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Power Surge

By: RisiaSkye



I guess I didn't know what I needed to set me free. When it finally came, it wasn't really like being forced, or made to give in to his desires. In fact, the whole night was more like living out a dream; it was strange, a little scary, and always threatening to come apart, exposing itself either as false or worse, as real and inescapable. But, it was the most difficult sexual adventure we've ever taken together, and I think it's what allows our marriage to work, as strange as that sounds.

I know this needs some explanation. I have a habit of starting in the middle, always forgetting to give the details, the backstory, what my uncle the reporter would call "the fucking human interest." Perhaps it's simplest to start with an understatement. I have a hard time trusting men. It's getting better, but back when Mike and I started talking about getting married, all men still made me nervous. Worse, that included Mike, despite the eight years we'd already spent together. 

Part of me just wanted barriers, and I found myself looking for excuses to be critical, even mean to him. I'd pick at him over little things, or question him about where he was when we weren't together. Every time he seemed too happy, I was sure he'd been with someone else. If was unhappy, I was sure it was about me. It was ridiculous, and it made me feel awful, because I knew that I wasn't the person I wanted to be, that my extreme reactions weren't even normal, and that scared me even more than the possibility that he'd fulfill my worst expectations.

I was deeply in love with him, but that didn't help. I was scared all the time that he'd do or say something horrible and unforgivable, that he'd hit me or cheat, that he'd leave. I know how this must sound. I know I sound neurotic, even crazy. And maybe I was, then. More than maybe, even.

Needless to say, my inability to trust took a toll on our relationship, especially in the bedroom. During those early years, the sex we had, while sometimes a little exotic, didn't really satisfy me. Thinking back on it now, I doubt that it really satisfied him. He tried, though. He was always patient, tried to be understanding. He knew that sex hadn't been exciting or fulfilling for me, and he tried to compensate with love, romance, patience, and kind, respectful attention to my body. Unfortunately, all of his effort just made me feel like a bigger failure; I felt inadequate, sexually undesirable. 

As long as I could remember, I had been told that sex was wrong, that only sluts wanted it, that sex made women whores. My mom was so scarred by her traumatic childhood rape that she was completely turned off to sex, and was sure that only by teaching her daughters the same could she ensure our safety and happiness. As an adult, I started to doubt her claims, but they were such a part of me that I couldn't just look past them. I wanted so badly to please him, to bring him the kind of pleasure that I was certain a real woman could, and instead I felt like the old cliche--damaged goods, return to sender.

None of this means that I didn't make any progress during our first eight years, didn't find any enjoyment in sex; I did. I slowly learned to experience the pleasure of loving his body: feeling the textures of his skin, finding the ridges and hollows of his naked length, enjoying the power and strange pride that comes from bringing another person something approaching bliss. In time, I stopped shying from his embraces, learning to take comfort in them. In fact, I came to enjoy all aspects of bringing his pleasure, relishing oral sex in particular for the rush of bringing him to orgasm, the trust it requires, the power over his most sensitive places that he willingly gave me.

My own sexual desires, however, remained a puzzling and upsetting mystery. Even as I grew to appreciate sex, my own capacity for lustful desire seemed stifled. I would get wet as I did the things I knew to pleasure him, feeling the desire for him well up within me. But, something always pushed the moment of orgasm away from me. I tried to hide that sad fact from Mike, tried to pretend that I had learned to move past the brink and let the moment spill over the dam of my fears and restraint. I don't know how well I succeeded. I made it up as I went along, having no idea how it would sound or look to cum, much less how it would feel. In time, I learned to take my cues from porn actresses. Everyone seemed to believe them; hey, they're the experts, right? That's what I had to settle for, the imitation of life..

I thought it might happen for me someday, but I didn't exactly expect it. More than anything, I wanted to be :"good" for Mike. So, I tried a lot of things. 

I bought all manner of sex toys--anything that vibrated or promised realistic sensations, I experimented with privately, trying to see if I could figure out the unsolved mystery of my body's responses. It didn't work, although I did get one hell of a friction burn once. The aggravated itching from that particular escapade made sex a little more lively if nothing else. I don't know what Mike thought was going on with me that night. 

I tried studying sex, as if every night's lovemaking was a pop quiz. I read books, watched porn movies and the soft-core Hollywood skin-flicks. I scanned the internet, the men's magazines, even bathroom stalls for helpful tips. I read the Kama Sutra, learned new positions, took up Yoga and belly dancing so I'd be able to perform all the new tricks I read about or saw. I still didn't cum, but I did get in shape and feel better about myself. Mike didn't say much about all the studying, though he certainly noticed.

After the first time I deep throated his cock, he actively encouraged me, reminding me to return videos and suggesting trips to the adult bookstore. He started reading too, a fact that I probably paid too little attention to at the time. I was completely immersed in the search for his perfect orgasm, finding a new and deeper level of satisfaction in sex, despite the fact that my own body still hadn't found completion. But for the first time, I felt like I could give him something no one else could, whether it was an exotic belly dance or an hour-long Tantric orgasm. I don't know why I never realized how shallow my search was, how much I was denying him by not trying to reach my own orgasm as well. If I'd been smarter or more insightful somehow, I might have thought about the deep pleasure, satisfaction, even pride that I got from bringing Mike pleasure. I would have realized that I still hadn't found a way to allow Mike the same joys. 

Apparently, though, he noticed plenty for us both. I know it's trite and cliche to suggest that one encounter, much less one moment, can change everything about our experience. That doesn't mean that it isn't true. One insignificant Tuesday night while we were casually making out in bed, he took my hand and pulled it down to his cock. He never said anything, just put me there, let me know what he wanted. I was always a little timid about initiating any sexual contact, afraid that I'd do something wrong, turn him off, or seem overeager and make him think less of me; I was thrilled to be relieved of that burden. 

We continued kissing, and his kisses got more forceful, pushing his tongue into my mouth, leaving me little room to do anything but suck his tongue, allow him to explore as he wished. At the same time, he reached down, and put his hand over mine, directing my attentions to his penis. When our kiss broke, I pulled back slightly, bringing my hand back up to push my long hair behind my ear. He looked me in the eye, and with a wry smile shook his head. And then we crossed a bridge into a new kind of love for both of us.

"Oh, no you don't, young lady," he said in a mocking version of his sternest voice. "Don't tease me and back away. Get over here and finish what you started." His tone was getting more serious, less gentle and more chiding. I knew he wouldn't hurt me, I felt sure that I could back away from the evolving scene, but I was still getting a little pissed. What did he think I was, his toy? 

I hesitated for a minute, not sure yet how I was going to respond to Mike's strange behavior. 

