Meeting New People 2

[Greggrth]

And back with part 2. Thanks for all the encouragement guys ^_^ Enjoy

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I walked confidently down the street, clutching the scrap of paper I?d copied Tom?s directions onto. It said he lived down this street, though I was having trouble distinguishing which apartment building was his. They all looked exactly the same, and incredibly tall. I walked up the steps to one of them, checked the names on the list and sighed with relief when I found Tom?s. I pressed the button without hesitation and waited with baited breath.

The speaker crackled as that wonderful voice came through, if a bit out of breath. ?Steve?? it panted.

?Yeah? I said, pressing the speak button. ?Are you OK??

?Yeah I? I just lost track of time?

?Oh, is this a bad time??

?No! No, no, no, no of course not. Come on up, I?ve just got too? erm??

The line went dead and I heard a buzz. The door opened and I made my way up to the 11th floor. When I stepped off, I saw that there weren?t as many doors lining the wall as I?d thought there?d be. They were well spaced, nothing but a long stretch of blue wall between the white doors. I walked further down, looking for number 11E, I could hear a strange clanking. As I drew closer to the door, the clanking only got louder and I could also hear some low curses.

Tentatively, I lifted my hand and knocked on the door. The clanking stopped abruptly and everything went quiet.

?Tom?? I called and knocked again. ?Is everything OK??

?Yeah, everything?s fine, just a sec?

The clanking started again, more hurriedly now. ?If you?re busy I could--?

?No! Everything?s fine, the doors open, come in, I?ll? I?ll be with you in a second?

I stepped into Tom?s apartment, finding myself in a narrow white corridor. There as a coat rack holding a jacket behind the door, the jacket looking large enough to hold two of me with little strain. There was also a little mat at the foot of the wall with two pairs of shoes; one being the pair I?d seen Tom in yesterday and the other? well, for some reason, he had a smaller pair of trainers, about a size 8 by the looks of them. Did Tom have a roommate?

The clanking had stopped by the time I taken my shoes off and started walking down the corridor, but then I heard a door slam and some hurried, heavy footsteps. The corridor led me into a spacious living room, with a huge widescreen T.V taking up one wall and the thick, leather chairs arranged around a glass coffee table. I could see some muscle magazines on the edge, a pint glass resting on one of them with a fork in it.

?Tom??

?Take a seat,? came Tom?s voice from a door on the far side, ?almost done?

?Are you sure I?m not--?

The door flung open and Tom almost fell into the room. He caught himself on the doorframe though and I heard it creak before he straightened himself up. His hair was tussled and a bit wet, like he?d just come out of the shower, and his deodorant was coming off in powerful waves. He was smiling at me, but his chest was rising and falling as he panted quietly. I became mesmerised by the way his pecs moved, so much so it took me a while to speak. ?Is everything OK??

?Yeah, no, everything?s fine. Like I said I just? lost track of time?

?What were you doing?? I asked, looking around the room. I noticed a few marks in the carpet, like something big and heavy had been there a few minutes ago. Then I remembered the clanking. ?Were you working out??

He dipped his head. ?Yeah. I? I got caught up in the pump?

?So you work out every morning? That?s impressive?

?Actually, I usually workout in the afternoon, just after lunch. But, what with you coming round, I didn?t want you to have to wait around. Watching me workout wouldn?t be very interesting?

I doubted that.

?Especially as I usually like to do it in my underwear?

Underwear?

?Clothes just feel too constricting you know??

Maybe you should take your clothes off now.

?Steve??

?Yes??I blurted, probably looking really stupid. ?Sorry I? So, what would you like to do??

He laughed once. ?Erm, well, you know I said we could meet that artist friend of mine? Apparently this other project of his has got him really busy, and he?s not got time to talk. I hope that?s alright?

?Yeah it?s fine. I wouldn?t want to disturb him if he was busy?

?I know, you?re great like that? his smile suddenly faltered as though he wasn?t happy with what he just said, so he ploughed on and added, ?We could hang out here for a bit if you like? Did you want something to drink? Tea??

?Tea would be nice?

?Ah, then I?m gonna have to call on one of my neighbours. I don?t have any tea bags I?m afraid?

?Oh, well in that case I--?

?No it?s fine, I?ll just be a--?

?--but I don?t want--?

?--no trouble, just--?

?--I could just have--?

?--it?s fine, really? he laughed, patting my arm. ?I needed to check on Ms A anyway?

?Oh? OK then. As long as you?re not going to any trouble for me?

