Date: Mon, 17 Aug 2020 13:04:45 -0700
From: sean@seanreidscott.com
Subject: Levi's Muscles - 2

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Levi's Muscles
CHAPTER TWO
by Sean Reid Scott


Of course, I was a complete wreck all day. Even though I was on vacation, I
still wanted to be at least semi-productive, you know? Get some reading
done, cook up some nice stuff. Do some writing.... You know, produce
something of value. As it turned out, the only thing I was capable of
producing that day was semen.

And actually, I was quite productive at that. Every hour on the hour I was
jerking off to the memory of meeting Levi. By mid-afternoon, I decided I
should hold back. His impending visit at 5:30 would obviously give me more
grist for that evening's masturbation sessions, so I didn't want to deplete
my resources. As it turned out, I needn't have worried. Levi supplied me
with so much fodder for future jerk-off sessions that I'd never have to
wonder whom to jerk off to again.

I pondered Levi all day--and our scheduled meeting. Was he really coming
just to check on plumbing repairs? My parents hadn't mentioned anything
about a problem; they usually gave me an update on things like that before
I visited. What would he be wearing? Would he change before he came over?

Of course my thoughts went to dinner. It'd be royally stupid to make dinner
for two--wouldn't it? He was coming over to do a job; this wasn't a social
occasion. Of course, my hope was that the shower thing was merely a ruse,
and that he was just making an excuse to see me again. Yeah, right. Maybe,
as part of his "inspection," he'd want to turn on the water to make sure
everything is copacetic. And of course a thorough inspection of the shower
would require that he take one.

That thought sent me back upstairs in a masturbatory tizzy, spraying the
bathroom with my seed once again. As I was cleaning it up, the thought
occurred: Maybe I should leave a not-so-subtle glob of it someplace, so he
might see it. I could be discreet, while being somewhat obvious, couldn't
I? If he thought it distasteful (pun intended), he'd just ignore it, right?
If he was encouraged by it, he might, you know, take that as a positive
sign, no?

I was going nuts.

Thinking of the many scenarios that might take place was exhausting (not to
mention the strenuous masturbation I'd been doing all day).

I decided on not making anything to eat. I'd plan on going out to catch
something to eat later. (If he ended up going with me, well then all the
better, right?)

I was able to plop my body by the common pool for a few hours. I'm a
runner, not a bodybuilder, but I do lift weights to maintain some
muscle. And I have nice abs, if I do say so myself. I guess you could say I
get my fair share of glances when I'm at poolside. But of course today, all
I could think about was how Levi would cause a riot if he were there. It
was at the same time intriguing, and depressing. The guy had it all, I tell
you.

After I came in from the pool--around 4:30--I came in and showered. (The
shower did seem to be working fine; it was at that point I actually
considered sabotaging the plumbing to make him stay longer, or even return
at a later time. Snapping off the shower head entirely would probably be
too obvious....)

I had about 50 minutes then, to decide what to wear. What. To. Wear. My
"cabin" wardrobe was limited, although I did bring a few "nice" outfits for
if I wanted to go into Bend and hit the bars. Whatever. But it took me
almost the whole 50 minutes to decide. I didn't want to look like I was
going on a date, but I definitely didn't want to look shabby and too
casual. I made my decision with only minutes to spare: Lavender polo shirt
(I absolutely love lavender. It's like an aphrodisiac to me. It is. And
maybe Levi would have the same reaction to it. Hope. Hope.); khaki cargo
shorts; flip-flops. Nice, but not too nice.

A knock on the door brought me down the stairs way too fast. Nearly rolled
down. I considered sliding down the bannister like a girl greeting her prom
date, but even though Levi was still outside, I figured that'd be over the
top.

When I opened the door, Levi was looking to the side, apparently evaluating
his landscaping job or whatever. The combination of his side-face view, and
his full-on, forward, lats-out-to-here torso view made me gasp. Out loud.

He turned his face to me quickly, surprised at my outburst. His eyes darted
in question: "Is this the right time? Did I make a mistake?" he asked.

My jaw was wagging. The man... all day long I'd been imagining him in my
mind, jerking off to... this... yet this was nothing like I'd
remembered. How could my memory have been so... inadequate? So anemic? The
man was muscle perfection. Exquisitely developed muscles all over the
place. And lean? I swear this god had zero percent body fat. His pecs
protruded toward my face (they were at about eye-level for me, and I'm a
healthy six-feet). His shoulders: dayum. The traps on both sides of his
bull neck were stupendous mounds. And his deltoids were big, round and
stunningly defined and separate from his arms. And those arms: they were
bigger than this morning, I swear it. Fucky, fucky fuck. His manta-ray lats
(I know that comparison is cliché, but my brain was quite taxed at
the moment) were staggering in how they stuck out, yet tapered to his
waist.

He hadn't changed his shirt, and I swear I could see all eight of his
abdominal muscles through the shrink-wrapped fabric.

