Copyright 2012 by Trevor Lechery
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Please note that this story contains explicit erotic and sexual content. Mature readers only. Reader discretion is advised. This work of fiction is the product of the author's imagination. Any similarities to real life characters, places and events are unintended and purely coincidental.
ABOUT THIS STORY: This tale contains depictions of "masculine men" in the conventional sense-- muscles, hair, deep voice, etc. Readers who enjoy rough sex, dirty talk, and coercion will enjoy this. Also, if you're a fan of huge dicks you will want to read this. This story does NOT involve minors.
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Snowed In"
I woke slowly with a throbbing head. My naked body was tangled in a sea of blankets next to the fireplace, which was emitting a comforting warmth.
"You had a nasty accident back there" a deep baritone voice mentioned.
My snowmobile had crashed in the middle of the icy mountains. I had blacked out. Now here I was in some mysterious place.
"Lucky, no major injuries" the voice said. It was familiar, but somehow I was clueless to who it was.
I looked around with blurry vision, trying to see the man speaking to me; he was concealed in the shadows. I blinked, my eyes adjusting. I could now make out my location in the dim firelight: a log cabin living room.
I knew instinctively that I was safe, but my confusion forced out the nerves.
"Hello?" I said in a weak shaky voice.
There was a brief silence as the fire crackled by my side. The wind howled loudly outdoors.
"You're okay, buddy. Don't worry" he said reassuringly. That rich masculine tone was a surprising turn on. I noticed my dick beginning to tickle as it grew slowly. How odd. Then it struck me. Where were my clothes? How did I get here? The memories were vague.
I heard growing footsteps. I turned and saw a tall man emerge from the darkness. He was completely nude, though his lower half was concealed by a couch. A massive chest, speckled with black hair, and a defined, bulging, and rock solid eight-pack-- which seemed to burst out of his stomach-- glistened in the firelight along with huge, mound-like, and rugged biceps, shoulders, and veiny forearms, which all contributed to an impressive, near fatless physique. My cock was up in seconds.
My hungry eyes then wandered up to meet his gaze. I recognized him. At the same time, though, I had no idea who this man was. He looked older than me, perhaps early to mid thirties. I was only twenty-two. His chiseled jawline was decorated with a brown scruff.
His calming blue eyes looked into mine for a brief moment. Then suddenly that peaceful expression turned into one of wild dominance. The man looked at my chest protruding from the web of sheets. It seemed as though a dark force, a lustful, angry, and determined energy had taken over him for an instant, then dissipated as quickly as it had arrived.
"It's a miracle I found you when I did. The cold would've done you in easy" he said.
"Where am I?"
He smiled briefly. "Somewhere safe."
Again the stud moved into the shadows and I was surprised to notice he was walking up behind me. If my head weren't in such agony, I would have looked up to see his junk. I felt strong hands pull me to a standing position. My naked body felt much colder without all the blankets. I shivered.
"Hold on, you'll be warm again soon" he said softly into my ear.
The massive man towered over me from behind. I felt his hands push against my muscled shoulders, guiding me somewhere. My footsteps were wobbly, and my head was spinning in a blur of dizziness. I kept walking. I wondered if he could see my raging hard-on. From his position it seemed likely, but not a word was said.
One of his hands traveled down my back. His touch sent an electric current throughout my body. His hand continued downward and rolled over my smooth ass. I felt a finger slide briefly between my cheeks as we moved. This made my dick pulse heavily in response. What was he doing? He brought his hand back up to where it was previously and continued guiding me with both hands. Soon we entered a small, much colder room that was completely invisible due to darkness. We stood there in silence for a moment.
"Why aren't the lights on?" I asked.
"Shh" he whispered into my ear.
He removed his hands from my shoulders. I heard him walking on a hard surface. Then the sound of running water emerged. I could tell the liquid was building, maybe in a sink or tub. My eyes strained in the darkness, trying to make out what was going on. The flesh on my body was going numb from the cold. Soon I felt the hands on my shoulders again. They guided my to a tub filling with refreshingly warm water. I got in and lied down in the comforting substance.
