Chapter 4
The Clash

 

 

The sun had not long set but the light of day was decreasing and it would not be too long before all would be consumed by darkness. It was less than thirty seconds following the impact of his body with the concrete, when the jumper regained consciousness. Prior, the runner had lay beside him dazed, as stars swirled before his eyes. Both had hit their heads on the path but because the jumper had been high on the wall, he had hit very hard. When the runner finally regained his normal vision, he thought he had killed the other man but then he saw his chest rising and falling.

 

The jumper began to moan occasionally and then finally, with a slight jolt that brought him back to consciousness, his eyes opened and he groaned as he reached to grab at the drilling pain in his head. The runner was sitting up and looking down at the man’s face, when the jumper saw him looking at him with an expression of disbelief.

 

In what would be only several extended moments, time would seem to drag on forever. Within those timeless moments, the jumper would experience a multitude of thoughts and feelings while existing inside of his displaced consciousness.

 

The jumper was dazed and confused and for a time he did not know where he was or what was happening. He said nothing as he let his eyes scan while trying to gain some type of clarity. He was however, immediately taken aback by the appearance of the man looking down at him. His first thought was that the man was spectacular, at least in that rugged, bad boy, criminal element type of way and at most, in a way that could have seen him on a billboard, on the cover of a magazine or like some rare and captivating porn star.

 

The jumper’s second thought was the man was irresistible with an incredible, masculine and powerful body. There were also his eyes. They were such a deep brown but they were beautiful in a strange way. They looked like liquid chocolate and it made them seem sad, as if at any moment they would melt and drip like tears down his face. At the same time they were glistening and clear like they held the answers to life. They made the jumper think he could fall in love with their softness or drown within their depth; however, in that moment, more than anything, they unsettled the jumper to his core.

 

Still swiftly scanning and taking everything in, he noticed the baggy though revealing singlet, which fell lightly over the runner’s hard, taut and sun bronzed body. Two tattooed snakes emerged from his back, over his shoulders and then entwined around his muscular upper arms, their heads resting upon enormous biceps. One snake had an open mouth showing fangs, forked tongue and dripping venom, its eyes aggressive but engaging. The other snake’s mouth was closed, its eyes almost passive.

 

The jumper’s eyes flashed between the snakes and then settled upon the snake on the left arm. He could not quite distinguish the feelings initiated by the tattoos but the alterations made the one on the left seem peaceful, perhaps unthreatening. He did not think it was a depiction of good versus evil but he could not determine its representation. It seemed the snake on the left was soft while the one on the right was hard.

 

The jumper wondered what other ink artwork lay beneath the loose fitting singlet and as he did, he allowed his gaze to surreptitiously consume the flesh of the partially revealed chest, as well as a large, dark coloured nipple, which peaked out from behind the material. Unexpectedly, the jumper felt desire fill his body, in a way it had not for a very long time. Uncharacteristically, he wanted to reach out and touch the smooth and tanned skin.

 

Looking at the stranger and taking in his entire appearance, from his face and his eyes to his body and the singlet, it seemed impossible for the jumper not to be consumed by thoughts of sex. There was no questioning the stranger was a hot and very impressive man but he seemed to simply ooze sex from every pore of his skin.

 

Despite his desire, as he looked at the weathered face and the strong and powerful body with the disturbing, snake tattoos, the jumper concluded the man was a thug and a criminal, which along with other perceptions, would influence the events that were to follow.

 

Realistically the jumper was still dazed but even so, he was still completely besotted upon opening his eyes to the sight of this man. Suddenly, though, he remembered what had happened. His mind snapped back, the pain in his head seared and then his irritation grew, changing the nature of what he was thinking and feeling.

 

As he noted the highly visible change fill the eyes of the jumper, the runner asked with sincere concern, “Are you okay?”

 

The jumper yelled, “What the fuck did you think you were doing?”

 

Surprised by the aggression, the runner went on the defensive immediately and with an extreme tone of sarcasm he said, “What the fuck was I doing? How about we rephrase the question and ask what the fuck were you doing? Please tell me what sort of idiot tries to commit suicide by jumping twelve feet into deep water?”

 

The jumper looked at him with a stolid expression but now he understood. He realised the guy had incorrectly thought he was going to commit suicide. The man was trying to stop him, to save him, however, in an unspoken sarcastic thought, he wondered if the man had ever heard of speaking, as opposed to rash and impulsive actions leading to possible concussion? He began to wonder why someone would think he would try to commit suicide in such an odd way and in such a public location? A moment later, though, he remembered the reason he had been standing on the wall in the first place.