"Stacy?" He sounded concerned, but also irritated. "Stacy, you aren't listening to me."

Now also sitting, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me over him, across his lap. As I hit his lap, he smacked my ass, hard enough to sting, but not really hurt me. I was too stunned to react at first. "Stacy, I can make this so easy for you. You don't have to decide or be afraid, I can tell you what to do. Let me take the responsibility. Let me show you." He hit on my touchiest subject, whether he knew it or not. I felt cheapened by sex, always feeling guilty for my fantasies, for wanting sex. I couldn't handle feeling like I initiated it, like I was really in control, couldn't handle the emotional consequences of admitting my desire. Tears welled in my eyes, and I started to pull away from him, attempting to maneuver out of the position I was in, haphazardly pulled across his outstretched legs.

"Don't you like to touch me?" He sounded wounded. "Don't you want me?"

I did, even if I couldn't face it. He seemed to know this, although I couldn't answer him. My mind was reeling, and I didn't know what to do, how to fix the emotional mess I had created.

But he didn't let me retreat, instead pushing his arm under my stomach and flipping me over onto my back. I sprawled on the bed ungracefully, but he didn't give me a chance to move before he was over me, holding himself up on his hands as he hovered above me, his body stretched out and completely covering mine. He used his strength to keep from crushing me, at the same time that his weight and size kept me in place. When he looked in my eyes, his gaze was gentle, even though his words were hard. "If you want me to love you, why won't you let me?" Oh God, how that hurt. I felt tears well up in my eyes, but they made me angry more than anything. The tears and hurt were real, but I also heard the truth in what he said. I held something back from him, kept him from seeing me in pleasure, fully living the moment our bodies touched.

But my bittersweet love for him had withdrawn in me. I was hiding deep within myself. All I was conscious of feeling was deeply pissed off.

"Goddamn you, Mike!" I started to struggle against his weight, trying to throw him off balance and wriggle away. I guess I expected him to let me. "Fuck you, you sonofabitch." I was panting now, my struggles rendered all but useless when he grabbed my hands and held them over my head, still pinning me under his body. This just made me struggle harder; I was determined to get away from the manipulative shit. I think I was, anyway.

The bastard just smirked at me, watching my futile struggles against his far superior size and strength.

Now I was furious.

Still watching my face, he pulled himself up onto one locked arm. A one armed push-up, like I was just floor beneath him--silent background, trivial detail. With the other big paw, he held both of my wrists without even showing the strain, if there was any. I want to believe there was.

"Get OFF of me, you sick fuck." Sweat started to form at my temples, and for some reason I was very conscious of it. Suddenly, I was very conscious of my body in general. His weight on me seemed enormous, unmovable. My wrists strained against his makeshift lock on me. It should have hurt, the friction alone should have been sending warning signals to my brain.

Instead, I felt my nipples getting hard. And I mean, I really felt it happening, a series of tiny explosions just beneath the skin of my breast, and I'd become a superconductor--just a relay of messages, exchanges of signals deep within, so powerful that they left my skin tingling in their wake. Electric current ran down my spine, sparking a fire every inch of the way down to my toes. The liquid warmth in my panties barely registered in my brain. 

But my bodily response clearly registered on Mike. His smile grew wider and a harder look came into his eyes for the first time. "Kinky one, aren't you?" The lousy prick was mocking me, laughing at my body's responses. I wanted blood. He says he was giving me a chance to back out, but I only saw that the situation had gotten really weird really fast and Mike wouldn't let it go without winning. It never occurred to me to wonder what in the hell winning meant, at this point is was all-out struggle, and I only knew that I wasn't backing down. Screw the bastard.

Holding himself up, he pushed the weight of his body down onto me, concentrated his force at the point of my pinned wrists. Using this, I used my stomach muscles to struggle at the shoulders, gaining a slight bit of leverage. "Thank God for all those aerobics classes," I thought, randomly. His grip slipped only marginally, then tightened down harder, pinching the delicate skin of my inner forearm and wrist. In the brief scuffle, my nightgown slipped around my right side. When Mike pressed down harder, regaining the firmly held advantage, much of the satin was trapped beneath me, stretching the left side past its breaking point and breaking the flimsy spaghetti strap. 

"I tried to make it easy on you, babe. But you want it hard, don't you?"

Our eyes locked. It sounded like a challenge, and even I know that I'm very competitive, but the implications of my response stunned even me. "You have no idea." I glared at him, waiting for him to make the next move. Suddenly, this had become my game, and he didn't move. It was up to me.

So, I fought.

I struggled against his weight again, surprising strength surging through me. While I was in pretty good shape, his size alone was more than I could surpass, and we both knew it. He barely registered a strain, though sweat slicked his body, running down his arm and dissolving on my own damp skin.

As I thrashed uselessly, he made one Herculean pull, repinning my wrists barely above me head, gaining a further leverage advantage. The new position freed his other hand for movement, and he immediately grabbed for my left thigh. I saw what he was after, but did little to stop it.

He yanked at the bunched material of my satin nightgown, pulling and ripping it to the waist, exposing my cotton panties. "Now, what's this? You're no innocent little girl. These will have to GO." At the last word, he slipped his hand under the leg band, ripping them across the middle. I felt the elastic dig into my skin as he pulled, but the cool air on my flesh felt indescribably wonderful, and my exposed pussy thrummed with electric desire.

He moved to press his body between my legs, and I put up only a token show of resistance. But as he slid his body up, seeking to invade my slick folds with his throbbing erection, I tightened my thighs around him. He could get close enough to tease me with the head of his cock, but full penetration was impossible unless I relented. His frustration was palpable, but he made no overt moves of force. Instead, he seized the opportunity to tease me, forcing me to concentrate on holding him despite my clit's increasingly desperate desire for stimulation. 

My thighs were growing tired, numb from overuse, shaking with exertion. I felt myself beginning to relax, and Mike pressed his advantage. He seized the moment to resume his thrusting mission, finally finding my center. Our bodies slid across each other, path smoothed by our freely flowing sweat. The abrupt thrust that let his cock enter me also brought his hips up and somewhat under me, raising my stretched thighs to around his waist. The hand holding my wrists tugged, and my stiffened arms pulled me up slightly. The slightly different angle changed everything, giving me more room to move. I was too far gone to really notice.

As his questing dick brushed my cervix, finally striking home, our bodies completed the circuit. I threw my deadened arms around his back as that first full thrust sent a cycle of current from clit to cunt to cervix, reversing to return through his purple head and painfully engorged member. My whole body shook with the power of release, convulsions of ecstatic awakening. I have no idea how I looked or sounded. I didn't care then, and I haven't cared since.

