Tangled - Part 9

"Good." He replied with a broad grin. "Because you ain't seen nothing yet."

I had to admire his self-control. He could easily have jumped up and grabbed me, but he lay there, propped on one elbow and just watched me, a small smile playing on his lips. However, I did notice that the bulge in his crotch had doubled in size.
"Go on." He said huskily. "Go shower. You standing there like that is giving me a massive hormone rush." He shifted his legs and adjusted his crotch with one hand. I smiled.

“Yep, I can certainly see that!” I said.
I really couldn't wait to see what he was hiding under those jeans.
“Go and shower already!” He growled.

I showered, brushed my teeth and dressed while he watched, never taking his eyes off me for a second.

When I was ready, we left my apartment and walked the four blocks down to his. When we arrived, he unlocked the door and we went in. His apartment was spacious, well planned and comfortably furnished, with a very masculine decor. I loved it. He led me upstairs. I sat on the bed as he in turn, casually undressed. He stripped off his shirt and I got another look at his magnificent hairy chest. A broad path of body hair ran down over his abdominal muscles and his stomach and disappeared under the waistband of his jeans, which he now unfastened and let drop. He hooked his thumbs under the elastic of his shorts and slipped them down his thighs and off his feet.

He straightened up and there he stood, naked in front of me. I gasped and my head spun with the pure animal beauty of the man. His broad chest, covered in dark-blond hair, his narrow waist, the flat abdominals and his very dense, dark blond pubic bush. His long lean, well shaped, tanned legs covered in a lush dusting of golden hair. He was right – he was incredibly hairy and I loved it. My eyes flew unbidden to his genitals.

His balls hung low and heavy between his legs and his cock, a good five inches in its limp state, was magnificent. Smooth and clean-cut, with ropes of thick veins, the head; a pinkish mauve, the opening in the tip; large and pouting. It was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I was glad to see that he was cut, like me. Not that I don't mind the little hoodie. Danny has one, but I find a clean cut cock so much more attractive.

"Well?" He asked softly.
I stared at him, a stunning specimen of manhood.
"You’re . . " I couldn't find the right word.
"What?" He asked.
" . . breathtaking!" I finished lamely.

He smiled. "Thank-you, so are you!"
He turned and headed for the bathroom.
"Wait!" I shouted breathlessly. He stopped and faced me again.

I stood up and moved towards him.
"I want to . . " I hesitated as I stopped in front of him.
"What?" He asked puzzled.
"I want to smell you." I finished softly, a little embarrassed.
"You're kidding, right?" He laughed.
"No, I love the scent of you and I want to smell you before you wash it all away." I smiled uncertainly.

He laughed again. "But I'm all sweaty." He said and glanced down at his crotch. “And rather messy!”
"I don't care." I replied as I stepped closer to him. I put my hands on his shoulders and laid my face against his chest.

His chest hair tickled my cheek. I inhaled the pure essence of him, the musky smell of his maleness, it made my head spin. I turned my face into his chest and inhaled again. His full blown manly scent, with the subtle undertone of his cologne invaded my entire being and my senses whirled. My knees buckled as my cock went rigid in an instant. He caught my arms in a firm grip before I could sink to the floor. He gently sat me down on the bed and stepped back, his crotch now level and very close to my face. I noticed that he was semi-erect and growing and I caught the clean scent of his semen.

He took another step back and said huskily.
"That has got to be the most erotic thing ever. What a turn on!"
I smiled up at him unable to speak.

"I think a really cold shower is in order." He said.
I nodded mutely. His cock was now a good deal harder. I couldn't take my eyes off him. He nodded and went into the shower. I noticed the dressing on his back. It seemed like centuries had passed since I'd put it there, but I realized with surprise, it had only been two nights ago.

I fell onto my back on the bed and shut my eyes. God, I thought, the sex is going to be explosive. I lay there, catching my breath while he showered and I felt my erection subside.
I was still lying there when he came out of the shower.
"What's that?" he asked.
I sat up. "What?" I asked, puzzled.

"There on the front of your jeans." He said, smiled knowingly and pointed at my crotch.
I looked down to see a wet stain slowly spreading across the fabric.
"Oh damn!" I exclaimed. I looked up at him and grinned. "That is the result of the effect you have on me. I drip like a leaky faucet when I get turned on, whenever I'm too close to you. These past weeks it's been positively embarrassing." I replied.
"You're quite the gusher then, aren't you?"

I laughed. "To quote you, 'you ain't seen nothing yet!'"
"Can't wait!" He came back with a leer.
As he started to dress, I saw that the dressing on his burn had come undone. I rose and went to him.
“Wait, Lee.” I said. “Let me sort out your dressing.”

