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Feeling the climax coming, Brock's head dropped back. The man licked his neck and jaw. Suddenly overcome with the orgasm, Brock felt his body soaring, the come flooded out of him and his mind went blank. Visions of light, blue and purple, flashed across his closed eyelids.

Moaning in loud, agonizing whimpers, Brock heard his voice echo in the room and in his temples. After he had come, Brock was released. He fell backwards on the bed, his legs trapped under him. Trying to prop himself up, or at least unfold his knees, Brock felt woozy. Seeing the man staring at him with those verdant eyes, Brock whispered, "Who are you?"

A wry smile was his only reply.

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Chapter Two

Sunday morning Brock awoke. A headache was the first thing he noticed as he came around from a coma-like sleep.

Rubbing his forehead and squinting his eyes at the sunlight coming in from the window, Brock tried to remember.

Last night. He had brought a man home.

Sitting up, wincing at the pain in his head, Brock looked around his room. Gingerly climbing off the bed, he did a quick search of his five-room penthouse, finding no one and nothing out of the ordinary. Standing naked in his kitchen, he swallowed some painkillers with bottled water and paused to think.

At the club with Eli. A blowjob in the men's room. And an incredible hunk in a taxi ride here.

Walking to his bedroom, Brock stared at his unmade bed.

His clothing lay on the floor. They didn't have sex. At least he didn't recall it. All he remembered was kissing the beautiful man and being jerked off. That was it.

"How the hell could I have fallen asleep?" he mumbled, touching his lips. Making his way to the bathroom, Brock urinated in the toilet, flushed, and reached into the shower to turn on the faucets. Leaning back on the wall as the water heated, he stepped in and felt the hot spray wake him up. As he washed he checked out his ass to see if it felt sore.

Dreading he had been drugged and raped, the fear haunted him.
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hadn't found anyone he considered worthy of breaking and entering his body, his temple.

No. He wasn't the least bit tender. The man didn't do anything to him he wasn't aware of.

Struggling with his achy brain, Brock tried to recall how the man managed to dress and leave without him knowing. It just didn't make sense. Even in his most exhausted states, Brock wasn't a heavy sleeper. In fact, he suffered from insomnia and slept very lightly. He must have been drugged.

It was the only logical explanation.

Was that why his head was killing him?

Finishing up in the shower, he turned off the taps and stood dripping. Slowly reaching for the towel, the suspicion turned to anger. The guy drugged him? He was nice enough to invite the man to his home for sex, and the guy slipped something into his...

Brock paused. Into his what?

Dabbing his face with the towel, Brock didn't remember drinking anything after he left the club. And at the club, he had two rum and Cokes, neither out of his sight. Nothing entered his mouth after that.

"Man, this is weird." Brock stepped out of the tub and dried his back with the towel. The mirror over the sink was covered in steam. After toweling himself off, he wiped the glass so he could see his reflection. He looked exhausted.

Tossing the towel over the shower door, he spread shaving foam on his face and ran a razor over his jaw. Swishing the razor into the water filled basin, when he was done, Brock splashed his face, wiping the missed cream off on a hand 14

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towel. As he cleaned his teeth he stared at his blue eyes in the mirror. Spitting out the paste, rinsing his mouth, he stood back and brushed his hair. Noticing redness under his jaw, he leaned closer to the misty reflection and found a small cut.

Assuming he had done it shaving, he brushed his hand over it and felt a burning sensation. "Crap." Dabbing peroxide on it, wincing at the sting, Brock shook his head in annoyance and left the bathroom to get dressed.

While he sipped his coffee and read the Sunday paper, Brock's phone rang. Reaching for the cordless one on his kitchen counter, he said, "Hello."

"Where did you disappear to last night?"

"Hi, Eli."

"Well? I looked for you and you had vanished on me. You could have at least told me."

"Sorry. I met someone. I didn't really have the chance to tell you. The guy toyed with me a little and ended up waiting outside for me."

