Pantheon

Apollo

I was staring at my girlfriend Christina. She was up at the counter flirting with this freaky looking barista. She must have been doing alright because she looked pretty pleased with herself. Hopefully I'd get an extra shot with my coffee for her trouble. There was no denying that Christina could get pretty much anything she wanted. She had on these tight little denim shorts, a white tank- top and these little sandals with a small heel. She was hot and I admired her from the table I was saving for us while she ordered. Christina was blond, tall and skinny in a very athletic way. No straight guy could ignore her and I felt lucky, while I watched her, that she'd chosen me.

We'd met back before freshman orientation. I was at the university on football scholarship and she was a cheerleader. We ran in the same circles and we'd started dating before the first semester was over. It'd been almost two years and we were getting ready to start our junior year. The apartment we'd gotten together for the summer was right behind this coffee house and we came here pretty often. We'd spent the previous day moving Christina's stuff to her sorority house, where she'd live during the school year, and spent our last night in our apartment making love. I was going to keep the apartment because it was actually closer to the athletic facilities than the upperclassmen housing.

Christina was headed toward the table with a flirty little grin on her face. I hadn't really taken my eyes off her since I'd sat down. We were the perfect couple and I felt safe in that. I figured we'd get married eventually, probably after we graduated. Especially if I went pro, barring any injury in the next couple of years it looked like a good possibility. I'd learned a lot since moving from my rural farming-community to the city, about nutrition and proper exercise / weight-training, and I was in the best shape I'd ever been in.

Christina put my cup in front of me and walked around me, trailing her hand over my shoulders, to sit beside me. She leaned over to kiss me on the cheek and whispered, "Extra shot, baby." I grinned over at her, turned my hat around backwards, and leaned in to kiss her quick. She pulled open the newspaper on the table and handed me the sports section as she unfolded the front page. I took the paper and opened it to start reading, keeping informed.

I hadn't more than scanned the second page when I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I could tell that someone was staring at me and I turned around to scan the people behind me. I saw him immediately. He didn't even bother trying to avert his eyes but stared openly at me. My first reaction was to be pissed and a little embarrassed, I felt the tops of my ears turn hot. I stared right back, not wanting to back down, and slowly the details of the man started filtering into my mind. He was blond, but like a golden blond, with really blue eyes that were frankly assessing me. I could tell that he was tall, even seated, and impressively muscled. He was wearing a fitted light-grey T-shirt with a V-neck. His biceps strained the sleeves and his chest pressed against the fabric, some golden hair poking out of the neck. It was the same golden hair that covered his thick forearms and his head.

I'd had guys come-on to me before, usually at the campus gym, but not like this. It was kind of freaking me out. I'd always considered myself pretty open-minded but this was testing my limits. He was a really good-looking guy, he could have any other guy he wanted so why was he bothering me?

I saw his lips moving slightly, the lower thicker than the top, and suddenly I felt his words brushing over my ears. I could hear him from across the crowded coffee-bar, "Pretty mortal. I like the looks of you, boy. Come over here." It was a command that I was suddenly unable to disobey. I stood and made my way to his table where he motioned me to take a seat beside him. I complied and stared at him. I felt so uncertain for a moment then my natural confidence took over, "What do you want?"

"I wanted to see if you would obey me." His voice was so deep, rumbling out of his chest. I was distracted for a second by the light on the golden stubble along his jaw before his words registered.

"You made me." It was a true statement, I knew it, even if I didn't understand how it had happened.

"Would you have come, if I hadn't commanded it?" Our eyes were still locked and my total focus was on this man and what he was saying.

"No, maybe, I don't know. What are you doing to me?" The last part came out a bit more sibilant than I would have preferred so I squared my shoulders.

"It's a little trick I can do. Will you stay and talk with me if I vow never to use it on you again?" I nodded and instantly the compulsion to remain at the table with him was gone. I glanced around to see if Christina had noticed my absence. Apparently not, as I couldn't see her over the newspaper she held.

I looked back at the guy, saying, "What are you, a hypnotist or something?" He rumbled a laugh out, the smile he gave me reaching to his eyes. My heart skipped a little beat, how could a guy be so handsome?

"I'm something else. Go attend to the pretty girl. I will see you later, sweet." Was this guy for real? I stood up as he did, the table between us. He was tall, probably six-eight, two or three inches taller than me. He was wearing these jeans that just hung off his hips, like the button was just where his pubes would be. The grey T-shirt wasn't long enough to cover him and an inch wide band of hairy, muscled, tanned stomach was very evident. I couldn't take my eyes off that exposed skin for a minute.

I came out of my revelry as he brushed by me. Our arms touched for just a second and a shock went through my whole body. I watched him leave, people staring at him on the street, until he'd rounded the corner and was gone. I went back to Christina and my coffee.

"Who was the guy, Mike?" She folded the edge of one corner down to see me. So she had been watching.

"Just some guy. No big deal, baby. I'm gonna get a banana, you want anything?" I gave her my best what-did-I-do grin and she just shook her head, going back to the paper.

I dropped Christina off at her sorority and went to work. I was working as a lifeguard at a nearby municipal pool to make some spending money. The hours were easy and the work was easy, the most I had to do was yell at the kids not to run and teach a swimming class two days a week. The university would be paying for my apartment during the school year, and of course tuition, so I didn't need to make that much and I really enjoyed being a lifeguard.

The day seemed to go really fast, probably because I actually had to jump in and pull a kid out of the pool. He was fine, just scared, so I handed him off to the girl at the front desk so she could call his parents. My shift was almost up so I packed up my stuff while keeping one eye on the pool. I caught a glimpse of gold from the corner of my eye and turned to find the guy from that morning coming out of the men's locker-room. We didn't get many adults during the day, and those we did get usually had little kids with them.

The blond guy stood out like a sore thumb. He had on tiny, black swim trunks, the kind that look like boxer-briefs, and nothing else. The front of the suit bulged obscenely. His chest and stomach were covered in that hair that looked like spun gold, I noticed the hair was shorter on his belly. His muscles were amazingly well defined and the low-slung suit showed off the perfection of his torso. His iliac crests were clearly defined, dipping down into the black suit. He legs were just as hairy and thickly muscled. His skin was tanned all over.

He saw me and began to make his way over to my stand, dodging kids and chairs. My eyes couldn't seem to help themselves and I was riveted to him. I heard a shout and realized I should be keeping an eye on the pool, not this walking sex-advertisement. When he got close I spoke before he could, "What are you doing here?"

"I told you, Michael, that I would be seeing you later. And here I am." He stood facing me and I focused my attention on the pool behind him.

"Are you some kind of stalker? How do you know my name and where I work?"

"After I saw you this morning I made it my business to find out more about you." I studied his face for a second, trying to tell if he was for real, looking for signs of insanity. He just smiled at me, looking so at ease.

"Why? I don't understand." I saw my replacement coming out of the women's locker-room and hopped off the tall chair. The guy didn't step back and I had to land right next to him. I went to step back but he put one big hand over my shoulder, stopping and steadying me. His skin felt warmer than the sun-baked skin on my bare shoulder.

"That's my relief, Jane. I've gotta go home now." We were staring into one another's eyes, unblinking. I felt drawn into him and actually moved closer until the heat of his body scorched along mine. I held my hand up to lay it on his chest, but before I could touch him he released my shoulder and stepped back, "I came to swim, Michael," he whispered to me. He walked to the edge of the deep end and dived in, looking expert and graceful. Where there had been a ton of kids earlier, they had all migrated to the shallower end and the guy had this end of the pool to himself.

