Date: Mon, 26 Jul 2021 22:40:20 +0000 (UTC) From: "ozzalone65@aol.com" Subject: Man Merrick This is a fictional tale of a fictional land in am alternate world. It is of a character from a recent story I have been posting here. Merrick was a character in the 'rise of the minotaur' story. A big burly man that owned the food story. This tells of lust for him by other persons. Hope you enjoy.... +++++xx+++++xx+++++xx+++++xx+++++xx+++++xx+++++xx+++++xx+++++xx+++++xx+++ Man Merrick ... I had first seen sir Merrick in the weekly food market here in town. Merrick is an older man. Maybe in hus early forties. Big wrong burly looking man with short brown hair that was starting to grey at the sides.it even his handsomely trimmed full beard had traces of greying in it. It made this bug hunky man a handsome thing to behold. That and his big burly body. He was tall. Maybe 6 ft 3 or so. A goo 225 to 235 pounds. Thick furry forearms that told of a hairy body beneath his shirt. Ad thick legs that stretch at the trousers he wore. He was the local baker in my small village. A small town of less than 13,000 people. I first saw this big broad looking man a few years ago when I was in my teens. My parents always made it a thing to go to the weekend market that was set up over by the lake on the south side of town. It was a nice way for the town's people to gather and meet and converse in an out door setting. "Stay with your mother" my father Jonas would say to me He would go to the butcher's booth and such and get the meats and other items that we would keep in the ice box. I wasn't much for these events. I would rather just be outside and exploring. Going out to the edge of the town near the wall that separated the town from the outside world. I would rather got out to that area where there were ruins of the old village that was the original village hundreds if years ago. It was where all us kids hung out when we were not in school. Although i was usually there on my own as I had very few friends. I was more of a loner. Save for my only friend Sasha. She was the daughter of my parents closest neighbors. She and I would always get into mischief in our youth. "Good ole Sasha" I would say Or "Sasha made me do it" Anything so i would not take full on blame for the shenanigans we would get into. Yes my only friend Sasha. But that was a few years back now. Sasha has since fallen to illness. A strickening disease that attacks the joints. So she is mostly confined to bed or a wheelchair. So she had become less fun as of late. But as for me, I was still curious and adventuresome. Searching out different things to do with my time. But I was still required to go to these silly weekend events and even the dreadful church where the priests taught religion. "Ughnn" I huffed at the thought "Religion is such bunk" "The books are such contradictions" "From one silly teaching to another". "Its all garbage" Yes I was not fond of religion here. Especially their views on homosexuality. It was if course called a sin. But I did not care as I was and I wanted it. Men that is. Especially more as I grew older and more hungry for the flesh. The heat of man on man connection. A need for what all want. Love and companionship. And I had had a few occasions of secretive sexual encounters with many men. Younger, older, thinner and fatter than myself. But it was nit until I met Merrick that there was such a fire in me that I felt it would consume me from my desire. "Wow. Look at him" I said that day I first saw this awesome looking man. "Who is that man?". Here I was. Still young at 22. But in my town that was a man. I was already in my own flat and loving on my own. There I was at the food market collecting supplies for the next few days. Fruits and meat and such. But it was there at the bakery booth that I saw him. And how I had never seen then God like man before was a shock to me. But I recalled that usually when I was there there was always a woman at the booth. I surmised it was the man wife as I pondered their relationship. But at this moment in time all I saw was the stunning bear of a man before me. My eyes fell on his brawny arms mostly. That and how his broad chest pulled at the blouse on his frame. The top strings of it unbound and that part of his shirt opened to expose the top of what appeared a very hairy chest. Soft brown fur that pushed out at the top of it. The mans broad face having a slightly darker brown beard that accentuated his handsome looks. His eyes soft brown with flecks of green throughout them. He was truly a beautiful man. "My goodness" I huffed aloud as I gazed at him. The big man smiles as he looked over at me as i stood there at the booth. On the other side of the long table from him and those meaty arms. Arms that also had some nice lighter brown hair on them. The hairs there looking almost silken. "See something you want?" He asked with that very delicious smile he had "Uhmm, yess. I uhm" I was caught unable to make a full sentence my eyes locked to the fantastic man before me. I had to pull my eyes away for fear he may not like my staring at him. Then i looked down at the table and found the sourdough loaf. It was always my favorite and i pointed that one out to him. He grabbed it and wrapped it up. Then I handed his big meaty hand a few coins for the bread. Thanking him for it. But then I had to ask who he was. Maybe get a name of this God if men. "Where is the woman. Sondra?" I asked "I don't recall ever seeing you herd?" "My wife?" He came back. "She is at home. Feeling a bit under the weather." "So I promised to help her this week" 'Wife' I huffed to myself. But if course this gorgeous man bear was married. How could he not be? How could a flock of women not be fighting for such a creature. How at that moment I wished to be a woman. His woman. I smiled back at him and wished his wife a speedy recovery. He thanked me and then I turned to leave. I knew I needed to as my loins were aching below. But then call back and said his name to me "I am Merrick by the way" he said back Then he smiled and lent out a hand to shake. I smiled again and took his brawny hand in mine. A strong grip he did have. And his touch was almost electric. A jolt washing through me as we shook hands. "Good to meet you" I said back "I am Orin" "A pleasure to meet you Orin" he came back Then I walked away. But looked back to we him staring back at me. Eyes like a blaze piercing me. And i felt my cock stir in my trousers. "Wow. What was that?" I thought to myself... +++xx+++++xx+++++xx+++++xx+++++xx+++++xx+++++xx+++++xx+++++xx+++++xx+++ To be continued