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? I knew about four weeks before Greg arrived that he was coming. I worked part time at a small weekly newspaper writing a column of practical advice as part of my job as a mental health counselor. So, I was able to see his application paperwork long before he arrived. He listed his hobbies as fishing, hunting, camping, any kind of sports, weight lifting, and photography. Sounded like my kind of guy. The application said he was 36, but didn't give any other pertinent details about him physically. The day Greg arrived, I watched out my office window. I worked just above the newspaper office, and could see him when the associate editor brought him from the airport. I watched from my window and knew I had to meet him. As it turned out, I didn't have to work too hard to do it. He came into my office before I had a chance to go down to his. I think he had to duck when he entered my office. He is so tall, probably six foot four or so. He had on a brown suede jacket, and I could tell he had broad shoulders, yet a slim waist. His sandy brown hair hung slightly askew over his eyes, and his smile radiated friendliness. He extended a huge hand, with long fingers and we shook hands. His grip was so strong, I knew I wanted him to grip something else on my body and hold it tight. Just behind him was his wife, Lisa and their two preschool children. As his family appeared in the doorway, all my fantasies vanished. How could I lust after this obvious family man, new to our town, and thrilled to finally be in Alaska after their long, hard journey. Still, he had a sparkle in his eye that said to me "try me.....don't be afraid to ask.....you might be surprised." Hey, I was married too, and had kids. We would work closely together on the paper. So I knew we would have lots of contact with one another. I just didn't anticipate it would be so much. I told Greg and Lisa that I knew they were coming to town. It's pretty hard to keep a secret in a small town in Alaska. However, I had been able to keep mine. You see, I like men. The harder, the better looking, the more masculine, the more macho, the better. Oh sure, I'm married. So is Greg. It never bothered me that I lusted after muscular, good looking men, but at the same time slept with my wife. In fact, there were times when it energized me for action with my wife. I hoped Greg was the same way. Something about his demeanor told me I was right. There just seemed to be electricity between us when we were in the same room. He had been in town for about 4 weeks, and his wife and two little children were settling in nicely. But Lisa and the girls were headed back to South Dakota to pack up their belongings, and would return in about a month. Greg had to stay to get the weekly newspaper out. I knew he would be alone. He knew I was a counselor, and that my weekly column was well liked and popular in the paper. We were going to have a good working relationship, I could tell that right from the start. We were also going to have much more of a relationship than that. One afternoon, about a week after Greg's wife left, I had to bring him my column for the next week. I stopped at the office, but a note on the door said Greg was taking the afternoon off, and could be reached at his home phone number. Well, since I knew where his apartment was, I got in my car and headed over there. I knocked on the door and waited. I could hear clunking and grunting, and pounded harder. Finally Greg opened the door, and stood there in sweat shorts that were stretched to the limit, no shirt, sweating like it was mid-summer. I gazed up at his beautiful blue eyes and damp sandy hair. As I said before he must have stood at 6 foot four, and it seemed like I was looking up at the largest man I'd ever seen. I must have dropped open my mouth or something because Greg looked away. Then he said, quietly, "Hey, what's happening?" I just stood there in the open doorway staring at this Adonis of a man. Of course, it was about 30 degrees out, and he must have been getting cold. Still, I didn't want to be obvious or take the first step, so I waited. "Oh, come on in," he said casually. "I was just working out with my weight set. Lisa doesn't like me to keep it out when she's here, but hey, she's gone, so I can work out any time I want." "H...here....Greg. My column for the next couple of weeks." I was so nervous. He was so gorgeous, and practically naked and I could feel that familiar twitch in my briefs. He took the envelope and brushed my arm as he did with his long, taut fingers. "Oh, thanks," he said, opening the envelope. Greg stood there dripping sweat. He had no hair on his torso, I'd bet he had removed it so he could show off his body. His pecs were rock hard, nipples dark reddish brown and solid, and I could see clear definition in his abs. His legs were powerful looking, defined, and his calves were huge. What rested between his legs must have also been huge, because his straining sweat shorts were already bulging. As he read, I could see the veins on his biceps, and his triceps twitched. My dick was saluting the most gorgeous man I'd ever met, and it was a good thing I had baggy jeans and a jacket on. "Hey, this is really good," he said scanning my column. It was one I'd written on acceptance in a small town, especially of people with different lifestyles, and being able to work and live side by side with all kinds of people. He set the envelope aside and flopped down on the weight bench. He looked a little sad, and I noticed his hand started gently massaging his groin. "Greg, are you okay?" I inquired. "You know, people sometimes get frustrated here after a short time. It's a small town, it's very remote, it's sometimes very lonely, and it's so costly to live here that you often can't do anything." "Yeah, I know," he said, smiling. "I'm not really sad, I just need to find a good friend. If I knew I had the right friend, I could have some fun. I guess some times you just have to make your own fun, eh?" I could see that the head of his cock was peaking out of the right leg of his sweat shorts. The head was sliding out from under its fleshy shroud. It was huge, red, and hard as a rock. He was stroking slowly and deliberately, and grinning, licking his lips and winking at me. My