It had been one of those warm, early summer days but now the sun had set and a chill was blowing in on the breeze. The curtains were swinging into the warmly lit room as Ellie started to close the windows. Arthur had spent the day with his best friend doing their usual amusements. A little shopping, dinner, and a good walk before hanging out on the porch of Ellie's parent's house.
Ellie was a sweetheart and a good friend, probably better than anyone could deserve. She and her family had treated Arthur like a member of their own kin since they became friends in middle school. Arthur, Art for short, was definitely a stereotypical girl's gay best friend and a good one at that. His family wasn't close-knit, overall a little cold and sometimes downright unfeeling so it was like a welcome security blanket when he was invited in, fed, and felt wanted. Ellie's parents, Keith and Claire, were like the cool Aunt and Uncle he never had. Her brother Jacob was nice but not too close to his younger sister's friends. Both Art and Ellie had recently graduated, four years the junior to Jacob's 22 years. To cap it off, it was a happy home and a friend of Ellie's was a friend to all.
The two teens, contemplating college life, were now sitting back and winding down the minutes before Art had to head back home for the night.
"What if we roomed together?" Ellie asked, resuming the topic of dorms and apartments.
"I could stand it if you could." Art said lifting his head a little from the glow of his phone.
"Maybe - Maybe," she said thinking it over. "Maybe we'll get sick of each other."
"You'd definitely get sick of me snoring or all my coffee mugs." Art said musing.
"If I poison the coffee, it kills two birds with one stone." Ellie retorted throwing a pillow at the distracted Art. "Besides, how could we bring home any guys?"
"You might bring some home!" Art said indignantly. "I couldn't pick up a guy to save my life."
"You must have someone?" She said lowing her phone.
"Not since Ethan."
"Dude, that was a year ago." She said. "You dodged a bullet there."
"Probably." Art said leaning back. "Say. If you bring home a guy, just do the thing with a tie on the door knob."
"I don't own a tie." Ellie said, launching another pillow.
"I do."
"Not like it'll be seeing any door know action!" She teased.
"If you can find me a guy that's my type and not a sociopath, I'll take him like a shot."
"And I'll take his equally hot friend or brother." She said.
"Who's to say I won't want both." Art said throwing both pillows back.
"Sure, you're such a slut."
"I could be." Art said at the increasingly amused girl in the lazy chair next to him. "Okay, maybe not... But, if I do journey down that road, I'll give you full particulars."
On that charming note, the two parted company for the night. Arthur had to work at 8 the next morning and it was going to be a busy day. He had secured a position in the records department at the local hospital. Kinda boring but it paid okay money and he had his nights free. Once college classes started, they promised flexible hours too so he could keep some kind of income. Arthur was going on a swimming scholarship which helped ease the financial burden a good deal.
Swimming was a passion of his and he kept in top shape for it. The time in the gym had been paying off and he was getting a nice build up. All 6 feet of him was shaved below the neck supposedly to decrease water resistance but there might have also been a part of Arthur that just liked it that way.
Work went okay, it was mostly digitizing old paper files and attaching them to new records. Not strenuous work but simple, mind numbingly simple repetition. Around lunch, he got a text from Ellie.
"was thinking about what you said last night and I want to set u up on a blind date"
"What" Arthur replied, wondering what she was up to.
"You said you wanted a date with a guy your type not crazy and I know 1"
"Who tf is it?" Art sent back, beginning to suffer the pangs of curiosity.
"Wouldnt be a blind date if i told u"
"Oh come on!"
"Hes in the closet and told me he doesn't want to scare you off."
"Why would he scare me off." Art replied.
"Don't know" She sent back, clearly lying. "i approve of him." She added on.
"When do i meet you mystery man?"
"tonight if u want"
A sudden attack of nervousness shot through Arthur's stomach. He didn't have much experience in dating and was still a virgin. A date? Tonight? Ellie knew too much. Ellie knew that Art had fuck-all going on and was gonna get him set up with a dude. He hoped that she also knew what she was doing. A little bravery broke through.
"Okay. Lets do it." He sent back figuring it was only a date, really a meeting at the very least. "When and where?"
