MEN, MUSCLE, and MAYHEM (8 page)

He went in to check on Marvin, who had settled in very quickly having put away almost all of his stuff.

“Don’t be shy. Help yourself to anything you want in the fridge, and …” Sammy stopped talking when he noticed Marvin was looking away and apparently had been crying. “Marvin, what’s wrong?” Sammy asked as he sat next to Marvin on the bed and put his arm around him.

Marvin wiped his eyes then looked up at Sammy, “I’m sorry. It has just been so hard these last few months, and I was a total dick to you while we were playing Santa and the elf, and here you go and open your home to me … I ….”

“Please, it’s my pleasure. I’m sure you would have done the same for me,” Sammy said as he rubbed Marvin’s back. “Now, don’t say anymore about it. I’m going to take a shower and go to bed. I suggest you do the same. Tomorrow, if anything is open, we’ll go and get some groceries and maybe go out for Chinese food.” Sammy stood up and winked, and Marvin smiled back. Marvin also took in Sammy’s form. Little did anyone realize that under the red fat suit was a hunk of a man, tight with muscle. He also noted how the sweats hugged his round butt as he walked away. Within minutes, Marvin heard the shower running.

Once Sammy was done and out of the bathroom, he called to Marvin to let him know that if he needed a shower, the bathroom was free.

Marvin stripped down and went into the bathroom and turned on the water. Sammy, wearing only a pair of white briefs, reappeared and startled him.

“I’m sorry, I just realized you may not be able to reach the shower head to adjust it,” Sammy said as he looked over Marvin, who although a little person around four-feet tall, had an incredible body.

“That would help,” Marvin said, “could you just detach the handheld, and I can take it from there.”

Sammy detached the handheld shower and let it hang down and stared at Marvin again.

“Excuse me for staring, but you are really built … I didn’t realize … I mean …” he stammered.

“That midgets work out?” Marvin said with a chuckle as he stepped into the shower and closed the curtain.

“Yeah,” Sammy said as he stayed put while Marvin bathed himself.

“There’s a lot you don’t know, and besides, a guy has to work out to make it in our world, or he’ll never get laid,” Marvin said with a laugh.

“I guess there is a lot I need to learn,” Sammy said as he exited the bathroom.

After a few minutes, he heard Marvin turn off the shower, and he realized he forgot to put out a towel for him. Sammy immediately jumped out of bed and called out, “I forgot to give you a towel.” He grabbed one from the linen closet, and he entered the bathroom right as Marvin opened the shower curtain.

Sammy handed him the towel and looked over Marvin’s clean wet body. As his eyes scanned down, he noticed something else about Marvin. He may have been a little person, but that was all that was little about him. He was sporting a beautiful hard-on that was at least eight inches long, maybe longer, and very thick with a mushroom head.

“Sorry, guy, I’ve been kind of horny lately. I would have polished it off in the shower, but I didn’t want to use up all your hot water.”

Sammy didn’t say a word. He just dropped to his knees and took that big dick into his mouth and started sucking as if he were starving for air and Marvin’s tool provided oxygen. Marvin didn’t stop him; he just moaned and placed his hands on Sammy’s head.

Sammy reached back and removed his underwear to free up his own hard cock, which was an inch shy of Marvin’s and not quite as thick. Once naked, he grabbed Marvin’s full balls with one hand and felt up and down his compact, muscular body with the other. The whole time, Marvin was still standing in the tub. Sammy didn’t care. His cock was heaven, and his precum tasted sweet, very sweet, and there was plenty of it. Sammy couldn’t get enough of his cock or the precum he was being fed, and Marvin was not about to stop him. Sammy felt Marvin’s balls tighten up and his cock swell even more, and he knew it wouldn’t be long. His own cock was throbbing and bobbing and leaking.

“I’m gonna come down your throat if you don’t stop,” Marvin declared. Sammy just kept at it, sucking that big thick leaking cock as if his life depended on it, and the more he sucked, the more turned on he was. “Here it comes, buddy!”

The first blast went straight back, and more and more cum filled Sammy’s mouth, and he didn’t lose a drop of the sweet cream. In fact, it was the sweetest load he ever tasted. He just kept sucking and sucking to be sure he didn’t miss a drop, and tasting that sweet load brought him over the edge with a hands-free orgasm that blasted the side of the tub. Sucking on Marvin’s dick was the greatest sexual experience he had ever had – so far.

