Naked Hero - The Journey Away

interrogation.
    As Lewis passed his trainer he noticed what Mike was updating – the diet and nutrition log. He had caused the poor man no end of problems with the drinking bouts over the past six months, but Mike took it all in his stride, and compensated as best he could for the unknown calorie intake, whilst trying to coax Lewis away from it all.
    Lewis bent over. “One sip of diet tonic water with a slice of lemon floating inside the glass,” he whispered. “Would a bit of fruit be alright to take to my room?”
    “Sure, Lewis,” said Mike half laughing. Then he silently mouthed, “Well done,” before reverting to his normal voice to add, “I want you up by eight for your run tomorrow, okay?”
    “No problem. See you.”
    As Lewis stood upright and turned towards Fiona, he caught a smile on her face which somehow didn’t belong to the television programme she was watching. ‘If only…’ he thought, ‘...but that’s too unkind.’
    “Goodnight, Fiona.”
    “Goodnight, Lewis,” she answered. “Do you want a cup of tea brought in?”
    “No. Just you sit there. You’ve done enough.” And never had a truer word been spoken without realising the extent.
    Ten minutes later Lewis was lying on his bed munching the apple that he had brought with him. He was trying to read a book on his iPad, but his mind was too preoccupied with the night’s events. He laughed to himself thinking about the closing scene before coming to his room. ‘A bit like the Walton’s,’ he thought. ‘What the hell’s going on? Oh well, it’s all good I suppose… But that old bugger Jim Murdoch’s up to something... ‘I’ll find a way’ indeed. What the hell is he thinking of springing on me now?’
    He finished the apple and flicked away from the book, giving up any pretence that he would read any of it tonight. The iPad was tossed aside then on an impulse picked back up. A moment later Lewis had accessed the web and entered a site he hadn’t looked at for a while - www.leeporter.com!
    Lewis checked out the men like he had done on numerous occasions, recognising some that he’d seen at the Park Hyatt, including the hunk with the crooked smile, and of course the boss in all his glory. Not surprisingly it was Lee that Lewis quickly focused on, diving into a portfolio that was oh so familiar and luxuriating in the glory that was there.
    Danger! Danger! There was danger in the air - and in no time at all an erection in his trousers that was demanding to come out and enjoy some relief. There was one shot in particular that was dwelt over - Lee under an outdoor shower with what looked like a beach in the background. It was the most daring of the glamour shots Lee had placed there, although relatively tame compared to what could be found elsewhere on the net, as Mr. Porter drew the line short of full frontal nudity in what he offered up for free. It was still incredibly horny though. Lewis knew of no better and he had trawled through a lot! Lee was standing there with the water coursing down him, his green coloured trunks pulled down at the rear, his right hand still holding them whilst brushing against the side of a magnificent right butt cheek. It was clever! Lee Porter certainly knew all about presentation - how to tease without going over the top, showing just enough, nothing too vulgar, a look of confidence on his laughing profiled face that said: ‘you’d better believe that this is the best’ . Arrogance backed up by immaculate presentation of the most wonderful flesh.
    Instinctively Lewis reached for his crotch and gave his erection a much need stroke – this wasn’t necessarily his favourite view of a man but it was the best that he’d managed to find of Lee Porter, and it had always done the trick in the past. But he quickly pulled his hand away – an odd sense of guilt, almost Catholic in its flavour, ruining the indulgence. It didn’t feel right. Something had changed having met the man. He was no longer just an image to be viewed and used. The encounter had complicated things beyond measure.
    Lewis looked at the image for a few more moments then flicked it off. He thought of finding something else – maybe download a porn film with hot steamy action and find a very different type of muse – one who could be instantly forgotten. But he couldn’t get Lee Porter out of his head and he stayed at the site that bore the man’s name – another piece of arrogance now that Lewis came to think about it.