"7pm. park gazebo." She sent. "If that works for u."
"Works fine."
"its gonna be a gayzebo."
I'm gonna throw something heavier than a pillow at her, Arthur thought reading her terrible joke. The minutes passed like kidney stones until it was time to go home. Arthur had two hours till his assignation and started to second guess everything. His clothes were changed an embarrassing number of times. His mind was almost changed about going but was reassured by the confidence of his friend. Soon the dreaded hour approached and Art headed out the door. It was a short walk to the park and he was a little early so he sat in the empty gazebo pretending to look at his phone but was really looking at everyone.
With his back to one of the six sides of the gazebo, he didn't see his blind date approach. Only when the man spoke did Art jump a little and turn around on the bench.
"It was Ellie's idea to surprise you." Jacob said.
"I- Uh..." Arthur stammered a bit. "Jacob. I didn't expect..."
"Please, Jake." He said stepping up and towards the bench. Arthur had never really given too much attention to him before but now in this new light, Jake was a little imposing, tall and beefy like the college football player he was. "I had a talk with EL last night after you left."
"Well, I'm flattered. And it's definitely like Ellie to pull something like this."
"It is." He said, sitting down next to Art. "But I'm serious. I went along with her little joke because I think you're cute."
Arthur was taken aback with Jacob's bold attitude but upon further inspection, his hands were shaking slightly and he seemed to have a touch of nervousness in his voice. It certainly wasn't a joke.
"Thank you." Arthur said. "You're quite handsome yourself. And I see you keep in great shape."
"I try." He said, shifting a little on the bench. "You don't do too bad either."
"I try." Said Art, blushing a little like a school-girl. They kind of fell into an awkward silence for a minute or so until Jake stood.
"Wanna walk with me?" He asked with a new confident attitude.
"I'd love to." The eventually left the park and were walking the quiet residential streets nearby. "So, Ellie mentioned that my blind date was still in the closet."
"I'm just kinda breaking out." He said. "EL was the first person I've told and you're the second."
"Ellie is a good friend."
"And a good sister." He added. "If nothing further comes from this, I still want to be friends."
"I hope something comes from it." Arthur said. "You're a nice guy and we should get to know each other better."
"I'm sorry I've always been a little distant." He said. "I'm just not that social."
"I respect that. I won't drag you out of your shell unless you want me to." Art said with a smile.
As they walked, the height difference was impressing itself on Art. Jake took long steps and seemed to tower above his six feet. The difference may have been only 4 or 5 inches but Jake was good 75 or 80 pounds heavier which compounded the size difference in Art's mind.
As they walked in to the small downtown area, Jacob bought them both ice creams and said, "At least you can tell Ellie that I treated you right."
"We could make a habit of it." Art said. "You don't know how desperate I am for a man to buy me a malt every now and then."
Jake gave a little chuckle and they kept on walking.
"If you don't mind my asking, how was coming out for you?" Jake asked.
"Not at all. It was okay." Arthur started. "I had a lot of friends and my parents didn't really care. You don't think you'll have trouble with yours do you?"
"No. They'd be fine." Jake said, licking the dripping ice cream from is hand. "So long as Ellie gives them some grand kids at some point. I'm just nervous."
"I understand." Art said. "Coming out is never easy but support from the right people helps immensely."
"You're filling me with confidence."
"Good. What else are friends for?" Art said putting an arm on Jake's shoulder.
"Hallmark could hire you." Jake said smiling.
"And they damn well should!"
The two laughed and kept on walking. After a while, they reached Jake and Ellie's home and went in for some water. Ellie was on the couch and Claire, the mother of two, was in the kitchen.
"I'm gonna run to the bathroom. Be right back." Jake said, climbing the stairs. Art went over to Ellie.
"So?????" She said, dying for intrigue.
"If you ever surprise me like than again, I'm gonna wrap a torniquet around your neck." Ellie tried to act serious but was still giggling a little. "Either way," Art said in a hushed tone, "I happen to like him. A lot so far."
"Ooooo." She started, pleased with her match making skills. "I'm so glad. You can't believe what a relief it is for me to not have to see the both of you mope around."