 

The jumper still felt the hot, drilling pain coursing through his head and it only revitalised his anger. He was also irritated and unimpressed with some thug referring to him as an idiot. He was an intelligent man who had been very well educated and slights to the contrary were an affront to his self-perception. He reacted and spoke spontaneously.

 

“Who the fuck asked you to get involved?”

 

“No one asked but obviously I was an idiot for trying to help a pathetic moron that can’t do anything right,” the runner yelled in reply.

 

“Well now that’s settled and now that we both know I’m pathetic and a moron and we’re both idiots, perhaps you could fuck off and leave me the fuck alone,” the jumper replied with an angry and irritated tone.

 

The runner looked with surprise at the jumper. This was not at all the reaction he had been expecting. In truth he had not actually been expecting anything in particular but he thought this reaction would have been a one hundred to one long shot. He wanted to clip the guy on the jaw as a response. He wanted to say, “Screw you” and then walk away. However, as the entire sequence of eccentric events, as well as their following dialogue sunk in, he found it amusing and he released a small though breathy laugh.

 

Initially the jumper looked up at the man and was livid from his amused reaction. A moment later, though, he caught on and as he too considered what had passed between them, he began to quietly laugh as well. They looked at each other knowingly and a little repentantly.

 

“I’m Eli,” the runner said with a grin from ear to ear, his white teeth and red lips presenting a magnificent smile, while his hand extended as a show of both peace and greeting.

 

“Dane,” the jumper replied, as he looked down at Eli’s hand, considered it and then finally took it hesitantly into his own.

 

Eli saw Dane begin to lift himself into a seated position. He stood up, slid his hand beneath Dane’s arm and lifted him to his feet. He walked him off the footpath and onto the grassed rise behind them. He turned Dane around and once facing the harbour again, he sat him back down and joined him. They sat together for quite some time, silence pervading despite the myriad thoughts running through both men’s minds.

 

Regardless of the situation he was in, Dane’s mind briefly revisited the place it had resided for the entire day. His mind had been a place of hurt, pain and anger and as a consequence, he had come to this picture-postcard scene, which for the first time in his life, he was silently referring to as a God-forsaken hole.

 

Instantly Dane felt the heavy emotions once more and his heart ached. He concluded immediately that under these circumstances, now was not the time and so he pushed the memories away. He would have allowed them to continue had he not become aware of the movement of the desirable man that was seated at his side.

 

They sat unmoving as their respective thoughts churned about whom the other was and what should or should not be said. Twilight was concluding within their silence, the stars were beginning to appear and the bats in the massive trees that surrounded them had already begun to stir. The many and varied lights of the city were becoming more apparent and yet despite all of the sights, sounds and movements, there was not another soul in sight.

 

A brief time passed though it seemed like forever, as the two young men sat in the quiet of each other’s company. Distant sounds of the city were a low hum and the loudest alternative noise was the salt water slapping against the harbours retaining wall.

 

Dane’s thoughts were of himself. He was questioning how he could explain what he was doing standing on the wall, without having to go too deeply into why. He could not find an answer, other than the detailed truth, which he did not want to discuss.

 

Eli’s thoughts were more prominently in regard to Dane and his assumed, attempted suicide. He wanted to know why, he wondered if he was going to try it again and he also thought that suicide was not a solution. He had created a forced attitude that nothing could be that bad. To Eli these days, it suggested weakness and an unwillingness to become strong and to take control of the life a person was dealt.

 

Uncertain of exactly how he should react to this man or if he should even raise the issue, Eli dismissed his current hard headed, inflexible manner. Generally he said what he wanted regardless of what people thought but under the circumstances, he thought an adjustment was required. His impatience to understand got the better of him and so he decided to make light of the situation to raise the subject. Unfortunately, Dane did not take kindly to the joke.

 

Eli began, “So, did you mislay your gold watch or something?”

 

Even though Dane had not been about to kill himself and had no intentions to the contrary, he knew that Eli thought he was going to and therefore he knew what Eli was suggesting. Dane was instantaneously incensed by the remark, which he thought dismissed human pain that led to a choice to commit suicide, as little more than an inappropriate opening for insensitive humour. It specifically affected Dane because of the event that had led him to the harbour. He also considered Eli’s remark to be patronising.

