Sorry it got me so long to publish part two! Life and work happened and I didn't get much time to dedicate to writing! I hope you enjoy this, and hopefully I'll manage to publish chapter 3 sooner!
By the way, this chapter is more of a slow burn and nothing really sexual happens (wait for chapter 3 for that, I have some ideas!).
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Chapter 2
I could tell people were staring. I mean, wouldn't you? Imagine watching a grown ass man piggybacking on the most gorgeous specimen of manhood that you could ever imagine -- tall, incredibly handsome with chiseled features, and the body of a superhuman right out of the pages of a comic book. It didn't help that by this point I was completely lost in my muscle lust, fondling Jeff's meaty pecs, kissing the thick ropes of muscle that he called his neck, and moaning loudly. When I think back on what the scene must have looked like to the people at the park, I feel equally embarrassed and horny, blood rushing both to my face and to my cock. Luckily, Jeff's apartment was just a block and a half away, so the show we were putting on didn't last much.
Jeff climbed two flights of stairs to get to his apartment, with me still on his back, and he didn't even break a sweat. When we got there, he opened the door, went in, turned around to close the door, and then he bent his knees to lower me down. I reluctantly let go of his godly body and stood there, not knowing what to do or say now I was alone with him.
Jeff looked me up and down and said, "God, I really, really like you!"
I looked at him, still in disbelief. "You do?"
"Yes, very much so. Believe it or not, I've never done anything like this, never hit on someone in public so shamelessly as I did with you. But there was something in the way you were looking at me that moved me to do it. I like your face, I like your body, and you have such beautiful eyes, I just couldn't let the opportunity to get to know you go by."
"Well, I can believe you've never hit on anyone, I don't think you would need to. I mean, I'm sure everyone just throws themselves at your feet, looking the way you do. But I'm still having a hard time believing I can be attractive to someone like you."
Jeff looked straight into my eyes, holding my gaze in silence, and started to strip. He removed his tank top, to reveal the most perfect ten-pack you could ever imagine. Up until then, I didn't even think a ten-pack could exist, and I actually had to count the slabs of muscle in his abdomen. I knew about six-packs, and had heard about eight-packs, but this was a first for me, and I considered myself a muscle connoisseur. Without breaking eye contact, he kicked off his running shoes, removed his socks, and then took off his running shorts. It took some effort to wiggle them down his massive thighs. Jeff stood in front of me, completely naked and completely hard. His beautiful cock was pointing upwards and pulsing, hitting his rock-hard abs with each throb it gave, a drop of precum shining at the tip like a clear gem adorning the magnificent scepter that was his dick. Jeff finally broke eye contact to look down at his throbbing manhood, then looked back up into my eyes, smiled, and said, "Hopefully this will convince you once and for all that I'm hot for you."
I audibly and lamely gulped. I was shaking and sweating. I had never seen another man naked, well, not in person anyway, and my first time seeing one, he was the most perfect specimen of the human species. I gulped again, took a deep breath, and said: "Ok, I'll take the compliment."
He laughed and said "Good!" Then, he did the last thing I expected him to do -- he grabbed his shorts and put them on again. The look of surprise and disappointment must have been sketched all over my face, because when Jeff looked at me again, he smiled and said "Oh, don't worry, these will go off again, but not just now. I want to get to know you a bit first. At the risk of sounding like a broken record, I really like you, and I'd love it if this could develop into something else, something more than just sex. Are you ok with that?"
My goodness, this day keeps getting better and better, I thought. Out loud, I said "Yeah, sure." Lame, I know. Jeff looked a bit uncertain, so I decided to elaborate, "I'd love to get to know you too, you just took me by surprise."
Jeff looked relieved. He took my hand and led me to the couch, where we both sat, one on each side of it, facing each other. Luckily, the only piece of clothing Jeff had put on again were his running shorts, so I still had a great view of his magnificent body.
"So, tell me about yourself," Jeff said, leaning back, arms spread out.
"What would you like to know?"
"Everything!"
I'd never been good at talking about myself, and I'd had a pretty uneventful life until then, so I just decided to give him the basics. I told Jeff that I was still living with my parents and my older brother -- who was getting married in about a year, and that I was studying to become an English teacher. For those of you reading this, Spanish is the official language in my country, and English is taught in high school, though many kids start getting private lessons at a young age -- I started when I was eight. I explained to Jeff that my mum was a primary school teacher and that I had always known that I wanted to teach too, but soon realized I was not really good around children, so that's why I'd decided to become a high school teacher. Before starting my studies, I had trouble deciding whether I wanted to teach History, Philosophy, Literature, or English, but I figured that I had spent so many years learning the language, I may as well put that to good use.
I found that it was really easy to talk to Jeff, something about him made me feel really at ease and helped me open up. At the same time, it was kind of hard for me to focus and often I lost my thread of thought, as he was constantly either bouncing his meaty pecs, or scratching the back of his neck, which made his bulging biceps and hairy armpits the sole focus of my attention. Yeah, I love armpits almost as much as I love muscles. When I look back, I still find it funny that on the one hand I managed to keep a steady stream of information about myself coming out of my mouth, which I've never been good at, while on the other hand maintaining a raging hard on all the time, with my dick steadily leaking, no, not leaking, spattering precum. Jeff and I still laugh about it. Oops! Spoiler alert! Yeah, we're still together, 26 years later.
Feeling more and more at ease with him, I started to share more personal stuff. I told Jeff about how, although I had always known I was gay, I went through a denial phase in my late teens, until I finally couldn't lie to myself anymore and faced the fact that I liked men when I was 18. I then came out to my family and close friends when I was 19. Everyone took it really well, most already kind of knew or guessed, so I considered myself lucky to have been generally accepted for who I am. Then, not without some shame, I told Jeff I had never been with a man before, that I was a 21-year-old virgin. I explained how I was really shy and suffered from crippling anxiety, which made it really hard for me to flirt with guys. Jeff looked at me very tenderly, realizing I was a bit embarrassed, and said "Hey! There's nothing to be ashamed of! I actually think it's kinda hot that I'll be your first." That really gave me hope! So, something WAS going to happen here!
"Thanks for opening up and sharing, it really means a lot to me," Jeff said. "Can I ask about something, though? It's kinda personal, I hope you don't mind. You don't have to answer if you don't want to."