"I wasn't moping!" Art interjected. "Besides, maybe he would have asked me out without your help."
"Sure Arty, Sure." She said. "Just know, he's weird, works out too much, and snores like a sawmill. We had to share a bedroom for a few months."
"Jesus Sis!" Jake said coming down the stairs. "Is that the kind of relationship advice you give? We've only been together for an hour and you're gonna scare him off."
Thank god for the Kitchen TV or Claire would have heard us.
"Only letting him know what he's up against." She said meekly.
"Well," Art said. "I snore, am definitely weird, and don't work out enough. Should we talk about you next." He said leaning down towards Ellie.
"Come on, it's quieter down here." Jake said opening the basement door.
"Have fun in the dungeon." Ellie said.
As we headed down the stairs, the light was switched on and it revealed Jake's workout room, his bedroom, and a small suite with a full bathroom and a tiny, cedar sauna.
"They all call it my dungeon because I like it dark and cold." Jake explained, throwing himself down on a loveseat. "Please sit if you'd like."
Art sat down in a bean bag chair that was so deep, he might need help if he was to ever stand up from it.
"It's a cozy setup you've got down here." Art said, propping himself up.
"Mom and Dad let me rent it from them for cheap." Jake explained. "It's super convenient being this close to campus. There's even a walk-out door so I don't disturb the house if I come in late."
"Do you often stay out late?"
"Usually for games or hanging out with my teammates after practice." Jake said. "You?"
"Most of our swim meets were during the day and I have no night life."
"So what I hear is you're gonna be free most nights." Jake said propping his feet up and laying on the sofa.
"You're smooth. Not bad, but smooth." Art said amused.
"I'm warming up."
"Do you have much experience in dating?" Art asked.
"Dudes, No. Girls, a little but it wasn't really working for obvious reasons. How about you?"
"I had a fling in highschool that didn't go anywhere so pretty much nope."
"I hope I get to change that." Jake said, stealing a glance directly into Arthur's eyes.
"I hope so too." Art looked right back.
"You did call me handsome, that's a promising start." Jake said sitting up a little.
It was a promising start. Art had found himself smitten with Jake and Jake was likewise so it seemed from Art's point of view. They had dinner a familie and kept giving knowing glances at each other while keeping the conversation up. Keith and Claire didn't know and didn't need to until Jake was ready. Ellie was to thank for it in her own weird way and now she would get to see the relationship hopefully bloom. After supper, Jake and Arthur returned to the basement and kept up their own conversation. Elle sat this one out.
"When can I see you again?" Jake asked.
"Like you said, I'm free most nights." Art replied.
"Can I see you phone?" Jake said. Arthur handed it over. "Here's my number."
Jake saved his own contact under, "Hot guy near you ; )"
Arthur smiled and slid the phone into the tight pocket of his skinny jeans. Shortly afterwards, he left by the walk-out door and was home in minutes. After collapsing on his bed, he sent a message;
"I had a lot of fun today. I'll be honest, much better than I expected when Ellie said Blind Date."
The reply was nearly instant.
"I did too."
Art drifted off to sleep and had a Very exciting dream about his latest acquaintance.
The next day, work seemed to pass like a fast moving train you're stood right next to but unable to climb aboard. At lunch, Art asked Jake if they could hang again that night and the reply was YES. Art now had a driving purpose.
"So, miss me already?" Jake said opening the basement door.
"You know it." Arthur said winking. "What do you wanna do?"
That simple question found the two sat together on the loveseat watching a romcom in under an hour. Arthur was tucked up under a plush blanket due to the cold of the basement and Jake was in a tank top trying to show off. One might think of a bird with fantastic plumage strutting for a hen when seeing Jacob in a tank-top showing off his arms. He was solidly built, like a statue plus a fairly good layer of fat that rounded his edges and gave him a bit of a belly. If Arthur were to show off in the same fashion, he might dig out his swim team attire or any other skimpy speedo. Luckily for modesty's sake, he was far too cold.
As the evening progressed, they began to inch closer and closer till by the end of the movie, Arthur found himself using Jake's bicep as a pillow, the heavy forearm draped over his shoulder not unlike a sandbag. Once the screen when dark, they were in near pitch black.
