Attention... Care... and Physical Intimacy & compatibility

I had a discussion with my friend... with whom i am planning for a long term. And he has told me that he wasnt three things from his boyfriend.

1. Attention
2. Care and
3. Physical Intimacy & compatibility

I think, he is pretty logical and good of him to point out these three things. Lets see if i am able to meet his expectations in all three areas.. I dont know yet...

But i know one thing.. .If i really love someone.. then i can be totally dedicated to him... But i dont know why, this feeling of love is not coming to me.. Its like you want to have sex, but you are not getting orgasm... I am really feeling irritating as i really wanna love someone... but still i am not getting that feelings... that emotions...

Finally! lived the fantasy....


I dont know. If what i did today was right or wrong but i did it. After all it was a long due fantasy, and how can one expect me not to fall for it. When my fantasy which helped me jerk off for so many nights was there in front of me in real.


Yes! today i gave blow job to my BARBER... I can understand that may be YUCK for some.. but for me... it was a fantasy ALIVE....


I went today, again to this saloon, I reached there at 8.00 pm. My barber, Irshad was cutting someone else's hairs. The owner asked me if I want someone else to cut my hairs but I refused and waited for irshad. I waited for around 15 minutes when my turn came. I got a nice haircut within 30 minutes.

Then as usual Irshad asked me to avail some other services. I told him that I would like to have a body massage today. The massage room was not vacant.

Somebody else was in the room getting either the massage or something else dodne. I waited for approximately five minutes before a very straight looking customer with a 6 feet height came out of that room. I think, he was getting peddicure done.


I went in, and the first thing I asked irshad was that I want my pubic hairs to be removed. He told me that there would be extra charges for the same, 250 bucks. I agreed to it, so he went out and got the machine. He trimeed all the hairs, not only on my balls but also cleared my butthole. It was nice feeling to have his hand freely touching me down below. But I was not at all excited at that time and as my sack was not tight, he had some difficulty in removing the hairs on it. But finally i got a clean shaven look down below.


Then he switched off the light of the room as per last time. It is a 8 feet * 4 feet * 10 feet kind of a room, and it has a light vent near the roof, from where the outside saloon light gets in, so there is not pitch dark inside.


First he gave me a dry massage as usual and then he poured oil on my body. Today i was a little more bold. I touched his dick within five minutes and saw in his eyes. He didnt say anything and just smiled. I asked, is it ok. He said yeah.. very shyly.. I knew he was game for it... :)

He came near me, and I pulled down his ziper, he was not wearing any undies, and his dick was not hard. But he was clean shaved...down below.


I started stroking his dick, and then I asked him to remove his trousers, which he did pretty quickly. I whispered and asked him, if anybody else ever got massage done by him in nude. He said no.. generally people keep their undies on. There was just once before, he had massaged a guy in nude.


I started stroking his dick and he keeps giving me a massage. I didn't know how he was cocncentrating on giving me a massage. But he was not at all sloppy in giving me a good massage. Then i asked him to remove his t shirt and baniyan. Which he removed after the initial hhesitation. Now he was butt naked in front of me, and i was holding him from all sides. He had damn cute ass, which I squeezed, but when I tried finguring his hole, he refused. I was pretty busy stoking his dick, which was now hard enough.


Though his dick was neither too long nor too thick but it was pretty ok. It was cut one of course as he is a muslim. he had a very flat tummy and very huggable body. I really hugged him with my one hand, when he was massaging my legs. Then he asked me to turn over, and started with my back.


Suddenly, I grabbed his dick and put my mouth on it. DIdnt took it inside, but touched my lips on his cut dick. He cried...AHHHHH.... I knew he liked it. I kissed his navel and then kissed him again on the head of his dick before gulping him in my mouth. He was damn hot, and asked me to lie down sideways, slowly he himself started moving and pushing his dick down in my mouth. He asked me in my ears if i would like him to come. I said YES. he asked me in my mouth or outside, I replied outside, which we both forgot later...

Though initially he told me that my teeth were hurting his dick.. But then it was in rythem. It must have been five minutes, or seven... when he offloaded in my mouth itself. I didnt say anything. I liked it.. but I didnt swallow it. He pulled a bin, in which I spit all the cum, and then I wiped my mouth, even from inside, with my handkershief.

All the while I was giving him the blow job, he was caressing my body. He also stroked my body hard... with his nails in passion. But I liked it. And I came on the massage table without even getting touched...

I asked him, if he has ever done with a boy and he told me, once before.

After the blowjob, he wore his clothes and then gave me massage with the vibrator. As i was already spent, i didnt asked him to put vibrator on my dick, but for sure he massaged my now smoothened asshole with the same.

Today i gave him a tip of Rs. 100/- and asked him whats his age. He told me that he is a 19 yo guy.

Can you imagine this was my first with any guy under 20. I have never done it with any guy under 20, since i have crossed that age.
But it was cool...


The best things about it.
1. I lived my fantasy for sure

But also there is one questions which i am not sure of..
1. I did it with my barber... and now next time when i visit him after fifteen days, dOnt know how will he react for today. Though after the act, he talked to me about it, he told me that he is feeling very hot and also tired after doing it.

I think this is the wierdest thing i have ever done in my life... And hope this is the last wieredest thing, before i get into the relationship with this
guy.

Dear Readers.. what do you say.. have you ever done such a wierd thing in life ....

GAY NEWS : India on Track to De-Criminalize Homosexuality

The Delhi High Court, sitting in the capital of the sprawling Southern Asian nation of India, is seeking advice from the country’s attorney general about the legality and enforcement of the infamous Section 377, which outlaws homosexual acts. ’

The Press Trust of India is reporting that a rights group called NGO Naz Foundation is looking for the court to find 377 "unconstitutional" for violating a citizen’s fundamental right and making sex illegal.

"Section 377 demeans a gay man. It silences a gay man into accepting the discrimination against him. He will not come out to declare his orientation", the NGO contended in its suit, which was filed in defense of a male couple."

It can be criticised on the basis of moral ground but it is illegal to make homosexual acts between consenting adults an offence," NGO’s Anand Grover told the court.

The Times of India is reporting that the gay community of Mumbai and other cities is looking at the court’s decision "with bated breath." "Living with one’s partner is taken for granted by my straight friends, but I have to make sure who I tell about our relationship," a gay man told the paper.

There was a move in 2001 to amend or get rid of 377, but nothing came of it. Now, in today’s climate, and with the memory of incidents like the recent self-immolation of a lesbian couple forced to marry men in Northeast India, activists are hopeful of a change.

Source: http://www.edgelosangeles.com/index.php?ch=news&sc=glbt&sc2=&sc3=&id=74940

BLOGGING... apologies to my readers.

Hey... its long time... no news....

Actually i was thinking about myself.. and found that i am like this only.. INCONSISTENT..... This has happened to me several times. The easiest example is when i feel horny for a week or ten days.... go online to chat with guys every night.. and then cycle changes and i stop going on net for few weeks.. and then again cycle changes and again i am on net looking for chat friends.

But the same thing seems happening here too.. with my blog.. I was quite consistent with my blog updation for first one and a half months and now since last almost ten days.. NO POST.

I know i have disappointed my readers.. though i dont have much.. but even one regular reader means too much to me...

Hence i have deceided that atleast twice every week.. i should definitely write for you guys. After all i feel complete.. by sharing myself with you... and for all the readers.. I AM SORRY.. .that i have not updated my blog....

But frankly speaking.... life has become very boring.. Nothing going on...just work .. work... and work..... but if i see on the other hand... many things are happening as well.. even in my gay life.. its only that i am not giving them chance to be prominent in my life.

Moments have to be created... and are not served on plates... dont worry.. i will write more tomorrow and day after about my life in the month of MAY.... 08... specially with rains igniting the romanticism in the atmosphere. And me having a FAN... not online but offline...

and about my decision on being committed with the guy.. i told you about in my last post.....

take care for the day.. and will catch you tomorrow.

Me... Desparate for a relationship

Its long.... since I have written anything.. heart talks...... frankly speaking I was in a self introspection mode. What have been I doing. Will I ever get a guy of my dreams. Will I ever be able to proudly associated with someone. I am really dying.... dying.... to get into love... But unfortunately I am not able to.

