Resurrection

Resurrection

Part I

I woke up cold. In fact, that's what woke me up, was the cold. I was numb at first, couldn't feel anything but that bone chilling, penetrating cold. At first, even when I opened my eyes, I thought I could not see, that I was blind. But then I began to think that it wasn't that I was blind but that it was pitch black where I was.

Soon enough, besides the cold, I could feel the hard ground beneath my naked body. I was curled up on my left side and I could feel the bitingly cold rock against my skin, bruising my hip bone. I reached down with my right hand, which had been resting on my hip, and touched the stone I was lying on. It was smooth, cold, and definitely rock with a few tiny grains of sand, here and there.

I turned my head to look up, but still could see nothing. I raised my hand to my face, or thought I did, but couldn't see it. Eventually I rolled onto my back, but the cold was too much. I had to move.

Sitting up I began finally to think back, to try to piece it together. Where was I, I wondered. What had happened to make me end up in this dark place, lying naked on a rock floor?

But nothing came to mind. I searched my memory and found nothing that would indicate a reason for this. The very last clear memory I had was standing at a barbecue cooking up hamburgers and laughing with friends. Friends whose names I couldn't remember. A wife there, whose name I couldn't remember.

I sat up slowly, waving my hand above me and in front of me, to make sure I didn't sit up into anything I couldn't see. After a moment I decided to stand, but it was a struggle. I was cold and stiff and my usual balance was off, but I got to my feet, waving my arms around for balance and to check for a low ceiling. Soon I was standing, my legs wide, shivering. That's when I heard the voice.

"You are cold," it said. It, I tell you, but it was a man's voice. A soft, but strong man's voice. Almost soothing.

"Who is that?" I croaked.

There was a pause and I began to think I hadn't heard the voice at all.

"A friend," the voice said. Instantly the temperature surrounding me warmed.

"I can't see," I said. My voice was scratchy, felt unused and foreign.

As I blinked, gazing around me, the darkness began to lighten slightly.

"We must preserve your eyes," the voice told me. "They're sensitive for now. How do you feel?"

The light was a bit painful. Even though it was dim I squinted, looking around. I was in what looked like a cave, but not a natural cave, more like a carved out space like a mine. To one side was a shelf that almost looked like a bench, or bed, otherwise the cave was empty and featureless. I looked up. The ceiling was as smooth as the floor, as were the walls. The cave, which I thought of as a room now because it was clearly man made, was square and the corners were slightly rounded. I stood directly in the center.

"Who are you?" I asked weakly.

"Do you know who you are?" the voice asked instantly.

I shook my head, but then nodded. "Soldier," I said. "I...I'm a soldier."

Another long pause.

"What is...soldier?" the voice asked.

I shook my head in confusion. "You...I don't get it, what's your question? You don't know what a soldier is?"

The pause was longer this time. "You should sleep," the voice said soothingly.

I instantly felt tired. I staggered weakly over to the shelf or bed or whatever it was and sat down. It felt strangely soft, even though it looked like rock. I lay down and as soon as my head touched the now warm and soft stone I slept.

And I dreamt. I had a dream I had had before. There was a time, when I was younger, when I would sneak into my older sister's room and pull out the catalogues she had hidden under her bed, catalogues of men's underwear, and some Playgirl magazines as well. And I would fantasize about those men, just pure sexy fantasies about touching them and them touching me.

That night I dreamt of one of those male models, one of them that I had always really been drawn to. We were swimming nude together, in a warm pool on a hillside overlooking Los Angeles. I was chasing him in the water, always nearly catching him. My cock was hard as a rock. I wanted nothing more than to feel his skin against mine, but I knew that as soon as I did feel his skin against mine I would want more, much more.

I finally caught him in my dream. We were in water to my chest and as he swam by, I caught him up and pulled him close. I'm not a small man, by any stretch of the imagination. A little over six feet and powerfully built, I easily snatched him to me when I caught him. He was only of average height, slim but muscular, and he struggled, but I wrapped my strong arms around him and held him tight. His sizable dick pressed against my chest as he pushed against my shoulders with all his might. I looked up and he was laughing down at me, a lovely, enticing sound and sight.

