Date: Fri, 14 Mar 2008 14:27:36 -0400
From: strike1463@aol.com
Subject: Taker of the passion part 2

The sun light streaming through the window across the room was blinding me.
Squinting I was able to make out details of my surroundings.  I felt like I
had been slammed by a truck.  Clutching my head I forced my mind to go back
and recall the details of the night before.  I really couldn't believe that
I had been, oh what is the word I am looking for...  Easy?  Looking to the
empty space next to me made me feel even sluttier.  Seeing the clock, I
read 11:45 am.  FUCK!  Half the day was gone.  I went and put my feet on
the cool parquet floor and rose to a standing position.  My eyes rolled
back in my head, my mind felt like a fish sloshing in a fish bowl as the
cool floor beneath my feet suddenly slammed into my face.  Dazed, I rolled
to my back, wondering what just happened.  Using the bed for support, I
clawed myself upright and managed to stand.

For some unknown reason I was very light headed.  As I became acclimated to
being up, I staggered to the bathroom and was stunned to see my reflection
in the mirror.

The face looking back at me was different.  I mean it was my face, but
looking fuller, more colorful, more defined.  Scanning down, I noticed
changes in my chest and abs also.  Again, seemingly more definition and
tone, why I could even flex my abs and see a six pack forming.  OK, a 3
pack - would you settle on a 1 pack?  Sorry, trying to be funny, my point
is I could definitely see a change.  Like in the first spider man, when
Peter sees's his hot body the morning after getting bitten by the spider.
Well I was experiencing that.  I moved over and grabbed my cock to take a
piss, but kept looking in the mirror to see if maybe I was dreaming.

I went to the kitchen, and heated up a cup of coffee.  Grabbing the paper I
went to the back patio where I could enjoy the remainder of the morning.
Upon opening the door, the bright noon time sun felt like daggers in my
eyes.  Hurting me so much I dropped my coffee and slammed the door shut.  I
leaned against the closed door for a minute, the searing pain in my eyes
slowly beginning to ease.  WOW, was all I could manage to say out loud.  I
could not figure out what was going on.  Many ideas came to mind, and I
settled on the apartment across the street had a bathroom that sort of
faced mine and figured maybe they had the cabinet open and the sun
reflected off the mirror into my place.  My concentration was broken by the
buzz of the call bell out front.

Looking at the little TV screen, I could see the black and white image of a
young man, maybe 17 or 18 years old.  I watched as he extended his arm and
pushed the buzzer again.  I continued to watch him as I spoke out
directions to my apartment and pressed the button to allow him access.  He
opened the door and disappeared off the screen.  I milled at the door for a
few seconds, and then realized that I was still naked from last nights
romp. I was about to run and get something to wear, when the bell rang.  I
took a deep breath and swung open the door.  Standing before me was a
handsome youth, maybe 6'1'', and all of maybe 190#.  He was dressed in
tight fitting black dickeys, a tan polo shirt, with a new white undershirt
beneath it, and black shoes.  From behind his back, he produced a single
long stemmed red rose.  The deepest red I have ever seen on a rose.  His
eyes slowly moved down from my eyes, over my chest and abs.  When they
reached my crotch, they darted back up to my eyes, and then made quick
little peaks every now and then.

"Ah, hello; I am looking for, for...for, James" He blurted out.

"That's me."  I replied.

"This is for you," handing me the rose.  "There is a card there. I was told
to be sure you received it.'

"OK, thank you.  I wonder who they are from."  I though out loud.  I took
the card and opened the note.  Inside was a small card, with the most
beautiful hand writing.  It was simply a signature written across the card
- Miguel.

Thoughts of the evening before rushed back into my mine.  Not just the sex,
although that was a major part of my memories, but little things, his
laugh, his smile the way he looked at me.  Movement in front of me caught
my attention and I focused to see the young man turning to leave.

"Wait, I need to tip you.  Hold on a minute, well come in and close the
door."  I said as I ran around looking for my pants from last night.