"It's late." Jake said, running the back of his hand gently down Art's cheek.
"I should go." Art started. "But I wish I didn't have to."
"Is it too forward for me to agree?"
"I hope not." Art said. Jake leaned over and turned up the light.
"You're really cute, you know it." Jake said, slowly wrapping a big arm around Art's waist. He could have been like a constrictor but was as gentle as could be. "If some night you wanted to stay..."
Arthur was sorely tempted by those words. "We might be moving a little fast," He said dropping his head on the boulder-shoulder next to him. "But I don't see any harm in it yet."
"You should probably go." Jake said in a sympathetic tone. "You work in the morning."
Arthur was hesitant but did eventually get up. Jake kind of lingered when pushing him up from the sofa and definitely copped a handful of Art's plentiful rear. Jake only gave a little smirk. As the door was opened and the two stood there looking into each other's eyes, a sudden notion came to Art.
Art leaned up and gave Jake a kiss. It was only momentary but it was like a firework going off.
"I have a swim meet tomorrow night." Art texted once he got home.
"Such a tease." Jake replied. "First a kiss and now I've got to wait to see you again."
"You can come if you want."
"Might just do that..." Jake texted back. Art didn't see it till morning upon waking up and grew excited at seeing his new boy-toy. Then it dawned on him that Jake was going to him in just his cap and speedo. 'If that doesn't scare him off, he might be a keeper.' Arthur thought as he got into the shower.
Since highschool came to a close, Arthur had been meeting with a few of his friends from the swim team to stay in practice. They would practice their dives and do their laps like genuine fish. After completing the second or third dive, Arthur noticed a bulky man in the bleachers watching him. Upon lifting his leaking goggles, he was pleased to see Jacob with his feet up, watching with great interest. The practice went on for another half hour or so till it was about time to close up shop.
"Nice form." Jake said as Art approached, still in his swimwear. "The dives were good too."
Art blushed at that. "Thanks. I suppose I should go find my clothes."
"That's a shame." Jake said. "I'll meet you outside."
Art raced to the locker room, definitely not to hide the semi he was attaining from the attention he was getting and met Jake outside the front doors within five minutes.
"I don't work tomorrow." Art said. "If you're free..."
"Yes please." Jake said. "Another movie?"
"Well..." Art said, "I had another idea."
In 20 minutes, they were back in Jake's basement but not on the loveseat. The cedar lined sauna had been fired up and steaming the two.
"I've always wanted one of these." Art said, wiping the sweat from his brow.
"I built it from a kit." Jake said, adjusting his towel a little nervously. "I use it all the time."
The room was a little small and only had the one bench. The two were pressed up to each other and Jake's arm was pretty much forced to be slung around his companion. A little more water was thrown on the rocks.
Art looked up and saw that Jacob was blushing a little and was staring down at him.
"So." Jake started. "How do manage wearing that little bathing suit around in public?"
"I just sort of got used to it." Art started. "Maybe you should try it."
"I don't think so."
"Scaredy cat."
"No." Jake said. "Well, it's not really the public issue."
"What is it?"
"I doubt I could fit everything in." Jake said in a quick, slightly embarrassed way.
"Now if that isn't humble bragging, I don't know what is." Art said laughing.
"It is," Jake started. "But also true nonetheless."
"I'm sure your baby elephant is safe from view." Art said dashing some water.
"Now I am just bragging but," Jake said. "I've scared a couple girls off before."
"How big are we talking?" Art said with a serious inquisitiveness.
"Big. Maybe too big." Jake said. "Either way, I wouldn't want to put you off."
"You're too kind." Arthur said, not honestly sure if it was a joke. "I'm your average virgin twink. What ya see is what ya get."
"Virgin eh?" Jake said raising an eye. "Maybe it'll be a memorable time then."
They both laughed at that and got out of the sauna. Art tried to steal a glance or two at Jake's front but couldn't see anything definite through the thick towel. He didn't notice Jacob doing the same to himself. They took turns having a quick shower and settled in on the sofa, Art sort of nesting on Jacob's lap. They watched a little of the late night tv before starting to doze off.
