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" - Chapter 2
Again I awoke to darkness. I sat up in the large bed, concerned and partly aroused by Eric softly moaning in agony. He was attending to what looked like a knife gash on his bicep. The naked man wrapped a bandage around the hunky mound and tied it with force.
We were in his bedroom with the door locked. Eric sat on the floor with his back to the bed-frame, a gun by his side. The wind was howling violently; fresh snow was banging up against the outside walls, which made me question just how long I would be stuck there.
"What happened?" I asked.
"He's still here ... somewhere."
"Who?"
"Someone."
His tone was flat, yet urgent. It made a knot grow in my stomach. After the alarm went off earlier, Eric forced me into his room and demanded I lock it behind me. I got under the covers and, in my daze, quickly fell asleep to the sounds of fumbling and banging. I recall waking up only once-- and that was to the loud boom of a gun shot.
"Someone dangerous?" I inquired.
Eric stood up and trotted over to a wall mirror. I admired how his enormous manhood bobbed and swung back and forth as he moved. The man stood there in front of his own reflection. It took a few seconds for his dick to stop swinging after the movement ceased. That dick made me hard. I had never been so aroused by a flaccid cock in my entire life.
"Come here." he demanded.
I got up, feeling the cool temperature of the room against my bare skin and moved over to Eric who then positioned me directly in front of him. He clasped me by the shoulders and put his face right next to mine, cheek against cheek. Eric looked at me intensely in the mirror.
"You working for him?" he asked.
"Who-- what?"
"Don't fuck around. You're working for him, aren't you?"
"I really have no idea what you're talking about."
There was a silence as he examined my body. Those crystal blue eyes lingered on my hard-on for an instant.
"You know, there's a lot to be learned from the human body. It can tell more than you think." he said this with a knowing confidence.
He traced a finger down the center ridge of my smooth, brawny, and hard chest. Once he reached my sternum, Eric moved his finger underneath my left pec muscle which was firm and meaty. I noticed my nipples were red from his squeezing just a few hours before. The thought of that fuck session made my dick throb. Mr. Lust then squeezed both my biceps, looking as though he was calculating something.
"Your chest is the most defined muscle group. Because your abs only partway bulge out and your biceps are not as defined as they could be, it's clear your workout consists of mostly pushups and cardio activities-- most likely some form of martial arts."
I stared at him dumbfounded.
"How could you possibly know that?"
Eric ran his finger across a small bruise on my rib cage.
"This mark. Only a few items could create a such a contusion: a Nunchuk, or perhaps the blunt end of a Sai."
"That's ridiculous." I challenged.
"Am I wrong?"
Not exactly wrong, but not correct. I used to teach martial arts a few years back, though I go to the gym and use weights often (though maybe I put too much emphasis on chest).The bruise, well, who knows where that came from.
"Lucky guess." I said playfully.
"Assuming your tan is real, I can also guess that you live somewhere sunny during the winter months-- somewhere coastal. Byron lives by the sea."
"Who?"
"You know who."
"Why don't you trust me?"
"I need to learn more first."
Eric grabbed my dick with that big strong hand. The stud locked eyes with me; his domineering, lustful, and almost terrifying demeanor returned. This man was a lot more peculiar in real life. This was not natural by any means. Eric began to slowly stroke my cock, glaring at me in the mirror.
"Slightly above average, medium thickness, very smooth. Pretty hot, Aden."
"Does my cock tell you something?" I said jokingly. Eric ignored this.
He wrapped a beefy arm around me, his hand engulfed my chest muscle and I felt a tug as he pulled me into him. Eric's massive chest was tight against my back and his growing penis was nestled against my butt cheeks. The man continued to stroke. Every once and a while he'd give a tug with a slight rotation to it, delicately moving the flesh around my phallus in such a way that it sent waves of ecstasy all through my loins. He now softly brushed his free hand up and down my chest and abs, feeling me all over.
Eric moaned, "I want to devour you."
He kept those pupils locked on my face.
The man reached down and cupped my balls, tugging on them playfully.
"Some fat balls you got there, buddy. You must not get much action."
My face began to go red. It felt a little uncomfortable having this man analyze my body as if it were some piece of evidence. I wondered if he was going crazy, as it seemed a bit outlandish to think you can really learn much about someone by their physical appearance. Eric's fingers brushed over my sac. I could feel the stubble of newly budding hair being pushed around the wrinkly surface. It felt good ? too good. I let out a breathy and soft gasp.
Next his hand slid across my pubic area below the navel region. The sweeping motion he made was both precise and sensual. It was amazing that he was able to consistently stroke my meat and use his other hand for fondling, all the while keeping that animalistic gaze focused on my eyes, which were nervously looking away. Eric's fingers brushed through my patch of light-colored hair. Then the massive creature gripped it in a fist, gently wrenching it upward for an instant.
