Thanks to Oldbroad76 for proofreading.
When I turned 18 my girlfriend went to University, and I remained at home. I never had any plans on going. My parents died when I was young, so now I was 18 I had to get a job and my own apartment. It was small, but it was big enough for me.
I never had much belongings, but I wasn't exactly money motivated. So just a couple of jeans and t-shirts was all I ever needed. I had never been much of a gamer, either. Books were my hobby, so instead of a TV I had a large bookshelf.
It took me less than a day to move in, but there I was in my new home.
The apartment had a living room / kitchen, a bedroom and a bathroom. I was sat on my sofa, reading a book while daydreaming about my girlfriend. She had only been gone a few weeks and I already missed her massively, especially since we only had sex once before she left, so I knew how good it was, but I wasn't getting any!
Then, as I was reading, a knock appeared on my door.
Saving my place in my book, I went to answer the door. When it opened, I saw a giant of a man stood on the other side. And when I say giant, I mean giant! I was only five foot seven, but he towered over me! He had short cut hair and a shaved face, but he was only wearing a vest and his very hairy body was obvious.
I assumed he had gone for a run as he was very sweaty, but he was smiling down at me. This man was twice my size in length and muscle, but he was smiling at me, and I suddenly became afraid.
"Hi, I'm John." He said, his voice deep and angelic.
"H... Hi..." I stuttered.
Being on my own for the first time, I became worried that he was going to rob or attack me, even with that kind smile and piercing green eyes.
"I'm your neighbour," He said in a friendly tone which instantly put me at ease. "I saw you moved in and wanted to introduce myself."
John stuck out a sweaty hand, and the muscles all down his arm were bulging. Then I reached forward, but his hand swallowed mine.
"I'm Liam." I whispered, still a little afraid. His strong grip hurt my hand, but he let go quickly.
"Well it's nice to meet you," John said. "I'm just next door, but don't worry, I don't throw parties or make too much noise."
I smiled when he said that, feeling the worry in my body release. I tried to figure out his age, but if I had to guess, he was maybe 30.
"You don't have to worry about me partying either," I told him with a smile.
We stood there in awkward silence for a moment until he clapped his big hands together.
"Well, if you ever need anything, just knock." He said.
"Thanks." I replied and watched him walk away, and I couldn't help but admire how muscular his hairy back was.
I wondered if my girlfriend would have wanted me to go to the gym. I always had a slim, hairless body. Muscles weren't something I ever even tried to get.
After I closed the door, I went back to my book and thought nothing of it.
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I had been living in the apartment for just over two weeks. I worked Monday to Friday, so now that it was the weekend I was just relaxing on my own in silence. I had spoken to my girlfriend for nearly an hour, and now I was reading my book again when I heard a loud bang that made my entire apartment shake.
I ran outside in a panic and then heard a few grunts coming from John's apartment. As soon as I was in front of his door, I knocked on. It took a minute or two, but he answered with a smile and a heavy breath.
"Hey, I heard a bang. Is everything okay?" I asked.
John was sweating, and it took me a moment to realise that he didn't have a shirt on. His very hairy body was soaking wet, his hair matted together as his large chest heaved up and down.
"Yeah, sorry," He panted, "I'm doing a workout and dropped a weight."
His muscles were literally bulging, and his veins looked like they could pop. Well, the veins I could see through his hair. In his sweaty, panting state, I couldn't help but admire his physique and his jawline that could cut glass.
"Oh, do you need any help?" I asked, but going off his size, I wouldn't be able to help lift any weights that he used.
"Nah, it's alright," He told me and smiled. "I'm all done now."
"Okay, no worries." I replied and prepared to leave before I felt a strong, big hand on my shoulder. It felt like his grip could rip my shoulder off.
"Hey," He said as I turned back to look at him, "do you want to come in for a cup of tea?"
My initial thoughts were no, I wasn't very sociable and wanted to get back to my silent apartment, but his smile was infectious. I don't know what was going on in my head, whether it was out of social awkwardness or my desire to please people, but I opened my mouth and spoke.
"Yeah, sure." I replied.
John turned, and I followed into his apartment. It was a similar set up to mine but with much more expensive furniture. On one side of his apartment were his weights,
yep, they're huge!
I thought.
"Take a seat." John told me.
As I sat down John turned his back to me to fill the kettle. Once again I marvelled at his huge, sweaty, hairy back.
"So, tell me a bit about yourself." John said as he put the kettle on.
"Not much really," I replied while my eyes wandered around the apartment. "I've just turned 18, and I work as an Admin in a sales company. I have a girlfriend who's at Uni."
"Girlfriend?" John asked. For some reason, that was the part that got his attention.
"Y-yeah," I nervously replied, "we've been together a while."
John filled the mugs with boiling water, still facing away from me.
"How are you finding the long distance?" John asked.
My eyes once again found their way to his topless body, but you can't blame me. It was like looking at a god.
"It's not bad," I told him. "We speak on the phone a few times a week."
John turned around, and we made eye contact. I knew he caught me staring at his body, and I immediately diverted my eyes, but John smiled.
"Here you go," John said as he handed me the tea. "Hope you don't mind me having my top off? I'm all sweaty."
"N... No, it's fine." I stuttered out as he sat down next to me.
His sofa was large, but so was he, and his warm, hot presence was very apparent.
"If you ever want to workout together, you're welcome to come round," John told me. "Get some muscles on you for when you see your girl."
I had zero intentions on working out with him. That would be too embarrassing, but I wanted to be polite.
"Erm, yeah, maybe." I said.
My mouth found the rim of the mug when his hand landed on my shoulder and nearly threw me off the sofa. In reality it was only a light touch, but he was strong, and I was weak.
"You seem like a good kid," John told me as his fingers dug into my shoulder. "I'm a personal trainer, by the way."
I should've guessed that by his size to be honest.
"Cool, do you enjoy it?" I asked.
"Oh yeah," John replied and pulled his hand away from me. "Helps that I train some hot men."
WHAT?!
My mind froze!
Is he gay?
"And women." John then said.
Wait, so he's bi?
I suddenly became very self-conscious about being alone with a gay man twice my size. I just hoped he didn't have any funny ideas.
My new nerves must have been apparent when John spoke again.
"Sorry, does that bother you?" He asked.
I could sense the offence in his voice, which was something I didn't intend. I had no problem with gay or bisexual people.
