I didn't get to know him as Derek until I found myself saying; 'Hey I don't even know your name yet'
So this is one of those stories where events somehow took over! And doing market research is not something I ever really wanted to do. It was a temporary student job but it meant staying several days in a place and doing these survey forms. The were really boring too!
But it was only when I got back to the guest house that I found myself missing company. An evening meal and a drink in a bar is OK but it can be difficult to get to know folks when you are a stranger in a place. That time the only likely place to get something was this small pub in the village.
"Do you do any meals or snacks?" I asked this guy behind the bar.
"Er yes! No, I mean Yes of course! but I'm afraid it would have to be something in the sandwich line as I'm here on my own."
Being preoccupied with whether I was going to have to go somewhere else I hadn't taken too much notice of him. He seemed flustered as first but then smiled as if to put me at ease. I suppose I had noticed that he was a handsome but honestly I was not out looking for a guy! So looking back, I don't know what it was; he was sort of deliberate in the way he went about things but at the same time a little flustered and never quite in control.
The bar was almost completely empty apart from a couple of old men regulars to whom Derek (Yes you've guessed) was humouring with bits of conversation about the weather.
After producing this excellent salad, much better than I had expected, after a couple of pints of beer Derek started chatting. He said he was a sea fisherman but was taking a week shore leave to look after his parents pub while they were on holiday.
At this stage it was all very normal. He was washing up glasses and talking about what it was like to be out on the high seas manning the nets for days on end. It all sounded so hardy and physical. I began to imagine his strong arms pulling at the ropes.
I don't know how it happened really as I had never been attracted to a guy in this sort of way before. I was in my early twenties then and had had quite few girl friends, but I never seemed to keep them for long. And I certainly didn't see myself as gay either but all the time I just couldn't help looking at Derek's physique. He had a nice face too but his chest was big and he had this firm well-built look about him. I also got the feeling he enjoyed being admired and I just couldn't stop glancing at him in that way!
Then there was this towelling shirt and khaki jeans he had on; the only bare parts of Derek you could see were his forearms and the lower part of his biceps. The short sleeves hung loosely showing occasional glimpse of paler skin higher up.
"It obviously keeps you fit!" I said to encourage him as he was telling me all about the tough life of being a trawler man.
"Do you mean that: 'Obviously'?" he looked at me with expectation.
"Yea of course. Well I mean, you do look fit. ... I think anyone would say you've got a nice physique"
"And you're the first to say so! ... That kind of makes my day! Do you know that?" He looked elated and had a wild look in his eyes. I guessed I had started something!
"It's just a simple statement of fact really" I said trying to make it sound like I just wanted to be frank.
"No it .. it makes me feel just so good!" he said running his hand right up the length of his arm and under his shirt sleeves to his bare chest. The next thing he was leaning forward on his elbows and pulling his shirt sleeve right up over his shoulder to expose his swollen biceps.
"Just feel these! Have you ever felt muscles as hard as that?" As I felt his arm I got really excited; I felt my face flushing as I was going red. I was too embarrassed to say anything else. I noticed how his forearms were brown, strong and covered with dark hairs. I ran my hand along his left arm to his elbow. It was all happening in a way like I felt I was on automatic! I didn't feel even embarrassed any more.
"That's why I like my job so much; it keeps me in peak fitness and earns me a living at the same time you see. So when most guys try to get fit jogging and going to gyms, I go out in my own sailing boat at weekends; that's how I make sure every muscle in my body is at its prime... You probably think I'm some sort of fanatic!"
"I'm just thinking what a poor comparison I make!" I said as Derek was getting a bit overwhelming.
I rolled up my shirt sleeve and showed him my puny slim upper arm. I had nothing to compare with his masculinity.
To my surprise he started touching me. He very tenderly felt my upper arm then stoked my forearms.
"You have nothing wrong with you in the slightest! Do you understand!" His voice had dropped to an earnest whisper. I felt my cock leap in my pants so I had to put my hand down to make adjustments. I don't know if he noticed because he went on to explain in anatomical terms how each muscle responds to different activities. He could actually be quite boring so I decided to get bolder and take the lead.
"Lets see your chest muscles then" I dared him taking his line as an excuse. Without the slightest hesitation he pulled up his shirt to reveal the most beautiful male muscular chest I have ever seen. His skin was pale and smooth despite his rather dark hair. I began to feel him further when suddenly he remembered the bar was still officially open.
"I must go and lock up. It wouldn't do for someone to walk in!" He set off out of sight leaving me feeling flushed and excited. I could hear him closing and locking doors. Had he locked us in? I wondered
"There we are! Now where was I?" He returning looking flustered again.
"You were just taking your shirt off so I could admire some more of your body". I explained cheekily. I was trying to steer his conversation from boring talk about fitness to something more... yea...interesting. But the sight of him naked from the waist up was having an uncontrollable effect on me and I started running my hands over him.
"This isn't fair. I don't get to see you, do I?!" he said sounding a bit breathless.
"I didn't know you wanted to!" I said taking my shirt off. We held one another in each others arms for several minutes. He felt so warm and strong! Our eyes fixed on each other.
"I don't know what's happening to me. I'm not really gay but there is something about you" He said to me.
"About me!? Why I'm just reacting to a beautiful body. You are like a Greek god you know!" He was silent for once.
"Anyway" I continued. "Better take those jeans down so I have a good feel of those strong thigh muscles you were on about"
