I was 21 at the time this story took place. At the time, I had been proudly out as a gay man for a couple of years, but I hadn't had any experience with men. I was a really shy kid, dating apps didn't exist (it was 1998), and although my country has always been pretty progressive, being gay still wasn't widely accepted and coming on to someone could be tricky, and even dangerous, if they turned out to be straight. Also, I had a huge muscle fetish; I still do. I've always been attracted to men with really big, well-defined, vascular muscles, bodybuilders, the bigger the muscles, the more attracted I am. At 21, I was really scrawny, 5'11" and only 135 pounds, with no muscle mass at all, and although some said I was cute, the big muscular men that I was attracted to were way out of my league.
Another thing to know about me is that I don't drive. I never learned how to do it, and I don't intend to any time soon. The mere thought of driving stresses me out to no end, and since the city I live in is quite small, and distances are never too long, I get by using public transport quite well, thank you very much.
So, on the day this story began, I was riding the bus to go visit a friend of mine. It was about 3 pm on a swelteringly hot summer day - 37°C (98.6°F) -- and really humid, which made it even worse. Luckily, the bus was almost empty when I got on it, the last thing I needed was to be squeezed by a bunch of sweaty strangers! I got on the bus, sat at the very back, and opened the window to try to get some breeze on my face. There were only three other people on the bus, all minding their own business, looking out of the window, and sweating profusely, same as I.
A few stops later, the bus stopped again. I glanced towards the front of the bus just out of curiosity to check who was getting on, and two things happened at the same time: my jaw dropped, and my dick got hard as a rock in a fraction of a second. The most gorgeous man I had ever seen in my life, whether in person or on screen, was paying for the bus fare. He was at least 6'3" and I don't know whether he competed, but he was definitely a bodybuilder, and a massive one at that. He had muscles on muscles on muscles. Also, he had a face fit for a fancy perfume TV commercial, you know the type. Dark brown hair with a trendy haircut, clean shaven, with cheekbones that could cut through your soul, and the hint of dimples even when he wasn't smiling.
But his body, oh my fucking God! Because of the weather, he was wearing a stringer tank top that really showed off his massive pecs, arms, and a back wider than what I had ever fantasized in my erotic daydreams. Those massive lats tapered into an impossibly narrow waist, and as my eyes travelled down his magnificent body, I saw he was wearing very short and tight running shorts that barely encased his amazing bubble butt and left two tree trunks exposed. No, I'm sorry, those were not human legs, those were really, truly, tree trunks. To top it all off, his whole body shimmered with sweat and veins popped everywhere you looked at. I was glad I was wearing black cargo shorts, because my dick was already leaking pre-cum like a water fountain; at least the stain wouldn't be as visible as if I had worn my light blue dress shorts, which I almost had, but decided not to at the last minute for the sake of comfort in this heat.
As I was thanking the Fates for that last minute wardrobe decision, my dream muscle man turned and started walking in my direction. I hoped he would choose a seat close to where I was sitting, so I could continue ogling at his muscular back. As, like I said, the bus was almost empty, he had a wide selection of seats to choose from. So, imagine my surprise when he kept walking towards the back of the bus, and, without saying anything, sat down next to me. If I had been sweating before because of the heat, now it was buckets. I could feel the sweat running down my face and my back, as my heart thumped wildly. The perfect man, a man I didn't even have the imagination to conjure up, was sitting right next to me. And as he was so massive, physical contact was inevitable. His rock-hard biceps were pressed against my side, and his massive thighs were touching mine. I was being squashed by a mountain of muscles and I was dying of anxiety and lust. But, hey! If I was going to die, I couldn't think of a better way to go!
I kept stealing sideway glances at him, and he seemed totally unaware of my desperate state, or the tent in my shorts. But surely leaning against me he could feel the thumping of my heart as it tried to leave my chest! After a few minutes, he started moving his leg, so his right thigh was rubbing against my left one. Maybe I was imagining things, but this looked very intentional. I stole another glance at him, but he was just staring ahead, as if nothing happened.
A few more minutes went by like this, his leg still rubbing against mine, when all of a sudden, I felt his hand on my thigh. I almost jumped out of my skin! It was as if someone had dropped a bunch of hot red coals on my leg, the spot where he had placed his hand was burning, and I feared I was just going to burst up in flames! I turned my head to look at him, snapping my neck in the process, but he was still staring ahead, though with a hint of a smile on his plump lips. With his hand still on my leg, he started flexing his arm. I could feel the pressure against my whole side as his huge arm muscles hardened and swelled, rock-hard masses of flesh pushing against and into my body.
Then, just as suddenly as he had put it there, he removed his hand from my leg, stood up, and pressed the bell to get off the bus. He looked at me briefly before descending the steps, as if waiting for me to do something, but I was paralyzed with shock and lust. Luckily, some primal part of my brain decided to take charge and moved me to do the only thing that made sense: jump up from my seat and run off the bus behind him. I just managed to squeeze through the bus doors as they were closing and stood panting on the sidewalk, turning my head one way and the other searching for him amidst all the people that were crowding the bus stop. Luckily, the guy was huge, so I quickly spotted him, head and massive shoulders towering above everyone else. He was walking away from the bus stop, so I squeezed my way through the crowd and followed him. As he got to the corner and was waiting for the green light to cross the street, he turned around, saw me following, and flashed a smile. I stood rooted to the spot for a moment, but as I saw him move again and cross the street, I resumed stalking him. I mean, he knew I was following, and he seemed ok with it, almost as if he was expecting me to. The thought crossed my mind that he may be luring me somewhere to gay-bash me, or he might be a serial killer, but, hey, he was too hot to for me to be bothered with such nuisances!
I followed him at a distance for about five blocks, with him every now and then turning around to check I was still behind him and smiling each time, until he reached a small park, walked towards an empty bench in the shadow of a large oak tree, and sat down, arms splayed over the bench backrest. I got to about 15 feet from him and stood there, watching him and wondering if I should get closer, when he looked me straight in the eyes, smiling, and tilted his head, signaling for me to sit with him. I took a really deep breath, walked in his direction, and sat next to him.
"You're cute, and quite daring, I have to say," he said, watching me with a twinkle in his eye.
His voice was deep and smooth, and sent shivers down my spine.
"I'm not cute, I'm just plain, and I don't know about daring, I've never done something like this," I said shily, almost whispering as if talking to myself, head bowed and looking at him through the corner of my eye.
"You just stalked a guy for several blocks," he laughed. "That's daring! Didn't you stop to think I may be a serial killer luring you to an early death?"
"The thought did cross my mind," I answered, smiling to myself, "but you are worth the risk."
He laughed out loud and said, "See? You ARE cute! And don't worry, I'm no serial killer. I'm just Jeff."
He extended his hand, and I shook it, trembling. He gave me a firm grip, but not painfully so. I mean, he looked strong enough to be able to smash every bone in my hand if he wanted to. "I'm Gus," I replied, "nice meeting you."
He extended his other hand to hold mine with both of his (my hand literally disappeared inside both his huge, manly, sexy and strong hands), and said "Nice meeting you too, buddy."
As he kept on holding my hand in both of his, I finally looked up into his face. For the first time I noticed the color of his eyes. I'd thought they were dark, maybe brown or even black, but they were the most beautiful deep blue color I'd ever seen, and I got lost on them. I know beauty is subjective, but this guy really was the definition of physical perfection, at least in my book!
Jeff let go of my hand, laid back on the bench, and asked, "So, what made you follow me here?"
