The Pers of Public Transport

Sorry it got me so long to publish part two! Life and work happened and I didn't get much time to dedicate to writing! I hope you enjoy this, and hopefully I'll manage to publish chapter 3 sooner!

By the way, this chapter is more of a slow burn and nothing really sexual happens (wait for chapter 3 for that, I have some ideas!).

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Chapter 2

I could tell people were staring. I mean, wouldn't you? Imagine watching a grown ass man piggybacking on the most gorgeous specimen of manhood that you could ever imagine -- tall, incredibly handsome with chiseled features, and the body of a superhuman right out of the pages of a comic book. It didn't help that by this point I was completely lost in my muscle lust, fondling Jeff's meaty pecs, kissing the thick ropes of muscle that he called his neck, and moaning loudly. When I think back on what the scene must have looked like to the people at the park, I feel equally embarrassed and horny, blood rushing both to my face and to my cock. Luckily, Jeff's apartment was just a block and a half away, so the show we were putting on didn't last much.

Jeff climbed two flights of stairs to get to his apartment, with me still on his back, and he didn't even break a sweat. When we got there, he opened the door, went in, turned around to close the door, and then he bent his knees to lower me down. I reluctantly let go of his godly body and stood there, not knowing what to do or say now I was alone with him.

Jeff looked me up and down and said, "God, I really, really like you!"

I looked at him, still in disbelief. "You do?"

"Yes, very much so. Believe it or not, I've never done anything like this, never hit on someone in public so shamelessly as I did with you. But there was something in the way you were looking at me that moved me to do it. I like your face, I like your body, and you have such beautiful eyes, I just couldn't let the opportunity to get to know you go by."

"Well, I can believe you've never hit on anyone, I don't think you would need to. I mean, I'm sure everyone just throws themselves at your feet, looking the way you do. But I'm still having a hard time believing I can be attractive to someone like you."

Jeff looked straight into my eyes, holding my gaze in silence, and started to strip. He removed his tank top, to reveal the most perfect ten-pack you could ever imagine. Up until then, I didn't even think a ten-pack could exist, and I actually had to count the slabs of muscle in his abdomen. I knew about six-packs, and had heard about eight-packs, but this was a first for me, and I considered myself a muscle connoisseur. Without breaking eye contact, he kicked off his running shoes, removed his socks, and then took off his running shorts. It took some effort to wiggle them down his massive thighs. Jeff stood in front of me, completely naked and completely hard. His beautiful cock was pointing upwards and pulsing, hitting his rock-hard abs with each throb it gave, a drop of precum shining at the tip like a clear gem adorning the magnificent scepter that was his dick. Jeff finally broke eye contact to look down at his throbbing manhood, then looked back up into my eyes, smiled, and said, "Hopefully this will convince you once and for all that I'm hot for you."

I audibly and lamely gulped. I was shaking and sweating. I had never seen another man naked, well, not in person anyway, and my first time seeing one, he was the most perfect specimen of the human species. I gulped again, took a deep breath, and said: "Ok, I'll take the compliment."

He laughed and said "Good!" Then, he did the last thing I expected him to do -- he grabbed his shorts and put them on again. The look of surprise and disappointment must have been sketched all over my face, because when Jeff looked at me again, he smiled and said "Oh, don't worry, these will go off again, but not just now. I want to get to know you a bit first. At the risk of sounding like a broken record, I really like you, and I'd love it if this could develop into something else, something more than just sex. Are you ok with that?"

My goodness, this day keeps getting better and better, I thought. Out loud, I said "Yeah, sure." Lame, I know. Jeff looked a bit uncertain, so I decided to elaborate, "I'd love to get to know you too, you just took me by surprise."

Jeff looked relieved. He took my hand and led me to the couch, where we both sat, one on each side of it, facing each other. Luckily, the only piece of clothing Jeff had put on again were his running shorts, so I still had a great view of his magnificent body.

"So, tell me about yourself," Jeff said, leaning back, arms spread out.

"What would you like to know?"

"Everything!"