"What did you do? Make it in the rain?"

"No. We took a taxi back here." Brock sipped from his cup.

"You did? I thought you had rules about bringing strange men back to your place. Another Brock Hart rule broken and out the window?"

Rubbing his eyes tiredly, Brock replied, "I'm not sure it was a good idea."

"Why not?"

"I keep feeling like he slipped me something."

"Oh, no. Are you serious?"

"I don't know, Eli. It was just an odd experience."

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"Did you fuck?"

"No. At least I don't remember fucking. All I can remember was getting naked, kneeling with him on my bed, and him kissing me. He jerked me off, I came, and..."

"And?"

"And that's it. That's all I remember. I woke up this morning with a miserable headache."

"Hung over?"

"On two rum and Cokes? No way. I can suck a dozen of those down."

"Well, it was bound to happen, Brock. You do screw a lot of strange men."

"No. Actually, Eli, that's not true. I get my cock sucked by a lot of strange men. I don't screw very many of them, and they most certainly do not screw me."

"If you say so. What's the guy's name?"

"I have no clue."

Eli laughed softly. "The epitome of stranger encounters.

Two anonymous dicks rubbing in the night. I don't get why you brought him to your place. You never do that."

"I know. I should never break that rule." Brock looked down at the business section of the paper under his arm on the table.

"Why did you?"

"He was incredible," he breathed sensually.

"More than the usual pretty boys you meet?"

"Yes."

"Wow."

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"Very wow. I can't describe him really. All I can recall is his eyes. They were vivid green. I was hypnotized."

"Maybe that's it. Maybe he hypnotized you."

"Maybe."

"What's your plan for the day?"

"I don't have one."

"Want to play some racquetball?"

Brock wondered if he was up to it.

When he didn't reply, Eli asked, "You still there?"

"Yes. I'm trying to decide if I have the energy."

"It's still early. Call me back and if I can, I'll reserve us a court."

"All right. Thanks, Eli."

"Then, I'll see you later?"

"Yes. Most likely."

"Bye."

"Bye." Brock hung up, replacing the phone in its cradle.

Once again trying to think of last night and that handsome devil, Brock sat at the kitchen table for a long while, lost in thought.

* * * *

Doused in sweat, gasping for breath, Brock followed Eli off the court to allow the next couple to play. Wiping his forehead with his wristband, Brock felt spent, more than usual. As he walked behind Eli into the locker room, he still was struggling to catch his breath. Brock stood still to twist his combination lock and leaned his racket against the metal locker frame.

"You all right?" Eli asked.

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"No. I'm wiped out."

"Your game was a little off."

"I know." Brock tugged the metal door and it opened with a noisy reverberating echo.

"Maybe that guy did slip you something," Eli whispered.

Frowning in dismay, Brock moaned, "Christ, I hope not."

When Eli touched a spot under his jaw, Brock flinched back at the sting.

"You cut yourself good, didn't you?"

"Yes. Shaving. I have no idea how I managed it. But the way I'm feeling, I guess I was just being careless."

"Looks nasty."

"I put peroxide on it." Brock gently brushed his fingers over it.

"That should help."

Brock removed his sweaty shirt, sitting on the bench to take off his shoes and socks. When he was down to just his briefs, he slung his towel over his shoulder and said, "I'll meet you after a shower."

"Okay, Brock."

On his walk to the wall of shower stalls, Brock heard someone calling his name. Smiling, Brock waved. "Hi, Dominic."

The young man in a white shirt and shorts uniform, peered over his shoulder quickly. "I've got a break coming."

"Do you?" Brock chuckled in amusement.

"Yeah. Uh ... interested?"

"Always. I was about to shower—"

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"That can wait." Dominic clasped Brock's hand, leading him to a secured room. Using a key on a chain attached to his belt loop, Dominic opened it, checked the area, nodding for Brock to go inside the small room used as part storeroom part office and lit by an overhead light.