When they were spent, Sammy lay down on the floor on his back, his dick still semi-hard, and Marvin stepped out of the tub. Sammy licked his lips.

“Damn, your cum tastes just like … like … peppermint!” Sammy said with surprise.

Marvin didn’t say a word, leaned over and kissed Sammy while he straddled his chest. The kiss was long, sloppy and deep, just the way Sammy liked it.

They broke away from each other, and Marvin had a glow about him as if he were being bathed in pink lights.

“You have been a good boy this year, Sammy,” Marvin said.

Sammy thought he may have had too much to drink at the Garage, for Marvin was transforming. While his hot body and huge dick remained the same, his dark hair grew to his shoulders, and he grew a well-groomed beard.

Sammy was frightened at first until Marvin put a reassuring hand on his chest, which emanated a warmth he never felt before. They were still naked, Sammy on his back on the bathroom floor, and Marvin straddling him. The little man then sat on Sammy’s chest, his cock resting on his sternum and pointing at his neck. His velvety balls felt so good against Sammy’s skin, they made him tingle with joy.

“Who are you?” Sammy asked.

“My last name is not Minkoff, although I am Jewish,” the now long-haired elf said. “I am Santa Claus’s twin brother, Marvin Claus. Yeah, I know Claus doesn’t sound Jewish, but our name used to be Clausenoffenberg before we changed it. The kids used to have so much trouble with Clausenoffenberg.”

“But, Santa is a symbol of Christmas … I mean Santa does not exist … I mean … Oh my God … does this mean I have to convert?”

“Sammy, my son. The Christians high-jacked us a long, long time ago. We are just part of the Diaspora, who happen to be living at the North Pole. My brother and I are angels. We operate a factory and make toys, but we don’t fly around with reindeer and jump down chimneys. That’s the made-up part.”

By now, Marvin had reached back and was stroking Sammy’s dick, which was springing back to life.

“Every year, Nick … by the way, that is Santa’s real name … and I seek out a few individuals who have come into rough times and try to bring them some joy in the season. I have watched you since you were a child, always caring about other people, sacrificing your own happiness for others. You took care of your grandmother when she became ill with Alzheimer’s and took her into your home, and you gave up your life for her. I knew your roommate didn’t move out a while ago as you said. Your grandmother stayed in that room. Your grandmother died. While she was alive, your career suffered, but you didn’t care as she was more important since she raised you after your parents died when you were a little boy,” Marvin said as he looked at Sammy, who had tears in his eyes. “You took me in when you saw where I was living even though I was so mean to you these past few weeks.”

“Was this a test?” Sammy asked as he placed his hands on Marvin’s muscular thighs.

“Actually no,” Marvin said. “You weren’t going to be my subject this season. I was actually looking out for David, the store manager, but his heart is cold and made of stone.”

“So why were you crying earlier?”

Marvin looked away for a second, but his hand stayed on Sammy’s now rock-hard dick. “Because I was so focused on David, I didn’t realize how bad things had become for you since your grandmother’s death. While you were puttering around in your bedroom and I was unpacking my things, I sneaked a look at your checkbook. You have only eight dollars to your name.”

Sammy turned away in shame, but Marvin reached up with his free hand and turned his face toward him. “Sammy, you have nothing to be ashamed of. I have spent three thousand years looking for someone like you to join Nick and me as we seek out those needing help and understanding. If you let me ‘join with you,’ you will be able to join us and become ‘one of the just,’ who gets to pick ‘the chosen’.”

Sammy looked confused. “What do you mean join with me then join with you? Will I become like you? Like a vampire, the undead?”

Marvin laughed, and his whole body shook like a bowl of gefilte fish in jellied broth.

“What is so funny?”

“Sammy, you read too many horror novels. No, you will not live forever. You will live a regular life, but that life will be far from normal, as you will have a purpose and you will spread
simchas
and
nachas
to those who need it,” Marvin said with a twinkle in his eyes. “So, shall we join in this purpose?”

“Sure,” Sammy answered without hesitation.

Marvin then slid down Sammy’s body until he was between his legs. He then lifted Sammy’s legs until they rested on his shoulders.

