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Brett's Hercules - by Catgenie [Gay Male Stories/Science Fiction or Fantasy]
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Chapter four - Brett's newfound strength
The morning sun, filtering through the cracks in the cabin walls, gently roused Brett from his sleep. He stirred, his body still warm from the night's passion, his mind filled with the lingering sweetness of their lovemaking. He opened his eyes, his gaze falling on Hercules, who was still sound asleep beside him.
Hercules, even in slumber, exuded an aura of power and strength. His broad chest rose and fell with each breath, his strong arms lay relaxed at his sides, his face, usually etched with a warrior's intensity, softened by sleep. Brett, captivated by the sight of his lover, reached out and gently traced his fingers along Hercules's jawline, marveling at the smooth contours of his face, the strong lines of his cheekbones, the fullness of his lips. He then moved his hand down Hercules's chest, feeling the firm, sculpted muscles beneath his skin. He traced the line of his pecs, the definition of his abs, the powerful curve of his biceps. He was mesmerized by the sheer physicality of the man, by the raw power that emanated from every inch of his body.
As his hand moved lower, his fingers brushed against Hercules's manhood, which was still stiff and erect. A blush crept up Brett's neck, but he felt a surge of curiosity, a desire to explore this part of Hercules, to experience him in a way he had never experienced before. He gently lifted Hercules's hand, which was resting on his chest, and brought his lips to his lover's manhood. He felt the warmth of Hercules's skin against his lips, the smooth texture of his flesh, the pulsating energy of his arousal. He began to move his lips gently, savoring the taste of his lover, the feeling of his love, the power of their connection.
Hercules, stirred by the sensation, stirred in his sleep, his hand reaching out to grasp Brett's head, pulling him closer. He moaned softly, his eyes fluttering open, his gaze meeting Brett's with a mixture of surprise and delight.
"Brett," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "What are you doing?"
Brett, his cheeks flushed, looked into Hercules's eyes, his gaze filled with a mixture of shyness and longing.
"I... I just wanted to..." he stammered, unable to find the words to express the feelings that were swirling inside him.
Hercules, understanding the unspoken desire in Brett's eyes, smiled gently. He reached down drawing Brett closer and kissed him deeply. He felt a surge of passion, a renewed sense of desire, a love that was strong and enduring. After the kiss, Brett's mouth found its way back to Hercules's manhood, drawn by an irresistible force. He circled the tip with his tongue, savoring the warmth and texture, eliciting a soft moan from Hercules. The sound, a mixture of pleasure and surprise, sent a thrill through Brett. He wanted to satisfy the man he loved, to give him pleasure as he had given him. He began to suck faster, deeper, his tongue working with a newfound confidence. He felt the strong muscles of Hercules's body tense, his breath catching in his throat, his moans growing louder. The sensation was intoxicating, a heady mix of pleasure and power.
Then, suddenly, a wave of heat surged through Hercules's body. He gripped Brett's head, his fingers digging into his hair, his moans turning into a guttural cry. He shot a mouthful of his essence into Brett's mouth, a thick, warm fluid that filled his mouth with a strange, sweet taste. Brett, surprised but not repulsed, swallowed all of the essence, feeling a rush of heat spread through his body. It was a strange sensation, a mixture of warmth, tingling, and a sense of being completely filled. He felt a deep connection to Hercules, a bond that went beyond the physical, a shared experience that transcended words.
He looked up at Hercules, his eyes filled with a mixture of awe and affection. Hercules, his face flushed with pleasure, looked back at him, his gaze filled with a tenderness that Brett had never seen before. They were both breathless, their bodies still trembling from the shared climax. In that moment, they felt a profound connection, a sense of unity that went beyond the physical. They had shared something intimate, something primal, something that had deepened their bond, their love. It was a moment of pure joy, a celebration of their connection, a testament to the power of their love.
The days that followed were a blur of activity, a whirlwind of shared routines and unspoken intimacy. Brett, as always, threw himself into their daily tasks, his body feeling stronger, more resilient than ever before. He noticed a subtle change in his physique, a fullness in his muscles, a newfound strength that seemed to come from within. He initially attributed it to the rigorous physical demands of their lifestyle, the constant hunting, the strenuous chores, the endless workouts. But as the days turned into weeks, the change became undeniable. His muscles were fuller, more defined, his strength was almost superhuman. He could lift heavier logs, run faster, jump higher, his body responding with an ease and power he had never experienced before.
He couldn't shake the feeling that something was different, something had changed within him. He remembered the strange warmth he felt after drinking Hercules's essence, the feeling of being completely filled, and a realization dawned on him. Could it be? Could the essence, the very essence of Hercules, be the source of his newfound strength? The thought was both exciting and terrifying. He had never considered the possibility of sharing Hercules's power, of becoming something more than human. He was a bodybuilder, a man dedicated to physical perfection, but he had never sought to transcend his limits, to become something beyond his own natural abilities.
One night, as they lay together after their usual lovemaking, Brett finally confessed his secret to Hercules. He told him about the changes he had noticed, the sudden increase in strength, the feeling of being infused with a power he couldn't explain. Hercules, listening intently, his face a mixture of surprise and wonder, confirmed Brett's suspicions. He explained that his essence, a byproduct of his divine lineage, carried a unique energy, a power that could be shared with those he truly loved. He had never considered sharing this gift before, but the thought of sharing it with Brett, the man he loved, filled him with a sense of joy and pride.
"It seems," Hercules said, his voice filled with wonder, "that love can indeed work miracles. And that my love for you, Brett, has given you a gift beyond measure."
Brett, overwhelmed with emotion, felt a surge of gratitude and love for Hercules. He had been given a gift, a power beyond his wildest dreams, a power that had been bestowed upon him by the man he loved. He knew that this gift, this newfound strength, was a testament to their love, a symbol of their connection, a reminder of the extraordinary power of their bond.
Brett asked Hercules playfully, "Do you want to have a taste of your Herculean strength?". Hercules, as he gazed intently into Brett's blue eyes, answered, "anything for you my love!".