance and returned to my original position against the wall.
"That's all right," he said.  "I'll just reach around."
       Looking down, I could see the top of his sexy feet step forward from
behind, rubbing against my own feet.  He planted himself against my back
and wrapped his arms around me so he could wash my front; it was the most
erotic position imaginable.
       While he was working on washing my chest, I relished the feeling of
being enclosed by his wet, buff arms as they worked me over.  His damp
chest slipped around my soapy back, his chest hairs scratching me
pleasantly.  I could feel the hard ridges of his abs pressing against my
lower back.
       The best part of this position was: his wet pubes tickled my
tailbone happily, and his huge penis pressed against the top part of my
butt.
       I loved it when he washed my nipples, and they turned hard under his
touch.  He rubbed his soapy thumb over them before moving on.  He washed my
abdomen then, really scrubbing away the dried cum with both hands.  He
stuck his finger into my belly button and cleaned it out.  Then he moved
down, soaping up my pubes real well.  As he stretched his hands down lower,
he pushed himself even tighter against me, inadvertently grinding his soft
dick into my butt as he did so.
       His soapy right hand tentatively touched the base of my dick, and
then moved around the top of it, encircling it in his fingers.  I shuddered
as he ever so slowly slid his hand down my dick.  The feeling was
incredible when he encased the head of my dick in his hand and started
rubbing the dried cum off of it.  Then he took his left hand and grabbed my
balls with them, gently scrubbing them.  That forced his body to be pressed
even tighter against my own, and with my legs spread wide, I could feel his
heavy (but soft) penis tip hit my sensitive butthole and grind hard into
it, I would have gotten rock hard if it wasn't for the dulling effect of
whatever drug I had been given.
       All too soon he took his hands off my dick and balls and removed
himself from my backside.  While I waited, he lathered himself up as well.
       "Here, let's get you rinsed off," he said.
       He directed the showerhead onto my back as I stood there, then he
again leaned against me from behind, reached around me, grabbed my chest
firmly, and lifted me up a couple of inches, spinning me around to face the
water as all my weight pressed firmly against his naked front, his soft
dick once again teasing my butthole.  Once I was rinsed, he turned off the
water by reaching his foot around my body to knock off the faucet handle,
in doing so he inadvertently grinded his dick hard against my hole again.
He opened the shower door and grabbed his towel, which he used to dry both
of us, then he lifted me up back over his shoulder again, this time with no
shirt to separate his shoulder from my dick, and carried me out of the
bathroom. He lay me down on his bed naked and told me that I needed to
sleep it off now that I was clean.  I didn't argue; I was asleep seconds
later.

       *****

       When I awoke the sun was still shining through the bedroom window.
I yawned and pulled Syd's comforter around my naked body.  I felt better,
especially now that I was cleaned of that cum.  I reminded myself to throw
out the shirt I had been wearing the night before.
       I got up out of bed, wondering if I should put clothes on or not.  I
peeked into the living room, but Syd was nowhere to be seen.
       At that moment the front door opened and he came jaunting inside
carrying a bundle of firewood.  All he was wearing was a pair of work
gloves, his cowboy boots, and his hat.  He looked incredibly sexy like
that.
       "Hey, had enough beauty sleep for one day?" he asked as he deposited
the wood by the fireplace.
       "Great outfit," I said, trying to sound nonchalant.
       "Well, it's a warm day today, and besides there ain't nobody out
there to see me anyway.  How you feeling?"
       "Better," I said.  "Sorry about all of that."
       "That's okay, nothing you wouldn't have done for me."  That was for
sure.  "But no wonder you don't drink much if you get hung over like that.
Jesus, partner, you could barely move.  Take it easy next time, will you?"
       Of course he had to believe that I was totally irresponsible, when
really... "Yeah, I guess I don't know my limit."
       "How `bout we go out for some dinner?  You feel up to it?"  He
smiled his pearlies at me.
       "Yeah sure.  Let me put on some clothes.  You going like that?"
       He laughed.  "Maybe I should put something else on."
       He followed me into the bedroom.  As I put my clothes on, he kicked
off his boots, grabbed a pair of jeans from the floor, and pulled them up.
The jeans were so tight I thought for sure his dick wouldn't fit, but the
got them on alright, although the bulge in his crotch left little to the
imagination.
       "Going commando?" I teased.
       "These jeans need washing anyway."
       He put his boots back on and put on a flannel shirt, untucked.  The
front of the shirt hung low enough to cover over his package.
       Dinner was delicious, and I didn't realize just how hungry I was
until I started eating it.  Must have been because I had essentially gone
without food for the entire day.
       On the way home from dinner in Syd's truck, Syd suddenly groaned
unhappily, as if he just remembered he left his wallet somewhere or
something like that.  "What is it?" I asked him.
       "Oh, nothin' to worry about.  I just gotta funny sore throat.  Could
be a bad sign."
       "Uh-oh," I said, genuinely worried.  I had forgotten how prone to
illness Syd was.  I thought back to all the times he had gotten seriously
sick when I was younger.  I mean, he was never in the hospital or anything.
But it seemed like he would catch a pretty bad flu a couple times a year.
He had some minor immune deficiency.  I used to think he had AIDS, but he
told me he was just born that way.  "You should drink plenty of liquids," I
said.
       "I know, and drink OJ."
       "That will only help you on a regular basis to keep your immune
system strong.  Taking it just when you're sick really won't do anything."
       "Ha ha, well I'm lucky to have Dr. Groves staying with me to give me
his expert orders."
       When we got home, it was too late to start a movie, so Syd suggested
we get in the jacuzzi again and look at the stars.  I followed him into his
room, and he threw his hat on the floor, ripped his shirt off and tossed it
aside, hopped on his left boot while he pulled his right one off, then he
took the left one off as well.
       I had forgotten he wasn't wearing underwear under those jeans, but
remembered as soon as he yanked his pants down, busting his huge tool
loose.  He kicked them free of his ankles, then made for the glass back
door.
       "Naked, Syd?" I asked, raising a judgmental eyebrow.  "You're not
putting on a suit?"
       "I don't even have an extra one, remember?" he said.  "'Sides, I
always go in naked."
       "Even when you're with your lady friends?" I asked.
       He flashed his charming, mischievous grin.  "Especially then, Jakey.
Honestly, I ain't never used my swimsuit until you got here.  I bought it
just so you would be comfortable.  But now that we've both established that
neither one of us gives a hoot about nudity, I refuse."
       He opened the door and went outside, turning on the outside lights.
I could see through the glass door as he ran over to the jacuzzi buck
naked, his dick flopping around with each bounce, and yanked off the cover
before jumping in the water, making a huge splash.
       I tentatively stripped my clothes off as well, concentrating very
hard on not getting an erection.  It didn't help that it had been so long
since I had gotten off.
       I went out of the door, shutting it behind me.  I looked at him in
the water.  His head was back, his eyes closed in a relaxed state, and his
legs were wide open, his huge dick sort of floating upwards on the surface
of the water as he reclined his body way back.
       "It's freezing out here," I said.
       "That's why the water's hot.  Turn off the porch light on your way."
       The switch to the porch light was just inside the door, and when I
turned it off, it left us in total darkness, which was good for the
stargazing.  Unfortunately that meant I couldn't see where I was going when
I walked towards the jacuzzi, although I thought I knew my way.  I found
the stool that one used to climb into the tub and stepped up.  But when I
tried to step into the water, I felt a sharp gust of wind, I lost my
footing on the slippery surface, and fell forwards.
       "Whoa, careful!" said Syd.
       As soon as I realized that there was no chance that I would regain
my balance and that I was indeed falling, I prayed with every fiber of my
being that I would not fall onto Syd.
       I clamped my eyes shut as my face hit the warm water, and I got more
than a mouthful, as the rest of my body hit the water as well.  Once I had
a chance to brace myself, I lifted my face just above the surface of the
water
       I opened my mouth wide, spitting out the water in my mouth and
gasping for air.  But instead of sucking air into my open mouth, something
large and fleshy and warmly wet blocked my mouth.  I pushed against it with
my tongue, then got a sickening suspicion as I realized how good it tasted.
My nose was rubbing against something wet and scratchy, and I finally
inhaled my breath through my nostrils, though the unfamiliar yet
wonderfully musky scent went right through my brain and stirred my dick.
       I forced my wet eyes open, and my heart seemed to stop as I realized
how embarrassed I was.  All I could see in my field of vision was perfect
tan skin right up against my eyes.  Above me, I could see a belly button,
and below me, I could see wet pubes.  That was it.
       I had tried to avoid falling on Syd, but ended up landing face first
right in his crotch.  To my left and right I could see the tan, wet skin of
his meaty thighs, which were now straddling my face.
       That meant that the unfamiliar but oh so wonderful, slightly sweaty,
very manly smell that was assaulting my nostrils was coming from the fact
that my nose was completely buried in Syd's wet pubes.  Oh god, I knew it
was a scent I would never, ever forget.
       And it also meant that the fleshy thing I had my lips around, my
tongue on, was the beercan base of his huge soft dick.  The soft skin on
the thing tasted so, so amazing, I could have cum right then.
