Zack was a bully when he and Danny were kids and a terrible tease as well. Five years older than Danny, everyone thought Zack was charming, but the gardener's son made Danny's life hell when he came round to help his dad. It was a delicious hell however as Zack grew older and turned into an amazing looking hunk of a man - for young Danny was as bent as a fish hook! As young adults they had drifted apart, until fate brings them together again in the dark of 'The Bushes' Brighton's premier gay cruising spot. Naive young Danny finds himself in some serious trouble, but a knight in shining armour comes to his rescue. Was this fate? Or is something more sinister going on? Is this yet another - Zack Attack! Extract Zack was there raiding the fridge, which mum told him he could do whenever he felt hungry. His back was to me, so I had the chance to look. And fuck – did he look gorgeous! I just gawped at him, not able to move or tear my eyes away from the glory of what I was seeing. I gawped at the bulging muscles under his tight bronzed skin that formed his V-shaped back; and the Maori inspired tattoo that now adorned most of his right arm with biceps proudly flexed. I gawped at his ass which looked like a couple of pumped up balloons barely contained by his sexy Lycra trunks. And then he turned round! I should have known better and looked away, but my eyes refused to budge. With my gaze firmly fixed to the swell of Zack’s ass, he turned around and presented me another swell. My jaw dropped even further as I gawped at his frontage, because the horny big bastard had a full on erection! It was beautifully contoured by the black Lycra trunks save for the end which had forced its way out above the waistband, such was his impressive length. His glans stood free – a lovely pink tapered head glistening in the light and oozing a little silvery fluid from the eye that was clear to see. I gasped! I froze! My eyes were fixed to the wonder before me. I forgot myself totally in the timeless moment as I wallowed in the sight of Zack’s cock – partially hidden and partially shown – vibrant and potent, sexy as all hell. Then the moment came crashing down around me. “Like what you see, Danny Boy?” Zack let out a laugh and slugged back some orange juice whilst with his free hand he rubbed his palm over his crotch, stroking his cock up and down. Any bloke with an ounce of decency in him would have then covered himself up after this shameless display. But not Zack! No, he ended his fondling with his trunks further down so that his big cock was left half way out. Still holding the carton he walked in my direction, his erection proudly on display – a beast of a prick standing in salute with the head almost touching his navel. When Zack reached me he gave me a couple of light smacks on my left cheek. It was already scarlet – harder blows could not have reddened it more. “Yeah, I reckon you do! Well, well! A poof! Your mum and dad will be pleased.” Then he walked off chuckling away to himself. The bastard! “I’m not!” I cried after him. “Don’t you dare say that I am!” “Yeah, right!” he cried back still walking away. Then to top it all off he reached round with his free hand and pulled down his trunks to flash me his ass. I gawped at the glory of it – two beautiful round globes of firm young flesh that were covered by flawless white skin. The tone was so in contrast to the bronze of his back and legs – it accentuated his ass, making it a focus of attention. Not that any gay eye could fail to be drawn there – it was stunning beyond belief. Finally, my tears blurred this splendid vision and at last I regained the power of speech. “I’m not! I’m not!” I screamed again. But we both knew this was a lie.