I'd never been good at talking about myself, and I'd had a pretty uneventful life until then, so I just decided to give him the basics. I told Jeff that I was still living with my parents and my older brother -- who was getting married in about a year, and that I was studying to become an English teacher. For those of you reading this, Spanish is the official language in my country, and English is taught in high school, though many kids start getting private lessons at a young age -- I started when I was eight. I explained to Jeff that my mum was a primary school teacher and that I had always known that I wanted to teach too, but soon realized I was not really good around children, so that's why I'd decided to become a high school teacher. Before starting my studies, I had trouble deciding whether I wanted to teach History, Philosophy, Literature, or English, but I figured that I had spent so many years learning the language, I may as well put that to good use.

I found that it was really easy to talk to Jeff, something about him made me feel really at ease and helped me open up. At the same time, it was kind of hard for me to focus and often I lost my thread of thought, as he was constantly either bouncing his meaty pecs, or scratching the back of his neck, which made his bulging biceps and hairy armpits the sole focus of my attention. Yeah, I love armpits almost as much as I love muscles. When I look back, I still find it funny that on the one hand I managed to keep a steady stream of information about myself coming out of my mouth, which I've never been good at, while on the other hand maintaining a raging hard on all the time, with my dick steadily leaking, no, not leaking, spattering precum. Jeff and I still laugh about it. Oops! Spoiler alert! Yeah, we're still together, 26 years later.

Feeling more and more at ease with him, I started to share more personal stuff. I told Jeff about how, although I had always known I was gay, I went through a denial phase in my late teens, until I finally couldn't lie to myself anymore and faced the fact that I liked men when I was 18. I then came out to my family and close friends when I was 19. Everyone took it really well, most already kind of knew or guessed, so I considered myself lucky to have been generally accepted for who I am. Then, not without some shame, I told Jeff I had never been with a man before, that I was a 21-year-old virgin. I explained how I was really shy and suffered from crippling anxiety, which made it really hard for me to flirt with guys. Jeff looked at me very tenderly, realizing I was a bit embarrassed, and said "Hey! There's nothing to be ashamed of! I actually think it's kinda hot that I'll be your first." That really gave me hope! So, something WAS going to happen here!

"Thanks for opening up and sharing, it really means a lot to me," Jeff said. "Can I ask about something, though? It's kinda personal, I hope you don't mind. You don't have to answer if you don't want to."

"Sure, you can ask me anything."

"I'd like to know more about your taste for muscles. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love that you love muscles, that works in my favor. I told you before, I've met many men with a muscle fetish, men who are into muscle worship, but, and correct me if I'm wrong, I think you take adoring muscles to the next level, is that right? I don't think I've ever met someone who had such a strong reaction to feeling my muscles. Do you want to talk about that a little bit? It's ok if you don't."

"No, it's ok. I've never met anyone like me before, I mean, anyone who's as obsessed with muscles as I am, and until you told muscle fetish is a thing, I thought I was just a freak. What I'm saying is I don't have anyone else to compare me with, to know if my lust for muscles really is beyond or not. But if I had to guess, I'd say that yes, I'm a bit extra when it comes to muscles. I mean, even hearing or reading the word muscles turns me on!"

"Wow, really? I mean, I'm not judging you, I think it's hot, actually. Do you know how it started for you?"

"I guess it started some time ago when I caught a bodybuilding competition; it was just by chance. My brother was zapping through channels and stopped there to watch; he has always been into sports and exercising, he actually dabbed into bodybuilding himself at one point, which was kind of a weird time for me, as he loved showing off his progress, and that made me feel all kinds of wrong things."

Jeff laughed at this and quickly apologized. "Sorry, I didn't mean to laugh, but yeah, I can see how that would affect you. Again, no judging here! So, you watched your first bodybuilding show..." Jeff prompted me to go on.

"I was shocked, and I was mesmerized. I didn't know men could have muscles like that, they didn't look human! I remember how funny I felt as I watched these superhumans flex their shiny oiled up bodies, how their muscles felt almost liquid as they shifted from one pose to the next. I remember feeling all tingly inside and sort of flushed. From then on, I've always tried to watch as many bodybuilding shows as I could on TV, and the tingly feeling is always there, I guess even stronger each time. I was and still am obsessed with watching those shiny gods flexing their muscles. I always get really hard watching these muscle men. Bodybuilding is my porn. I jack off to bodybuilding shows on TV. I also have a secret stash of bodybuilding magazines hidden under my mattress, pages all sticky with my cum. I've never watched actual porn, I don't need to, I know what gets me off, and that is anything related to bodybuilding."