       That is, if I hadn't been absolutely mortified, so much so that I
suddenly got the urge to run out of the house and never, ever face Syd
again.
       As soon as I realized that I was in his crotch, I frantically
scrambled to, taking zero time to linger on the pleasure of the situation.
I tried a little too hard, though, and ended up just slipping again and
falling on him a second time.
       This time, my face hit his chest, smashing against his wet blonde
chest hairs.  My torso landed right between his open legs.  His dick was
squeezed against my abdomen, soft and pointing down.  This was only
marginally less embarrassing than the last place I had ended up, so I
frantically tried again to get up again.
       I felt Syd grab my shoulders with his hands, forcing me to stop.
"Hold it right there before you kill both of us," he said.  "Here, let me
give you a hand."
       He stuck his arms under my armpits and slowly lifted me up from the
jacuzzi floor.  As he did so, our bodies slipped past each other, naked wet
skin moving against naked wet skin.  His dick rolled upwards between our
abdomens as he pulled me up, and I could feel its large size trapped
between our skin.
       He lifted me further until I was at his level, leaning on top of
him, and ended up feeling his huge tool being pressed right against my own
dick.  Oh god, it was the first time our dicks had touched, and it was an
absolutely electric connection as I felt his huge mushroom head rub against
the tip of my own dick, which throbbed in response to the wonderful touch.
       I pulled away, stood up, and sat down beside him, not even wanting
to look him in the face, but forcing myself to.  "I'm sorry I'm such a
klutz," I said.
       Instead of being angry or offended, he was having a fit of giggles.
"Oh Jakey, that was an absolute riot," he said in between laughs.
       He looked over at me, then reached over and pinched my cheek.  "You
sure you're okay?  You look dazed.  Probably traumatized from having your
face hit right in my giant, red-blooded Texas cock.  I'd be a little
disturbed too.  I can promise you, that was the first time anyone's done
THAT to me in this jacuzzi."  He laughed again, and then stopped as he
seemed to remember some past incident.  "Wait, nope, I take that back."  I
wondered who the lucky lady was.
       Syd didn't understand that it wasn't the horror of having my face in
his dick that was disturbing me, it was the fact that I had enjoyed it
possibly as much as any sexual experience in my life.  The fact that this
lust was totally forbidden, that's what made the whole event so traumatic.
       He stopped laughing.  "Oh wow, look at the stars Jakey," he said.  I
looked up, and saw how clear and beautiful they were.  The embarrassing
event had already left Syd's mind completely, and I convinced myself to let
it go as well.  Someday I would laugh at this, I told myself.
       As we stargazed, he opened his legs wide like they were before.  In
doing so, he put pressure on my right knee with his left knee, and my thigh
with his thigh, and that's where it stayed until we got hot and left the
tub together.
       Once we were both out of the tub, he ran over and turned the porch
light back on.  .  Then he grabbed his towel and dried himself off, putting
it between his legs and drying off his dick and balls real well.
       After he was done drying, he tossed the towel to me and I dried off,
loving the feeling of his used towel against my skin.
       When we went inside, Syd said he felt awful, too hot and already
stuffy.  I could hear his voice was already starting to get hoarse, and I
knew for sure he was headed for a bad illness.  I ordered him straight to
bed.
       "Yes, Dr. Groves," he said before he retired in his bedroom.
       I put extra hand sanitizer on my hands before I went to sleep.
Nothing I hated more than sick people's germs.


       DECEMBER 20th


       I woke up in the very early morning, way too early to actually get
up properly, but I did need to take a piss, so I stumbled, sleepy eyed,
into Syd's bedroom.  I could hear Syd was deep asleep.  Although he didn't
normally snore, now he sounded congested, and he was wheezing as he slept.
I stopped cold when I saw Syd's bed illuminated by the pale early morning
light.  Once again, he was completely nude, and once again, he just had a
thin sheet pulled over his dick.
       Once again, he was totally hard, and once again, his erection
pointed straight up, towards the ceiling tenting the sheet that covered it.
He looked so, so hot.
       But this time I had to pee so badly, I wasn't able to stop to enjoy
the view.  I shut myself in the bathroom and did my business.
       After I had finished washing my hands, I came out into Syd's bedroom
again, and as soon as I let myself look, I literally had the breath knocked
out of me.
       Holy crap, he had readjusted in his sleep and pulled that thin sheet
off of himself, lying in bed completely nude in front of me.  He was on his
back, his handsome, unshaved face looking very relaxed.  But his dick
looked anything but relaxed.  I walked up to his footboard to admire him.
       His naked body was as splendid as ever, but my eyes could not take
in the rest of his body, as they were drawn completely to his dick, and I
found myself unable to blink, unable to even go a millisecond without
seeing his wonderful tool.  There it was, right in front of my at last, a
complete demon.  It stood completely hard, like rock, way harder than I
knew dicks got.  It stood up like a steel mast, standing at a ninety degree
angle from his sleeping body, pointing straight up towards the sky.
       Syd would have been a porn star with that thing.  I obviously didn't
have a ruler with me, but I was pretty good at visually measuring
distances, and I guessed that his dick was over ten inches long, maybe even
eleven.
       And god, the thing was so thick, as big around as my forearm.  It
certainly had some major girth.  I wondered if any of the ladies he had
been with complained that it was too big.  I wouldn't have been surprised.
I didn't even know if I could get my mouth around that head of his, though
I certainly wanted to try.
       Speaking of that wonderful head, it had the same brownish pink shade
that his nipples did.  The mushroom tip was so red and swollen, it looked
almost as if it would explode at any moment from the pressure.
       My eyes traveled down the underside of his huge, meaty shaft, which
was totally smooth, no hairs or wrinkles to be seen.  At the bottom of his
shaft where those two wonderful testicles, larger than golf balls.  His
ballsack, instead of being loose and low hanging like I had seen before
when he was soft, had now tightened, getting his balls ready for sex by
pulling them safely close to his dick.  Even in that state, his balls were
still huge, though I supposed they only fit proportionally to the monster
size of his penis.
       As I stared, completely enthralled by his powerful lovestick, two
things happened simultaneously.  Syd let out an audible groan in his sleep,
which almost broke me out of my trance.  And secondly, Syd's penis let out
a huge blast of clear precum, which totally transfixed me once again.
       The shot of precum rocketed out of Syd's dick, going in the air a
couple inches before landing back down on his pink dickhead.  Then his tip,
which had before been dry, turned wet and slimy with the clear, tasty
looking goo.
       An annoying sound out in the living room tickled at my subconscious,
as my conscious mind was much too busy starting at Syd's dick to process
anything.  But the sound continued relentlessly, and I finally realized
what it was: my cell was ringing in the other room.  A loud and obnoxious
tune played.  Gosh, who could be calling this early?  They would surely
wake up Syd.
       If Syd was going to wake up from the sound, I knew I had about two
seconds to get the heck away from his bed before he did.  Yet, his
wonderful penis still had its spell cast on me, which was so powerful it
rendered me immobile.
       Just when Syd stirred slightly in his sleep, the phone stopped
ringing, and Syd's agitation faded.  I concentrated on the tip of his dick
again, and saw another ooze of precum leak out and drip down the stalk of
his giant penis.
       The phone started ringing again, and this time I knew he would wake
up.  I ran as quietly as I could out the door, shut it silently behind me.
I picked up the phone in agitation and saw that it was my mother calling
me.  She got up early, and she had no concept of the time difference here.
       "Yes, mother?" I asked, trying not to sound annoyed, hoping there
was no emergency.
       "Jake!  I was just thinking about you, and wanted to wish you an
early Merry Christmas.  I am just so, so devastated that you won't be
coming.  I don't know how I'll manage Jerry without you.  He is the worst
during holidays."
       She talked fast, and this was the second or third time she had
called me on this particular subject.  Poor thing, she had gotten so used
to confiding in me, especially as a teenager, that even when I moved out,
she would continue to call me almost daily to fill me in on the latest
trivial details of her social life or the latest church gossip.
       "Mom, I'll miss you too," I said, all annoyance fading as I bunkered
down for a long conversation with her and tried to forget about the
astounding hardon in the next room.  I poured myself a huge glass of OJ and
sipped it as I talked, thinking about keeping my own immune system strong.
       After we had said our goodbyes, after my OJ had been refilled twice
and still my glass was emptied, I was so worn out that I actually went back
to sleep.

       *****

       When I woke up, I really had to pee again.  Syd wasn't in sight, but
I could hear the shower on.  I decided it was safe to walk in on him in the
shower to pee since he had already done it to me.  I headed into the
bedroom and opened the shower door.
       He spun around in the shower to face away from me, towards the
shower wall.  "Hey, Jakey, didn't know you were up yet," he said, his voice
sounding stuffed up.  As always, I enjoyed the sight the rear side of his
body, especially when wet and shiny, from the short blonde hair on the top
of his head, to the wide, cut muscles of his back, to thick, knotted
hamstrings and round, hairy calves.  Perhaps most of all, I enjoyed his
tan, muscular butt, which was now flexed and cleft with muscle.  Beneath
his butt, I could see his round balls hanging, though from this position I
could not see his dick.
