Oliver, the Nervous Musclestud

The sound of traffic. The feel of a bed and pillow below me, a warm cover over me. The presence of someone else. I slowly woke up and opened my eyes.

His brown eyes looked straight back at me. There was no expression on his face. He was just looking at me with full attention.

“Hey”, he said. “Good morning.”

Only now a smile appeared, as he looked me over.

“Good morning”, I said, my voice still getting used to its function.

I remembered the night before and started smiling uncontrollably. We looked at each other and I realized I, too, had a hard time looking away. I felt a rush of happiness going through my body, even though it was also telling me to sleep more.

“It’s 5:45”, Oliver mentioned, which explained my tired state. “It’s when I get up to go to the gym. But I didn’t want to leave you here. You looked so cute.”

I looked down and knew I was blushing.

“Please come to the gym with me? I don’t think I could ever leave this bed otherwise.”

I chuckled. Oliver had been continuously sweet with me and it wasn’t something I was used to. Boyfriends in the past hadn’t been so forthcoming with expressing their emotions, often leaving me guessing. And now I had met someone I liked only two nights ago and I was immediately getting everything I could want. I was thinking I’d have to stick around for the long haul just to see if his behavior wouldn’t change.

“Sure. I’ll go to the gym with you”, I said.

“Yay!”

Suddenly he jumped out of bed, his large ass wiggling behind him as he opened the sliding door of the wardrobe right by the bed. He pulled out a few pairs of sweatpant shorts and some T-shirts and threw them on the bed. He turned around to face me, his beautiful uncircumcised cock dangling back and forth.

“Pick out something you wanna wear, yeah? I’ll go make us protein shakes!”

He looked genuinely happy as he disappeared naked in the direction of the kitchen.

I smiled. I dragged myself out of bed, stretching as I sat on the edge. My morning wood was slowly going down. I realized I was never going to keep up with Oliver in the gym, but for some reason it didn’t matter. I wanted to be with him and to desperately avoid thinking about it being Monday with work looming. I just wanted to spend the day with my new crush.

I found my black briefs on the floor and realized I had worn them for too long. I was aware by now that Oliver didn’t even own underwear. I thought about my options and left my briefs under a pillow. I stepped in the green sweatpant shorts and it was practically like I was still naked. Walking, I felt like my dick was flopping around to such an extent that people would look at me with disgust. I tied the draw cord at my waist, realizing the shorts were a bit too large for me, which made sense as I didn’t have Oliver’s size. I shrugged and decided to roll with it. The black T-shirt was also slightly oversized, but not in an obvious way. I looked fine for an early morning gym session and walked out to the kitchen.

I found Oliver bent over and naked, leaning with both elbows on the countertop. The curves of his body drove me absolutely wild and he was quite the sight to behold. Timothy had mentioned Oliver’s tendency to be naked around the house, and said he had changed. Clearly Oliver was just covering up when Timothy was around. And I assumed he was still sleeping.

Oliver had two protein shaker cups filled and ready, but he was scrolling on his phone. I came up to hug him from behind, only the fabric of the shorts separating my semi-hard cock from his beautiful butt. I rested my chin on his shoulder, our heads touching. I gave him a sneaky kiss on the cheek.

“Hey”, he said.

He was looking at a photo of the two of us. I looked at it with him in silence. On the photo, we were sitting on the sofa, cuddled up close together. We were both still holding PlayStation game controls. Oliver had his head on my shoulder and I was kissing him on his head. It was an intimate photo, clearly taken last night.

“It’s our first photo together”, he spoke up eventually.

“Yeah”, I replied, “I love it.”

 Our faces were touching but we didn’t look at each other, continuing to look at the photo.

“Heather posted it on Instagram last night. Lots of people will have seen it. Does this mean we’re social media official?”

“I thought that was when you post about your relationship yourself?”

Oliver was silent for a little while. I suddenly realized the weight of his question. Was he seeing us as a couple already? It was quite fast, but at the same time it felt right. I didn’t know if I should continue on the topic.

“Are you boning up while hugging me?”, was the next thing he said, turning his face to look at me.

I laughed.

“It’s your ass, it works miracles on me”, I admitted.

I left my car in the apartment building’s parking lot as Oliver drove out, taking a left on 21st Street. I had asked him before getting into his car, which seemed a bit dusty and old, how often he went to the gym. After answering that he went a minimum of six times a week, he told me about how the gym had always picked him up when he was down. Working out was the only thing that could make him feel better after life or people had let him down. I listened intently as his car radio played a country ballad. It helped me understand his passion for the gym. Getting to know him and his passions might be good if we were going to call each other boyfriends. I decided to get back to that conversation later.

I realized I wasn’t very familiar in this area of Indianapolis, when Oliver took a right onto Arlington Avenue. When I spotted the KFC, I knew where I was. The CVS on the right hand corner I had definitely visited, but Oliver turned left onto 10th Street, and again I was unfamiliar. We passed a cemetery and the houses were huge. It seemed like a richer part of town, especially compared to the area where Oliver and Timothy lived.

“Nearly there”, he said as he turned right onto Shortridge Road. Soon enough he turned right onto a huge parking lot. Oliver parked as closely as possible to the Get Fit building.