?I?m not? he said seriously, though he couldn?t stop smiling. His hand was still on my arm, and he kept it there for another beat before letting it slid down and off. ?Make yourself comfy, I?ll be back soon?

I watched him leave, taking in the way his body moved. His back was deliciously broad, the muscles shifting beneath his shirt and skin as he swung his arms, his legs rolling over one another slightly, thighs rippling and flexing, that gorgeous arse of his bulging in his jeans. I don?t know why, but for some reason he looked a little bigger than I remembered. Maybe it was because I hadn?t seen his back before now, having been too taken with his front to notice just how truly wide he was. He gave me a wave before he slipped out the door, having to twist his torso slightly to get his shoulders through. When the door closed, I let out a little moan.

I had it bad.

I took a few shaky breaths, trying to clear my head and calm my dick. I was rock solid from the image in my head of Tom working out in his underwear. At first it was boxers, but then I imagined them tighter, then they were briefs, then it was a jock strap like I?d seen American?s wear, and then finally it was a flimsy thong like contraption that barely contained him. He was curling dumbbells, watching his biceps bulge and flex, that wiggly vein of his pumping against his skin, becoming more pronounced. His torso was just glistening with sweat and his whole body was pumped with power. Then he looked up from his workout, right at me and gave me a wink.

?OK? I said out loud. ?I need to stop watching porn?

Slowly, I took a little turn round the room, looking at the furniture and being overly nosy. It was oddly large for a flat; there was an adjoining dining room, with the kitchen connected to that. The kitchen was spacious, it had a large metallic oven that looked like it was a bitch to keep shiny, a fridge taller than I was, with an island in the middle of it all, the tiled counter matching those that ran around the edge of the walls.

I went back into the living room and peeked through the door Tom had come barrelling through. There was a short corridor with a door at the end and two facing each other halfway. The doors in the middle led to bedrooms, the one on the right looking like Tom?s as it looked like the most lived in and had a towel on the floor with a door leading to an on suite bathroom in the corner. The room on the other side was very tidy, the bed neatly made and the covers tucked in so tight it looked like I?d need the Jaws of Life to get into it. If Tom did have a roommate, it didn?t look like he slept here that often.

The door at the end of the corridor led to another bathroom, but this one had a massive bath in one corner and a walk in shower in the other. It suddenly struck me that Tom must be very well off to afford a place like this. He?d mentioned that he had a well paying job, but I hadn?t realised it was this well paying.

I went back into the living room and sat down in one of the armchairs. As soon as my butt sank into the cushions, the phone rang with a shrill cry and it made me jump. I looked at it as it rang, not sure whether to answer it or not. It could be important, but then again, it could be private. Thankfully I was saved having to make a choice when the ringing stopped and the phone beeped.

?Hey Tom? came an incredibly deep voice. It was so deep it made the phone crackle, as though it didn?t like the heavy bass tones. ?I guess you?re out with that new friend of yours. Good for you?

I couldn?t help but smile a little, sending prickles of embarrassment over my cheeks. Tom had told people about me?

?Listen, about the stuff you wanted, are you sure this isn?t moving too fast? I mean, you?re still in the early stages, you?ve gotta give it time mate?

Give it time? Is he still talking about me? Maybe my feelings weren?t as one sided as I thought.

?And you really should talk to the guy before things go too far. I know you think you know what you?re doing, but this is a dangerous--?

Suddenly a hand shot out, snatching the phone from its cradle. I was so startled I almost fell out of the chair. I looked up and saw Tom putting the phone to his ear, his face paler than usual. He gave a few quick words into the phone then set it down and tried to give me a smile. ?Erm? sorry about that. Ms A started talking to me and I couldn?t get away. H-how do you take your tea??

I swallowed and took a moment to answer. ?Milk and two sugars please?

?Great? said Tom, looking like he was about to fall apart. He pulled the box of tea bags out from under his arm and held it in front of him. I saw his pecs shift, arms bulge and the box start to squash together before my view was blocked by his back and he went though the dining room.

I sat there quietly for a while, listening as the kettle boiled. What had I just heard? Who was the guy on the phone? Why had Tom looked so shaken? And? what was dangerous?

I shuffled in the chair restlessly. I could hear Tom?s voice floating into the room, just audible over the sound of the kettle. He sounded like he was muttering to himself, and he sounded upset. I could just imagine him hunched over the counter, making the tea while berating himself. He clearly wasn?t happy that I?d overheard that message and that only made me more nervous.

When he came back in with two mugs I stood up. ?I?m sorry, maybe I shouldn?t have come?

