Date: Wed, 31 Jan 2001 17:46:45 +1100
From: AJAY <mindmelded@hotmail.com>
Subject: Stevie's Lover

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Finally it was the time of reckoning. Stevie had been waiting to meet this
guy for weeks and now the big day was here and he stood before the dude who
had consumed all up his waking thoughts. This was the first time he had met
this guy, but his reputation had preceded him, and Stevie wanted to make a
good impression. His name was George Fragopolous, the Greek God of
Vengeance, and in that moment Stephen saw why his friends called him that.
The adrenaline was pumping through his body as their eyes made contact.
Suddenly Stephen felt lost in the pools of hazel that stared at him. In his
mind, he undressed the dream-god before him and marvelled at the sight he
envisioned. He was taller than Stephen, about 183 centimetres tall, or 6
foot, with a well-proportioned body but not stocky or had an ounce of body
fat on it. His chest was smooth and his abdominal were well defined. He had
a treasure trail that crept from his belly button down into his groin that
bulged with hidden power. His biceps were also sculptured as were his
calves and thigh, not to mention that well-round ass. This dark-haired
hazel-eyed angel lit up the room with his smile and he was here with
Stevie. Life was beautiful.

Stephen might have been nervous standing with the Greek God of Vengeance
but he had Adam here to make sure that everyone played by the rules and no
one got hurt. Though the moment George had looked into his eyes, everything
became a blur. He remembered both of them dancing around, and each trying
to gain control of the dance. He remembered feeling George's hands all over
him, with each contact rocking the foundations of his soul. He recalled
hitting the floor under George's contact and staring up into hung package,
noticing the sparse trail that led from his George's navel to the top of
his red boxer briefs that showed just above the hem of his pants. He
swooned at the sight and Stevie's dick was once again getting hard. He felt
the hands of his dream god on him once more. It was more than he could
handle, and then all too soon it was over.

Shortly after Stevie was sitting in Adam's office, recovering from his
recent ordeal with the Greek God of Vengeance, ready for the debriefing.

"Okay Stevie, what happened out there today?" asked Adam with a worried
look. "You shouldn't have had any problem with George, yet it seemed like
he had a spell over you, or something."

"He did." Replied Stevie, looking over the desk at his friend and
confidante. "You're not going to believe me if I told you."

"Let me be the judge of my own reactions. Tell me."

"It all happened in the change rooms before the final confrontation out
there. I had just stripped off to my jock and was adjusting my box, when
George walked into the rooms. He came right over to me and ask me if I
wanted a hand adjusting my protector. I was sort of taken back by that
because it's not the kind of thing a guy asks you in the change rooms. I
mumbled that I would be fine but I think my hesitation gave the game away.

Next thing I know is he's stripping off all his clothes right beside me. I'd
sat down on the bench to put all my gear back in my bag. He calls my name
and I look up and there he is right in front of me, in just a pair of red
boxer briefs. He asks me if I like what I see and I said 'hell, yeah!'
before I realised what I said. He tells me 'Sure you do', and he stands so
close to me that he almost poked my eye out with the bulge that was
steadily growing in his briefs.

I knew I shouldn't be looking but I couldn't take my eyes off that huge
meat he had packed. My eyes travelled up his body, taking in that treasure
trail of hair that led the top of his red boxer briefs up to his navel. His
chest was smooth and his abdominal were well defined and his sculptured
biceps bulged as he reached down and fondled his package. Then I looked
into his hazel eyes, and saw his smiling face and I was smitten by this
vision standing there. It was like all my wet dreams finally coming true.
My boner was struggling to get out of my box when, next thing I knew, he
reached down and took my hand and placed it over his own bulging boxer
briefs. He actually wanted me to feel him up there in the change room.

I pulled away from him then, and asked him what the fuck he thought he was
doing? He just smiled and said to remember how his boner felt each time I
looked into his eyes. Thankfully at that moment some others from his group
came into the rooms and he moved away from me, and got changed with them.
It really shook me, because I actually enjoyed the feel even though I'd
always swore never to do something like that. The worst part was that later
on when I looked into his eyes as we stood in front of each other, all I
could see was him hovering above me with a boner and me wanting to see him
hard and naked and sucking him off. Its like he was reading my mind with
those eyes of his."

"He was just psyching you out, Stevie, and he did a good job of it, too."
Said Stevie's karate coach. "You should have been able to handle him
easily, and he knew that. Sounds like either someone told him you were gay,
or he is gay himself and he picked up on your signals and interest and used
it to his advantage. I wouldn't worry about it too much though."