       "I just got up," I answered.
       I walked over to the toilet and started to piss.
       "Ah, hell, Jakey, there's no point in hiding it now."  He turned
towards me as I pivoted my head to look at him.  I was shocked to see his
dick was as hard as it had been earlier that morning and covered with suds.
Instead of sticking outwards, the thing went straight up, towards Syd's
face.  It was so long it seemed to almost reach his chest.  His meaty hand
was around it--he had been jacking off.  I was stunned.  "I was jerking off
in the shower.  I know it's pathetic."
       Standing by the toilet I was really right by his side with just a
glass door separating us. I was looking down at his huge, porn star dick,
pointed right at my face.
       I started to laugh at him.  "You do this often, Syd?"
       "Yeah, whenever I get the chance.  Hell, everyone does it, right?"
He had taken his hand away and his dick was starting to lose its rigidity
as he lost his horniness.  "I know ya been doin' it in the shower yourself.
Don't think I didn't know what you were up to with those long, late-night
showers."
       Of course, it wasn't true, I had never jacked off in the house
before, I didn't want to be disrespectful.  But if Syd was going to accuse
me of doing it, it sounded like I would have to change my policy.  "Go
ahead and return to business," I said.  "I don't mind.  Nothing I haven't
seen before."
       "That's very mature of you, Jakey."  He started fluffing his dick
with his soapy fingers until his dick slowly raised to full mast again.
Then he wrapped his hand around its girth and began pumping it slowly up
and down.  His dick was so wide around, he couldn't get his hand all the
way around the stalk.  And it was so long, he could have used two hands
instead of just one.
       He turned his body ninety degrees to face the showerhead, leaving me
a view of his profile.  Seeing his huge lovepole from the side was
wondrous, it allowed me to truly see the incredible length of the thing.  I
got a great view of his angry pink mushroom head, more swollen than ever,
as well as his large, round left ball tight against his body.  His whole
body was tense, every muscle flexing and releasing with each pump, his buff
body looking so powerful.
       Sadly, my piss stream had long dried up, and I had finished washing
my hands, and there wasn't a single other excuse I could think of to stay
in the bathroom any longer.  I turned and left Syd alone in the bathroom.
My dick was rock hard by the time I got out, but luckily Syd had shut his
eyes and hadn't seen me.
       I ate some breakfast in front of the TV to calm myself down, turning
on the morning news.  When Syd came out of his room he was still naked, his
hair wet.  His dick was soft now but still somewhat swollen.
       He came to the couch and sat down on the opposite side of me.
       "What's on?" he asked, looking towards the TV.
       "Just news."
       He seemed to focus on the TV, and sat in such a way that his left
leg (the leg farthest from me) was bent, his knee sticking upwards and his
foot on the couch.  Meanwhile, his right leg spread open and was lying on
the couch cushion to the right of him.  This gave me a great look at his
dick, which was sprawled out on the cushion in front of him.  It still
looked half-hard, though a lot more wilted and lazy looking than a few
minutes ago.  His ballsack was separating from his body and hanging low,
like usual.  And as I watched, I saw his piss slit open, and a long trail
of white cum leak out, landing on the couch.  Syd was totally oblivious,
but I was getting rock hard again.
       "I'm gonna take a shower," I said, and went into the bathroom.
       I hopped in, and before I started the water I noticed that drain was
a little clogged, and there was still some standing soapy water around my
feet.  I turned on the shower and stepped back towards the back, and my
left foot landed in something slimy.  I lifted it, and a string of
beautiful semen stretched between my foot and the shower floor.  Syd must
not have washed all of his cum down the drain after his little session a
couple minutes ago.
       Wow, there sure was a lot of it.
       That was all it took.  I got hard, wet my hand, and started stroking
myself.  I couldn't help picturing Syd in here jacking off as I grinded my
toes into his spilt, warm cum.
       The hot water running over my dick didn't help matters either.  I
figured it couldn't be wrong to jack off, since he probably did the exact
same thing moments ago.  I went for it, thoughts of Syd flashing through my
head.
       A bit into my session, the door opened and Syd came in, still naked.
Instantly I dropped my hand off my dick.
       "Don't mind me, there, Jakey.  You go right on ahead."
       I couldn't refuse, so I returned to pumping my dick, however awkward
it felt to be doing it in front of Syd.  He started brushing his teeth in
front of the sink.  Again he leaned forwards so that his dick and balls
were draped over the countertop.  I stared at this image as I beat harder,
eventually cumming all over the shower wall in front of me.  When I started
shooting, he looked over at me, and sort of laughed.  I washed the cum down
the drain, and began cleaning myself as I got soft.
       After that release, I didn't have to fear getting turned on again by
Syd.  At least not for a few minutes anyway.  Syd finished shaving and left
the bathroom.
       I toweled off, and went into the kitchen.  Syd came out a few
minutes later, still naked, but this time holding his clothes in his hands.
       "Even though I feel like crap today, I've gotta go into work,
partner," he said.  In his hands he had his jeans, which he pulled on
naked.  His dick at first hang outside of the bottom of the jeans crotch
opening, its zipper hitting the base of his unit.  He had to grab the thing
and force it down into his pants-leg before he could zip up the pants.
       "Sounds good, Syd, see you later."
       "See ya kiddo."  He smiled at me, then was out the door.
       Later that morning, I decided to go for an hour long run outside.
When I got back to Syd's place, I cooled off for a minute on the front
porch, then let myself in through the front door.
       I hadn't gotten more than two steps into the house when someone or
something attacked me from behind, scaring the living heck out of me, and
knocking me down to my knees.
       I tried to spin around, but my attacker was holding me forward.
This was so bizarre.  This had to be a joke.
       "Syd?" I asked, figuring he must have come home early and figured it
would be a funny way to welcome me home.
       But Syd's car hadn't been in the driveway, only my car had been
there when I got home.
       "Freeze!" yelled my assailant, in a male voice completely without a
Texas accent.  So, it wasn't Syd.  And it wasn't Viktor's voice either.
       Suddenly I knew this was a very bad predicament to be in.
       Instead of paralyzed analysis, I fought back, twisting my body,
reaching behind me and hitting, trying to grab a hold of something besides
clothes.  I was not a physical pushover, and my attacker would not take me
down easily.  In our struggle, I became faintly aware that we knocked over
Syd's TV, though at the moment, it was the furthest thing from my mind.
       I struggled harder, making some leeway, some wiggle room, almost
enough for me to pull away.
       The man behind me must have felt that too; he responded by deftly
putting me in a submission hold while on top of me, forcing my body all the
way down with his weight covering me, his body spooning my own.  He pushed
my head into the rough wooden floor.
       "You're under arrest," the man said behind me.
       So, this was law enforcement?  What did he want with me?
       "Under arrest for what?!" I yelled, indignant.
       "For being the sexiest gay man in Northern California."
       What?  What did that mean?
       I concentrated on that voice, realizing that there was a sight
foreign accent to it.
       "Ahmad?" I asked, confused as ever.
       "Wow, you might actually be as smart as Martine always claimed you
were," Ahmad's voice came from behind me.
       He flipped me onto my back so I could see his face.  That beautiful
face, with his sweet, sweet smile, wider than ever now.
       "How's my favorite best friend doing?" he asked, smiling.
       "Ahmad!  I should have known by your signature wrestling moves.  I'm
so happy to see you, I could kiss you!"
       He smiled at me, his eyes twinkling, then he leaned down and kissed
me on the lips.  Just a smooch, but it surprised me more than the fake
attack.  Obviously, I was very aware of his body lying on top of mine.
       "Straight men kiss each other in my country.  It's no big thing.
Well, as long as there's no tongue," he laughed, got off me, and pulled me
onto my feet.
       "What on earth are you doing here?" I asked him.
       "I asked for your address, didn't I?"
       "Yeah, so you could send me a Christmas card."
       "Well, I ended up buying you a gift.  And shipping it seemed like a
major hassle, so I drove.  Here."
       He grabbed a large wrapped box at his feet, and presented it to me.
       "I didn't want anything," I said, giving him an angry look.  "I
didn't ask for anything, and I didn't get you anything."
       He laughed.  "Why would you?  I've never celebrated Christmas in my
life.  But I couldn't leave you hanging.  Go ahead and open it!"
       "I should save it for Christmas," I said.
       He shook his head.  "I'm not driving all the way back for Christmas.
You'd better open it now.  Heck, it could be perishable for all you know.
       "Fine, but this is totally going against all my traditions," I as I
set it down on the coffee table and looked at it.  "Wow, you actually
bought Christmas paper?"
       He nodded.  "They tell me it's quite stylish, too," he said.
"Though my wrapping job really doesn't do the paper justice.  It was a lot
prettier in the store."
       He was right; the wrapping paper was messily crumpled and folded
over the box, with 10 times more scotch tape than would ever be necessary,
and even a few staples to hold it all together.  "Well, it's a good first
attempt."