He came up and broke the surface of the water, glistening everywhere. He lapped closer to me and beckoned me to join him. I don't know where the compulsion came from but I moved to set down my things, nodding to Jane, and stepped to the edge of the pool. He met me at the side and vaulted up, turning as he went, so that he was seated with his legs in the water.

"Will you join me, Michael?" He leaned back and looked up at me. I was staring down at him, caught in his eyes again. I nodded as I finished setting my gear down on a nearby table. I sat beside him and lowered my legs into the water. He gently pushed off the side and glided into the water. He took my hand and pulled me in beside him. The water was cool and refreshing after my long day in the sun. He didn't let go of my hand until I pulled it back.

We treaded water and watched each other for long moments before I started to feel silly. I had to break the silence, "What's your name, dude?"

"You can call me... Paul. I think that will work for now."

"What do you mean `for now'? You're starting to creep me out, man."

"Relax, Michael. Chill out, isn't that how you say it? You know I don't mean you any harm." I sort of nodded my head to agree. I wasn't creeped out by him, maybe by my reaction to him. But I didn't get any serial-killer-vibe from the guy.

We'd drifted a little apart in the center of the pool and suddenly he ducked under the water. I felt him grab my legs before pulling me under. His hands on my shoulders as he playfully pushed me deeper caused a shiver to run up my spine. When I broke the surface he was there smiling at me. I grinned at him and it was my turn to push him under. I grabbed his shoulders and leaned all my weight into submerging him. I could feel the muscles there bunch and flex and he moved his arms in the water and it felt good.

We horsed around for a little while, playing in the water. It all seemed so innocent and fun, like I was a kid again. As he splashed me I turned my head and caught Jane staring at us with a quizzical expression. Her look reminded me of where I was and made me stop short. Paul caught the shift in my mood and glanced from Jane back to me. He nodded once, decisively, and swam for the edge of the pool. I followed him and we got out together. I looked at the big clock by the entrance and realized I needed to get going. Without exchanging a word we both walked toward the locker-room.

I walked to my locker and started to pull off my red swimsuit. When I was naked I turned to head for the showers but stopped when I saw Paul. He was standing close by and frankly admiring me. I felt the heat of a blush suffusing my cheeks. His eyes ran up and down my body, lingering at my crotch. The corners of his mouth turned up as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his own suit. Slowly, he lowered the black material. I was arrested by the sight as his curly golden pubic hair was revealed, then the base of his cock. It was thick and tanned the same shade as the rest of him. Soon his big balls were visible behind the shaft as he continued stripping. When the head of his cock finally emerged the swimsuit was close to his knees. The head looked big beneath its foreskin and I was in awe of his gigantic dick.

He shoved the suit down to below his knees quickly and stepped out of it. When he straightened from retrieving the scrap of cloth I realized I was staring and rushed into the shower room. I turned on the nearest shower and stepped under the spray, keeping my eyes closed as I let the water rinse over me. I heard him follow me and the closest shower turn on. I peeked over to my left and found Paul watching me as he ran a soapy hand over his chest. The hair of his body was matted down and made darker by the water. His muscles stood out in incredible relief and the pattern of his body hair only served to emphasize them.

We both knew I was staring at him and I felt the blood rushing into my dick as it began to rise. I snapped to attention, turning the water to cold. The temperature shocked me and brought me out of my trance. I didn't even wash; I just stood there for a few seconds until I couldn't take it anymore. I turned off the water and practically ran for my locker. I barely dried off before dressing. I left before Paul exited the shower.

I barely made it to football practice on time after I'd stopped at home to drop off my lifeguard stuff and pick up my football gear. The practice was long and grueling, especially since I couldn't concentrate. I kept thinking of Paul. I kept reviewing him in my head. He was so handsome, masculine and strong. His chest, how the muscles there didn't bulge out, like mine, but curved sensuously against his body. How his abs were so defined beneath the mat of short, curly blond hair. How his arms were so thick and firm, like his meaty thighs. And, of course, I thought about that huge cock. How could any man be so big there?

After practice I called Christina to tell her I was exhausted and wouldn't be able to meet up with her. I went to bed early and pondered what was going on with me. I'd been attracted to guys before, but more towards women. I'd always had a girlfriend since I was in middle-school so I'd never acted on those feelings. I knew part of the reason why I'd always been in a relationship was to keep me safe from ever experimenting.

Once, while a sophomore in high-school, I'd jerked off with Jimmy Butte while sleeping over at his house. It had been pretty innocent and we never spoke of it afterwards, and we never did it again. That same year I'd had a crush on one of the senior guys on my team and followed him around like a puppy but it was more like hero worship. The summer before my senior year I'd worked at my uncle's farm and I'd been insanely attracted to one of the farmhands. He was really good looking. He was always teasing me about what a good kid I was and he got me drunk for the first time. But I'd always been afraid of letting any guy know what I felt so I'd kept it hidden.

Now this guy Paul had me going. I laid in my bed, thinking about Paul. I wondered what it would feel like to have his big, hard body pressed against mine. What it would feel like to hold and stroke that huge cock in my hand. How it would feel to have that golden stubble rubbing against my face while we kissed. My cock got hard and I slowly stroked it. I knew the mechanics of gay sex but I couldn't imagine how it would work. Would he suck me and then I would do him? If he let me fuck him would he expect to fuck me? I imagined his thick lips wrapped around my dick, his blue-blue eyes staring up at me while he blew me. I imagined running my hands all over his magnificent body and I came hard.

The next day I had to make myself get up. I'd been plagued by dreams about Paul, dreams where our bodies were pressed tightly together and his deep voice rumbled in my ears. I made my groggy way to work. I kept looking toward the entrance, hoping and dreading to see him at the same time. I tried my best to keep an eye on the people in the pool but it wasn't my best day. Luckily no one drowned. I taught my class at noon. When it was time to go I was glad Paul hadn't shown up, but angry about it too.

After practice I picked up Christina and we went out to dinner at one of our favorite places. She talked a lot about the girls in her sorority and the other cheerleaders. I only half paid attention and let her ramble on, nodding occasionally. She had to get back early for some meetings about rush. She wanted me to hang out in her room until she was done but I said I had some stuff to do. We made out in the driveway for awhile and I was tempted to take her up on her offer, but the thought of chilling in the sorority house was a major turn-off.

I went home feeling a little lonely. As I entered my apartment and turned on the lights I found Paul sitting on my couch. His presence startled me and a choked cry escaped my lips. How had he gotten in?

"What the fuck?" I leveled an accusing stare at him but he just smiled at me.

"Did you have a good day, Michael?"

"How'd you get in here, Paul? Why'd you even come here?" His smile disappeared and determination set in.

"The time has come to stop playing games, Michael. I desire you and you desire me." He said it with such assertiveness and conviction. "You are mine tonight." He stood and rounded the couch to advance on me. I was suddenly scared and backed up to the door, feeling behind me for the knob as he quickly closed the distance between us.

"Back off, Paul." I held one hand up ineffectively before him. He took my hand and laced our fingers together. He used the hold to pull me to him, his strength greater than mine. He easily picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. I pushed at him and kicked my legs out but he held me firm, one part of my mind disbelieving that he could so effortlessly carry my considerable weight.

He put me down on the mattress and lay atop me, pinning me. He held my arms by the wrists over my head and stared down at me. I stopped struggling and watched his eyes, trying to figure what would happen next.

"Would you deny what we both know is true, Michael?" I felt his deep voice rumbling out of his chest against mine. "I know you are honorable. You will tell me the truth now." He watched me expectantly.