Even though the gym itself was practically empty, Oliver seemed to know pretty much everyone who was there, particularly the staff. I got to shake hands with some very hot personal trainers and early morning gym goers. I was introduced as ‘Ray’ and no-one asked how we knew each other or what our relationship was. Conversation was mainly about work-outs and diets. I felt like everyone glanced down at my crotch as my cock freely flopped around as I walked and worked out. I decided to try and not care.

Watching Oliver work out was interesting to say the least. I could tell he really pushed himself to the limit with each exercise. His motivation was very apparent in his face, as well as the obvious results in his body. The shirt went off at one point and he continued to work out shirtless. The way the muscles in his abs and back contracted as he worked out was beautiful to see. I did some hanging leg raises and realized the sweat shorts were slowly falling down on me. I was pretty sure I could finish the set without exposing myself. When I did and dropped myself to the floor, I spotted Oliver had stopped his chest flys and was looking at me with his mouth hanging open. He smiled. I smiled back.

Oliver and I were the only ones in the gym showers and predictably we both got hard just from seeing each other naked. We managed to not violate any gym rules and got dressed without having touched each other. Oliver had brought the T-shirts and shorts we hadn’t ended up wearing on our way here, so we would have something clean to put on. Hard-ons in sweatpant shorts without underwear were quite the challenge to hide.

Oliver drove me to his favorite breakfast place, which was a 6 minute drive away. At Lincoln Square Pancake House, which was in Irvington, the historic district of Indianapolis and Oliver’s favorite part of town, we sat outside as the sun gained strength. It was 7:15 at this point and the restaurant had just opened. I realized I had to start thinking about work.

“Are you working today?”, I asked him.

“Yeah. Late shift, 2 to 10.”

“Ah. I see.”

“You?”

“Regular working hours, so yeah.”

He looked at his watch.

“You have to be there by 9?”

“I usually arrive at 8, but 8:30 is acceptable.”

“Hmm.

“Hi, my name is Gregg and I’ll be your waiter for today!”

After we had ordered, we had to talk about how flirty the waiter had been with both of us. We laughed.

“Hey”, he suddenly piped up.

“What if we both call in sick?”

I just got the widest smile.

“That would make me very happy”, I said.

The restaurant was pretty quiet and served as a good spot for me to make the phone call without it sounding like I wasn’t at home. When I hung up, I got excited about what this day now could possibly have in store.

The food at Lincoln Square was absolutely terrific. We took our time having breakfast, the butterflies were clearly still there for both of us. It was rare for a silence to occur, but when it did it wasn’t awkward. We just looked each other in the eyes as we ate.

“Ray…”, he suddenly said.

“Yeah?”

“Those hanging leg raises…”

“Yeah?”

“That was fucking hot.”

I laughed.

We were off to a great start of our day of playing hooky. I suggested we go back to Oliver’s so he could change into something else and then we’d drive my car to my place together so I could change as well. We could have gotten changed separately, but then there would not have been any time to discuss what to do today.

When Oliver appeared out of his bedroom wearing tight blue jeans and a grey T-shirt, he said he wanted to go shopping for new jeans today, as he was running out. And even though I wasn’t a fan of clothes shopping in the slightest, I realized watching Oliver try on jeans over his large ass would be quite fantastic.

We drove my car back to mine and I realized it had been less than 24 hours since I had last been there, even though it had felt much longer. The only other idea we had come up with during the drive was to go to the park.

I got dressed in my own, clean clothes. It felt good to wear underwear again, below my black jeans. I opted for a blue T-shirt. I took some time to re-do my hair and put on some aftershave. It may have been the longest first date I had ever been on, but I still felt like I had to make a good impression.

I walked out and Oliver looked at me with a big smile.

“You look sexy as always”, he said.

We got back in my car and I drove Oliver down to the Southern Plaza shopping center. There was a store called Rue21. It was 10:00 AM on a Monday morning and the place was pretty empty. Oliver took some large-sized pairs of jeans into a fitting room and tried some on. He walked out wearing the first pair and I could tell it was too tight on him. His cock was quite obviously pushed to the side and he had been unable to do up the top button. I couldn’t help but chuckle. I realized he was trying on these jeans without underwear and I thought that was pretty hot.

“Most of them are going to be like this”, he said, “they’re cutting off all circulation to my legs!”

I looked at his legs and the jeans looked painted on.

“Are you doing all right there?”

An employee with the name tag Linda walked up to us. Oliver turned sideways to face her and the curve of his ass in the jeans was absolutely spectacular.

“I need the largest sizes you have”, he told her, “my legs and butt tend to be too big for jeans.”

I could tell her eyes lit up as she looked down.

“Sure, I’ll get on that”, she said, trying to be professional.

Oliver sighed.

“Now I’ll need to get out of this one”, he said, smiling, as he turned around and walked back into the fitting room. The movement of his buttocks was an absolute delight and I got an erection. I looked around and saw there was practically no-one in the store. I followed Oliver and quickly opened the curtain.

I saw him bent forward, pushing the jeans past his knees. His bare butt and legs were beautiful.