Have you guys ever faced this kind of situation where you are DESPARATE to get into love... This is a feeling very similar to one, where you cum after masturbation but still you didnt feel the orgasm... Its so empty...so incomplete... it makes your cum useless and unimportant. But currently my desparation is not for having sex... perhaps for that too.. But more so, my desparation is for LOVE... for experiencing the feeling called LOVE.

On 11th May.. i updated my profile on all gay networks..

Hello! I am in DELHI.. 30yo .. 5'6"/ Someone who is practical though emotional. Who love to be loved but still look for my space. Who is yearrning for the love of my life still i am waiting quitely for that someone who will knock on door of my heart. m into everything except anals... may be i will break my virginity with my guy
ABOUT MY BETTER HALF
I am a 30 yo closet gay guy... staying in south delhi, india, looking for a RELATIONSHIP My preferred partner
Height : 5'3" - 5'7"
Looks : No Beard. Moustache is ok
Weight : Slim between 55Kgs - 65 kgs
Professional: should be professional, so that he can understand my work related commitments
Should be Interested in relationship Preferably a closet himself.


I have discussed this thing with two of my good friend.. and please find below the advises they gave me..

  1. Don't ever restrict yourself in a relationship
  2. Be honest and love him like he is YOU
  3. Trust him as if he will never break your trust and you will see that the world's most dubious guy will also fall in love with you.
  4. everyone is compatible to an extent and you have to know which are the areas where you want your guy to be compatible with you. If it clicks then go ahead and don't slow down or stop.

Does it make sense.. It did ... to me....

And I went to meet this guy on tuesday evening... after my appointment with the dentist. I reached his home at around 9.25pm and left his place at around 10.25 pm. I am really liking this guy. I know him now for few months.. But I dont know if I should move ahead with him or not. I am still in doubt... Though as per above stated statements I should give it a try. But I dont know... if that guy wants to give it a try or not.

But I am feeling very lonely... Very Sad.... Hope i get some happiness soon...

Accept Yourself as You Are.

One of the toughest part of being a gay is self acceptance. I myself was one of those. Its only recently that i am comfortable with my sexuality and about myself in general. I am sure, there may be many readers who are not comfortable about themselves. I would like to share some tips which people can follow towards path of self accceptance.

Somehow, we do think a lot about ourself,
How do I look?
How others accept me?
are the foremost questions in our mind while doing self analysis. Sometimes for some people the answers to the above questions gives them confidence and happiness, but for many people it may end up in lowering our self image, self appeal and self esteem

1. Being frank with yourself and make two lists about all the things which you like or dont like about yourself.
LIST A : Things i like about myself
LIST B : Things i hate about myself

Try to be as open about yourself as you can be. This will help you in understanding yourself. I am sure there will be lot of surprises about many things you like about yourself. I would like you to be as open and frank as can be, specially when you are analysing things which you hate about yourself.
This exercise will help you in understanding yourself in a better manner. There are many times, when we ourselves dont know about our deepest rooted love and hatred. This exercise will help us in getting know more about ourselves.

Lets continue it and I will share more about this in my next part...

Indian Rep. in Mr. Gay International


Can you Imagine. What i just saw... I am sure, if not india, at least indians are now comfortable enough about their sexuality. I just checcked this site for Mr. Gay International and can you imagine, for 2008 there was an entry from India too. AWESOME....


Hats off to Parag Zoltan. I dont know anything about the guy, except whatever the event website says.. Here is the introduction of Parag for all you guys.



One more afternoon at massage table



Hey guys, you remember, the last time when i went to this new hair saloon, at malviya nagar on 10th April. Time flies so fast...Its almost a month, and its time again for me to get another hair cut... and another true story...


So I reached this place in Malviya Nagar and asked for Irshad( not his real name). It was sunday afternoon around 1.30 pm, the saloon was full of clients. He was busy in giving hair cut to someone else. He saw me and smiled.. I too acknowledged. I waited for around five minutes, for him to done with his present client.


Within some time, he got free and then quickly gave me a nice hair cut. Once it was done, he wanted to give me a face massage. I told him about my uncomfortability, about the local creams being used... and hence he suggested me a VLCC facial, which I agreed. How could I refuse him... I just could not.. My main aim was to get the body massage from him..... It took total around 40 minutes to done with the facial, before he asked me to come to the room for body massage. He asked me, if i wanted to use loo before massage. I quickly agree to the idea and went to empty my bladder.


I went to the designated room, after being to the loo. He asked me to remove my clothes. My T shirt was already there hanging, as i removed it at the time of facial, when gave me a nice rub on my chest as well . I removed my three quarters, and was sitting there in my jockey bikini. He was out to get the oil. He mixed the olive oil with mustard oil. Once he came back, I asked him to give me a towel so I can remove my undies. But he said, no need of towel and asked me to remove my undies there itself.


I think I have become too daring man... I didn't even took one second. I removed my undies and asked him to keep it. I was there lying naked on my back. and he was ready to give me a massage.. So for next one hour, he is goonna oogle at my naked flesh, and Iwas excited about the whole idea. He was very particular about not touching my genital areas while giving me massage in front. And then he asked me to turn around.


I turned around and my head was at one side. He obviously rubbed my butts, very nicely and i also raised them so he knows i am excited. Then at one point he was standing at such a place, so that his crouch was very close to my nose.. I tried bringing my head towards the corner of the massgae table to put my nose in his groin area... But i was not successful.


Then came the ULTIMATE.. He took out a vibrator, it was like vibrator press and gave my whole body a massage with the vibrator. When he was at my butts, i was too excited... and i just wanted him to put that vibrator in my butthole.. but alas, that vibrator was too big for my virgin ass. He asked me to turn around to give me a sensational massage... in front too


Before switching it off, he asked me if i would like vibrator on my dick... OOOOHHHH.... I just came.. then and there.. not literally guys... I asked him to give me a good vibrating massage, on my dick... on my balls.. down below near my whole... He kept this vibrator on that area for around a minute only.. But I was damn excited with all the sensations... I forgot all limits of decency and i tried holding irshad's dick..yes guys.. can you imagine.. I litrally did that... It was not hard.. I saw in his eyes... He didnt say anything, but only smiled and said NO....


I retraced my hand from front of his trousers immediately.. But no worries. I am sure, I would give him a blow job one day. Its always better to make advanses gradually.


Till then, i am shagging.... enjoying all all types of fantasies with my barber IRSHAD....

THE NEW CO-WORKERby Sean Scott

This story is not written by me. I just read it on net, and like it to share with my readers.

[Author's note: This story contains sex acts between men, and is thusintended for ADULTS ONLY. If you are not an adult who wants to read thiskind of smut, please do not continue.]

Jared poked his head above his cubicle to see if Mark had returned. Hehadn't. Sitting back down, Jared click open his browser to check the day'sheadlines. Nothing much happening.
His phone rang, and he picked up the receiver to hear his boss, Hank, starttalking without waiting for Jared's hello. "JD, we'll be getting a newdesigner this afternoon. He'll have Booth's old cubicle. I'd like you toget him set up with his computer and phone," Hank said.

Jared hated how Hank always called people by their initials. And this newchore didn't sit well with him either-- but the boss is the boss. "Sure,Hank. Will do." Jared figured brevity was the best policy when it came toHank. Hank was a jerk, and the less time spent in conversation, the better.
"Dude, where you want to go for lunch?" It was Mark.
"Where did you go?" Jared asked.
"Piss." Mark said.
"Dude, its ten minutes till lunch time. You couldn't wait?"

Mark sat his butt against the desk in Jared's cubicle and said indignantly,"I'm not going to waste my lunch time going to the bathroom, man."
Jared smiled. "How about Charlie's?" he suggested.
"Not in the mood for heartburn, man," Mark quipped. "It's Friday, dude. Ican't afford the indigestion over the weekend."
"Aw, come on," Jared argued. "We haven't been there in weeks."
Mark looked up to the ceiling and shrugged his shoulders. "Okay," herelented. "Maybe I'll have a salad."
"That's gay, man," Jared smiled.
"Yeah, right," Mark said in his customary derogatory tone. "I just don'thave a steel stomach like you do.

