The Aphrodisiac

It was my third trip to the Santa Barbara bus depot this month. I was still hoping to find the right person – the perfect man for our little experiment. I felt like the assistant to Dr. Frankenstein going out in the middle of the night to dig up body parts in order to make a monster, but this was nothing that frightful and, actually, I would have been playing the doctor part, anyway. I knew in my heart it was possible to find the guy we wanted. I was sure it would work - we just needed the perfect candidate. The last one had been good, but I was positive we could do better. I sat in the middle of the large loud room and scanned the doors where people entered – either after getting off a bus or coming in to buy tickets to leave on one. My gut told me this particular night was going to be that special one we had waited for so patiently.

That’s when he walked in – and my heart leapt for joy. He was about six two and pretty big – not huge, but big like he had played football in high school. And it also looked like he still kept in pretty good shape. I would have guessed he was about thirty-two or near there. His hair was kind of long and wild – giving him this beast-like appearance. He had heavy dark stubble across his face and his eyes were dark brown. The guy wore a green army jacket, a black t-shirt and ripped-up jeans. His shoulders filled out the clothes nicely and you could definitely make out the contours of a mouth-watering chest through the fabric of his shirt. He actually appeared like someone that might be auditioning for a porn movie. He looked rough around the edges and I could tell instantly he was alone, another bonus. I started racking my brain to figure out a way to introduce myself to him, but, to my surprise, he had already spotted me and came directly across the big space clearly intent on talking. I was slightly taken aback, but I kept my cool.

“Hey man, do you have a cigarette? I’ve been on a bus for two days and haven’t had one the entire time.”

“No, I’m afraid I don’t smoke, but how about I buy you a pack.”

He paused and looked at me coolly. I was disappointed to hear that he smoked, worried that such an unhealthy habit would throw the experiment off, but his size and demeanor definitely made him promising. I decided to stay and follow through on the pursuit. The big man continued to stare at me for a few more seconds and then some trigger went off in his head – as if I had passed a test and he could now trust me. He broke into a big smile.

“Naw, man, I don’t smoke either. I just needed a line to start up a conversation with you. I’m a guy looking for some action, you know what I mean?”

He draped what I could tell was a beefy arm around my shoulder and pulled me into his body. I held my breath for a few minutes, anticipating that he was going to have that “I’ve lived on the streets for a while” kind of smell, but when I inhaled the fragrance that met my nose was pleasing and all male. His aroma was strong and it reminded me of walking into Coach Adams’ office when I was in tenth grade – a musk that actually made my balls tighten with lust. I looked into his dark eyes and was pretty sure I got his drift.

“Listen, I don’t have any drugs – sorry.”

This caused the big guy to laugh out loud. A few people turned to look at us and I could tell my face flushed red. My new friend noticed my embarrassment and kind of half led, half carried my body over to a corner of the depot. He could sense I desired a little privacy. I got a strange feeling that he wouldn’t have minded if we were sharing our transaction with the entire world – he was cocky that way.

“You got me all wrong, Mr. Man. This body hasn’t ever been tainted with drugs. I was hoping you needed a big man to service you tonight.”

The sparkle in his eyes and the way he whispered this information in a deep sexy baritone voice made me weak at the knees. He was aware of my reaction and squeezed me tighter with what I could tell was a well-muscled arm. My cock started throbbing as it grew hard and my mouth fell open. A drug-free body would certainly make the results of the experiment even more powerful. My reaction pleased the guy and he chuckled lowly – as if he knew the answer already.

“I . . . um . . . I was here . . . kind of looking . . . looking for someone, someone special.”

“Well I’m the only special someone you’re ever going to need. At least for tonight. What’s your name, little fella?”

“I’m Gregg. Gregg with three gees. My last name is Milan.”

“Well Gregg with three gees, I’m Brick – as in hard as a brick shit house.”