dick was as big as it had ever been, just about bursting out of my skin, but I didn't let him know it, yet. "Geez, Greg. Maybe I could be the friend you need." I stood up, shed my coat, and hustled out of my baggy jeans. Greg reached his long bulging arm over put his huge hand on my throbbing underwear and rubbed. Oh God, I thought. Here I am in the middle of my most recent fantasy, just as I'd imagined it, only it was really happening. I could tell the pre-cum was bubbling out the top of my dick. Maybe more than just pre-cum! Greg stood and slowly unpeeled his skin tight sweat shorts. His uncut dick sprang up in a way that made me chuckle. It was a nervous chuckle, like I wouldn't know what to do with all of that huge studs merchandise. "Wait," I said, "I just want to look at you for a minute. Stand over there at the end of the bench so I can get a full view." As he moved over I pulled off my t-shirt, and slid my briefs down. I was practically cumming all over when I caught the full view of this 6 foot 4 inch man, muscles bulging from the workout. He stood leaning against the barbell, flexing slowly his biceps, and making his pecs do a little dance. He certainly could have been a professional bodybuilder. Believe me, I know. I have stared at so many of them. I carefully eyeballed his entire frame, from head to toe. As I looked, I was aware that the hot burning sensation in my balls was about to erupt. My own dick, stretched beyond it's limit started spurting just by looking at this beautiful stud. So much came out that I was sure it was all over for the day. Quickly Greg slid over and scooped up as much as he could and spread it around on his gleaming pecs. He must have read my mind. "Oh, don't worry," Greg assured. "I have lots of tricks in my sperm bag that will keep you hard all day and all night long." Slowly, methodically, as one who had done this before, Greg eased his way behind me. He slipped his massive hand down my back and placed his middle finger in my ass. I jumped, and so did my cock. As if inflated by a tire pump my recently flattening appendage jumped back into action. Greg eased me down onto the couch and there right in front of my face was his massive, pulsating cock. I opened wide and he slid it in. I gulped for what seemed like hours, and before long there was hot white man juice blazing down my throat. There was so much I thought I would choke, but I lapped it all up as fast as I could. When Greg was finished cumming, he kneeled down in front of me and took my steel throbbing cock into his gorgeous mouth. I thought I had spilled all my seed the last time, but sure enough he brought out even more this time. By the time he was done sucking, I could see that his dick was ready to be serviced again. He told me there were extra large sized condoms in the drawer, and I reached in and pulled one out. Outside the wrapper, the thing looked huge, like a baggie or something. But you know, the fit was just right! I moved from the couch to the weight bench, laying face down, with my cock and balls hanging off the end. Greg took his huge hands and one by one placed a long finger, then two, and three, into my ass hole. He deftly stretched my anus to the point where I was sure a horse's dick could enter, but it was a good thing. When he pushed the head of his throbbing baseball bat cock in, I could feel great pressure and pain. It subsided, as he glided in and out slowly. Greg took his large, muscular hands and arms and wrapped them around my chest, and soon we were both rocking back and forth, and before long I heard him let out a long, low groan, and felt the hot, steamy cum force it's way into the snug condom. Greg pulled himself out and collapsed on the couch. I was exhausted, but turned to look at him, and knew there would be more of a workout later that day. He stood and walked slowly to the refrigerator. He threw me an ice cold beer, and returned to the couch. Even soft, his dick must have been a good 9 inches long, and his balls were like hard baseballs. We each downed the first beer pretty quickly and were on our second one when Greg leaned over and offered me a hard, wet kiss. I usually am not overly turned on by kissing men . I want to get down and dirty quickly to have time to start all over again. But that kiss, the power in his tongue, the passion in his lips, turned me to putty. Well all of me but one essential item, that is. Gregg took a great big swig of beer, and then holding my dick in his hand, placed his mouth, full of beer, over my throbbing meat. The bubbles tickled, and soon the up and down motion along with the beer foam, brought me to another satisfying climax. Now it was my turn. I poured out some beer and foam onto his huge man meat. It just foamed and foamed as it touched his huge, pulsating dick. Finally, with the help of my hands and tongue, Greg shot a hot blast that creamed the ceiling. We both sat motionless on his couch for what seemed like hours. Then it was time for us to get cleaned up. "Come on," he said. "We have a huge shower with two shower heads." I followed his athletic, muscular body into the bathroom. He turned the water on very hot, and we both got in. For a few seconds we just looked at each other. Was this going to work, with both of us married and yet wanting each other so? Could we work with each other and keep our hands off each other? Could I be in the same room with him and not always have a hard on? "You know," he started, "I thought I was going to be lonely here. I left all the guys I was close to back in South Dakota. But maybe I was wrong." "Greg, will we be able to pull this off?" I asked. "Sure," he said smiling his killer smile. "I did this all the time back there. Why do you think I joined a gym? It was to get close to the best looking, best built guys. But here there isn't a gym." "I know," I said, dejectedly. "So what's going to be our excuse to see each other more?" "Well, you are a counselor, aren't you?" "Yeah, so?" "Well, I guess I'm in therapy now." Wow, it was like a dream come true. He would be my newest client, at no charge, of course. He would also be my boss at the paper. And we would daily fuck, suck or hand job one another. My office was private, and when the door was closed, it meant no admittance. It really would work! Could life be any better?