His legs were devastating. I think I might have had to blink, just to try
to take the sight in.

"...hope I didn't come at the wrong time," he apologized.

I was in the habit of not hearing what he was saying. I needed to work on
that. Concentrate, Callum, concentrate. "Oh, I'm sorry, no," I
gushed. "This is the right time. I'm sorry, I was just... I don't know... a
bit startled I guess. Please, come in." I stepped back and motioned him in.

He did that thing where he tried to suppress a smile, ducked his head,
turned his shoulders slightly sideways, and entered. Apparently he was used
to maneuvering tight spaces. To him, probably everything was tight. Damn,
that thought had me purring inside.

At my direction, he walked into the great room of the cabin; I
followed. Damn, that ass was as taut, high and hard as you could
imagine. Propelled by those thrilling legs, he gracefully moved into the
room.

"You all have this place looking really nice," he said, gazing up at the
two-story living area, and the loft-bedroom above.

"Thanks. It's my mom's doing, actually." I didn't want to mention that I
had a major part in the decor as well.

He turned around to face me, and once again the view of his pectoral
muscles jutting out over his abdominals was breathtaking. I know I was just
staring at them, and his arms... It was embarrassing how little
self-control I had.

He took it in stride. I mean, he was used to being ogled, of course. How
could he not? And not only did he seem okay with my lusting worship of his
muscles, he actually seemed to pause a moment so my brain could catch up
with my penis. Yes, my penis had totally registered what I was seeing, and
it was like a pipe in my cargo shorts. My brain, however, needed a few lag
seconds to process. Even then, I couldn't really process. Levi looked
around the room, admiring everything--or at least pretending to
admire--while I... uh... admired his muscles. Just staggering.

After he smiled at me for a moment (he had to know what he was doing to me,
didn't he?), he said, "How long are you here for?"

"Oh, me? Well, I'm here for all of August. So yeah, just starting my
vacation. Will be here all month. It's my parent's place. They let me stay
here all month. By myself. So it's nice and private. I mean... not that I
need a lot of privacy... it's just that, I get to stay here alone. It's not
a big thing to be here alone... once you get used to it. Of course it's
always great to have visitors. I don't get to have guys... people... I
mean, guests over that often. I actually don't know anyone from around here
so... having you here... I mean, I realize you're just here to inspect my
plumbing... I mean, the cabin's plumbing... and well, that's okay. I don't
have a problem with that... that you're here on business... of course it's
not a social occasion. Not in any way... I just am glad... holy fuck you
have more muscles than I've ever seen!"


Well, that little monologue did not end well. The whole diatribe,
actually... I'd been gushing all over the room like a little schoolgirl!
Fucky, fucky fuck. What had I done?!

The corners of his mouth turned up. "Well, thank you," he said.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I just... I guess I'm a little nervous. I don't
know. I should probably just shut up. It's embarrassing, I know."

Now his smile grew. "Don't worry about it, Callum. Seriously. I'm sorry. I
really don't want to intimidate you. I get that a lot, though." His smiled
grew. "I'm harmless, really. Can I take a look at your shower now?"

"Oh, yes. Of course. It's upstairs. Here, I'll show you." Obviously he knew
where it was.

This time, I led. Which was a good thing. I don't think I could have
handled following that ass and those legs again. "I suppose big guys like
you do get people a little spooked sometimes. I'm sorry. I don't mean to
make you uncomfortable."

"Not a problem at all," he said as he followed me up the stairs. "Like I
said, I'm used to it. Doesn't bother me at all. If it did, I'd stop working
out, you know?"

We got to the top of the stairs and I turned to him; we looked down from
the balcony to the great room. "Oh, yeah, I suppose that's right. I mean,
you obviously look so powerful and... just fucking amazing... because, on
purpose... I mean, because you work hard at that." I stared at his upper
body.

"Well, yeah," he said. "I enjoy working out."

"Well that's good, because apparently you're pretty good at it."

He laughed. His Adam's apple bobbed and his neck got thicker.

I thought I was going to wet myself.

"Shower?" he asked.

"Oh, no thanks. I just took one, but do you need...?" I slapped my hand
over my mouth. "Fuck," I said behind my palm.

Now his laugh was full-body. Damn, his teeth and dimples.

"I mean, yeah. You're here to examine the shower. Fuck."

"Yeah," he settled, "I think for now, I'll just take a look at it, if
that's okay."

"Yes. Yeah. It's in the bathroom."

Now, he led.

The shower was a bit oversized, certainly not as small as an older standard
shower that's for sure. When we got to the bathroom, he opened the glass
door on the shower and stepped inside.

"Shit, you barely fit!" I blurted.

He studied the shower head. "True that," he said while he looked at it. "I
have to have a bigger one at my place."

"I bet."

He looked down at the drain. There was no way in hell he could crouch down
to take a closer look. He looked up at me and said, "Excuse me," kind of
motioning for me to step back.

"Oh, of course," I said, obliging.

