Jared arrived home from his daily workout around nine o’clock at night and tossed his gym bag in the corner by the TV. He smelled of chlorine from his 40 laps in the pool and longed for a nice, warm shower to melt under. Most men would have just taken that relaxing shower right there at the gym, but not Jared. He had his reasons. Shuffling through his one-bedroom apartment, Jared peeled off his clothes and threw them on the bed. In the bathroom, he stood for a moment in front of the full-length mirror and examined himself. His blonde hair was still wet from the swim and looked almost brown under the lights. He brushed some strands out of his face and ran his hands over his smooth pectorals, enjoying that tight feeling he got in his chest after a good workout. Every night, he would first workout in the weight room and then swim his laps. He didn’t work out like those guys who dream of being bodybuilders, though; he didn’t want to get all bulked up. He just wanted good tone and solid features. And Jared’s body was the very model of tone and definition. He rubbed his flat belly and patted it. Then he flexed his arms out, stretching them forward and then up over his head. Intertwining his fingers behind his head, he looked himself over and was pleased with the overall shape and texture of things. With the exception of pubic hair and a light amount under his arms, his body was virtually, and quite naturally, hairless. And even the pubic hair and the hair under his arms was so light in color, it almost looked as though puberty had passed him by. He turned himself sideways and glanced at his profile. His ass was smooth and round and protruded nicely over his taut thighs and bulging calves. He flexed his cheeks and then rubbed at them with his hands, smacking both sides in self-appreciation. Then sliding his hands over his hips, he teased his penis to erection and studied that profile with less admiration. He pushed down on the hardened shaft so that it stuck straight out and studied it more intently. He tried to see something more, something that wasn’t really there. Absently, he thought about the man he saw taking a shower as he had walked through the showers to get to the pool that evening. The man was busy rinsing his face and never saw him, so he managed to take a good, long look without pretending not to. Jared recalled how the suds and water rolled down over this guy’s member as it hung there lazily, swaying from side to side as he moved his hips under the shower. It was so thick…so long…so flaccid. He imagined what that must feel like, to have something with such girth and length dangling between his own legs like that. The tingling that shot up between his legs brought Jared out of his stupor and he realized that he was about to jerk himself off and spray all over the sink. He eased his hand off his stick and watched it bob and twitch as if trying to call him back to finish the job. The sight of that man’s penis dangling there, dribbling suds, kept flashing through his mind and he tried to drown it out. Jared’s erection eased enough for him to take a pee and then he hopped in the shower. Images of the man in the shower, and other men he had seen there from day to day at the gym, kept flashing in his mind as he cleaned himself. But when Jared would look down to see the suds washing over his own privates, all he could feel was a sense of envy. His shower was spotted with various moments of erection that he went out of his way to ignore, though he knew at some point before he slept that evening, he would jerk off. And even though he would fantasize of naked girls doing everything possible, he knew he would only reach a climax when someone with a large dick entered the picture. After he had toweled off and slipped into a clean pair of sweats and a t-shirt, Jared went out to his living room and sat in his only chair, a recliner, and flipped on the TV. He sat there surfing from station to station, completely relaxed and feeling further twinges between his legs. He had just slid his hand down his sweats to rub at his crotch when the phone rang. “Hello?” “I thought you were gonna call me earlier,” the voice on the other end complained. It was his girlfriend, Sarah. She had plans. “I’m sorry,” he explained. “I just forgot. I had to get my workout in and…” “Why do you have to do that so late?” she interrupted. “You were supposed to call me this afternoon.” “It’s not as crowded at night,” Jared told her. He had told her this before, but he couldn’t really explain it much further than that. He told her he stood a better chance of getting an open lane in the pool at night, but that wasn’t true. He couldn’t tell her it was because there were fewer guys in the locker room at that time. Then he’d have to explain in more detail. But that was out of the question. “But you know why I wanted you to call early,” she said in a more whining voice, now, less angry and more disappointed. “I wanted you to skip the gym tonight. I wanted to be your workout.” Of course, Jared knew that. He hadn’t really forgotten to call her. It