I can't See You, John

I'm visiting Florida, USA. I am from Europe and this is my first time in America. I'm on this trip alone. One night I cannot sleep and decide to go to the beach early in the morning. I'm sitting on the empty beach thinking about my life and looking at the sea. There are people somewhere far from me and I don't see them. Suddenly a man some 50 feet away grabs my attention. A tall very well-built man. He's wearing a tight black T-shirt and I can see he has very-well developed muscles. He could be a bodybuilder. His arms are massive. I try not to stare too long at him. After a couple minutes I suddenly hear a girl asking someone to take a selfie. She's talking to the man. And suddenly I notice a deep strong voice. A voice so manly and heroic. It's him. It's that big man with a black T-shirt.

The girl walks away. I look at his face for the first time and I can't believe my eyes. Is it John Cena? But how can he be alone on the same beach so close to me? No, it must be a very similar guy. But I've seen his photos so many times. So many times I was getting hard seeing his shirtless body on the Internet, watching him on WWE. I could recognize that body from millions of people. I'm sure it's him.

He stands up. So tall and so strong. He starts walking towards me. Is this a dream? Or a movie? What should I do? Is he going to beat me? He's getting closer to me. Fear, amazement and shock locks my body and I can feel my heart almost stopping. He's so close I could touch him with my fingers. He sits down beside me. What is happening? My heart is beating like crazy as he smiles, opens his mouth and says:

-Hey, what's up?

I forget all the existing words ever learnt and hardly open my mouth to say hey.

He laughs with that deep manly voice and beautiful smile.

-I saw you were staring at me.

-I'm sorry. I... think you have a really nice body... - I reply.

I've never felt more awkward and I want to bury myself to the ground. He probably thinks I'm an idiot. But his deep joyful laugh gives me a tiny sense of relief. I tell him my name.

- John. Nice too meet you, - he replies and gives me his hand.

Excitement spears me from head to toes. I was never sure I had a proper handshake. And now his hand is in front of me. He's so confident and big while and I'm here, slowly raising my shaking arm. My small hand is in his hand. That's the longest handshake I've experienced in my life. It seems so strong but so gentle.

-Dude, that's a strong handshake, - he jokes. Are you into guys?

-Yes, - I reply modestly.

Such an awkward mess. I can't even manage to pronounce a proper sentence.

-Wanna come over my house?

I can't believe my ears but my mouth is quicker than my mind and I say yes as quickly as never before.

After half an hour we come over a huge villa. A prosperity I've never seen before. It's his home. He pushes the button and opens the gates as we walk into this surreal world. We walk through a garden and finally he takes me inside. Am I in a dream that still continues? The huge house is empty, just two of us. I take my shoes off and follow him into the living room. He suggests to eat something. I don't care. I'll do anything this man wants. I don't feel the taste of what I eat. All I feel and all I see is this man on the other side of the couch. His cleanly shaved face, his beefy arms, so intimidating but so sexy. He's still with the black T-shirt. We start talking. He's looking right at me and asks questions. So many questions and I answer them all. I wear clothes but my mind is completely naked. I can tell him everything. He's so calm and trustworthy. Someone is interested in me and it feels so good to me, so I open up. I don't want to know anything about him because I already know enough. He asks me whether I'm virgin.

-Yes. But I'd like to change that.

He smiles and says to follow him.

He opens the door and we're in his bedroom. It's so bright. There's a large comfortable bed. My excitement rises again. We stand silent for half a minute and he closes the door. I stand by the wall as he approaches on me. He's so close I can feel the movement of his body when he breathes. He's so big that I can't see anything else just him in his full height. I can feel my whole body shaking. There's no way to escape now. But I don't want to escape. I want to stand like this forever. I want to be his victim. He raises his arm. He takes my hand. That's the second time he couches me after that handshake. He slides my hand slowly under his T-shirt and puts it on his stomach. Those abs. I'm touching them with my fingers. That body was chiseled from stone. I'm frozen again. I feel it getting hard in my pants. I look upwards and see his face. His blue eyes. I softly grab the edge of his T-shirt and start taking it off. I can see more and more of his body with every moment. It feels like hours to me. He's now topless and I throw this black T-shirt off my hand. We're standing still. I've never felt so small. This huge athletic man in front of me opens his mouth and I hear that deep voice again:

-Do you really want this?

-Do whatever you want with me, - I answer with such determination.

He suddenly grabs my shoulders with so much power and roughness and my T-shirt is gone in milliseconds. He grabs my thin arm with no mercy and holds me very intensively. I'm helpless and no one can save me. But I don't want to be saved. I want his aggression. He asks if I like this and I say yes without a single doubt. He picks me up on his shoulders and throws me to his bed. He removes everything from me in seconds. And finally he takes off his shorts. There's only one part of his body I haven't seen and very quickly I see it for the first time. He's allowed to do anything he wants with me. I say I want him to wrestle me, I want to see the real man. He locks me in a submission. I can feel him not using his whole power but it still hurts so much. I try my best to free myself and I manage but he locks me in again. My whole little body is his toy. He wraps his beefy body around me. His arms are squeezing my skin. I punch him with my small hands and try to fight. He likes that. I have no chance against his strength. He punishes me for my weakness. And then he sets me free. Now he lays down on me. His gigantic mass is weighing down on me. He's not a human. He's an animal, an invincible monster. His huge power is crushing me and this bed. It's time. He is on top of me and I finally have it inside of me. For the first time ever. It's big. It's painful. He does it softly but it hurts so bad. But pain turns into an enjoyment. He's wild and brutal and I love it. He's my master, my king. When we end it I feel like I've finally got something I've always lacked.

We lay silent for some time, then he stands up and goes to the bathroom. I follow him and we shower together. We're both naked. Water is running through our bodies. There's lack of space and we're so close to each other. We are one. Small and big. Weak and strong. I see water washing every single muscle of his massive body. He can't reach his back with his arms. They're too big and he asks me to rub his back with soap. My little fingers are touching his broad back. It's like a wall. He is enormous. I could do this forever. Now we are clean. We dry ourselves and we come back to the bedroom. It's late. I've spend the whole day with him. We're still naked and he invites me to stay the night. Of course, I agree. I would stay for the rest of my life if I could. We're in his bed again. He's been my master all this evening. I did what he wanted. I tell him that was amazing. He chuckles and I dare to hug him. We cuddle. It's cold after the shower but the heat of his body makes me warm. I'm in his arms. They are so huge he could squeeze me to death if he wanted. I ask him to flex his biceps. I touch them and I get the same sense of fascination and fear that I felt the first time I saw him on that beach. It feels like i'm touching a statue. We are so close I can feel the texture of his front body. I feel the movement of his chest when he's breathing. I can feel the power of him passing to my body. I feel the calmness I've been searching for so long. Nothing bad can happen when I'm in his arms. We both fall asleep.

It's morning and I open my eyes. The dream is not over. He's right in front of my eyes holding me tight in his arms. We say nothing. We wake up and dress up. He drives me to my hotel. I feel happy and have a weird sense of confidence and relief. We reach the hotel and he stops the car. What should I say? I don't want this to be over. I pick up the phone from his pocket and write my phone number. I look at him and kiss him. He still smiles with the same kindness.

-You should hit the gym and gain some muscle, - he says.

I leave the car, go to the hotel and see him drive away.

I'm realizing it's over. It was the first time ever but probably the best one in my life and it will never happen again. I'm ready to leave this country and come back home. But just when I least expect it I get a message from an unknown number: "Need a personal trainer? I'm waiting for you near the hotel tomorrow morning and we're heading to my gym. John".