Swoosh! A match was lit and I could see the guys hand lighting a candle on a sink. He picked up the taper and ignited several large candles around the space. I was in a bathroom. He began lighting candles that surrounded the bath. I could now see my wet clothes hanging on a rack above me. The mans face glistened in the light as he sat on his knees next to the tub. He smiled at me, causing my dick to throb. I swallowed hard.
"What day is it?" he asked.
I pondered, thinking rigorously, "January ? something? Not sure."
"What happened earlier? Do you remember much?"
"Only that I crashed my snowmobile. And I think there was someone riding behind me" I said, trying to recall.
"You were alone when I found you. Sounds like a concussion, bud. You don't remember anything else about your day?"
I took a breath, trying to think back. "I remember leaving camp. That's it."
He nodded.
There was a silence between us. Embarrassingly my dick would not deflate. Hiding it with my hands would only bring attention to that area, so I went on hoping the dim candlelight would conceal the eager phallus.
It was then I looked at the wall mirror near the sink, which reflected the studs bottom half crouched before the tub. My heart skipped a beat. Dangling between his legs was a monster cock. It was completely flaccid, thick, and hanging halfway to his knees. What was most surprising was not only that his manhood was shockingly giant, but that I recognized it as the famous rod belonging to my idol, Eric Lust, a gay porn star with the largest penis ever documented. Bizarre. I thought for sure he would be dead by now. You see, Eric had gone missing from the set of an x-rated movie three years ago. Police gave up investigating several months after. He simply vanished; yet here he was, glistening by the flames.
The man stood up and looked down at me. Eric's humongous meat was now just inches from my face, dangling there between his legs.
"You hungry?" He inquired.
I didn't realize he had asked a question because I was so transfixed by his piece.
He responded to my obvious staring by asking seductively, "You like that, don't you?"
"Huh?" I looked up.
"I asked if you wanted something to eat."
"Oh. Sure."
He grinned and then turned to exit the room.
I was alone. Alone with my throbbing cock that was near ready to explode. How could this be happening? I also wondered why he was naked. It made sense that he removed my wet clothes from the snow accident in order to avoid hypothermia. But what reason did he have? Was Eric trying to make me feel comfortable? Show off? This was all so confusing. My head ached.
Eric returned with a steaming bowl of soup in one hand and a short stool in the other. He placed the seat next to the bath and placed the soup on the square tile-covered arm of the tub. He put a steaming spoon up to my lips.
"Here," he said, "this'll bring you back to life."
I took the spoon from him (not wanting to be babied) and ate the soup. Looking down, I noticed Eric's limp cock was draped over his lean thigh-- a sleeping Anaconda. I ate another spoonful of soup as he watched.
"You remember your name, right?" He asked.
"Yeah," I chuckled, "Aden."
"Eric."
Of course, I already knew his name. I have posters of his nudes all over my bedroom walls. I own all of his DVDs. Though my favorite collectable is the Eric Lust dildo, which is an exact replica of his manhood. It took me two years just to work the head inside me. Now I can take it all, and fuck myself pretty good too. I felt it wasn't yet appropriate to bring up his ex-profession. Maybe something awful had occurred that made him leave (or forced him to).
"You see something you like, Aden?" He asked provocatively. That booming voice excited every molecule of my being.
I swallowed my soup and replied, "What do you mean?"
"I'm afraid you might poke my eye out" he said playfully, gesturing to my submerged hard-on.
I blushed. Was he flirting? I hoped so.
"Sorry" I muttered with embarrassment.
"Damn fine with me," Eric said, "I don't get to see much cock these days."
I stared at his sensual grin wide-eyed, not knowing how to respond. His eyes were feasting on the site of my erection. The man seemed to be fighting off his own desire, warring internally. A brutality emerged in his pupils, like that of a killer about to strike. Eric's dick gave a violent twitch, the beast awakening. I was in such shock I didn't know what to do. He got up off the stool and again looked down at me, his flaccid dick inches from my face.
"Tell you what," he began, "finish up in here and when you're done come by the fireplace."