?Oh no? he said quickly, setting the mugs down and standing back up again. ?Please don?t go, you?ve got nothing to worry about?

Something in his face chased away my doubts. He looked afraid and ashamed and a bit guilty, but instead of making me feel uncomfortable, it made me feel safe. He wrung his hands, causing those biceps of his to ripple, then clicked his tongue and sat down. ?I?m sorry I?m being so weird it?s just? I know you?re probably thinking about that phone call?

?I didn?t mean to listen? I said, sitting down. ?I mean, it?s not like I tried not to listen, just? I thought about answering and? let you know someone had called but? never mind, let?s just forget about it?

?R-really??

?Yeah. It was a personal call, I shouldn?t have listened?

?It?s not your fault, but thanks for being so understanding?

?It?s fine, don?t mention it?

Tom just nodded and grabbed the nearest mug. He took a sip then pulled a face. ?Ugh, sorry, this is yours? he lent forward and set it down in front of me. As he moved back, he picked up his coffee and drank that instead. Silent seconds ticked by and it was like we?d become strangers again. I racked my brain trying to think of something to break the ice when I saw the DVD player.

?Oh, why don?t we watch that DVD? Do you still have the Sorcerer?s Apprentice??

?Huh? Oh. Oh! Yeah, we could do that? Tom said, rocking to his feet and bending over to grab a DVD. I watched his butt as he worked, my hand trembling, wanting nothing more than to reach out and just give those two orbs a squeeze. They were just so mouth wateringly juicy?

?Shall I get some popcorn??

?No thanks? I said, snapping my neck up to look at his face. ?My tea will be fine?

?OK then. Erm, the view?s actually better from the settee. We could sit on it together. There?s enough room?

I just smiled and nodded, picking myself up and moving to the settee. Tom chewed his cheek, doing his best to hold back his smile as he grabbed the control. He came back and sat beside me, the cushion creaking beneath him as it sank under his weight. The slight dip made me lean his way a bit, but not quite touching. Once he was comfy, we skipped through the trailers and watched the film.

It was pretty good, parts were funny and I loved the special effects. When the hero and his love interest were in this cage watching the Tesla-coils shooting lighting, Tom shuffled in the chair, slumping down and bit and spreading his legs. His leg caught my knee and he muttered an apology, but thankfully he didn?t move it. I lowered my gaze and just compared our legs. His were just so thick and powerful, I couldn?t get over the curves and bulges, it looked so perfect.

I slid my hand down my own leg, tapping my knee casually, hopping to accidentally catch him. When I did, Tom turned his head.

?Sorry, am I taking up too much room?? he whispered, as though this was a cinema as opposed to his own home.

?No, not at all? I laughed. ?I like that fact you?re so big?

The words came out before I could stop them. Tom blinked and his mouth fell open for a beat and I thought I?d really stepped in it. I already knew there were issues about his size, why else hadn?t he told me he was big and buff before? I was about to apologies, but then he laughed and gave me a really bright smile that filled me with relief.

?I?m glad to hear that? he said, placing his large hand on my thigh.

My dick became rock solid as I felt his warm palm, saw the way those thick fingers of his covered so much of my leg so easily and I did my best not to moan when he gave it a rub. I looked up from his hand to his face to see he was watching me intently, those green eyes darting between mine, just drinking me in. I stared right back, taking in the whole of his face, the way his lips rubbed together before the bottom one lowered a fraction. I caught the shadow of his Adam?s Apple bob as he swallowed, then we started to lean closer.

I couldn?t believe I was doing this. It was like something out of a cheesy romance film, but it felt so good. My eyelids fluttered as I closed them partially, unwilling to close them completely, wanting to keep Tom in my gaze. When out lips finally met, I caught Tom?s bottom lip between mine and gave it a little suck. Tom gave a little moan and his lips pressed firmer against mine, his hand leaving my leg to rub my shoulder, forcing me to turn towards him. I didn?t try and resist, even if I?d wanted to I?m sure Tom was more than strong enough. I held onto his shoulder, feeling that huge, hard boulder of muscle before sliding my way up his trap and to his neck, resting at the back of his head. My fingers slipped through his hair as I held onto him, tasting his lips and driving my tongue into his mouth.

?Steve? he whispered as we took a breath, breaking apart for a second, unable to take our eyes off each other. My hand left his neck to stroke his cheek. I could feel a light prickling of stubble. ?Is this? OK??

In answer I kissed him again.

