The Mountain

Near the Medical Center where I worked was a big fitness center. Since it was on my way home, it was the easiest place for me to go work out. So, most afternoons after work ,would find me there.

It was a popular fitness center. Especially, among the local snoot gay population. Snoot? My own term for gays who walk around with their noses in the air like they have a snootfull of something they are trying to hold in. The ones who have money, or good looks and the pretenders who are trying to fit in with that crowd.

However. Snoots or not, there was a great deal of eye candy parading around in tight and minimal clothing. I didn't have to be a part of that crowd to look, so I was didn't care that I was surrounded by Snoots. Most of these guys got off on being looked at, so it was all good.

I did have one buddy I worked out with on a regular basis.

Robert was a dancer employed by one of the Dance Companies in town. Although it wasn't a ballet company, Robert had trained in ballet. And was very limber. When he stretched for the aerobics type class, and did splits, every eye was drawn to his beautiful dancer butt. Even, I his buddy, couldn't help imagining him doing splits on my dick. Which would never happen. He was totally in love with a wonderful guy, and to my knowledge never strayed.

His part in the story?

He coined the phrase "The Mountain". In reference to one of the regular body builders. Because? He said the man wasn't only massive as a mountain, he was just as unassailable.

He was right.

This guy was huge. Had to be six six. Must have weighed close to three hundred pounds or more. And all of it sculpted muscle. And judging from his tank tops, covered in fur. Hell, his thighs were possibly bigger than my chest. And he had a huge muscle butt. Looked like two boulders straining his shorts.

And he talked very little.

The other body builders all tried to cozy up to him and pretty much were ignored. Some of the gays hit on him. Lots of the women flirted. And were ignored. He never showered in the locker room, or used the pool , the hot spa or the sauna. He always showed up to workout already in his tight little shorts, under sweat pants and tanks. As far as I know no-one had actually seen the man naked.

Robert's nickname for the man stuck. Soon every regular was referring to him as The Mountain.

And The Mountain remained a mystery to everyone but the staff. And even they didn't know much. Just his name.

There came a point when my old truck became unreliable. Since there was a bus that made a straight shot between where I lived and worked, I'd decided to take that instead of driving.

Turns out The Mountain took that bus too.

He and I often finished working out around the same time. And were regularly waiting for the same bus. He never said a word to me. And I never said a word to him.

Frankly? The man intimidated the Hell out of me.

Not only was he one of the most massive man I'd ever seen. He was one of the most handsome. His face was GQ cover worthy. Light brown hair, dark brown eyes, perfectly spaced eyebrows, sculpted cheekbones, lips, just the right plumpness , square cleft chin.

If there was any justice in the world, The Mountain would have had a high squeaky voice. But no, his seldom heard voice was a deep rumble.

Now, there came a day when the bus was unusually full. When we got on there was only one seat left. The Mountain got on first as usual. (Because, intimidating or not, I never missed an opportunity to stare at that massive ass, so usually followed him on the bus. I'm an unapologetic ass aficionado). He took the last seat. He was so big he took up three quarters of a bus seat. So I opted to grab an overhead rail and stand.

The Mountain looked up at me, patted what remained of the seat and rumbled, "Sit.".

I shook my head and said I was fine standing. Those perfect brows contracted and once more he rumbled. " Just sit. I don't bite."

So I sat.

Totally aware that my right side was pressed up against his massive arm . That my leg was pressed into his massive thigh. As it was, about half my ass was hanging in the aisle. As he didn't shower at the gym, my nose was treated to dried man sweat. He put out a great deal of body heat. Just touching The Mountain, had my dick filling my crotch to the point of pain.

He actually began to talk.

The man who talked to no one. Was talking to me.

I learned his name was Jake. That he lived one stop beyond mine. That he worked at an office cross from the Medical Center. And that he'd been watching me work out. Said he had some tips for a better weight routine.

