Pursued by Muscle
by Londonboy
“I’m telling you, Frank, I’m hooked. I’ve got to meet this guy. I’ve never needed something so badly . . . bad . . . which is it?”
“Badly, I think – aw, who cares, he’s just some dude you saw on the metro, Buck. You’ll probably never see him again.”
“I know, I know . . . but I’ve decided to take that same route each day – at the same time - just in case I do. Man, I’m sounding a little stalker-ish, right?”
“A little. Fuck, the dude must be hot as hell and big as a tank to have you this worked up.”
“That’s just it, Frankie, he’s a little guy. The top of his head probably comes up to my shoulder and I bet he weighs about one thirty.”
“What the fuck?”
“I know, I know, it sounds crazy, but I’m telling you I popped a stiff one just watching him.”
“You have got to be fucking kidding me, Buck. You are the hottest bartender in the most popular gay bar in the entire city and you busted some wood for a scrawny guy on the subway? What’s the world coming to?”
“It’s some crazy shit, I know, but there you have it. This dude was just sitting there listening to his iPod and kind of bouncing his head up and down when I noticed him. I couldn’t take my eyes off of the guy – there was just something about him. And then he goes and gives up his seat for this woman with a baby. Hell, I never give up my seat – but he did it with a smile so big that it made my toes curl. He then helped this older man lift his shopping cart across the door of the car. He was so aware of other people and so ready to give anyone a helping hand. And he was just doing it, you know, to be kind.”
“Bucky, you’re turning into a bag of softness, man. What’s up with that? You’re telling me some punk caught your eye just because he was a goody two shoes?”
“Yeah, I guess . . . but he was really cute, too, Frank.”
“Shirley Temple cute or Branch Warren brute cute – there’s a difference, Buck-man.”
“Somewhere in between. Frankie, it was the wildest thing – I’ve never been drawn to anyone in this way. I’ve gotten hard right now just thinking about him.”
“You think I haven’t noticed? It’s kind of difficult to hide that cannon, dude. Hell, keep thinking about the little man on the subway all night long and you’re tips are going to double. Shit, mine will probably double, too. I haven’t seen you this hard since you broke up that fight between those two muscleheads last year. You got off something major when you pulled them apart so easily - and then you really loved watching ‘em struggle hard trying to break free from your grip. Hell, now I’m getting hard.”
“Yeah, this is even hotter than that, man. I think I’ll ride the subway tomorrow at four-thirty, just to see if I can meet him.”
“On your day off? Shit, you do have it bad, don’t you? Well good luck, there, sport. I hope he lives up to your expectations. My experience with the little dudes is that they’ll break your heart quicker than a dress comes off on prom night.”
All night long Buck Richards thought about the small dude he had seen on the subway earlier that day. It slowly turned into an obsession – every customer reminded him of the friendly guy he had stared at for twenty something stops. Buck even knew the cute man’s exit – 8th Street and Broadway. He made a pact to ride the Yellow Line all evening tomorrow if he needed to – that’s how much he wanted to meet this fellow. Frankie was right about one thing, though – the tips came pouring in that evening because Buck’s muscles seemed to bulge larger and his crotch definitely protruded obscenely just because of memories about the mystery man on the subway. Buck was handed a total of twelve telephone numbers during the evening – an all time record - and was even offered two hundred dollars if he’d just go home with a guy and flex for a few hours. The muscled bartender discarded the numbers and turned down the offer to pose for the guy simply because he wanted to get to his place after the bar closed and beat off thinking about the twinkster he’d seen earlier.
It was three-thirty and Buck wasn’t sleepy at all. He kicked off his shoes and was totally nude by the time he walked through his living room and made a beeline to the bed in his back bedroom. His eleven-inch cock was already painfully hard by the time he had slathered his hands in K-Y Intense and started sliding his big mitts up and down the gleaming tool. His excitement had been building all night – even to the point earlier in the evening where he thought it might be necessary for him to step into the men’s room on a break and relieve some of the pressure by splattering the toilet with his juice – all because of the cute guy on the metro. The big man had to quit stroking his giant pole after only three tight pumps because he was so horny. He didn’t want to end too quickly the incredible orgasm buzz he was getting from thinking about the mystery man. He wanted to make this feeling last. His mind drifted to what the guy had been wearing – a multi-colored Ralph Lauren button down and some chinos. Buck had noticed the Movado watch and the beautiful leather belt and shoes, but that hadn’t impressed him at all. The guy’s sleepy grey eyes and his unkempt brown curly hair, as well as his pouty lips and beautiful smile turned Buck on the most. The little man’s chest didn’t push out his shirt at all – as a matter of fact his stomach seemed to be thicker than his upper torso, but that didn’t matter to Buck at all. This fact was amazing to the big man – that he didn’t care the guy was small, he also accepted it as fact – even though it didn’t fit the mold of his previous crush patterns.