Though his brain might not have, Mike's body knew the real thing. My inner walls contracted and released, milking his seed from him whether he was ready for it or not. The power of my first orgasm demanded his body's response. As I started to glide down from the peak, I felt his body tense as he thundered his own incoherent sounds of orgasm. He swelled within me, and my overstimulated body went with him in sympathetic reply. His cock exploded within me as he came, pulling me with him into my second true orgasm, a sweeter and more lingering glow that reached every part of me, leaving a gentle electric hum in its wake.

Before he could collapse, Mike hugged me to his chest, rolling onto his back to avoid crushing me under his unsupported weight. As his back hit the damp sheets, his arms settled onto me in an embrace of love and comfort, the same Mike I'd always known and loved. I clung to him, now stretched atop his fallen form. One hand came up to stroke my hair and he whispered, "I love you. I love you. I love you, " in a chanting rhythm.

I clung to him all the tighter as tears sprang to my eyes. My body's overload surprised me, its method shocked me, and I was at a loss for words. He continued to hold me and stroke my hair as I cried out my pain, all the years of repressed desires and unfulfilled expectations, the fear of judgment in the aftermath. 

When the tears began to dry, leaving me with the hiccuping after effects, I tried to explain. "Mike, I...god...I"

He tightened the arm around my back, crushing me to him. "It's okay. I don't have to understand everything, and neither do you. We love each other right?"

My mind was still reeling with unanswered questions and unformulated explanations. "Yeah, I guess but..."

"Then there's always tomorrow."

I giggled a bit at this, the sentimentality of the statement so completely failed to fit what we'd just experienced.

"Hey, smartass. What are you laughing at?" His strong voice and self-mocking response to my laughter aroused me in a new way, with a newly and wonderfully complicated love.

"Nothing, baby. I'm just picturing tomorrow."

Power Surge



Henry 'Rocky' King lived two doors down from me. We had 'bumped' into one another at least three times a day for a year, coming and going mostly from our jobs. We had never actually had more than a casual conversation as we passed each other in the hall or shared a ride in the elevator. 

Henry, or Rocky as he preferred, was older than me by about 15 years but was in better shape than most guys my age. He had spent a few years in the military and was also a former boxer. He joked once that his nickname Rocky didn't come from Stallone's character but rather from the flying squirrel in those Bullwinkle cartoons. When I asked him for details, he laughed and said something are better not talked about. 

Rocky was a good looking man. Not that I looked at men in that way, but he was a solidly-built black man with one of those smiles that disarmed you immediately. As good looking as he was, I was sure Rocky had his fill of all the tail he wanted but oddly never saw any woman ever come or go from his apartment. 

It was his life, his business and I didn't obsess about it. I did think it a little odd, but we're all a little odd. Aren't we?

As far as a social life, especially one with the ladies, was concerned, I certainly had no place to talk. I was in my fifth month of a very dry, almost arid, dry spell. Sadly my social life lately consisted solely of me, some Kleenex, and some baby lotion. 

I was also spending time looking at porn on the Internet. I entertained myself by chatting in chat rooms with anonymous strangers and jerking off to dirty talk and dirty thoughts. I was also starting to frequent the local adult bookstore. Not your ordinary seedy bookstore with jack-off booths in the back, this was a well lit store on the main drag of town. The clientèle was diverse, consisting of all races and all demographics, including frustrated housewives and drunk girls shopping for bachelorette party supplies. Except for the night of a huge rainstorm a month or so ago you hardly ever saw anybody walking around the store in raincoats. 

The store carried magazines, DVD's and a huge assortment of toys. And an assortment of huge toys. 

Originally I wasn't interested in the toy section. I was lonely and frustrated but I wasn't desperate enough to want to start shoving things in my ass. Never say never though. Right?

I was interested, however, in Candy's huge selection of movies and although I had a rental card, I started to buy more and more titles. 

Despite the fact that the pretty black girl at the counter always smiled at me, I worried that she was judging me. I tried to tell myself that there were so many other people coming in and out on a daily basis I was sure to blend in with the crowd. I was just buying movies and was positive, at least what I convinced myself I was, that it was her freakier customers who she remembered and was sure to laugh at with her friends. 

After a while, my sexual tastes began to vary. I was becoming bored with just the regular girl on guy-guy in girl stuff. Pretty soon I started to wander through Candy's Toy Chest and browse those shelves and small rooms that I had never even thought about venturing into. 

Some of the titles of the movies on the shelves cracked me up and some of the artwork on the cover boxes turned me off immediately. The fetish section was a little scary. I'm not into pee or whips and chains. I guess I was still a little normal. Other movies though grabbed my attention and I was surprised to feel the reactions I felt. Sometimes, I guess, your cock has a mind of its own. Sometimes your cock has a better idea of what turns you on than your brain does. 

It wasn't too long before I was renting a few titles that a year ago I would have bet you a million dollars I would never even touch, much less watch, much less buy. Now here I was, standing in the BI/GAY section of my local adult bookstore and toy store, looking at photos of huge cocks and tight asses and getting a funny little butterflies-in-my-tummy sort of stirring in my body. 

I started slow by selecting movies which featured threesomes, mostly two guys and one girl. 

As time went on, though, I found myself fast-forwarding through the scenes with the girl and stopping on the scenes in which the two men turned their attention to each other. I would pump my cock slowly as I watched them strip. There was something about their hard, naked bodies which made my cock growl. I found the variety of body types and body color, cock size and shape and thickness intriguing. 

I would lick my lips as they sucked those leaking mushroom heads past their lips and into their hungry mouths. I would even finger my own hole as they slid themselves into the man on all fours in front of them. 

Porn is porn. It's not about the story. It's about the sex and the sex I was watching was hotter than anything I had ever seen before. 

Eventually I chose movies in which there were no girls at all and started renting, and buying, gay movies. In no time I had quite the little collection of varied, but extremely erotic, gay porn. 

The story lines and actors varied. Some of the movies featured young men doing it for the first time. I'm sure they weren't really virgins but I let myself disappear into the fantasy. Some of the movies featured older men and younger men. My favorite movie though, and the one I seemed to playing almost daily, as I sat in my favorite leather chair with my baby lotion covered cock in hand, featured a pretty white boy and an older black man. 

There was hardly any body hair on the younger man's slender frame. His blonde hair was almost to his shoulders and shaggy. He had a pretty mouth and big green eyes. His ass was almost too perfect. It was pale white, a stark comparison to the rest of his tanned surfer boy body. It was almost girlish in a way. His cock was long and slender. 