       "Ha ha.  Well, technically it's my third attempt.  The other two
attempts are in the trash.  Seriously, kindergartners have more wrapping
skill than I do."
       I started to delicately approach the tape, pulling it off slowly.
       "You take forever.  Want me to help?"
       "Normally I unwrap the presents carefully enough so the paper can be
reused," I said.
       "Oh lord, are you kidding me, Jacob?  Have you seen the wrapping
job?  A team of surgeons couldn't unwrap the thing unscathed.  I insist
that you tear."
       So, I did as he said, ripping apart the layers of wrapping with my
hands.  Inside was an unmarked box, but inside the box were...
       "Books!"
       "I'm giving you all my textbooks from last quarter.  Sorry, I had to
go cheap."
       "What?"
       "Kidding!  They're your most beloved types of books, Jacob.
Autobiographies and straight up biographies."
       I started looking at the eight different books in the box, all of
them piquing my interest.
       "They're the best reviewed bios in your favorite areas.  There's a
bunch of American history ones, including a new one about Lincoln.  There's
some world history stuff.  There's some sports ones, including one on
Lombardi.  And I even thought about the gay side of you."
       The last book in the box was a Harvey Milk bio.  "Wow!" I said,
truly delighted at my gift.  "This is the best gift I've gotten in ages.
So very personal, Ahmad.  No one has known me well enough to get me
something like this.  I really don't know how to thank you.  I'm touched."
       He reached over and gave me a hug.  "There, that's all the thanks I
need," he said.
       I always loved Ahmad's physical contact, but I pulled away before he
got weirded out.  "I still can't believe you came all the way here just for
that."
       "Well, and it was a very pretty drive," he said.  "Jacob, I came
home a few days ago.  The school is a ghost town.  I've never been more
bored in my life, it's agonizing.  So, I figured I'd rent a car and come
see you.  I didn't have anything better to do."
       "You scared the crap out of me in the process," I said.
       He laughed.  "Heck, I was just planning to surprise you by showing
up at your door.  It's not my fault you leave your house unlocked with no
one home.  Intruders are bound to take advantage."
       "Wait, I didn't see any car in the driveway."
       He laughed evilly.  "I parked it around the corner as soon as I
formed my plan."
       "Well, how long are you staying?" I asked him excitedly.  "You can
crash here.  Syd sleeps in his bedroom, and I've been sleeping on the
couch, but I could use a sleeping bag on the floor and you could take the
couch.  Syd's really cool, you'll get along great."
       "He sounds like a great guy.  Can't wait to meet him.  But I'm not
staying overnight, Jacob.  I've actually gotta get back tonight."
       I was heartbroken, but I kept it concealed.  "Well, that's okay."
       "I thought I could take you and Syd out for lunch somewhere.  Catch
up.  And then I'd take off again."
       "Well, Syd will be at work all day, so why don't we just go?  And
I'm totally taking YOU out."
       "Not if I'm faster with the check," he said.
       But as we started out, I glanced back over towards Syd's TV, and
that's when I remembered knocking it over in the scuffle.  "Wait, Syd's
only TV!"
       I kneeled down to inspect the damage.  It had been knocked to the
ground, but there was no sign of breakage, luckily.
       "I hope this thing still works," I said.
       I put it back on its stand and turned it on.  Nothing, no sign of
life.  "Oh no," I said as I turned it back off.  "Looks like it's not
turning on."
       "It's okay, I'll buy him a brand new super nice panel," Ahmad said.
"It was my fault."
       "No, that's such a waste," I said.  "Please be okay, please be okay,
please be okay, please be okay, please be okay..."
       I turned it back on, and amazingly, the power came on this time.
The screen flickered, but came back to life.
       "Wow, guess you have the magic touch," Ahmad said.
       I yawned, feeling sleepy suddenly, but I shook it off.  I was too
excited to see Ahmad to be tired.
       We left the house, figuring it would be easiest if we drove
separately so that he could leave from the restaurant.  He followed me in
his rental car, which had been parked just around the corner as he said, to
a reasonable nice lunch place that faced the lake.
       As we ate, he caught me up on his international travels, which
sounded like great fun, though he did make comments about how lonely the
trip was and how I would for sure have to join him next time.
       My vacation paled in comparison to the exotic excitement he had gone
through.  All I really had to say was that I had been having lots of simple
fun with Syd.  I left out the fact that I had been totally lusting after
the guy.  I also told him about Viktor, which piqued his interest.  At
first when I described him and our first meeting, he seemed very
encouraging and supportive, although perhaps a little amused.  By the time
I got to the part where I drugged me and dumped me at my house, his mood
couldn't have changed more.  He was angry and concerned, going between
thoughts of us driving over to Viktor's place right then so that he could
teach him a lesson, and thoughts of me calling the police and having him
arrested.  I waved off both approaches.
       "Wow, Jarrett, and then Viktor," I said.  "I sure know how to pick
them, don't I?"
       "It's just bad luck, not bad judgment.  Third time's a charm, you'll
see."  He let that soak in, then he changed topics.  "So, when are you
coming back?  Your roommate misses you."
       "After New Years," I said, happy that he seemed to appreciate me as
much as I appreciated him.  Then I remembered all the horrible occurrences
that took place before I left school, most of all, me being eliminated from
Engineering.  Odd how being in Tahoe with Syd had made me almost forget
such a fresh wound.  "I need to figure out what I'm going to major in.  I
hate uncertainties."
       "Well, it seems like half our class is undeclared," Ahmad said.
"And most of the other half feel disillusioned with their majors and are
considering switching.  It's no big deal, really."
       "I know," I said.  "I just like to be the guy who has everything
mapped out."
       He considered.  "You love history.  Why don't you major in that?"
       "I hadn't really though about taking up a humanities major.  I had
always assumed I would do something math related."  I shrugged.  "Anyway,
I'm not your average history major.  Those guys are all obsessed with the
past."
       "Aren't you obsessed with the past?" he asked me.
       "Not in the same way," I said.  "Ahmad, let me ask you.  If you
could live in any time period in history, what would it be?"
       "Honestly?" he said.  "It would be now.  Contemporary times.  I
think we are at the highest stage of evolution.  Why would I want to live
in a less evolved society from the past?"
       "Those are my beliefs exactly," I said.  "Some people have an odd
fascination with times past.  They would give anything to go back to the
innocence of the 50's, to the adventure of World War 2, or the Civil War,
or the back to the Renaissance or the Middle Ages.  They actually believe
that these earlier times were better for humanity.  Not me.  I love
history, but I know enough about it to realize that the history of humanity
by and large is a history of ignorant, selfish brutality.  This ignorance
of the mind has led to inhumane acts of great atrocities."
        "The history of my people is centuries of petty warfare over
religious mythologies," Ahmad said.
       "But I believe that people themselves are good when freed from the
ignorance of these oppressive ideas," I went on.  "And recently, we've
really made progress.  People are holding themselves up to real moral
standards more and more.  We are growing, and as time goes by, we continue
to grow as a species.  It makes me excited for the future.  I really think
we will stamp out ignorance in this world almost entirely."
       "Evidence of that growth is right in front of us," Ahmad said.  "A
century ago, a person of Islamic descent, a person raised Christian, and a
Jew would have probably ended up hating each other.  Instead, today, you,
Martine, and I became the best of friends."
       It was so refreshing to have Ahmad around again.  The two of us were
always getting into this philosophical content that I found very
stimulating.  Viktor had avoided this kind of conversation, and Syd was
totally incapable of this type of larger thinking.  Heck, Syd only had a
high school degree.  I loved the guy, but he was a bit of a simpleton.
       "So, I know how you are a notorious planner," Ahmad said.  "You
probably have every year of college meticulously mapped out.  So, I figured
I should check now, even though it's early, before I get screwed next
year."
       "Check what?"
       "Well, I wanted to know if you were planning on keeping me as your
roommate next year."  He looked at me with hopeful eyes.
       "Yes, of course I'd like that Ahmad."
       He smiled.  "Whew, that's a relief."
       I was thrilled that he had asked me.  Honestly, I had not assumed he
would want to room together again.  Already next year was looking up, in my
opinion.
       By the time we walked to our cars, my spirits were very high.
       "Well," he said.  "Looks like I've got a couple more weeks of
solitude to look forward to," Ahmad said, unhappily.  "You know, maybe I
will take you up on that Christmas invite.  I'll wait and see how I feel."
       "Yeah, you should totally come," I said, really getting excited at
the prospect.
       "I spent my first Thanksgiving with you," Ahmad said, smiling.
"Seems appropriate that my first Christmas is with you too.  Well, if Syd
doesn't mind, that is."
       "No, he'd be totally cool with it.  So, what do you have to do
tonight?"
       He laughed.  "Ah.  I kind of have date."
       I don't know why that caught me off guard.  I felt jealous, yet I
kept my composure.  "Oh nice.  A girl from school?"
       "Nope, someone from Oakland, actually.  We'll see if it goes
anywhere."
       "Well, good luck," I said.
       He hugged me goodbye, I thanked him profusely for the present, and
then he drove off.