"I can't deny that I'm attracted to you. I am, but that doesn't mean anything. I'm not going to have sex with you."

"Why not? Are you afraid?"

"No! I'm not scared of anything. I just... can't. I mean... I'm not gay, or anything."

"Ah, Michael. I had hoped you wouldn't be like this. You're trembling, you're so frightened. You have nothing to fear from me."

"Get the fuck off me! I'm not fucking scared."

"Then why can we not fuck? Speak plainly to me now." His words sounded harsh and demeaning. I found that I could no longer hold his gaze.

"I've never done that... with a guy. This isn't easy for me. I just don't want to do this, okay? Now get off me." He continued to pin me and I let my eyes drift up to his. He still looked determined but now I could see the lust clearly reflected there. It sparked my own and he must have seen some sign of it because he started to lower his lips to mine.

When our lips met it was like a mini-seizure coursed through me and I gasped involuntarily, my lips opening. Paul thrust his tongue into my mouth at the invitation and heat bloomed in the pit of my stomach. My dick hardened painfully fast between us. I felt unable to control myself as I met his tongue with my own and I was soon wantonly kissing back.

He released my hands and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pushing my fingers into his curly hair to hold his head in place while I devoured his lips and tongue with my own. He rested his palms on either side of my shoulders and eased some of his weight off me, pushing his legs between mine. I spread my legs wider and planted my feet on the bed to push my crotch up against his.

Paul was groaning as he met my kisses with bruising force, needy sounds escaping my throat. Suddenly he growled and pushed up to his knees, breaking our embrace. "I must release my flesh, these clothes are too confining. You are making me hard, Michael." As he said this he reached down and began unbuttoning his jeans. He wasn't wearing any underwear and he reached in to haul out his cock. It was swollen and rising, the foreskin pulling back. It stuck out of his groin like an arm.

He pulled his shirt off, revealing his awe-inspiring torso, and smiled down at me. He reached for my own jeans and easily yanked them off me, lifting my legs into the air. He put my calves over his shoulders and pressed close to me as he ran his hands under my shirt and over my ribs. When my T- shirt was under my arms he eased it over my head and off me completely. He lowered himself, bending me in half, and brought his lips to mine. I eagerly returned his kisses as he pressed our dicks between us and began rutting against me. I ran my hands up and down his back, feeling the play of muscle as he pushed his hardening cock into my stomach.

I didn't realize what he was doing at first but after a couple of minutes he gradually changed our positions. He moved lower while raising my ass until his hard cock was pressed into the crack of my ass. All my weight was on my shoulders as he rubbed the giant shaft between my ass cheeks. It felt so good until I realized all at once what he was doing and my heart stopped for a second. This could not be happening.

I pushed against his chest, trying not to let my fingers linger but enjoying the feel of his warm skin and fur. When he rose up with a questioning look I rolled out from under him. Backing up to the headboard I grabbed a pillow to cover my raging cock and shield me from him. I was shaking my head back and forth, saying no over and over.

He sat back with his knees slightly bent to look at me, his cock sticking out and looking menacing. He leveled a look of disgust at me and I shivered at the anger in his gaze. He really looked at me and his face softened as he gave me an understanding smile.

"Do not worry, Michael. I could take what I want from you but I would never do that. What we do here is sacred. I have not felt like this for an eternity and I would not willingly hurt you. You will enjoy this as much as I do, I give you my word."

"You want to fuck me with that?" I waved a hand at his throbbing erection, the domed head pointing right at me as big as my fist.

"Yes, Michael. I am going to fuck you. It is the way of things, and I believe it is in your nature to desire it. Tell me you do not really want that. Look me in the eyes and tell me, let there be no barriers between us."

I looked from his mighty cock up to his eyes and found myself mesmerized as I considered his words. I found that I could not lie, not to him and not to myself. I did want him to fuck me. My whole being yearned to feel this man plunging deep inside me. There was some primordial connection between us, something I could not comprehend or disavow. It just was. Yet my rational mind would not rest: progressing would change my life forever and I wasn't sure I wanted to alter myself so radically. I thought of all the many ways this encounter would affect every aspect of my life.

"I want it, Paul. I won't deny that." I reached a hand out to him, to let him know I was serious. He met my hand between us and held it. "But this isn't something I should do. I'm scared. Scared of you, of what I'm feeling. And I'm scared because I'm too inexperienced to do anything with a guy who has a dick like that. Fuck, this is crazy."

"It will hurt, I would not lie to you. However, Michael, you must understand that it will also feel very good. It will feel better than anything you have ever experienced. And after the first time it will never be so painful again."

"What about my girlfriend? And football? I don't want to be a fag." He'd almost convinced me but a niggling doubt still ate at my thoughts.

"Do not be a fool. These things hardly matter, not if you examine what you truly feel. All my kind are now gay. There is no shame in this. Let me show you how wonderful it can be." As he was saying the last he pulled me to him and I let him. My resistance and good-sense were crumbling faster than I could rationalize why I should not do this.

Paul pulled me onto his lap and I straddled his thighs as our lips met in another passionate kiss. We made out for a long time as he rubbed my back and shoulders, relaxing me. I played with his nipples as I felt his chest and he groaned in appreciation. Finally he broke our kisses and cradled my face in one of his big hands, before speaking.

"Touch my sex, Michael. Taste it, enjoy it as you have not yet done."

His cock jutted up between us, coming almost to his pecs. I'd rubbed my body against it but he was right, I hadn't touched it. I slid back to admire it as he unfolded his legs and spread them to either side of me. He leaned back and rested on his elbows to watch me. I was aware of his scent, pungent and redolent of masculinity, it seemed to emanate from the giant cock.

Nervously I reached out and ran my hand up his length. The skin was hot and smooth. I couldn't encompass it with one hand as I pulled it up from his stomach. It was hard as steel. It had to be close to two feet long and almost as thick as my forearm. It just wasn't humanly possible to have a dick like that. The thought made my mind clear a bit.

"Paul just what the fuck are you?" I looked up from his cock to his face. He grimaced like he was in pain. "No guy has a dick this big. And how did you get in my place? Or find out my name and where I work?" He looked at me hard, then down to his dick which I was now using both hands to stroke; silently commanding me to get back to what I'd been doing, feeling. I shook my head and looked down for a second so I felt less self-conscious to whisper, "You said no more barriers, Paul."

He moved on me quicker than I thought possible, tumbling me back to be pinned underneath him again. He left my hands free and I wrapped them under his arms and held onto his shoulders while he moved his colossal cock between us. He pressed his lips to mine over and over but I refused to open to him. Finally he slowed his hips and pulled up to look down at me, growling softly.

"Silly human. I could make you do whatever I want, you know this."

"And I know you vowed you wouldn't ever do it to me again if I stayed and talked to you at the coffee shop."

"That was a foolish promise. But I did give my word. And I promised not to hold anything back from you. I must be losing my touch to let a man have any advantage over me." He shook his head and smiled affectionately down at me.

"So you aren't a man?" I knew he wasn't yet I felt safe there in his arms, pressed beneath him.

"We were here before man, my people. There are not many of us. We used to live here on the Earth and in a sense we still do. Your long dead ancestors used to worship us. You would know me by the name Apollo, though I have had many names. Does that answer your questions?"

"So you're a god?" I was stunned and it was the first stupid thing that fell out of my mouth. He chuckled and pressed his lips to my forehead for a second.

