Big Differences, Part 1

[musclemike85]

Big Differences

Chapter 1

I’m the guy you probably check out at the bar all the time. It really can’t be helped, I tend to stick out often. Being 6’5” and almost 275lbs of muscle makes me real hard to miss. But this isn’t a story about me. Well, it is, but more importantly its about a man I met and the great awesome times we had together.

It was a typical spring evening in Chicago. After the brutal winter, people were going out in droves to enjoy the amazing weather we had been having. Boystown was no different. So there I was, spending another night alone at Sidetrack. Before you get too concerned, I had never really been that alone. I had taken home my fair share of guys. But none of them really satisfied me. Most of them viewed me as a piece of meat, others talked too much or too little, had different politics, views on life, etc. I am kinda picky afterall…

But on this one night, as is the usual for every night, a man came over and offered to pay for my drink. He was pretty average, as far as a typical Chicago gay goes. About 6’, 190, lean, maybe early 30’s, late 20’s. He smiled, and I couldn’t help but think he was pretty damn cute.

“Name’s John” he said, holding out his hand. I grabbed his with my bigger hand and shook. I couldn’t help but notice how strong his grip was.

“Mitch” I said back, grinning down to him. He took the empty stool beside me.

“So what’s a big guy like you doing here alone?” He asked, sipping from one of Sidetrack’s signature slushie drinks, the ones that I always drank too fast and got the worst brain freeze of my life from. I had to laugh at the question. It was about the millionth time I had heard it.

“You know every guy who buys me a drink asks me that?” I said, giving him a devilish smirk. But something was different about him. Most guys usually start fawning over me at this point, rubbing my bulging arms, or rubbing their leg against mine, or bluntly asking me if I wanted to fuck him hard at his place. But he sat there, pretty confident of himself.

“I’m not like most guys.” He told me, as he continued to sip his drink. I couldn’t help but be intrigued. After all, I was used to getting what I wanted. And here John was, interested in me, but not being a horny idiot about it. I took a swig of my beer, flexing my big bicep while I did. A couple guys nearby Oooed, but John said nothing.

“Really?” I asked. “What makes you special?”

“Well…” he started, moving his bar stool closer. I could only imagine what bullshit he was going to tell me. That his cock was 11”, that he would be the best lay I ever had. “I could cream you in an arm wrestling contest.”

He had my attention now. This little guy, telling the big bodybuilder in the room he can beat him? I had to laugh.

“No offense, little guy, but in case you hadn’t noticed…” I started, bringing my arm in front of him, and flexing my pumped 20” in his face, “I kinda got you beat in the size and strength department!”

Again, the Oooing, but nothing from John. He calmly set his drink down, put his elbow on the table, and held out his hand. “Tell you what, you beat me, you can do whatever you want with me. Fuck me, ignore me, whatever you want. If I win, however, you’re mine for the evening.”

I grinned, figuring this guy had way too much to drink. But I was never one to back down from a challenge. I put my own meaty arm on the table, grasping his smaller hand with my bigger paw, and flexed hard. The whole bar was watching us now, and I wasn’t ready to disappoint a crowd.

“Alright lil buddy, time to wipe that shit eating grin off your face!” I started to push hard against his hand, but he didn’t move. I grinned, knowing that I wasn’t really using any of my strength. He was doing a good job of hiding his discomfort. I pushed harder. He barely noticed anything.

“Oh I’m sorry Mitch, I didn’t know we started!” He said, and started to push back effortlessly. I couldn’t believe his strength. I pushed my hardest, but he wasn’t budging. In fact, my arm was starting to move down! I looked at his arm, and noticed he had a pretty big pump going on from the exertion. Almost too big…I knew I should have laid off the beer tonight. Suddenly, he effortlessly slammed my arm to the table.

There was dead silence in the bar, except for the loud pop music. All I could do was stare, mouth wide open. I had been beaten for the first time, and by a guy 80lbs less than me! But, I was never one to go back on my promises.

“Alright, you caught me off-guard little man, but that’s only because I gave you a break.” I lied, not wanting my reputation to go down the toilet. I was just the nice guy letting the average Joe have a big piece of heaven tonight. John finished his drink, and squeezed my hand hard. He leaned over, whispering to me.

“Lets go to your place. I want to see you without that tight wifebeater on.” He let go of my hand, gave my big pecs a squeeze, and jumped off the stool. I sat there for a second, still a bit shellshocked, but I quickly caught up with him outside.

~~

My apartment wasn’t that far away. Easy access you could say. As we walked out, John put his arm around my broad shoulders. And as we walked, I couldn’t help put feel his arm flexing against my back. At least that’s what it felt like. I shrugged it off as I walked into my apartment. Mine was a modest one bedroom apartment with a big living room, complete with some weights. I shut the door behind him, and locked it.

“So what do you have in store for me tonight?” I asked. He smirked, and walked up close to me. He stood on his tiptoes, and gently kissed my lips. Now I had made out with many a man, as I told you before, but man, this guy could kiss! I put my hands on his waist, kissing back, closing my eyes, and letting my tongue explore his mouth. When I opened them, he was looking into my eyes, but he wasn’t on his tip toes. I jumped back, freaked out.

“What the fuck? This some kinda joke? Some sort of freaky trick?” I looked him over. It wasn’t a trick. His shirt barely covered his tight abs, his jeans were up to his ankles. He looked like he went through puberty in two seconds. John had grown. That was when I saw his shirt pushing out, like it was being inflated from beneath His pecs started to push out and grow, making his t-shirt rise higher and higher. Then it spread out to his arms, his biceps and triceps pushing his sleeps up to his growing shoulders, those forearms looking more like Popeye’s arms. There was a rip as his broadening shoulders and growing traps started to tear it to pieces. I looked down and realized I had been missing the show on his legs. His quads made the jeans look painted on. His calves looked enormous, and caused a few tears. And his package was bulging out as well. When he stopped, I couldn’t help but notice some familiarity. It was then I noticed he weighed the same amount I did. It was like looking into the mirror, except there was Mitch, my own muscletwin. My cock quickly grew hard, eager to match its counterpart. John grinned back at me.

“I told you I wasn’t like most guys.”

End Part 1

Hey guys, new story, hoped y'all liked.. Short but sweet, but many more chapters to come!

[arpeejay]

Great start! I look forward to more and more and more...

:-)

xoxo

Richard

[cesarvillavi]

Great Story, It a really wonderful story, I can't wait for the next chapter.

[MuscleChgo]

Hot ... I'm ready to read the next chapter!!

[musclemike85]

I'm working on chapter two as we speak...probably be up late tonight, early tomorrow

[avatarnw]

You're off to a great start. Looking forward to your next chapter.

[msclundylvr]

Now that is one hot prospect! ::fans self::

[WorshipMuscle]

Hey, nice to read your story. Can't wait to read more. Thanks!