       On my drive alone back to Syd's, I started to feel a little bit
sorry for myself.  Ahmad really was the perfect guy for me.  We both loved
sports and were both athletic, he was a really smart guy and could hang
with all of my history or philosophy conversations.  He might not have been
into math or science, but he wasn't terrible in those areas either, and
talking about them didn't seem to bore him.  He was my age, in my school.
He had all my values about integrity and trying to be a good person.  He
was truly the nicest guy I knew, but had a sense of humor too.  He showed
everyone so much respect.  And, he was darn hot physically.
       Yet, fate had excluded Ahmad as a potential mate because he was
straight.  It was such a silly distinction, yet it seemed like a terrible
curse to me.  Even Syd, who would also be compatible with me in a lot of
ways, even he was straight.  The only gays I had known were completely
incompatible with me.  I was surely cursed to meet all sorts of compatible
guys in my lifetime, only to find all of them were straight.  After all,
only a small portion of men were gay.  That was the sad truth, and it was
me who was suffering.
       That afternoon, long before Syd was due to come home, I hung out in
Syd's bedroom on his laptop, e-mailing my mother and brother, reading up on
the latest sports news, and working on my fantasy football lineup.  Syd
only had one profile set up on his computer, there wasn't even a guest
account for me to log into.  I was downloading a picture my mom had sent
me, and without thinking downloaded the thing to Syd's My Documents folder,
which is where it put it by default.  I clicked open that folder in search
for my mom's image, and I came upon a number of media files, each named
after a woman.  As soon as I saw the name "Lila," I knew what these files
were; Syd's recording of the songs he wrote for all his women.
       I felt like I was invading his privacy, especially since it was
obvious he didn't like sharing this personal side of himself easily.  But,
I had already heard "Lila," and loved it.  I would not really be invading
his privacy by listening to that one again since he had chosen to play it
for me, right?
       I double clicked "Lila" and turned up the volume, excited.
       It was actually a video that came on, but there was Syd's handsome
mug filling the screen, looking at the camera.  He must have recorded the
song in video.
       He took a step back from the camera, his upper body filling the
frame, and I was surprised to see he had his shirt off.  Though, that was
how Syd always dressed, so I didn't know why that would be unexpected.
       "It's recording," Syd said to the camera.  But I didn't see him
holding a guitar.
       "Good," came a woman's voice, who I assumed at first was off camera,
perhaps doing the filming.
       Syd moved out of the frame, and behind him I saw a familiar sight.
His bed, lit by lamplight.
       I spun my head around in my seat, looking at Syd's bed from exactly
the same angle as the camera.  I turned my head to look at the computer
desk again, finding something that was so obvious, I don't know how I had
missed it before.  Syd had a webcam on the desk, connected to his laptop.
That's what was recording this video.
       I turned to the screen again to see Syd's bed once more.  This time
I noticed something that was starkly unfamiliar about that bed: there was a
woman on it.  The woman who had said, "good," to Syd's comment that the
camera was recording.  She was lying on her back, in only her bra and
underwear.
       Syd reappeared in frame wearing his cowboy hat even though he was
still shirtless.  He pounced on top of her and the two of them started
making out.
       Then I realized exactly what kind of video this was.  "Lila," was
the name of this woman who had agreed to be on camera with him.
       I looked back in the "My Documents" folder, scrolling down the
window to see just how many videos there were in there.  My gosh, there
must have been over a hundred videos, each of them named after a different
woman.
       I looked back to the video, and Syd had removed the woman's bra, his
mouth lips and tongue dancing over her nipples while she moaned in
pleasure.
       As the two of them went on, I noticed something very different about
their attitudes.  Lila obviously knew the camera was on, but she didn't
seem to really even be thinking about that fact.  She never looked at the
camera, or seemed to be aware of how she was framed in the picture.  Her
face showed her huge sexual lust and the pleasure that this stud was
causing her, but she wasn't that vocal about it.
       Syd was another beast entirely.  He was often looking at the camera
knowingly with that charming half smile, all but winking at the viewer, as
if recognizing how crazy hot he was.  He seemed to be aware of where his
body was in the frame.  And he was loud and vocal.  He was screwing like a
pornstar screws, only instead of the pornstar getting paid to have sex and
seeming like they were only pretending to be into their partner, here Syd
was absolutely into his partner.  It made him infinitely hotter than any
porn star I had ever seen.  But just as much as he was into his partner, he
was into himself, that was clear.  He certainly knew how hot he was, and
that turned him on.
       In fact, I noticed that he would often look off camera, and I turned
my head to see what he was looking at.  Across from his bed hung an
extremely large mirror, and it was clear her could see himself in that
thing, and seeing himself excited him.  Wow, he was such a hot narcissist.
       He led their dance, always in control, on top of her.  Yet, to say
that he was only interested in pleasuring himself would have been grossly
untrue.  In fact, he was extremely interested in her pleasure.  He wanted
her to leave feeling like he was by far the best lover she had ever had.
Anything else would be a blow to his ego.  It's just that he seemed to
consider her an amateur while he was the sex god.  He treated the situation
like he knew what she wanted far more than she did.
       This whole time, only his sexy upper body had been in frame.
       "You wanna taste my sweet cock?" Syd asked her.
       "Yes!"
       Syd climbed upwards on the mattress until he was on his knees,
straddling her head.  Suddenly I could see that he didn't have any
underwear on.  God, his rockhard dick was so huge, and it stuck straight
up.  He presented his dickhead to her lips, though his tip seemed much
bigger around than her mouth could take.  She opened her mouth and started
to lick the head excidetly.
       "Yeah, taste good, darlin?"
       She moaned and opened her mouth as wide as it would go, taking his
huge head in her mouth.
       "Yeah, baby, devour that cock."
       He started to slowly push his dickhead in and out of her mouth with
slow, sensuous thrusts.
       "Yeah, take care of daddy, darlin."  Even when Syd was talking
dirty, he managed to still be charming and lovable.
       Grunting excitedly, Syd changed position while keeping her mouth on
his dickhead.  He pushed her body downwards on the mattress.  Then his feet
came into frame, and I was surprised to see that he was still wearing his
cowboy boots.  He placed his boots on the footboard of the bed,
straightened his body like a plank, and put his hands face down and spread
wide.
       This put him in a pushup position, with her head right under his
dick, sucking on it.  He started to do pushups over her body, and I could
see every muscle in his back flex and release as he went up and down, his
shoulders and arms looking cut and massive.  This forced his penis in and
out of her waiting mouth underneath him as he grunted and increased the
pace of his pushups
       This was too hot.  I had to unzip my fly, pull down my pants and
free my hard dick from my underwear.  I started stroking as I watching
Syd's conquest.
       "Oh yeah, you want that big cock?" he asked as he repeatedly shoved
it down into her mouth.  Her mouth was too small to take more than the top
third of his dick, but he showed no sign of dissatisfaction, and neither
did she.
       "Yeah, mmm, that feels good."
       He pulled his boots off of the footboard of his bed, pulled her body
up on the bed and positioned her so that her legs were hanging off the bed,
her crotch pointed towards the camera.  She still had her underwear on, I
noticed.  Syd kneeled between her legs.
       "Lord, I need to taste that fine pussy," he said, his charming smile
glued to his face.
       It seemed like he couldn't take it even for the few seconds it would
have taken to remove her underwear, because he reached up with his hands
and ripped her underwear off with his hands.  I thought she might be pissed
at him for ruining a nice pair of underwear, but she showed no sign.
       He drove his face into her vagina lips, licking and kissing her
there, moving in between slow, sweet movements and all out devouring her
with his greedy mouth.  She moaned.  While he was giving her oral, he
wrapped his arms around her things and spread them wide.  He achieved all
this while keeping his cowboy hat on.
       "Yeah, this pussy tastes so good," he would say when he came up for
air.  Or, "let me get this pussy good and wet and ready for my huge cock."
       Finally he pulled off her.  He grabbed a condom from the nightstand.
I couldn't imagine that there was a condom big enough for his monster dick,
but he got it on, even though it looked might stretched out.
       "You want this big cock up your pussy, huh?"
       "Yeah, cowboy," she said, breathless.
       He stood on the floor to the side of the bed, her butt at the edge
of the bed in front of him, and he grabbed her ankles in both of his hands.
He placed his huge, latex covered dickhead against her vagina lips, and it
was so much bigger than her vagina, I didn't think it would ever fit.
       "Yeah, darlin, here it comes!"
       He started to push it inside her, and she cried in pain, but it
seemed the cry was actually just as much about pleasure.
       "Yeah, take my cock," he said.
       As he held her legs firmly in his hands, he started to fuck her,
sliding in and out, at first slowly, then picking up the pace.  His cowboy
boots dug into the floor as he really started to ram her.
       "Fuck yeah, you like that?"
       I could see him from behind, his whole body flexing with each
thrust, and his legs were spread just enough for me to see his huge
ballsack bouncing against her butt with each hard ram he gave her.  I saw
that he was looking at himself in the mirror, watching himself fuck like a
stud, and it seemed to excite him.