Me? I was so flabbergasted the man was talking to me, I barely said a word. The Mountain. Who never talked to or interacted with anyone. Had been watching me workout. Me? Fit, but not exceptionally built or ripped me? Long lean, one hundred seventy-five pound me? However, before my stop I did agree to meet at the gym the next day and let him show me a new weight routine.

The next afternoon Jake started putting me through a new routine. I could feel the eyes of the whole gym on us. Wondering why I was special enough to warrant the attention of The Mountain. The giant who never interacted with anybody.

Turns out Jake is a very hands on instructor.

He would put those big hands on my body to correct my posture. Grab my thighs to position them properly. Push on my back to align it to his satisfaction. Straddle my legs, crotch practically in my face to show me how to pull or push on a bar. Stood with his massive thighs to either side of my head, to spot me. Crotch just above my head. His man scent enveloping my nose from the close proximity.

Me?

I'm desperately trying not to sport wood for the whole gym to see. Especially, since my eyes seemed to detect a bit of growth in Jake's tight little shorts.

Was it possible manhandling my body turned The Mountain on?

After the workout, Jake did his usual change and skedaddle.

Me?

I needed a cool shower.

The shower room filled up for some reason. Guys who never gave me the time of day were suddenly eying my wet body up and down. Trying to see what was so special, that The Mountain had deigned to workout with me. The man who everyone tried to buddy up to.

It was both heady and embarrassing.

When I finished showering and dressing I headed for the bus stop. I was surprised to see Jake still there. I was pretty sure there had been a bus scheduled to arrive in between when he left and now.

Was The Mountain waiting for me?

Apparently!

He seemed kind of sheepish. Like something was on his mind and he didn't quite know how to say it. Finally, he blurted out an invitation to stop in Uptown and get a drink. Somewhat nonplussed, I agreed and he gave out a big sigh and relaxed.

I believe The Mountain was painfully shy. He didn't talk to people, not because he was arrogant, but because of social awkwardness. Not particularly much of a talker myself, there were lots of silences in our conversation. That he was so shy, when he could have had just about any gay or woman panting to be with him, was a total mystery.

So we went to one of the bars in Uptown. Not my kind of bars. Uptown only had trendy establishments. Sleek, modern, pretentious, over priced. Give me a warm friendly neighborhood bar any day.

But there I was with The Mountain. Wondering. Am I about to just make a new friend or is something else on his mind? it was no secret at the gym, I was gay.

He fiddled with the label on his expensive craft beer. He was so awkward. I reached across the table and rested my hand on his hairy wrist. "Jake. relax. If there's something on your mind, just spit it out. I'm just an ordinary guy, no need to be nervous around me."

He sighed. "I know. I'm just not good with people. I was a fat and dumpy kid. Kids always made fun of me. That's why I started working out. But now people are intimidated by me. If they aren't, they hit on me. I've heard you're gay, but you never hit on me. You seem like a nice if quiet guy. I was hoping we could be friends."

So. I was going to be relegated to the friend zone. That was okay. I got the feeling Jake needed some friends. I made a mental note to introduce him to some of my friends. They were a good bunch of guys and gals. If I asked them not to hit on Jake they wouldn't.

Then Jake awkwardly cleared his throat.

"Actually, I would like to be a bit more than friends.". He blushed.

I raised my eyebrows, surprised. Was Jake hitting on me?

" Jake? Are you asking to date? Or do you want to have sex with me?"

At the second, he blushed even harder. But he stepped up and admitted he was interested in sex, and was hoping I'd like to come home with him.

Interested? More like ecstatic at the very thought. Then it got even better. I was informed, bashfully, that The Mountain didn't have much experience. The Mountain was practically a virgin. The few times he'd been with anyone, had been muscle worshippers.

Well? I couldn't blame anyone for wanting to worship that body. I sure wanted to see it in all of it's naked glory.

Being candid, I informed him that I was a top. Wanted to get that out there, in case this big dude had other ideas.

Jake wasn't interested in topping, but didn't want to bottom either.