“Aren’t you going to use some lube?” Sammy asked as he attempted to reach into the vanity.

“No need, my cock will provide enough eggnog to make this very pleasurable,” Marvin said with a wink, and he aimed his recharged dick, which he stroked a few times to coat with the copious amounts of precum that was leaking from it, and aimed it at Sammy’s hole.

“Wait … what am I doing? I’m not a bottom!” Sammy exclaimed.

“You are now,” Marvin said and drove his big cock in to the root without hesitation.

Sammy, who had braced himself for the pain, felt no pain, only bliss as Marvin proceeded to hump him for points. It only took a few minutes for them to come in unison, and it was the second hands-free orgasm of the night for Sammy. He shot so far that he hit his own face, and as he licked his lips, he marveled at how his own cum now tasted like … like … peppermint!

THE EDGE OF OBSESSION

I had waited a long time for this.

David had been the object of my affections for years, several years. I first saw his profile on Bigmuscle right after I joined up. I don’t know why I became obsessed with him. Maybe it was the fact that he would tease me; say he would call; sometimes call; say he would go out with me; had dinner with me once; say he meant to call me.

We would run into each other on the street, and he would give me that “I could eat you for dinner look.” He would tell me he would call. I would tell him I erased his number from my phone because I had given up on him. He would smile, wink, then promise to call. A month or two later, he would. Then nothing.

This went on for almost a decade. I don’t know why. In that time, I dated other guys, got plenty of action, but I continued to obsess over David. It wasn’t like he was something all that special. He was cute – very cute – a prematurely-gray haired Italian who was five-four if he was an inch, compact with just the right amount of muscle, and a smile that would melt your heart, or at least mine.

He was the opposite of me. I stood one foot taller, still had more black than gray hair, hardly compact but muscular nonetheless. David, you wanted to squeeze and cuddle. Me? Well, I had been described as intimidating, imposing, pushy, loud, etc. I am not the guy you want to squeeze. I am the guy you want to fuck. I am also the guy you want to throw you down and fuck you into the next zip code.

The problem is I am not really any of those things. I look like those things, but I am just a big, furry, Italian Teddy bear. And, this was the problem. David was probably scared of what would happen if he did end up in the bedroom with me. Little did he know.

# # # # #

I am still trying to figure out how it happened. As I said, it had been over a decade of trying. I remember running into him at a Pride festival in Annapolis of all places. We had our usual flirty chat, then he went on his way while I continued to staff our booth. Around five, or was it six, what does it matter? We were breaking down when he walked up to me and told me that his friend who drove him there left with a trick and would I be able to drive him back to town. I no longer lived in the city, so I told him I could drive him to my home and put him on the Metro from there. You see I drove my 1953 Willys Aero that day, and I didn’t want to drive it into the city on a Saturday night.

Off we went.

We talked a bunch of nonsense in the car, and for once, I didn’t flirt or even intimate that I wanted him to come inside. He offered to help me bring all the booth decorations into my house, and I didn’t refuse.

Once we were done, I offered to walk him the two blocks to the Metro, and he said he would rather just hang out a bit. I said that was cool, but after standing in the heat for nine hours, I needed a shower, so I gave him the remote and walked back to the bathroom to shower.

I was facing the showerhead, rinsing the last of the soap from my face when I felt a hand on my waist that moved to my stomach, then down to my crotch and another hand reach between my legs and grab my balls. Needless to say I was hard in an instant.

After a decade of waiting, I was also ready to shoot in an instant, so I turned around quickly. He had that smile on his face that always got me. I grabbed the soap and proceeded to lather him up all over. Then I rinsed him off. We never said a word.

I handed him a towel, and we dried ourselves off in silence. Then, I led him into the bedroom. I picked him up and placed him on his back on the bed. I then straddled him, reached down beside the bed and grabbed four restraints, and before he know it, he was bound at all four corners.

I expected him to fight me off, but he had a look of trust in his eyes.

I bent down, brushed my lips over his and whispered, “You trust me. I can tell. Just relax. I am going to give you pleasure like you never had before.” I then softly kissed him and gently let him have my tongue. He was extremely receptive, and when I ran my hand down that sexy torso, I found a nice hard cock waiting for me.