The other actor in the movie, playing the character of a football coach, was a black man who looked to be in his early forties. He was a thick, dark-skinned man who looked like he spent a great deal of time in the gym. His arms and legs were hard and muscled. His hair was shaved close to his head and he had a goatee. He reminded me a little of the actor who played Apollo Creed in the ROCKY movies. 

Who was that? Damn. It had been so long since I had rented just a run-of-the-mill regular, not gay porn movie that I was beginning to forget stupid facts like that.

The actor playing Coach Jefferson in my favorite gay porn had a monster between his legs. I didn't think it was possible to have a cock like that without a license or some sort of support.

What's the old expression? A baby's arm holding an apple?

Yeah. Well, Coach Jefferson had a big juicy apple on the end of his thick and heavily-veined shaft and blondie apparently loved apple. 

Watching the older man seduce the younger man into first sucking his monster cock and then taking it between his tender cheeks and then past his little pink pucker was incredibly hot. 

I didn't know what it was about that movie that made me so hard or cum buckets but I didn't care to analyze it. Then one night it hit me. 

I was laid back in my chair, feet on the ottoman, naked from the waist down, stroking my hard, slick cock coated with baby lotion as the black man pounded the boy on all fours in front of him on a locker room bench. His pendulous balls spanked the boy's white ass. The contrast of the two skin colors was stunning and very erotic. The boy squealed and cried. The coach's hard cock slammed into him, occasionally slowing, teasing that well-stretched hole until the boy begged for more and pleaded "Don't Stop!"

The coach was all too happy to oblige.

As I watched and stroked, biting my lip, the image of me being fucked by a hard black cock flashed in my mind. I closed my eyes, shutting off the image on my plasma tv, but my dirty thoughts continued.

Then another image entered into the movie I was playing in my head. It wasn't just some anonymous black cock that was taking my cherry. It was Rocky's. I'm not sure where that came from or why my subconscious chose that precise moment to fuck with my brain and cock. 

I didn't sleep well that night. There were just too many images swimming around in my head. I tossed and turned all night long. 

It was that week that I made my most daring purchase from Candy's to date. And before you get images of rubber or silicone baseballs bats painted to look like 'realistic' cocks, available in white or black and complete with balls and thick veins, I didn't get one of those. I was looking for some self-pleasure. I was looking to break up concrete. 

In the end, sorry for the pun, I bought myself a little toy, a plug, actually. Okay. Fine. I'll say it. I bought myself a butt plug. It was pink and ribbed and made of silicone. It was about 6 inches long and had a little base, which as it turned out, featured a suction cup in case you wanted to mount, pardon the pun, your toy to a shower wall or a friend's head, I guess.

I also bought some lube and the next time I watched my favorite movie I greased up my new little friend and slid it inside me. It took a little while. I'm was glad to see it was going to take some time and effort to convince my virgin ass to allow the intrusion. 

I couldn't believe the sensations I experienced as I pushed the slick little plug inside me. My dick got hard almost instantly. I laid a towel onto my chair and eased myself down, forcing the pink toy inside me to the hilt. When I turned the vibrator control on I swear I almost passed out. I saw stars and I came buckets. Needless to say my new toy became part of what was becoming an almost daily routine. 

About a week later I ran into Rocky in the hall. His arms full of groceries and he was trying to get his keys out of his pocket. I ran down to him at his end of the hall and asked if I could help, if I could take one the bags out of his hands so he could fish his keys out of his work pants. 

He said he had a grip on the 4 bags and that if I tried to pull one out, they were all gonna tumble onto the floor. He then suggested I reach into his pocket and grab his keys. 

My face flushed and my stomach fluttered a little. I tried to suggest something else and he said he was about to lose everything. He told me he had several bottles of wine that he spent way too much for and he would hate to see them crash to the floor. 

I got on my knees in front of him, noticing how he towered over me at the moment and reached my hand into his right pants pocket. It was a tight squeeze and I couldn't help but slide my hand along his thick, muscular thigh. I finally felt the ring of his key-chain and slid a fingertip through it. 

I also felt something else. Something stirring along the length of Rocky's thigh. His cock. Like some enormous anaconda stirring from sleep it began to move against my hand slightly. 

I quickly pulled my hand out of his pocket, unlocked his door, threw his keys onto the kitchen counter and bolted out the door, my face flushed. I jerked off a few minutes later, imagining myself, on my knees once again, in front of Rocky. I wasn't looking for keys this time. I was sucking his huge, black cock. Nursing it like a baby nurses its bottle. 

I climaxed into the toilet and collapsed on the bathroom floor.

What the Hell was wrong with me?

I was crushing on him...fantasizing about him...like some love-sick high school girl.

Later that day, as dark storm clouds loomed overhead, there was a knock on my door. I was wearing sloppy sweat pants, a little too tight on me nowadays, probably, and a tank top. When I answered the door I was surprised, and happy, to see Rocky standing there. 

"Hello neighbor," he said with that million dollar smile. 

I fumbled with my words, there was my inner teen girl again, but somehow managed to invite him inside. 

"Listen, Man, I wanted to thank you for helping me out earlier."

I laughed and told him there was no need. I was just being neighborly. 

"Hey. I was brought up proper," he said, "When someone does something nice for you, you say thank you."

He extended his strong hand and I took it in mine, my knees weakening, and shook it. 

"I'd like to return the favor," he said, flashing that smile. 

I wasn't sure, but it also looked like he gave me a quick once over. There was flirting in the man's eyes and I had to convince myself that it wasn't just my overactive imagination. 

"What did you have in mind," I asked, my voice shaking. 

"You like MMA?" he asked.

I must have had a look on my face because he continued before I could answer. 

"Mixed martial arts? Like Ultimate Fighting?"

"Oh. Yeah," I squeaked, trying desperately to suppress my love-sick inner teen girl and muster some machismo, "I've seen a few matches."

"Well," he continued, once again his eyes traveling over my body, "There's a great card on tonight. I've got a 52" Plasma tv and some cold beer. I figured we could order some pizzas from Frankie's and spend a few hours watching guys beat the shit outta each other."

Oh my GOD. Rocky just asked me out on a date! 

"Sounds awesome," I said, my body shaking just a little, "What time?"

"The matches start at 8, but you can come over anytime after 7. I've got some stuff to do before then."

Overhead thunder crashed and for a split second my apartment froze in the bright white of a flash of lightning. 

My brain restarted and I said thanks for the invite. Rocky left and I stood in the same spot for about a full minute before I was able to move. 

Rain began to crash against the windows outside. I looked at the clock. It was 6:26 P.M. 

