A Winter Encounter

 I nearly choked on my beer when he came in the door.  It couldn’t possibly be him.  Not the guy who…

He looked scruffy, a little bleary-eyed, but it was definitely him.  He paid me no mind but collapsed into the booth behind mine, barely fitting.  He had dark glasses on and at least a week’s stubble on his strong chin.

The waitress rushed over and flirted but he barely acknowledged her.  Ordered something dark in a tall glass.  He was a regular, it seemed.

He took the glasses off and set them on the table, then rubbed his eyes with his big hands.

The hands I was familiar with.  The hands that had grabbed my shirt, yanking me out of danger, then pile driving me into the grass, while doing some kind of ninjutsu move that involved parkouring up a wall, then flipping and snapping the creature's neck.

This was 2 years ago.  My city had a minor outbreak, zombies, allegedly.  I thought they were a gang of gay bashers coming to get me.  Five of them.  He called them a swarm.  Took the other four out too, while shielding me against a concrete wall with his huge frame pressed against me.

The explosive gunfire rocked his big body as he took the rest of them out.  I threw up in the gutter as he stomped a twitching one’s head.  It’s brains looked like oatmeal.

He helped me up after that and said I could hold onto him if I needed to.  He had to get me somewhere safe.

The safe place happened to be the basement of an old jail.  He literally locked us in a cell, saying it was the safest place available.  

“Thank you, Sir.  I don’t know how to thank you.”

I noticed his badge said Redfield.  

He gave me a cocky smile.

“We can figure something out someday.  I was glad to help.”

He actually winked before he closed the cell door and left me alone with my thoughts.  He was extremely handsome in the square-jawed, hardened big brute way.  Nice dark hair, intense penetrating eyes that couldn’t hide a hint of sadness.

He was a massive guy, heavily muscled, probably covered with scars.    

I think I was in the cell reserved for twinks.  Chris and his bros separated us in a way that wasn’t arbitrary.  Maybe I was in the gay cell.  The monsters broke into the cheap gay bar down the street so there were five of us in my cell by the time we were airlifted to safety the next morning.

I had heard of the BSAA prior to this but had never actually seen any of them.  This whole Bioterrorism thing had a way of being a big deal and then being forgotten about.  The Raccoon City incident was a good twelve years before my city was attacked.  And again, with the way things were going my city barely made the news. 

I kept my eyes on him.  The big man looked shattered, deeply disturbed and like he hadn’t slept for a week.  His eyes landed on me and I saw the twist of a cocky smile briefly.  His eyes darted away, then they were back with laser focus.

“We know each other pal?”

I got up, moved to his booth and sat down.  Up close he looked even more shattered as he downed his whisky.

“I’m Bruce Wagner. You saved my life once, Officer Redfield.”

He chuckled.

“You may have to narrow that down.”

“Morganville.  A little place up North.  You guys stomped out the outbreak quickly.  I believe it was record time.  You saved me in an alley.”

“Ahh yeah.  I remember.”

“I never got a chance to thank you.  After you locked me in the cells in the basement of the jail, I never saw you again.”

His eyes flashed a bit at that.

“The basement. The old cells?”

“Yep.  Me and a handful of other guys.”

His eyes flashed up and down what he could see of me.  He glanced at the waitress as she brought another round, then back at me.

He slammed the next whisky, chucked a twenty on the table and said “I got a place around the corner.”

His apartment was two blocks down and three stories up.  It was a dump.  And he didn’t have much in the way of furniture.  He gestured toward what I assume was his living room, and I settled on a ramshackle couch.

He shoved a bottle of Aquafina into my hand and I toyed with it nervously as he grabbed a bottle of beer and landed in the battered recliner next to me and lit a cigarette.

He shrugged out of his motorcycle jacket and tossed it on a pile of dirty laundry in a cracked laundry basket.

“I’d say nice place, but—-“ I managed.

“But it’s a dump, right?” He chuckled, stretched back in his black tshirt.  His biceps were enormous, my mouth went dry and I felt my knees go weak just looking at him.  “Yeah.  The bed and the weights are mine.  The rest of this shit was already here.  I’m not here too much.  Usually got a mission somewhere far away.”

“Ahh I see.  Then it makes sense.”

I saw his unmade bed and his weights over in the opposite corner by the grimy window.  Imagine running around saving the world and having no real possessions.

“Go to many exotic places for the job?”

“Africa.  Raccoon City.  Europe.”

“Fancy.  I’ve barely left the state.”

