Naked Hero - The Journey Away

He really was too much!
    Out of curiosity, and half-hoping for a reason to take terminal offence with this body perfect Englishman, Lewis went in search of the journal section. He never realised before, having always got what he needed from the photographs on display, but there was actually quite a lot of depth to the website – products and services being offered (all above board) and informative articles about all sorts of things. Skimming through them, Lewis did manage to find some cause for annoyance in one where Lee bragged about all the men he’d enjoyed over the years. Well in excess of a thousand apparently! So no wonder he was often ‘too exhausted’ to take advantage of some of the blokes waiting in the queue for their turn with the obliging stud. But accepting that this was pretty standard in the promiscuous world Lee lived in, and hardly surprising given the way he looked, Lewis continued with his search and eventually found what he was looking for in a folder entitled ‘Postcard from Sydney’. The first part included reviews of the bars and clubs, with plenty of snaps of Lee and his lads – the same bunch that had been there at the night of the SLAGSS. Lewis quickly flicked through taking in pictures and words, finding lots to admire but nothing which angered.
    The next section focused on Bondi Beach – the North Side where the gay boys and lesbians hang out. Again there were snaps of Lee Porter and his lads along with a fair splattering of local talent – amateur pictures that weren’t too bad. But included as a sub-section was something different – a more professional shoot that was all about Lee - and it was to here that Lewis gravitated. The quality was very good, much better than anything he had seen on the site before, with Lee in various posses on the beach and the nearby grass, wearing a selection of swimming trunks and a ‘come on and try me’ look in his eyes. ‘Be you passive or active, versatile or just curious, you’d better believe that I’m your man – the best you’ll ever have.’ That’s what the pictures were saying.
    And it wasn’t just arrogance - he really looked fantastic – the camera on this occasion doing justice to the man. His chest was deeply muscled, devoid of any hair to show off the mass of pectorals to best effect. His naturally broad shoulders were beautifully rounded by bulging deltoids; and wide lateral wings spread out on his back to give it a pronounced V-shape tapering at the waist. A rippling stomach went without saying – barely an ounce of fat covered his well developed abs. Muscular arms and legs gave perfect proportion to the whole effect. And underneath those trunks, never revealed but agonisingly suggested, was a pleasingly full package of contoured cock and balls.
    By all the gods, Lewis had to confess, if there was such a thing then there he was: the perfect man - in body if nothing else.
    “Perfect in the sack as well, I bet,” said Lewis to the image before him, his hand again drifting to stroke his arousal. “You should be with all the practice you’ve had! And I know I could confirm if that was the case. You were offering it, mate, and you’d offer it again if I gave you the chance. And why should I settle on some photos when I could have you in the flesh? Thousands of other blokes have enjoyed you, so why not me! Sydney’s only a short flight away, and you’re easily the best that it has to offer... The best for a shag, but the worst for a boyfriend, for I could never trust you if we moved on to that.”
    Lewis was suddenly struck by the odd idea. Boyfriend! Why on earth would he think of something like that when looking at a glamour shot of a hunk on the net? Cyber dating might be the up and coming thing, but Lee Porter was definitely not boyfriend material in any shape or form - a one-night stand perhaps, but nothing more. The idea was preposterous, Lee had said so himself: he was the last person Lewis should be seen in the company of. An even aside from his inappropriate background that would make for a tabloid feast of scandal – the man was a player who’d been with over a thousand blokes, so not the type that was likely to settle down with just the one – his life was a riot of men and parties which was totally at odds with the stability Lewis needed. There was no way on God’s earth he could trust such a man – it would be madness to think anything else.
    But he did look so fine - physical perfection, and so