"No. I am no god. We used to fancy ourselves as God's chosen people back when we meddled in human affairs. Now most of us choose to believe that we are not, that maybe God has forsaken us or does not exist. Very few of us have chosen to move on to the next realm and those who do cannot come back. We are powerful beings who can do many things, but I do not know everything. I cannot do or undo everything. That is the truth, Michael."

"Why me, Paul, um... Apollo?" I couldn't wrap my head around what he was telling me. I'd asked the first thing that popped into my head, again, and I felt stupid that it was about me.

"Michael..." He chuckled again and pressed our cocks tight together for a moment. "Perhaps this is a conversation for another time. If it were up to me it would have been. Can you not chill and enjoy the moment?"

"I guess that sounds like a good idea. I kind of feel better now, knowing what I do. Just promise me that you're not here to sacrifice me on your big pagan cock." I'd let my hands run down to his ass as I spoke and I squeezed and kneaded the firm flesh.

He laughed outright at this, loud and deep. Then his face turned serious, "I am here to share pleasure with you. I want you to know that you are doing this of your own volition. I am not compelling or forcing you with my power. Tell me you understand this and still wish for me to take you."

"I understand. I meant that it makes me feel better that I'm turning gay for a god, that's all." The smile lit his face again before he kissed me long and hard. As we dueled with our tongues I cocked my legs up and wrapped them around his waist. I was ready to surrender to him in any way he desired.

Long minutes later he rolled us over so that I sat astraddle his perfect body. Pressing me to sit up with his palms on my chest he spoke quietly, "Return to your examination of my cock. I would not have you fear it in any way." I scooted down to sit over his thighs and reached for the mighty manhood. Paul, I couldn't think of him as Apollo now, brought his arms up to rest behind his head and watch me.

I felt over the entire length, using both hands. I pushed the foreskin up over the head again and again, amazed by the extra skin. I pinched the overhang gently, loving the feel of the delicate skin. Some pre-come started to ooze out of the wide hole. I retracted the foreskin and bent my head. It was time to go for broke. I lapped my tongue over the slit, catching the liquid there, and sat up to taste it. It was sweet and just a little musky. It tasted like sex and made my own cock start to leak. `Nectar of the gods' raced through my head.

I bent my head again and this time I lapped over the whole of the head before kissing the tip, forcing some of my tongue into it. Paul groaned, loud, beneath me as I frenched and fucked his cock with my tongue. I pulled the foreskin up and licked the head beneath its soft covering. I let it fall back onto his stomach and pulled his balls up from his thighs. They were like two big eggs in the soft, hairy sack and I handled them with care, feeling them. I scooted down further and brought my face down to them where I licked and fondled them.

I moved back up onto his thighs and bent to lick his cock from the base to the head. I pulled it up and tried to force the head into my mouth. My jaw immediately started to ache with the strain as it popped in. Just the head was too much, suffocating. I pulled off and used one hand to massage my jaw while I stared at it in consternation.

"Michael, you cannot take it like that yet. Do not worry." I looked up at his smiling face and grinned.

"Come on, Paul. This is killing me. We need to start doing something, my dick can't get any harder. I'm not afraid of this." I stroked his cock. "I think the anticipation is what's starting to get to me."

"Very well. Give me another kiss first." I gladly complied, taking the lead this time. Paul rolled us over again. This time he pulled my legs up to wrap around him. Slowly he let our kiss die down before sitting up. He held my legs open until he was staring down at me then placed my feet on his chest.

"You are beautiful, Michael. The most beautiful man I have ever seen, and I have seen many. It is time to prepare you." He held out a hand and a bottle of olive oil appeared there. I was stunned, but only for a second.

Paul put the jar on the bed beside us. He ran his big hands up and down my legs. He leaned forward with his hands on the back of my thighs and kissed me hard and quick. He kept me bent as he straightened and used his hold on my legs to tilt my ass up higher.

As he moved lower, still holding my legs up and back, I wasn't sure what to expect. I was shocked when his mouth made contact with my ass. At first he just rubbed his chin up and down the crack, letting his rough stubble scratch over the sensitive skin. Then he kissed my opening, both of us moaning at the intimate contact. He lapped his tongue over the spot and a shiver raced up and down my spine. He growled and did it again before pushing the tip into me.

I froze from the soft invasion, disbelieving that I could be so ignorant to the incredible pleasure I felt there. As his tongue gently pushed deeper I fell out of my stupor and writhed as he just kept going. I tensed the muscles of my hole and squeezed his tongue, causing the sensations to heighten even more. I grabbed my legs at my ankles and spread them wider, holding on in anticipation of what was to come.

Soon I felt Paul's finger moving into the saliva-slick passage alongside his tongue. It seemed incredibly thick and I grunted as it moved deeper. He pushed in completely and pulled back a little to watch as he breached my virgin chute. He dove back in and started licking again. Fucking me with his finger he felt along my insides until he hit a spot that made me gurgle and gasp for air.

"Fuck what is that?" He didn't answer me but I could feel his chuckle against my ass. He pulled back again and spit in my crack before he pushed a second finger in. The stretch was intense and almost painful as he went back to licking around and into my stuffed hole. He used his fingers to fuck me, hitting that spot each time he pushed in, and opening them to stretch me. I started moaning and whimpering, wanting more.

God, I couldn't believe how responsive I felt, how much I wanted more of the pressure inside me. He was making me feel better, sexier and more alive with each passing moment. It was like he worshipped my ass with his mouth and fingers until I started begging for more. He looked up at me with a cocky grin and moved up to kneel before me.

"Mmm, I like the way you sound, the way you beg for me Michael." He grabbed the bottle beside us with his free hand. He looked so hot there, bracketed by my wide open legs, with his fingers softly playing my ass. One-handed he unscrewed the cap and drizzled the fresh-smelling liquid over his inserted fingers, using them to fuck the oil into me.

The lubrication made my ass feel hot and spongy inside. He slipped in a third finger and it only felt wonderful. When he had all three deep inside me he twisted his hand a couple times and I nearly choked at the intense sensation. He pulled his fingers part way out and spread them, stretching me wider than ever. It stung but I stared at his giant cock looming up between us and knew I had much further to go.

He fucked me wider for a few moments before withdrawing his big hand. He tilted my ass higher with one knee at my lower back and poured some of the oil directly onto my hole, using two fingers to spread my ass lips and force the stuff inside. Then he poured a puddle of oil into his palm and leaned over to set the bottle on the table. He used both hands to slick the oil all over his cock, making it glisten.

He brought both hands to my ass and stuck the first two fingers from each hand into me. I growled at the sudden pressure and pulled my legs wider, trying to open my ass more. Starting slowly he gradually began pumping them into me. As he worked his fingers faster he also started to pull at the edges, opening me more and more. I concentrated on the warmth of his palms against my ass cheeks and the expressions playing across his face. I saw pride, tenderness and awe there.

At some point he added another finger, and maybe another, I wasn't sure as all I could feel was the stretching and the intense pleasure he was causing me. His fingers were moving in and out faster and faster, making squishing sounds that somehow turned me on even more. It was becoming more than I could bear, "Please, Paul, please. Give me your cock. I can't take anymore of this, please."

Without warning he almost hopped further down the bed and pointed his cock to my target. He thrust the head into me. I didn't have any time to anticipate it, or tense for the merciless pain of his penetration. I howled as every muscle in me locked tight, it felt like I was being split in two.

