The ground rumbles as the approaching subway reaches the station. Underground, the rusted breaks of the train screech in protest as the anxious commuters wait for the subway to come to a complete stop. The double doors of the crowded car open with a gust of hot air, and out steps Matt onto the platform.
Matt stands taller than most of the passengers, with a wild head of curly brown locks and brilliant hazel eyes that quickly scan the crowd around him. A light denim jacket rests over his broad shoulders, paired with black jeans with a tear in the knees, and even fully clothed you can see his muscles bulge as he makes his way to the exit of the subway. He emerges onto the streets of New York, and picks up his phone to a new message from me. He is here visiting just for the night, but is excited to see me since it's been months since our last encounter.
I feel my phone vibrate in the pocket of my light skinny jeans, and I pick up the pace as I approach the subway to meet him. I'm nervous, and can feel my heart pounding with every step closer to him.
"Where are you?" I ask him as I pick up the phone.
"I'm by some trees I think, but honestly I'm not sure" he responds.
"Just stop moving! I'll come find you."
I arrive at the station, and spot Matt from afar. Even from this distance, I can tell he's gotten bigger since the last time I saw him. It has begun to rain, and the previously crisp white of his undershirt develops a skin-colored tint as it begins to cling to his broad chest. I can start to see the curves of his abs on his tanned stomach, and the cold has made his nipples form two sharp points on either side of the thin shirt.
Matt finally spots me, and runs and gives me a bear hug. His corse beard brushes against my face, and I immediately feel at home in his arms.
"You're soaking wet! Why didn't you bring your umbrella?" I said, but not too upset with the unexpected exposure of his torso.
"It's no big deal, Kyle, and aren't we stopping by your apartment to drop my things off anyways? I can always just borrow one of yours!"
It's true; we were going back to my apartment first, and the thought immediately elevated my heart rate. The thought of his lips pressed onto mine and feeling his body against me was so exciting, but I knew we would have to wait. My roommate was home, and was not expected to leave till the night time. Even still, the anticipation was almost too much to handle.
We make small talk as we journey back to my apartment, which was about a ten minute walk from the train station. During this time, I can't help but stare at the man next to me in awe.
Although I am just as fit as he is, he has almost half a foot on me, and am dwarfed by his size. I have to look up to speak to him, and practically gawk at how lucky I am that Matt was able to come in visit me. Quickly, I glance down at the top of his jeans, and see his large bulge shift back and forth with every step. I can't help the subsequent rush of blood heading towards my own, and quickly look back at him as he describes his day to me.
"We're here", I declare matter of factly, as we walk through the double doors of the apartment building. I take him to the steps and begin to head up, and feel his eyes on my butt as we make our way up the three flights towards the apartment.
I let Matt into the space, as he casually walks around, inspecting everything from the furniture to the neat array of glasses positioned on the counter.
"Where's your roommate?" He asks.
"Honestly, I'm not sure. He said he would be home but I guess not."
"That works for me!" Matt says with a smirk. He has a mischievous look in his eyes that could only mean one thing.
"Not right now!" I respond, "You only have a short time in the city and I want to make sure you see as much of it as you can."
"I have all I need to see right here" He says, coming towards me and wrapping his hands around my waist.