Lunch was filled with the usual banter between the two men. Mark's subjectmatter surrounded his plans for the weekend. He and Tiffany were goingsailing. Getting a sitter was next to impossible. His brother was firedfrom his job. Blah, blah, blah.

Jared listened quietly but wasn't shy about inserting his opinion whenwarranted, nor did he shy away from his own plans. "Extremely hot datetonight," he told his best friend. She's a receptionist for a law firm.Mark knew that whoever it was, she'd be hot. Jared had the looks-- greatbuild, handsome face-- and the "type A" personality to be as picky as hewanted. Virtually any girl was his for the asking.

"Sounds nice," Mark smiled. "Man, sometimes I wish I wasn't hooked up withTiff. It's hard keeping myself just to one woman," he grinned. He liftedhis arms and stretched long and hard.
"Your choice, man," Jared said, swallowing the last bite of his sandwich."I'm too young to settle down yet," he went on. He surveyed the restaurantas he talked, as if looking for new prospects. "So many women, so little..."
"So little dick, bro," Mark interjected at just the right moment, laughing.
Jared squinted. "How would you know?" With the timing and gestures of aprofessional comedian, he looked down at his crotch, then back up at Mark,"You been looking?"
That set Mark laughing all the more, and the two men giggled all the way outof the restaurant-- many female (as well as some male) eyes thoroughlychecking out Jared's muscular, gorgeous body as the two men left.

As the post-lunch sugar low began to set in, Jared and Mark sat in theircubicles, each working on the ad campaigns they were assigned. In thebackground, on the fringes of his consciousness, Jared heard the bell forthe elevator ring. Momentarily he was startled from his task by Hank'svoice. "Jared, here's the new designer I told you about."

Jared stood while he finished up a final click on his computer. He turnedaround to see Hank, but immediately his eyes were thrown upon a hugemother-fucker of a man. I mean huge. This guy was three or four inchesover six feet tall, and his physique was packed with muscle-- check that--it was bulging with muscle, even under the dress shirt and slacks he wore.His clothes contoured his body like they had been tailor-made, accentingevery mound, every ridge, every powerful curve. And to top it all off, hehad the chiseled features of a model and the deepest, darkest, most gorgeouseyes Jared had ever seen.

Gorgeous? That wasn't a word Jared had ever used when contemplating anotherman; but for some reason that's exactly the word he couldn't get out of hisbrain when he looked at this guy's face. Gorgeous was the word for theface, and buff was the word for the body-- although buff seemed inadequateto sum up his muscular frame.

A totally foreign emotion began to wedge its way into Jared's psyche:Envy. Jared had always been a jock-- a lady's man, a sports nut, aconfident man who was totally comfortable with himself. Sure, he admiredsome guys-- the sports heros that everyone looks up to; but envy neveroccurred to him because if he saw someone who had what he wanted, he simplyset some goals and went out and got it for himself.

This guy, however, was unattainable. His manliness and obvious personalpower were at once overwhelming and seductive. He was totally out ofJared's league.
Seductive? That word didn't actually pop into Jared's consciousness, likegorgeous had, but if he were to spend a few sessions on the shrink's couch,he would have realized that seductive is definitely a word he would use todescribe this Adonis.

Man, these were weird feelings. Jared found himself standing there, comingback from somewhere-- somewhere where his thoughts had taken him for thepast few seconds. He was hearing words. He was trying to respond, but notresponding. He heard his mouth finally say something, but he wouldn't beable to tell you what the words were.
"Jared? Is something wrong?" It was Hank talking now. That much he couldtell.
Shit. I need to say something! I'm standing here like an ass!
"Jared. Are you okay?" Hank persisted.
"Uh. Yeah." Jared looked down at the floor, hoping that if he could locatehis feet, they would stay where they belonged and continue to support hisbody. Fuck! What is happening to me? "Yeah. Sorry. I guess I gotlight-headed. Maybe stood up too fast. Just had lunch..." his voice trailedoff as he leaned his butt back against his desk to steady himself.
The blood finally returned to his brain, and Jared composed himself."Sorry, Hank. I'm fine."
Hank's expression of concern wasn't overdone, but it was genuine-- even fora jerk of a boss. "Well... Jared, this is Gordon West. He's taking Booth'sold cubicle."
"Good to meet you," Gordon said, extending his hand.

As if instantly repaired from his initial trauma, Jared extended his ownhand and smiled, shaking Gordon's. "Good to meet you, Gordon." The guy'sgrip was firm and powerful, and even though Jared got the distinctive sensethat this giant of a man could have-- and somehow should have-- grippedharder, he was sensitive and gentle. As Jared's confidence returned, atleast externally, the eyes of the two men met and seem to search deeply;each of them looking into the others' soul to see what he might see--weaknesses perhaps? Secrets?

If Gordon found a secret-- and no one knows if he did-- it was probably asecret even to Jared himself. The playboy was rarely introspective, and hecertainly didn't dwell on his own weaknesses or shortcomings, let aloneadmit any to himself.
"Gordon, Jared will show you your station, and get you acquainted with theoffice," Hank said.
"Thanks, Hank," Gordon smiled, breaking his eyes off Jared and looking backat his new boss.
Holy fuck, let go of his hand! Jared's brain was screaming, and yet hisfingers were slow to get the command.

Finally.

Hank turned and left the two men, heading back to the elevator.
"So," Jared started, "you have some design experience already?"
"A few years," Gordon answered, "I was at McCann & Broadlink in Baltimorefor awhile."
"Really," Jared said. This guy looked at once mature and young. Too youngto have two years experience at anything. But his physique-- all thosemuscles-- that incredible development-- it was a body that no 21 year-oldcould ever attain. Jared smiled as he looked up at the protege. "Cool."He motioned for them to exit his cubicle and they made their way to Booth'sold place. As they walked, Jared said, "I started here four years ago.Graduated in '03 from USC with a business degree but hated business."
Gordon chuckled politely.
"So, I connected with a few of my friends and landed this job. It's notCalifornia, but you gotta love the New York buzz," Jared said. They arrivedat the cubicle. It was empty except for the desk, phone, computer andfiling cabinet. "A guy named Booth used to have this place. We called itBooths's booth," he said.
Another polite laugh from the insanely muscled man.

Jared turned to Gordon, again shocked by his size and mind-numbing goodlooks. Gordon's business-cut brown hair had decidedly blond streaks runningthrough it. They just had to be natural, though. No stylist could do thatgood of a job on color. His tan skin was a perfect compliment to his hair.His green-brown eyes almost glowed-- as if they were agates, lit by a smallfire from behind. And they were surrounded by dark lashes and eyebrows. Todescribe more would take time that Jared didn't take at this time. He triedto jump-start himself back to the here-and-now by asking Gordon, "So are youfrom Maryland originally?"

Gordon's massive presence was imposing, and yet he stood comfortably. Hewas confident. He seemed aware that his body was intimidating, but at thesame time he somehow managed to operate past that fact, not self-concerned--not at all conscious of his effect on others. He was indeed acontradiction: overwhelming strength and underlying sincerity. "No, I wasraised in Nebraska. We moved to St. Louis when I was in high school. Wentto college in Kansas City."
"Nebraska, huh?" Jared said. He allowed himself, now, to more overtly gazeat Gordon's body. "I guess that explains it."

Gordon knew exactly what was coming. He'd heard it a thousand timesbefore. But out of politeness, he feigned ignorance. "Explains what," hesaid.
Jared's raised eyebrows and the trace that his eyes followed over Gordon'srippling shirt was all the answer that was needed, but Jared vocalized histhoughts anyway. "...where you got all those muscles," he said. "They mustfeed their boys the same corn-fed diet they give their cattle out there inNebraska." It wasn't that unusual for Jared to say something like that to aguy who was well-built, but it was unusual that he had such weird feelingsas he said it to Gordon.
It was pretty much the same phrase Gordon had heard before-- something aboutbeing corn-fed and having so much muscle. He laughed politely. "Well, wedidn't have any cattle, actually. Raised crops mostly."