I went into my bedroom and started to pick out what I was going to wear. I kicked myself for acting like such a chick but something in me wanted to look nice for Rocky. 

I knew I hadn't imagined him letting his eyes travel slowly over my body. 

"Was Rocky gay," I wondered. Shit. "Was I?"

I decided on some jeans, a little tighter than they needed be, and a polo. 

I headed into the shower. As the hot water pounded against my body, my hand traveled to my cock and I gave myself a few soapy strokes. 

I stepped out of the shower, dried myself, and pumped some cologne into my hand. I chose a pair of blue and white striped cotton bikini briefs. They stretched across my taut buttocks and hugged my package nicely. I looked at my reflection in the mirror over my dresser. I turned and glanced back over my shoulder. I looked at my butt and thought that it looked as good as those I had seen in my movies. 

I was thinking things I had never before thought and I was scared about what the night might bring.

I dressed and checked myself in the hall mirror. It was 7:22. It was now or never. 

I left my apartment, locked the door and headed down the hall to Rocky's apartment. I waited a second before knocking and breathed in slow and deep. Right before my knuckles made contact the door swung open. Rocky stood there smiling and he said as he escorted me inside, 

"Heard you coming, buddy. Come on in. Come on in. Welcome to Casa de Rocky."

Rocky was wearing a pair of loose-fitting gym shorts and a tank top and little white athletic socks. I was way over-dressed. 

He looked good. The tank top hugged his tight, powerful body and showed off his muscles. The shorts were loose but not so loose that I couldn't see the shape of his toned ass. 

I was looking at another man's ass. 

SERIOUSLY. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME?

SOMEBODY! PLEASE!

He placed a hand on my shoulder and led me into his living room. Rocky's apartment was very clean and actually well decorated. For a single man. 

"Maybe too clean and too well decorated," a little voice in my head whispered. 

'Have a seat man, either one you want," he commanded as he head into the kitchen, adding "Ready for a cold one?"

Either one referred to the two large reclining leather chairs that sat in front of his entertainment center. They were like thrones. Over-stuffed and very inviting. I chose the one on the right. 

"A cold one would be great. Thanks."

I gave the apartment a quick once-over. It was clean and organized and immaculately decorated with little nick-nacks but I didn't see one photo of a girlfriend or wife or children. There was one photo, in a glass frame, of an older woman I assumed was Rocky's mother. 

"That's it! Rocky was gay," I assured myself, "Okay," I continued, "So now what? What does that mean? What does that mean for you?"

I had no idea.

"I guess I should have told you I was dressed causal. Sorry, Man. When I watch MMA, I like to be comfortable. Makes me miss my fighting days, I guess."

"It's cool, Man. It's your place. A king can do what he wants in his own castle."

"I want you to be comfortable. Don't get me wrong. You look great Man."

Again I caught his eyes traveling down my body and then back up again. Awkward.

"Thanks," I said blushing. 

"Kick off your shoes and stay a while."

I did as my host suggested.

Rocky came back into the living room and handed me a frosty beer in a dark brown bottle. 

"Only the best for my neighbors," he said as he clinked his bottle against mine, "Cheers!"

"Cheers! And thanks again for the invite."

Outside the storm that had been crashing into the building for over an hour now, intensified and the power flickered a few times.

Rocky seemed oblivious to the hurricane outside, "I took the liberty of ordering the pizza and some bread sticks. Hope you don't mind?"

Rocky was establishing himself as the Alpha Male and so far I didn't seem to mind. 

"Not at all," I said, sipping my beer, my eyes never leaving his. 

"Mushroom and onion," he said with the hint of a question in his voice. 

"Perfect," I said. Although at the moment, all I could think of was sausage. His. 

We shot the shit for a few minutes as pre-fight interviews were conducted, the sound muted, in front of us on the huge high-def screen.

We talked about jobs and life and people we liked or didn't like in the building. 

There was a thunderous crash and a huge flash of lightning and then there was nothing. Everything went dark in an instant. The power went out as the storm reached new levels. The wind howled like a banshee outside and raindrops flew into the windows like bullets. 

"Shit," was all Rocky could say.

"Think it will come back on?" I asked. 

"Probably not for awhile. It's bad out there. I just didn't think it would get this bad. Well, there go the matches. Shit."

Rocky stood up and I heard his voice off in the corner of the room.

"It's cool. We can hang for a bit and see what happens," I said. 

"THAT'S THE SPIRIT, my Man," he shouted from somewhere in the dark, "I like that attitude. Fuck it! You're right. Let's just chill and see what happens."

The storm continued to crash and slam into the building. From the sound of drawers opening and closing, I could tell Rocky was in the kitchen rustling for something. At some point he found a flashlight and turned it on. He shone the light in my eyes and asked, "You okay? Wanna another beer while the fridge is still cold?"

"Sure," I said, "Might as well."

"Might as well," he mimicked, "I like that. You are one cool dude. So laid back. Yessir. I like that a lot," he said as he handed me a beer. 

Rocky left the living room and went towards the back of his apartment. I caught myself staring at his ass when the room lit up with a flash of lightning. He returned a few minutes later holding the flashlight and several candles, one of which was lit. 

He put the lit candle on the kitchen counter.

"Might as well save the flashlight for when we really need it.'

We were a we now I noticed. 

He placed several other candles in strategic places around his apartment and lit them. Within minutes the entire apartment was bathed in an orange glow and the scent of vanilla. I guessed one of the candles had been scented. 




Power Surge



"I love vanilla," he said as he fussed around in the shadows.

I choked on some beer, swallowed, and asked, "What did you say?"

"Vanilla. I love the smell of vanilla candles. Don't you?"

"Uhhh...yeah. I love it too."

Nerves had gotten the best of me and I was being stupid. I hoped Rocky didn't pick up on it. 

There was a knock on the door. 

"Hope you're okay with dinner by candlelight?' he asked as he opened the door with his wallet in hand. 

"Sure. Very romantic," I joked and then realized how stupid that must have sounded. How gay and how stupid. If Rocky wasn't gay he was probably thinking at this point that I was.

He paid the delivery boy and closed the door. The pizza smelled great. He put it on the coffee table and went into the kitchen for plates and napkins. 

He returned with the supplies as well as two more beers and some red pepper flakes. We fixed our plates and clinked our beers in a toast to Mother Nature. 

Three pieces of pizza into dinner, as the storm raged on, I complimented Rocky on his choice for dinner and offered to pay for at least half. He wouldn't hear it and added that he had invited me for dinner and fights. We agreed to agree on that point and enjoyed more pizza and guy talk. 