My arms were across his lower back and I slid one hand down to his tight little butt. I felt him spread his legs as his expression went from laughing to lustful in a second. My hand ventured down to cup his large balls from behind. I wanted him to explode in my mouth, to feel his juice shooting onto my tongue and down my throat. I was growling, I think. Animalistic. I shifted my hands to both his hips and lifted him up so I could get to his cock. It sprang away from my chest as I vaulted him up and my mouth caught it. I felt it slide in, over my tongue, hot and hard.

And that's what my dream was. Me, gripping his ass and hips, fucking my own mouth with his big dick until he cried out in ecstasy and shot his hot, creamy load down my eager throat.

I woke up, this time, comfortable. I was lying on the rock shelf, which felt like a very firm bed. The light was still dim, but not as dim as it had been earlier, before I had fallen asleep. I sat up and looked around and then my heart skipped a beat.

Standing to one side, staring at me, was a young man. He was still, preternaturally still, but when he saw me look at him he seemed to awaken himself and his eyes intensified. I took a deep breath. He was what I would have always considered ideal. Medium height, built like an athlete, muscular and fit with long legs, a washboard stomach, broad shoulders and chest. I imagined his butt was small and round and taut. He looked like the male underwear model of my dream, but even better. Like a combination of all the best parts of those nude models and underwear models in my sister's magazines.

And he was naked. And he was hung. His dick arched away from his body, swaying in a half-erect state. His balls were large and hung low.

I saw his eyes widened and I looked away. He took a step forward and stopped. I looked up at him, guessing he was the owner of the voice I had heard.

"You gonna tell me who you are?"

He smiled, a beautiful smile and I looked away again. I had an instantaneous fantasy, one of those quick visions: me on my back, his mouth on my dick, his dick in my mouth. Then it switched, to me kissing that mouth, our bodies held tight against each other.

I heard a sigh and looked at him. My mouth opened at what I saw. He was standing with his arms wrapped around himself, his head thrown back and that beautiful smile still spread across his equally beautiful face. His cock was fully erect, a thick pole sticking straight up at a good 9 or 10 inches.

"Sweet Jesus, man..." I said, stopping as he looked at me suddenly. I cleared my throat. "You're making me uncomfortable."

He cocked his head. "I am?" He paused, going completely still as if all life had left his body and he looked like a manikin that had been left there with a hard, plastic dick attached to it. "No," he said. "I feel excitement."

"That's obvious," I said. I licked my lips and tried to change the subject. "Where am I?"

"Now I feel discomfort," his soft voice purred. "I'm sorry. I'm realizing many things, learning at a tremendous rate. Learning more than I could ever have imagined."

I sat still as he walked toward me.

"You are three," he said. "You are soldier, you are husband, you also have a secret side and this you are ashamed of, the side the other two don't know about."

"What are you talking about?" I was becoming scared. My mind was racing. In all my training as a soldier I had never been faced with a scenario where my interrogator was a very handsome, nude, fully erect Greek god type who seemed to know my inner desires and kinky, bisexual dreams.

"I am not an interrogator," he said and I jumped at his choice of words. Had he read my mind? He did his strange pause again and then snapped out of it. "This is not a prison, or a war in which you have been taken prisoner. You have been resurrected."

I glanced around, wondering how he got in to this doorless, windowless room.

"Yes," he said then.

"What?"

"Yes, I can read your mind," he said. "Or, I could put it a different way, I suppose, but that would take us down a long road of discussion and explanation you are not ready for."

"Okay, well, let's just try this one more time," I said. "There's really only one thing I want to know, right now. Who are you and why do you have me held here?"

He smiled. "I am what you have imagined," he said. "Last night, in your dream, this form was there in a way...other things were there, in your mind while you slept. Bad things, certainly. But, I chose this form to come to you because it pleased you."

"Not much of an answer," I said. I suddenly felt sleepy. He reached out and touched my chest.

"You are as you were," he said, his soft voice seeming to hypnotize me. "Strong, resilient. Soldier." His hand pushed me down onto the soft shelf. I lay down without resistance. His hand was soft on my chest. I looked down and saw it caress my pectoral muscle then slide down my belly.