Well, there it was. The subject had been broached. It felt good to Jaredto get it out of the way. Why, he couldn't tell you.
"You must have a pretty full trophy room, huh?" Jared probed.
"Naw, I don't compete," Gordon answered.
Jared found that difficult to believe, and his expression showed it."You're kidding. Man, you could rock everyone on stage," he said.

Gordon looked right into Jared and smiled, "I guess I just like to do myrocking off stage."
Jared decided that an immediate retreat was in order, although he couldn'treally even pinpoint what it was he was retreating from. He was confused.There were a lot of weird, and new, feelings inside-- feelings that he wouldnever be able to totally sort out.
"Well" Jared said, turning to look at the computer on the desk. "Here'syour place. That's a computer right there. And that's a telephone." Hehoped his smugness would make him look relaxed.

"And what's that?" Gordon smiled, pointing at the file cabinet.
"That's a file cabinet." He turned back to Gordon and said, "Well, thatcompletes the tour of your cubicle. Do you have any questions?" He smiledand Gordon seemed to appreciate his sense of humor.
"Yeah," the huge man said, moving toward the phone. "What's the number toyour cubicle, in case I need some help?"
"2283," Jared said.
Gordon instantly said, "Buff."
"Buff?" Jared asked.
"B-U-F-F. That's what 2283 spells on the keypad."
"Wow, you're quick, man," Jared said. "Are you a savant or something?"
Gordon grinned. "Don't think so. Just good with numbers and letters ...andthings."
"But wait a minute," Jared said, "I think that number should belong to you."He smiled.
Gordon smiled too. He looked closely at the phone and said, "My number is2444. B-I-G-G. Big-G," he smiled. "That'll do."

The coincidence of this phone spelling stuff wasn't lost on Jared.Unbelievable, he thought to himself. And as he thought it, he could feelGordon looking at him again-- with that same, dizzying look that had shakenhim when they had first met. Jared leaned back against the file cabinet,trying to look relaxed when actually he was weak and light-headed again.The weakness was accompanied by those really weird feelings again, too; thatenvy thing-- and the inescapable realization that this Gordon guy wassomeone he wanted to get to know better. He liked him-- a lot-- even thoughhe hardly knew him. But there was a lot more than just like here. What itwas, Jared couldn't really define; but he was uncomfortable with thefeeling, he knew that much.
That was about as much introspection in two minutes that Jared had had inthe past five years. It was really not like him at all. Whoa. That'senough.

He talked with Gordon for another ten or fifteen minutes, acquainting himwith a few office procedures. On many occasions during the course of theirconversation, Jared found his eyes wandering onto-- and all around--Gordon's ginormous chest and shoulders. Occasionally, Gordon sat in hischair and Jared showed him a few things on the computer, and as Jared stoodbehind him, he couldn't help but notice Gordon's bigger-than-life traps andhis thick, muscular neck.

And of course, then, there were those guns-- bazookas, really. Gordon'sshiny blue dress shirt was filled to overflowing with powerful muscles, andthe sleeves were where your eyes just couldn't help but return to-- time andtime again. You just never got used to the size of those arms.

Jared spent more time than he really had to with Gordon. And he kept tryingto figure out why. But one conclusion he did come to was that this Gordonguy was a really cool dude. Great personality to go along with thatunbelievable body. And although he was a little confused about the wholeafternoon, he did know that he thought Gordon was really cool, and he wantedto be friends with him.
"Well, that ought to get you pretty much situated," Jared finally said."Just give me a call if you need anything."
"Will do, man," Gordon smiled. "Thanks a lot for the help. I reallyappreciate it. I've got your number."
Jared liked that. He found himself hoping that Gordon would call him. Thatwas a weird thought, but he really did hope that.

Gordon didn't call; and Jared found his thoughts returning to the huge guy.Finally, at about 4:00, Jared decided to check in on Gordon's cubicle andmake sure he was doing alright. But Gordon wasn't there. Maybe he had somekind of meeting-- orientation or something, Jared thought.

As people were leaving for the day, Jared made another stop at Gordon'scubicle. Score. Gordon's broad shoulders, wide back, tiny waist and hugelegs (and awesome butt-- butt? Why am I looking at this guy's butt?) wereoverwhelming. "So how'd your first day go, dude?" Jared asked.

Gordon turned around; he was holding a piece of paper that he'd been readingas he stood with his back to Jared. "Good, man. Really good."
"Awesome," Jared said. And for some reason, the following words just fellout of Jared's mouth, "Hey man, you doing anything after work? Want tocatch a beer or something?" Why he asked that he didn't know. He had adate with Sierra, and he knew it. As soon as he made the offer, he feltsick.

"Aw, thanks, man," Gordon said. "But I really need to unpack. I'm justgetting settled into my apartment and it's a real mess."
Jared was relieved.

Dinner with Sierra was really nice. This was Jared's second date with her,and she was one of the hotter girls he had ever dated. As they ate, he hada hard time not getting aroused, just looking at her and thinking about whatthe rest of the evening held. If it was anything like their first time, itwas going to be a very steamy night.

And it was funny; every once in a while he imagined what she'd be like inbed with Gordon. That was pretty unusual for Jared. He'd never really donethat before. But the images were pretty erotic-- really hot. He wasbecoming more and more turned on by the minute. By the time they finisheddinner and went to his place, Jared was like a stallion in heat. Sierradidn't know what hit her. It was the best sex Jared had ever had.

Saturday night was the same thing. Jared really didn't give it a secondthought, because he really was enjoying the sex with Sierra.

He didn't give it a second thought, that is, until Sunday. Sunday, he justkept thinking about the sex, and he started to realize that more and more,those sex scenes playing out in his mind featured Gordon more prominently.Still, it didn't concern him.

Monday morning, Jared found himself really looking forward to going towork. He felt like a million bucks-- strong, virile, full of energy andanticipation; all feelings he was used to, but just not quite in thisabundance. And on a Monday morning, it was a little unusual to feel solively. As soon as he threw his stuff in his cubicle, he darted off to seeif Gordon was in yet.
Oh yeah-- he was in. And he had apparently gotten a hold of the companydress policy, because he no longer wore a dress shirt and slacks. He musthave found out that advertising designers are allowed a little more leewaythan the ad execs. He had on a yellow polo shirt with thin blue stripes,and faded jeans. Oh my gggodd. Jared certainly wasn't expecting this. Imean, that short sleeved polo shirt hugged everything on Gordon's upperbody. Shit, the guy looked incredible! Beyond incredible! Just hugemuscles everywhere! But for all those bulging muscles, he was so lean--even skinny, when it came to his waistline. He was almost built kind oflike a swimmer, with a long torso; but no swimmer anywhere would have thiskind of bulk on him. And those arms! Everything about Gordon's physiquewas astounding, but his arms were slightly more astounding. And of course,those faded jeans were filled out with more muscles than should have beenallowed. There was no way that these pants were off the shelf.

"Hey man," Jared said when he finally pulled himself together. "Did you geteverything unpacked?"
Gordon turned and smiled at Jared, sticking his hand up and out in athumb-up handshake. "Yeah, I did-- most of it anyway," he smiled. "Howabout you? How was your weekend?"
"Tops," Jared said. "Went out Friday and Saturday with this really hot girlI met last week. I'm tellin' ya', man, it was hot."
"Cool, cool. Yeah, now that I'm getting settled in here in the city, I'mlooking forward to catching some action of my own, dude," Gordon smiled.

Jared leaned back against a filing cabinet and said, "Well, you certainlywon't have any problem finding some of that, man. I bet you have a blackbook thicker than the Bible!"

Gordon laughed a really hearty laugh-- one where his whole body was intoit. And it just warmed Jared to the bone. God, he was so cool-- and hethinks I'm funny! New thoughts for Jared to have in that intensity, but thethoughts overshadowed any question of them.

