Something Else: Jeff and Chris (Part 2)

[arpeejay]

By Richard Jasper

Part 1: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=16734

Prequel: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=16715

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They went to Chris' place. Jeff tried to avoid bringing guys back to Brad and Keith's place unless he already knew the guy or had at least a little bit of a clue. After all, Chris seemed like a really nice guy but for all Jeff knew he was an axe-murderer (albeit a very small one.)

Didn't remotely cross Jeff's mind to worry about going to Chris' place -- he never worried about something like that. Who hell was gonna give him any grief?

Chris' town house north of the bar district was pretty spectacular. Three stories, three thousand square feet, totally modern yet warm and inviting, every piece of classy, high-priced furniture perfectly placed.

"Jeez, Chris, this is one helluva pad! What did you say you do for a living?"

Chris flashed a big grin.

"I didn't, Mr. Corporate Attorney," he replied, causing Jeff's eyes to widen. "And, yes, our bartender pal told me all about you."

Jeff, sitting on the Italian leather sofa, took the Waterford tumbler full of brandy from Chris and stretched his mammoth arm along the back. Twisting his girder-thick wrist caused tsunamis of muscle to ripple up and down his arm.

"So...?" Jeff inquired.

"Don't laugh," Chris replied. "I'm a gynecologist."

Jeff smiled broadly but squelched the chuckle.

"A well-paid one, I see," he pointed out.

Chris shrugged his slight shoulders.

"What can I say? Lots of women like a doctor they can look down on! And little hands fit into delicate places, you know?"

Jeff did laugh then.

"I hafta say I don't know much about little," he pointed out.

Chris stood in front of the big man. Even though Jeff was seated, he was still looking Chris pretty much in the eyes.

Slowly, as if he were some porno star, Chris pulled off his expensive polo shirt.

"Damn, boy," Jeff said, looking Chris up and down. "You really are one hot fuck, aren't you?"

For such a small man, Chris had an intense degree of muscularity. His pecs, delts, traps, biceps, forearms, abs, were all full, perfectly formed, and ripped to shreds. He was also excellently proportioned and smooth as silk.

Chris squared his shoulders, puffed up his chest, and gave Jeff a quick double bi shot.

"Ya think so?" Chris asked. "Like I was saying, I'm kinda beefy for 5'2, don't you think?"

Jeff nodded.

"You get just a little bit bigger and you'll have the short class guys trembling in their posers," Jeff said. "How much do you weigh?"

Chris shook his head.

"Not yet," Chris said. "I'm the one who needs to be asking the questions."

Wow, Jeff thought. He's one take charge little fuck, isn't he?

"Such as?" Jeff asked.

"Such as: How much do you bench, Big Man?"

Jeff smiled.

"A lot of people think the muscles are just for show," he observed. "But the truth is I hold the record."

Chris just looked at him; Jeff realized he wasn't going to wiggle out from under Chris' questioning.

"At my last me, 1320 lbs.," Jeff said, shyly.

Chris smiled.

"That's exactly 11 times as much as I weigh," he observed.

Jeff did the arithmetic in his head and his dick jumped.

"You only weigh 120 lbs?! Damn, Chris, you look a lot bigger than that to me!"

Chris laughed.

"That's because you can't comprehend a guy's real size unless he's twice what I weigh," he pointed out. "I know who you hang out with."

Jeff blushed.

"Randy told me you can pick him up with one hand," Chris continued. "Is that the case?"

Jeff nodded. Truth was, he'd one-handed plenty of guys bigger than Randy but...

"That's exactly twice what I weigh," Chris observed. "I'm 120, Randy is 240."

ZING!

Jeff's semi-turgid cock achieved rock hardness.

"Show me," Chris said. "Show me your bod, Big Man."

Jeff slowly stood up; the top of Chris' head disappeared under Jeff's pec shelf while Chris unbuckled Jeff's built.

Jeff pulled out the tails of his shirt, slowly unbuttoning the custom-tailored silk button-up, revealing his massive fur-covered torso.

"That's fucking hot," Chris admired.

With that he pulled Jeff's pants slowly down his legs, revealing more and more the humongous, fur-covered tree trunks. The head of Jeff's enormous tool stuck way out the top of his tighty-whities.

"Mmmm," Chris breathed. "You're a whole lotta man!"

Jeff reached his hand down and Chris stepped on it as if it were some organic elevator. With no visible exertion, Jeff lifted Chris in front of him so that the two men, one small, the other so large, were looking directly into each other's eyes.

"I think we should take this discussion some place more comfortable," Chris said. "Don't you agree?"

Jeff looked at the petite, perfectly proportioned man whose small feet perfectly filled the palm of massive, muscular hand.

"Tell me where you want me, boss," Jeff replied.

Boss? he thought. Where did that come from?

"Up those stairs," Chris replied. "We need room to spread out."

* * *

Chris' bedroom occupied the entire top floor of the town house, centered on a custom steel-framed California king bed that looked like it would have no trouble supporting a hippopotamus!

Jeff eyed the bed, eyed Chris, eyed the bed.

"Isn't that a bit excessive?"

Chris had the decency to blush.

"What can I say?" he asked. "I like big guys!"

Jeff leaned back on the silk bolster at the head of the bed.

"Fuck," Chris said, "You look like you fill up the whole thing."

Jeff looked from side to side.

"Not quite," he said. "But my shoulders are 40 inches across."

Chris shook his head.

"Ya know, Jeff, I've been with some really big guys in my time but never one as big as you."

