The cheering and chanting from the audience kept on going, whilst Jack stumbled round the stage, not knowing where he was. Jack glanced over
at a door and decided to dash for it.
The room seemed to be a dressing room and in front of him was a full length mirror. He walked slowly, whilst the somewhat muffled cheer was
going on, to the mirror. Jack could not believe his eyes. He had a completely new reflection. This reflection was his dream, he was 6 foot 4 inches
tall and he package looked huge in the limited clothing he had on. the muscles were toned to perfection.
he had blue eyes and blonde hair this perfect image of a 'perfect man'. He was so busy gazing at the mirror Jack hardly noticed the cheering had
stopped and the door handle rattling.
As the door opened, Jack suddenly jolted round as he saw the other muscle man walk through the door.
'what's wrong? why did you dash off, we've done that routine hundreds of times?' said the stranger
'I, I, I.. don't know just couldn't.' Jack replied.
This stranger seemed to know Jack very well because he came up closer, and kissed his forehead and comforted him
'It'll be easier, I promise...'
Jack didn't know what to do, his instincts were to run, but more he was cuddled and kissed by this man the more he wanted to stay.
Before he had time to think, this man pulled his briefs down and popped out a large cock and this man started rubbing it...
'What are you doing?' Jack shouted...
'What we normally do before going to bed?'
We?, Jack thought, but something in his mind loved this and decided to let him do whatever....
After Jack sexual tension was released, the man said, look it's time for bed, we need to go home. Jack hadn't got a clue what to do, where to go...
but he stumbled around finding somewhere to sleep.
The next morning his woke up in another location, he stumbled over to the toilets and screamed... 'not again...'