The two men exchanged a few more sentences, and then Jared returned to hiscubicle.
"You getting the new guy settled in?" Mark asked as he peeked over the topof the cubicle wall.
"Morning, Mark. Yeah, I think he's going to do fine," Jared replied.
Mark kind of leaned onto the half-wall with his forearms on top. "Man, thatdude is the most buff guy I've ever seen! He must have his desk stuffedwith 'roids!"

For some reason, that came across to Jared as kind of harsh. Of course,Gordon had to use steroids-- I mean, a man can't get that big without doingsomething to enhance his body-- can he? But Jared didn't like hearing it,or thinking about it. Gordon looked cool-- not like some freak you see atthe gym-- all puffed out and gross. "Yeah, right," Jared saidsarcastically. "He's probably just a chemical factory." Then his tonechanged a little, "But I'd be willing to try some of those chemicals, man,if I could look that good."

"Dude," Mark said. "You're doin' alright. He's probably so stuck onhimself that he lives in front of the mirror. Don't sweat it, man." Thenwithout taking a breath he changed the subject. "So how was Friday nightwith Sierra?"
"Hot, man," Jared smiled. "And Saturday night was even better."
Mark grinned. "Man, that is one hot chick. You are so lucky."
"Skill, man. Skill. Luck has nothing to do with it. I can't help it thatI know how to satisfy the beautiful women," Jared smiled.
The two men continued to banter for a few more minutes and then settled intotheir respective cubicles and got to work.

By the afternoon, Jared was hornier than hell, and his mind was filled withimages of Sierra, and-- in the background somewhat-- Gordon. Heoccasionally glanced down and looked at his own muscular arms and wonderedhow much bigger Gordon's were than his. Nevertheless, Sierra did seem toenjoy Jared-- a lot. No wonder-- their sex had been out of this world.

Monday night basketball was awesome that week. Jared played his heart out,and even Mark had a hard time guarding him.

By Thursday, Jared found himself in Gordon's cubicle whenever he had a freeminute. The two of them seemed to click. Really well. When they weretogether Jared felt like the king of the world. And when they were apart--well, Jared found himself wishing they weren't.
"You hooking up with Sierra tonight?" Gordon asked Jared as the two of themgot ready to leave on Friday afternoon.
"Yeah," Jared answered, "she just can't stay away from me."
Gordon grinned.
"How about you? You find any New York numbers in your black book?" Jaredasked.
Gordon's dimpled smiled just killed Jared. "Naw, no one in the city, yet.But I'm planning on changing that this weekend, man."
"Oh yeah?"
"Gunna hit some bars, maybe," Gordon said. "You know of any good ones?"
"Oh, yeah, man. You have to check out Onion's. It's down on 42nd. Theyhave hot women just crawling all over that place!"
"Onions," Gordon said, sounding like he was making a mental note. "I'llcheck it out."
"Oh-- and try their Colossal Burger, man. They're huge," Jared said. Thenhe looked at Gordon's torso and said, "Although you'll probably need two of'em." He laughed and punched Gordon lightly in the shoulder.
"Been known to eat more than one entree," Gordon smiled.

Jared and Sierra caught a bite to eat after work, and then Jared had a flashof inspiration. "Hey, you want to go get a drink at Onion's?" he asked hisgorgeous date.
Sierra agreed, and the two caught a cab and ended up at Onion's at aboutnine o'clock.
Of course, Jared's eyes wandered all over the place; much to Sierra'sirritation. But what she didn't know was that Jared wasn't checking out thegirls, he was scanning to see if Gordon was there. The couple stayed for afew hours, and after seeing no sign of Gordon, Jared suggested they retireto his apartment. It was another night of extremely hot sex, but Jaredfound himself somewhat distracted.
The weeks wore on; Jared and Sierra kept dating-- pretty unusual for Jaredto stay with the same girl for more than a few weeks. Gordon and Jaredfound their friendship growing closer.


They'd talk every day-- at length;and even during the weekend, they got in the habit of calling each other,sometimes more than once a day. Despite his relationship with Sierra, Jaredfound himself forming a very close bond with Gordon, who, interestingly,never did show up at Onion's, and never seemed to divulge anything about hisdating life, despite Jared's willingness to talk about nearly every aspectof his relationship with Sierra. What he didn't talk to Gordon about washis unusual feelings about their friendship. He really liked Gordon, morethan he had ever liked a guy before. He wasn't gay or anything-- no, henever allowed himself to venture into his psyche far enough to evaluate thatpossibility; but he was forming a bond that was very strong. It wasemotional, and even though he wasn't able to see it, it was sexual.

All the time Jared spent with Gordon was taking a toll on his friendshipwith Mark. It wasn't intentional, but it was evident. The two grew furtherapart as he grew closer to Gordon.
It was in the middle of the week, and Gordon had stopped by Jared's cubicleto get some information on a new advertising client. Jared was showingGordon something on his computer screen. Gordon stood behind Jared as Jaredsat at his desk. Then, totally naturally, as they talked, Gordon placed hisleft hand on Jared's shoulder as he bent over to point at something onJared's screen with his right hand.

But to Jared, the touch was like a charge of strength and confidence goingthrough his body. And Gordon left it there after he was done leaning over.In fact, he then put his right hand on Jared's other shoulder and gave histraps a little squeeze. And then another. "That looks really good, man,"Gordon was saying. "Looks like you've done your research on those guys," hesaid, giving the young stud another squeeze.

Jared nearly froze. Fuck, that felt good! I mean, it wasn't merely thegentle massage that Gordon was giving, but the fact that Gordon was givingit! Regardless of how strange it might have looked if someone happened topop into his cubicle, Jared said nothing, nor made any move to indicate hewas in any way uncomfortable.

And still Gordon's strong hands remained on Jared's thick shoulders-- waylonger than normal.
Jared and Gordon had, for all intents and purposes, concluded the businessthat Gordon came to see about, yet Jared desperately wanted Gordon to leavehis hands exactly where they were.
After a weird silence, Jared finally said, "Man, you ever take massagelessons? That's really relaxing."

Gordon chuckled softly and said, "No dude. I haven't. Guess I just havethe touch."
And so the physical touching barrier had been broken, however innocently andhowever slightly. But from that point on, there was a lot of patting on thebacks, long handshakes, and an occasional friendly hug. After awhile you'dthink that both guys were Italian or something, the way they always seemedto "talk" with their hands and arms.

More weeks passed, and Jared found himself thinking about Gordonconstantly. I mean-- he was obsessed. Always, he'd wonder what Gordon wasdoing at any given moment-- what the giant musclehunk was thinking-- ifGordon was in public, what others were doing in reaction to his impossiblegood looks and unbelievable build. Jared had almost completely stoppeddating, and he found himself masturbating more than once a day-- usuallywith thoughts of Gordon streaming through his mind.

Then one Saturday when the two men were leaving a Yankee's game, Jared askedGordon if he wanted to come over to his apartment and hang for awhile.Gordon agreed-- not unusual, since they spent a lot of their free timetogether, and the two soon found themselves at Jared's place, sitting on thecouch, watching TV.
And then, while they slouched on the couch, Gordon put his hand on Jared'sknee and said, "Thanks, man, for having me over-- I really appreciate yourfriendship."

That was okay. I mean, nothing unusual about that. But then, he kept hishand on Jared's knee. He just left it there!
As they continued to watch the movie, Jared realized that this just wasn'tnormal, and yet he liked it. He didn't want Gordon to move his hand.
How weird is this? Jared thought to himself. He tried to sneak a look atGordon's muscular hand (and forearm) as it rested on his leg, and yup-- sureenough, it was still there! God, this is cool.


But then he becameconfused. But this is really weird.
As he wrestled in his mind, he also found something else happening withinhimself. He was getting aroused. Big time. In fact, in a minute, hisgrowing boner would be requiring some major re-adjusting in his pants.

What's going on here? It hit Jared kind of hard, all of a sudden. Hestarted to feel very uncomfortable with his feelings-- with this arousal.I'm not gay, he heard himself think loudly to himself. After what seemedlike an interminable amount of time, Jared finally forced his hand to moveonto Gordon's hand. His intent was ostensibly to grab Gordon's hand, maybegive it a friendly shake or squeeze and then remove it nonchalantly. Thatwas his intent. But as soon as his hand slid on top of Gordon's, it juststopped! He commanded his hand to move, but it wouldn't obey. No, thiswasn't some kind of mind control being exerted by Gordon-- this was allcoming from within the conflicted mind and body of Jared.