"Sir," The guy called to me, "sir you don't have to tip me, it's all been
taken care of.  A gratuity was added to the bill."

I slowed down and looked back at him; he was a good looking dude.  "It was?
Well do you want something to drink then?"  As I asked this question, I
began to notice this subtle scent emanating from this guy.  I couldn't put
my finger on what it was, just a scent.  I took a few quiet deep breaths,
noticing how light headed I felt.  Was it because of what I smelled or just
hung over from last night?  One unmistakable thing though, my cock was
getting hard because of it.  "Come on; let me get you a coke or something
like that."  I said trying to discretely hide my hardening cock.

His eyes were focused on my cock, and his face had taken on a deep reddish
blush color. "No thanks, I have to get going.  Have a nice day."  With that
he was gone.  I placed the rose in a vase and headed off to take a shower.


It was around 330 when I finally ventured out, but even then the sun still
hurt my eyes.  I could not understand why.  I kept blaming it on too much
to drink.  I put on my Oakley's, hailed a cab and instructing the driver to
take me to Confidential's.

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I found myself in a failure place again, standing on the sidewalk outside
of the bar.  Not waiting as long as I had last night, I pushed open the
door and stepped into the darkened bar.  A jukebox blared out some out
dated Van Halen to a near empty room.  At the bar sat a lone figure hunched
over.  His clothes were well worn and very dirty, and he had a noticeable
odor about him, I stopped short.  Reaching up I took my sun glasses off,
wait, I had them on?  I turned to look at the man at the bar.  I could
clearly see his filthy old clothing now.  Quickly looking about the room, I
assured myself that it was dark inside.  I slid my Oakley's back on, and
noticed that I could see through the dark lenses almost as good as with out
them.  Taking them off, I reached up to feel my eyes, I guess making sure
they were still there.  I sniffed the air again and the odor of the man
assaulted my nose.  I progressed over near him and as I drew closer, his
smell became repulsive, but wait, there was more to it now. There is
another scent I was detecting.  A similar scent I noticed on the guy who
delivered the rose to me earlier.  Similar in its basic smell pattern, yet
different in a way that's hard to describe.  This time it smelled, stale.
Then I noticed my cock, it was swelling again.  Oh my god was I springing
wood over this bum?

I move past this man and headed for the patio door.

"HEY;" shouted a booming voice from behind the bar.  "Patio don't open till
9.  Just this parts open now."  He gestured towards the bar and dance floor
beyond.

"Sorry," I muttered and headed back to sit at the end furthest from the old
man.

"What can I get you," the bar tender asked, quieter, more polite now.

"Umm, Bud Light draft, and a little information maybe?"  I asked.

The bar tender slid a frosted glass beneath the tap and poured me a tall
one.  Sliding the glass in front of me, he leaned on the bar and made eye
contact with me.  "What kind of information you after," he asked

I took a long swallow of beer and looked him in the eye.  "I need to get in
touch with Miguel.  Can you help me?

The bar tender pulled back slightly with this puzzled look on his face.
"Who the hell is Miguel?"  He asked.  "That name supposed to mean something
to me?"

Taken back, I cock my head to the side a bit, "Miguel.  He works here,
tends bar like you.  Worked the patio last night, got me drunk, you know
MIGUEL",

The bar tender shook his head and looked at me like I was crazy.  Sorry
bud, nobody by that name works here.  Besides, the patio bar was closed
last night.  No one was back there tending bar or anything.

I took another long drink, trying to remember, trying to clear the fog that
was quickly forming in my head.  "Well I remember it was open, I sat there,
got drunk there and Miguel waited on me."

The bar tender shook his head and said nope sorry.  He went back to leaning
on the bar in front of me.  I soon became aware of that same scent, that
odd odor, this time it was from the bar tender.  I concentrated on it this
time, trying to figure out what it was.  I was certain that it was not
cologne, what would the chances be that all three of them used the same
kind.  What ever it was, it smelled fantastic, I can't describe to you how
it was making me feel.  Almost intoxicating, the scent seemed to work its
way into my very soul.  My cock is testament to that as it swelled even
fuller now.

