`It looks like you were enjoying my smell before I came in here, if youdon't want anyone to find out about this you are just going to have to dowhat I...say until I let you go.'This seemed like a dream to me, being caught all alone in the locker roomall alone with the boy of my dreams who wanted to dominate me. I slowlynodded my head and almost instantly he took my head and forced it into hisshorts over his crotch. It smelt even more amazing than his briefs, I couldfeel his manhood start to rise. "Your husband made it through the surgery just fine. Now we have to wait to see if his body accepts the man's heart." That's wonderful, thank you, thank you, thank you," she hugged the man much to his discomfort. A beautiful woman his age embracing him. A brilliant doctor afraid of rejection of any beautiful woman. That was why he was a lonely bachelor. She felt his stiffness and stepped back with a smile on her face. "When can I see him?"He'll be in recovery for a few hours." C.mon, I'll buy. I knew I was different from most other people, but I lacked understanding. I suppressed my thoughts and needs for two reasons: One was that I wanted to be accepted by the people I went to school and worked with, which to this day has never really happened. And two I had been the victim of sexual molestation for several years when I was younger, by several people, so at the time I equated sexual contact with other males with being painful and shameful. The world I lived in up until then. The remains of his shirt were draped over his broadened shoulders like a ragged cape. The garment’s front and arms ripped open in ragged tears, exposing the rising and falling expanse of his enlarged chest and thickened biceps. His underwear, tucked under the base of his jutting nine-inch shaft still held on somehow, its contours bulged obscenely between his legs.“Oh god, Stan, don’t,” she cried as she shrunk behind the stack of food canisters. Her husband’s disproportionate frame lurched.