This time, we both acted with more urgency. We both couldn?t stop feeling, rubbing each other, wanting to stay close and never part again. Tom shoved his thick tongue in my mouth and it wrestled with mine, pinning it, overflowing it with ease. When I shuffled on the settee and the leather creaked, Tom ran his hands up my sides and under my arm. Our lips still connected, I gave a little gasp as he lifted me up. I grabbed onto his biceps from instinct, wanting to keep my balance, but Tom held me with such ease. He moved me, lifting me over his legs then setting me down on top of him, my legs sliding either side of him until I was straddling him. Let me tell you, it was a heady experience, feeling all that power between my legs.

Oh, right, I didn?t tell you about his biceps. Fuck, they were rock solid. I had squeezed them as tight as I could, but I hadn?t put a dent in them. My hand had managed to cover the ball of muscle, fingers and thumb reaching into the underside but not quite reaching the start of the triceps. I?d smiled down at him, drinking in the glee on his face as he moved me with such ease, that proud grin becoming lusty once I was on him. I tensed my legs to give him a squeeze and he chuckled.

?Did you know you?re kind of adorable?? he whispered, stroking my arms as he slid down lower in the chair, his abs tensing against my balls as he did. Fuck, it made me shudder. ?Seeing you, seeing that smile? feeling you? it?s better than I ever imagined? His large hands found a home on my waist, fingers slipping under my shirt to stroke my skin.

?You? you imagined that kind of stuff?? I asked quietly. I didn?t know why we were both keeping out voices low, as though afraid talking too loud would ruin the moment. The film was still going on behind me, but I was beyond caring. ?That?s so cool?

?You don?t think I?m weird then??

?Of course not?

?So did you ever? imagine??

?Yes, but reality gave me more than I bargained for? I placed my hands on his pecs, giving them a rub. ?Much more?

Tom chuckled, flexing his pecs against my hands, actually moving my body with the movement. Those tight pillows of muscle bulged off of him, becoming solid and straining against his shirt. ?You like these muscles huh??

?Yeah. You know I do, I gushed enough about how much I love muscle to you. I still can?t believe you never told me you were??

?Big?? he asked with a wink, lifting his arm and flexing that bicep of his. It filled his sleeve up and made me start salivating. Then he shrugged his tight shoulders and dipped his head. ?I don?t know, I was just? shy about it?

?Shy? But you?re? you?re hot. What?s there to be shy about??

Tom started chewing the inside of his cheek again and couldn?t make eye contact. ?I?ll tell you about it later, kay??

?Of course? I said gently, cupping his chin and tilting his head back up. ?I didn?t mean to upset you, I was just? curious?

?It?s fine? he said, the corners of his mouth twitching. ?I understand you being curious. Perhaps this?ll help?

He took his hands from my hips and moved them to his own shirt. He shuffled on the chair, starting to pull his shirt up but making sure I was safe on his laps. I leant back, my butt rubbing into his crotch as I gasped. My gasp had been from the sight of his abs, but when it faltered to a moan it was more due to what I felt between his legs. It was good to know he was enjoying himself.

But his abs? they were incredibly shredded. I counted 6 bricks of pure muscle, flexed against his skin, rippling and rubbing against each other as he continued to undress. He had a bit of trouble getting his shirt past his pecs, made all the more difficult when he lifted his arms, causing his lats to spread. I saw how tight the shirt became, actually heard the threads creak in protest. When Tom started to grunt too, his arms swinging in the air as he tried to take his shirt off without ripping it, I had to laugh. His arms dropped and he laughed too.

?Well I fucked that up? he chuckled. ?I was trying to be all sexy?

?Believe me, that fact that you?re so big you have trouble getting undressed is very sexy to me. Let me help?

Shamelessly, I put my hands on his abs, rubbing them, feeling the rock solid muscles packed into those tight bricks, moving up to his pecs. The underside was still visible, his right nipple poking out. I brushed my finger against it as I took hold of his shirt and started to push it up. ?Breath in?

?Wouldn?t that make my pecs bigger?? he chuckled, but kept still as I forced the shirt up.

I revealed more of his glorious chest, my mouth watering at the sight of it. They were well rounded and full, very juicy looking. There was a deep chasm between them I was going to run my finger through at the first opportunity, and I could see that his nipples were weighted down. They both pointed down towards his abs. Under the pretence of helping him with his shirt, I slid my hands round his lats, getting a feel of them too, and getting my arms round his back as best I could. He was just so wide!

?OK, you can put your arms up now? I said, and Tom did. His lats spread out like wings, pushing my arms aside without pause. I could only watch as he flared wider and my arms were unable to fit round him. I leant back, looked at his face and saw he was grinning.