"Ahh!" I gave an unexpected yelp.
Eric moaned deeply, in an almost sadistic tone that frightened me.
"You usually keep your body hair groomed, but obviously you've been away and unable to keep up with it. Though your lack of sex is questionable. Why keep your leg hair and pubes trimmed if you're not impressing someone? An erotic dancer I bet. A model?" Eric said this almost to himself, speaking softly with his raspy deep voice.
He was wrong on this one. Dead wrong. Such ludicrous assumptions! Maybe I don't get the same amount of ass as Eric used to, but I get a good fuck now and then (at least twice a month). His inaccuracy was kind of charming in a way, even though his presence was growing increasingly deranged. I chose to stay quiet. By now the porn studs cock was fully erect. He reached around and buried the shaft between my smooth, plump, and muscled cheeks. It was almost painful to have them spread so wide because that shaft was fat enough to break me in two. Eric gave some gentle hip thrusts, rubbing flesh against flesh. His body was so tight against me that I could feel his plump nipples scrape against my shoulder blades with every hump. That dick was too large to be fully engulfed by my cheeks. In fact, the upper half would knead against the lower part of my back as he grinded into me.
Eric then wrapped both hands around my throbbing cock. He would give a hip thrust, then a stroke with those tough hands gripping my manhood tightly. I moaned in pleasure. He was watching me get really into it. At this, he increased his speed.
Thrust, stroke. Thrust, stroke. Heavy moans from both of us. Thrust, stroke.
"Oh my bitch loves that, huh?" He said cruelly.
All I could muster in response was a contorted, "mmmmahhhh."
His precum was leaking down my spine and traveled into the crevice of my ass, nicely lubricating the area and making his thrusts glide easily.
Thrust, stroke. Thrust, stroke.
Eric increased his speed even more for an instant, enjoying the wetness of his own leaking fluids.
"Oh yeahhhh" he grunted under his breath.
Suddenly, the man stopped. He bent his face over my shoulder and spit on the bulbous head of my phallus. His next strokes were wet and rapid-fire, causing my head to spin in sensual bliss. His own humping returned and we were moving together in unison. He growled with a horny passion. I moaned along with him.
"You goddamn slut. I want you to take my cock all the way in your throat." He muttered choppily with a heavy breath.
I really hoped that was not about to happen. No way could I fit that inside my mouth.
My ball sac drew in towards my body and because my groaning became louder and more frequent, Eric could tell that I was getting closer. His speed increased again. It was heavenly, though I was still frightened by his animal behavior. The man was so unpredictable.
I was getting even closer. My loins were burning with intense pleasure. The rod began to tighten along with my fat nuts.
"Oh fuck, I'm gonna shoot!" I called out.
He stopped. Eric flipped me around and rammed me against the wall, my dick was throbbing uncontrollably but not yet at the point of orgasm. The storm outside seemed to get even more furious, almost matching Eric's visible rage. The veins in his neck perked out and his face was bright red. The porn star began to choke me with both hands. Terror quickly emerged and my throbbing rod returned to its hardened stillness. At this point I believed he must be insane.
I chocked and gagged, trying to ingest air-- but I was unable.
"Are you working for Byron James?" he said with great power.
Eric released me, then gave a light slap across my face. I gasped at the air, which tickled my throat painfully.
"I swear to you, I have never heard that name in my entire life. You brought me here, remember? I just want to get back home, that's all." I tried to sound as sincere as possible, though my voice was raspy and soft.
The monster of a man took a deep breath. His evilness seemed to dissipate with that elongated exhale. I stood there frozen, not knowing what to do or say next. Eric got on his knees before me and again took my meat in his tightened fist. I bravely looked down at him. Eric gave an expression that was both tortured and, in a way, apologetic. He rubbed my precum over the swollen head and began to stroke me furiously.
At this point I did not want him touching me. I desperately wanted to leave because the feeling of safety was long gone. However, for the sake of my own protection, I endured his swift cock-pumping. After all, he was extremely good at it. His chest bounced and tightened as he worked vigorously on jerking me. His bicep was straining as he did this. I let the awkward pleasure take over and once again my nuts came up tight against my body. I held back my moans, feeling unable to completely let go like a had before. Also, part of me was unsure as to whether he was going to let me bust that load, so I tensed my body (eventually having to balance myself by gripping one of his giant shoulders).
Eric's quick strokes were relentless. There was a thump outside the bedroom door which I ignored. I was then able to let myself go over the edge and a fountain of white liquid erupted, spilling all over his gargantuan chest. Several thick wads got caught in his trimmed, dark, and speckled chest hair. I watched as the rest trickled over his abs. It was a beautiful sight. I couldn't help but let out a few pleasureful wails of release, glad to finally ejaculate.
