Helping Man

The big blonde had obviously not seen Gio's weenie. No matter, his bravado seemed to be working, the cowards looked at each other and then back to the powerfully built surfer, and took off down the path to the parking lot. They taunted and cursed at us like naughty children until they were out of sight. I heard a throaty car accelerate out of the lot into the night. The astoundingly handsome blonde kneeled next to me and felt for broken bones. He gently brushed my shoulders, moving my rotator cuffs to check for dislocation. He seemed to know first aid, probably from lifeguard training. His hands, warm and soft, continued to my belly. He felt for tenderness in my gut. Except for bruises and a big black eye, I seemed to be okay. He gently lifted me to a tree, and propped me against it. He found my pants but my shoes, shirt and underwear were nowhere to be found. I could walk, but barely, so he held me under my arm and guided me back to his old Bronco at the edge of the lot. The dude lifted me off my feet and laid me in the back of his SUV, placing a rolled blanket under my head. He drove me right to St. Vincent's Hospital emergency room, where I was cleaned up and released two hours later. He was waiting for me in the lobby. He looked like an angel.

"Are you okay? You look like shit. Well, really you look great, just a little knocked around. You couldn't look bad on your worst day! What the hell did those animals do to you? You don't have to tell me. It's a good thing I saw your car back there with the door hanging open, I knew something was wrong. Where do you want to go? I don't think you should drive tonight. Can I drive you home?"

He was sitting behind the wheel of the Bronco, his golden tanned skin glowing in the dim light from the instrument panel. His name was Charlie. He was sweet, despite his impressive physique and killer good looks. A genuine nice guy. I told him my name was Jimmy. He rattled on about his job as lifeguard at the State Park beach, and his love of the ocean. I was soothed by his deep, melodious voice. I must have dozed off. I awoke to find Charlie gently lifting me out of the car, carrying me in his arms through a small front garden to the door of his apartment. My head nestled on his shoulder and my damaged face was hidden in his neck. He smelled like sea air, refreshing and clean. He carried me over the threshold, oddly reminding me of that episode of I Love Lucy. Charlie placed me in his bed. It smelled like him. I turned my head into the pillow and inhaled.

Charlie pulled his tank top over his spiky blonde head, and I saw his splendid upper body tanned brown with dark, large nipples. He had just enough blonde hair across his chest, and it continued gleaming in golden threads down his abs. I felt my dick stirring. He took off his belt, and his clamdiggers fell to the floor. The shape of his Speedo was clearly defined against his bronzed waist and legs. There in magnificent creamy glory was an enormous dick, standing straight up into the air, suspended over large milky-white balls. His pubic hairs were pale yellow, a natural blonde! Could I fuck with this man so soon after my rape? My cock said yes, but my mind told me no. Charlie climbed quietly into bed and cradled me in his muscular arms. I heard his breathing slow down as I lay my head on his hard chest. We both fell asleep.

A few hours later, I awoke to the sound of dishes in the kitchen. Charlie came into the room, entirely nude, with a tray of sliced fruit and cold cereal. He had no inhibitions, and was correctly proud of his beautiful body. He stood before me, his soft dick still a good six inches long and as fine and white as alabaster.

"Good morning, Jimmy, although I'm sure it's not so good, huh? Have some breakfast, I'm sorry I don't have much to offer, I wasn't expecting an overnight guest last night."

Oh, but Charlie had much to offer this guest! I was swooning just to look at him, the big stunning man who saved my life and held me shivering in his arms last night. He crossed the room, placing the tray on the side of the bed that he had slept in, still warm from his body.

"The phone is on the nightstand, you might want to let your husband know you're okay."

How playful, he was joking with me already! I told him I had no husband, and was single since I broke it off with my lover Frank over a year ago. He smiled and I thought I saw his dick jump a little. I called the board president and told him what happened, that I had lost over a thousand dollars of foundation money to a rapist. He didn't care a whit about the money, but was greatly relieved when I told him about my guardian angel. I didn't know when I would be back home, but I promised to check in with them again later. I called out at work, no explanation. I decided not to call my Mom in Pennsylvania, she would only worry.

Charlie was sitting in the window, having a bowl of cereal with fruit. I thought that the choice of breakfast was perfect for him: lean, healthy and nutritious. All of those vitamins and minerals, building a strong virile body. The morning sun poured in the window, hitting his shoulders and making his chest hairs glisten. I poured myself a glass of orange juice and felt my fat lip and swollen eye. It was a real shiner! I must have looked like a monster, horribly misshapen and deformed. I was naked also, and normally I feel good about my appearance. Something dark in my unconscious made me want to cover up that morning, and I pulled the sheet up around my shoulders. Charlie felt my pain and came into the bed. He stretched out next to me and reached for my eye. I instinctively pulled back, but he persisted, and his fingers touched my wound with electricity. He leaned forward and his cheek brushed across my split lip. The sheet fell away from my body. He gently took my head in his hands and drew me into a kiss. I heard the ocean pounding the shore just outside the window, as we melted into each other's arms.

For a while there was nothing sexual, just the healing touch of a kind and generous man. Slowly though, I felt him stir. His cock was pressing on my belly as we embraced. His hands explored my body, running down my back and massaging my ass. I felt his fingers slip into the warm crease between my cheeks. Okay, maybe I'm a slut, but even after last night's ordeal I wanted to be taken by this Adonis. I wanted to give up my sex to him, to worship his incredible body.

"Jimmy, do you feel up to this? I care about you; I don't want to see you get hurt anymore. I want to fuck you so bad, I have since the moment I first saw you last night at the bar. My cock is aching to get inside you. But if you're not ready..."

I kissed him deeply, and held him close to me. I reached down and took his penis in my hand. It was hard and adamant. The colossal size of Charlie's cock scared me for a second. I was still sore and irritated from the flogging that Gio had delivered to my asshole last night! Could I take another fucking so soon, and from such a remarkable dick? Charlie reached across me to the nightstand, opened the drawer and brought out a condom. But instead of putting it on he placed it on the nightstand.