As our stomach filled, Rocky leaned back into the soft leather of his recliner and asked me, "So tell me, Kyle. Are you gay?"

I nearly choked and spat out a piece of pizza into a napkin.

"WHAT?" I asked.

"It's a simple question, Buddy. Are you gay?"

I couldn't speak.

"I mean," he continued, "It's not like there's any gray areas, you either are...or you're not. Do you like men?"

"Uhhh.....," was all I could manage at first and then I caught my breath, "NO. I'm not gay. Why do you ask?"

"Just thought I would ask. Let's just say it was a hunch I had. Makes no never mind to me if you aren't," he paused and leaned forward, his eyes locking onto mine, "...or if...you are."

"Are you gay, Rocky?" I asked boldly. 

"Yes, Kyle. I am."

"Oh."

"Surprised?" he asked leaning in just a little bit more.

"Uhhh...no. I mean...I'll admit you don't..That is to say....You..."

Please someone just shoot me. 

Rocky bellowed a laugh and said in between breaths, "It's cool, Little Brother. It's all good. I know what you're saying. Yes. I am gay. There. The cat is out of the closet."

That broke the tension and we both laughed. 

Thunder and lighting exploded outside. 

"Why did you ask if I was gay? Do I-"

"Look gay?," he interrupted, "No My Man, you don't look gay. Then he paused, looked into my eyes smiling again and asked, "Do I?"

"No. I mean. Fuck!"

We both laughed again. 

"So," he started, "You've never been with a man?"

"No."

"Never fooled around with a friend in high school? You know. A hand-job between friends during a sleepover? A blow-job in the shower?"

"GOD no," I snapped back. 

I wasn't about to tell him that during my Sophomore year in high school, my best friend and I had found a box of magazines behind a gas station. Most of the magazines were gay men's magazines and were filled with photo after photo of cocks and asses and balls and men doing things to one another. 

In a moment of clumsy teen experimentation we had sucked each other's cocks and jerked off one another in the shower. 

I wasn't about to tell Rocky that but something told me he already knew. 

"It's cool. It's cool. I'm not judging."

"Why did you ask then?" I said a little more forcibly. 

Rocky sat on the edge of his recliner, his arms resting on his knees and smiling said, "I'm just curious is all. You see. I'm trying to figure out why a guy who says he isn't gay, who says he doesn't think about men...that way...and who has never so much as jerked his best friend's cock in high school or middle school or whenever the Fuck. I'm trying to figure out why a guy like that-a good looking white guy I might add-would buy himself a whole collection of movies that feature men sucking and fucking one another."

"OH MY GOD!!" my brain screamed.

He continued, "Or why a straight guy would buy himself a butt plug."

My face went white. 

Rocky knew. He knew I was buying gay porn. He knew and he had probably imagined me sitting there in my favorite chair, jerking my white cock to my favorite movie. Red-faced, sweaty, and cumming as I pictured him sliding his monster cock inside me. 

"How did you know? I asked in a barely audible tone.

"My cousin Tanita works at The Toy Chest. She noticed you here one day, in the hallway, as we walked past each other. She remembered you from the store and how I have a thing for pretty white boys. She thought you were gay and thought I should introduce myself and see where it went from there."

All I could manage was, "Pretty white boys? You think I'm-"

"Very cute. Handsome. And yes. In some ways you are very pretty. And I am attracted to you."

I must have made a face.

"Don't worry. I don't think of you as a girl. I'm not imagining you in panties and little dresses. If that's your thing, though, I can roll..."

I was stunned. 

"No. It's not my thing. I don't wear girl's clothes. Never have."

"Are you attracted to me, Kyle?"

He was reading me like a book. There was no way I could lie to him.

"Yes," I whispered, my eyes never leaving his. 

"Well now. I appreciate the honesty. I know that wasn't easy for you to say."

"Actually easier than I thought it would be."

"I knew a while back."

I looked at him, a little hurt.

"That is to say I had my suspicions a while back but knew for sure when you reached into my pants pocket for my apartment keys. No straight man would do that, Baby," he reached out and ran his fingertips through my hair, "and I knew right then and there. It's why my cock twitched a little."

I swallowed hard. 

"You felt it didn't, you? You felt my cock move, responding to your touch?"

"Yes."

"And what did you feel when you knew you were touching my cock?'

"I liked it. So much in fact that-"

"You went home and thought about it and jerked off."

It wasn't a question and I didn't need to answer. All he need do was look in my eyes which were telling him "Yes. Yes I did."

"And did you slide your little toy inside you," he said with a glint in his eyes, "slide it in all the way and then sit down on it. Feeling it fill you up. All the while pretending it was a real cock. That a man was fucking your hot little white ass?"

"Yessssss."

"Did you imagine it was my cock, Kyle?"

"Yessss," I said licking my lips and dripping sweat, "Yes. I imagined it was your cock inside me as I pumped my cock."

"So where do we go from here?" he asked, flashing that goddamn million dollar smile. 

"I dunno," I answered. Although there was a list of things of things I had been dreaming about. 

Rocky stood and I saw that his cock was waking. His loose gym shorts were tented but I knew he hadn't grown to his full length. I licked my lips. My heart raced. 

"Come here. Come to me."

I stood and walked, legs wobbly, to him.

When I was right in front of him, he placed his strong hands on my hips and pulled me to him. My mouth met his and we kissed. Fingers slid down to my ass and he cupped my cheeks as his tongue slipped past my lips and into my mouth. 

I gasped. 

I sucked his tongue as if it were his cock and his moans and firmer grip onto my ass told me he approved. 

We kissed for an eternity before he pulled away and told me to undress. 

I obeyed the Alpha Male before me and pulled my polo over my head, tossing it to somewhere in the shadows. I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down, stepped out of them and kicked them aside. 

I was now standing before a handsome man I had been fantasizing about for weeks now in just little cotton bikini briefs. His cock was obliviously hard and my was not only stirring, but it was also leaking a steady stream of pre-cum.

"Damn. You have a nice body, Kyle. Very nice."

He kissed my neck and then took each hard nipple into his mouth. He flicked his tongue on them and sucked on them gently. 

His tongue then went back to my neck and he nibbled on an ear lobe. He kissed my ear and whispered, "I'm going to take your cherry tonight. Make you mine. You can leave if you want, and there will be no hard feelings. We'll never speak of this again. But I know you want to stay. So tell me. Tell me, Kyle. Tell me that what I'm doing is okay and that you want to continue. I want to make love to you, but I don't want to force you. You have to want this as badly as I do."

I answered by grabbing his cock through his cock and squeezing it. I kissed his lips hard and told him, "Yes. Yes, please. Make me yours."