"Goddammit," I groaned. All I could think of was the cameras they surely had on me, watching me as my prick sprang to life while this bastard seduced me. I could imagine the video on Youtube: "Imprisoned Soldier gay sex with captors!" Surely that isn't covered in the Code of Conduct!

"No," he said. His hand stopped just short of my pubic hair, pausing on my lower belly. "There are no cameras. There is no public to judge you. Please..." He did one of his short, strange pauses again and then snapped out of it. "The pleasure you feel, while I'm in this body, and the pleasure I feel is immeasurable. It is foreign to me. It is pure. I want to be one with you and feel it, all of it."

I lay there, looking into those gorgeous blue eyes. He smiled at me and I heard, not out loud, but actually in my mind, his voice saying, soothingly, "The world that judges you is no more." He then leaned forward and his full lips touched mine. At the same time his hand slid down to wrap around my thick cock. As our kiss deepened my cock became even more swollen and I heard him moan against my lips.

"Such pleasure," he whispered against my mouth. My tongue plunged into his mouth and I reached down to the real object of my desire, feeling his erection standing tall and powerful. I pulled at it, marveling at how long and thick it was.

"Oh god," I said. He pulled back and looked down at me, curious.

"What is...god?"

"What the fuck. Can't you read my goddam mind and figure it out?"

I was making a joke of it, or trying to in the strangeness of it all.

My hand still tugged at his huge cock and he still tugged at mine, even as he paused to think about it.

"No," he said. "It is a...complicated, ephemeral subject in your mind. Many names, many guises--"

I put my finger up to his lips. "Listen," I said, "I don't know exactly what's going on here, but why don't we just enjoy this and stop thinking so hard?"

He nodded. Without another word he bent down and took my fat prick into his mouth. I lifted my hips and spread my thighs. His one hand stayed on my chest while the other cupped my tight balls. If there was one thing this guy could do it was suck cock. He sucked cock like some of the gay porn I had sneaked online while my wife wasn't watching. I didn't even think that he had probably come up with the technique perusing my memories, but later I realized that's exactly what he had done.

Regardless, it felt good. I reached around to his ass, as he bent over my bed, and cupped his perfect roundness. I really, really wanted to fuck him. Before I could even finish the thought and how I'd like him to climb atop me, he pulled away from my wet prick and climbed up, straddling my lap. Reaching down with one hand he pulled my boner up as he sat down on it. For a moment I wanted to stop him, thinking about lube. No one wants to fuck a dry hole. But he only paused for a moment and when my dick pushed into his anus it was slick with lube already.

"Holy fuck that feels good," I gasped. He threw his head back in ecstasy as he rode me. I gripped his hard cock, stroking it as he slid up and down me, my other hand fondling his balls. I stared up at him, gazing at his incredible male beauty, his perfection, the rippling muscles, the fine sheen of sweat over his smooth skin, the light blonde hair around that amazing shaft. I noticed his head swelling, broadening, even as I felt my own cock beginning to tingle.

I bucked up into him and as I felt the first shock of orgasm he cried out and his own prick jolted in my hand. A hot stream of cum shot from the tip of his cock, arching through the air to hit my wide open mouth with unerring aim. I tasted it's tanginess as another surge from his prick exploded, shooting yet another stream out and into my mouth. After two more shots my belly, chest, chin and more importantly mouth, were covered in his cum, even as my own prick had filled him with my juice.

I lay gasping, looking up at him. His eyes were alive, intense. He leaned forward and kissed me, tasting his own cum.

"My god," he said, breathing hard against my mouth as we kissed the sloppiest kiss you could. I laughed.

"What is god?" I asked. He sat back up erect and smiled down at me.

"We will discuss this later, yes? I can not grasp some ideas without the definitions, the clear definitions. Images, yes, but not ideas like this god."

"Okay," I said. "Later." I was exhausted. He climbed off me and my cock felt to my belly, flaccid and used, slick with the mystery lube. I closed my eyes and fell asleep, and this time I didn't dream at all.