Paul held me as I groaned and wiggled on his cock, squeezing uncontrollably, but not letting me work my way off of it. Gradually I grew accustomed to the awesome invasion and my pained groans turned into moans of pleasure. Patiently he worked more of his dick into me until he could lean over me and kiss me. I felt so full that I couldn't imagine he would be able to get more into me. I eased under his passionate kissing, relaxing enough to take more through the tight passage of my guts.

I figured I had about half of him inside me when I felt more pain in my belly. I pushed against his chest and he halted his momentum. Moving with caution he held my gaze and pulled some of his cock back. It felt incredible and I made soft sounds in the back of my throat as I closed my eyes to savor the new sensations emanating from my ass.

What felt like an eternity later, when just the head was inside me, he reclaimed the oil and poured more onto his cock and the juncture of our bodies. He eased back into me, going deeper. He had a hold of my legs and I grabbed my ass cheeks, pulling them apart to try and open the way for him. My mouth hung open in shock as he moved further into virgin territory.

He was deep in my guts now as I ineffectively tried to tighten the muscles in my hole to halt him. It didn't hurt so much as it felt achy and uncomfortable, an immense pressure that wouldn't abate. Yet I trusted him not to hurt me, to know my limits. Determinedly he pressed on until his giant shaft was buried in me to his balls. My hole was on fire, he was thickest at the base, and my whole body ached. I would have begged him to stop but it felt too good. Submitting to him and holding his huge cock inside of me felt right in a way I couldn't fathom.

He held his position inside of me and brought my legs to drape over his shoulders as he pressed down and resumed kissing me. There was no more getting used to his monstrous dick so I just held onto him and let him kiss me. He eased some small portion of the shaft from inside me and gently punched it back in. The feeling was too intense for words and I came suddenly and forcefully, covering both of our chests and stomach in the hot, sticky fluid. It mixed with our sweat as I moved beneath him.

When my orgasm finally ended Paul started fucking me. He was slow and gentle at first, rocking into me with just a few inches. Quickly, though, he moved into a faster, punishing rhythm. He was using more than half of his cock and hammering into me. It was the most glorious feeling as this god fucked me hard. Another orgasm quaked through me, but different than any I'd ever had as it seemed to originate in my ass and guts. The pleasure was blinding and unending until I thought I'd die from it.

I felt something let go inside me, some vital piece of me, like a pop I could feel but not hear. It was agony but couldn't outweigh the pleasure I found on his cock. I realized I was begging Paul to fuck me harder and faster without even realizing I was doing it. All reason had left me. I stared into his deep blue eyes, so filled with lust and love, and gave my life over to him. Something unexplainable passed between us with that look and he raised his pelvis high into the air, his dick ripping out of me, and plunged fully back into me. I screamed louder than I thought possible and come poured out of my hard dick. I felt the tidal wave of his own eruption inside me as he tilted his head back and howled in possession. I felt flooded with his hot come, bloating my viscera.

As we both came down I started sobbing. Paul slowly eased his long dick out of me and rolled me over to hold me tight against him. I could feel some of his come leaking out of my open, swollen hole. He soothed me with one hand over my flank, shushing me.

"Do not worry, Michael. I have given you a gift as you have given me. You will be well. Sleep now and be at peace." As he spoke I felt his hand pass over my eyes and almost instantly I passed out.

I woke up to soft lips kissing and nuzzling against my jaw and ear. My first thought was "Christina", but only for a second. With the feel of stubble around the lips and the hot length of cock pressed to my ass and back I quickly realized that it wasn't my girlfriend. The experience of the previous night flooded back into my conscious mind and I groaned. I rolled over in Paul's arms and pressed my lips to his, throwing one leg over his hips to press our bodies together just as tightly.

My body ached to feel him inside me again, my insides actually throbbed to feel him deep inside me. It was crazy, especially after the pain I'd endured last night. I groaned into his open mouth before pulling away to look into his eyes. Paul held my chin as we stared at one another. Finally it became too much and I had to break the tension somehow.

"Paul, I need you to fuck me." I ground my hard cock against his, watching his mouth go slack. "I don't understand it. I could swear you broke something inside me last night. But I don't care, I need you so bad."

"Ah, my sweet little mortal, I need you too. But you have no need to worry. I can give you one gift and I have done so. When I spilled my seed in you it worked a slight change in your body. You will find that you are more responsive and better able to accommodate my cock."

"Then what are we waiting for?" He chuckled and leaned back in to kiss me. This kiss immediately turned from soft and romantic to hard and plundering. I gasped as he took possession of my mouth with his and rolled me under him. Without pausing Paul took hold of my legs and rolled my hips up. He pulled his hips far back and centered the head of his cock at my hole. In one thrust he buried half the hard cock in my ass. I cried out against his lips as the pain seared into me.

The pain passed quickly and I realized that I had been expecting much worse. As I relaxed in his embrace he let the rest of his cock sink into me. The pressure mounted until he was seated to the base and I shuddered all over, overwhelmed by the immensity of his cock.

Paul gave me a moment to adjust, running his tongue along my teeth to distract me, before pulling back to look at me. "How do you feel, Michael?" I stared up at him, my mouth agape in astonishment.

"Michael, are you okay?" The concern grew on his face so I tried to collect my wits.

"I feel incredible. Shit, Paul, I can't believe how good it feels! It barely hurt and you're in me so deep..."

"That is good, Michael. The gift is working as I expected. I believe you might be ready for me to really fuck you."

"Wait, so what we did last night wasn't really fucking?" He shook his head, a small grin turning up the ends of his lips. "Holy fuck. I can't wait to see this."

"I won't make you wait, Michael."

With those words Paul proceeded to show me how a god fucks. He kept me pinned beneath him, my legs draped over his shoulders, as he mercilessly thrust into me. He held my wrists above my head as he growled and pounded into me. My dick hardened until it felt like it would burst. The sensations inside of my ass intensified and my climax rocked through me after only a few minutes. Hot come spewed out of me and drenched both our torsos.

I cried out and writhed beneath him as Paul powered his cock in and out of me through the most intense orgasm of my life. When I came down from the heights of my orgasm I pulled my hands out of Paul's grip and ran them over his chest and abs, rubbing my come into the hair and skin. He leaned down to kiss me as he rotated his hips in a circular motion and set me aflame again.

When our lips finally broke apart I was panting, my cock hard as ever. In one swift move Paul withdrew from me and his cock popped free of my hole. I gasped, mourning the loss and aching from the emptiness. In an easy move his flipped me over and pulled me onto my knees. He stabbed his cock back into me part way, making me cry out again. He held my hips as he began using just the huge head of his cock to fuck me. Over and over he withdrew, only to ram back into me, making the ring of muscles at my entrance snap over the flared rim. I was in ecstasy, babbling and begging him to fuck me.

When I thought I would go crazy from the intense sensations Paul plunged his dick all the way into me. My mouth dropped open and I could barely breathe as he mounted me, senseless with pleasure. He fucked me harder than I would have thought possible. He would use his hold on my hips to pull my ass back to meet each forward thrust, making my entire body shake with the force of his fucking. My body accepted the rough hammering he was giving me and I found more pleasure in each violent thrust.

He sank into me again and again as a new feeling washed over me, one emanating from my ass. A second orgasm rocked me but I didn't come. All the muscles in my hole went into spasm as this new orgasm ripped through me, making me scream. Bliss radiated from my battered hole and guts in waves that grew in intensity and lasted minutes. I was vaguely aware that Paul was dumping what felt like gallons of come into me and roaring behind me but everything was secondary to what I was feeling in my own body.