“Hey, what are you doing in here?”

“Just seeing if you need any help”, I said, as I cupped his butt in my hands.

“Uhm, okay, wow! Not in here, we’re in public!”

I reached around and felt his flaccid cock in my hand.

“I know, isn’t it exciting?”, I whispered in his ear.

“Sir, we have some extra extra large pairs… oh my word!”

We had been kicked out of the store. I thought it was pretty amusing, but Oliver didn’t agree.

“I’m sorry, I’m just not very used to that”, he said as we walked back to my car.

“Sex in a fitting room?”

I was happy he laughed a little.

“Yeah. Or just PDA in general, I think.”

I thought back to how we made out in the back of an Uber the first night we met. To be fair, he had been drunk. I knew I was always very affectionate in public with boyfriends. I was about to say something to that extent when I realized Oliver wasn’t my boyfriend. Or at least, not yet. I decided not to say anything.

Oliver directed me to a men’s clothing store he had frequented in Irvington, which was called James Dant.

“They know about the issue I’ve had with jeans and the ones I’ve bought there haven’t ripped, so…”

“Sounds good!”, I said.

When we walked in, Oliver shook hands with the man who was working there, whose name was Tommy.

“Hey man, good to see you again”, he said.

“This is Ray”, Oliver said, putting a hand on my shoulder. Tommy also shook my hand and said it was nice to meet me.

“I’ve been so happy with the jeans you picked out for me last time”, Oliver told him, “so I was looking for more!”

“All right, let’s have a look then!”

Tommy picked out some brands that were a little wider than average in the seat and some stretch cuts. Oliver tried them all on. He asked me for my opinion on all of them. He looked good in most of them, though I liked some colors more than others. I particularly liked the stretch pairs on him, because it brought out his thighs and ass.

“In the UK, guys wear things like this all the time. Like, skinny jeans”, he said.

“Yeah, that’s not as common here”, Tommy said, “and these aren’t skinny jeans, they just look like that on you.”

If I were to count the amount of guys wearing skinny jeans in Metro, Tommy would change his mind. But I stayed silent.

I texted Susan while Oliver was in the fitting room. I said I had called in sick and was still hanging out with Oliver. I noticed I had a message on Facebook Messenger from someone I didn’t recognize. I decided not to open it as Oliver just reappeared wearing a white pair where his ass looked absolutely magnificent. Provocative. Voluptuous.

“I love it”, I immediately said. I really wanted him to buy it.

“It’s different than all of the others, it’s great.”

“It makes your behind look massive though”, Tommy said.

“I think you should get it”, I talked over Tommy.

Oliver smiled and realized what I was doing. He bought it.

It was nearly noon and we had lunch at Jockamo Pizza, which was right next door. It was turning out to be a beautiful day, so Oliver suggested we go to Ellenberger Park after.

“Calling in sick has been the greatest idea”, I said.

“Do you realize we’ve been together for 36 hours straight now?”

I chuckled.

“Yeah, I was thinking that. I’m loving it.”

Oliver looked at me with glint in his eye.

“Me too.”

We walked around in the park, talking. It was pretty much empty, apart from a few young parents with a stroller, or someone walking their dog.

“Next weekend is Pride, do you know if you’re doing anything?”, I asked.

“Pride… I’ve never been, I don’t think it’s my thing.”

“Why not?”

“Big crowds, drinking, dancing… I know we met at Metro, but I rarely go to things like that. And I hardly ever drink.”

“Can I take you this Saturday and show you why it’s important to me?”

“Sure, I’ll go if you’re there.”

He winked at me. I smiled. I reached down to hold his hand, but remembered what he had said and pulled back.

We were laying down in the grass talking and it was such a great day. Oliver took off his shirt, folded it and rested his head on it.

“What a great day, huh?”

“Definitely”, I replied, looking at his muscular stomach move up and down with each breath he took. There was barely anyone in the park and I desperately wanted to touch him. He wasn’t making this easy on me. I decided I had to talk to him about it at one point. I had to figure out how I was going to phrase it.

I checked my phone. Susan had texted back ‘OMG, we are sooo double dating! Enjoy your day together x’. I smiled. I looked at Oliver and noticed he had fallen asleep. I was so happy with him. But I realized we needed to talk about some things. I saw the same notification as earlier and checked the Facebook message, which was from Abby Yates, a name I did not recognize.

I FOUND YOU.

Are you fucking with my man???

He is straight, get your hands off of him!!

I felt my heart go faster. After the three messages she posted a photo of herself with Oliver. She was the blonde I had seen a photo of earlier. He was kissing her on the head as she looked at the camera. She had a friendly face, but it must have been misleading. I looked at Oliver who was dead to the world. I looked back at the phone. Below the photo was a video. When it started playing, I immediately realized it was of Oliver eating out a woman. He was smiling and being flirtatious as she shot the video. She was lying in bed on her back, and Oliver was on his stomach pleasuring her orally. His big butt made it into the frame all the way in the back. I stopped the video after a few seconds. There was one more message below.

Here he is, eating out my vag!! Happy now?? Leave him alone!!!

I didn’t know what to do as I felt my heart racing.

To be continued..