 

Outwardly, Dane did not flinch noticeably but inside he was moving the needle on the Richter scale to nine point nine. He turned slowly with disciplined control and let his gaze fall and fix upon the man beside him. Dane wanted to verbally strike out and to tell Eli to go fuck himself while suggesting animal mating as to the cause of his conception. It was an extreme reaction but it was simply masking all the pain that was truly bothering him. Even Dane knew at a deeper level that such a reaction would be uncalled for.

 

“I broke a fingernail,” Dane replied instead, with bland sarcasm and with a stone face that rivalled granite.

 

Aware of the sarcasm and the fuck you tone, Eli turned to look back at him, his mind suppressing the surprised expression that would have mimicked his thoughts.

 

“Perhaps you should indulge in a Calcium supplement as an alternative to stupidity,” Eli said blatantly and with all the condescension he could muster.

 

“I like to try new things. It’s a great way of meeting new people, although, sometimes I find myself dredging the bottom of the barrel,” Dane threw back quickly but also feeling even more pissed off with the hot and sexy thug.

 

“They say like attracts like,” Eli said.

 

“They also say opposites attract,” Dane countered.

 

“They also say that when you’re walking perilously close to the edge of a precipice, it would be wise to watch how and where you step. Particularly when someone is walking there with you,” Eli threatened.

 

Knowing from Eli’s appearance and tone of voice, an aggressive verbal match of wits was definitely not a smart choice, still Dane pressed with the harsh insinuation, “Save a life, take a life, what does it matter to you?”

 

The discourse between the two strangers had once again moved beyond the normal. It appeared they were incapable of civil communication and as a consequence, a power play of personalities was in the making. Subsequently, despite extreme attractions to each other, both men were unexpectedly experiencing an intense dislike of the other.

 

“I see you’re a gutsy little fuck but let me offer a word of warning. It’s one thing to have the stones to talk hard but it’s another completely, to back the talk up if it becomes necessary. It’s where the line is drawn and that line separates intelligence and stupidity,” Eli said assertively.

 

Reactively, Dane glared at Eli but even so, in a way that was out of the ordinary for him, he felt like he was out of his league. He was not a particularly physically oriented man. He was more the cerebral type and he made up for what he saw as his insufficiencies, with the use of his mind.

 

What Dane was seeing in front of him was a very hot man who appeared would be very physically capable and that he also thought was a thug. However, in combination, Eli was also presenting intelligence and quite a clever use of words. The man seemed to Dane to be the complete package.

 

From the moment Dane had opened his eyes, there had been a sexual thought that he wanted to get naked with Eli. He had dismissed the thought as just an attraction for a man he would never allow himself to get involved with. During the course of their brief interaction, though, the man was showing he was much more than Dane had pigeonholed him to be. Eli’s rugged and desirable good looks, as well as his super-impressive body, along with how easily he was holding his own in their aggressive and competitive dialogue, made Dane feel intimidated. It bothered Dane that this bad boy was without trying, deeply embedding himself as a force to be reckoned with. No man had ever been able to get under his skin so quickly and yet, in that moment, without even a genuine conversation having taken place, Dane felt seriously intimidated and yet sexually turned on.

 

It was a presumption on Dane’s part that Eli was a criminal. There were no pointers really, apart from the snake tattoos or the easy adjustment to aggressive and threatening speech and also, an ability to throw a scary look whenever Eli wanted to. It was an aura at best, a persona of a bad boy and a sense that Eli would cross lines that others would not.

 

In addition to Dane’s presumptions about Eli’s life and lifestyle, he was further holding onto a stereotyped thought and attitude about Eli’s intelligence and communication skills. He had no right to judge and categorise Eli, however, Dane thought it seemed wrong for a man that looked the way he did, to sound the way he did. In essence, Eli sounded educated and yet Dane held a perception that Eli was a very low-end thug.

 

As a consequence of Eli’s threatening words and also of his own judgements about Eli, Dane’s pride was not about to let this guy think that he could just walk all over him. He knew Eli had been subject to mistaken interpretation about his exact actions on the wall, however, as he was now feeling intimidated, as well as inadequate and pissed off with Eli, he saw no reason not to use that mistake to his own advantage.

 

“If your mind hasn’t fully grasped the preceding events, I was about to neck myself and so to bring some clarity to that excessively high IQ of yours, threats on my life are like candles in the wind, not really impressive.”