He turned his back to me meekly and I gently peeled back the dressing. The wound under it was clean and had started to dry out.
“I think we'd better leave it open now.” I said. “It needs to dry out.”
“Thanks.” He whispered huskily and turned to face me. His cock was semi-erect again.
“Just the feel of you touching me does things to me that I've never felt before.” He said softly. “That’s why I didn’t want you to take care of the burn on my back. I didn’t think I could handle it.”

I nodded dumbly, unable to speak because of my own arousal.
“I think I'd . . uh . . I'd better get dressed.” He whispered.
Later downstairs, he made a phone call while I wandered around his apartment. I roamed from room to room soaking up the ambiance, which spoke volumes about the man who lived there. I heard Lee finish his call and went through to him. He put his arms around me and pulled me close.

"Hmm." He sighed. "I love the feel of you. You're so . . comfortable."
"Comfortable?" I queried.
"Yes, comfortable. You fit against me so well, like you were made for me."

I had never been happier. He stepped back.
"Now, I have an appointment which I really must keep. I want you to come with me. Okay?" He smiled.
"Okay." I replied.
"Good. Let's go then."

He led me to the apartment block underground garage where his car was parked. It was an old red Ford Mustang. Just right for him, I couldn't picture him in anything else. As I was getting into the car, I saw a motorcycle parked against the back wall.
"That’s such a cool motorbike!" I exclaimed. "Who does it belong . . !"

I stopped and quickly got out of the car and went over to the bike to take a closer look.

It was all black and chrome with red flames painted on the sides of the petrol tank. Perched on the seat was a full face helmet with a tinted visor. It was also black with red flames on the sides. I recognized the bike and the helmet immediately. I turned to Lee, who was standing by the car, his hands in his pockets, a small smile on his lips. I went up to him.
“Who does that bike belong to?” I asked softly.

He said nothing. Then he lifted his hand and slowly pointed at his own chest.
"It’s yours?” I asked and he nodded.
“That was you?" I said. "That night on the beach, that was you?"

He nodded and grinned sheepishly. "I was on my way home when I saw you walking down the street." He said. "You looked exactly how I felt. Miserable! On impulse, I stopped. I wanted to be with you desperately, if only for a short time. I knew I could never hope to be with you because of Danny, but I just wanted . . to be with you. The best part was that I got to hold you, something I'd been longing to do. Of course, it only made things worse for me because I had a taste of what I thought I could never have. I was wrong about that, thank God. I was just so happy to be with you and to hold you."

I reached out and stroked his cheek.
"I was so depressed because I was so in love with you and you had walked away from me. That night on the beach made me forget my misery for a while." I said. "And then you showed me that amazing thing on the sea and you recited that poem. It was so beautiful, and very romantic. It's funny, but it felt as if I'd known you for years. Later, it puzzled me a little as to why you never took your helmet off the entire time we were together."

"I wanted to, God how I wanted to. In fact, at one point, I lifted the visor and I undid the strap." He said. "I could smell your hair and oh God, it was so wonderful and I wanted to take the helmet off and make love to you and it was a real battle for me to stop myself. So much so, that I bit my lip until it bled. I recited that poem because I so wanted it to be true and for a brief minute I really believed it.

Then you quoted the lyrics from that song and I cried quietly because I did lie awake and cry at night. And when you spoke about the color of my eyes, it tore me apart. When you called me 'a distant acquaintance', it made me feel so sad because I longed to be more than that and I suddenly realized that I was treading on dangerous ground and how close I was to destroying Danny. I was just not prepared to poach you from him, that's not my style. That’s why I had to take you back right then. I was so afraid that I might lose control."
I moved into him and hugged him close. He kissed me.

“I saw you again, you know. You were in the street outside my apartment one night.” I said. “I ran down to see you but you were gone.”
“Which night was that?” He asked.
“Two nights after the beach.” I replied and then frowned. “Why, were you there again?”
“Yep!” He grinned shyly. “Every night after the beach.”

“Even after that night in the rain?” I said amazed. “And after the supermarket?”
“Even then. And after Mardi Gras.” He replied with a grin. “I couldn't keep away.”
“But how did you know where I lived?” I asked.

“After I dropped you off that night when we went to the beach. I drove around the block and parked. Then I followed you home on foot because I wanted to be sure you’d be safe.” He replied.
I smiled and hugged him close.

"That night was so magical and now that I know that it was you, it's even more so." I said. "You have to do that again sometime. Only this time you can take your helmet off."
"Yeah," He smiled. "But it won't feel the same though, will it?"
I had to agree with him.

To be continued...