A Sizeable Difference VI - Linebacker
Rod was sitting on his bed, his hair still wet, struggling to put his pants on. He had gotten a little too beefy for them now.
He grunted in frustration, shirtless, flexing his abs as he tried to pull them past his thick thighs, and it didn't matter how hard he'd have to try. These were the pants he wanted to wear to the party, so these were the pants he'd wear to the party.
He got up, closed his legs and tried to relax, hoping to make his muscles soft enough to let the waistband squeeze and slide right through. Then he grabbed it, pulled it up firmly one more time, realized this still wasn't enough, and began hopping a little, making very little progress, keenly aware of how ridiculous he was looking.
At least Nate wasn't here to see him like that.
He had only managed to get them up against the underside of his buttcheeks when he stopped and thought about all the trouble he'd have to get off them later, and realized that, as good as they'd look on him, being able to pull them down was priority number one. Especially tonight.
The Linebacker thought he wasn't gonna stop getting bigger any time soon, and that he should probably begin going through his clothes every now and then, to avoid this sort of trouble in the future. He glanced at his wardrobe, then finally settled for the last pair of jeans he had bought, which were a little too casual, but at least large enough for his big butt.
They fit like a glove. The hunk stood in front of the mirror, turned around and cheered up when he saw how snugly they pressed his asscheeks, making them look even firmer than usual. It was a shame Nate wasn't here to see him right now. As frustrating as it could sometimes be, the stud felt proud of the size he had managed to achieve. He turned around again and flexed his biceps, smiling, then made a stern, sexy face, and threw himself a little kiss. He was gonna kill it tonight.
His green plaid shirt was lying on his bed, and when he bent over to grab it, the jock heard the door opening, and realized what a great view his roommate would have as soon as he entered the room. He pretended like the shirt was a little out of his reach and took his sweet time to get back up and turn around, making sure to give Nate enough time to appreciate his rear end.
"Hey, dude," he said, glad to find his teammate's face even more flushed than usual.
"Hey," the other hunk answered sheepishly, trying to look away. "You're getting dressed already?"
Rod began putting his shirt on, making sure to flex his pecs as he did it.
"Yeah, I'm meeting a friend before the party," he answered, putting his hands on his hips in a way that pulled the sides of his unbuttoned shirt back, revealing his torso. He just loved how easily flustered Nate got.
"Oh," the boy said, looking at his feet, like he didn't want to stare at his buddy's abs.
The stud looked at him, a little confused by the hint of disappointment on his voice, then began buttoning up. His phone beeped, telling him his date had arrived, and he rushed to finish getting ready, checking himself in the mirror one last time.
"See you later?" Nate asked, before making a face of regret at how needy the question had sounded.
The Linebacker smiled at him for a second, then felt his sad puppy face stir up something inside of him. "Sure," he answered, before stepping out, shaking his head.
That cute boy. Always melting his heart.
***
The jock had to walk a few minutes to get to the place the guy he was meeting would pick him up.
Rod had been messing around with some dating apps these last couple of weeks, out of pure boredom, enjoying the attention all those thirsty men threw at him, especially when he sent them a dick pic. And for the most part, the praise he received was more than enough to get him off between the casual encounters he had on campus here and there. The Linebacker had never experienced a dry spell in his life, he could get it anytime he wanted, and that made it hard for him to ever get really interested in anyone he met online.
At least until he met Daniel, an older guy, whose compliments, a little more articulate than the same "ur so big" everyone else sent him, grabbed his attention. A few days were all it took for that man's eagerness to meet in person to finally make the hunk agree to fuck him.
Though they didn't spell it out, of course. Above all else, Daniel was a classy kind of guy, who had a way with words. He seemed to know exactly what to say to get the stud going, and he knew how to be clear without ever being explicit. And tonight, it was evident. They were gonna do it. Hard.
"Hey, Daniel," the jock said when he found him, sitting on the hood of his car.
"Hey, Rod! How's it going?" the man asked, standing up and shaking his hand firmly, excited, looking at him from head to toe. "It's good to finally see you face-to-face."
"You too," the hunk said, noticing how he looked even smaller than in his pictures, a full head shorter than him.
Daniel was in his early forties, but was short and thin in a way that made him look younger, almost like a twink, except for the way his dirty blond hair was beginning to lose its color. His lips were thin as well, his small nose gave him a somewhat delicate face, and he was wearing a red t-shirt, paired with a pair of jeans and some unremarkable sneakers that made Rod feel overdressed.
"Fuck," he said, "if I knew you'd be looking this sharp I'd have tried a little harder. Sorry about that."
It was like he could read the Linebacker's mind, but the smile on that man's face still made it seem like he wasn't actually bothered about that stuff at all.
"It's okay, you're looking good too," the stud smiled back, politely and maybe a little too apologetic, making a mental note to try and sound cooler than that from now on.
The drive to that guy's apartment was short, but still long enough to give them some time to talk. Daniel was all smiles, lively, and looked like he wanted to make Rod feel more comfortable, making conversation in the same deft way that had made the jock interested in him in the first place.