 

Eli’s face remained impassive but he still could not believe the stones on this guy. If he had not already believe that Dane wanted to kill himself, Eli would have been using the line, “Do you have a death wish?” He also did not take kindly to the IQ remark, knowing full well it was a dig at his intelligence. Still, he thought, average people did not regularly react to threatening situations with bold faced, fuck you, remarks.

 

“There’s more than one way to skin a cat,” Eli replied.

 

Dane shot back without even blinking an eye, although he knew the risk and danger before his anger made him say, “I’m not surprised taking the lives of defenceless animals would be to your taste. Do you rape them first?”

 

“No but I’m considering arse-fucking you to see how smart that mouth will be when I draw blood,” Eli said, resorting to fear tactics while secretly thinking that fucking this smart mouthed, hot piece of arse, would be worth its weight in gold.

 

At the same time, Eli resented that Dane would not back down and it was pissing him off. He wanted to bitch slap him and put him in his place. He wanted Dane to know that no man would ever again be allowed to underestimate or disrespect him. Eli believed he was the one in control of his life and that no one had the right to make him feel differently. No one had the right to perceive him as less than he was. He was prepared to cross any line to see to that fact and if Dane did not back down soon, he would show him the mistake he had made and slug him on the jaw.

 

Dane could not believe the arrogance of Eli to imply he was so well endowed that he would draw blood if he fucked him. At the same time, the thought of this ripped and buff and obviously dangerous man, ploughing him deep and hard, suddenly made Dane’s cock react and thicken within his jeans. He felt momentarily lustful and with fleeting thoughts, he imagined Eli’s naked body above him. Dane imagined Eli’s hard cock redesigning his rectum while his rugged face flushed with sex-induced blood, as his sultry, brown eyes looked down at him fearlessly.

 

This whole situation was really very odd to Dane. Sure he was attracted to Eli but Dane was not a man who involved himself in spontaneous, anonymous sex. He was a man with a soft heart and he was a romantic and an idealist. He also hated Eli at that moment and he was also angry with him. Even though Dane was not sure why, he was getting angrier and more turned on by the minute. Additionally, as a general rule Dane was verbally confident and capable, relying heavily on his intelligence and his ability to win battles with a clever or crushing oratory. At that moment however, Eli was making him flustered and Dane was feeling lost for words.

 

Another clever response was already waiting in the wings of Dane’s mind but somehow where Eli was concerned, it seemed deficient. Even as the words were leaving Dane’s mouth, they felt inadequate and he thought something more, a showstopper, was required. Dane was more a man of words than actions and a warning flashed in his mind as the idea came to him, however, he ignored the warning precariously.

 

Dane said, “Draw blood? I suppose that’d depend on whether you’re all talk and bluster or whether you’ve got the quantity of goods to carry out the threat?”

 

The statement was said condescendingly, however, in an act of utter audaciousness, he reached across immediately and cupped his hand over Eli’s crotch through his shorts.

 

Dane instantly regretted submitting to his role in an angry game of one-upmanship. He thought as a consequence things were probably about to really get out of hand but when he felt a huge, thick slab of meat fill his palm, all he could think was that without a word, the bad boy had won.

 

Eli did not even flinch. His head tilted down and looked at Dane’s hand cupping his very thick cock. He thought that this was simply the gutsiest and yet the most outrageously stupid countermove he had ever encountered. On one level Eli wanted to smile because it amused him. On another level because Dane was a smart arse, he also wanted to beat him unconscious. However, because Dane was hot and because his hand on his cock was turning him on and finally, because he knew a straight man would never resort to such a tactic, Eli assumed Dane was gay and so he decided on a third option.

 

The actual idea that came to Eli was not thought out or rationalised. It was just a short order, big picture solution, drawn loosely from the concept of cause and effect. Eli could sense that this guy was a big talker but low on action and Eli believed that as a consequence, he could scare Dane into backing down.

 

Eli’s chosen course had nothing to do with needing people to submit to him. It was simply that he had tried to help this guy and he had been attacked for it. When he tried to be nice or funny, the guy had responded with nasty remarks and insinuations. Eli knew that had it been someone other than a person who he thought was in a dark place; he would already have laid the person out and left. There was just something both inexplicable and irritating about this guy and Eli felt a need to put him in his place.

