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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Then “ping!”...I look at my phone. “Hi bro. It’s Amir” and the smiley face emoji. Before I could reply, he texts again “What are you doing?”
Phew I was relieved he was still being cool and it wasn’t a trick.
Me: “Hey, I just got back. Think I’m about to drift off”. Amir: “What’s a big man like you going to bed so early for?”. Me: “Haha I need my beauty sleep”. Amir: “Sleep won’t help you bro.”.
I didn’t reply, and tried to sleep. Ping! Message comes again. Amir: “I finished early. Where’s these bars at then?”.
It was around 3am. I replied telling him there aren’t many bars that will still be letting in. “Session at yours then? lol” he replied back to me. This got my attention, I told him yeah come over if he wants but I’m super tired. He said cool he just wanted to chill, since he ended up having some free hrs before he had to be home (he said he usually finishes at 7am).
I gave him my address. He said “Don’t be trying any silly shit” before announcing he was on the way over.
I hopped in the shower quickly, threw on some shorts and tshirt and before I knew it he was knocking at my door. “Hey bro” he said as I answered. Super confident and not shy at all, he stepped in and shook my hand. “Nice place here...” as he walked himself through to my front room.
He looked even better in the light. I noticed he was genuinely a really good looking guy. I asked him if he wanted a drink. He asked if I had any beers. I grabbed one from the fridge and we made idle chit chat about him getting out of work early. It was weird, he talked as if we were good mates who’d known each other for ages. No mention of the bizarre circumstance under which we’d met earlier.
“Do you have somewhere I can put my jacket?” He took it off and passed it to me. He had a black musclefit tshirt underneath. His huge biceps bulging through, and the material clinging tightly to his pecs. I took his jacket and hung it up. He had Muscular toned forearms and golden brown skin. There was a bit of hair coming up from the neck of his tshirt, hinting at a hairy chest below.
He took a seat and we carried on chatting, talking about what each of us does as a job. Our friends, our lives. All kinds of stuff you chat about to someone you’ve just met.
I decided to mention the elephant in the room. “Don’t you think it’s weird how we got randomly talking in the street?” I said. He responded “If you don’t take chances you don’t get any new experiences in life”. Before quickly adding “You never know we might end up being good friends”.
What followed was a fairly in depth conversation about friendships and personality types and how Amir believed he scared most people, and he usually finds it hard to make mates, especially with his job. He said that he found it funny how I wasn’t intimidated by him. Little did he know that I actually did think he was a scary, but very friendly, guy. I wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of him. He looked like he could smash anyone to a pulp.
“What’s that out there?” He asked, pointing towards the blinds. “Oh that’s the balcony, do you want to see?” I said, before opening the blinds and then opening the door out. He followed me out and was impressed by the view, my balcony overlooks the water and he stood there taking photos and asking what it’s like in summer.
He pointed at something in the water, “what’s that?” I looked and couldn’t see anything “you know that, look” I squinted my eyes and looked again... I really leaned and looked when BAM! Amir pushed me and then pulled me back. “Careful you don’t fall over the edge haha”. He had his hands on my sides as he pulled me back “you shit yourself then didn’t you haha” and even as we were laughing he left his hands there on my waist holding me for a little while, i was sure I felt something pressed against my ass, before he removed his hands and said let’s go back in.
We went back in and back to our seats. He helped himself to another beer from mini bar next to his seat. I looked at him, and noticed his package was looking bigger than before. His bulge was huge, he was sat there legs spread wide with a can of beer in his band and looking a lot more relaxed than before.
“You’re light you” he said. “My wife weighs more than you”. “She must be a fat bitch then” I joked back. He got angry “don’t say that shit about my family!” And bolted forward... I flinched.
“Hahaha just fucking with you” he said and broke out laughing again. He was obviously aware that he was a big guy and it seemed all his humour was based around that. After bolting up he sat himself next to me. “So do you go to the gym then?” He asked me. I told him not lately but I’m headed back soon.
He acted surprised, “oh you look like you do something” looking me up and down. “Flex your arms” he told me. I said nah, there’s no point. He said no go on and encouraged me to. I did, and then he unexpectedly reached and put his hand on my arm and squeezed. “‘Not bad, at least I can’t get my hand around it” he joked.
“Look at this” he said, before lifting and flexing his arms. “Feel how hard that is” he said... I wanted to play cool, we’re just mates. He’s just into fitness. Play it cool.
I reached and put my hand on his bicep. It was rock hard pure muscle “try and get two hands around it” he said, as if it was a challenge. I tried, and I couldn’t. It wasn’t possible.
“See that’s what you get going to the gym. I’ve been every day since I was 16” he explained. Before lowering his arms and picking his beer back up and taking a sip. “Don’t you want a body like this?” he asked, being cocky. Showing off almost. “Nah it doesn’t look that good to me” I joked. Acting like I wasn’t bothered.
Funnily enough that really seemed to bother him, not in an angry way but it’s like he was insecure and seemed bothered by it.
He moved back to his original seat, continuing the conversation. So now he’s back sitting opposite me. Still in the Black tshirt, Black trousers, sitting legs spread with a big package looking right at me. He’s still talking to me about how the gym is so great blah blah blah and I’m still pretending he looks average when he says “What about this?” He raised his tshirt, showing off his stomach and abs, a 6pack covered in dark hair that snaked down into his pubic area, and moved up to his chest, though his chest was still covered by his tshirt.
My eyes near enough popped out of my head. There was no hiding my expression... though I still acted not surprised. “I can’t see anything special” I said .
He knew I was obviously winding him up by now, “Shut up. Feel how hard they are bro...” he ordered
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