CHAPTER THIRTEEN Blake

B linding laser beams of sunlight reflecting off of glass woke me. The arm I'd placed across my eyes was no longer keeping the daylight invader away. There was maybe a thirty second window of time while my eyes adjusted to the incredibly bright surroundings. I mentally accounted for both of my arms before realizing a third appendage was under my neck and a fourth strewn across my waist, holding my stomach in a gentle caress.

If it was a physical possibility in the least, I swear I jumped completely out of my skin in shock. I sucked in a quick lungful of air and yelped as I scrambled to disentangle myself from something, someone. "Oh, fuck," I yipped, falling out of the twin-size bed and finding myself naked on the floor, scrambling for anything to cover my flesh with.

"Huh? What?" a slumbering giant of a voice mumbled. "Huh?" he repeated, kicking blankets from his bare skin. I sat up just in time to spot morning wood that was attached to a body I normally would have jumped back into bed for. The erection was of the sort that any red-blooded homo wouldn't have been able to look away from.

"What the fuck are you doing in my bed?" I hollered, snatching the blanket he'd kicked off.

"I think you mean what were you doing in my bed," he corrected.

I frantically looked around at what appeared to be the interior of a log cabin or some structure similar to one. There were windows four feet off the floor, just above knotty pine wall planks that went around the entire square. The only place without a window held a door, and that door had a window as well.

I stood too quickly and felt a wave of nausea speed to my head and remind my brain something was off. I staggered to a window and looked out, instantly overcome with one of my worst fears when I saw how high above ground I was. I backed up and closed my eyes.

"Wh . . . where . . . am I?" I whispered, reaching my hand out for something stable to hold onto. He. Him. The whatever , stood and came to my side, placing his hand around my waist. He'd neglected to remember that he was naked and his sail mast had yet to unfurl. His massive figure towered over me and I felt tiny in his presence. He was a hunk when I'd first seen him clothed, but this nude version was beyond anything I'd ever witnessed up close.

I backed away until my ass bumped into a countertop behind me. A sink with a few dishes was to my left and a camp stove was to my right. I tightened the blanket around me and gawked. Cadet Dirk stood motionless in the middle of the room and gave exactly zero shits that he was naked. Jesus, dude! What do they feed you?

He was a vision to behold. He placed one hand on his hip and the other dangled in front of his cock, not caring if he hid the marvel or not. He was huge. Not like a giant blob or anything, but each individual body part was by itself, simply large. His shoulders, his chest, and his arms. He had biceps that needed their own zip code. A smattering of hair decorated the space between his pecs and formed a small line that marched down to his belly button, an outie, and then to a trimmed bush of pubic hair that crowned the king of cocks.

Thick and very muscular thighs supported the entire God project. But it was his cock that I couldn't keep my eyes off of. Softer now, but long and thick with a mushroom head the shade of a summer plum. His manhood hung slightly to the right while his meaty balls hung on for dear life. I could help support them.

"Put some clothes on," I blurted, turning away from him.

"Are you sure?" he asked. "I can pose longer if you're not done drooling."

"Yeah, right. That's absurd. I've seen naked men before," I protested.

"I'm sure you have, but did you spend as much time admiring them the way you are me?"

"Gross." I searched for my clothes. I must have had clothes. "Why am I up…" I pointed to the windows. "Up…How high are we?" I squeaked.

"About a hundred and twenty feet. You like it?" he asked, turning away and heading for a closet that had three visible drawers built in.

"I hate it," I blathered, standing on my tippy-toes to check the distance to the ground one more time. I diverted my eyes to his backside as he walked to the closet.

His ass was a sculpture and I involuntarily inhaled as I bit my lower lip. The massive V built into his back was ridiculous. No man should be gifted with the DNA prize he'd been given. Dirk reached into a drawer and pulled out a pair of black briefs, turning around before putting them on. His eyes connected with mine and he smirked before mine obscenely fell to his cock. I couldn't help myself. I tried. I tried so goddamned hard, but I just couldn't look away. "Find something you like?" he growled in a deep voice.

"You're not my type," I stated. "Besides, who said I was gay?"

"No one," he replied. "But your eyes give you away, Mr. Jensen."

"You wish."

This man was smug and I didn't like smug. I decided to add smug to the list of the things I hated about him. A list getting longer by the minute. He didn't move to put his briefs on. Instead he stood smirking at me, looking all perfect and shit. Yeah, I hated him.