 

The actual scenario that formed in Eli’s mind was well beyond anything he would have thought or done at any other time. It was extreme to say the least but he really wanted to teach Dane a lesson. Eli’s actual thought was to pretend he was going to rape him, at least until Dane showed his true nature and begged him not to hurt him.

 

With the hand on his meat, Eli felt his cock begin to grow but then before Dane was even aware of what he had initiated, Eli slapped Dane’s hand away. He lifted his gaze, which he made harder and turned the aggressive stare on Dane. Just for a moment Eli saw an “oh fuck” expression cross Dane’s face, before it vanished with false control.

 

Eli knew from Dane’s enforced change of expression, the guy was aware something was about to happen but even so, Dane still refused to swallow his pride or apologise or anything. Eli wanted to shake his head at him but he dismissed the thought and just decided he was definitely going to do what he had in mind.

 

Eli rose to his feet in an instant and then he bent down and his fist grabbed the collar of Dane’s shirt. He dragged him to his feet with little effort, in a show of obvious strength. His fist pushed against Dane’s chest, walking him backwards, up along the rise of the grass, intensity and aggression filling his eyes, as they stared deeply into Dane’s.

 

Dane was immediately filled with fear and he wished he had simply walked away instead of entering into his smart arse diatribe. He gasped as he stumbled but the strength of the arm held him upright and then he wondered when the hot and angry man was going to begin bashing him. He suddenly noticed Eli was walking him backwards into the density of the massive trees. He thought he was walking him out of sight of any possible witnessing eyes. He wondered if Eli was going to kill him.

 

Darkness had completely fallen and as the trees seemed to block the moonlight and all alternative light sources, the thick shadowing of the trees made the darkness all the more frightening.

 

Eli suddenly turned Dane and pushed him hard. Dane’s back slammed into the huge trunk of one of the trees but before he could even get his bearings, Eli’s hand was over his mouth to stop him from crying out. Eli’s elbow was pointing down and so his forearm was holding Dane’s body against the tree. A moment later, Dane was stunned beyond belief. Eli’s other hand slid inside Dane’s jeans, his fist wrapping around his cock and then his hard body of muscle was pressing against him tightly.

 

Dane was afraid while also experiencing a type of claustrophobia, as the large and muscular body squeezed against him. Eli was in his face, so close that Dane could feel his breath become like a damp condensation on his upper lip. He could also smell Eli’s body, which somehow managed to increase his desire for Eli. It was a manly, sweaty and natural scent, which invaded his olfactory senses. With a swift and sudden though fleeting thought, Dane was momentarily consumed with desire and attraction but then the fear kicked in again.

 

“You want to feel another man’s cock, then prepare yourself because you’re about to really feel mine. I’m going to fuck you, you little bitch, until I rip you a new arsehole,” Eli growled aggressively and then released his hand from Dane’s mouth so he could beg.

 

Eli was certain his plan was going to work. Dane was not even putting up a fight, his eyes were terrified and Eli was consciously waiting; expecting the smaller man would soon begin begging in fear.

 

For several minutes Dane had been consumed with fear. He was afraid of being bashed, then he was afraid of dying and now he was afraid of being raped. It was all building within him but then unexpectedly and inexplicably, everything suddenly changed.

 

Dane’s eyes, which had been filled with fear, were now filling with shocked confusion, which was in response to an unexpected reaction from his body. Dane was getting an erection. His thoughts and emotions, which had been turbulent because of everything that had happened in recent months, as well as what was happening right now, were suddenly awash with uncontrollable desire. It was confusing him but as Eli’s hard body crushed him against the rigid bark of a tree, Dane’s thoughts, feelings and emotions were being swept into insignificance, by something within him he had never experienced. It was something raw, something untested and something untried.

 

Dane’s erection was now rock hard in Eli’s hand, his fear was transforming to lust and his body began to submit to the heat and desire of this crucible of erotic action and aggressive assertiveness. It made no sense to him because this was not who he was but he could not negate the all-consuming need, which was making him breathless. His confusion made him angrier with Eli but no matter how much Dane tried to focus on his anger, it too began to transform into unleashed feelings he had never believed he would want to embrace.

 

Eli felt Dane suddenly submit to him and to the dangerous game he was playing. He did not expect this reaction and he was caught off guard by it, when suddenly Dane’s cock was getting hard in his hand. The strange reaction to what he was doing, initiated an alternative that changed everything. It changed what Eli was thinking and what he was feeling and it also offered an opportunity, which in Eli’s mind was enticing.