A black fingertip circled my left nipple and traced down along the trail of almost invisible blonde hair to my navel. Then it went further. My cock twitched. He stepped closer and his hands slipped into the waistband of my underwear. He slid them down slowly, teasing me as his fingertips brushed against my skin, lowering his body has he did. Finally he slid the thin underpants over each foot and tossed the little bundle away. 

And there he knelt before me, my fantasy man, my cock twitching just inches from his face.

I closed my eyes, bracing myself on his broad shoulders, as he kissed my cock. His thick lips pressed into my velvety mushroom head and he kissed it long and slow. Then he pulled away and licked away the glaze of pre-cum that was forming. 

I gasped. 

Then Rocky slid his lips over the end of my throbbing cock and slid himself forward. His hands were now on my ass, spreading my white cheeks apart. Cool air tickled my hot little pucker. I spread my stance a little, letting him know there was nothing he couldn't with me...to me.

He sucked my cock into his throat, coating it with spit as he slid along its length. His fingers slid in deeper and brushed against my virgin hole. I moaned and my fingers held his head tight, pulling him onto my cock. Rocky had obliviously sucked a cock or two in his day, and the combination of his extremely talented mouth and his hands massaging my ass were making me purr like a kitten. 

Rocky pulled back, threatening to pull all the way off, but at the last moment pushed forward again and swallowed me whole. He repeated this motion for the next few minutes. He was driving me insane and I felt myself change with every second that past.

He finally pulled off my cock and took my balls into his mouth. He bathed them gently, sucking and kissing them for a minute or two before returning to my spasming cock. It didn't take too much longer. Especially when his index finger slipped past my sphincter. I squealed like a girl and shot my load into his mouth. 

He held me tight, sucking every drop down his throat. My whole body shuddered and I called out, TO whoever would listen that I had just received the best blow job I had ever experienced. Luckily the thunder outside was louder. 

Rocky pulled himself off my softening cock and stood. He looked into my eyes and kissed me with thick lips glazed with my own cum. His tongue slid into my mouth once again and I tasted my own semen. I kissed and sucked and cleaned him, not caring anymore what was gay or who was gay or what happened from that point on. 

Then Rocky said, "It's your turn, Baby Boy. Take my cock and show me what it is you've dreaming about. Show me what you've learned from all those movies you've been watching."

He didn't need to ask twice. I got on my knees and slid his gym shorts down as I did. The scent of his man-sex hit me and I got lightheaded. His cock was snaking its way out of his thin nylon briefs and I thought it best to release it before it ripped through the material.

I slipped shaking fingertips into his waistband and pulled down his briefs. His cock fell out and at first lurched upwards, but its own weight pulled it down and it swung like a black hammer between his legs and almost to his knees. 

I marveled at the feel of it as I gripped it with both hands. It was smooth and hard like steel. It looked to be carved from marble and from the weight of it, it could have been. Thick veins wrapped themselves around the thick purple-black shaft like grapevine. The head was as big as half of a ripe apple and leaking clear liquid by the quarts. 

I leaned forward and flicked my tongue into his slit and lapped at the milky substance, feeling the salty tang. I swallowed and went back for more, smiling like the kid who gets to lick the cake batter off a spoon.

I capped the large pinkish head with my lips, slowly dragging them across the sandpaper surface. I blew gently and sucked tenderly. I must have been doing something right because Rocky was breathing in deep and I heard an occasional "yesssssss" escape from his lips. 

His fingers slid through my hair and slowly, patiently, he pulled me closer towards him, my mouth sliding along his cock. I choked a few times and he stopped, allowing me to adjust and open myself to him.

He called me 'Baby Boy' and told me I was doing 'such a good job.'

I found myself wanting to please him. My left hand traveled to his heavy balls and cupped them. I marveled at their size and could feel his cum churning inside, boiling and aching for release. 

I bobbed on a quarter of Rocky's cock. That quarter being just a bit smaller than my own. Pulling off and pushing forward. I tried to imagine all the scenes I had watched over and over again. I did my best to channel the men in my dirty, gay movies. 

I spit on his cock and soaked it thoroughly as I milked it with my lips. 

At some point, for I no longer cared about time, Rocky pulled me off his cock and took my hand, helping me stand. 

I saw our bodies bathed in candlelight. It was an image I never wanted to forget. 

Rocky led me to the recliner I had been sitting in and had me bend over. He was in control now and I did as he requested and leaned forward. I braced myself, feet spread apart. 

Rocky knelt down once again and I felt his hands spread my tender cheeks. It wasn't fingertips this time that slipped in between my white cheeks. It was Rocky's face and before I could say anything, he flicked his tongue against my little pucker. I shouted into the stormy night. My cries once again covered by crashing thunder, knowing no one would hear me. And really who cared if someone did? I surely didn't.

Rocky pressed his tongue inside me and his lips brushed against my outer ring. His tongue pressed forward and then pulled back. He was fucking me with his tongue and my fists balled in ecstasy and clawed at the leather of the recliner.

Rocky licked and kissed my virgin for hole. His hands spread my cheeks and he pressed forward as I squirmed and squealed. He told me he had been dreaming of this moment and had jerked his hard cock thinking about eating my ass like this. 

I told him I had similar dreams. 

He asked me if I jerked off while he thought about him eating my beautiful ass and I said 'yes.' He spanked me playfully and said, 'That's my boy."

After a minute or two of loosening me up with his tongue and lips, Rocky stopped briefly, giving me a chance to catch my breath. I couldn't stop shaking. I couldn't believe the electric sensations ricocheting through my body. 

Outside it sounded like the storm was subsiding but I didn't care. I wanted Rocky to continue what he was doing. I got my wish a split second later when a slick finger slipped inside me. It twisted and turned and pumped in and out of me until it was joined by a second and then a third. 

This was nothing like my little pink toy. This was flesh and blood. And I knew I was going to be getting a lot more flesh. I had seen enough gay porn to know that Rocky was stretching me, preparing my virgin hole for his cock. I pushed out to meet his thrusting fingers. I bit my lip as he pulled at the lips of my man-pussy. He opened me wide and licked at me, coating my hungry little ring with another coat of saliva. 

Then he stopped and stood up. He took my hands once more and spun me around as he sat down in his recliner. He sat straight up, his back pressed into the distressed leather. There was sweat on his brow and in the candlelight I saw this mouth was glazed over with spit. 

He turned me so that my back was to him. I looked back at him and saw him admiring my ass. I was glad it turned him on. I wanted him to find me sexy. I couldn't resist and bent over his cock and grabbed it with both hands, bringing it to my mouth. I took his coc k head into my mouth and sucked. I made it wet and slippery as best as I could. Then I pulled off it quickly and turned back away from him.

