Trading Up 3
by Londonboy
Just more romance.
If a person has never had the fortunate opportunity to grab hands with a heavily muscled stud it’s kind of hard to explain what it feels like. For me it can best be described as immediately remembering the safety of your mother’s womb, recalling the fist time you were tossed in the air by some adult male when your were a child, or the first time your father let you sit in his lap – it’s all of these rolled into one. There’s a sense of security and strength that hits you with a bang and then slowly starts to encompass your entire being. It’s a feeling that is almost indescribable. As soon as I slid my smaller hand into Mark’s calloused muscled palm and fingers I knew I would judge all later encounters against this one. The grip was strong and masculine, without even trying to be. The sexual jolt between us was so powerful that it felt like I had been struck by lightning. It registered on some level that the big man had actually been affected in the same way, but I figured he was too drunk to notice, which was really a good thing. I didn’t want my overt reaction to feeling his big body cause the guy any more confusion. I kept reminding myself that the evening had been planned mainly as a way to help Mark find a fun place to hang out in the city – not to complicate his life with crushes from older men. We had set out to find a bar where he would feel comfortable enough to visit alone and, more importantly, a place where he’d feel okay to not leave by himself. I had a strange feeling that Mark’s first excursion into departing the bar with some hunky trick was still far in the future, but we needed to lay a good foundation now. That was my entire focus for the evening. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself, but as soon as I felt his thick forearm go around the small of my back I returned to only erotic thoughts about his body and what that body could do to and for me.
“Hey, George, we’re the same height. That’s cool, huh?”
“Yes, but I’m afraid that’s where the similarities of our bodies end, Mark.”
“Yeah, you have sandy brown straight hair and if I let mine grow out it’s pitch black and very curly. You also have blue eyes and I have brown eyes. We’re pretty different, but we’re the same height.”
Why on earth did this guy begin with the differences in our hair and eyes – those were the last things that anyone else would notice as not being the same. Even people with poor vision would have jumped first to the fact that this guy was thicker than shit and I had what most people would call a decent, but normal, body. It was pretty clear that most psychologists would have a field day in studying Mark and his thoughts. The man was just so unbelievably self-unaware! The grip on my hand got a little tighter and the forearm against my back pulled me closer to the muscle beast, who was still gyrating his hips wildly – and this caused my hard cock to brush up against his crotch numerous times. I was on sensitivity overload and had no idea where to let my gaze rest. I didn’t want to stare into Mark’s eyes; for fear he might see my uncontrollable lust. I didn’t want to look at his massive chest because that might make me lose all control of my legs and become a glob of putty in his arms. And, lastly, I couldn’t look at his raised bent arm next to my own or I knew I would explode like a cannon because of the beautiful mound of peaked meat that kept flexing up and down as we danced. And so I did the most natural thing when you are turned on beyond belief, I shut my eyes. This only intensified my awareness of how different parts of our connection felt. Mark’s hand was strong and I knew my fingers were beginning to go numb from lack of blood pumping into them. His forearm at my back was now basically holding me up in the air – causing me to stand on my tiptoes since he was lifting upward a little. When my crotch bumped into his my cock would twitch with excitement from the brief blast of friction. I was slowly getting lost in the big man’s body and then the music stopped. I don’t think I had ever been so disappointed in my life. I felt the grip on my hand release and suddenly the presence of the forearm disappeared. I opened my eyes and saw that Mark was smiling broadly. I tried to smile back as nonchalantly as I could, but I don’t think I was convincing.
“See, George, I knew you could dance.”
“I think the poor man was basically carried – that’s not considered dancing.”
I shot a look at Stanley, who had obviously been turned on by my encounter with the object of our muscle lust. The outline of a large piece of meat in his pants gave it away. I quickly returned to my seat, gulped down some of my martini, and then adjusted the throbbing cock in my own pants. I fought hard to regain some of my earlier control over the situation – attempting to rekindle my desire to help Mark become more comfortable with himself and not focus only on my need to get off on his muscles. It was getting much harder – forgive the pun - to regain that kind of control as the night progressed. My intention was again severely interrupted and diverted to thoughts of Mark when his two big hands suddenly started massaging my shoulders.
