Concrete Angel - part.1, 2, and 3

[brahmabull]

Concrete Angel by brahmabull

[part.1]

It took me a awhile to figure out what my thoughts were when it all happened. And yet I still cannot believe what the last few days had changed my life completely. Hell - you would feel the exact same way if this had happened to you. Before I ramble on and forget what occurred. Uhm. Wait. To really think about it - I can't forget. Hell I am hard now again even to just imagine it again. Let me take you back to what happened just last week....

Sunday afternoon. Sweating like a there was a sauna placed in a tiny no-windowed concrete room. That's how Sunday felt in Northern California. Can't help the heat. More like a flaming inferno, but that is beside the point. I was tempting on my plans to do something than rather bake in my own apartment. So I decided the hell with making a plan and just go. Since it was a oven outside and trying to drive my ass all over - PT was the best choice. Oops. PT = Public Transportation for some of you. Or best be known as the Shit on Wheels.

Riding along going towards the Riverside - the place to be if you wanted to scope out the crowd of men - and yes women as well too. All of sudden a sight to behold caught the corner of my eye. There striding on the path. A Man's Man. Hell. More like a Man's Man's Man. He had an eerie presence that just makes you weak in the knees. Then he stop. Gawd. He looked absolutely primal to tear into. His Body poured out and beckoned me over. Shit. He is turning his head towards me. I can't help but not look at this hunk of a man. Standing there at what looks like 6'3 or maybe 6'4 - and about shit - 280lbs of muscle. His somewhat bald gray/white hair showed me that he looked older. But then his eyes. They looked so piercing - striking my own eyes towards him. I can't help but drool over his trimmed goatee and bushy mustache of grey-white. Strong chinned out lined that added to the bull-sized neck. It also seemed that besides his goatee - he wore on a 5 o'clock shadow that trailed down his neck and what seemed to be a white matted fur set barrel chest.

Could he be a hallucination or a God in disguise? Was this man even real? The questions rolling in my head kept me from thinking clearly now. All of sudden the bus seemed to slow. I realized now that I must have been daydreaming again. I had to look up again to even fathom if he were real. Then I saw the grey-blue eyes darting towards my own. And I knew right then - He was Real.

He knew I was staring at him for the longest time. Why hasn't anyone notice this hunk of man just standing there? He then mouths to me - ' They can't see me'. My jaw drops heavily on the floor. Did I just read what he said? He nods 'Yes'. Is he also reading my thoughts as well? Again he nods 'Yes.'

I tell myself that this has to be a dream. Suddenly the bus stands to a halt. I wavier due to the fact he has completely caught me off guard. Hitting my head into the metal pole. Damn, son of bitch. Christ that hurt like hell - I thought. But still did not notice what had just occurred. Subconsciously I disembark off the bus that left a mark on my skull. Rubbing my forehead, I wondered out to find that mysterious man. He was gone. Damn.

I couldn't believe my luck. First this blasted heat, next finding a man that can read my thoughts and was the fantasy of my life. Then crashing my thick skull into a bus pole. And now that man is gone. What else could happen to me now?

"Hello there," in a deep baritone voice calls just behind me. Slowly I turn my head to the voice behind me. I looked up to the steel/gray blue eyes. Piercing directly at my own eyes. Just the mere "Hello" sent shivers down my spine all the way to the tips of my toes. All I could utter out was .."uhm..". I could not believe it. I couldn't say one thing. I almost lost a load right then and there. A mesmerizing smirk befell his strong lurid face.

Heat emanated from his breath. I was so close I could smell his scent. And what a scent it was. Musk and male sweat lingered across his barrel burly chest. And all could do was stare.

Then he touched me for the very first time. Raising my chin up closer towards him. His soft yet calloused paw crest my lower chin.

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[part.2]

His touch sent shivers down my spine. Slowly making me weak to the knees. As he held my jawline with his heavily large paw. I close my eyes and felt the radiating heat from the course bare hands. So warm to the touch with a slight rough suttle feel to it. All this and not knowing that I have been sporting a steel hard-on tent with growing wet spot. It was then I knew this being was the one that I wanted to be with for my entire life.

As if felt like hours has gone by, reeling from the intense presence and much less powerfull touch. I open my eyes again - wanting to see my fantasy man. I peer up to him to see - he was GONE. Here I am in the middle of the frickin' sidewalk with a steel hardon and giant wet spot all around my crotch. And this GAWD-DAMN MAN is gone again! Seriously I need a life here. I know he wasn't a dream. He was here. And I felt him. Shit! uhm.... I think its time to go.

Looking around - I forgot the people walking past me, smirking and rolling their eyes at me. Embarrassment hits hard. I felt like a kid again at school where the others laugh and sneer at me. Oh how humilating. Very humilating indeed.

I hurried back home wanting this swelting hot day to end. If only suffer less of my dignity loss here in the crowd.

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Finally, I am home. I can't believe my own luck. How in the world can I have a day like this? I think I am losing my mind. Then again - I just maybe. Daydreaming a man that I would worship and even to know the ideal look of him. It truly is sad moment to be in. Sigh. I wonder if this is all the I have left of myself. I look down and see the past the belly, the wet spot that I can't believe happen in public. I shake my head in total stupidity.

Let me describe you about myself. You'll get the picture about why I would have worship that lustfull man. I'm about 5'7" and 190lbs. Brown skinned and slightly tanned. Short cropped black hair. Brown eyes. A whispy mustache and chin pubes. Yes, I can't grow anymore than that. Oh and by the way - abit overwieght too. arghh. Nice to know there is some self loathing in my life that I care about.