 

Though Eli was surprised by the swift change in Dane, reactively Eli immediately changed his approach and his tongue was instantly spearing into Dane’s mouth. Dane accepted the aggressive kiss without struggle while Eli, now aware of the complete change, embraced the idea of a free fuck with no strings attached. Eli also allowed his aggressive, sexual nature, to actually kick in.

 

In that moment, as the silent agreement manifested, nothing else mattered or crossed either man’s mind, as two men’s sexual needs suffocated everything else that could stand in the way of the lustful joining of their bodies. The men’s bodies writhed against each other, Eli’s forcefully and Dane’s submissively and then, as Eli heard Dane’s first moan of enjoyment, he pulled away and then he dragged his singlet over his head and threw it to the ground. He then pushed his shorts and briefs until they fell to his ankles.

 

Dane looked at the stunning, almost completely naked body and then his eyes looked down to the thick erection, which stood hard like a Roman column, with a large scrotum hanging with a flooded weight between two enormous thighs. His eyes drew upward and he again took in the sight of the shapely and powerful body, as he stood frozen with desire.

 

Eli looked in recognition of the expression his naked appearance and presence so often received, during random sexual encounters. Taking a small step, his hands unhitched the belt and the button and then split the zip. He forced the jeans and briefs down but without stopping, his hands changed direction, rising up and dragging the button-up shirt over Dane’s head, in a hungry and time saving action.

 

Dane’s mouth hung open but it was short lived, as suddenly Eli was all over him. Eli gripped him hard, he handled him roughly and he pulled him and twisted him and crushed him, as he ground his cock mercilessly against him and kissed him violently. It was raw and unbridled sex between two strangers, one savagely passionate and the other refined but desperate. Dane’s arms embraced the huge torso and then the tips of his fingers dragged hard down Eli’s back, as he felt and absorbed the feeling of male flesh strapped tightly over hidden and unseen, powerful muscle.

 

Eli was now certain both of them wanted what was happening. He had been so attracted to Dane and he had wanted to fuck him but had no intentions of actually doing so. The unexpected change in Dane showed Eli that Dane wanted it too. Eli’s game to teach him a lesson by scaring the shit out of him was now no longer a part of the equation.

 

Stepping back, Eli bent down and dragged his runners from his feet and then kicked his shorts and briefs to the side. Fully naked, he looked at Dane and even amidst the darkness, he saw the desperate desire in Dane’s eyes, as Dane looked back at his completely naked body. Eli even saw his Adam’s apple extend and then roll from a large and nervous yet desirous swallow.

 

Eli was once again in control. His ego was being stroked by approving eyes and he felt empowered. He stepped back toward Dane and then crouched down. He lifted a leg and pulled a black lace-up shoe and sock from Dane’s foot and threw it to the side. He released his hold on the leg and as it returned to the ground, Dane automatically lifted the other leg for Eli, as if required or expected. Eli grinned at the offer and then after removing the second shoe and sock, he dragged the jeans and underwear away as well.

 

Standing up, Eli looked at Dane’s naked body. It was a body created in a gym that was nicely defined and muscled for a man smaller than him. Dane was ripped and thick set, presenting an above average physique that was indeed what he had imagined when he first looked at Dane. This man was exactly what Eli liked in a man physically. Additionally, Dane’s body reminded him of someone very special from his past. As a consequence, instantly Eli felt a surge of emotions through his body. The emotions were angry, resentful and painful. Without his knowledge, those negative emotions flicked a switch deep inside of Eli and all of a sudden, extreme anger combined with his growing sexual desire.

 

With that thought and those emotions, Eli stepped forward. Their naked bodies came together hard and once again, Eli’s tongue moved aggressively into Dane’s mouth. The circumstances had obviously changed but it did not take anywhere near as long for Eli’s aggressive and dominating persona to re-establish its presence.

 

Amidst the deeply probing kiss, Dane’s tongue suddenly moved into Eli’s mouth and he kissed back with equal wantonness. Eli broke the kiss abruptly and said, “Stick out your tongue.”

 

Dane looked confused but did as he was told. Eli raised a hand to Dane’s face and then he ran his palm and fingers down over Dane’s tongue. The warm saliva covered Eli’s hand and then he wrapped it around his own cock, wiping it along the shaft and coating the flaring crown. Needing more lubrication, he spat into his palm before coating his cock again.