"Wow, that's so hot!" said Jeff, and I knew he meant it, as his hard rock dick kept jumping up under his shorts.

"Yeah, I guess it is. Though I kind of feel ashamed too, I mean, whenever anyone talks about bodybuilding or muscles, I get flustered, because again, that's porn to me."

Jeff laughed again and said "God, you're so cute! I love it!"

"Hey! Don't laugh at me! You said you wouldn't judge!" I said, half jokingly, half hurt. I was exposing what to me was my deepest, darkest secret here.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to offend you, and I'm not laughing at you, and I love to hear you talk about this, it's such a turn on! And thank you for sharing with me, I know it's deeply personal to you. I appreciate you!"

"It's ok, sorry I got all defensive, but you're right, this is deeply personal to me, I've never told anyone about it. Remember how I though I was a freak until about an hour ago?"

"Well, you're no freak, but you're freaking adorable!"

I blushed furiously at this. God, this guy was going to be the end of me! "Can I ask you something?" I said.

"Sure, it's only fair! You've shared a lot with me."

"How did you get to look like this?" I said, looking him up and down. I still couldn't believe he was real.

"Oh, right, I understand how you'd like to know. Well, it's quite simple really. I was just a regular kid until I hit puberty. We all go through a grow spurt then, but in my case it was just ridiculous. At 13, I went from 5'3" to 5'11" in about six months. I looked like someone had grabbed me by my feet and head and just pulled until they stretched me out. I've always been into sports, and before shooting up I had just a nice lean body, but now I ended up lanky as hell. I hated looking at myself. So I decided I start training with weights to put some flesh on my bones, and it worked. I guess I was genetically blessed, because I gain muscle rather easily. I soon started noticing the changes in my body, and I guess it sort of became addictive. I kept getting taller in my teen years, but nothing as sudden as that first spurt, and because I kept training hard, my body kept getting more muscular. As I turned 20, I was already 6'3", my current height, and I had a lot of muscle mass. I was very happy when I looked at myself in the mirror, I guess I too like muscles, but I like them on me!" Jeff joked.

"I know it sounds really shallow, but I turned myself on. I would flex my muscles in front of the mirror, caress them, feel how big and hard they were, and that got me really horny. I'd lick my biceps, grope my pecs, feel my abs when jerking off, and that really got me going. I hope you don't think too badly of me; I've never told anyone this, either."

I'd have told Jeff that I didn't think it was a bad thing, quite the opposite, but I was drooling too hard picturing him worshipping his own muscles as he jacked off. I tried to speak, but I only managed to make a gurgling sound.

"I'll take that as an approval of my narcissistic streak" Jeff laughed. "I also liked the attention my muscles got from guys. I mean, they also got me attention from girls, but I was never interested in that. I've always known I'm gay too, and I came out to my family and friends when I was 15. I discovered that there were many guys who would love to feel my muscles, and I was soon introduced into the practice of muscle worship. I have to confess, it really turns me on to have a man worship my muscles, to have him appreciate all the effort I've put over the years to build this body. That's what attracted me to you, the worshipping looks you were giving me with those beautiful green eyes of yours. That, and your cute as fuck face and twink body."

"Can I ask how much you weigh?"

"Sure! As I've said, I'm 6'3" and now I stand at 310 pounds of hard, lean, natural muscle. Sorry, that came out sort of conceited! But yeah, I'm all natural, I don't fuck up with my body."

"Wow! Just wow! I don't think I've ever seen anyone as big as you, not in any bodybuilding show or magazine, you are beyond superhuman! Have you ever competed?"

"Nah! As I said, I have other motivations to look like this, you being the main one at this moment," Jeffed winked at me.

"Oh!" I gulped. "Well, pity, 'cause I'd love to watch you do a posing routine, in posing trunks, all oiled up" I confessed, surprising myself at my cheek.

Jeff looked at me very intently, a wide grin spreading across his face. "The fact that I've never competed in bodybuilding doesn't mean I haven't perfected many posing routines, or that I don't own several posing trunks. We really need to get you familiarized with the world of muscle worshipping!"