"If we sleep here, we're gonna feel it tomorrow." Jake said.
"Sure that's not a ploy to get me to go to bed with you." Art asked drowsily.
Jake gave a little laugh and decided he wasn't taking no for an answer. He stood up and bent over scooping up Art. He protested a moment before getting thrown over the beefy shoulder and getting 'fireman' carried to the bed. Art gave a little huff as he was tossed down like a ragdoll onto the king-size bed, quickly followed by Jacob kneeling down on the mattress, towering over him. The dim light just illuminated their faces as Art reached up and felt Jake's ample chest.
"I tend to sleep without the shirt. You okay with that?" Jake asked. Art gave a nod and Jake pulled it off in one swoop. Art's hand now trapsed along a pelt of curly black hair laid like a rug across the wide pectorals. "Can I help you out of that?" Jake asked.
Again Arthur gave a nod and Jake reached his meaty arms down and slowly peeled the thin cotton from Art's torso, revealing his tight abs and cute, hairless pecs.
"You're definitely my type." Jake said, running his hand along the ridges of Arts body.
"Ditto." Said Art beginning to feel the rock solid muscle beneath the padding.
Jacob moved and swung a leg over Art's body. Now straddling him, Jake had Art pinned. He leaned down and began to kiss his cheek, then moving forward, kissed his perky lips. His meaty hands had clasped Art's and was holding them up on a pillow. In this position, Art was totally at Jake's mercy.
Jake's tongue took advantage of the situation and slid into Art's willing mouth. It kept going, dominating the space and wrestling with Arthur's. Their kiss was long and passionate till at last it broke. Jake moved a little lower and began to suck and bite on Art's long, tender neck. After a moment, Jake began to lower himself. Before his weight crushed poor Arthur, he shifted off to the side and held Art in a strong embrace, still sucking at his neck. Art could feel Jake's powerful tongue, his constantly flexing arms, and something else... Jake might not have been joking. Arthur could feel a large mass pressing against his side. He couldn't tell how big but it was definitely bigger than his.
After some minutes, they slowed down and covered up with a heavy blanket. Dozing off into a good sleep, the best either one of them had in recent memory. Morning would come and the light shining through a casement window would wake up Arthur. He was still tightly clutched in Jake's powerful arms, just where he wanted to be. He again felt a bulge pressing against him, this time at his rear. Upon turning to take a peak, he found Jacob was just waking up.
"Sorry." He said a little groggily.
"Don't worry about a thing." Art returned happily. "Sleep good?"
"Better than ever. Should have you over more often."
"Who knows what trouble we could get into." Art said while ever so slightly backing up to Jacob.
"Careful there." Jake said stroking Art's hair. "Don't want to scare you off." He gave a little laugh at his own thought.
Art flipped over and faced Jake. His eyes were of a piercing blue and his dark brown hair and eyebrows complimented them. His bulge also met with Arthur's modest morning wood.
"Oops." Feigned Art. "Don't let me scare you off." He joked.
"You really want to see it?" Jake asked. "I whip it out if it's just to beat you with."
Art gave a little smile, sat back, and waited. he definitely wasn't going to turn down the chance. The butterflies in his chest had gone into an uproar. Jake peeled the blankets back with arm, laid flat, and gripped his PJ's waistband with the other arm. He slowly pulled it down revealing the start of a wild bush. Then the beginning of a thick shaft appeared. As the waistline went down, the shaft seemed to just keep on going. It got a little thicker towards the middle, maybe as thick as a beer bottle. It finally tapered down to a wide, uncut head with a slight drip beginning to form. As the waistband released, the cock sprung up revealing it's true length.
"H- How big is it?" Art said staring.
"12 inches even." Jake said plainly like this was a regular occurrence.
"Well." Arthur started. "I- I'm sorry for doubting you."
"It's okay." Jake said, grabbing it and beginning to swing it around. "I've had much worse reactions."
"Well, I haven't runaway in terror yet."
"No, not yet." Jake said kinda sly. "You're so brave, I'd even let you touch it."