He whipped his shirt off quickly, and I heard it rip somewhere, but I really didn?t care. Tom?s large hands went to my back, supporting me as he sat up. He looked at me with those green eyes, fixed on my face as I started looking over his body, taking in those huge pecs as they jutted from his body like two perfectly sculpted globes of muscle, sending a shadow down his abs. His arms, now bare, looked even more amazing, sculpted out of pure power and wrapped tightly in pale, soft skin. And they weren?t even flexed to their full size, despite the fact he was holding me.

After my eyes had toured his body a few more times, they returned to his face, to see he was still watching me, drinking the pleasure I?d gotten from his body. Something poked my butt and it made me shudder. Feeling daring I gave his groin a grind and it made his eyes roll in bliss, air rushing through his teeth. He pulled me closer, allowing me to put my arms under his and attempt to get round his wide frame again. I rubbed his back, digging my fingers into the various creases between muscle groups, kissing him passionately and rubbing myself against him. He felt so fucking hard and big, it made my cock throb in my jeans.

But then something weird happened. Tom gasped against my lips, his body shivering, hips bucking, and with the power in those thighs of his, he had no trouble lifting me up and almost tossing me off. His arms squeezed me tighter, keeping me close as he gave a long, low moan. His breath was a hot blast against my neck, tickling my ear as I felt his body tense and relax repeatedly. His pecs bulged, becoming hard, granite like beach balls, his biceps trapping my arms at my side, pressing me harder into his solid pecs to the point I thought he was going to crush me with muscle. His back shifted, spreading wider, my fingers falling deeper into the grooves between muscles. What the hell was happening?

?Fuck? Tom breathed, resting his head on my shoulder briefly, taking a few deep breaths. I could feel his body expand and contract with each breath until he loosened his grip and set me down on the chair. He got up, not letting me look at his face, his hand over his crotch. ?I? I need a minute? he panted.

?Are you OK?? I asked hesitantly, standing and reaching up for his shoulder. Had he always been this tall?

When my finger brushed his skin, he flinched away and in a few long strides disappeared through the doorway, no doubt heading to his bedroom. I was left there, standing stupidly, completely at a loss as to what had happened, the credits rolling as the film had finished without us. I swallowed once and followed Tom to his room.

The door was closed, but I pressed myself against it and knocked lightly. ?Tom??

?Please don?t come in? he called back, sounding so humiliated it broke my heart. ?I just need a minute?

?Tom, it?s OK, you don?t have to be ashamed? When he didn?t reply, I went on. ?Tom I know what happened, you? got a little over excited and? and that?s fine. It happens? All I could hear was Tom?s heavy footsteps as he moved about his room, a few grunts and moans thrown in as well. He was probably beating himself up again. Taking a deep breath I tried one last time. ?When I got home yesterday and looked at your picture, it gave me such a boner. I? I barely had to? t-touch myself and I came?

It had gone very quiet in Tom?s room, I couldn?t hear him moving anymore. I stayed at the door a little longer, then quietly stepped away and went back into the living room. I grabbed my things, left a note saying I was sorry and hopefully we could talk later, but I knew better than to hang around. He was obviously upset and embarrassed about what had happed, and even if it lifted my spirits immensely that I could get that reaction from him, I didn?t want to crowd him. I made my way to the front door and put my shoes on.

That was when I noticed something. The smaller pair of shoes were gone, leaving only mine and Tom?s. With a sinking sensation, I could just picture Tom?s roommate coming in, seeing us on the settee and making a hasty retreat. I shuddered to think what he thought of me, especially if he were to come home and find the note I?d left for Tom first? well, only now did I realise how my words could be misinterpreted by an outside party. Cheeks burning like hot coals, I left the flat and headed for the train station.

[nvb2]

Intriguing. I'm still hooked!

[sierraca]

Ah, the mystery of the smaller set of shoes. I'm guessing that there's an Incredible Hulk type of scenario happening here. Hopefully all will be revealed (pun intended) soon.

[michaelv2]

The dialogue is charming, the muscle is hot and the mystery is intriguing! Keep writing.

[ydt81]

Great story with a gentle pace. Hope to see more

[sketlover]

Love size difference and love stories.
I can't wait to read the next chapter. ^^

[Mass Driver]

Oh you missed a classic moment when he asked if he wanted
cock porn.
Oh damn it.
I mean pop corn.
(Low bass chuckling)
A fraternity brother was in a theater with some other brothers ,
X-rated, of course, and asked one brother to pass the cock porn.
(I'm still shaking my head and chuckling.)
This story is working out to be mighty fine.
Keep Writing.

MD