So, there they were, these two jocks and hunks of muscle (granted, one ofthem was blatantly more muscular than the other), sitting on the couchwatching TV, with Gordon's hand on Jared's knee, and Jared's hand seeminglyholding Gordon's hand there!

Jared's heart pounded. Gordon made no effort to move his hand. In fact, hejust kept watching the TV, as if where his hand was, and where Jared's handwas, was perfectly normal.
Jared's cock was approaching the breaking point. He was so horny, and sostimulated just by sitting next to his idol, let alone having this physicalcontact with him! Goddd, what is going on?!

Then, Gordon gave Jared's knee a good squeeze and slowly flipped his handover so that their palms met. His big hand enveloped Jared's. He squeezedit and said, "Dude, I should get going. I didn't get much sleep last nightand I think I need to get to bed." With that, he kind of shook Jared's handa little, cupped his other hand over their joined hands for an instant, andthen broke the whole grip, standing up at the same time. It seemed anormal, non-threatening ending to a normal non-threatening time watchingTV. At least, it came across that way from Gordon.
Jared, on the other hand, felt anything but normal. He stood up, followingGordon's lead. His cock was painfully snaking down the wrong direction atthis point, but there really wasn't anything he could do about it withoutbeing obvious. He made a few attempts to talk Gordon out of leaving sosoon, but they weren't effective; nor were they really very heart-felt.Jared was so confused at this point, he didn't know whether to spit or windhis watch. Wanting Gordon to stay was definitely a strong, strong forcewithin him. But wanting to sort himself out was just as strong. As heclosed the door behind Gordon, Jared found himself almost crumbling in aheap of emotions. He managed to make his way back to his bed and throwhimself on it before he unloaded a torrent of eye-blinking, confusedoutbursts that consisted of tears, mumblings, rants, hitting the pillow,out-loud questions, introspective trips to the mirror, and-- ultimately-- apassionate session with his right hand on his middle leg, spewing a hugeamount of himself all over his comforter. Shit, I'm going to have to takethat to the dry cleaners now.

The next day, Sunday, Gordon called Jared at about noon. Shit, Jared lovedhow Gordon always thought about him and called him so much. Over night,Jared had sorted out none of his issues, but the prospect of meeting Gordonover lunch seemed to nullify his confusion. As he rode the subway to theiragreed-upon restaurant, he felt good. Really good.

It was a hot August Sunday afternoon, so it should have come as no surprisethat Gordon would wear a tank top-- especially to such a casual joint. ButJared was totally unprepared for it. He had seen Gordon in T-shirts, butthat was the most amount of exposed muscle he had as-of-yet seen of thegiant's physique. The lavender cotton tank top was loose-- not theskin-tight kind that just begs people to gawk; but that didn't stop peoplefrom gawking at all. I mean, my GOD he was huge-- and ripped to shreds--and so proportionate and downright beautiful. His tank top draped untuckedover a pair of denim shorts that hugged his muscle-butt sensually. Holymother fucking shit, he had the most taut, hard ass in the world! And hislegs-- something that Jared had only seen once before in shorts-- they weresimply amazing! Just freakin' huge masses of ripped muscle!

The two men ate and laughed and had a good time. For all his intimidatingmuscle, Gordon always put Jared at ease.

As had become Jared's habit, he kept one eye on Gordon and the other eye onthe crowd around them, watching and listening to their reaction to themuscleman. Jared wasn't disappointed today. Whispers of, "Holy shit, didyou see that guy?" were accompanied by stares and even pointing. Gordonpractically had cars crashing in the street as they ate at the outdoor cafe.
After lunch they decided to do something really touristy-- take the ferryout to Staten Island. The view of the city was just fantastic, and the coolmarine air was a welcome relief from the scorching heat of Manhattan. Bylate afternoon, they were hungry again, and they found some hotdog stand andshoveled in some food, along with a few beers each.

As Gordon wolfed down his third hotdog, he seemed to get an inspirationalidea. "Let's stay over night here," he said. "I know this really coolplace-- right on the water."
"You're kidding, right?" Jared laughed, half-questioning, half-believingthat Gordon was serious. "We have to work tomorrow."
"Call in sick," Gordon said, taking a drink of water. God, that arm.
"Sick? Are you really serious?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I am!" Gordon said, sounding like he was trying to convincehimself. "Let's do it! I'll call and see if this place can get us in."
"It's August, Gordon," Jared said. "Who's going to have a vacancy this timeof year?"
"Yeah, maybe you're right," Gordon sighed.

The two men finished their meal; Jared asked, "You'd really want to call insick?"
Gordon smiled and said, "Well, maybe not. But the concept is a good one.We should see about making reservations and doing it some time. We couldtake one of our optional holidays..."
Jared gazed off onto the water. Another ferry was approaching. That Gordoneven suggested spending the night somewhere with him was pretty amazing--and tantalizing. "Looks like the next ferry is arriving. You want to catchit?" Jared asked.
"Yeah, we should probably be getting back."
The trip back to Manhattan was quiet for both men. Jared again enjoyedwatching the people on the boat as they caught glimpses of Gordon. He trulywas a show-stopper.

There was the occasional close contact with Gordon, although nothing likethat episode in the apartment. Jared spent most of the time introspectivelyexamining both himself-- and Gordon-- for signs of something more thanplatonic friendship. But the closest the two men came to real contact waswhen Gordon came up behind Jared as Jared leaned against the railing whilehe watched the approaching Manhattan skyline. Gordon placed both hands onthe rails, next to the sides of Jared's body, momentarily trapping him. Buthe didn't let it last long, and soon they were disembarking the ferry andheading back to their respective apartments.

Monday morning was, well, a Monday morning. Kind of depressing, especiallywhen memories of the previous day kept flooding Jared's mind. Atmid-morning, Jared's phone rang.
"Dude, can you get next Monday off?" It was Gordon, calling from hiscubicle.
"Well, I suppose I could. Why?"
"I got reservations for the place on Staten Island I was telling you about,"Gordon said.
"Really? Uh-- well, sure, I guess," Jared said. It was a confusing bit ofnews. He really hadn't been sure that Gordon had been serious.
"Cool. I'll confirm them. We have Saturday and Sunday night." Gordon hungup, and Jared did likewise. He was confounded, but excited.

The week plodded away very slowly. On Thursday afternoon, Jared was goingmad-- not necessarily with anticipation, but just with the questions aboutGordon's thoughts and intentions for the weekend. Fortunately, Jared foundhimself at Gordon's apartment after work that evening-- not an unusualoccurrence at all, but a welcome one for the question-riddled Jared. God,he was smitten with Gordon; but he hadn't even gotten to the point ofadmitting that to himself. But before the evening was over, he would.

They sat watching the Yankees on TV. Gordon's muscular physique was shownoff to its best advantage in the muscle shirt he was wearing. Jared hadtaken to sticking to T-shirts whenever he hung around Gordon, just becausehe knew he couldn't compete with him. After Gordon got up to get two newbottles of beer, he didn't return to his previous seat. He took up positionright next to Jared on the couch; not too close, but close enough.
Jared stole some looks at Gordon's insanely sized and defined quads as theywatched the game.


Gordon did a stretch/relax move and Jared found themuscleman's forearm right behind his head, resting on the back of thecouch.
God, he must come from a really affectionate family. After a few minutes,Jared started to feel Gordon's fingers and palm on the back of his neck. Hewas ostensibly rubbing Jared's tight neck muscles.
"You should have been a masseur, man," Jared said.

Gordon didn't say anything. Jared was getting turned on.
Finally, the tension came to a boil in Jared. He had to know, one way orthe other. He turned to Gordon and looked at all of his muscles; all ofthose flowing, taut, defined, huge muscles. And that gorgeous face. Not ahint of a blemish on his skin anywhere.
Gordon turned to Jared, sensing his stare. "What," he said.
"Do you have even a clue as to how... how perfect you look?" The words fellout of Jared's mouth relatively easily, surprising them both.