The wonderful sensations died out and I collapsed against the wall behind me. Before I could process what just happened, the blade of an axe burst through the bedroom door. We both jolted upwards in alarm.
"Stay back!" Eric demanded.
He ran to his gun and pointed it at the entrance. The axe came in through the door again with a loud bang. The man shot through the door several times: BANG, BANG, BANG. Then there was nothing. As we waited silently, I felt my cock deflate. My heart was thumping in my chest. Eric did not take his attention away from the mutilated door.
There was a loud thud as the person on the other side kicked the door wide open. A thin man with greying hair and glasses stood there holding the axe out defensively. He had been shot through the shoulder. Blood was spilling out onto his many layers of clothing. Eric went to shoot another round, but he was out of ammunition. The stranger came running at me. Eric ran at him, trying to intercept. Before I could even move, he had his arms squeezing me hard from behind, and the blade up to my throat. How much of this could one person endure in a single day?
"Come with me or I'll do him in." The guys voice sounded distorted, high-pitched, and gnarled. Eric looked at me with a deep concern. It was the first time I saw him look remotely vulnerable.
Instinctively I pushed the arm holding the axe away from me. I elbowed him in the ribs, pushing him back. I then spun around and gave a round-house kick to his temple. The creep fell to the ground, out cold. Eric, still firmly erect, ran over and picked him up. He ran out of the room, a bit of leftover precum falling away from the tip of his rod on the way. I followed him through the dark cabin to the front door.
"Open it." He said eagerly.
I opened the door and felt an incredible rush of icy wind engulf my body. Snow had created a thick white layer in the air, making it impossible to see into the distance. Eric stepped out onto his porch and lay the man down in the snow. I recognized that guys face somehow. I knew that my memory of him was not good, but I couldn't pinpoint it yet. The stud re-entered the cabin and shut the door behind him, locking it. We were both shaking from the cold. How this man still maintained a throbbing cock was beyond me.
He led me to the fireplace. We stood there shivering for a moment, catching our breath. What could I possibly do now? I couldn't leave. I couldn't get away from this situation no matter how I considered it.
Eric unexpectedly wrapped his arms around me, hugging my flesh tightly. I didn't know if he was doing this out of sincerity or to warm himself. The man brushed his fingers through my blonde hair, his hot breath going down my neck.
"I'm sorry about all this."
He sounded genuine, but I was still apprehensive. This mans behavior was too chaotic to ever be certain what his motives were. I wondered what happened to him. He was so popular and well liked all through his porn career. Even in his interviews he seemed to have it together.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"I think so."
He pulled away a bit so he could look down at my face.
"So if you're not working for him, why are there photos of him in your camera?"
"What?"
Eric went over to the couch and procured a black camera bag, which I instantly recognized as mine.
"This was around your neck when I found you. Several shots show Byron in the background."
I moved over to him, took the camera out, and turned it on. As I looked down at the screen, I noticed Eric's cock twitch beside me. It was still hard as ever in all its smooth, veiny, fat, and thick glory. I did see many shots with the eery man in the background as I flipped through image after image. Then, something struck me.
"There was someone following me when I was out earlier. It was him. He had been following me all along and I didn't even realize it." I said.
"Do you know why?"
"Not a clue. I think he's what caused my accident. Maybe I was trying to get away or something."
"Or he could have run you off the cliff himself." Eric put in.
I wish I knew more. All I could do was hope more information would come to me as time went on, though I had doubts there would be any. I had never even seen those pictures before now. I was certain of that. I also doubt I had any other confrontation with this man. Only time would tell.
"Follow me," Eric began, "I don't want to leave you alone. Who knows whats going on."
I followed him all through the cold and shadowy cabin until we reached a staircase to a basement. Once down in the freezing room, Eric grabbed a flashlight and went to an electrical breaker box. He hit a few buttons and suddenly lights were on everywhere. Behind him I noticed there was a broken window and muddy footsteps just below.
"Look." I said, pointing behind him.
Eric turned to see the window. At the same time, I heard the whir of a heating system come to life.
"Shit. Looks like we found his entrance. I guess that explains why all the electricity was turned off."
Eric and I did our best to barricade the windows and the basement door, hoping there would be no more break in attempts (that is, if Byron managed to survive the bullet wound and freezing snow storm). After this, we decided to have an evening meal and went into his kitchen, which was lit nicely by a chandelier. I sat at a wood table while a meat and vegetable medley sizzled in a pan on the stove.
Mr. Lust had a spray bottle of water and was attending to a large plant in a pot sitting on a stand against a wall. I watched as he bent down towards the floor, spraying another potted plant on the ground. I became extremely horny when I got a glimpse of Eric's ass hole. This leaned over position spread his smooth, round, plump, and muscled cheeks just enough to give me a view. In all of his videos, his hole had never been shown, nor fucked. To see it in person was unbelievably thrilling. It was lightly haired and a dark shade of pink. I fantasized about what it would be like to fuck the ultimate top. Would he scream for mercy or would he beg for more? I couldn't believe my dick was already throbbing to life again. A very small portion of me wanted to fool around with that cock again, but I knew that would be dangerous. The man had serious problems, and it was not worth provoking again.