Art reached over, his own cock beginning to leak precum, and gripped the shaft. It was unbelievably thick. Warm too, and pulsed with Jake's heartbeat. He pulled down revealing a little more of the head and the precum gathering there.
"Here." Jake said swiping the tip of his cock with his middle finger. He brought the finger to Art's mouth. "Open."
Art did so and Jacob's finger slid inside across the tongue to the back of the throat.
"Good boy." Jake said, putting his hand over Art's and beginning to move up and down. "There's plenty more of that if you want it."
"Yes please." Art said as the finger left his mouth. The action was repeated but the finger stayed there, just on the verge of choking.
"Yes please, what?" Jake asked then removing the finger.
"Yes please, Sir." Art replied.
Jake smiled and kissed Art, his tongue invading the willing and hungry mouth.
Jacob was already close. It was the hottest action he'd had in a long time and the first with another man. "I'm gonna cum soon." He said through labored breaths.
Arthur bent his head down and began to tongue the head and slit, tasting the salty precum. Jake began to writhe in pleasure. It took most of his strength not to grab the back of Art's curly hair and shove his head down the shaft. That much so quick might kill the poor twink thought Jake. He laid a hand on the back of his neck making sure Art wouldn't be able to lift off very far.
"Oh Fuck Art." Jake said in a quiet, labored voice. "I'm gonna-"
Arthur felt a sudden rigidity then the hot blast of Jake's cum gush into his mouth. It kept on coming too. One... two... three... Art lost count pretty quick. He tried to lift off a little but a firm, muscled grip kept him bobbing on Jake's cock head. What didn't leak from around his lips, he swallowed. It just seemed like an endless torrent until it finally subsided.
"Holy fuck." Jake said, dropping his head on the pillow. "That was... Intense."
"Fuck yeah it was." Art said, leaning back a little now that Jake's vice grip had released a little but not all the way.
"I'm sorry if I was a little too much there." Jake said, looking down at Arthur's cum covered lips.
"I liked it. A lot."
"If you liked it so much," Jake began to say, "Get back down there and like that beast clean."
Art wasted no time. He used his tongue skillfully over a couple minutes licking every drop of cum from the still girthy shaft. He felt Jake's heavy hand on the back of his head the whole time.
"Get the boys too." He ordered.
Arthur went lower and tried his best to lick and suck Jake's balls. now he understood how Jake could have cum so much. Each ball was the size of a large egg. They hung low and Arthur couldn't get either on fully in his mouth.
"You're such a good boy." Jake said pulling Art's head up and bringing him in for a kiss.
The shared a passionate kiss before rising from bed and taking a shower together. Once up, Art could truly appreciate the size of Jacob's tool. 12 inches might have been a conservative estimate. Still at a semi, he was massive. Once under the hot water, Jake began to massage the soap into Arthur with is thick, muscular hands. After a few minutes of this, an arm wrapped around Art's next and pulled him in tight. The chokehold was tight but bearable. Jake's other arm snaked down to Arthur's cock. It was tiny in comparison but was still a respectable 5 inches.
Jake began to pump his cock slowly then speed up, a steady rhythm was developing when Art started to reach his breaking point.
"Oh fuck Jake, I'm gonna cum." He cried out.
He did. It was over powering and if Jake hadn't been there, Art might have collapsed under his own weight. After he came, Jake kept going now with the slightest sadistic smile.
"Please, it's too s- sensitive." Art pleaded. "Oh fuck, oh my god."
"Shhhh, Boy." Jake whispered into his ear. "You wanna cum for Daddy?"
"Mmmm, Yes please."
"Yes What?" Jake asked, suddenly stopping his strokes.
"Yes Sir." Arthur answered quickly.
Jake kept going, faster, harder, till finally, "Ohh Fuck!" Art came again.
Jake held him upright, one arm around his neck and shoulder, the other hand holding his cock and balls firm.
"I don't think... we have to worry about this side of our relationship." Arthur said as he recovered his senses. Jake gave him a slap on the ass and stepped out of the shower. Arthur stood under the water for a while before getting out. Jake had to get running so Art went home to enjoy his day off and day dream about what might come next.