“That’s interesting.  So when you said you wanted to thank me, you meant you wanna suck my dick, right?  Gay guys love sucking my dick.”

I choked on my water as he watched me impassively behind a wreath of smoke, holding his gaze steady on mine.  I fought for air and coughed for a second, so hard my eyes watered.

“Umm… oh god.  Sorry.  I didn’t expect you to be so blunt.”

“I’m drunk and horny as fuck.  I find it’s best to cut to the chase.  Especially with gay guys who were eye fucking me like you were.  Not just now, but back when I rescued you.  You were ready to blow me on the transport.”

“Oh god…” I managed.

“If you don’t want to I can probably chat up that waitress back in the bar but it’s a lot of hassle.  And gay guys are much better at it.”

“I mean, I’d have to be blind not to see how attractive you are, but I assure you I never expected—.”

With that he took his shirt off and I inhaled deeply.  His revealed chest was mountains of muscle, dark nipples, tight stomach, and dusted with hair.  Like I assumed before he had a decent amount of scars peppering him, but not as many as I expected.

He was staring at me intently, nearly hypnotizing me.  It wasn’t fair that he took his shirt off.  He knew I wouldn’t say no now.

Before I knew it I was on my knees in front of his chair.  Just approaching him was a daunting task that I had to force my way through.  The man was the most intimidating person I had ever been in the presence of, and part of me cursed myself for my weak knees and pounding heart.  My stupid hormones would be the death of me.  

This was a man who had definitely been through some shit and was dealing with a lot. He had faced nightmares I could not even imagine and lived to tell the tale.  

But, like his scars, those experiences left a mark behind.  It was in his eyes; bloodshot and a little bleary.  Ironically, it was in his muscles.  He had built himself up to be superhuman to confront the things he had to confront, and maybe, to survive their memory.

And I was alone with him.  Absolutely no one knew where I was or what I was doing.  No one.  Around the time that he peered down at me and nodded at his dick, I thought I had made the worst mistake of my life.  I was alone with a man who could snap me like a twig if he wanted to, and I didn’t know anything about him, not really.

I paused on my knees, looked at the bulge in his pants, then back at him, then back at the bulge.  I didn’t know what was more intimidating, ogling his bulge or making eye contact with him.

“Take my dick out,” he rumbled from above.

With trembling hands I worked the buttons on his button fly jeans and finally managed to get them all loosened.  His massive dick fairly leapt out of his fly and into my mouth. 

It was big, hot and salty.  He tasted clean, smelled manly, some expensive cologne I couldn’t place.

As soon as I drew him into my mouth I not only heard but felt a sigh of relief thunder through every part of his big body.  A lot of my trepidation went away at that moment.  This poor guy was tense from his head to his toes.  And he had saved my life, dammit.  Probably countless lives.  The world even.  He deserved to feel good and relax and I felt a warmth in my stomach realizing I could make him feel that way.  

I felt lucky to be sucking his big dick.

And it was big.  He wasn't an obnoxious pornstar big, but big and weighty.  The biggest I had ever had for sure; it was a challenge training my gag reflex but I got it down.

“Hey.  Eyes on me.” 

A throaty grumble from him.  

My eyes caught his and the intensity of his gaze over his planes of tanned muscle gave me shivers.  I managed a quick “Yessir” and I swear I felt him get harder in my mouth. And he was already hard as a rock.

I could taste his salty precum as it slid down my throat and something about it made me groan, which made his eyes a little wider. 

“Fuck…” he muttered quietly.  “Fuck.”

He liked a spot about a third of the way down his shaft toyed with and he also liked his balls played with.  Not licked, but jugggled around and massaged a little bit.

I could not imagine being more turned on than I was.  Sweat was starting to make the light shine off his muscles in more tantalizing ways.  His nipples looked delicious but I didn’t dare go for them.  So far, the straight guy had only given me consent to suck his dick so I did just that.  I didn’t want to trip some psycho trigger in him by going for something he didn’t want.  I kept my hands to myself and used them on his dick.

His heavy-lidded eyes locked on mine, but occasionally he looked at his dick to watch what I did to it.

I tried all different kinds of things on him, using my hands to give my aching throat a rest here and there.  He was squirming and groaning in his seat, deep manly groans that gave me goosebumps.  I kept alternately applying pressure to his favorite spot and a large long groan rumbled through him and he finally threw his head back, he grabbed the side of my head and soon was flooding my mouth with his salty cum.

“Take it all.  Take it all.  Take it all.”