       He leaned forward, putting her legs over his shoulders, and
continuing to fuck her, slapping her butt a couple times.  "Yeah, you like
ridin this studly cowboy?"
       "Oh yeah," she said, her face looking almost in too much pleasure to
speak.
       He kissed her passionately while he continued to fuck her.  Then, he
pulled her legs off his shoulders and put them under him, sliding them both
fully onto the bed, with his body over her, his dick never leaving her
vagina or stopping its thrusts.
       He adopted a missionary position over her body, his boots digging
into the mattress of the bed.  He fucked her harder and faster than ever,
and I loved to see his qhole body tense, every huge muscle of his body
pumped.  His butt rammed in and out of her, his taut butt muscles flexing
and releasing at an astounding speed.  She grabbed onto the headboard for
support.
       I had my dick in my hand, and I was ready to cum watching this
thing.
       She started to squirm and cry out and go nuts suddenly, and I knew
she was experiencing the best orgasm of her life.
       His whole body flexed and he held himself inside her, hard.
       His face suddenly looked intense, his eyes shut for the first time,
mouth ajar in absolute pleasure, a look of total ecstasy on his twisted
expression, for once forgetting the camera was on and just letting his
climax hit him.
       "Fuuuuuuuuuck!" he yelled, his voice deep and guttural.
       I heard the front door open.  "Jakey, I'm home!" came Syd's sickly
voice, and it took me a second to realize that his voice was coming from
the other room and not the computer this time.
       Holy crap!  He was home WAY early!
       My hand rocketed out to turn off the computer speakers, silencing
the obscene sounds of the movie before he was in earshot.
       "Jakey?" I heard him walking across the living room, right towards
the bedroom.
       I had to act fast, I grabbed the mouse and clicked the movie window
closed, right before he came into the room and looked at the computer.
       "Hi Syd," I said, quickly closing his documents file as well.
       "Hey kiddo."  His voice now sounded beyond raspy, and his face
looked very pale.  He pulled off his hat and threw it on the floor.  Then
he looked at me quizzically.  "Uh, Jakey, did I interrupt something?"
       "Huh?" I asked, looking at him.
       "Looks like you've been havin' some fun here without me," he said,
pointing to my lap.
       That's when I realized I had forgotten to zip my fly up, button my
pants, or even to put my dick away.  And it was still hard.
       Mortified, I stuffed it back into my pants.
       "Were you gawkin' on some net porn in here, Jakey?" he asked.
       My face went hot, and I knew I couldn't lie to him.
       "I'll be damned, boy, you were!" he hollered, that charming smile on
his face.  "Sweet Jesus, Jakey, you just choked the chicken this very
morning.  And now you're at it again?  Golly, if you don't take after ol'
Syd after all in the horniness department.  And here it has been, weeks
you've been here, and I thought you were some kind of asexual, totally
non-horny guy.  Glad to see you're just as perverted as the rest of us men
after all."  He patted me on the back.  "Don't let me interrupt your fun,
you go right ahead."
       "No, I'm done," I said, my dick already having shriveled in my pants
from extreme mortification.  "Why are you home so early?"
       "I couldn't make it through my shift," he said.  "Just too goddamn
sick.  Felt like I could barely move."
       "Wow Syd, sorry to hear that.  I hate being sick."  So much so that
I religiously took care of myself.  I got frequent exercise, ate healthily
for the most part, and washed my hands all the time.  Because of that, my
immune system was pretty strong.  "You should just get to bed.  If you need
anything, I'll be here."
       "Better follow Doctor Groves' orders!" he said sarcastically,
starting to remove his clothes.
       "Hey Syd," I said as I was leaving the room.  "Let me ask you
something."
       "Shoot."
       "You know my roommate I've been talking about?"
       "Yeah, Amack."
       "Ahmad.  Yes.  Well, he stopped by today, and I was wondering if I
could invite him to stay for Christmas?  He doesn't have anyone to spend it
with."
       "Has he been here, Jakey?  Has he seen how small the place is?" Syd
asked.
       "Yes," I said.
       "Well then, I don't see why not.  The more the merrier, right?
`Cept I don't got any other couch for him to sleep on."
       "I don't mind sleeping on the floor," I said.
       "Nah, couldn't have you do that.  We'll figure something out.  Go
ahead and invite him."
       "Thanks Syd."
       "Don't mention it."
       I left the room.  I called Ahmad and told him Christmas was a go.
He was very excited to join us.
       After I hung up, I wondered how I was possibly going to stand
sharing one tiny cabin with the two hottest guys ever to walk the earth.
Well, I'd have to find out.
       Syd napped for at least an hour before I heard a word from him.
Then, I was disturbed from my reading by a "Jakey?" sound from the other
room.  "I need water."
       I jumped up, grabbed a glass of water, and then went into his room.
"Here you go," I said, putting the water on his nightstand.
       He looked really sick.  He had his blanket over him, but I could see
he was wearing a white tank on top.
       "Thanks partner," he said sleepily.  He grabbed the water and took a
sip.  "Jake, it's too cold.  I'm freezing here.  Can you get me some room
temperature water?" he asked me.
       I wanted to tell him that he could just wait a few minutes for the
water to warm up, but I bit my tongue.  I poured that glass out and got him
another.
       "That's perfect, thanks."
       But a few minutes later, I heard, "Jakey?" again.
       "Yes?" I asked, coming back into his room.
       "I need tissues," he said to me.  Then, to make his point clear, he
inhaled through his nose, the mucus making a rattling sound.  Really it was
quite disgusting.
       "I'll find some," I said.  I hadn't seen a box of tissues in my
whole time there, so I thought I would look around in cupboards.  There was
nothing in the kitchen, so I went to the bathroom.  Under the sink, I found
no box of tissues.  I did find an amazingly large box of condoms.  It was a
box of Trojan Magnum XLs.  Weren't those the biggest size of condom?  It
seemed like about three quarters of the box was used up.  I sighed, not
liking that he was buying these in bulk.  You're not supposed to leave
condoms sitting around for so long.  That's why they have expiration dates
on them.  I lifted one and looked at the date.
       Hmm, it was years away.  I calculated what I knew about expiration
dates to guess that Syd had only bought these a couple months ago.  Holy
crap, how was it that most of these were used up already?  Did Syd really
have THAT much sex?  He was a machine!
       "I'm waiting here!" he said.  "Pretty soon I'll have to use my
pillow case as a snot rag."
       Frustrated, I came out of the bathroom.  "Syd, I can't find a box of
tissues anywhere."
       "That's because I don't have any, Jakey," he said.  "I thought you
were just getting me the roll of toilet paper."
       I shook my head.  "You've been out of TP for the past couple of
days, hadn't you noticed?  I've just been using my camping stash myself."
       "Ok lord, I don't have any other roll."
       "You know what?  I have some tissue packets in my bag."
       I dug those out of my stuff and handed it to him.  "Thanks Jakey!"
he said, then proceeded to blow his nose.  "Damn that's a lot of snot."
       "I don't want to hear about it!" I said.
       I left the room, using my hand sanitizer immediately.
       "Jakey!" he yelled a moment later, his voice seemingly more grating.
       "Yes?" I said, going into his room.
       "My head hurts and I'm achy.  Can ya get me some aspirin?"
       I found the medicine in the kitchen.  "Syd, you're out of aspirin.
All you have is a decongestant."
       "No thanks, that makes me too drowsy."
       Again, after I left, he called for me again.  "I'm hungry.  Can you
make me chicken soup?"
       "If you have it," I said.
       "I do," he said.
       I raided his cupboards and found one can of the stuff.  I started to
heat it on the stovetop.
       "JAKEY!"
       I left the soup and went to see what he needed.
       "Where's the soup?" he asked me.  "It's been forever.  I'm hungry,
you forgot."
       "I didn't forget," I said.  "It's cooking on the stovetop."
       "Oh, how come you didn't just nuke it?"
       "Because it tastes better cooked on the stove," I turned around to
leave.
       "Jakey!"
       "What?"
       "It's gotten dark and gloomy in here.  Can you turn on the light?"
       I flipped on the switch, and then left him alone.  Wow, he was a lot
to handle.  This was typical, I knew.
       Normally, there were basically three sides to Syd's personality.
There was my favorite side, Syd the sweetheart, the guy who oozed warmth
and affection to his loved ones.  There was Syd the cowboy charmer, also a
side that was irresistible.  And there was Syd the horndog ladies man, a
side that annoyed me sometimes but overall I just found amusing.  One thing
all these personality facets had were that they were all positive.  Syd was
a fun-loving guy and really didn't have any sad or angry sides to him.
       But when Syd was really, really sick, a new side of Syd came out, a
sour, grumpy side.  It was very clear that Syd hated being sick, such a
difference from his normal way of loving his life.  He didn't handle this
well, unable to keep from lashing out to those around him when he was ill.
It would have been easy to just leave him alone during his times of
illness, except that when he was really sick, he needed a lot of tending
to.  He was pretty demanding.  Certainly the patience of any caretaker
would seriously be tested as a result.