But Gordon's slightly raised eyebrows almost immediately returned to theirprevious position, and then his eyes softened. "Do you want me to put onsomething else?"
"No," Jared fought back a smile. It wasn't the response he expected-- notthat he knew what he expected. He just knew that this response was betterthan it might have otherwise been if Gordon didn't like what Jared had said.
"Sorry, man," Gordon said innocently. "I kind of sensed that you werehaving trouble with the whole situation."
"You did?"
"Yeah. That's why I've been trying to help you relax-- with the neck rubs,and stuff."
"And what I feel-- what I feel about-- you-- it doesn't bother you?" Jaredasked.

Gordon's eyes twinkled. "Naw. Not at all." He took a sip from his beer."I get it a lot."
It didn't come across at all as pompous or egotistical. It was more just astatement of fact, not something that he relished in.

Jared felt a cold shiver. It was a devastating revelation to come to theconclusion that he had "feelings" for another man. And it was even moredevastating that he admitted it verbally to Gordon even before he admittedit to himself. Somehow, his words formed his thoughts perfectly, instead ofthe other way around. He looked down at the floor, not knowing what to door say next.
"I take it, you are new at this," the muscular god smiled.
"New at what."
Gordon paused, thinking how to phrase his thoughts correctly. "New atadmitting these feelings to yourself-- and to others."

Jared let out a huge sigh-- or maybe it was a groan. His heart rate hadincreased. He didn't know how he had ever gotten to this place. Here hewas, the playboy of the company, admitting that he was attracted to anotherman. "I-- I think maybe I need to step back a bit. Maybe I should go.This is really weird for me."

Gordon wasn't fazed at all. "Suit yourself, dude. But don't feel like youneed to leave because of me. I have absolutely no negative feelings aboutwhat you're going through. If you want to talk about it, I'd be glad tohelp if I can."
"I think you are the wrong person to talk to about this. You're kind of atthe center of the whole issue."
"You don't think I could be objective?"
"No," Jared said. "Not with this stuff. I should go." He stood up andGordon did likewise, escorting his guest to the door.
"Dude, I hope I'm not scaring you off," Gordon said with a reassuring smile.
"No, it's not you. I just need to be alone for awhile," Jared said as heopened the front door.
"No problem. But can you call me when you're ready to talk?"
"Talk? What do you want to talk about," Jared asked.
"I just want to be a friend, man."

Jared thanked Gordon, and left. It was a long walk home. How can I beattracted to a man? As he turned the key in his door, he heard himselfthink, I think I love him. God, what is wrong with me?

Sleep barely came for Jared. The next day, Friday, work was the last thingon his mind, and it showed. He barely accomplished anything all day.Gordon was around, but he kept his distance; not wanting to push himself onJared. When the day was done, Jared was one of the first people out thedoor.

Later that evening, his cell phone rang; it was Gordon. Jared answered it.
"Just wanted to know how you're doing, man," Gordon said.
"I'm actually doing pretty well. I'm sorry about running out on you likethat. My head was really tied up."
"Hey; I think I'm the one who needs to apologize, dude. I didn't mean tofreak you out. I guess I'm used to making moves on guys who are tenuredmembers of the team."
Jared laughed. "That pretty much says it, man. This is really newterritory for me."
"Well, don't sweat it. If I do anything to make you uncomfortable, you justlet me know," Gordon said.
"Thanks."
"We still on for tomorrow?"
"You bet," Jared smiled into the phone. "Two o'clock, right?"
"Yup. I'll meet you down at the ferry terminal."

The summer New York weather remained true to form-- it was unbearably hotand humid. But, as before, as soon as the ferry moved out onto the water,the cooler marine air brought relief. Gordon stood at the railing, watchingthe skyline of Manhattan recede, and Jared stood next to him. Jaredfinished an ice cream cone and walked over to a trash can to get rid of thepaper and napkin he had. As he walked back to Gordon, he was overwhelmed atthe backside of the man. Gordon was merciless, in that he had dressed in arather skimpy tank top and some very tight, ass-hugging shorts that leftlittle to the imagination as far as his glutes and ass went. The "V" taperof Gordon's lats and his tiny waist-- along with those broad, powerfulshoulders-- made Jared almost wince with the pang of desire.

Jared walked up behind Gordon and put his hands on the muscleman's waist.Gordon didn't move, other than to slightly acknowledge Jared's presence.
"God, you are unbelievable," Jared said. He moved and stood beside Gordon.
Gordon turned to Jared and asked, "Why'd you move?"
Jared looked around at the other passengers on the ferry, "Aw, I just didn'twant to be too obvious, I guess."
Gordon smiled.

A few hours later the two men found themselves in a bed-and-breakfast beingshown through the common living room to their room by the innkeeper. Therewas a couple in the living room, and as Gordon and Jared passed, their eyesglued to the two men, both of whom had bodies that were well above normal,as far as musculature goes-- but of course, it was Gordon who got most ofthe attention.

"Breakfast is family style, and we serve at 8:30," the innkeeper said as sheshowed the men their room. "And don't forget about the hot-tub on thepatio," she added, unable to hide her appreciation for Gordon's body,obviously hoping to see more of it out in the sun.

After the innkeeper left their room, the two men threw their overnight bagsonto the lone queen bed in the room. There was a sun porch area that wasquite large, and an additional sitting area next to the bed. The view wasspectacular.

Gordon poured two glasses of ice-cold lemonade from the pitcher on the sunporch and handed one of them to Jared. It was good-- not too sweet.Although there was air conditioning, the room was a little stuffy. Jaredturned on the ceiling fan to get the air moving.

They both stood in the sun porch and looked out over the water. Gordon puthis glass down on an end table and then put one arm around Jared'sshoulder. "I'm glad we're here," he said.
Jared was surprised at how Gordon's hold relaxed him. He felt a rush ofpeace and contentment, melting away his anxiety.

Gordon turned his face to Jared and pulled him a little closer. The two menlooked into the eyes of the other. Their faces drew closer and as theycocked their heads to avoid smashing their noses, their eyes closed and theybegan a long, slow kiss. It was tentative at first-- especially on Jared'spart. But Gordon didn't rush anything. Within seconds, though, weak-kneedJared was completely overcome, and he pressed his body against Gordon's andthey embraced passionately. The kissing became rather "involved," and handsmoved up and down, everywhere; soft, sensual moans could be heard. Jaredpushed his crotch against Gordon's, and he was met with immovablesolidness. After a few moments, their tongues withdrew and their lipsparted. Gordon smiled, waiting for Jared to open his eyes and close hismouth. Eventually he did, and he smiled back at his musclegod.

"I don't know about you, but I could use a dip in that hot-tub shementioned," Gordon said softly.
God, what a tease.
"Seriously?" Jared said, wondering how Gordon could be so cruel to get himall revved up like that and then put the brakes on.
"Seriously," Gordon responded. "I don't want to rush anything. Maybe atrip to the patio would be good."
"You're not rushing me," Jared quietly objected.

Gordon got a mischievous smile and said, "We have all weekend, dude. Let'ssavor this."
Jared was hot-to-trot, but he also liked the tension in his body. Andseeing Gordon at pool-side (okay, hot-tub-side) sounded kind of interestinganyway. "Okay," he smiled, cooling his heels. "Let's take a dip in thetub."

Already at the patio was an elderly couple (sitting in the shade, bothreading books), a 30's-ish woman by herself (sunning) and a young couple(also reclining in the sunshine). The young couple were probably in theirlate 20's, and the male of the two was pretty well-built; probably a gymrat, but obviously not competition-ready. There was no one in the hot tub,so Jared and Gordon opened the white bathrobes that had been provided forthem in their room and slowly
stepped down into the water.

