"Why are you doing this to me?"
"Doing what to you exactly? I'd like to get down to some serious lovemaking, but so far you're not exactly going along with the program. You don't want much in a man, do you? Just total perfection. You prayed for me, Tony. Why can't you accept the unseen, the invisible is as powerful as that which is visible?"
Was this a trick question? Had I somehow smoked some wacky tobaccy and not even known it? I didn't even know how to respond to this guy, but he was brushing at some imaginary thing on his powerful, muscular, naked thigh and I jerked my mind back to the issue at hand.
Just how did this guy get in my shower?
"You spoke to the ancients. They do ... occasionally listen, you know." He smiled, enjoying some private joke. Were there hidden cameras in this joint? Were the cast and crew of Lava Mama having a whole heap of fun at my expense?
As I scanned the walls and ceiling for hardware, he sighed.
"You have three choices, Tony. Get on the internet and find nothing. Go next door and keep getting insulted for being chubby, or get royally fucked right now. By me. I'm very good at it. You ... made me that way."
I felt faint. "I ... made you that way?"
He looked at me blankly. "Didn't you pray for me on Haleakala?"
I gaped at him, a lump forming in my throat. In my whole life, I'd never had a single prayer answered. Was this real? Or was there some cruel prank at play here?
"Pranks are for kids." The naked man's fingers were at the waistband of my jeans. "And I'm not a kid." There was sexual fire and something else between us ... I was too confused to say exactly what. "I really want you. Tony, I..." Our eyes connected as his skin met mine. I hadn't had another man touch me in so long I was ready to leap out of my own body.
We attacked each other's mouths. The stranger's kisses were long, deep and very intense. We held onto each other, our cocks hardening and then his fingers were unbuttoning my pants. He got to his knees, and I held my stomach in, hoping my not-so-washboard tummy wouldn't put him off in any way. I was so self conscious, but the delicious hottie in my kitchen was intent on my cock. At first he just felt it, touching it, as if with astonishment, dropping kisses here and there. I looked down, helpless with a mixture of lust and surprise. He kept stroking it, telling me how beautiful it was and I felt nothing but a fresh surge of desire seeing a beautiful guy drooling over my cock.
"I can't wait anymore," he muttered. "I have to taste you." He took the head of my cock into his mouth and I let out a scream.
"Yeeeeessss!"
He took his mouth off me again.
"Noooooo!"
He picked me up and carried me, taking me to the living room, depositing me on the floor in front of the fireplace. He took his time taking everything off me and I couldn't keep my eyes off that rigid cock, those hands or that mouth. He kissed me everywhere, letting his fingers run over my body, and I found myself thinking, thank God I use body lotion. It was like a religion with me.
His fingers teased my nipples, my balls, my cock, my toes, my lips, my cock ... on and on, back and forth. I jokingly thought to myself, he missed a spot over my left elbow, and suddenly his mouth was there. He lowered himself onto my body and we felt each other naked for the first time.
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