       I remember my mom getting first hand knowledge of that fact.  It was
after my dad had died, when Syd moved into our house for a short time just
to be available to us as needed.  We all loved having him around, he always
brought us up.  That is, until he got sick for the first time.  At first my
mom, who had a serious crush on the guy, seemed to get excited when he got
sick.  She happily accepted the responsibility of tending him as his
personal nurse, assuming it would bring them further together.  She even
gave Syd a bell to ring from his bedroom whenever he should need something.
       She soon realized that bell was a mistake.  The first few times he
rang it, she trotted into his room happily.  But by the hundredth time, she
rolled her eyes before forcing herself to go in, and I could clearly hear
snide, curt voices coming from his room.
       Finally her patience ran out.  "I'm done taking care of him," she
said.  "For all the bitching he has done in the past couple of days, you'd
think we were married."  She had an odd view of marriage due to my dad
being her only husband.  "Jake, you can take over if you want.  I'm not
going in there again until he recovers."
       Lucky for Syd, I was the only one in my family with real patience.
Now, it was coming in handy again.
       I put the soup into a bowl and delivered it to him.  As I handed it
to him and he thanked me, I noticed there were used tissues all over the
floor and on his nightstand.  Eww, disgusting.  I left the room and
promptly washed my hands again.
       "Jakey!"
       I went back in the room.  "Yeah?"
       "I'm done, take it away."
       I looked at the bow of soup in his hands.  "It's barely eaten at
all."
       "I've had enough, and now it's making me sick."  He shut his eyes.
       I took it out, but put it in the fridge.  There was no way I was
wasting so much soup, even if I knew my hypochondriac side would never let
me eat it and risk infection.
       "Jakey!"
       I went back into the room.  "Jakey, I'm hot," he mumbled, not even
opening his eyes.
       "I thought you were freezing?"
       "Not anymore," he said.
       It was stuffy in the room.  I came to his side and looked at his
face.  It looked flush, and beads of sweat covered his skin, his blonde
hair was damp.
       "Syd, I'm going to take your temperature.  Where's your
thermometer?"
       "Mmm," he said, rousing a bit from his sleep.  "Don't have one.  Do
I feel hot to you?"
       I cringed.  The last thing I wanted was to touch him with my bare
hands.  It was hard enough just to be in this infirmary.  But I didn't want
to be a jerk.
       I sighed, then reached out and touched my hand to his forehead.
"Yes, you feel hot," I said.  "Syd, I should take you to the doctor."
       "No way," he said.  "I've been there a thousand times, every time I
get sick like this.  And they never help me.  I get a flu shot every year,
that's the best I can do.  Besides, I have really lousy insurance."
       "Syd, you should know better.  You should be getting the top of the
line insurance plan, with the amount you get sick."
       "Just help me get my tank off."
       I pulled down the covers of his bed.  I could see that he was
wearing his white long johns on his lower half but only had his white tank
on the upper half.  I couldn't help but sneak a peak at those sexy long
johns.  They somehow seemed tighter on his skin than ever, and I figured it
must have been because the wetness was acting like adhesive .  I could
clearly see his very large, soft penis pointed down, snaking down over his
left thigh.  Beneath those, I could see the outline of his round balls.
       His whole upper body looked soaked.  His muscular arms were
glistening, the blonde hair on his forearms damp.  The thin white fabric of
his tank was so wet it was translucent.  The fabric was glued to his
muscles, showing off his 6 pack, his belly button, his large pecs, and
those pink nipples.  Even his blonde chest hair was showing through the
fabric, though a large amount of it came up and over the collar area of his
tank.
       The thought of touching his tank, soaked through with his sick man
sweat, was not appealing in the least.
       I tried touching him as little as possible.  I reached over him with
both hands and hooked them under both straps of his tank.  Crap, they were
so gross.  I pulled up, but that tank wouldn't budge.  It was too tight, he
was too big, and the wetness was just making his skin stick to it more.
Plus he was doing absolutely nothing to help, his eyes shut and his mouth
ajar.
       Okay, I would do this one arm at a time.
       I lifted up his left beefy arm.  My gosh, his blonde armpit hair was
so wet.  If I hadn't known he had been in bed all evening I would have
thought he had run a marathon.  With his left arm up, there was enough give
on his right tank strap to pull it over his shoulder.  I set he left arm
back down, and went to the right one.
       Now I had to get the rest of his arm free.  It was harder than it
looked.  I had to pull his arm up and out of that strap.  In the process, I
got a lot of his hot, sickly sweat on my arms.
       Finally when I got that right strap free, the tank kind of resembled
a caveman's outfit, covering just the left pec, but the right side hanging
lose, showing his sweaty fur covered chest skin.
       Then his tank was lose enough so that I could pull it up and over
his head.  When it finally broke free, I was left with a soaking wet
garment in my hand which absolutely grossed me out.  I quickly discarded
it.
       This left him shirtless in bed, his whole torso wet, his chest hairs
and treasure trail both clamped down to his skin.  His sexy nipples were
anything but erect, looking relaxed and big.
       I left his room and washed my hands and my arms twice, scrubbing
hard with soap.
       Looking around his place, I started to get the strong urge to clean.
Everything looked like it had a layer of dust on it, and I wanted to
disinfect all of it as much as I could.  I decided, as long as I was
playing nurse, might as well make use of my free time.
       I scoured the apartment looking for cleaning supplies.  In the
kitchen, I found Windex, a sponge, and a dust pan.  That could not be all
Syd had, could it?  He didn't even have a vacuum.
       That was it, I was going shopping.  I made a careful list for
myself, then heard Syd call again.
       "Yes?" I asked as I went in there.
       "I have aches.  I need aspirin," he mumbled, half asleep.
       "You're out Syd, remember?"
       "Oh."
       "But I'm going to go to the store to get some more right now.  Do
you need anything before I leave?"
       "No."
       I left him.
       "Jakey, wait!" he called out.
       I walked back into his room.  "My feet hurt, could you rub them a
bit?" he asked me.
       His eyes were shut, so he didn't see me making a disgusting face.  I
had just finished disinfecting my hands.
       "Okay," I agreed.
       Syd pulled his covers off, leaving him just lying there in his tight
long johns.  He was on his back, so he put his feet up at the foot of his
bed expectantly before he shut his eyes again.
       Reluctantly, I grabbed his chair and put it at the foot of the bed,
sitting down.
       Syd sure did have huge, manly feet.  Normally I would have enjoyed
this.  His feet were nice looking, devoid of calluses or warts.  But now
they were covered in his infected sweat.  The little blonde hairs on the
top of his feet were especially wet.
       I sighed, built up my courage, and then started to massage his left
foot.  "Mmm, yeah, that's it," he said, then he seemed to drift back
asleep.
       As I rubbed hard into his feet, all I could visualize was me washing
this sweat off my hands when I was done.  I spent a few minutes on the left
one, then switched to the right.  Syd was snoring.
       I looked at his body, figuring I could at least enjoy the view while
I worked.  I immediately noticed something had changed about those long
johns.
       They were still sticking to every beefy leg muscle the guy had, but
this time, instead of his dick being soft, it was clearly firming up.  I
could see it actually stiffening as I rubbed, still trapped down his leg.
Darn, I guess he was still capable of some virility even though he was
sick.
       I saw his dick throb and heard him moan in his sleep.  Feeling like
I was intruding, I left his room.
       I washed my hands really well, then left for the grocery store.
       When I came back, I had all sorts of cleaning supplies, food,
medicine, and I even bought a potted plant, which I put in his living room
by the window.  He didn't have anything green in his place.
       I heard Syd calling my name, and I entered his room again.  He was
still in the position I left him in, only the hardon in his long johns had
thankfully gone back to normal.
       "I need to piss bad, Jakey.  Can you help me to the bathroom?"
       "Sure, Syd."  I walked over to the side of his bed and helped him
sit up, planting his feet on the floor.  "Can you stand up?" I asked.
       "I'm gonna need ya to support me," he said.  He reached his muscular
right arm up, and I grabbed it, leaned myself underneath it, wrapped my arm
around his back, and lifted him up to his feet.  He kept his right arm
around me as I helped him walk to the bathroom.  He was a heavy guy.
       His armpit was resting right on the back of my neck, and as we
walked, I could feel his super wet armpit hair squish against my skin.  It
was disgusting.
       I took him into the bathroom and to the toilet.  "I can't stand on
my own," he said.
       "Maybe it would help if I put the seat down and sat you down," I
suggested, knowing I did that whenever I felt sick.
       "Jakey, my johnson's way too long for that," he said.  "I'd end up
with my cock pissing in a pool of my own piss."
       I cringed, not even having thought of that side effect.  It sounded
disgusting.
       "Just help me do it standing, okay?" he said.  But he leaned his
head forward and shut his eyes, totally out of it.
       Fine, I would do it myself.
       With his arm around my neck and mine supporting his sweaty torso, I
unbuttoned the fly of his long johns with my free hand.  I reached my hand
in, and the first thing my fingers came into contact with was his warm, wet
bush, sopping my hand with his sickly sweat.  I tried to ignore it, and
moved my fingers down, coming to the base of his soft dick, which was also
wet and sweaty.
