Matt looked up and knew he couldn't resist.
"Okay, I want it. I want it. I don't know why but I want it!"
John started unbuttoning his jeans, which were tight against his jock legs. His thick legs itched to put something between them. He grabbed Matt and pressed his face deep into his mouth and kissed the younger, completely smooth cheeks against his stubble, his scratchy face burning into Matt's.
"I want you. Now shut up and take it like a man," grumbled John as he pressed Matt into the ground. Matt could only see the dry grasses on either side of him. John shoved his penis into Matt's smooth ass and John jolted with pleasure. John was now in just a T-shirt, and he rode Matt, while Matt inexplicably thought of nothing but how good it felt, by how strong John was and how proud he was to be ridden by such a piece of meat.
John's penis completed it's task, but then it just shot right back up again! John surged with animal lust. It just wouldn't take no for an answer! He pushed in again, grunting and panting, and licking Matt's neck, grunting for more in short, quickened sentences.
"Yeah!" he said, between his teeth. His penis burst with semen and filled Matt past the brink of ecstasy.
He finally finished. Matt stood up and John pulled him up so that he was holding Matt as one would hold a child. Matt felt himself being straddled yet again. John kissed him voluptuously, his grizzled stubble burning in the sun. His penis throbbed with cum and he dropped Matt gently, and Matt immediately sacked John's dripping penis into his mouth and sucked with delightful and careful deliberation. John felt his new penis caressed in a way he'd even dreamed of, wet and then cooled by the breeze. Wet, and then cool. He exploded a third time, his legs buckling under him slightly. He jerked and then heaved Matt up to him, holding him by the armpits so he could kiss him hard and totally, utterly have him.
"You're mine, now." he said.
They briskly put their clothes back on. John smiled indulgently, arrogantly. Matt, meanwhile, felt small, meager, diminished in both importance and size.
"It's not so bad," John said. "But you have to admit, you didn't really deserve this body. You barely knew what to do with it. I think that's why it was given to me. I earned it. SAY I earned it."
"You earned it..." replied Matt. Matt's new submissiveness, his unrelenting giving in to John made John's heart race. This was so much fun! he thought.
"C'mon. I'LL give you a ride home on my new bike," said Jphn. Matt followed John out of the field and past a veneer of trees to the road where John's new bike was parked. Already he felt his brain absorbing the information on how to operate it. He reached down into the side and pulled a black leather jacket and helmet off of the back stowaway compartment. His massive frame seemed so masculine to Matt it almost pulsated. John got on the bike and put on the helmet, each of these things he wore as if he was always meant to.
"Get on, little man," he said. Matt complied. Matt was scared to be on the bike, which before he could have ridden himself with such ease. He clung to his new protector, glad to have such a strong guy like him who would take care of him, watch over him. He was terrified at the thought of falling off to the side. His hands felt so warm on John's shirt, and John felt so warm and pleasant. He felt an erection beat against the crotch of his pants and dreamt of John kissing him, blessing him with his masculine lips and heavy, taller than life muscles, muscles that filled up his frame like granite, like iron. Boy, those magazines sure had the right metaphors. John was a living, breathing man, the definition of the term. His arms could probably lift Matt above him if he wanted to.
The motorcycle vibrated and filled Matt's eyes with tears. He was so happy that this big guy had taken him in under his wing. He only wished that one day he could be like his new hero.
John smiled. This was going to be so. Much. FUN.