So. Was just getting my hands all over that massive body, and a blow job, or even a hand job going to be enough.

Hell Yeah!

We opted to walk the fourteen blocks to Jake's place. Jake kept brushing up against me, like an affectionate pup. More than once, his bump, about sent me off the sidewalk.

Once inside his front door, he got awkward again.

Finally, I reached up , grabbed his thick neck and pulled his face down and kissed the Hell out of him. At first he was hesitant. Then he engulfed me with those huge arms ,drew me in tight, and kissed me back.

I dropped my arms and tried to reach around his waist. I could barely get around his arms to reach his back. Got my fingers under his shirt and began stroking his skin. Jake groaned against my mouth. I slipped my arms under his to get better access to his back. Ran my hands all over that massive back. Very aware of the hard muscles of his front pressed against mine. Jake was actually trembling a little. Like he had never had another person's body so close. It was a wonder to me. So many men or women would be so eager to be in my place. But Jake didn't seem to realize that.

I think he never quite got away from the ridiculed fat kid.

I reluctantly pulled away.

" Let's find somewhere more comfortable to continue. ". I smiled. " Like the couch or a bed, where I can lay you down and get you comfortable." And naked. But, I didn't say that.

Jake almost dragged me into his bedroom. I pushed at his big body to sit him on the bed. Wasn't easy. Knelt down to pull off sneakers and socks. Big beautiful hairy feet. Reached up for the waistband of his workout pants and tugged. Jake helped by raising his big ass up so I could slide them off. My hands slid across the sides of his ass , massive thighs and muscled lower legs. I sat back on my heels to drink in the sight. In a strained tank , and plain white jock he looked incredible.

His brown eyes watched my face. There was trepidation there. Yet? Trust as well.

I pushed those massive legs apart, and knee walked between. Reached up to tug at his tee bottom. Jake grabbed the bottom and yanked it over his head. He shivered as I slid a finger down the center of his torso. From the tuft of brown hair at the bottom of his throat, between massive pectorals, between the ridges of an honest to god , seldom seen, almost mythical eight pack. Over his slightly protruding belly button. I traced over the band of his jock, then over the hard lump pushing out the fabric. Down the middle of his balls. Until my fingers met the bed where jock pouch met straps.

Then, testing, I slid that finger a bit further. Into the warm sweaty canyon separating those boulder cheeks. Jake gasped, but widened his legs, allowing better access. Maybe not a bottom, but not adverse to having his asshole touched. Great sign. I massaged the twitching muscle lips, I found there, as I leaned forward to lick at a jutting nipple on a huge pec.

Jake grabbed my head in a wide hand and almost mashed my face into his hairy tit. Umm... Responsive nipples. Yes!

Jake was breathing heavier. He was squirming that big butt around as I continued to massage his pucker. When I bit lightly at his big nipple he groaned and pushed my face into his chest harder. Damn near smothered me.

I stilled massaging his hole lips to grab the waist of his jock. I wanted to see the cock straining the pouch. He raised his body up to help me ease it off. As his fat cock was released a string of precum stretched out from his slit to the retreating jock pouch.

It wasn't a big cock. Maybe five inches. Fat though. Big mushroom pink head. Massive hairy balls. Not quite tennis balls, but not too far off. Like the balls on a boar. High tight and round.

I reached out and cupped them. Almost too much for my hand. Squeezed and pulled. Watched his hard dick wave in the air. Leaned forward.

Then my mouth was tasting his cock. One hand tweaking nipples, one hand fondling nuts, one mouth sucking a fat leaky dick.

Oh that cock felt good in my mouth. The salt of sweat from the gym. So good . Silk over steel.

I looked up at Jake's face. His eyes were closed. His mouth hung open. His breath sped up. His big hands fisting the bedspread.

Satisfied ,he was into the sensations, I was creating in his body, I worked on the dick in my mouth. Perfect size. The whole thing fit inside with no troubles. I bobbed on it slowly, all the way up and right down to his substantial pubic hair.