While Brock waited, Dominic closed them in, knelt in front of Brock and pulled his briefs down his thighs.

As the adorable young man sucked him like a pro, Brock reached back to the desk to brace himself. Closing his eyes, feeling his balls tense up before his climax, Brock's knees gave out slightly. Dominic moaned in pleasure, massaging between Brock's sweaty thighs. The sucking grew deeper and stronger until Brock came, grunting and clenching his jaw.

When he opened his eyes, Dominic was grinning at him.

"You liked that one."

Catching his breath, Brock nodded. "Oh, yes."

Dominic stood, drew Brock's briefs back up to cover him, cupping his hand over the entire package. "You are unbelievable."

Letting out a laugh at the irony, Brock replied, "And you're not so bad yourself."

"Ready?" Dominic shut off the light.

"Yes."

Brock exited the tiny room, back on track for his shower.

Turning to look over his shoulder, he found Dominic's wicked grin.

* * * *

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By evening Brock was in his penthouse, feeling very weary and craving a nap. Lying prone on top of his bedspread, kicking off his shoes, Brock curled into the pillows and recalled his second blow job of the day. Meeting a man's gaze as he gassed up a black Stingray Corvette and Brock pumped unleaded into his silver Audi R8 Coup, he and this man ended up behind the gas station together. Once again his cock was in a hot mouth as he reciprocated with a hand-job.

Five thirty, completely drained, Brock rested. He had to rise early for work tomorrow and needed to recuperate.

Dozing off, winding into a dream,
Brock was making out
with the mysterious green-eyed man while lying on the street
in the misty rain. Seeing his features clearly, Brock smiled in
delight. The man was so incredibly beautiful. "What is your
name?"

The man just smiled.

The handsome man opened Brock's slacks and fondled his cock. Lit up by the contact, Brock wrapped around him and went for his mouth, sucking on his tongue, his teeth, his lips, yearning to fuck this amazing man. Rolling on the wet ground, Brock tore open the man's shirt revealing a wall of muscled chest. Lapping his tongue over his skin, Brock whimpered in longing, grinding his cock into the naked one under him. It felt as if they were underwater but he could breathe. Suspended in a pool, holding tight, Brock and this beautiful man tumbled slowly around each other, spinning and floating. "You are extraordinary," Brock crooned between kisses. "Let me fuck you."

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The man grasped his cock and Brock felt a flood of
pleasure in that touch. As the man sucked and lapped at
Brock's throat and shoulder, the come pumped out of Brock's
prick. The high from it made him shout out in bliss. The
dream slowly turning to vapor and vanishing, Brock moaned
and rocked his hips side to side.

* * * *

Groggy, Brock opened his eyes. Seeing the clock reading one in the morning, he felt disoriented. "Christ, how did I nap for so long?" Sitting up, he looked down at himself. Dim light seeped into his bedroom from the hall. His shirt was spread wide on his torso and his slacks were dragged down his thighs. "What the?" He touched his chest and struggled to think. He dragged his finger through his sticky come. "It was a dream." He struggled to convince himself. "At least I thought it was a dream."

He looked around the shadowy bedroom, scooted to the edge of the bed, and stood. Wobbling, catching himself before he fell, he dragged his pants up and staggered to the bathroom. Once he switched on a light, he cringed at the glare and eventually grew used to the brightness.

Catching his reflection in the mirror, he found light scratches covering his chest and abdomen. "Wow." It felt as if he had just had a hot bout of sex. He knew that sensation very well. Touching his ass again, not feeling anything unusual, he chided himself, "You can't fuck yourself in a dream, you idiot!"

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Brock shook his head as he used a washcloth to wipe the remnants of semen off his skin. "I have never had a dream like that before." Tossing the washcloth down, he stared at his chest and the red marks in awe. "How on earth could I manage to do this to myself?"

After he undressed, brushing his teeth to get back to bed, Brock tried not to worry. He had too many other things to think about. Maybe he was just coming down with something.

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