In Heat

The bathroom was cramped and somehow they were alone. Jack followed the man into one of the stalls and they locked the door. Just when Jack turned around to look at the man, he was pushed back against the wall of the stall. The man stared deep into his eyes, and Jack saw the fire of his passion. It was strange though, Jack thought to himself, that the man's eyes seemed almost yellow. It must be the light. The man bent over and kissed Jack roughly, flicking his tongue past Jack's lips. His beard scratched against Jack's face and he growled with pleasure. Jack was butter in his arms. He wrapped his arms around the man, flexing his muscles against the massive girth of the man and prayed that he would touch him more. Jack stroked the rock hard shoulders and arms that were enveloping him. Jack was in great shape — a lean, toned body that was as dexterous as any dancer, but he knew that if he wanted to, the man could crush his body as if it were made of twigs.