I released his balls, to slip fingers along side the dick in my mouth to get them sloppy wet. Then I snuck them back between those ass canyon walls. Found his manhole entrance and massaged spit over them.

For a guy who wasn't sure about getting fucked, he sure was responsive to his asshole being massaged. He squirmed that massive ass around, groaning happily.

Time to test the waters.

I freed both hands to grab those heavy thighs. Pushed at them to force them up, and his upper body down.

Jake looked at me with a wild uncertain look in his brown eyes. " I said I didn't get fucked" he bleated. "Relax buddy. My dick isn't going near your ass. I have something else in mind, something I think you'll love."

Once I had his massive legs lifted high and wide, ( An effort not unlike weight lifting.), I leaned my face to his now exposed hole. The tight pink pucker was clenching. I then began to give Jake a rim job that I hoped would be the best he ever had. ( Of course it may have been the only one he'd had)

I knew he loved it, when he grabbed his thighs and arched his hips to give better access to his hole. Thankful, to be relieved of the strain of holding up those huge thighs,I literally buried my face between those big cheeks. I licked long and slow. I lapped sloppy and fast. I drove my tongue tip into the tight little slit.

Non vocal Jake turned verbal. Fucks and Gods and other curse words rumbled from his lips, punctuated by gasps, moans and groans.

That's when I got a finger wet , lined it up with his pink hole and pushed.

Jake yelled and his body froze up.

But he didn't pull away. He kept a tight grip on his thighs. He didn't tell me to get my finger out of his hole. In fact he pulled his thighs in tighter. Giving more access to his hole.

I pushed in further.

He was so fucking tight!

Jake gasped. But, no indication he wanted my finger removed.

I judged I was far enough in to find his joy button. I crooked my finger and stroked. When Jake nearly rose off the bed, nearly throwing me off in the process , I knew I'd scored a direct hit.

If the rim work had turned him on, stroking his prostate drove him over the edge. Apparently Jake had a hair trigger prostrate.

Jake came in huge shuddering convulsions. His pucker clenched so hard, my digit buried inside him, felt like it would snap right off. Those huge thighs went rigid, his calves coming around my back, trapping my whole upper body between them.

There must have been a real cum back up, in those big round balls. Spurt after spurt shot out to land on his hairy chest and belly. I continued to finger fuck his hole until I'd milked every drop.

Jake's thighs dropped down to the bed. He flipped us over so he was straddling my hips. Thank the heavens he held his full weight off me. I might have been crushed. The cum on his heaving body began to ooze downward. I ran a finger through it, and brought some to my mouth. Licked it off his fingers. He licked his lips as he watched me taste his cum.

All this time I'd been clothed.

Jake rolled off me, and began working my pants off. I swear a look of awe slid across his face, when he got a look at what was hidden in my briefs. Seven inches of uncut meat. Really fat meat. The only fat part of my body. His rough hand was so big, my seven inches all but disappeared in his fist.

He seemed almost mesmerized as he stroked my dick. The wide purple head reappearing on each down stroke. Having this big beautiful man reverently stroking my dick, pushed me ever closer to the edge.

Then that handsome face was inches from my hard piece. Those plump lips opened on a down stroke. The purple head was enveloped in hot wetness.

Jake couldn't get much of my dick inside his mouth. Didn't matter. The sight and feel of this man mountain bobbing on my cock was so erotic. Usually, I'm not quick on the trigger. In fact I have real staying power. This time? Hell, the visual was enough to make my cum boil.

I warned him I was close. Jake just kept sucking. When my load did flood out, Jake swallowed it all down.

Once he had sucked up every drop, he raised his handsome face to catch my eyes.

"Never knew something in my ass could feel so good. Never understood why so many guys want to get fucked. Now I kind of get it."

I held my breath, wondering where he was going. He blushed.

"You in a hurry to get home? Maybe you'd like to stay the night?"

"Do I get to play with your big beautiful body again?"

His big smile was all the answer I needed.