"You're the only one who knows I'm gay around here. So you haven't been
spreading any rumours around have you?"

"Now if I started to tell everyone that you were gay, then I'd have to
start fighting off all your suitors, because I want to keep you all to
myself." Adam said with a wink. "We need to find you a guy so you're not
distracted by every dude that lets you have a free feel. That way the next
pretty face won't distract you from what you're really out there for."

"Yeah right. So you're not upset with me for losing the tournament?"

"Don't be silly. You know that contesting isn't about winners and losers,
it's about being a winner within yourself. You're all that I care about,
not some piece of tin on a mantle."

"Thanks, Sensei. I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have you to talk to
and to help me keep my head on straight."

"Only straight thing about you Stevie, is the hardon you get when you see
George, so you better go do something about that."

"You making an offer, coach?"

"Your hormones must be on overdrive today, and if you don't get out of my
sight and hit the showers, I just might be tempted to take care of you here
myself."

"Promises, promises."

"Besides I have another bout to referee in a few minutes, so will I catch
you later tonight?" asked Adam.

"Nah, I'm on the early morning shift, and Burger King waits for no one. So
I'm going to catch some sleep before work. I wouldn't want to get to work
late and have Aaron finally get his wish of being at work first. I'd never
hear the end of it. So you'll have to take care of yourself without me.
Thanks anyway, coach." smirked Stevie.

"Okay stud. Try not to leave too much of a mess in the showers, okay?"

Shower-time was always the best time after a contest, especially when
you're eliminated from the rounds and everyone else is still competing. Of
course, you always had to have a debriefing with the coach before you could
go shower, but that was good too, especially when you coach was such a good
friend too. When everyone else is around, it is heaven and hell having
naked bodies standing under the showers engaged in numerous conversations,
and trying not to eyeball them and get caught doing it. You always had to
make sure not to stare too long at any one person and keep your gaze
shifting constantly around the room to avoid suspicion in case someone
noticed. Now that Stevie had the showers to himself, he could enjoy the
time alone immersed in his own thoughts. His hands roamed over his lithe
taut body and his thoughts roamed back to those visions of George.

When Stevie felt an orgasm begin to build in his balls, he realized that if
he didn't get his mind off that Greek God, he was going to shoot a wad
right here in the showers. Suddenly the thrill of masturbating in a public
place where anyone could walk in on him at any time didn't matter. All he
could think about as the feel of those red boxer briefs as they expanded in
his hand, and those hazel eyes staring down at him, smiling as he moved his
hand up and down that now hard member.

"Oh yes, Steven, do it for me. Make me shoot a load." He imagined the voice
saying as he worked that meat.

He looked into those piercing pools of hazel and dived deep into their
crystalline depths. Engulfed by their beauty, those eyes suddenly
transformed and coalesced into the eyes of Stevie's manager, Aaron. As the
water cascaded over Steven's body, his mind was lost in the desire of
having Aaron standing over him while he fondled that hardness.

"Man, I can't believe you are doing this." Said Aaron's voice between
groans of desire. "I've always wanted you to do this for me, Stevie."

Stevie looked up into those hazel eyes as pulled down those red boxer
briefs and started stroking the cock of the man of his dreams and obviously
enjoying it. Aaron was getting off on this as much as Stevie, and that was
all the encouragement Stevie needed. Aaron was only one year older than
Steven and his dark brown, styled hair shock with the pleasure he was
receiving. Steven continued jerking that cock with one hand while his other
played over that smooth-skinned beauty's pubes and stomach. Faster those
hands worked while Aaron's hips thrust backwards and forwards, trying to
maximise the stimulation he was getting from his friend.

"Oh Stevie, I'm going to cum, man. I'm gonna shoot. Ahhhhhhhhh..."

Steven's seven inches of pulsing prick enlarged and then shot out load
after load of creamy white jism all over the shower walls. He was barely
able to stay on his feet as his dick brought him to the biggest climax he
had felt in a long time. Once he came down from that high, he mover the
showerhead across to wash away the evidence of his enjoyment. In that
moment he realised how much he really loved the young manager of the Burger
King restaurant, and in several hours he would be working beside the man of
his dreams once more. With the thoughts of that jerkoff fresh in his mind,
he wondered how he was ever going to stop boning up in Aaron's presence.
Only time will tell.

To be continued?