Paul wrapped me in his arms and pulled me up to press me against his front. He was hot as a furnace and his cock throbbed deep inside me. He held me until the last waves of orgasm receded from us both. I clenched the muscles of my ass around his cock, we were both still hard, and felt his come leaking from the seal of my body around his.

He began gently rocking against me as I moaned and he nipped at the skin of my shoulders. He eased my legs out in front of us then held them firmly behind each thigh. He lifted me up as I leaned back against him until his head stretched the entrance of my chute then let me sink back down. He repeated this action a couple of times before he pressed my legs back to my chest and stomach. He wrapped his arms around me, pressed in half against him, and began hammering his dick into me. He moved me bodily as he pumped up into me. His come squelched from inside me with each meeting of his hips to my ass.

I felt so full of his cock and come. I begged him to fuck me harder so he pulled me completely off his cock and laid me before him. He moved off the bed and pulled me to stand before him. He pressed his lips to mine as we hugged and caressed each other, his slimy cock pressed between us.

When we separated moments later he spun me around easily and made me bend over the bed. I felt him behind me and then he shoved his cock back into me. He fucked me hard again, holding me up when my knees grew weak, as I sobbed and groaned against the mattress. Just as I felt I was about to reach another orgasm he pressed deeply into me and held still. Slowly he rotated me on his cock until I was lying with my back on the bed. He held one of my ankles in each hand. He started fucking again, pulling my legs wide.

As he increased the tempo of his thrusting he slid his hands down my legs until he reached the juncture of my thighs. He held me in place there and split my legs open as wide as they would go. He plundered my hole with his massive cock and I came again without shooting. When the waves of pleasure finally passed Paul seated himself deeply inside me again. He bent and gathered me to him, holding me tight as I wrapped my arms and legs around him.

He picked me up off the bed and carried me to the bedroom wall. He pressed my back to it, pinning me there, and pulled my legs from around his waist to press between us against his chest. He almost fucked me through the wall. There was in impression of my body in the drywall when he moved us back to the bed where he laid back so that I could ride him, my feet planted firmly on either side of his hips.

It went on for hours. I don't even know how many times I came on the inside but I know I shot off at least four times. Paul came inside me a number of times as he fucked me in every position and on every surface in that room. I loved everything he did to me. When he finally withdrew his cock for the last time a torrent of his seed washed out of me and we were both covered in sweat and sperm. I passed out as he held me in his arms on the come-soaked mattress.

I woke to the smell of food. I glanced at the clock to find that it was early afternoon. I was just getting ready to jump out of bed and call my boss at the pool when Paul walked in. He was carrying an enormous tray of food. It smelled so good that it made my stomach growl. He set the food on the end of the bed and swept his arm over it, presenting it to me.

"God, that looks good. But Paul, I'm really late for work. I've gotta call my boss."

"There is no cause for concern. I have called you in sick for work and your football obligations. I told them that I was your doctor. All you have to worry about is what you wish to eat."

He was still as naked as me and I could barely tear my eyes away from him. But I was so hungry I looked toward the food as Paul handed me a plate. There was an amazing selection of foods so I piled my plate with everything that looked good and set to eating it. Paul joined me and began helping himself. He fed me bites of meats and fruits when I wasn't wolfing down the contents of my plate.

I noticed that he'd somehow cleaned the room while I slept. The mattress was warm and dry under me where it had been soaked in come. Every surface was wiped down and gleaming with no trace of the mess of bodily fluids we'd left everywhere. When I finally felt satisfied I sighed contentedly and Paul pulled me over to lean back against him between his legs.

"I need a shower, Paul." The hairs on the backs and insides of my thighs were glued to the skin by Paul's come and the crease of my ass was swampy. "Let's go shower together." I felt his cock firming up behind me and a tingle started in my ass.

"That sounds like a wonderful idea, Michael." I could hear the chuckle in his voice.

"You just want to fuck me again." I turned in his arms to look at him.

"Michael, I could literally fuck you all day. There is something about you... I just cannot seem to satisfy my lust for you. Come and let me bathe you." With that he picked me up in his arms and carried me to the bathroom. I'm far from little and a shiver went through me at the power he so casually displayed.

Paul cleaned me and I cleaned him as we both became fully rigid. Once we'd finished he leaned me against the tile wall and proceeded to pound his cock into me until we both came, me twice. Then he cleaned my ass and led me back to the bedroom to dry one another. The food had disappeared.

"Michael, we need to talk. I am going to take us somewhere and I do not want you to be frightened." He was looking at me very seriously and I nodded my head. I stared into his eyes and as I blinked we were somewhere else. I looked around at a deserted tropical beach, palm trees and big leafy plants swaying against the white sand.

"Where are we, Paul?" I looked around to be sure that no one saw us as he held me naked.

"We are alone. There is no human in hundreds of miles. We can talk very privately here."

"What do we need to talk about? Are you leaving?"

"No, Michael. Well, not really. I am spending the rest of today and tonight with you but on the morrow I will be leaving you for a short time. I need time to reflect and think about things. There is a hidden temple where I will retire." He let go of me and took my hand, leading me to walk along the beach beside him.

"How long will you be gone?" I gripped his big hand firmly in mine. I couldn't help but stare at his easy grace, the muscles moving so invitingly, as we walked along. I noticed that he was studying me just as intently.

"Not long, a day. Maybe two days. I must make some decisions about what is happening between you and I. There are a great many things to be considered. While I am gone I would wish for you to live your life as though nothing has changed. When I return we will discuss our options."

"You sound so serious, Paul. I don't understand what we're talking about." I stopped him and pulled his hand to my chest, making him face me.

"There is a bond between us, Michael. I have never encountered such a thing and I wish to explore it with you. I think I have fallen in love for the first time in an eternity." My heart pounded at his words and my skin flushed hot.

"Fuck, Paul. I don't know what to say, except... I think I love you too. I know I don't want to think about being away from you, even for a day. How can this be?" He was looking so intently into my eyes as he answered me.

"Your soul calls to mine. This has happened to others of my kind but not often. I never thought it would happen to me. I would never hurt you yet I must leave you a little while. There are consequences to whatever we do next and I must consider everything carefully without distraction. And you, my beautiful mortal, distract me more than I can express."

He pulled me back into his arms and bent his lips to mine. We shared a slow and passionate kiss that ignited both of us. It felt like hours later when he laid me down on the sand and eased his giant cock into me. He made love to me, slow and gentle, as we kissed and caressed one another. As the sun set we both ached for release and Paul eased me into a driving rhythm that had me screaming out with each long lunge he took. I relinquished all control in our private haven and yelled out in primal ecstasy as he did the same while he fucked me.

When we both shattered into orgasm at the same time Paul held me through it. He rolled us over so that I was laying atop him with his firm dick still planted deeply inside me. Resting my head on his shoulder I sighed in utter contentment and closed my eyes.

I woke up sometime later to Paul kissing me. His dick was hard and hot inside me still as he rotated his hips, making me ache for more. He pulled out, making me gasp, and moved me into a new position. I howled at the moon and billions of stars as he fucked me like a dog, taking me hard and deep. I came almost instantly. I was not so content to let him control the fucking after I'd come. I pulled off his dick and turned. I made him lay on his back and I climbed on to ride him, telling him not to move. We went at it for hours as the moon crossed the sky. At one point I clung to the low branch of a tree while he held my hips, my feet not touching the ground, as he skewered me over and over. It was even better than before and I began to have one internal orgasm after another. My world devolved to nothing but the man holding me and the insane pleasure of his massive cock inside me.

