Date: Thu, 12 Jan 2017 23:53:42 -0800
From: Gingham Shade <ginghamshade@gmail.com>
Subject: Fuck me, I love you Chapter 5

Chapter 5: Brown Chicken, Brown Cow

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and any similarities are just coincidental. This is a gay romance between
adults, it's my version of a dominant/sub relationship. So if that offends
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Anderson's heart pounded into his throat as he walked towards Bradley. The
wolf's eyes burned into him, and he replayed the nights he spent touching
himself thinking about Bradley's beautiful body, what little he'd seen of
it that night in the locker room. There was an overwhelming sense that he
was about the enter the slaughterhouse, but he was pulled in by an
inexorable force. As he stepped past the brightness of the lighting stands,
Bradley pulled his hand out and splashed something onto Anderson's face.

"What the..." His trance was broken for a bit. Anderson wiped at his
face. What was it? It felt soft and greasy. Without thinking, he popped a
finger in his mouth.

"Calm down there stud, it's just baby oil." Bradley laughed, and Anderson
breathed a sigh of disappointed relief.

"We want to get that reflective glow on your skin when we take the
photos. I'm going to need to cover your body with oil.

Anderson was in complete dread and lust.

"You're going to run baby oil all over my body?"

"No. You are. I'm still trying to get the lighting setup right. I can't get
my hands oily." He had an evil grin on his face.

"But what am I going to wear?"

"Let me see," Bradley pulled at the towel and it fell off to reveal his
dirty jock on Anderson's body. He took one look and then his eyes shot over
to Anderson's face. It was a look of complete animal instinct: pure
brutality, and desire.

"I think that'll do fine," he said in a low menacing voice. Anderson
trembled. He wasn't used to Bradley talking to him like that. Bradley's
voice in the gym was all business and authority. Here it was laced with
danger.

He took a sharp breath and tried to calm his breathing.

Whatever had been in Bradley's voice passed, and the man stood up and to
adjust the lights. He came back to do some test shots from the
camera. Anderson started to slather up his body with body oil, when he
heard Bradley call to him,

"Come over here and stand in the middle so I can do some test shots of
you. It'll be easier to see out here too."

Anderson walked into the middle of the shot, freshly showered and naked
except for Bradley's dirty jock. His hands glistened with the lubrication
of baby oil.

The lightbulb of the flash snapped and blinded him for a second, and he
heard Bradley call out from the darkness:

"You're doing great, just rub that oil all over your body. I'm going to do
a few more test shots while you do."

CLICK. The camera snapped a photo with Anderson rubbing baby oil onto his
chest.

CLICK. His hands slowly slipped down the sides of his lats, one arm slung
over his head in a stretch. His hand rubbed oil up the length of his
triceps and forearms.

With each click of the camera, Anderson became less and less aware of the
blinding light. Somewhere back there he knew, was Bradley watching
him. Watching him through the camera lens, with those eyes full blood and
hunger.

His movement became slower, as his fingers began tracing each fiber of
conditioned muscle along his body. His hand caressed his neck, slathering
oil down his shoulders. Now his hands were rubbing his chest, gently
brushing his erect nipples to roll down each rocky ab. Without thinking, he
dipped his hand into the jockstrap and lubricated his swollen and wet
cock. Setting his hard erect cock straight up, he let the head come just
above the waistband.

CLICK. He could feel a bit of precum spurt out of his head, mixing in with
the shiny iridescence of baby oil on his stomach.

CLICK. He leaned down, filling both hands with oil and massaging his thick
quads and hamstrings down through his calves and feet.

CLICK. Without thinking he turned around and started working his back and
glutes, not realizing that he was exposing himself to the camera. The
lights flickered and the sound of each shot became a silent rhythm against
which he bathed himself in the oil.

CLICK

He felt two hands slick with oil grasp his ass, sending a shudder deep
within him into the floor.

"Here, let me help you get your back." Bradley's deep voice intoned, and
Anderson fell deeper into a trance. Bradley's thick muscular hands rolled
up from his ass to his neck in long deep strokes. Grasping and massaging
his shoulders, Anderson's head fell forward in ecstasy. His eyes closed and
he surrendered.

With tantalizing gentleness, Bradley massaged oil over Anderson's back,
down through the buttocks, where his hands kneaded into each ass cheek and
spread them open a bit so that he could drizzle some baby oil down
Anderson's ass. Taking his hand, he slid his hand into the fold, oiling the
valley and letting his fingers dance around Anderson's rosebud.

Anderson began to shake. Bradley's hands made his perineum wink and squirm
against the thick fingers. He wanted to press his ass against Bradley's
hand, not sure what would happen if he did. He remembered exploring with
Jack: how the softness of a tongue drove him insane. He had been petrified
of being penetrated back then. Now the thought wasn't so much an idea, but
a need. Just as he was about to lean back, Bradley's hands left his ass and
continued to apply baby oil down the back of his legs, worshipping his
feet.