I was surprised, but I adjusted and managed to swallow the strong heavy jets that shot into my mouth and down my throat.  Salty, sweet, and manly.  His eyes locked on mine watching me swallow what he gave me.  

He was panting, sweat slick.

He looked down at me and laughed a little, finally let go of my head, gave my cheek a friendly pat, and released me.

“Thanks, kid.  I needed that.  I’ve been more than a little tense.”

“I-I could tuh-tell sir.  I’m glad I could help.  And again, thanks for saving my life.”

I wiped a bit of residue from the corner of my mouth.  It smelled earthy and masculine.  

He finished the rest of his beer and lit up a fresh cigarette.  The man was a chain smoker for sure.

He gave me a cocky smile, the smile a man will give you after he has conquered you sexually, and there is nothing more primally submissive than getting on your knees before a man and sucking him off, especially when you’re a man yourself.

“That was probably the best fuckin blow job I’ve ever had,” he said, his eyes glittering.

“Thanks for the compliment,” I said, falling back on the couch, my stomach warm with his seed.  I felt a little breathless and uncomfortable, my jaw was sore, but I had come through it fine.  

It was presumptive to cum in my mouth with no warning, but straight guys like Chris usually didn’t follow any rules with gay guys.  He figured if he wasn’t getting a chick pregnant and not getting saddled with child support for 18 years there were no consequences that concerned him.

I was probably safe swallowing, but you never really knew did you?  Chris had been to many exotic places and god knew what he had been exposed to.

“You live around here?” He asked, finally stretching and standing up.

“Four blocks down, two over.”

At this point, I was looking for my shoes and jacket.  I didn’t exactly remember where they were.  I was certain he was kicking me out.

“Hmm.  Close.” 

There was a moment there where he looked me up and down, took a long drag on his cigarette.

I took the silence as my cue to leave.

“So I’m gonna get going,” I said, casually, standing up.

He moved to block me from the door, his jeans around his thighs, dick still bobbing about.

“Leaving so soon?  Plans?”

“No plans, really,” I said, feeling a little unnerved that he was blocking my exit.  “I just feel like… you want me to go.”

“Not at all.  I was hoping you’d stay around while I take a little catnap so I can fuck you.  Back in my 20s I’d already be balls deep, but you slow down a bit later on.  At least, I have.”

The man had me speechless again.  And it wasn’t fair that he was standing there looking so goddamn hot.  What he said was presumptuous and rude.  And… so sexy it nearly set me on fire.

My mouth finally started working again.

“I’m not an enormous slut, Officer.  Are you an officer?  I don’t even know.”

“I’m a captain.”

“I’m certainly not gonna call you—-“

“My guys call me Alpha.  You can call me Chris.  You taking that massive load down your throat puts us on a first name basis.”

I smiled at his joke, still feeling awkward but funny awkward now.

“Fine.  I’m not a huge slut, Chris.  I don’t normally do this type of stuff with someone I just met.”

He shoved his jeans down around his ankles and walked toward me stark naked, a glorious sight in the late afternoon sunlight.

“Interesting.  I find gay guys tend to like me being blunt and cutting to the chase.”

“You’ve fucked other guys?”

“Of course.  A guy sucking my dick is just a prelude.  Guys love how I fuck too.  I’m good at it.”

“Am I allowed to say no?”

He stopped, a few steps from me.

“Of course you are.  I’m not a rapist.  Do you want to say no?”

His intoxicating smell was already ensnaring me, that expensive cologne.  It was impossible now.  My hormones would murder me.

“No I don’t.  I just want your assurance that if I say no at any time—-“

“I’ll stop.  I get it.  I’m an intimidating motherfucker.  I probably have a good 100 pounds on you, mostly muscle.”

Big muscles, big dick and an even bigger ego, I thought, sharply.

He made me strip and led me to his unmade bed.  Enormous.  King-sized.  Fancy and comfortable.  Green silky sheets and plush pillows.

I was trembling when I slipped under the sheets next to him, assuming the brute would pounce on me instantly and start pounding away, knowing I couldn’t stop him at this point if I wanted to, despite his reassurances.  This was far outside of my wildest dreams.  I hoped to maybe give the big guy a thank you BJ and be on my way.  Not ever in a million years did I expect him to want to fuck me.

To my surprise he grabbed me and pulled me against him and… snuggled me, his chest to my back, his iron hard arms encircling me.

“Whoa,” I said.  “The Captain is a cuddler?”