 

Eli’s movements were quick and decisive, dominantly determining every action with wanton force. He reached down and grabbed Dane’s thigh, lifting it up and pressing it against his right hip. His arm encircled around the raised thigh and then grabbing his own cock, Eli pushed his naked body hard against Dane’s. He then positioned his wet crest against a tight and clenching sphincter. He waited for nothing and immediately thrust and pushed his cock through the barrier.

 

Dane cried out, gasping from the burning sensations but the intimidating coercion had embraced his consciousness, taking him high. He could not believe he was in this position, he could not believe he was allowing it to happen and most of all, he could not believe how every part of him wanted it to continue. Dane discovered that he wanted the authoritative power of this strong and dominating man.

 

Eli drove his cock deep and hard and Dane’s cock throbbed as his gut was filled with Eli. Eli’s strong arms surrounded Dane and he pulled him hard against him and then pushed him back against the tree, as he lunged forward.

 

Eli did not slide in and out with easy or firm and consistent strokes but instead, he began to fuck him with lunging, deep body punches, jamming and ramming his cock so hard that Dane gasped with every movement. They were gasps of desperate and insatiable desire, if not, initially at least, pleasure.

 

This was a true sexual frenzy, as Eli fucked with aggression and a soul devouring need. It was a fuck from his mind, as well as a volatile excursion into physical heat, pressure and muscle, as the primitive rawness of male sexuality was unleashed with abandon.

 

Dane’s mind was suddenly freed from standards and limitations, from morals and issues of the heart and he felt like he was skydiving without a parachute. He was gasping for air, he was filled with lust for this powerful body and he wanted the cock that was drilling him, to never stop. He had never felt such excitement and he had never realised just how fine the line between pleasure and pain could be. It was a knife’s edge.

 

The heated exchange of physical desire was extraordinary, as their sweat covered bodies slid over each other. Dane’s cock rubbed against Eli’s impacting abdomen, every time Eli lunged and forced his cock deeper inside. Dane lifted his hand, pressed it against the back of Eli’s head and he pulled his lips to his and kissed him softly. It was wrong amidst such harsh and animalistic actions and Eli grabbed the hair on the back of Dane’s head and he pulled hard, dragging their lips apart.

 

“Fuck that shit,” he roared angrily, as Dane winced and cried out.

 

Eli glared at Dane. He wanted no part of tenderness and as he lunged and thrust his cock with an aggressive impact, he tightened his hold on Dane’s hair and as Dane gasped again, Eli pulled their lips together hard while releasing a gravelly and throaty growl.

 

Despite the darkness and shadows, Dane could see Eli so clearly. It seemed as if some distant or magical illumination reflected off Eli’s deeply tanned skin, as well as within his dark, brown eyes.

 

Dane was not lost to the show of anger that had responded to his tenderness. He did not understand it but he did not need to be a quick study to know that he would not try it again. In spite of the person he thought he was, Dane wanted this wild ride to continue and he felt as if he would cross almost any line, to keep the beautiful and powerful, naked man against him and also, to keep the incredibly thick cock inside of him. He did not understand why he felt so far removed from his nature but these different feelings, somehow were kidnapping him from himself.

 

Dane could feel the harshness of the tree tearing at his back but it held no comparison to the man at his front. Eli was wild and free and he fed his basic appetites without stigma or concern. He took what he wanted when he wanted it and he made it give him what he wanted. What he wanted right now was Dane and Dane had no hesitation in handing himself over.

 

Dane cried out again with a loud and satisfied groan and Eli fucked him harder. In his current life, Eli was no longer one for words during sex but the groans initiated from the sensitivity of each of his thrusts, said more than words could say. Eli was like a man insane with overflowing desire. His passion for fucking another man, seething from some deeply hidden well while his lust only escalated by the buzzing of his naked flesh, as it rubbed hard against the naked strength of another man.

 

“Fuck me,” Dane suddenly yelled wantonly, as he found himself needing this wild man inside of him so desperately. “Fill me, Eli, fuck me hard. Make me feel it; make me feel - something,” he added and then he groaned as his breath was punched from his lungs by another lunging penetration.

 

Eli looked at Dane, his eyes drilling almost as deeply as his bulging cock. It was a look that held no reservation in its offer of agreement and as Dane saw the unspoken response, his arms wrapped around the broad shoulders and he lifted his other leg off the ground and locked both around Eli’s exceptional body.