The next time I awoke I was back in my own bed. There was a tray of pastries on the table beside the bed and the enticing aroma of fresh coffee coming from a large carafe. I was alone. I sat up, sore from the night's exertions, and a gush of Paul's warm come ran out of me. I moaned despite myself at the reminder of the incredible fuck.

I ate a few croissants with my coffee before heading to the bathroom. I could feel Paul's come still sloshing around inside me. I closed the door and examined myself in the full-length mirror behind it. I looked the same and I flexed my muscles to prove to myself that I was still me. I turned, embarrassed at myself, and spread my legs. I looked between them to study my asshole. The fine hairs in the crack were matted down and wet. As I watched a stream of come trickled out and ran down over my balls. The lips were a little red and swollen, bruised looking. My hole was elongated and loose until I clenched it a couple times and it seemed to go back to normal. I moved to the toilet and tried to expel as much of Paul's hot seed as I could. When I felt empty I went and took a shower.

I packed my bag and headed to the pool as I reviewed the past couple days' events over and over. As the summer was winding down and school would soon start there were more people at the pool than normal. There were the usual parents and sitters with their kids, the teenagers and seniors. I relaxed on my high chair, determined to keep my mind on work. Physically I felt fine, better than normal, and wondered what Paul had done to me and where he was.

Not too long after opening my personal nightmare showed up. His name was Keith, probably sixteen or seventeen years old, he and his buddies would come to the pool a couple times a week. Invariably he stressed me out the whole time he was present. He and his friends would terrorize the younger kids, act like fools and break every rule they could get away with. I sighed to myself, knowing this was going to be a long day.

I kept my sunglasses on so I could watch Keith and his friends without being too obvious. I couldn't figure out why they had to come to my pool and be such pains in my ass. Keith was a really good looking kid, pretty buff for high-school with dark hair and light eyes. He was as tall as me and probably still growing. I wondered that he didn't have a girlfriend to occupy his time.

A couple hours later when they'd pushed a third kid into the pool and she started wailing to her mom I called Keith and his friends over. Giving them my sternest look I lectured them on pool etiquette and rules. I warned them that if anything else happened I'd kick them out for the rest of the summer. They all nodded and promised, looking sincere but I knew it was lip-service.

The rest of the day went pretty smoothly and I was looking forward to my relief showing up any minute. I was watching a couple of the retirees doing laps in the deep end, zoning out while I wondered when Paul would be back. There was a commotion toward the back and I turned to see Keith push a girl, about his age, into the deep end. She hit her arm hard on the edge as she fell in and started to sink. She must have hurt it because she couldn't stay afloat as she cradled it against her chest. I blew the whistle to clear the pool and alert my coworkers that something was wrong. I leapt into the pool and swam up behind her. As I was pulling her up to hold her she was thrashing and managed to connect her good elbow with my nose. I felt the dull throb and pressure, knew it was bleeding, and hoped it hadn't been broken.

I pulled the girl and myself out of the pool. A couple of the other pool employees were already there to help and checked the girl and her arm. Luckily she was ok, just bruised and shocked. I held a towel to my face while I watched to make sure she was going to be alright. My nose had stopped bleeding and felt better. I saw my replacement, Jane, as she made her way over to us. Wanting to get the hell out of there I gave her a brief rundown of what had happened. Keith and his friends weren't around so she said she'd keep an eye out. I grabbed my stuff and headed for the showers.

I quickly rinsed, washed and toweled off. I wrapped the towel around my waist and went out to my locker. As I pulled out my football stuff I heard someone walking up behind me. I looked over my shoulder to see Keith. He still had on his bathing suit and this close I couldn't help but notice the fuzz of light hair just beginning to grow on his chest, it was cute. I glared at him as he walked up, his eyes downcast. As I stood he crossed his arms over his well-defined chest and planted his feet.

"Kid, I don't even want to hear it. You know you could have really hurt her." He finally lifted his eyes to meet mine and a blush crept over his cheeks.

"I know. I wanted to apologize. I don't know why I act so stupid around girls. Please don't kick me out for good. School starts next week and then I won't be back and I'll probably have to get a job next summer so I promise nothing like that will happen again."

"Listen, you can't get away with doing something like that. I already told my boss what happened and it'll be up to him if you and your friends are allowed back in." I turned around and pulled off my towel to get dressed. I pulled up my boxers, waiting for Keith to say something or walk away. When nothing happened I looked back to see him watching me, lost in concentration. I pivoted on my feet and Keith jumped, startled. Our eyes met and I knew suddenly, Keith was gay and he'd been checking me out. He flushed and I couldn't help glancing down his body.

His dick was hard and pressing out against the thin fabric of his trunks, surprisingly big. I looked up, expecting him to apologize or run away. Instead he smirked at me, uncrossing his arms and sweeping a hand towards his groin. He'd caught me looking.

"Like what you see?" He put his hands on his hips and stuck out his crotch. My mouth went dry, blood rushing to my dick, while this cocky kid confronted me.

"Tell me." His voice had dropped deeper and he ran a hand over his stomach up to his chest where his palm lingered over one nipple. "You were checking out my dick." My ass clenched and an itch started deep inside me while he spoke, "I've got a big one. I've fucked a couple guys..." He reached out and put his hand on my chest, over my heart. "I know how to do it, and I know you want it." He grabbed his dick by the base, outlining it under the fabric, while he squeezed. My eyes were drawn down almost against my will and he did have a big cock. My ass throbbed with need.

I looked back at his face, his cocky grin and knowing eyes. I wanted this kid to fuck me right there on the locker-room floor and the realization brought back my sense. I stepped back, breaking contact, and glared at him while I fought to get my breathing back to normal. "Get the fuck out of here, Keith. If I see you at this pool again I'll throw your ass out myself. Go!" He looked dazed and hurt but turned and fled.

While I finished dressing I wondered what was wrong with me, I'd almost just let some high- school kid fuck me in a public place and I really wanted it. Still wanted it. I practically ran out of there and headed for football practice.

The practice itself went really well. I felt more graceful, more in control of my body than I can ever remember. I left the field feeling good and confident. In the locker-room it was a different story. I couldn't help but pay attention to all the other guys in a way I never had before. As my team mates undressed I tried my hardest not to stare but I watched out of the corner of my eye as they disrobed. I'd never realized how hot some of them were.

I undressed quickly and headed straight to the showers. A couple guys were already in there and the sight of them washing themselves froze me in place. I had never realized what a big cock Donny had, or how cut Tyrone's abs were. My dick started to fill and my ass throbbed. I knew what was happening and turned around. I barely dressed and ran to get out of there.

I felt better when I got back to my apartment. There were a couple messages from Christina but I ignored them and went out to get a burrito from a Chipotle down the block, starved. I ate my dinner while I logged onto the internet to check my profiles. There wasn't anything new so I searched Apollo and read as much as I could find about my absent god. I found out I pretty much knew more than I thought. Most of it was probably myth anyway, I could find out the truth from Paul.

I watched tv for a little while but it had been a long day and I was feeling tired so I decided to go to bed. Even though my balls should have been empty from the night before I still couldn't help but handle my dick as I reviewed recent events in my head. I thought of Paul and his perfect body, his big hands and his humongous cock. I remembered the way he'd taken control and fucked me into oblivion, manipulating my body into whatever position he'd wanted me and had wrung every ounce of pleasure from me.

As I remembered the feeling of him inside me I spread my legs and ran the fingers of one hand along the crease of my ass. It wasn't long before I was fingering myself and it wasn't much longer before I had half my hand pressing into my hole. My ass was throbbing in time with my cock and my heartbeat. I was hungry to be penetrated and fucked. I stroked my dick with my other hand and recalled the way Paul made me feel. More than anything I wished that he was there with me and I called to him in my mind.