"Oh!"

"Shall we start now with your first lesson?" Jeff winked at me.

"Oh, ok, s- sure, I'm d- down" I stammered.

"Ok, wait here, I'll be right back!"

Jeff stood up and disappeared into his bedroom. I could hear the sound of drawers opening and closing, he was clearly looking for something in there. Then, after a couple of minutes of silence, he walked out of the bedroom, a naughty smirk on his face. I had kind of hoped he would show up wearing posing trunks, but he was still in his running shorts. He was holding a big bottle of baby oil, though, so that made me stir in my shorts as I kind of imagined what we would be doing.

Jeff stood right in front of me and held out his hands. I took them and he gently lifted me to my feet. He then lifted the coffee table that was in front of the couch and took it to a corner of the room, clearing up the space. He came back and stood right in front of me, just about five inches separated our bodies, and I could feel the heat radiating from his. We were both rock hard, tenting our shorts, the head of his cock was almost brushing my belly button, mine was almost brushing his balls. He looked down at me, smiled, and said "Ready for your Muscle Worship crash course?".

I just gulped and nodded my head in the affirmative.

Jeff slowly lifted his arms and hit a front double biceps pose that almost knocked me off my feet. I just couldn't believe that I was standing this close to such huge mounds of rock-hard muscle. The peaks on his biceps were insane, I was sure if I sat on them, we would be able to fuck my ass with those babies. Well, maybe we could try that, I thought. As his biceps grew, so did his lats, until he looked like a human Cobra, the width of his back was unbelievable. I was sure if I hugged him, I wouldn't be able to connect my hands around his massive torso, and I have rather long arms!

"Well, don't just stand there, m'boy! Time for you to feel some real muscles! Touch my biceps, Gus, please. I'm dying to feel your hands on my body."

The fact that Jeff was not only about to fulfill my biggest fantasy, but he was also going to enjoy it himself, had me leaking precum like crazy. This was too perfect! I reached up and placed my hands on his bicep peaks and squeezed. It was like trying to squeeze steel, the hard muscle didn't budge at all under the pressure of my fingers. I started caressing them, moving my body closer; Jeff's body was like a magnet pulling me forward. Before I knew it, our crotched, bellies and chests had connected, and we were skin to skin -- when did I lose my t-shirt? I didn't remember taking it off! Maybe Jeff took it off my body? It was all hazy, lost in muscle lust as I was.

"Yeah, that's it! I love to feel your body pressed against mine! Keep touching me, please! I love the feel of your soft hands on my hard muscles!" Jeff said huskily. Wow, he was really into this! I kept feeling his amazing biceps with my hands as I rubbed my body against his.

"I don't think you need lessons after all," Jeff said, "you're a natural, as I expected you to be. But let me just give you some muscle worship tips as we go along. Tip one, you can use more than your hands to feel me up. Use your lips, your tongue, and any part of your body you want to touch my body."

"Oh, right" I put my arm around his waist, pulling him even closer to me, and started kissing and licking his biceps, dedicating equal attention to each of them, until they were all wet and shiny with my saliva. I was moaning like crazy and rubbing my crotch against him, dry humping him as if I were a horny dog, which I guess I was. Jeff closed his eyes, tilted his head back and moaned as well, as I worshipped his arms. He then snapped his eyes open, looked at me in the eyes, gently grabbed the sides of my head with his hands, and leaned in until his lips touched mine. I felt like a bolt of lightning had just traveled through my entire body. I felt the tip of Jeff's tongue gently but firmly part my lips, and I opened up to let him conquer my mouth. He then kissed me passionately, while I grabbed to his massive arms so I didn't fall down, as my legs were giving way under me. After a couple of minutes of passionate kissing, Jeff broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against mine, panting for breath. "Wow! Sorry, I just couldn't resist."

"Wow! That was my first kiss ever, and it felt amazing!"

"Really? Your first kiss? Oh, wow! I guess I'm going to be your first many things, uh? I hope it was as good for you as it was for me."

"It was the single best fucking moment of my life, Jeff!" I said maybe a bit too loudly and excitedly.

Jeff laughed, gave me a quick peck on the lips, and then looked at me with a kind of strange look, very serious like.