Date: Thu, 17 Jan 2002 12:49:16 EST
From: LenZelig@aol.com
Subject: Roadside Assistance (M/M, encounters, interracial, muscle)

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The following story is intended for adults over age 18 interested in male
to male sexual fantasy. If that's not you, please read no further.

The following story depicts unprotected sex. As said, it's fantasy. You
are reality. Practice safer sex.

All characters in this story are fictional with no resemblance to any
real persons implied. Kim was developed by silicondog@earthlink.net. He
is used in this story by permission of his creator. See his previous Kim
stories, "Kim" and "Summer Gardening" at
http://64.38.225.205/silicondog/stories/

Roadside Assistance by LenZelig@aol.com

I was within a couple miles of my apartment when I heard the rumble from
my left front tire. A flat. What a way to spoil what had been a great day
of surfing. I pulled over on a quiet street in Venice. I was out staring
at it when I remembered that I'd lent my jack to my neighbor. Damn.

I was trying to decide between walking home or finding help at a service
station when a well-worn pickup pulled in front of me. The door opened
and a huge guy stepped out. I stood in open mouth awe as he approached my
disabled woody.

He was definitely Asian. But, he was really tall. I'm 5'10" and my eyes
were just level with his shoulders. He was at least twice my 150 lbs. and
it was all muscle. He was wearing a very frayed, tight tank top. It was
stretched to the limit by his massive chest and back. Huge plates of
pectoral muscles swelled in the front, his wide lats spread to the side,
topped by shoulders like bowling balls. His arms seemed as thick as my
leg. The biceps and triceps bulged with casual strength as he walked
closer. His body tapered to a narrow waist while clearly defined
abdominal muscles poked out like islands under his top. Huge flaring
thigh muscles, each as thick as his waist caused the fabric of his tight
cutoffs to bunch toward his hips.

I suppose I should have been afraid, being approached on a deserted
street by such a apparition, but his smiling face offered no menace. His
face showed maturity and confidence. He was definitely a man not a boy
though I couldn't be certain of his age. He had golden skin that was
deeply tanned from its natural shade from long exposure to the Southern
California sun.

"Looks like you have a problem," he said in deep, unaccented voice as he
neared my car.

"Yes. A flat and I lent my neighbor my jack. Can I borrow yours?"

"I don't use one, but I think I can help you. Do you have a good spare?"

"Sure, but without the jack handle we couldn't even remove the lug nuts.
Could you take me to a service station?"

"Don't worry. Set the parking brake and get the spare. I'll take care of
this."

He pried off the hubcap with his fingers. He then gripped the first nut
with his thumb and two fingers. As he applied pressure I saw the muscles
and tendons in his arm leap into stark relief. With a screech of metal on
metal the nut rotated half a turn. He backed it off and moved to the next
as I went to do what he requested.

When I returned, rolling the tire to the left front wheel, he was just
removing the last nut that he tossed into the hubcap with a clink. "What
now?"

"Just watch." He walked around the front of the station wagon, bending
his knees to grip the bumper where it attached to the frame on either
side. With a mighty surge that expanded his thigh, arm and back muscles,
he lifted the front clear of the ground. "Switch the wheels and replace
the nuts finger-tight," he directed.

It took me four or five minutes while he held the vehicle steady the
whole time. "I'm done," I announced. He lowered the front slowly to the
ground.

He went around to the wheel and tightened each nut with his fingers. Each
gave another screech as it was cinched up. Watching the play of his
mountainous back muscles I noticed that he had split the sides of his tee
shirt halfway to his waist.

"There, that should do it," he said, standing up after finishing the last
one. He noticed his split tee, tore it off, exposing the skin of his
torso, now covered with a soft sheen of sweat, and used the resulting rag
to wipe his hands. "I lose more tees that way," he laughed.

"You were a real lifesaver. Who do I thank? I'm Doug."

"Nice to be of assistance, Doug. I'm Kim."

"You're really strong, Kim. I never saw anyone lift that much weight, and
so easily."

"Oh, it's not so much. I just finished my workout at Gold's before I saw
you and I train with heavier weights than that. I like the feel of my
muscles pumped up." He flexed his right arm and the biceps bulged up
under the thin skin into a grapefruit-sized ball. He leaned close to me
as he held his arm across my chest. "Feel this," he offered.