was on his mind most of the day. It wasn’t until after he was swimming laps at the pool that he had forgotten about her and what she wanted out of him. “I’m sorry,” he apologized again. “I’ll remember next time.” “The night is still young,” she reasoned. “I can still come over.” Sarah forgave him easily, even though this wasn’t the first time he had tried to dodge her attempts at having sex with him. They’d been going together for nearly six months and the closest they had ever gotten to sex was when she let him reach in and fondle her bare breasts. She knew that Jared was good-looking and well built and had had girls pining over him all his life. She had even talked with some of his past girlfriends and they all seemed to say the same thing: no sex. She wanted him more than anything and was willing to give him whatever he wanted to take. “I’m too tired,” he sighed. “I’m about ready to fall asleep.” “Don’t you want me?” she asked. “Of course I do,” he said. He thought about the beauty of her breasts and the eagerness of her kisses and the way she always tried to crawl all over him and how she let his hands touch her wherever he pleased without resistance. She was cute and intelligent and was willing to do anything for him. Her proportions were perfectly to his liking. All his friends, and even his parents, thought they made a great couple. He did want her. “But I just can’t do it tonight,” he explained. “My body is thrashed. My eyes are half-shut right now.” He said this as he stared at the TV, still massaging his crotch absently. “Maybe this weekend…” And the moment the words left his lips, he regretted saying them. “You promise?” she perked up. “This weekend, for sure?” “Uh…yeah.” He wasn’t sure at all. “This weekend. I promise.” Something would come up by then, he thought. She went on confirming that they would really have sex that weekend and he kept on reassuring her that he would do it. As she was pondering their weekend together, Jared flipped through a few channels and stopped when he saw the image of some guy’s bare ass in a jock strap. Apparently, he thought, the movie channel must be having a free preview. It was a locker room scene and when the bare ass turned, it revealed a healthy bulge that caused Jared’s erection to return. “…and I just want to feel you deep inside of me,” Sarah was purring in his ear. “Uh huh…” Jared responded as her talk started to get dirtier. Perhaps she was hoping to turn him on enough to change his mind and invite her over that night. Jared listened to her voice but stared at the bulging crotches walking around the locker room on TV. “I’m gonna wrap my hands around your big shaft and stroke and stroke,” she said in a low whisper. Jared’s shaft was fully extended underneath his sweats and he rubbed at it while straining to see glimpses of swaying cocks in the shower scene. Sarah was convinced that Jared had an extremely large cock and was just shy about it. He had even told jokes and made comments over the course of their relationship that suggested that she was correct. He liked having her think that way of him. Jared’s shaft was fully extended underneath his sweats and he rubbed at it while straining to see glimpses of cock in the shower scene. “And I’ll get down on my knees and kiss it all over,” she promised. “I can just picture it, now…so long and hard.” And then Jared caught sight of one of the men in the background of the scene bending over and he saw two, bull-like testicles hanging low, though not as low as the head of a very healthy penis. It only appeared for a spilt-second, but Jared imagined what the rest of it must look like…like what Sarah was describing in his ear. “After I get it all lubed up with my mouth, you can turn me over and slide it in so deep it makes me shiver…and then fuck me like a dog until I scream for mercy!” Jared was breathing in and out deeply and his dick still twitched after the shower scene was over. He continued to rub himself through the material, eager to get off the phone so he could lie on the bed and stroke himself and get those images out of his head. “I’ll bet you’ve got a raging hard-on right now, huh?” Sarah said. Jared paused for a moment, realizing he was breathing a bit too heavily into the phone. “Yeah,” he said. “That monster probably ripped a hole right through your jeans just thinking about what I’m gonna do with it,” she guessed. Jared glanced down at the small, tented area of his crotch and the undisturbed elastic waistband of his sweats. Images of the man at the gym rinsing his body and rubbing at his flaccid, soapy cock flashed through his mind again, followed by the man on TV bending over in the shower. He imagined what their erections must look like as his own danced below the fabric. “I’d better go,” he said abruptly. Sarah took this abruptness to mean that she had gotten him too horny. “Maybe I could come over real quick and help you out?” she suggested. “Uh…no, no. Not tonight.” “Stay on the line,” she purred. “If I can’t come over tonight, then at least let me get you off over the phone.” They had