“Ohhh, yeahhhh.”
Thinking about so many specifics regarding the smaller guy had caused Buck to return to pumping his hard cock – without him even realizing it. The intense thrill he was getting from the vision in his mind and the tight grip he had on his hardness brought him quickly to the brink of orgasm. Remembering the small guy’s body as he stood up to offer his seat to the lady with the baby and the fact that his dream man smiled in a way that showed flawless white teeth – emphasized by olive looking skin – made Buck arch his back off of the mattress from intense pleasure. The ejaculation that was building was clearly going to be epic. Suddenly, the big man remembered that the object of his affection had been listening to his iPod and mouthing the words to an obscure Tuck and Patti song called “You Take My Breath Away” – one of his own most favorite songs in the world. Buck thanked the gods for the fact that he had learned to read lips since he grew up with a deaf sister. The song was probably Buck’s favorite in the world (even though he would never admit it to anyone) and the fact that this guy seemed to be really getting into it was icing on the already perfect cake. Pre-cum gurgled out of his dick head and slid down the thick fingers of his hand – and the big man was able to focus momentarily on the dense milky glob that slid down the back of his wide paw. His heart skipped a beat from the knowledge that the little guy he had gawked at on the subway could create this kind of powerful response from his big body.
“I need you, man. I need you so much.”
Buck whispered these words as he continued to move his hand up and down his slicked up cock- marveling at the fact that he hadn’t shot his wad yet, but also loving the delayed intense sensations he was creating. For a brief moment he fantasized about projecting his load so hard that it would hit the ceiling – a secret fantasy of his. He certainly realized that no other man would bring him as close to this dream as much as the nameless guy from the metro. This led to an immediate memory of the guy’s tight little ass – something that made Buck moan loudly. The guy’s cute butt had been round and prominent – not in a Jennifer Lopez sort of way, but more like an ass that would happily welcome some massaging from Buck’s tool. It was definitely tight and so fucking inviting. At that moment the big hand had to stop momentarily on the head of the cock – the intense focus on the guy’s butt had brought Buck to the brink of orgasm quicker than anything. The big man held his breath and didn’t move his hand even a fraction of an inch. He was sure that any movement whatsoever would surely send him over the edge.
“Aw shit, hold on Buckeroo – don’t blow your mega wad now.”
Immediately stopping all movement saved Buck from releasing his jacked-up load momentarily. His mind, however, started drifting into territory he had never explored before. It was so disconcerting and thrilling at the same time, but Buck allowed his thoughts to drift in a new direction. Thoughts of being fucked by the little guy started to zoom into Buck’s mind. It was something that had never been part of his jerking-off images before, but the intensity they instantly created made the big man stay with the vision. He had never felt anything as invigorating as this – thoughts of being plowed by the little guy. Buck concentrated on the image of laying on his stomach with the little guy on his wide back guiding his hardened dick into Buck’s waiting ass – and the feeling of what it would be like to be pounded by a guy you craved so much. This particular picture proved to be the breaking point for Buck’s resistance to the inevitable. His slicked up cock suddenly started spewing – as if it had a mind of its own – and cum shot up into the air like a dancing fountain and then rained down on Buck’s big body everywhere. It splattered his chest, his abs, his cheeks, and the surrounding sheets on the bed. He didn’t hit the ceiling with his ejaculation but it did shoot higher than he ever remembered before and it was certainly the most juice he had ever produced. Because of the early hour in the morning and the pure exhaustion caused by the momentous orgasm, Buck immediately drifted toward sleep. His hand was still latched on to his hard prick and copious amounts of thick cum began to crust all over his spent body. As the big man slowly fell into a deep sleep a smile crept across his calm face – placed there because dreams of subway man had already begun.
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