This made the guy laugh and I could see his hefty pecs bouncing from the reaction. I also felt the beef on his biceps bunch up around my neck. It was such an intimate feeling to have with someone I’d just met, but I was instantly in love and Brick knew it.”

“So, you want to buy me dinner, Mr. Milan?”

This was the best news yet. Brick had no idea how much I hoped he wanted to get something to eat. That was the sole reason for me being in the bus depot in the first place. My positive feelings about this night were definitely coming true. I smiled back at the big man for the first time and he sensed the change within me.

“I happen to own a restaurant and it’s conveniently closed tonight – but I could open it for the right person.”

“Or the ‘right now’ person.”

Brick leaned in and kissed my cheek after he spoke. He also let his free hand fall to my crotch and he pressed his palm against my hard cock. Damn, he was a skilled player. I knew deep down that his boldness and his confidence was going to make the results of the experiment go through the roof. I actually thought about telling Brick what I really had to offer him, but decided against it. I didn’t want him to think I was some deranged freak. I knew it was better left as a surprise. Suddenly, I also felt bold and brought my right hand up to the pec closest to me. It was easy to find his nipple – mainly because it was so big and jutting out hard. I squeezed tightly and twisted at the same time. This caused Brick to moan – a little too loudly. People turned to look at us again. This time I didn’t care. I knew I had found the perfect specimen for our little experiment.

As we left the depot and started walking toward State Street I began to realize Brick was even more perfect than I had imagined. It was obvious he was very bright and his gregarious personality increased my anticipation about our potential results. He kept his big arm around my shoulder as we moved up the crowded sidewalk. A couple of times we received unfriendly glares from someone and Brick just stared back and growled – yes, he actually growled – which made the person quickly look away. I could tell his beast-like reaction intimidated everyone – even a group of frat boys that seemed to first think about picking a fight, but Brick’s size and loud growl made them scurry away timidly. Their fast departure made Brick laugh loudly and he squeezed my neck tightly, which pushed more blood down into my cock – making it hard to hide my excitement. I led the big guy down an alley-like opening off of the main street and into a big private courtyard. Brick saw the entrance to my restaurant, “Je T’adore,” beyond the flowing fountain in the center of the open space.

“That’s your restaurant?”

“Yes.”

“I adore you. Nice name. I take it you serve French food.”

I was impressed by his knowledge of the language of love. I had a feeling Brick had a lot of other secrets that were going to surprise me in the same way. I turned to him and smiled. He was staring at the large windows covering the front of the restaurant and I could tell he was impressed. I had opened the place ten years ago with all of my life savings. It had continued to be very successful – mainly because of the incredible chef I hired and my own gift for marketing.

“Oui.”

“Parlez-vous Francais?”

“Yes, I speak it fluently and…”

Brick leaned down and interrupted my reply by placing his thick lips against mine and pulled my body into his. I was engulfed by the warmth of his body and basically ravaged by his prodding tongue. My ass cheeks squeezed together hard, my toes scrunched up in my shoes, and my head became cloudy, as he seemed to suck the life out of me. I had no idea his kiss would cause such a reaction. At the same time he lifted my body slightly into the air with his strong arm. I was lost somewhere between heaven and hell – feeling great but also having thoughts some people would view as sinful. The big man picked up on how his deep kiss sent me reeling. He let out a low guttural laugh even as our lips stayed locked together. After a few seconds he released me from his powerful grip. Our mouths made a slight popping sound as they separated.

“What’s for dinner, sir? ‘Cause I already know what’s for dessert.”

His confidence and his direct style thrilled me more than he could have ever known. I was now convinced that there would never be a better candidate than Brick for the experiment. It was obvious that his attributes – both on the inside and the outside – would enhance the effect more than we had ever dreamed. My partners were going to be blown away by the end product.

“Let’s go inside and see. I think you’re going to love everything, but the appetizers are definitely going to thrill you!”

“Lead on pretty man, lead on.”

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