 

The remark, “Make me feel - something,” did not go unnoticed by Eli. He actually did consider it momentarily but not understanding it, he let it pass, particularly when Dane’s legs wrapped around him. A barely visible grin curled the corners of Eli’s mouth due to the locking action of Dane’s legs and as he tightened his hold and pushed Dane’s back against the tree once more, he fucked Dane like he was trying to break down a door that denied him his freedom.

 

This extraordinary sex, which was so uncharacteristic of Dane, somehow was capable of severing his mind from his thoughts and also his heart from his feelings, which had been consumed by his best friend, Daniel. He suddenly felt an unusual certainty that he had been deluding himself for a long time.

 

It was at that very moment that Dane felt like he wanted to cry. He did not know why because he was not feeling sad and he was no longer angry. All he knew was that he was brim filled with diverse and overwhelming emotions. He felt as if he had never been so free in his life and he could literally feel his psychological shackles falling away. He would never have believed he could feel this way but a volatile man, so diametrically opposed to him, had found a way to make him think that he was not at all who he thought he was. Every action in every way had been dangerous and outside of his purview but still, here he was, feeling so alive and free.

 

Dane was beginning to grunt and groan from the depths of his gut, as Eli’s cock’s broad circumference pushed the primal sounds from deep within him. Almost synchronously, Eli growled from deep within his chest, each time his pounding meat halted from the impact of their bodies. Dane tightened his arms around Eli’s body, pulling him closer and pressing his lips against the skin and muscle of Eli’s shoulder. As Eli slaughtered Dane’s cavern, Dane opened his mouth and for no other reason than lust and desire, he bit hard on the massive, left shoulder.

 

Eli roared but it was not from anger or pain in the way that most people would react. It was a release of psychological anger and pain through a binding with lust, which sent him to a place that only he could go. Eli launched himself into a final and relentless assault, fucking Dane like only a wild man could and as Dane’s teeth gripped hard without breaking the skin, he began to yell in sexual ecstasy and then his body began to shudder, before his cock painted Eli’s stomach and chest.

 

Feeling Dane exploding all over him without so much as the touch of a finger to his cock, Eli’s ego added to his sensations of euphoria and with a few final thrusts of cock induced pleasure, his nuts unleashed and he filled Dane with hot streams of arse-coating wonder.

 

Within the heavy darkness, if unassuming eyes had been watching at that moment, it would have been easy to mistake the men for an ancient Greek statue, of two naked warriors in arm-to-arm combat. Eli and Dane were entwined, holding each other tightly, their bodies still occasionally quivering and their quiet stillness consumed by the age-old need to recover from lust and desire expelled.

 

Their bodies were hot and sweating, their breathing was deep but easing and despite that the final note had been sung, both men were still hard. Regardless of the punishing collision of raw desire between consenting adults, unexpectedly the energy between them had changed. The embrace was now needful, warm and intimate and within it, a strange cognisance, almost recognition, stole the dominance of detachment covertly. Obliviously both men were holding on for support, however, neither was aware they were holding onto an unlikely closeness forming between them.

 

Eli, with all his power and strength, stood with his eyes closed, his chin resting on Dane’s shoulder and his arms wrapped around this man who had allowed him to set his wildness free. Dane’s eyes were also closed, his legs still locked around Eli’s body and his arms embracing the largeness of Eli’s shoulders and back. His face was turned away with his cheek resting on Eli’s shoulder. Dane felt released and exhausted but as his body began to quiet even more and his consciousness again became aware of the large cock still hard and deep inside of him; he was surprised to discover that he was filled with a desire to experience this man again.

 

Eli continued to maintain his strength and even as his body quivered and his legs felt weaker than normal, he held the man in his arms and against his body and considered that he would like to do this again. In Eli’s mind, he thought that Dane may have been unusual and even needed to be brought down a peg or two, however, at the same time, Eli could not override the sudden feeling of connection to this stranger in the dark.

 

Eli’s eyes sprung open revealing a disturbed expression. A hot fuck was one thing but a connection was not allowed. He took a single step backwards and with an adjustment of his hips, he withdrew his erection from within Dane. Dane’s eyes opened and his head lifted and turned. He did not want it to end but he knew what Eli’s actions meant. It was over.

 

To be continued...