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I was lost in a forest. A long line of sweltering trees with gnarled limbs, sheathed in a mixture of flesh and bark. Concrete was beneath my feet one moment, a dirt road the next. A heavy briefcase weighed me down, my best suit glued to me like a second skin. I was on my way to work, but I couldn't remember where. The perspiration was so prevalent that I could barely see where I was walking. Each breath was a miracle. My clothes were literally choking me to death. I reached to take off my tie, but the tie was gone. It was as if invisible hands were undressing me. My dark blue jacket vanished. One by one the buttons on my white dress shirt disappeared. My undershirt was torn to shreds, sliding down my waist as my dark blue trousers melted away. My shoes and socks were gone. I was stripped down to polka dot boxers, as if I were on my way to a Wonder Bread gay porn advertisement.
I continued hobbling/walking/running, the briefcase getting heavier, the boxers getting tighter. Finally, as the red sky turned dark, I stumbled along a stony path. I blacked out. Woke up some time after. Totally naked now. A light breeze wafted through my furry chest. Then the hands again, tugging at small tufts of hair under my arms, poking and pinching my nipples. I could smell my semen and the cum of so many others, too many for me to imagine. My legs were crudely spread, my back arched, my sore jaw clenching. My mouth, my ass, my tits, my cock, were being devoured by body parts of men I could feel, and hear, and taste, but not see. I was in a void, with no control, and as much as I wanted to get out, I couldn't. Nothing would let me.
In the midst of my fifth orgasm, the invisible fingers craned my head while I suckled on them and a few of the sloppy shafts raping my mouth. I saw the briefcase. Open now. Head shots of Jerry began to fly out and circle my convulsing body. "Visualize", "focus", "set goals", the photos whispered to me. I called out for him, but he refused to answer. Or perhaps he couldn't. Maybe he was stuck in his own personal Hell/Heaven, just like I was.
The helpful entreaties were interrupted by a shrill buzzing. I panicked and tried to buck away from the long anaconda probing my rectum. Suddenly, I felt the buzz, felt a razor across my stomach. Whimpered curses rasped from my soaked throat. The bastards were shaving my chest. My last stamp of individuality. Then I saw the man holding the tortorous clippers. Those eyes. Hypnotizing me. I opened my mouth to scream his name. And then...
BEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPPP
I woke up. Covered in sweat. Covered in a human lump of flesh and muscle. Who was I in bed with?
Oh yeah, Rocco. The sexiest throw pillow known to man, or at least this man. His rugged frame was pressed behind me in a spoon position, with his strong biceps wrapped tightly around my waist. His thick lips nuzzled my neck, and his thick, erect 8 inches nuzzled...somewhere else. I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt a hairy chest against my back, the sensation pectoral fuzz singing my spine while simultaneously creating a coccoon effect. I almost didn't want to get up, but I knew I had to. The machine was beeping into my brain. Reluctantly, I crawled from the sheets and nudged Rocco's shoulder.
"Rocco...psstt...wake up, lover."
Not the snappiest patter, but I hadn't had my afternoon cocktail, so forgive me.
Rocco was not in as forgiving a mood, muttering some kind of curse word as he rolled on his side. His beautiful, dimpled backside teased me through the gauzy sheets. He really had the perfect ass. Meaty, firm cheeks, paler than his beefy legs and strong back. Large globes with the lightest dusting of brown hair.
Rousing myself from arousal, I managed to hit the machine before I crawled back into bed with him.
"Hi, Ben. It's Jerry. Um...just wanted to say I love you. Remember that."
I played the message a second time. Then a third. Possibly a fourth. One, because I could barely hear over Rocco's deep snores. Two, because I couldn't believe this was the voice of the most confident person I had ever known. Jerry never showed weakness. Jerry never sounded like he needed me. Jerry never sounded like he needed anyone.
I dialed the number he'd left in case of emergencies. According to the shrill lady at the desk, he'd checked out 20 minutes ago. Why didn't he tell me in the message? What the fuck was going on?
After a quick bathroom break, I decided that Rocco's snores were too much to tolerate. In a very moderate, calm fashion, I smashed a pillow into his face until he woke up.
"ASSHOLE," he yelled out, squinting in the darkness.
I sat on the bed, pulling the sheet to my waist, his Herculean body marginally comforting my bleary eyes. "Sorry. If that hadn't worked, I was going to get out my 12-inch dildoes." My smirk left in question just how serious the threat was. Rocco certainly scrambled to get into the bathroom, so apparently he took it very seriously.
While he used the shower, I called a few of Jerry's business associates. No word from him on their either. I didn't want to have a hissy fit, not in the middle of such a crisis. If there was a crisis. I was still on the bed, half-dazed, when Rocco emerged from the steam-filled powder room. The last clean towel was being rubbed thoroughly through his thinning hair. His torso was even more arousing with the combination of steam and moisture. He had this dopey grin on his face, so big and sweet, like he didn't have a care in the world. My erection slowly returned to life, dribbling against the silk sheets at a steady pace.
"My God, Rocco, you're perfect. I hope this isn't some male prostitution scam you have going on."
Rocco shook his head insistently through the towel.
"I don't do that kind of stuff. It's wrong."
Hmm, I guess jumping a defenseseless, naked homeowner is right, but jumping a defenseless, naked homeowner for cash is wrong. Well, I couldn't criticize. I can't justify my actions, aside from temporary insanity, but I was going to go out of my mind standing around waiting for Jerry to call back. I needed a distraction. Rocco was that distraction. As I walked towards him, he winked at me, even reached out to stroke my fleshy girth. He knew what I had to have. There was some connection between us, perhaps a bear psychic network. He was keeping me stable just by being there. The rough thumb gently circling my glans was a big help as well.
I pressed him against the threshold of the bathroom door. My breath hot on his thick neck. Wordlessly, we both knew what was going to happen. I kneeled, kissing and licking down his back, writing my name in a tongue alphabet over and over until I reached his awe-inspiring buttocks. They kneaded in my hands, the soapy scent gliding into my nostrils while I tasted his moist pucker with my tongue.
I hadn't been on the giving end of anal sex in years, and Rocco wasn't exactly stretched out. Yet, when I slipped my knob inside him, it felt right. Perfect. Every inch slipped inside, with some practice and patience. I began a slow motion of thrusting and parrying, pulling back, slithering forward, as he ground his supple rump into my crotch. Our hands met at his nipples, his matted six-pack, his bobbing, slobbering manhood. The sex was much more loving than I'd expected, and also ended much too quickly. Soon, he shot his load against the door frame, with his clenching ass muscles enough to send me over the edge. Volley after volley of my sperm shot inside his tight hole. A combination of my fears, my desires, my rediscovery of a pleasure I'd almost forgotten, seemed to go into each rope of cum.
I'd given him everything I had. When I pulled out, my knees buckled to the point where I could barely walk. Rocco scoopped me up in his big arms and carried me to the bed. He kissed me on the forehead. I fell asleep with my head on his furry stomach, letting my exhaustion wash away any guilt or pain. I didn't even want to think about what the next day would bring.
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