As the two men had entered the patio area, everyone had looked up toacknowledge them, but had gone back to reading or had closed their eyes andgone back to sunning-- mostly in an effort to not appear blown away by thesize of Gordon, even though he was covered in white terry cloth. But whenthe men disrobed and started into the tub, eyes opened again and mindsattempted to comprehend the amount of insanely ripped muscle that wasdisappearing into the water. The single woman literally couldn't close hermouth. Everyone else-- even the elderly couple-- just stared; okay theydid make an occasional effort to look away, if only to be polite. But itdidn't seem that anyone was really hoping to appear disinterested in themuscle show. Honestly, it was like nothing any of them had ever seen-- onTV or anywhere. Gordon's sheer size was hopelessly intimidating, butcoupled with his perfect proportions and unbelievable definition, he waslike a superhuman to them. They were spellbound.

Of course, Jared was soaking in all of this. If he had been one of thecasual observers on the patio, he would have been filled with envy. But asit was, since he was Gordon's companion and friend, he was filled withpride. Yeah, I'm with him, he thought to himself as he slid into the warmwater behind Gordon, watching the awestruck expressions of Gordon'sadmirers. Funny thing was, if Gordon hadn't been there, Jared clearly wouldhave garnered a few of those looks himself; but with Gordon around, therejust wasn't anyone else who could compete-- not Jared, not anyone.

After a few minutes, the younger guy (of the couple) sat up and walked overto the tub, slipping into the water. It was a big tub, seating, oh,probably 8 to 10 easily. As soon as he sat down on the tub's bench and thewater was up to his neck, he made eye-contact with Gordon and said, "Dude,you have to be a professional bodybuilder."
"Thanks," Gordon smiled. "But I don't compete, actually."
"You gotta be shittin' me," the guy responded.
"Nope."

The guy really didn't know what else to say. It took him a few minutes, butfinally he said, "You ever think about competing?"

Gordon smiled, "Yeah-- thought about it. I might someday. When I get bigenough."

"Shiiiiiit," the guy said, then laughed.

Gordon just smiled.

Despite the temperature of the water, Jared was getting hard, just sittingthere next to Gordon-- and watching the overt muscle worship going on didn'thelp much either.

The guy's girlfriend joined the three men in the tub, and the conversationcontinued, occasionally about Gordon's body, occasionally about otherinnocuous subjects. After about 15 minutes, Gordon stood up and liftedhimself onto the edge of the tub, his gigantic, rippling triceps easilypropelling his body upward. Guy and Girl couldn't help but look in awe.
Single-sunning-chick then had to join the party, and she was also unable tohide her admiration of Gordon's body.

To Jared, it just fed his appetite. He was loving all of this, in spite ofthe fact that he was getting pretty hot. Lifting himself out of the waterwould mean revealing a rather long and thick stick in his swim trunks. Buteventually he had to get out, and he did so quickly. He put his handsbetween his legs, hoping his thick forearms would conceal his boner; and forthe most part they did. Truthfully, no one there was really interested inJared's erection. Their eyes were elsewhere.

The disappointment among the assembled muscle worshippers was almostpalpable when Jared and Gordon donned their robes and retreated back intothe house.

"You have any idea what you did to those people out there?" Jared said as heclosed the door to their room behind himself.

Gordon turned around and smiled. "I can't help it if I'm beautiful." Heuntied his robe and opened it, revealing a chest and six-pack to die for.

"God," Jared sighed.

Gordon kept his robe open and approached Jared and the two embraced, but notbefore Jared slowly moved his hands all over Gordon's mammoth pecs anddefined abs. It was another hot kiss, and this one lasted longer than thefirst. Minutes later, they found themselves naked in the queen bed, runninghands over muscles, kissing and fondling.
Jared trembled as his hand felt Gordon's thick, long member. Just like therest of him, Gordon's penis was huge.

"Can-- can I look at it?" Jared asked.

Gordon gave a smile and a slight nod.

Jared moved the covers away, revealing Gordon's body-- and his cock, onwhich rested Jared's hand. "God," Jared gasped. Right there, next to him,was the most muscular, beautiful body imaginable. He was, at the same time,overwhelmed at how he was turned on at this moment, and also mortified bythe fact that he was in bed with a man. But as he slid his hand slowly upand down Gordon's muscular penis, the mortification diffused totally, andwas overcome by his lust.
They started kissing. Gordon took Jared's penis in his hand and beganstroking. (Jared was no slouch in the size department either, by the way.)Together, they brought each other to climax before either of them knew whatwas happening. They came at the same time. The sheets were wet with cum.

"We didn't even get to-- you know..." Jared said as he held Gordon's stillpulsing cock.
Gordon smiled and said, "Guess we'll just have to try after dinner."

Jared realized how hungry he was.

In the dining room, there were two tables, both full of people. Jared andGordon were the last to arrive. All eyes were glued to Gordon as the twomen sat down (of course). He wore a polo shirt and khaki shorts, and therewas no disguising his muscles. He oozed with power and masculinity. No oneremembers what Jared wore; but he didn't care. He got a few looks anyway,as many were totally jealous of his friendship with the god.

Conversation around the dinner table was robust. Jared was enamored withhow Gordon was so well-versed in just about anything that anyone broughtup. I mean, international relations, advanced stellar cartography,molecular biology, computerized nanoprobes-- I mean, Gordon had the body andthe brains. Not that most of the dinner guests wanted to talk about thosethings at length-- most of them somehow kept maneuvering the conversationback to something concerning either bodybuilding, health & fitness oranything that might get Gordon to admit that he was the best-built specimenof male pulchritude on the planet.

But of course, Gordon was never anything less than the perfect gentleman--totally humble and confident, not willing to impose his persona on any ofthem.

God, he's perfect.

All eyes were on Gordon throughout the dinner-- watching what he ate (heasked for, and was willingly given, two entrees) and what he did. Hismanners were impeccable. And to Jared's bliss, Gordon's hand was frequentlyfound on the smaller man's leg (or elsewhere), gently and affectionatelysqueezing and fondling.

God, he likes me!

When dinner and dessert were done, Gordon and Jared excused themselvespolitely. It was funny-- no one else left until they did. It was as ifthey were just so mesmerized by Gordon (and maybe Jared) that they weretotally unwilling to leave until the last possible moment. And when Gordonfinally stood to leave, they were all gaga-- I mean, it was a love-fest.

But Gordon was completely comfortable being the center of attention. Yeteven with all this adulation, he didn't seem to let it go to his head. Assoon as they were clear of the worshippers, he turned to Jared and said,"God, I couldn't wait to get away-- and alone with you."

They walked down the hallway toward their room, pausing to embrace at theirdoor.
Jared, the guy who only days before was struggling with acknowledging hisreal sexuality, allowed himself to be completely engulfed by Gordon'smassive, muscular, virility. Their hallway kiss evolved into passionatebedroom sex. Jared found himself prostrate on the bed, his ass sticking outtoward Gordon's advancing penis. And soon, Jared was spewing volley uponvolley of semen onto the sheets as Gordon gently rocked him, pushing andpulling-- only centimeters at a time-- his overwhelming muscular bodytotally in control of this passionate situation.
Soon Jared could feel Gordon move to the uncontrollable point-- where evenhis own muscular, powerful body could not contain his passion. Jared'sbody-- frail in comparison to Gordon's-- shook with each sharp jerk of themuscleman's orgasm. The semen burst into Jared's body, warm, sensuous andpowerful-- filling him with Gordon's essence.

Time was lost. There were limbs, hugging, muscles, feeling, kissing,passionate orgasms all night long, smiles, talking, fondling, mutualmasturbations, arm-flexing, more kissing, strength demonstrations, twinklingeyes, lust, and even more orgasms-- all night long.

Jared had found his sexuality.
Gordon had found his life-partner.


The ferry ride back to Manhattan on Monday afternoon was something thatJared would never had predicted in a million years. He kept stealing looksat Gordon, only to have his muscle-idol catch him looking and smile back.They kissed-- pecks really. They laughed. And as soon as they were back inthe city, they were busy moving all of Gordon's things into Jared'sapartment.

And their relationship continued to flourish.

- - - - -Your feedback is TOTALLY encouraged!Please email me at sean@buffmuscles.com.Also, for more of my stories, check out my website: www.buffmuscles.com.Thanks!

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