"Sorry, Sharon...I have to leave..."

In fact, that night was being really bizarre. I should learn what had happened...or what was happening with me. But first, I should escape of that alley....and Sharon´s lust. So, gently, I grabbed her wrist, pulling out her hand far of my erected, throbbing virility.

"Sorry, Sharon....but..but I have to leave....".-I told her, stepping back, breaking the contact with her huge, barely covered bust. Sharon looked at me confused and surprised about the fact a man would have resisted to her charms.

I suppose she felt much more surprised and stunned when she saw the mighty Samson, with a throbbing bulge between his legs, began to soar in the air, leaving her on the dirty, dim alley. But I was also stunned, confused. I needed to talk about that with someone...So, feeling the warm vibrations from my golden greaves and bracelets, which was allowing me to fly, I made my way to the only place I could talk with someone I trust about...

Once his bare feet touched the terrace´s cold floor, my golden bracelets an greaves stopped vibrating. I knew it was late, but I needed to talk with him. I had never felt in such a way ever...at least since I had become in the great Samson.

Slowly, I made my way into the penthouse. At the 27 story, there was no need to close the terrace door. Still on silence, wondering if I was doing the right thing, I crossed the dining room to the bedroom. Suddenly, a light turned on and a voice asked.-"Who goes there?...SAM?!?! WHAT THE....".-Michael yelled, surprised at the view of me, his powerful friend on his room. Somehow, immediately, he realized something was wrong. My will collapsed..I was dejected, discouraged.

"Sorry, Michael...But I needed to talk with you...with somebody...".-I replied with almost inaudible voice.

Michael approached to me. Gently, my ex led me to the bed. Soon, his hands began to massage my back and shoulders as he had made in the past, when....well....you can imagine that. Then, I began to told him the strange events that had happened me...even the encounter with Sharon...

Michael didn´t say a word during my story. As usual, he knew what to in these cases to make me feel better. His fingers sinking and sliding one time and another on my massive, dense muscles, the proximity of his also muscular body close to mine...the knowledge that he would never judge me....I was feeling better and better. I was feeling relaxed as ever.