A soft breeze washed over me, smelling of rain. I heard a soft chuckle and opened my eyes to find Paul standing over me beside the bed. He was already naked and his cock twitched while he watched me splayed out on the bed with my legs spread and one hand on my dick and the other mostly in my ass.

"Have you missed me, Michael?" He smiled at me indulgently and it kind of pissed me off. I sat up in the bed and pushed back to lean against the headboard.

"Where've you been? And what did you do to me exactly? Wait `til I tell you what happened to me today. And yes I did miss you but..." He held up a hand to cut me off and sat down next to me on the bed.

"First, Michael, we both need some relief then there will be time for questions and answers." He pulled me down to the middle of the bed and pushed me back. Immediately he climbed on top of me and pressed his lips to mine. His dick was almost fully hard and pressed against mine between our bodies. I didn't have any desire to fight him and I submitted eagerly to him. At that moment I needed a little relief more than anything.

Our sweet kiss quickly devolved into a passionate mating of our mouths. I drew my legs up and spread them wider to wrap around his hips. I locked my ankles behind his back and used my arms to press his body to mine as hard as I could.

"I need you now, Paul." Breaking our lip lock I confessed my desire and loved the smile that broke out on his face. He was so sexy with his half grin, his white teeth peeking out. He maneuvered himself until he could find my entrance with his large tool. In one long thrust he embedded himself completely as I called out in pain and pleasure. He didn't give me any time to get used to him but immediately began fucking me.

He took me hard and fast while I could only writhe and moan under him. He caught my lips again and kissed me wildly as he pounded his cock into me. My orgasm came swiftly and I was shooting sperm all over both of us. He wasn't far behind and I felt him flooding me before I had a chance to come down, prolonging my ecstasy.

Paul eased his softening dick from my hole then laid down beside me so that we were facing one another. I moved closer to him and took his cock and placed it to hold between my thighs. I squeezed it with my legs as we smiled at each other.

"I missed you, Michael." He gave me a sweet small kiss. "While I would like to take you again, now, there are things we must discuss." He ran his hand up and down my arm.

"Paul, I need to know what you did to me. You wouldn't believe the day I had." I proceeded to tell him about Keith at work and how I felt in the locker room after practice. "It wasn't like I just thought they were looking good. It was like... I don't know, like I could have begged them to fuck me. I've never felt like that. Is it just because I've had sex with a guy for the first time? Or did you do something to my ass that first time?" I stared into his eyes, letting my concern show clearly and hoping he'd tell me not to worry.

"My beautiful Michael. It may be my fault partially. I wanted to make things easier and better for you. I made your body more durable, healthier and more efficient. I added nerve endings and changed the tissue inside your rectum and colon so that you would have more sensation there and enjoy the act of being fucked more. I intended that should you become aroused the tissue would swell slightly with blood and the natural mucus you produce inside would increase so that you would have less need of other lubrication. I put the muscles there under more voluntary control and strengthened all your tissues so you could not be ruptured or torn inside."

"Mother fucker! So you made my ass into a pussy." I wasn't sure how to feel. I was mad but I knew how necessary some of what he'd done was, he'd probably kill me if he fucked me before. And I had to admit, to myself at least, that I loved getting fucked. And it wasn't just a physical reaction, it turned me on unbelievably to submit to Paul.

He sighed deeply before speaking, "Michael, in some ways you are correct. I wanted only to make our mating easier and more enjoyable for you. I also made your body able to heal quickly, immune to disease and stronger. There are so many things I want for us. That is why I had to go away. I am used to having much more time to make decisions, centuries sometimes. I needed to think deeply and meditate on our choices. I know what I desire, now, but I must let you help me to decide."

"What kind of decisions do we have to make? Tell me what's on your mind. I'm not sure how I feel about the changes you've made to my body, but I don't want you to leave me. More than anything I want you in my life. I love you, Paul."

"And I love you, Michael. This does not happen often for my kind but it has happened in the past, as I told you before. Our souls, or our essences, share some bond that cannot be denied. It is our love." He gave me another small kiss before continuing. "I would wish for you to return with me to my home after we have spent some time together here."

"That sounds nice. Where is your home? Up on a mountain?" He chuckled.

"Olympus is real. It is a part of this world, this universe, yet separate. It is a pocket reality that we created where we can find refuge and remain apart. Many years ago we all made a pact. Our various actions in the human world were hindering the growth of your species. We all acted with impunity, uncaring of how we affected this world. When it became obvious that we were abusing our abilities and becoming a detriment we gathered and made rules.

"Think of the progress mankind has made in the last couple thousand years, especially compared to the hundred thousand years before that. It is obvious that we made the right choice by withdrawing and limiting ourselves. I would not change it.

"Using all our powers we created Olympus and made the wards that would not allow us to break any of the rules we all agreed to abide by. We can give one boon to a human we care about, why I changed your body. We cannot affect the course of human events. We cannot bring humans to Olympus without consequence. We cannot live among you as ourselves but must act as humans here. And the last rule is that we cannot compel humans to do our bidding if they do not desire it, which is how I made you talk to me at the coffee bar. You wanted to."

My mind was reeling with all the new information. It did make sense but it was like how the plot of a science-fiction movie made sense, once you accepted all the crazy parts. But one thing obviously didn't add up.

"But, Paul, how can you take me home with you if you can't bring humans there?"

"When we made the rules we also agreed to make all of us homosexual. We have strong sexual needs and desires. We were all bisexual, mostly, and this was becoming a problem. We were spawning too many demigods and oddities. That is where the myths of centaurs, satyrs and minotaurs come from. To keep from breeding more we made the change to our own sexuality." He looked at me while I pondered this.

"It makes sense, Paul, but what does it have to do with bringing me to your home?"

"To keep us from bringing home every human that turns a head we made a rule. Any human we bring back we have to show that there is a legitimate connection between us, a wealth of feeling although not necessarily the kind of love that you and I share. The second part of the rule is that we must share, sexually, any human with everyone who desires to. It makes us less likely to do so."

"So if you bring me home then you have to let me have sex with every other god that wants me?"

"Yes, Michael. And you have to want to do this. It cannot be rape but you would have to be a willing partner to any of my brothers who wish to have sex with you." He looked anguished at this. It was my turn to pull him close and kiss him for a moment.

"Paul, I don't know what to think. Do you have to bring me home? Can't we be happy here?"

"We will be happy wherever we are together. If we stay here you will grow old and die and I will be alone forever. If we go to Olympus you will live almost forever. We can live together and perhaps learn together and transcend to the next realm as one. It is the one thing I desire more than any other except to be at your side. Now that I have found you I will not leave you, ever."

"I'll do anything for you, Paul." And I meant it more than my words could convey.

"I love you, Michael. It is not a decision we will have to make immediately. I want us to stay here and enjoy the world together before I take you home. We have a couple years before we must face that. In the meantime I plan to fuck you around this world." I laughed and pulled him to me again.

"Let's do it. Right now, Paul. I don't need anything here except you. Let's go right now." His cock was lengthening and growing between my legs.

"Have you ever been fucked under the moon on a beach in Crete?"

"You know I haven't." He pulled me close and the next instant I felt cool sand under my side. I looked around at the deserted beach as Michel rolled me onto my stomach. I sighed as his cock forced its way into me, forcing some of his come out from earlier. He pulled me up to my knees as he seated himself deeply inside me.

End of Chapter 1