He grabbed his shaft and smeared his limp bulbous head over my lips, wiping away the soup residue.
"I'll be waiting" he said under his breath.
Eric turned and left me alone yet again. I sat in the warm water motionless. It was a miracle I didn't shoot my load right there. His mental state didn't bother me one bit. All those years of fantasizing about this stud made me determined to experience it in real life, no matter what the cost. I quickly washed up and rinsed my mouth in the sink, then I took a candle and made my way through the darkness until I reached the fire place.
He had set up a massage table. A few tubes of body oil (which, I noticed, could also be used as personal lubricants) sat on a nearby coffee stand. Eric, looking much more in control, was leaning provocatively against the table, his fully erect dick poking out. I froze and took a moment to admire it: extremely long, thick, veiny, and perfectly symmetrical. Even his balls were large, both golfball-sized and protruding from the sac which could barley contain them. I couldn't believe this was happening. I also couldn't believe one human could be so incredibly hot.
"I thought you could use a massage. That was quite a crash" he said, gesturing for me to lie down on the table.
"That's so nice of you" I replied as I walked over and lied face down on the table.
I felt the weight of my body squish my erection. The hot fire crackled next to me as I did this. Eric put a ton of lube on his hands and began applying it to my back. His big hands were strong, yet gentle.
"Where does it hurt?" he asked.
"Everywhere" I replied in aroused agony.
"Good."
He began to massage my pain-stricken back. It felt wondrous. The man had serious talent. I couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
"You're tight" he said this very sexually and under his breath.
After a moment, I inquired, "Did you see the crash?"
"No, but it was clear you rolled down that rocky hill. You landed on thin ice and I found you half in the lake minutes after the accident. Unfortunately, the snowmobile sunk to the bottom."
"I really don't remember any of that, just that there was a huge impact."
"It'll come to you."
He wet his hands with oil again and this time began to lube up my ass cheeks. My heart was racing. This stud wanted me, and he wanted me now.
"Is it okay if I touch you here?" Eric proposed.
"Like I said, pain is all over. Massage anywhere that needs work."
He was playing a seductive game, and I wanted to make it as easy as possible for him.
"Anywhere?" He seemed to be challenging me with that question.
Eric began massaging my ass with hard sensual motions.
"Anywhere" I repeated.
After working on my cheeks for a while, he then spread them wide open, revealing my ass hole. Eric rubbed lube over the area. As he did this I was surprised at myself for letting out a sexually-charged groan. He placed his fingertip against the entrance and applied pressure, then made slow circles. It felt incredible.
"So tight. I should work on this area" Eric said.
"Take me" I blurted out, my dick throbbing.
"Hold your horses, buddy. I gotta train your little hole first" he said with a calm excitement.
But I didn't need training. I've had a plastic version of his rod up me on several occasions. I was determined to get it.
He peeled my ass cheeks apart even further and suddenly I felt a hot mouth covering the entirety of my opening. His tongue worked slow sensual circles around my anus and my body writhed in ecstasy. I moaned out loudly. Even his firm grip on my muscled cheeks provided a heavenly sensation. Eric gently scraped his teeth over the surface as he did this. After a while, he pulled my hips towards him so his face was completely buried in my crevice. Then I felt Mr. Lust suck hard. He simultaneously rotated his head to provide yet another pleasureful swirling sensation. The skilled porn star also managed to jab his tongue out and briefly enter through my opening sporadically.
"Oh yes! More ? more!" I called out deliriously.
I felt as though I was entering another state of consciousness. This man was a professional most definitely. He moaned as he did this, as if he'd been starving for days and was feeding for the first time. The studs sucking became even more intense. I could feel my orifice slick with wetness and the extreme pressure of the sucking and tongue-jabs. I used my ass muscles to open and close the hole to make it easier to shove his tongue inside.
Eventually the man slowed down and then stopped. We both took a moment to regulate our breathing. Eric's panting breath was hot against my ass.