“Sometimes,” I felt his chest rumble in my back when he spoke, his cigarette and whisky breath warm on my ear.  “I’ve had some tough times lately.  Feels nice to be close to someone.  You mind?”

“Not even a little.”

I glanced at some scars on his forearms.

“I suppose I don’t want to know what made these,” I said, tracing a particularly wicked one on his right forearm.

“Some of them are top secret.  If I told you I’d have to kill you.”

“Ha!  Please don’t kill me Alpha!”

He laughed at that, pointed at one scar on the back of his hand.  

“I can tell you about this one.”

“Hmm?”

“Bar fight.  He started it.  Pulled a knife.”

“Bad ass.  College?”

“No.  Three weeks ago.”

I chuckled at that.

“Shh.  Sleep now.”

Good god.  

He wasn’t kidding about sleeping.  The man pulled me closer, let out a big sigh and fell asleep, snoring lightly.  And there was no getting out of his arms.  They were like warm concrete pillars around me.

I wasn’t tired in the slightest, but his steady breathing and warm body lulled me to sleep, or at least into a light doze.

I awoke with a start a few hours later and I realized several things at once; it was nighttime, it was snowing and Officer Captain Alpha Chris Redfield was fucking me.

I gave a startled grunt and he moaned in response and pressed himself deeper inside me, holding me tighter.  We were both on our sides, his steel arms holding me to him even tighter as he entered me inch by inch.

“Ohhhhh fuckkkk…” I moaned, falling to pieces beneath his onslaught.

He paused his movements, kissed the back of my neck and I felt his scratchy 10 o clock shadow burn and his soft lips as he bottomed out.

“You okay?  Too much for ya?”

Oh my god yes, Chris you are fucking huge and hard as a rock.  It’s too goddamn much.

“No, sirrrrrr.  Unnnh.  Not.  Not at all.  Unnhhh.  Oh my fucking GOD.”

He chuckled a little, then started and I instantly regretted it.  For a brief second there I forgot that not only was he going to shove this big dick in me, but now he was going to move it inside me.  How was that even possible—-

The man fucked me senseless.  Every time I thought I had reached the height of pain and  pleasure a human body could feel he busted that door down and found new heights.

There was a desperate animal somewhere deep down inside me that was struggling to escape him  but the rest of me was having none of that, delighting in his torment.  I clawed at the sheets to try and escape him, but he grabbed my wrists and pinned them down.

He was on top of me at that point, his big body surging on me, pressing in deeper than I had ever felt anyone go.  Was it painful?  Yes, there was pain involved, but the pleasure mixed in and most certainly, his pleasure made me endure it.

I nearly asked him to stop, but the words got tangled in all of the moans and I came at some point, reaching a dizzying crescendo of pleasure beneath his thrusts that had me spraying his sheets.  I was mortified but I couldn’t form words, let alone warn him that I was about to go off like a firehose.

He was kissing and biting my ear at this point, groaning and grunting with his efforts.  I was helpless, pliable, enslaved beneath him as he started to fuck me harder, as his grunts started going somewhere.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned in my ear.  “Take this fucking load, kid.  Take it deep inside you.”

“Yes sir,” I mewled as his dick got even harder, the thrusts more intense until I felt a wave of heat erupt into me, his muscles tense around me, he gave me a few more savage thrusts then groaned as he stiffened and at last his body was still, sweaty, panting on top of me.

My head was spinning, my brain not firing on all cylinders.  Fireworks were going off behind my eyes.

I started giggling.  I couldn’t help myself.  

He stayed on me, and in me until his breathing returned to normal.  He wasn’t crushing me, he just felt heavy and warm on me.  

“What’s funny?” He finally managed as he rolled off.

I looked at him and the look he gave back was cockier than ever, like he owned me now.

“I was just thinking if this were a crime scene and I was dead they would find more of your DNA in me than my own,” I said breathlessly.

He busted up laughing, a deep heartfelt sound.  The man needed to laugh, too.  That was clear.

“You came about a gallon in me.”

“You’ll be alright.  I get my blood checked for friggin everything weekly.  Part of the job.  So, was it good?”

“Your ego is already out of control.  I don’t wanna feed the fire...”

He laughed.  “That’s not fair.  I saved your life and you can’t even answer a question?”

“Fine.  I don’t have that much experience but… that was the hottest I’ve ever had.  You’re like a force of nature.  No one I’ve been with has come close.”

“Fuckin A,” he smirked.

“Cocky bastard.  Alpha indeed.”