Eric stood up and moved over to the stove to finish dinner. I watched his semi-erection bob as he moved. I couldn't believe he was still somewhat aroused. It was also curious that he kept plants in the house. Something about him doing any kind of nurturing task seemed out of character. There were several small plants all over the room. I, myself, am big into growing different vegetables and other plants for practical reasons. It was a hobby of mine. I decided to break the ice and mention it.
"I see you have a lot of plants around here."
"That's right. I do a lot of growing actually. It's how I survive."
"What do you mean?"
"I've got everything I need here. I grow and hunt my own food, also generate my own electricity. It would be too difficult otherwise, being so far from civilization and all."
That statement made me worried.
"Just how far are we?"
"About a four day's hike. I used to have a motorbike to get me there faster, but it broke down."
"So-- wait. You just live out here and never go into town?" My apprehension was growing.
Eric turned the heat off the stove and poured the meal onto two glass plates. He walked over and set a dish in front of me, giving a grin as he noticed my stiff manhood. The stud sat down across from me.
"Basically, you're right. I only go into town if I need basic supplies, which is not often because I make my own."
Shit. I was really going to be stuck here for a long time. A four day hike in a rural area like this during winter months could be excruciating, especially if the weather was unpredictable. I then realized what a mistake it had been to travel so far from camp. We began to eat in silence. The food was unexpectedly delicious. I inhaled it with ease.
"I can show you my planting system, if you're curious." Eric said after he swallowed down some food.
I was curious. To realize I had something in common with this hung god was exciting. It also gave us an opportunity to do something else other than fuck, which by now I wasn't certain I was entirely done with. Looking at him in full light was even more immaculate. The man was rugged but flawless. Not a thing about him was a turnoff.
"Yeah, I'd like that." I replied.
"Alright then, tomorrow morning. We should sleep now. I'm sure you've had a crazy day. And again, I'm sor--"
"It's okay. Things happen." I interjected. Though I was grateful to have him recognize his negative actions.
Eric and I agreed to share a bed. We had the alarm set for every few hours to wake me up, a precaution for people with concussions. I couldn't sleep and was pretending to do so. My mind was too preoccupied for slumber. I questioned again why he hasn't been wearing any clothes. I also wondered, more importantly, why Byron had been following me and then attacked Eric. This porn star had a lot to hide.
I heard the sheets rustle. I felt Mr. Lust get out of bed and walk around to the end of it, where his footsteps stopped. I could feel his presence looking down at me. There was the sound of friction, skin against skin. It stopped. I breathed slowly in anticipation. Then suddenly I felt the sheets gently glide off my body. What was he doing? I continued to pretend as if I was sleeping. The friction noise returned again, along with a soft slapping sound. Curious, I parted my eyes slightly and saw Eric standing in front of the bed masturbating his fully erect shaft. His eyes were fiery and focused on my toned and smooth body. The studs huge nuts were slapping against his body as he stroked. I admired how his hunky chest, which was stained with my cum residue from earlier, tensed with every stroke. His nipples were large, stiff, and round. The sight of all this made me erect, though I kept my eyes predominantly shut so he wouldn't think I was awake.
Eric moaned as quietly as he could and picked up his stroking pace. His testicles were now slapping against him even harder now, and growing in volume. The veins on his cock were bulging and the monster was pulsating with pleasure. In the mirror behind him, I could see his round ass muscles tense. Eric pumped his meat even faster. Was he going to shoot on me while I was sleeping? That would be just bizarre (even though a part of me was hoping he would). The mans breathing got heavier, though he managed to keep it at a soft level to not wake me. I could feel my own cock surge with intensity. I was afraid of my own attraction to him.
I watched as the studs nuts drew up close to his body. Eric leaned back and held his enormous dick up towards his stomach. The porn stars face strained and contorted, flushing red. His balls were flinging violently back and forth as he jerked himself with unrelenting speed. He gasped choppily with his burley tone and then I heard a thick wad of jizz slap against his lips. The next load shot out onto his chest, again getting tangled in his mild fur. Three more loads tumbled out onto his abs, filling the ridges with that pungent liquid and trickling down to his patch of trimmed dark hair. Some of it went down his legs.
After a moment, Eric returned to a normal standing position, taking a deep breath. His upper body was nearly covered in jizz. Next the man leaned over me, gently placing the sheets back on my body. As he did this, a little bit of cum dripped from his lips onto my forehead. It was still warm. My dick throbbed. When he got up again, Eric did something that completely took me off guard. He fell on his knees and began to sob.
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