The Gentle Giant

"Asshole."

That is the only word I can come up with at the moment to describe my anger at him. He is married. All the time he has been fucking me and telling me that he loves me he has been married.

"Come on Amy," he says trying to take my hand. "I didn't tell you because it's an empty marriage. I'm only there for the kids. I'll leave her if that's what you want. I love you."

I yank my hand away from his, grab my coat and storm out of the bar. It is cold but I don't care. I walk to the end of the street and into the park at the edge of the river. Everything is frozen. The sun is about to set sending long streaks of shadows across the snow covered landscape. I continue walking deeper into the park, past the trees and to the river's bank. I sink down on my knees. I cry as hard as I have ever cried.

Darkness begins to settle over the countryside. My feet are frozen. My fingers are numb. The knees of my pants are soaked. I feel like there is a gaping hole in my soul - like someone has reached in and yanked out a part of me. How could I have been deceived like that? He seemed so kind and gentle and caring - but all along he was a liar and I was a fool.

"Miss?" A voice behind me disturbs the quiet. "Are you okay? It's awfully cold out here. Can I give you a ride somewhere?"

I wipe my face and look up at him. It is too dark to see his face. He is a big man with a heavy coat and a fur lined hood. Grief overcomes me and I break out in a fresh fit of sobbing. I feel his arm gently take mine and pull me up from the ground. I am a mess and in desperate need of comfort. I throw my arms around his body and bury my face in his chest. The tears continue to flow. He gently rests his hand on my back.

"That's okay Miss," he tells me in a gentle voice. "It's going to be alright. Why don't we go back to my truck and get you out of the cold. It's right over there."

With his arm around my back he guides me to a truck that is parked close to the river. Its engine is still running. He helps me into the passenger's seat. The rush of warm air hits me like a welcome friend. When he climbs in to the driver's side I see his face.

"John," I said. "Wha... what are you doing here."

John and I went to high school together. Back then he was a great big teddy bear - kind and gentle and very shy - somewhat of a loner. I didn't know him well - only enough to say "hi" in the hallways. I have no idea what he is doing out here, but I am grateful to be rescued.

"Amy," he replies. "I didn't know it was you. Are you okay?"

I am feeling insecure and tell him my story. He feels like a rock I can lean on for support. As I ramble on I can't hold back the tears. He puts his hand on my shoulder until I am able to regain my composure.

"I'm so sorry, John," I tell him wiping my face. "You don't need to hear all this, but thank you for rescuing me."

"Can I take you home?"

"No. That's the last place I want to go. Too many bad memories."

"I have a place a little out of town," John suggests cautiously. "You're more than welcome to hang there for a while. There's an extra bedroom if you want to crash."

I accept his offer. I sit on the couch in front of a big stone fireplace. He hands me a comforter and puts on some logs, stoking them to a roaring blaze. Slowly feeling comes back to my feet and fingers. He gives me a cup of hot chocolate which warms my belly, then sits down on the couch but not too close.

"I'll heat up some chili and cornbread if you'd like."

After eating, John shows me to the guest room. I shower and find an oversized sweat-shirt in the closet which I pull over my head. I crawl under the sheets and several layers of blankets. My body is exhausted and I soon fall asleep. At 2AM I awake and am confused at why I am not at home. Then everything that has happened comes rushing back. I can't sleep and I don't want to be alone.

I climb out of bed and walk down the hall. The door to John's room is slightly ajar. I push it open and step over to the bed. He is sound asleep. I move around to the far side and slip under the sheets and blankets. I press close to John and drape my arm around him. He stirs and turns towards me still asleep. I move my lips to his ear and whisper.

"Thank you."

I pull myself closer and soon fall asleep. When the rays of the morning sun peek through the window I feel John stir and open my eyes. He is startled to see me there with my arms around him and tries to pull away. I grip him more tightly.

"I... I don't want to be alone. Hold me. Please."