"I think you're ready," Bradley said.

Anderson turned around, dazed and relaxed. He felt beautiful, something he
hadn't completely registered yet, despite the strides in his
physique. Bradley vanished into the darkness beyond the camera, wiped his
hands and turned around.

"Strike a pose."

Anderson thought about the standard musclemen poses that he'd seen in
magazines and tried his best to imitate them. Leaning forward, he flexed
his arms in front of him and looked at the camera. He tried to make one of
those come-hither faces.

Bradley started to laugh. It was a loud guffaw that shattered Anderson's
burgeoning ego and brought him to reality.

"Oh God, Son. You've never posed in front of a camera before have you?"

Anderson's face felt hot. He was hurt and a little angry.

"No. This is my first time."

Bradley saw the pain in his eyes and stepped forward into the light.

"Hey, it's ok. You look great. Everybody's got a first time."

"Am I doing this wrong? I don't know why I thought I could do this. I feel
really stupid right now."

Bradley strode towards the shame-faced young man and pulled him into a
hug. Whatever danger had been in his voice earlier was gone and Anderson
was held by a friend. Oily and naked, Anderson felt the strength of
Bradley's arms surround him. He melted into his embrace. His head nuzzled
into the older man's neck, as his nose tried to take it all in. He felt
safe and treasured.

They held each other,, lost in the heat of their contact. Bradley was
fighting his instincts: every fiber of his body wanted to pick Anderson up
and drag him into the bedroom. Anderson melted against Bradley's body:
unsure of what would happen if he gave in.

"Can you show me how to pose?"

Anderson's question broke the silence. Bradley pulled back, his body like
an avalanche climbing up a mountain.

"Sure."

He shucked off his shirt to reveal his massive chest. His fur danced in the
soft light as he bent over and pulled off the legs of his pants to reveal
two meaty thighs and a tight jockstrap. Anderson held his breath to take it
all in. All the fantasies he had of that night in the locker room were
nothing compared to the real thing. Here was Bradley in almost naked glory,
smiling at him as he did a few stretches.

"Why don't you go back there and look at the camera. That way you can see
what I'm doing."

Anderson walked back into the darkness and placed his eye into the
viewfinder. Bradley looked straight into the camera, piercing the lens into
Anderson's eye.

He struck pose after pose in effortless Grecian beauty. Bradley spent most
of his life posing in front of other people: many worshiped him, many
judged him. He had learned to separate himself from that gaze, focusing on
his own work and his own accomplishments. Anderson's gaze left him
timid. Every flex of his arms, every twist of his torso, was done with
Anderson in mind.

"Now you try."

Anderson walked back to face Bradley. They tried a few poses together
facing each other, with Bradley stopping to make some adjustments. After a
few minutes of hopeless effort, Bradley stopped him.

"You know what? This isn't you. And you don't have to pose like that to be
beautiful. You're beautiful just the way you are. Why don't we take some
photos of you acting naturally."

Anderson smiled. He wanted so badly to be like Bradley, to emulate his
natural confidence. But he never imagined himself as a bodybuilder
anyway. He felt good knowing it didn't disappoint Bradley.

By the time they finished, it was getting late. Anderson was exhausted and
ready to go home when a strange look came upon Bradley's face.

"Shit. I forgot to put your clothes in the dryer."

"Seriously? Oh God Bradley, this can't be happening, I'm really tired and I
need to get home and sleep."

"No, it's ok." Bradley paused and furrowed his brow for a few seconds.

"Why don't you go shower off and I'll figure something out for you."

Defeated, Anderson walked to the shower still in Bradley's dirty jock. It
didn't feel so exotic after the photo shoot. He tore the jock strap off and
threw it into the hamper. His cock was too tired now to care and he turned
on the hot water and leaned with his back against the wall. The hot water
cascaded down his chest and stomach, and he let his mind drift out for a
bit.

The door to the shower room clicked open, and suddenly Anderson felt two
arms rubbing his chest with warm soap. He opened his eyes to see Bradley
completely naked, rubbing his chest and circling his tits. His body
responded through the fatigue and his cock started to rise. He felt
Bradley's hand slide onto his cock and gently slide up and down the
thickening shaft. The other arm guided Anderson's hand to Bradley's own
semi-hard cock. The girth, the texture of it was electrifying and Anderson
let out a deep sigh. Suddenly Bradley wrapped his arms and pulled Anderson
into a tight embrace, pressing his lips to Anderson's surprised face. It
didn't take long for Anderson's body to go on autopilot, his hands madly
groping Bradley's back as his tongue struggled to trade places with
Bradley's.

"I think you should stay the night."

Anderson didn't say a word.

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To Be Continued....