“You seem so tense, George. What’s up with that? You’re supposed to be having fun.”
“I think George is having a little too much fun – that’s the problem, Mark.”
“Careful Stanley, don’t cross that line. Oh . . . yeah . . . that feels really nice, Mark.”
“I hope so. I went to massage school for a few years when I didn’t know what I wanted to do. I haven’t kept up my license, though.”
“A massage therapist, too! Mark, next you’ll be telling us that you were a male stripper on the side.”
“No, Stanley. I never did that. I’d be too embarrassed.”
“Why would you be embarrassed?”
“I don’t know. I guess it’s because I wouldn’t want to be naked in front of people.”
Stanley dropped the glass he was drying. Mark’s comment made him lose control of what he was doing and the beer mug hit the floor and shattered. Stanley’s face was almost as hilarious as Wayne’s had been earlier, when Mark had turned down the offer to go home with him. I, along with Stanley, could not fathom that a guy with Mark’s body and bulging muscles would not look for every possible opportunity to strip down to nothing – or, at least, to his underwear – ala Marky Mark! The broken glass was temporarily a distraction, but then I returned to look at Mark. Stanley finally snapped out of his shocked trance and began to clean up his mess. I knew Mark was pretty tipsy so I thought it might be possible to dig a little deeper into his psyche than usual.
“Um, Mark, do you think you’re body’s good enough to be stripper?”
“No way!”
“Why not?”
“I dunno, lots of reasons. I’m kind of short, my lats need more work, and I think most strippers have model level good looks. Those are just some of the things that come to mind right away.”
I could not believe what I was hearing. First of all, I had already noticed how the guy’s lats made his shirt tight across his chest and back. The things flared out wide and looked completely big and beautiful to me. As for his height, the guy was so freaking wide and thick that he came across as much taller, but it didn’t even matter – the guy was definitely a respectable five nine or ten. And as for his looks, he was partially right. The guy would never be a runway model and he probably wouldn’t be used in some Dolce and Gabbana ad, but he had the kind of rough down-home handsomeness that was so much hotter than a perfectly sculpted pretty boy. Mark’s looks were certainly boyish, but because of his bulging muscles he came across as a jacked up college student or a young bodybuilder about to hit his prime. And then there was the fact that his buffness made him look strong as hell, too – something that no GQ beauty stud possessed. Suddenly, I started to question if Mark was for real. It just seemed so unfathomable that a guy built like him could be so unaware of his studliness factor. I looked at his face and saw that he wasn’t looking me in the eyes and his face had turned red again. It was pretty clear that these actions were definitely authentic. My entire idea of the things that automatically give a guy the right to be cocky was being challenged and I was intensely befuddled. The guy shyly looked up at me after a moment of silence.
“Hey buddy, you’re a huge stud that . . . “
“No, I’m not, George.”
“Wait, let me finish. You’re a huge stud that should be proud of the work you’ve done. I know that’s hard for you, but trust me when I say that you are very handsome and have the kind of body that most guys go crazy over. Trust me on this one.”
“Uh, thanks George. I guess I’m kind of used to hearing other stuff for most of my life, but that’s a conversation for another time. Could I ask a favor, though, can we change the subject now? I really don’t like to talk about myself. I’m having the best time I’ve had in a long time and I don’t want to spoil it with chit chat about me or my past. I’m looking forward, into the future, and you have helped this night to be great. Thanks for that. And now, I think I’m going to have another beer.”
“Are you sure that’s a good idea, Mark?”
“You’re going to take care of me, right? No matter what?”
“No matter what. I promise.”
“Then I want to have some more fun!”
I was now staring at the true kid in the candy store – just as I had predicted. I was now one hundred percent sure that this night was in many ways a first for Mark. I’m sure he had never stayed at a gay bar for as long as he had been here and I’m sure he had never spoken to anyone before. I was doubly sure that he did not have any gay friends and he might not have even told anyone he was gay. I was also convinced he had never been with a guy before – romantically or sexually. It was also possible that he had never had sex with a woman, either. It suddenly dawned on me that the guy had probably never been drunk before – and that was supported by the fact that we had to force him to drink the first three but now that he was getting a little tipsy he was starting to order them himself.