Jeff smiled.

"You're not likely to find one as big as I am, ya know."

Chris straddled Jeff's hips. Compared to his vast shoulders, Jeff's hips were slender indeed but they had to be thick enough to hold up his 39-inch quads. Chris had to stretch to get his short legs on either side of Jeff's sequoia-thick legs.

"You could house a family of four in your pec cleavage, couldn't?"

Jeff smirked and rolled his monstrous pecs up and down.

"Jesus," Chris said.

Jeff put his hands on either side of Chris' tiny waist.

"You are so fucking proportional," he mused. "And so fucking tiny."

Chris laughed.

"Don't I wish! It's all the way up to 26 inches -- I must be getting old."

With that, Jeff slowly lifted his mountainous arms and gave them a full flex.

"29 inches, Boss Man," Jeff said. "Bigger than your waist."

Chris took Jeff's right wrist -- he could barely get his hands around it -- and placed Jeff's hand against the headboard.

"Shall I get out the cuffs?" he asked, playfully.

Jeff grunted.

Damn, he thought. I thought I was already hard!

"Do you think they would fit?" he asked.

Chris sighed.

"No, come to think of it, I don't think they will," he pointed out. "I'll just have to think of other ways to keep you in place."

Jeff chuckled.

"You and what army?" he asked.

Chris leaned down and licked Jeff's left nipple.

The shock was electric.

Gina!

The image came unbidden to Jeff's mind.

My God, he Jeff thought. He's the male version of Gina.

"How many men have you fucked with that thing?" Chris asked.

Jeff gawped.

"Now, that's a personal question, isn't it?!"

Chris smiled.

"And you want to answer it, don't you?"

Jeff blushed furiously.

"Plus you know exactly how many, too, right?"

Jeff blew out his cheeks.

"It's fucking hot in here," he pointed out.

Chris looked over his shoulder.

"Actually, it's 70 degrees exactly," he noted. "I always cool it down when there's the possibility of a hot fuck in my bed."

Jeff squirmed. Well, to the extent that a 360 lb. mountain of fur-covered muscle can be said to squirm.

Chris held his gaze, willing Jeff to answer the question.

"A lot fewer than you might think," Jeff said. "It only works with about one guy in 20. And they're usually trolls or fisters or both."

Chris tilted his head to his side.

"Not all fisters are trolls, y'know," he said agreeably.

Uh oh, Jeff thought.

"And how many women? I would think for the most part they're even less able to accommodate you. The average woman's vagina is only 5 1/2 inches deep -- you've got more than twice that."

Jeff colored.

"Uh, well..."

Chris raised his eyebrows.

"Unless you've never played with women?" he mused. "I'd've thought a big strapping football hero like you would have been tripped left and right. Women on the prowl can be fierce!"

Jeff smiled, thinking about all his near misses. Then he thought of Gina and smiled more.

"Ah," Chris said. "Not totally a straight virgin, I see. You did it when, in high school?"

Jeff laughed at that.

"Actually, to tell you the God's honest truth, it was just last night."

Chris's mouth fell open.

"And she was a totally hot fuck," Jeff added. "I don't know how she got it all in but she did and it was waaaay better than what you get from trolls and fisters."

Chris pounded the big man on his massive, granite-hard pec.

"Oh, c'mon," he said. "You're not telling me you've never satisfactorily fucked a hot guy?"

Jeff grinned.

"Well, no, I didn't say that. Quite a few in fact. It's just relatively speaking..."

Chris laughed.

"S'okay, I don't wanna know how many you've been with. I don't think I can count that high."

Jeff looked like he was about to ask a question of his own when Chris continued.

"And the other way? How many times have you been on the receiving end?"

Jeff rolled his eyes.

"Nobody ever wants to fuck me," he pointed out. "I'm too big. They want it from me, even though 9 times out of 10 they can't take it."

Chris put his forefinger to his lip.

"Never?"

Jeff sighed.

"Never."

Chris bent down and put his head inside the cavernous space formed by the intersection of Jeff's pec, lat, and deltoid complex.

"Hello in here, here, here," he said, emulating an echo, then added. "You could fucking crush me like an egg, couldn't you, Big Boy?"

Much to his chagrin, Jeff's cock throbbed, a lot, something Chris couldn't help noticing considering where he was sitting and the size of Jeff's monster tool.

"Yep," Chris. "So much strength, so much power."

Jeff felt beads of sweat break out on his clear, broad brow.

"But you want me to fuck you, don't you?"

Jeff panted.

"Damn, Chris, are you sure that thermostat isn't set to 90?"

Chris planted his small mouth on Jeff's and spent the next few minutes extracting Jeff's tonsils.

"We could be in a refrigerator," Chris said. "You'd still be fucking hot."

He looked at Jeff again.

"Now answer the question."

Jeff felt something unclinch inside of him, a clinch he had never known he had.

He cupped Chris' handsome face in his grizzly bear hands, looked deep into those liquid blue eyes, and, at last, answered the question:

"Yes, Chris," he said. "Yes, I do."

[Gee, I guess there will be a 3rd part after all!]

Conclusion: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=16759

[philat99]

There sure will be at least a part 3, I say getting into Chris's role. You are really on the proverbial roll, Richard. Your creative juices are really flowing. I sure do look forward to all that comes next. I have my suspicions. I'll have to wait to see whether they play out.
Mike

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Hey, sometimes inspiration comes in a flood.. Cums ? In a flood??!! Aw please...
Keep Writing.

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