"Hello?"  The bar tender said with a smile and little chuckle. "Are you
still with me?"  He laughed a bit and said; "though I lost you space cadet.
I am sorry I couldn't be of more help.  Walking away, he went back to the
old man and poured him another round.  I sat and drank my beer, asking for
another and then one more when I was finished the second.  It wasn't like I
was in a rush, I had no place to be and maybe secretly I was hoping Miguel
would walk in.

Part way through my third beer, the urge to piss came upon me.  I slide off
the stool and headed to the dimly lit rest room.  Opening the door I was
immediately hit with the stench of old piss and sex.  I grimaced and walked
up to a urinal.  I snaked my cock out of my jeans and sighed as I began to
go.  Moments after I started I heard the door open and heard someone
walking in.  Almost immediately I began to smell that familure scent again,
and my cock began to swell.  This time however, I saw a vague flash memory
in my mind.  For an instant I thought I saw the guy who had delivered the
roes to me earlier.  Quickly shrugging it off as a random thought, I gave
my cock a final shack and was putting it into my jeans when the person who
had come in stepped up to the urinal next to me.  I glanced out of the
corner of my eye and almost zipped my fly up over my cock.  Standing next
to me was the guy who brought me the rose.  Again, the scent flooded my
mind, making it hard to concentrate.  Forcing myself to remain calm, I
finished zipping up and as I flushed, I turned to face him, acting like I
had just now seen him.

"Hey, aren't you the guy that... Yeah you are.  You delivered some flowers
to me earlier, right?"  I asked closing one eye and shaking a finger at
him.  He was slow to turn, and when he did, his eyes became questioning,
somehow I could detect a feeling of fear.  I don't know how, I just did.
The fear mixed with the scent he was giving off and I was feeling like a
predator.

"Do I know you?"  He asked, his voice trembling.  "Do you know me?

"Yeah man, you delivered a rose to me today, just a few hours ago, matter a
fact.  Don't you remember?"  I began to laugh; "I opened the door naked?
You gave me the rose and I went to get a tip and you told me the tip was
taken care of.  You remember don't you?"

"Yo dude, you got me mixed up with someone else.  I ain't a delivery boy.
If I was and some dude opened the door nude, oh man I'd drop him, just like
that."  He returned his gaze to the wall and finished pissing.  I was dumb
struck, I just stood there.

After he zipped up, he turned to face me; "Dude, back up," then gesturing
with his hands for me to move back; "you are in my space.  I do not know
you, OK?  I didn't deliver a fucking thing to you or anyone, OK?  Now if
you back off, they'll need to carry you away."

All I could think was that I was going nuts.  I took a step back and let
him pass.  He went to the door, stopped, turned as if to say something, and
then continued on his way out.  I decided I wanted to get a better look at
his face, I mean it was dark in here.  So I headed out of the bathroom and
straight for the entrance, telling the bar tender I'd be right back.  I
pushed open the heavy door with easy, and instantly dropped to my knees, as
the needles stabbed into my eyes.  The searing pain was intolerable; I
brought my hands up to cover my eyes as I slunk back into the entry way of
the bar.  The cool darkness encompassed me, soothing the pain away.  It was
like at the apartment earlier, what was wrong with me?  Why was I suddenly
having problems with bright light?  I groped my way up and stood against
the wall.  I slowly opened my eyes to the darkness, but I could see.  No,
not like you see now, but kind of like when they show night vision on TV.

I moved back into the bar area and back to my seat.  The old man was gone,
as was the bar tender.  Well maybe he was helping the old guy on his way or
something.  I took my beer and moved to a table in the corner.  It seemed
darker there, I could hide there.  I needed time to think.  Time to figure
out what was going on.