I looked up into his eyes and put a hand over his muscle. It felt warm
and when I squeezed I couldn't make an impression on its firm surface. He
shifted a bit closer, slipping one of his massive legs between mine,
pressing me against the side of the car. My cock swelled in my baggy
surfing shorts, pressing against his thigh. I looked down and saw an
impressive bulge forming in his tight cutoffs. I licked my lips.

"I only live a couple of miles from here. Let me offer you some
refreshment and show my gratitude. Just follow me."

Ten minutes later we were pulling into the parking garage of my
harbor-side complex in Marina Del Rey. I pointed out a guest spot for his
pickup as I went down a few spaces to my stall. He joined me at the
elevator.

I felt him press lightly against my back in the short ride up to my
fourth floor apartment. I pressed lightly back. He had a large hand on my
shoulder as I led him down the hall and opened my door.

"Nice place," he said as we entered, admiring the nighttime view of the
boat slips and channels from the large sliding door windows that
separated the main living area from the broad balcony. "What do you do?"

"I'm a television writer. I just graduated from USC last year and landed
a job with a new show, Dallas, perhaps you've seen it? It's quite
popular, sort of a prime-time soap opera. We're hoping for a long run."

"I don't watch much TV. I'm in landscaping and gardening. I like the
physical work outside. Do you do your work at home?" He said, looking
toward my desk, piled with papers and a new Selectric.

"Not for my job. I'm working on a screenplay. Isn't everybody?"

"Could I see the rest of your place?"

I was a bit nervous, knowing what was coming, making routine talk to
distract my thoughts. But there was a wet spot easy to see in my tented
baggies as I led him to my bedroom. I hadn't made the bed this morning.
"Sorry about the mess," I apologized. "I wasn't expecting visitors."

"It's fine," he said. His strong hands on my shoulders turned me around.
His arms pushed around my back as he embraced me, holding me against his
wide chest with my head on the hard pillows that were his pectorals I was
engulfed by the mass of muscle. His hands eased lower into my trunks,
massaging the firm cheeks of my ass.

A strong finger probed my hole while my trunks fell to the floor. I
reached for the button that secured his cutoffs. I popped it open and
pulled down the zipper that was already bulging from the strain
underneath. Pushing them down over the flare of his thigh muscles freed
an enormous cock. It popped up against his abdomen, standing well above
his belly button, at least half again as long as my eight inches and
thicker too. The angry red head had already pushed beyond his foreskin
and glistened with his copious juice.

He pulled off my shirt as I kicked off my sandals. He let me rub my hands
over the smooth, hairless skin that covered the iron-firm bulges that
were his muscles while he stepped out of his low work boots. Our bodies
pressed together tightly as I wrapped my arms around his chest. I
couldn't reach all the way around.

I felt his finger enter my hole as his hand under my bottom lifted me
effortlessly off the floor. I lifted my legs around his narrow waist as I
was raised to the level of his face. He angled his head forward to kiss
me. I felt his tongue on my lips and opened to accept him inside. He
tasted slightly spicy as he probed me deeply and I caressed his invading
tongue with mine.

He leaned me back on the bed, remaining on top and continuing a deep
kiss. He broke away, pulling back to his knees. My legs relaxed, widely
split and draped over the flaring bulge of his quadriceps. He bent
forward, licking the length of my straining cock that was dripping
pre-cum onto my stomach while his finger continued to loosen my ass ring.

He inhaled my thick eight inches straight to the root in one motion. As
my excited member snuggled tightly in his throat I arched my back in
pleasure as he applied strong suction. Kim rotated around on the bed so
his knees bridged my head. I got a close look at his sex tool suspended
horizontally below his muscled torso. I reached up with a hand that was
not quite able to encompass completely its circumference. I guided it to
my lips and tentatively licked a drop of lube forming in the slit.
Feeling my tongue, he lowered his hips sliding down into my mouth,
forcing my lips wide to accommodate his thickness.