He then slipped his middle finger inside me. I was so horny my ass took it like nothing. Eric pulled in and out, almost in slow motion. By this point all my body pain had largely subsided. It was all pleasure. There was a great power to his arm thrusts, even with the slow pace. The movements were all controlled, steady, and rhythmic. I had never experienced such precision and ecstasy. But I would not be satisfied until I got that rock hard stallion deep within my hungry anus.
"So nice n' warm up there" Eric let out.
"I need all of you in me" I managed to say through my delirious groans.
He pulled his finger out. There was nothing for an instant. Finally, the porn celebrity stood up behind me. I could sense there was an abrupt shift in him, but I couldn't quite tell what was going on.
The man said cruelly, "You want me to tear your little ass apart?"
It was like something had snapped within him-- a psychological malfunction-- or perhaps lust was getting the best of Eric and his respect for my body had taken a back seat. Whatever he was fighting within himself had won (and I was happy I managed to trigger it). Eric jumped on the table, straddling me. His balls were pressed tightly against my lubed ass cheeks. The stud yanked my head up by the hair.
"My fat dick is gonna make you whine like a bitch," he slapped his giant snake against my back, "and I'm gonna teach you to like it."
I was in such confusion and passion that I could not form a response. Eric threw my head back onto the cushioned table. The dizziness returned. He moved back a little, threw some lube on that monster and rammed his hips at me with great force, which drove his dick straight inside. I screamed. The initial pain was unbearable. Though the horny beast showed no mercy. He threw his whole body over top of me and worked his arms beneath my upper half so he could squeeze my stiff nipples. Eric groaned like an animal, power-thrusting my hole. His skin slapped against me loudly.
"You take me so fucking good" he screamed violently.
I couldn't help feeling like I was in one of Eric's movies. He was always extremely aggressive in his sex work. I loved that about him. Eric let out more loud and burley grunts and I could tell he was near the breaking point. Feeling his fat nut sac ram against me in conjunction with his thick meat pulling swiftly in and out made my dick pulsate with incredible passion. I began to moan loudly with him, feeling my own sac grow closer to my body as I grew closer to release.
"It's been so fucking long-- three years without a sluts whole to tear apart" he moaned in my ear.
"You're so good! Harder ? please ?" I begged.
And that he did. Eric's speed picked up so fast I could hardly breathe. The weird mixture of pleasure and pain took over and I screamed out in uncontrollable bursts as my swollen head shot out many hot loads. I could feel it seep out from under me, all over the table.
"Yeah, that's it" he grunted, "get it all out."
The lustful man increased his speed even more, his balls red from slapping against me. His pleasureful shouts filled the room as he squeezed my nipples even harder.
"Oh you fucker? taking my cock like a pro" he screamed this, sounding almost angry.
Then the porn star let out an elongated moan right in my ear as his dick erupted with sizzling thick cum-wads. It seemed as though Eric was ejaculating forever, and I thought my ass would burst because it got so full with jizz. Finally his thrusting slowed and his moans grew weaker. He loosened his grip on my nipples and got off of me. When the giant cock pulled out, I felt an ocean of man juice pour out onto the table, mixing into a pool of my own cum.
I could feel intense eyes looking down at me as I lied there breathless, orienting to reality. I hadn't realized it, but outside the winds were whipping through the air like crazy. Snow was being thrown up against the cabin walls. A storm like this could mean I would be stuck here for longer than expected, especially if we happened to get snowed in.
After Eric caught his breath, I turned to look up at him. He then seemed apologetic, as if he had done something terribly wrong. I looked into his softened blue eyes curiously.
"I shouldn't have done that. I--"
"No, it was incredible."
I couldn't understand why he acting so strange. Granted, he was extremely rough and a bit unpredictable. Though wasn't that to be expected from an ex-porn star?
He looked down at me, a glint of that animal lustfulness returning, "You can't sleep more than three hours at time with a concussion, Aden. I'll be sure to wake you up periodically."
I grinned at him sensually. Then out of nowhere a house alarm went of. It's beeping was loud and high-pitched. Eric looked around confused. He ran to a nearby coffee stand and yanked a pistol out of a drawer. Apparently we had an unwanted visitor.
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