never done that before, but she was hot, too. On the other end of the line, Sarah had her hand down her panties and was stroking herself with fantasies of Jared’s massive member deep inside her, pumping away. “I…I can’t,” he said. “It’s just too weird right now.” But he wasn’t exactly talking about her phone skills. “I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?” “Mmm…okay,” she answered. Sarah was having trouble holding her phone, at that point, anyway. “Just tell me…tell me…how big is your cock? I want to dream about it tonight.” The relentless images of men in showers fueled Jared’s response. “Just imagine…well…you have a ruler, right?” “Yeah?” she said, waiting eagerly. “Well, all I can say is that it doesn’t go past the 12-inch mark.” He said this in a way that suggested that his rod came very close to that mark. Sarah moaned and called him a tease and confessed for the first time since they met that she had always preferred the bigger boys. “I wish you were here to fuck me right now,” she added. “Gotta go,” he said, leaving her hanging with that thought. Sarah moaned some more and complained about how cruel he was and they exchanged a few more suggestive words before the conversation finally ended. At that point, Jared had to get up and walk around to try and clear his head. His erection had ebbed and he walked to the fridge and got a drink of cold water and stared into the glass trying to think straight. The ringing of the doorbell pulled him from his thoughts and halfway to the door, he paused. He had lots of friends, but wasn’t expecting any of them on a work night. He wondered if maybe it was Sarah. Maybe she had been calling from nearby on a cell phone. A sudden panic gripped him. He crept the remainder of the way to the door and carefully looked through the peephole. Jared breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it was just some confused-looking pizza guy trying to read a piece of paper in his hand. He opened the door and asked the guy if he was lost. “Probably,” the pizza guy sighed with disgust. He was a kid just out of high school who stood around 5’7”, the same height as Jared. He had short brown hair and blue eyes and had a face that made him look younger than his 19 years suggested. “Are these the Condor apartments?” the kid asked. “No,” Jared answered. “These are the Western Estates.” The kid scratched at his head and muttered, “Damn.” Jared tucked his hands under his arms as a gust of cool air hit him and chuckled at this poor kid’s frustration. “This is the third place I’ve been and I have no clue where these apartments are,” he griped. “I’ve never even heard of the Condors,” Jared shrugged. The kid waved the piece of paper in his hand. “Fuck,” he growled. “They’re gonna fire me if I keep screwing these up.” “Don’t know what to tell you,” Jared said with another shrug. “Hey, would you mind if I used your phone to call this customer? Maybe they can give me directions.” Jared looked him over a bit and he seemed like the harmless, lanky sort so he agreed to let him in. The kid thanked him and Jared directed him to the phone sitting on the armrest of the recliner. Shutting the door behind him, Jared watched the pizza kid punch numbers on the phone and a sudden flash of nervousness hit him as he realized that the TV was still on the free movie channel. The thought of another shower scene coming on sent him into a quick panic and he went over as casually as he could manage to change the channel. “I’ve just got to…uh…set my VCR,” Jared explained to him as he stood in front of the TV to block the screen. Then he bent down and fumbled with the buttons on his VCR as though he were actually doing something other than changing the channel. He was too lost in his own sense of embarrassment to hear the voice behind him say anything like, “Yeah, I’m here,” or “Give me about ten minutes.” It wasn’t until Jared noticed a silence behind him that he thought to stop playing with his VCR buttons and see what the kid was doing. But there was no time left for standing or turning or seeing. A damp cloth was thrust suddenly into Jared’s face and the hand behind it clamped down firmly over his nose and mouth. Another arm grabbed him around the chest, just under his arms, and pulled him backwards to the floor. Two legs wrapped around Jared’s waist. Lost in shock, Jared inhaled the fumes on the cloth deeply before he could even try to think what was happening to him. The pizza kid was like a clinging parasite on his back as they rolled on the floor. A second inhalation of the fumes sent Jared flailing as he realized it was chloroform, but by that point, it was already too late. Jared’s eyesight went hazy and his head started to spin. His struggle to get the parasite off his back was in vain, despite the obvious muscle advantage. He couldn’t stop breathing in the fumes. In no time, the struggle was over and Jared’s world went black. This story is continued in several parts under the S/M category… Comments & correspondence to: littleboiblu4u@yahoo.com Story submitted March 9, 2002