       I circled my hand around his dick base, then yanked it through the
open fly.  I held onto it, but the majority of his dick was still inside
his long johns.  It seemed like a lot of work to snake this whole thing
out.
       Syd woke up a bit.  "Why don't you just go over the top of the
waistband instead of through the fly?  I'm really hung, Jakey.  It's not
easy to pull my dick through the fly like that."  He seemed a little
annoyed.
       "It's working fine," I lied, not wanted to admit my mistake.
       I kept pulling and pulling.  Finally, I pulled the head through the
fly and the whole big sweaty penis was out.  I snaked the big hose down and
aimed it towards the toilet.  But I just kept on aiming without any action
for a long while.
       "Syd, you can piss now!" I said.
       He blinked.  "Oh, right."  He concentrated, then I felt the stream
come through his urethra, traveling all the way to his head.  Finally, the
piss came through, and I aimed the head right for the toilet.
       He really did need to go, he stood their and pissed a good long
time.  In the middle of it, he opened his eyes again.  "You know, you
aren't so bad in the ol' johnson size category either," he said.  "At least
from what I've seen.  I guess you take after your ol' uncle syd in that
department."
       "Ha ha," I said, knowing we obviously weren't related.  "Anyway, I'm
not nearly as big as you."
       "It won't matter, what you got will please the ladies real well."
       Then he drifted off again.
       The urine stream stopped, dribbling off.  I shook his dick a few
times to get the thing clean, then I carefully stuffed his penis back into
his long johns.
       When I tried to walk him back, he showed no sign of helping me, and
I couldn't carry him like that on my own.  I had to wake him up until he
was able to help walk, then I put him back in bed.
       My body felt really hot after touch him.  Worried, I grabbed the
thermometer I had just bought in the store, one of those ear thermometers.
He was at 101.6.
       I roused him enough to give him his aspirin, and then let him fall
back asleep.  It was beyond late, so I turned off his light, cleaned myself
up, then went to sleep, totally exhausted.  Being his nurse was hard work.

       *****

       I awoke from my rest during the night because of a tapping on the
living room window.  Groggy and confused, I hopped off the couch and walked
towards the glass pane.  When I pulled open the blinds, I was surprised to
see Viktor looking back at me.
       "Hey, can I come in?" He asked through the glass.
       "No!  Go away!"  I tried to yell as quietly as possible.
       "I'm not going away until you come out here and talk to me!"  He was
shouting now.
       The last thing I wanted to do was to wake up Syd, so I figured I'd
go outside quietly and tell him to take a hike.  Unfortunately I was still
nude, which is how I had been sleeping ever since Syd had started barely
wearing a stitch of clothing whenever he was home, so I grabbed a blanket
from the couch and wrapped it around me.
       When I went outside Viktor tried to hug me, but I pushed him away.
I noticed his black car in the driveway.
       "What are you doing here?"
       "I drove up to surprise you.  Surprise."
       "Are you out of your mind?  I thought that after you drugged me you
wouldn't have the nerve to show up here again."
       He shook his head.  "I never drugged you.  You just got drunk."
       "Off of one beer?"
       "Look, sweetheart."  He put his hand on my shoulder.  "Let's forget
about the other night."
       I stepped back.  "Get away from me.  We're through, I don't want you
ever coming here again."
       "Not like you'll call the police and smear your perfect reputation."
       "Get out, now."
       "What are you hiding?"  He grabbed my blanket and pulled it off of
me, a bit surprised by my nudity.  "Holy shit, you're ready for me, aren't
you?"  He put his arms around me, grinding his body into my own, the crotch
of his pants slamming into my naked penis.
       I was not normally inclined towards violence, but he made me
absolutely infuriated.  I hit him in the jaw, not enough to really hurt
him, just enough to show him I meant business.  He doubled back and winced
in pain, and I took the opportunity to snatch my blanket back.
       "Fine, I'll go."  He rubbed his jaw.  "Bitch."
       I watched him get into his car and drive off.  I hoped it would be
the last time I'd see him.  What had I gotten myself into?
       The snow was starting to fall.  I went back inside, locked the door,
and went to sleep.
       "Jakey!" I heard, ripping me from my sleep.
       I jumped up, walked into his room, and turned on the light.
       "I'm hot again," he said.  "Can you help me take off my long johns?"
       "Sure," I said, very thankful that he seemed to have slept through
Viktor's intrusion.
       His long johns were beyond soaked.  I couldn't believe someone could
sweat that much.  It seemed like I'd be able to fill up a gallon jug with
the liquid in those things.
       At least the sweat had made his long johns mostly translucent,
giving me a nice view of his beautiful, soft dick snaking down his thigh.
       Once again, when Syd asked me to help him with something, he really
meant that I do it alone while he slumbered.  He was of no assistance
taking off his long johns, which made it difficult work.  Practically
impossible, in fact, as they were skin tight and wet.
       I grabbed the left leg hole opening by his ankle, got a good grip on
it with both hands, and pulled.  Not the slightest bit of movement.  I
tried the same tactic on the right side, but got the same results.  I tried
grabbing a leg with each hand and pulling with all my might... nothing!
       What I finally had to resort to was to go up to his hips and fold
the waistband of the long johns down.  This allowed me to pull the things
down his body, folding the underwear inside out as I went.
       I pulled down, slowly exposing his blonde curly pubes, matted wet
with sweat.  I pulled down more, exposing the base of his big, veiny penis,
also sweaty, and then my progress stopped cold.  The frontside had been
moving along fine, but the backside had gotten caught up on his butt.
       "Syd, turn over," I said, but all I got back in response were
snores.
       I had to turn him over in bed onto his front, but he was a really
heavy guy.  The only way I could get him over was to sit in bed with him
while I did it, making contact with my shorts all over the sick sweat on
his sheets.
       Once he was face down, I noticed how hot and sweaty his smooth,
muscled back was.  I folded the waistband of his long johns down, then
started to pull it down, exposing his beautiful, tan butt in the process.
I pulled until I had folded the fabric down past the back of his squishy
ballsack, then I carefully flipped him to his front side again.
       This time when I continued to pull the fabric down, it went easily,
and I pulled it all the way past his soft penis, over this thighs and
knees, and finally over his hairy calves.
       I tossed it to the side and left him alone, washing my hands
thoroughly before going back to bed.

       *****

       "Jakey?"
       It was still dark.  I sighed, knowing I just wasn't going to get any
sleep that night.
       I jumped out of bed, yawning, and went into his room and turned on
the light again.  "Yes?"
       "I can't breathe," he wheezed.  "Can you get me the Vicks Vaporub?
That helps sometimes."
       I found the rub in the cupboard and came to his bedside.  By the
time I got there, he was sleeping again.  I tried to wake him, but he
didn't budge.  Once again I'd have to do things myself.
       He was on his back in the bed with no covers.  He had both hands
behind his head, and both legs spread wide open, bent at the knees.  His
huge, fat dick was pointed straight down, resting on his sheets.  Every
part of his body had a sheen of sweat.
       You were supposed to rub the Vaporub on your arms, chest, and
stomach.  Since I was standing right next to his right arm, I decided to
start there.
       He hand his hands behind his head, so his arms were really flexed,
veins popping up all over the ropy muscles.  I rubbed some of the salve
onto his hairy forearm.  Then, I moved up to his flexed bis and tris, where
the hair tapered off, and rubbed every inch of those muscles with the
ointment.  I went lower and traced my fingers around his armpit, not
wanting to get his pit hairs greasy, but getting the skin around them.  I
moved my hands up and gently massaged the rub into his beefy, round
shoulder.
       I then gave the same treatment to his left arm, having to lean over
him in order to reach.  I rubbed the salve around his neck, encircling his
large adams apple with my finger.  I started to massage the stuff into his
chest, which took a lot more Vaporub because I had to rub it into his curly
blonde hairs there.  I rubbed down the crevasse between the pecs, and then
moved my hand sideways along the bottom of his right pec.  Gosh, it was so
big, felt so good under my touch.  When I reached his right nipple, I
encircled the thing with my greasy finger tip.  I continued to rub along
his pec, following its curve along its bottom as it tapered off towards his
armpit.  Then I moved my hand to his left pec and did the same wonderful
journey all over again.
       I rubbed the grease down from the middle of his chest, following his
treasure trail along the center of his abs.  When I reached his belly
button, I circled that with my finger.  I used both hands to carefully rub
the stuff into every crevasse of his six pack, the ridges of his obliques,
and that wonderful muscle right above his hipline.  It was such an
astonishing feeling.  I rubbed down until I touched the top of his blonde
pubes.  I wanted so badly to keep move down, but I didn't think I had a
good excuse for rubbing Vaporub onto his lovely penis.
       I left him, feeling very horny, and unable to go back to sleep
because of it.  But, after about an hour, I started to nod off.  Of course,
just as I was falling back asleep, I heard my name being called again.
This time, Syd wanted a decongestant, or as he referred to it, snot meds.
I filled his order easily, and this time, there wasn't anything sexy about
his request, so I went to bed again pretty easily.