"Hi.  Welcome to G.Y.R.O.  We at Get Your Rocks Off provide the discerning man with the ultimate in aural stimulation.   First, hon, what's your name?"

"It's Are-I mean, Harry.  Harry S."

"Ok, Harry S: what's your fantasy?  We do it all.  Have ya been a bad boy and want daddy to spank you?  Wanna fuck that cute guy from highschool who always made fun of you?  Or maybe you like it kinky: woof woof!  Take me for a walk, master-"

"Ever watch 'Hercules: The Legendary Journeys'?"

"Oh, you're one of those.  Ok, sweetie, who do you want?  Hercules himself?  Big, strong, sweaty babe always helping others?  ‘I've saved you from the big monster, Harry S--how 'bout some gratitude? Or that blonde cutie, Iolaus? ‘Check out my tight buns, Harry S.  You know you want to..."

"Uh, no.  They're great and everything, but I'm more interested in...Joxer."

"...Joxer?!?  Isn't he the one with the hat? Boy, we don't get too many calls for him.  But if that's what you want, Harry S, then that's what I'll give ya.  We at G.Y.R.O aim to please.  Now tell me what ya look like."

"Well, I'm about 6"2, long curly brown hair, muscles out to here, lots of chest hair--"

"Whatever you say. So tell me, Harry S, with your big muscles and bad attitude, what kinda scenario are we talking here?  How about a little search and rescue?  You're trapped in the tower and Joxer's gonna save you?  He's so grateful that he covers your body in wet kisses and--"

"Sounds hot, but I was looking for something a bit more...primitive."

"Ooooooo.  You like it a bit dirty, do ya?  Ok.  How's this? You, big bad Harry S, are standing on a low cliff.  Kinda like a god.  Maybe like--what's his name?  The big sexy one who hates Hercules?"

"That's Ares.  Ares, god of war."

"Right, right.  Ok, you're ‘Ares', draped in hot, tight leather.  The heat from the sun is scorching you; you can feel it centered on your cock, almost like a hand touching you.  As you stand there, enjoying the sensation, something moves on the beach below you."

"Leatherrrrrrr."

"That's right, Harry--I mean, ‘Ares'.  Sweaty leather rubbing your cock.  So you see this movement on the beach, and you realize that the big piece of driftwood below is actually a man.  He's lying naked, trying to bring some color to his fair skin.  He's feeling the sun, too, and it's turning him on, just like it's turning you on...Is this working for ya?"

"Keep going.  What's he doing, this man on the beach?"

"The sun feels so good on his cock that he's taken it in his hand, running his milk-white fingers over the head, lightly stroking the shaft.  His own touch excites him, and he gets hard.  So do you.  You're straining against the leather.  Now you're a god, right, so you decide to pay this mortal a visit, give him a hand, so to speak."

"Yeahhhhh...More.  Please give me more."

"Slooow down there, ‘Ares'.  You wanna get your money's worth.  Anyway, you materialize in front of this guy, the sand muffling your sound.  This skinny white guy keeps stroking his cock, making it swell in his hand.   He's getting more and more excited: eyes are closed, head thrown back, lips parted.  He's moaning.  You admire his slender but muscular frame, and the way the sun brings out the highlights in his soft brown hair. But mostly you stare at his thick cock, surprised at the size.  You can see the head gleaming in the sun, a drop of liquid glistening on it, and you can't resist.  You bend down, and lick it off--"

"Oh yes, yes!!"

"Down, boy!  Wait till I'm done.  So Joxer's eyes spring open, and he's about to grab his sword, so you fall on top of him, your knee between his pale thighs, your hands tight around his wrists.  ‘Today's your lucky day, Joxer,' you tell him, your voice deep and commanding.  ‘You're gonna find out what it's like to be fucked by a god.' --Oh, you like that, do you, ‘Ares'?--Joxer's brown eyes widen: he's scared of your bad ol' leather-clad ass, but he's turned on, too.  His cock is harder than ever, and you can feel it pressing against your belly.  You snap your fingers and your clothes disappear.  You watch Joxer watching you, as he admires your full lips, broad shoulders, and especially your 12" special.  He can't take his eyes from it."

"Get him to suck it."

"Whatever you want, ‘Ares'.  It's your money.  So Joxer looks up at you, doing that innocent wounded puppy thing, and it gets you even hotter.  ‘Take me in your mouth,' you order him.  He hesitates--this is all new to him, and he doesn't know what to do, but you grab his head and pull him closer.  Joxer obligingly opens his mouth, and you gasp when his wet mouth hesitantly covers your cock.  He begins to slide his tongue over your bulging head, and then to suck it, lapping at it."

"Oh, oh, oh..."

"Whoah, you're getting close.  Ok, better speed this up.  So he's sucking your cock, and it feels *great*, but you want more.  You wanna feel yourself enveloped in his tight ass.  You reach down for the ointment lying beside him, something he's brought to protect his skin from the sun, and you pour some into your hand.  You take your cock from his mouth, and smear it with this sweet-smelling oil, then flip Joxer onto his stomach.  You dump some more on his ass, then shove in a finger.  When Joxer starts to thrust back, you slide in another one.  You grab his cock and start pumping it, then ram your own right into him.  You start pounding, and he loves every second of it, calling out your name, until his cock explodes.  As his body shudders, he contracts around you, and you're gone.  Your control snaps, and with a fierce growl you spurt your juices deep inside him."

"Oh god, oh god, oh god...I love you, Joxer!"

"That's it, hon!  Give it all ya got!  There you go!"

"That was incredible--"

"Good.  This call will be charged to your Visa card.  Hope you enjoyed yourself, Harry S.  And please come again."