“Hey, Mark, before you start that next beer why don’t you write down your address so I know where to take you later on.”
“Oh I’m not going to get drunk, George. Don’t worry.”
“Well, let’s just do it for safety’s sake, okay?”
I grabbed a pen from the other side of the bar and handed it to Mark with a napkin. Watching the guy hunched over the counter writing was such an incredibly sexy shot – arm bulging as he wrote, chest poking out since it was pushed together, and the guy’s massive shoulders supporting his cute head. I couldn’t believe some guy simply writing down his address was turning me on so much. I had certainly fallen into the abyss that was Mark Richardson. He finished the job and handed me the napkin, smiling like a proud school- boy. I looked at the address and was shocked to find out that Mark lived across town, about forty-five minutes away.
“My God! You mean to tell me you come from there to work every day! Why do you live so far away?”
“Hey, it’s expensive to live in this part of town. I’ve got a great job, but I also have school loans to pay back. It’s not that bad. I take the subway.”
“Well, we’re not taking it tonight. You can stay at my place this evening. I certainly don’t want to venture that far out in this rain.”
“Oh no, I couldn’t do that, George. I mean that’s great of you to offer, but I don’t want to impose. I can head home now, then. Forget about another beer. Let me get my stuff.”
“No!”
“Please don’t’ go!”
Stanley and I spoke at the same time. He was done cleaning up the mess and had quickly taken care of every customer along the bar, so he return to listening to our conversation. We looked at each other and we both smiled at how desperate we had become – wanting Mark to stay so we could continue to gaze at all of his massiveness. We both had become very attached to the young stud and felt very protective of him. Well, at least that’s what I was telling myself at the moment – and believing it.
“Mark, it’s no problem. I’ve got a second bedroom and it’s all yours for the evening. What do you have to do tomorrow, anyway?”
“Nothing, except go to the gym.”
Both Stanley and I sighed. Our heads were immediately filled with visions of this Greek god lifting weights – heavy weights – the heavier the better. These thoughts made me double my efforts. I was now convinced that allowing Mark to have a great time tonight should be my number one goal. I decided to pull out all the stops in order to make Mark want to stay at the bar even later.
“Well, I happen to belong to the new Equinox gym near here – ever hear of it?”
“Yeah. Everyone says it’s fantastic.”
“You could come as my guest tomorrow, if you stayed over. Really, I don’t mind Mark. I want you to hang out here longer and have some more fun. And I’d rather not go all the way to your place and back tonight. You’d actually be doing me a favor.”
I could see the guy was torn between being polite and his desire to go to the new state of the art gym that everyone was, indeed, talking about. He really didn’t want to impose on me, which I found so endearing. It was clear he was a thoughtful guy. My craving to see him work out overruled any thoughts about allowing him to leave. I now had a one-track mind and was determined to win. And I was definitely a guy that didn’t like to lose – ever.
“And don’t worry about work out clothes, I’m sure I’ve got something that will fit you.”
“Ha, doubt it.”
“Stanley, you’re not helping!”
“Well, if you’re sure, Mr. Davis . . . I mean, George. That’s really kind of you. And I’d really like to stay and have a few more beers.”
“And I’ll be happy to serve you those beers, Mark.”
“Thanks, Stanley. It’s been so great to meet you.”
“Like I said earlier, Mark. You feel free to treat this as your second home – you’re welcome any time.”
“Thanks.”
“Then it’s settled. We’ll order some food from the Italian place next door and make an evening of it. Stanley, my man, Mark would like another beer and my martini glass seems to be empty. Can you help me with that?”
“Coming right up, George.”
“Man, this is really fun. I’ve never had such a great time. I appreciate it guys.”
“The evening’s only just begun, Mark. Wait until this place gets really busy.”