Rocky pulled my cheeks apart as I stepped back towards him with small baby steps. I tried my best to aim myself at the large wet mushroom head he was offering to me. 

I felt it slip between my cheeks and press against my aching hole. 

Rocky's voice whispered, "Push out, Baby Boy. Let Daddy in."

I loved him being my Daddy. I loved being his Baby Boy. 

I pushed out like I was trying to shit and the head of his cock slipped inside me. I sucked all the air out of the room. Rocky paused and allowed me to get used to the monster that had just entered me. I felt my ass spasm around it. After a minute or two, as the pain subsided, I found myself sliding backwards, onto Rocky's cock.

Luckily he had done a near perfect job of stretching me and making me wet for him. 

Even though, I felt as if I would split in two. 

Rocky stuffed his cock inside me. My own cock sprang to life as he buried himself into me. I finally found myself impaled on Rocky's black beauty. He was inside me. All the way. Every bit of him was inside me and I was happier than I had ever been. My ass was on fire but the pain was slowly being taken over by other sensations. Good sensations. It was incredible. 

I could feel Rocky's pubes brush against my super-sensitive ass cheeks. I ground into him, unbelievable as it sounds, trying to feed more of him inside me. 

I felt his hands on my hips. He started to lift me off his cock and then he pulled me back down. His slick cock was soon pistoning in and out. I was moaning louder now and he was calling me things like his "pretty little white boy."

I was pounding myself onto his cock. His balls spanked up against my cheeks. My own cock was bouncing too and aching for release. 

Rocky grabbed it in one hand and pumped it. It only took a minute before I exploded all over myself and into his hand. He took his cum-coated fingers and fed them into my gaping mouth. I sucked his fingers clean. I licked at them, along the length of each finger and nursed on the tips, cleaning every bit of my own cum off of them as his monster cock slid in and out of me.

Rocky grabbed both hips now and pulled me down onto his cock with every one of my downward thrusts. He was close. I knew it. I was about to have a man cum in my ass. 

I braced myself. 

His cock spasmed and seemed to grow thicker. 

He cried out, " OHSHIT!! HERE IT COMES, BABY BOY!!!"

And then he exploded into me, showering my insides with what seemed like 50 gallons of cum for what seemed like forever. His cock twitched and his body shook as I milked every drop out of him with my ass muscles. 

I collapsed forward and he pushed forward. His cock softened enough to slide out of me. I felt empty and wanted him back inside me. 

I wouldn't have long to wait. 

Rocky took my hand and turned me, laying me back onto the recliner, on my back. He took my ankles and placed them on his broad shoulders. He scooted forward and once again slipped inside me. 

He looked down at me, smiling. 

I was totally spent but smiled back at him. 

His cock slid all the way back in and I bit my lip. I put the tip of my index finger into my mouth as he started to long-dick me. Taking long, slow strokes, he would pull almost completely out of me and then push forward with a grunting thrust. This was animal sex now. 




Power Surge



He was fucking me like a girl. Our roles had been established. I would never fuck Rocky. I would be allowed to suck his cock or whatever else he desired, but I would never fuck him. He on the other hand could, and would, fuck me wherever and whenever he wanted.

Rocky changed his rhythm and started to pick up speed. I sucked my finger and stared into his eyes. His cock was now thrusting in and out of me and his balls were smacking my ass cheeks so hard it sounded like someone clapping hands. 

I was moaning now. I was purring and squirming and pushing my body to meet every one of his deep thrusts. Rocky asked me if I wanted another load and all I could do was nod 'yes.'

His cock twitched and I felt another gigantic blast coat my insides. 

Finally his cock softened and he pulled out of me. 

He fell back onto the large ottoman, spread-eagle on his back. 

I gathered my senses and walked over to him. I kissed him on the lips and then walked over to his cock. The anaconda was beginning to fall into a sleep. Although having cum twice, his cock was still semi-hard. Rocky was a machine. A black fuck machine. I wasn't going to waste the opportunity. 

I climbed on top of him and straddled him. I squatted over his cock and did my best to lift it to my dripping hole. Rocky grabbed his cock and stroked it to steel once more. I aimed for it and it slipped inside me. I felt it swell inside me and soon it filled me completely.

"You're amazing," I said, "Fucking amazing."

"No Baby Boy," he said, "You are and you like my cock inside you don't you?'

"OHFUCKYESIDO!!!" I screamed, "FUCK ME, DADDY! FUCK MY LITTLE WHITE ASS!!"

He didn't last as long the third time and his load wasn't as big, but it didn't matter. I bounced on that monster black like a kid on a ride at the state fair. 

When he came his cock softened quickly. I climbed off of him and collapsed on the floor. I must have blacked out or something because when I awoke, I was in Rocky's bed. I was wearing a large white t-shirt and nothing else. I heard rustling in the bathroom and turned to see Rocky standing in the doorway wearing nothing but a towel.

It was dark outside, but I heard thunder. Was it night time? Was it day time? I had no idea.

"I thought I killed you," he said with a laugh.

"No," I replied, "Just the opposite, actually."

"How do you mean, Baby Boy."

"I've never been more alive."

"Wait 'til you have a shower, Baby Boy. Wait 'til you have a shower and get all clean. It's amazing how good a shower can feel after great sex."

I climbed out of the bed and slipped out of the t-shirt Rocky had dressed me in. As I walked past him I grabbed the edge of the towel he wore and pulled it with me. Naked, his anaconda coming to life, Rocky followed me into the large walk-in shower. 

I turned on the water and stood under the large, rain shower head, and let the water fall onto my body. Within seconds the shower was filled with steam. Rocky stepped behind me and grabbed the soap. He lathered his hands and began to gently bathe me. 

"You're going to spoil me, you know?"

"That's what daddies do," he said, taking my hard member in his hand and pumping it as his cock slipped in between my cheeks, where it belonged now.

I pressed my back into his broad, hard chest as he wrapped his arms around me. 

He was sliding in and out of me again. It just felt so natural now. 

I closed my eyes and let my mind drift as he gently fucked me and brought me to edge. I shot onto the shower floor as he emptied himself into me. 

Outside the another storm was brewing and the lights flickered. 

"Looks like another big storm is on the way," he said as he pulled out of me. 

"Yep. I sure hope we don't lose power," I said as I turned off the water and handed him a towel. 

I walked back towards the bedroom, naked, and shaking my ass at him.

"I don't know. I'm kinda hoping we do."

The End