“Snowing outside,” he said, glancing at the window and lighting a cigarette.

“Kicking me out?” I asked, trying not to sound wounded.

“Course not,” he said, blowing out a wreath of acrid smoke.  “I got more in me than that.”

“Oh lord.  Not anytime soon you don’t.  I’m the one that  needs some recovery time after that.”

I was more than a little sore.  I could see all of Chris again in the chilly winter light, his planes of muscle, tight stomach, massive arms and his softening dick.  Even in this state it was more than formidable.

He pounded me with that?!

I reached out a little tentatively and felt his biceps which felt like oak bedposts stretched under hot skin.

“You like muscles?” He asked.

“Yessir I do.  Especially yours.  How often do you work out?”

“Aww this is all natural.”

“Liar.”

“You don’t really care.”

“Just trying to make conversation.”

“Don’t lie.  You don’t give a rat's ass about my workout routine though.  You just appreciate the results.  I can respect that.”

“Good,” I said, kissing his left bicep.

His playful tone emboldened me to slither across him and bite his hairy pec lightly, then lick his nipple.  I figured if he didn’t want me to he was more than capable of stopping me and a cringey submissive side of me almost wanted him to.  I heard a sharp intake of breath and a deep rumble like a growl.

“My nipples are extremely sensitive.”

“I’m sorry.  Am I hurting you?” I asked playfully, giving the other one a lick.

“The nerve endings go straight to my dick.”

“Fascinating.”

“You keep it up and you’re gettin this dick again.”

“Do you need another nap?”

He didn’t.  He manhandled me, pulled me on top of him and was inside me, harder than ever.  At the sensation of being possessed by him all semblance that I had any sort of control evaporated.  I went to pieces in his grip.

“Ohhhhh goddddd…” I moaned.

He continued lazily smoking as I was impaled, his arms bracing me where I was, full of him.  I fell against him and groaned.  At last, he finished his cigarette, took another belt from the beer bottle and then surged beneath me, knocked me on my back, mounted me and was balls deep.

I yelped at the sensation.

“I warned you,” he chuckled.  “Now you’re really gonna get it.”

He wasn’t kidding.  This time he fucked me face to face.  Well, my face to the upper part of his chest unless he leaned down to kiss me. His kisses were deep, wet and all-consuming.  He tasted like cigarettes and whiskey.  His tongue probed my mouth and felt nearly as invasive as his other invasion of my body which was enough to drive me out of my mind.

Somewhere in the back of my mind I registered the shock of him kissing me.  It was a first.  Straight guys don’t  bother, in my experience.  They let you swing on their dick all day, but kissing is for sissies.

All I could do was clutch the unyielding muscles in his back and hang on for dear life.  With his mouth over mine for most of the time, all communication was cut off and I did nothing but ride the wave of his onslaught.

He fucked me harder this time, in this position, and he lasted longer.  I was beyond my ability to speak by the end.  I came again, this time without even touching myself.    

When at last he groaned deep in his chest and flooded me with warmth, he gave a few more deep, savage thrusts and then grew still on me.

I was panting to the point of nearly hyperventilating beneath him, and my entire body was trembling.  If the first time was a 10, this was a 50.

My face was rubbed raw from his stubble, my lips felt swollen and sore and I still hadn’t regained my ability to speak.  I felt I might be hoarse from all the screaming I did.

When he took it out, I groaned as the adjustment of NOT having him in me sent a jolt of pain rocketing through me.

Without a word, he picked me up like I was nothing and tossed me over his shoulder.  I was so beyond caring about what this man would do to me, I didn’t even react.  I had the dim far-away thought that he probably rescued hostages like this.

He brought me to the big clawfoot tub in the bathroom and turned the water on us.  Not hot, but a little chilly.  I clung to him as he made me stand and he kissed me under the spray, rubbing shampoo into my hair.

He held me up with no effort.  When he was done washing me he turned his back to me, passed me a sponge and I washed his back, shampooed his thick silky hair.

I got down on my knees and soaped him up entirely, even his big dick which twitched to a half hard state, to my horror.  I could not take one second more without recovering, but telling Chris no was impossible for me.  I simply could not form the words.

I soaped his chest, making sure to avoid his nipples.  He chuckled at that, giving me his level three cocky look.  He didn’t just own me, now.  Now I was his little bitch.

When we stepped out, he tossed me a big black towel and I used it to dry him all over, then he dried me.

We ended up back in bed, naked, and I fell asleep in his arms again.