Several hours passed, and I found myself still sitting at the same corner
table.  Dance lights were flashing, music was blearing as guys of all ages
bumped and gyrated to the heavy bass beat.  I stood and moved effortlessly
across the dance floor.  I made no sound, nor gave any signs for people to
move, they just did.  I made my way to the entrance and out into the
evening.  The sun had set, and the night was upon me.  Hailing a cab, I
ordered the driver to take me home.  The cab pulled away from the curb in a
blur of lights.  Sitting there, it seemed like I was going through a time
warp or something.  Objects outside the cab melted and blended together.
Looking up I could see the cabbie talking.  His eyes kept connecting with
mine through the mirror.  Was he talking to me?  His voice, the words he
spoke were like a slow motion recording.  I barley remember seeing myself
handing the driver a wad of cash, and motioning for him to keep it.  It
seemed to take an eternity to go from the street to my apartment.  The key
turning in the lock, sounded like a safe being opened.  I walked in, shed
my clothing as I walked through the rooms and collapsed on my bed.  I just
remember my last thoughts before I lost consciousness; "So this is me,
dying."


I woke with a start; I felt a coolness beside me.  I tried to turn my head,
but I couldn't.  I felt a cold touch caress the small of my back.  Then a
cold face nuzzled the nape of my neck, coming round to my ear.  Icy lips
pressed into my ear.  A voice, half heard half imagined whispered to me;
"relax my darling, relax.  Feel the passion I bring to you."

Slowly, hands were coming around me and carefully rolling me to my back.  I
felt the lips kissing my lips, my chest.  The hands parted my legs and I
could feel a presence between my thighs.  I curled my legs around this form
and could feel a hard cock begging to rub my ass.  I could not make out
much detail in this mystery man; I could barely make out the lines of his
form.  I felt him rubbing his cock against my hole, as I pushed back
signaling my willingness to continue.  I watched as the form lifted his arm
and seemed to put his wrist to his mouth.  Suddenly I could feel a hot
wetness dripping onto my cock and balls, running down and into the crack of
my ass.  Try as I may, I could not move.  I was becoming scared, confused,
and angry.

The stranger took his wrist from his mouth and gently ran his hand over my
face, starting at the forehead and ending on the chin.  "Shh, be patient
and calm."  I know this voice.  This voice, this form was....

"AARRGGHH," I cried out, as he slid his huge cock into my fully.  Intense
pain shot throughout my body, as my ass struggled to gain control over this
invasion.  A strong steady rhythm begun.  Long slow full strokes in and
then out.  I could feel every bump, every vein of this cock.  My cock
throbbing, drooling out more precum than I had ever seen it do before.
This fucking was driving me insane, my balls ached, I needed to cum.  My
lover bent down and began sucking my nipples.  Alternating left and right,
circling his tongue around them, using his teeth to nibble on them.

All this attention was pushing me over the edge.  I was getting so very
close.  My mate pulled his cock from my ass and bent to suck my cock again.
The pleasure of his mouth and his three fingers now working my hole
finished me off.  My balls exploded, and as I began to cum, I felt a nix on
my shaft, something sharp just poked me.  I came, and flooded my lovers
mouth, but he swallowed ever drop.  After I came, He positioned his cock at
my lips and with a grunt, shot a huge load of cum into my mouth.  My mind
was racing; his hot salty cum gushing down my throat.  His cock throbbing
in my mouth. Slowly his orgasm slowed until it ceased.  My lover collapsed
next to me, a sensual heat emanating from him.  I drifted off to sleep in
his strong protective arms.

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I sat straight up in bed, something had woken me.  For a moment I was
confused, where was I, what was going on; slowly my head cleared, I was at
home in my bed.  Then I remembered the sex, I turned quickly to see my
lover.  My eyes fell to an empty bed.  Looking at the clock, 3:58 AM.  I
fell back and stretched my arm across the bed.  I think I was secretly
hoping I would find him there, I kept reaching.  Suddenly my fingers
touched something.  I instinctively pulled my hands back to my chest.  I
could almost make it out.  Somehow I was almost able to see it.  Looking
again it came into focus, there laying against the pillow, a single red
rose.