Marlon was a huge stud of a man I must admit. He must have been 6ft 3 at least and he had quite the chiseled muscley body that I would often find myse...f staring at if I spotted him in his garden. He was a single black guy who always loved to help everyone in the street whether it's gardening or some d.i.y round the house. But today he needed some help."You know I'm not usually the type to ask..." he went on "but could you or Mike quickly pop to mine and help me with a shelf?".I didn't even. My pretty stepsister Susan had already accepted a proposal of marriage from a scary ex-military officer with a history of brushes with the legal system.His name is not overly important, but for purposes of clarity, I will call him Johnny. I have to admit Johnny struck a chord of fear in my core because I had seen his “thousand yard stare” in lots of other veterans with mental issues swept under the carpet in civilian life. I think he was shrewd enough to see through our guise of proper behavior. Maxwell told me when I got through to him. "Seriously, Alan, I'm sorry to bug you with this, but my malpractice coverage is specific about limiting me to the players and coaches here except in cases of emergency. I don't think a chest cold would qualify." Chest cold? Can't they just give whoever it is some Dayquil and a shot of steam? How serious can a chest cold be?" I don't know, Alan. I don't even know if it is a chest cold; they won't let me near her. But this is some chest. You'd better. ." he said as he shuddered with pleasure. "Now, do you REALLY want me to stop?" I said as I rubbed the lump in his pants faster. "Oh god...I...no...keep going...." he mumbled. He sat there for a couple seconds longer in ecstasy until he opened his eyes and stared me down with an overpowering lust-filled stare. Suddenly, he tore my hand away from his pants and pushed me up against the wall. "Now the tables have turned...it's my turn to do what I want, what I've wanted to do since I saw you,.