It is sad that I am having a day like this. As I pounder on - I mindlessly begin to strip out of my wet - uhm yeah that wet too - clothing. Making my way to the bathroom - the sound of the small AC crackling in a low humm, barely even running. I need the building manager to replace it. Again.

Time again to see the same face over again in the mirror. It just amazes me that some of my dearest friends think I look remotely handsome in their eyes. I just don't see it. I turn on the shower on and let the bathroom steam up. I wonder - why I am so sticky? -don't you all go there-

The steam finally sets in and fogs up the mirror. Do I dare look at myself again . As I have seen it atleast the trillionth time again? I pick up the face towel and wipe way the foggd up mirror. Staring at ... HIM?!

He is in the FUCKING mirror looking back - er at me???? He is right behind me. But as I turn around he is not even there. Looking back at the mirror, he is there like he was right behind me. Just staring at me ---- naked too. My eyes grow wide as day. I must be really going insane now.

Oh dear GAWD, I thought to myself.

<Yes. You can see me. And you can hear what I say. I may not be GOD - but I am close to him.>. His voice echoes in a baritone manner as seducing as a masculine man in complete lust.

"Are you talking to me in my head?", I replied back verbally.

<You don't need to use your voice. I am real to you. You are the only one that can see me. No one else. And you are not going insane. You have called upon me as I am here for you.>. Again his eyes gaze towards me like a hypnotic spell.

As I take this all in. I realize that if this is real, then I am not going insane. I think. That maybe something somewhere someone has brought a man of my wet lusty dreams to my life. Here and now....

[Wait the GODDAMN minute! If you are real - Then why the fuck did you leave me out there in the middle of the FUCKIN' sidewalk with a steel hard-on and giant wet spot on a hot fuckin' day?! You may be in my outright head. But you got some explaining to do here, mister!]

Utterly floored by the out burst from just short man who he came down to be here for. Looks plainly with is now golden eyes. GOLD EYES?!

Suddenly the image of the mirror shines a halo around the bear of a man -- making that of a fade to his bright white wings. Behind his immense torso. Covered in white lush dense fur. --- huh --- WINGS!!!!!

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[part.3]

Mere moments pass by - making it feel like eternity. I stare agasp at what I see before me. White lushious wings hooked as if being set to fly. Spanning what seems to be nearly twelve feet across each from his muscle-toned back. I blink twice wondering if it is real as of the man - no... not a man. An Angel! He is an Angel. That has to be it. He has to be an Angel. I peer back towards his gazing golden eyes.

I feel so shallow in front of the being that is standing before me. Waiting. Feeling the immense warmth radiating from his expanding chest. Expanding chest? No it can't be. He is GROWING before me. He inflates like a balloon. But more than that. It is his muscle contracting. Firming upon itself with more muscle. I nearly faint from what is going on before me. As my mind is reeling from the amazing sight - I wonder why no one has yet seen was is going on. I turn my head to see people frozen. Locked in time. Barely moving a millimeter at a time. He slowed time to a stand still.

In awe, I bring my focus back to god before me. Yes. This Angel must be a God. Reveled at what is to be a sight to behold. He grows more and more. Expanded - his wings are now jutted out from his back. Spread and floating now two feet above me - I feel more heat now barreling in towards me. Pain. Fuck the pain!!!!!! Clutching my chest as though grabbed a branding iron and shoved it through my back and into my heart.

All I can feel is being light-headed and just staring at his eyes. Eyes too heavy. Can't keep them open anymore. God - what is going on. Am I dying? Must sleep. Pain hurts. Must sleep. Pain....... the pain......

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'Ow. What the hell was that?'

Slowly I open my eyes up. Bright. Bright lights. God my head hurts. Why do I feel so heavy? Ow. My chest. Feels like some one dropped an elephant on me and told it to sit on my chest. Where the hell am I? How did I get on a bed? Wait a second. I'm on my bed. I glance at the clock on the night stand. 7AM! Huh?!

It's 7o'clock in the morning. I had just gone out at about 10AM. How can this be? My eyes re-adjust. The display says Sunday, 7:01A.M. I look at the date. Grabbing the alarm clock out of instinct. I noticed something wrong with my hand. It's not my FUCKING hand. It's a meaty muscle hand. HELL. Not a hand - bigger than a hand. A BEAR'S PAW. A muscle-bound meaty bear paw with white hair on it. White hair? On my arms too! This can't be right. No. I don't have a bear paw or white hairs. No - shit. I am only 29 friggin' years old. I don't get white hairs. I am too damn young to be getting white hairs. The only white hairs I am interested in are on a Grizzly Daddy Leather Muscle Bear. Not on me. Well not in that way yet......

What is going on?!

...to be continued....

[jacestar]

so I take it the angel turned the main character into his avatar, kind of like Vishnu and Krishna. also as a small side note, who were those people that were frozen in time around him? I thought he was in the bathroom of his house?

[brahmabull]

Sorry about that Jacestar. I am reworking on an extended part 3. Just a note though - he and the angel enter what is called the spirit plane. More likely known as the astral plane. The people are spirits/souls locked in one plane of existance.

I will refer back to this on the extended version of part 3. I kinda erased my original part 3 since I didnt name the file properly .

This is what I tried to remember what I wrote out. I know this is a degrade from the first two parts. But trying to remember what I wrote from last week is tough to do.

Going to have either pull out part 3 and rework it. Or rework the story and pull it on hold till I can get this story laid out right.

[MuscleAvatar]

Pretty good so far.

[muscl4life]

Please keep up the great work, that's an incredible story!