Slowly John puts his arms around me and pulls me closer. I close my eyes and tuck my head into his shoulder. His hands feel so strong and comforting. I kiss his neck and then his cheek and then his mouth. Our lips part. Our tongues mingle. My hand slides down his body and into his briefs. I discover that John is big in more ways than one. I wrap my fingers around the sizeable girth slowly stroking him to hardness.

"Please don't do anything you are going to regret," John says pulling away from the kiss.

"No regrets John," I reply sliding my lips to his ear. "I promise."

I kiss his neck and work my way down to his nipple sucking it into my mouth and raking my teeth across the tiny tip. I turn my head and look down at his rigid manhood. It isn't only big. It is gorgeous. Veins throb from the hard flesh. The crown on top bulges out like the cap of a mushroom. I swirl my tongue across the tight skin and over the tiny eye at the tip. My lips stretch around his girth and plunge down his length.

John reaches over and effortlessly pulls my tiny body on top of his. He buries his face between my legs and flicks his tongue across my already moist sex. He finds my swollen clit. Ripples of excitement make my thighs shake. I double my efforts to pleasure him with my mouth by rapidly plunging my lips up and down his meaty length.

My body is alive and desperate for more than his tongue. I lift my drooling lips from his shaft and quickly spin around on top of his giant frame. My fingers grip his hard flesh and guide the tip to my opening. I slowly impale myself down his length. His huge manhood stretches me open and burrows deeper into my tight passage. I lift up and plunge down on him driving his giant member deeper into my body. We find our rhythm and move against each other in perfect synchronization. Our mouths meet in a deep kiss full of unbridled passion.

The combination of his size and my desperation rapidly take me to new heights of pleasure. The bubbling in my loins grows more intense with each powerful thrust. I ride him harder and faster. My legs begin to shake. I dig my fingers into his shoulders and bury my face in his neck. My world explodes. Ripples of untamed passion and lust send me spinning into another dimension. Unable to withstand the intense pleasure I roll off John and onto my back still trembling and trying to catch my breath.

John rolls his huge frame onto my body with the lightness of a cat. I spread my thighs and pull my knees into the air. The tip of his rigid manliness finds my entrance. I lift my hips to meet his forward thrust. His massive tool quickly fills the emptiness in my loins. I slide my hands around the back of his head and pull his lips to mine in a hungry wanton kiss. His hips rock back and forth with a steady rhythm. His hard flesh plunges deep into my steamy passage again and again until my body ignites in a rage of passion. I throw my head back desperately clutching his shoulders with my fingers. I cry out loud when a series of orgasmic spasms spins me into bliss.

"I should be wearing a condom," John says as he pulls out of my trembling body. "I'll go get one."

I clutch him tightly to keep him from leaving. I don't want to be alone, not even for a minute.

"It's okay," I tell him. "You don't need one. Really. I'm... I'm safe that way."

John rolls off me and onto his side. I press my back against him pulling his powerful arm around me, then lift my upper leg into the air and reach down to guide his hardness to my empty chamber. Soon our bodies are rocking together in a passionate dance of coital bliss. I pull his hand over my breast and moan when he gently pinches my nipple. I roll onto my stomach pulling John with me and tilting my hips upwards to meet his powerful thrusts. He goes faster and faster. His heavy breathing tells me he is close.

"Yes John," I moan. "Fill me."

He drives his hard piston deep into my quivering passage and grunts. His creamy essence pumps into me in a series of powerful squirts. Seconds later my own release shakes me to the core. A piercing scream bounces off the walls of his bedroom and then another. When I finally regain a semblance of awareness I feel John collapsed on top of me breathing hard. He is still inside me. The walls of my twitching chamber clench against him in a series of post orgasmic spasms. He finally pulls out and rolls onto his back. I feel his ejaculate slowly seep out from between my legs.

I return home for two days later with a smile on my face. I haven't forgotten about the asshole who broke my heart but I am whole again. John, the gentle giant, has been my savior.