Kim completely dominated my mouth, pinning my head to the bed as he
spiked me with small slow strokes, dripping a steady flow of spicy lube
into my throat. All the while he continued deep-throating my own piece
while massaging my anal cavity with now two fingers. I was bucking my
hips from the stimulation while my moans of pleasure amounted to just a
low hum from my stuffed mouth.

As his fingers rubbed my excited prostate I released a flood of cum down
his throat. He backed off a bit as I continued to unload into his mouth
while he swallowed my load. As he licked my last drops from my softening
cock he allowed it to slip from his mouth. Simultaneously he eased
himself from my lips. His cock snapped up against his body when it pulled
clear.

I lay back on the rumpled sheets, enjoying the afterglow of my intense
orgasm. "That was really great," I sighed.

"We're just getting warmed up," he laughed, moving between my legs and
starting to raise them to his shoulders. He pushed against me and I felt
the tip of his cock spread cool lube and my saliva around my entrance.

I'd always been a top before, but I knew that wasn't my roll in this
encounter. I thought about asking Kim to be careful, but he was so
assured and in control that I decided to let him do what he was clearly
going to do and to show him that I was able to accept his power. I felt
him find his target and the pressure increased as he began to demand
entry.

My hole expand as he began to ease the bulbous head into my body. It was
irresistible. With a flash of pain my flesh yielded and the head popped
inside. As I gazed up into his smiling face he left it stationary
allowing me to adjust. When he felt my body begin to relax a bit he had
his cue to resume. A quick stab with his hips and another flash of pain
and a couple inches of shaft plunged into me.

He began stimulating me with short strokes, but just as I started to get
comfortable there would be another sharp pain as he dove deeper. Yet his
steady motion sent a tingle through my body that went straight to my
dick. I grew hard again. When I reached between my legs to hold my shaft
he grabbed my wrist and held my hand above my head. My other hand was
forced down right beside it. I was helpless in my own bed as he continued
to enter me.

My breathing was fast and shallow and my head rolling from side to side
as I tried to come to terms with the pleasure and pain signals that were
coursing through my body. The stimulation moved deep in my gut, yet each
time when I though he'd reached the limit there would be a new pain and
he would go deeper. I lifted my head from the bed to check what remained.
I though surely he must be almost in, but as I looked I could see more
than a hand's width of dark shaft extended from my ass.

I dropped my head back to the mattress, exhausted. Inexorably he
continued. Finally, with steady pressure I felt his pubic hair tickle my
balls as his own large orbs pressed deeply into my upturned ass. He
became still, letting me finally adjust to his presence deep in the
center of my being. I was his now. The message passed unspoken as we
locked eyes.

Kim slowly pulled himself from me. I felt the tug of friction pulling on
my gut until the ridge of his crown pressed on my stretched ring, leaving
emptiness behind. A slow return then filled me again, sending waves of
pleasure spreading through my body. In and out, again and again, I'd
never felt so stimulated.

My moans of pleasure soon became just breathless panting as I started to
writhe on the bed, pinned by his vice-like grip on my wrists and the
stake of flesh he was driving through my bowels. He began to up the pace.
Warmth spread through me that soon became a fever. I sweated in the
air-conditioned bedroom. My senses narrowed as I became solely fixated on
the incredible stimulation he was giving me.

Kim increased his fucking even more. I lost all control and screamed in
pleasure at each thrust. One, two, three powerful jabs that shoved me
down the bed, then a moment of total stillness with him buried to the
hilt, followed by an intense deep throbbing and the feeling of his seed
as it jetted from his cock deep in my body. I exploded in sympathy. The
first spray from my own release splashed over my face, as did the second,
and the third.

The seconds marched in slow motion as the pent up passion was released in
a flood of cum. As the moment finally passed, the room became still. I
lay exhausted beneath him, drained of both energy and juice. Kim rocked
back on his knees, releasing my wrists. His cock, softer but still firm
remained plugged deep in my butt. I lowered my legs from his shoulders,
wrapping them again around his powerful waist to encourage him to
maintain our union.

"That was incredible," I gasped as soon I'd thought I'd recovered enough
for coherent speech. "Can you stay the night?" As I felt him grow again
fully hard within me, I knew his answer.

  End.