With his knees outside the shower, he crouched down and took a look at the
drain. His ass and back side were staring up at me. I'd never seen such
wide lats; and they formed an insane "V" that was thick and broad at the
top of his back, decreasing in breadth until his back poured into his
mini-waist. It literally took my breath away.

"Well," he said, still bent over, "I think it all checks out." He slowly
stood up and turned to face me, stepping out of the shower entirely. "But
of course, the proof is in the pudding. You said you showered just awhile
ago?"

"Yes," I swallowed. He was standing so close now. His chest threatened to
smother my face. Fuck, what a way to go. To be swallowed in that valley. To
lose my life while being snuffed out by... that.

"Any leaks?"

"I... pardon?"

"Did you have any leaks? While you showered?"

"Leaks? What kind of leaks?"

"Well, mostly water leaks, I guess," he smiled. "I suppose there are other
kinds, but yeah, I was specifically wondering if the shower showed any
signs of leaking."

"Oh." I was transfixed on his chest. "Yeah."

"You did? There were some leaks?"

"Oh, I don't think so." Fuck, those pecs were so hot. And enormous. And
even under the shirt, you could see the deep cleavage between them. And the
shirt dove under the projecting chest shelf, hugging it as it transitioned
from vertical to horizontal, to vertical again at the abdominals.

He chuckled, and I was brought out of my trance. "So, no leaks. Of water
anyway... right?"

"Right," I said trying to hide me blushing. Obviously without success.

"It's okay, Callum," he said.

"P--Pardon?"

"It's perfectly okay for you to like looking. Like I said before, I get
that a lot. It's not a problem."

"It's not?"

"Nope."

"Oh. Okay."

"So, we have the shower situation under control then, right?" he asked,
indicating that maybe we should step out of the bathroom.

"Right." I stepped out and he followed.

"Great. I'm glad everything's in order then."

"Right."

He turned to face me and said, "Can I ask you a question?"

I always want to answer that with a snide, "You just did," but I didn't
want to be a smart ass. "Shoot."

"Would you want to grab something to eat? Have you had dinner yet?"

What? Oh, fucky, fucky, fuck! He wants to spend more time with me?

"Oh, I'm sorry. I haven't eaten yet."

"Yeah, that's good then, right? Do you want to catch something together?
There's a really good hamburger place at the resort mall--if you're
interested."

"Well, I was just going to grab a hamburger or something, actually. So..."
my brain was fried. I have no idea what I was thinking, or saying.

"Well it's settled then," he smiled. "I can drive."

The guy should have been hesitating, by me weird words, but instead he was
the picture of Alpha confidence. His conclusion was almost an order rather
than an invitation.

We were going to get dinner together.

When we got down to the main floor again, I grabbed my phone; I looked up
at him; he was gazing at me with a peaceful, almost appreciative expression
on his face. He was... pleased.

I stopped and just stared at him. Abject lust filled me. This big, tall,
muscle man was phenomenal. And I'd get to spend the next hour or so talking
to him, and looking at him.

My heart was in my throat. My cock was almost out of my pants. Damn, it
hurt it was so hard. And I think he looked at my crotch for a second.

Fucky, fucky, fuck.

We were riding in his rig. He turned to me and asked, "You mind if we stop
at my place first? I'd kinda like to change out of my employee
shirt. People tend to stare at me when they realize I work here."

Yeah, right. The man is totally playing with me. Don't be all coy and
humble with me, mister. We both know that people stare at you all the time,
and it definitely does not have anything to do with the uniform--other than
how it fits. And yet, it was his playful ignorance (feigned as it obviously
was) that made me want to attack him.

"Oh, no problem," I said. "Yeah, I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable,
having people look at you all evening." Damn, I was finding some humor!

He chuckled. "Thanks, man. I appreciate it."

His place wasn't huge, but it was beautiful. I love the "craftsman" look,
and his house was exactly that. Complete with river rock foundations to the
porch posts. And since he was a grounds-keeper kind of guy, the area
surrounding his place was immaculate. Just the right mix of landscape and
natural flora.

"I'll only be a minute," he said. "But you're welcome to come inside if you
want."

Ya think? "Oh, that'd be cool. Sure."

We both got out and he led me inside. As I paused in his entry, he said,
"I'll just be a sec." He took off toward what was obviously his bedroom
somewhere in the house.

You sure you don't need me to help? Damn, the man knew exactly what I
wanted: To see him shirtless. But he wasn't going to give it up. The
fucker. He was teasing me--taunting me with this invitation to come inside
while he changed.

I took the opportunity to adjust myself. I hadn't really been out of his
presence since he'd arrived on my porch. And in his rig it was definitely
not possible for me to reposition my aching cock. So I did so now. Not that
it helped.

"Okay, all ready," he said as he came back.

Oh. My. Fucking God.

He'd put on... and I am not shitting you here... he'd put on a mesh
tank-top. And the mesh was so fine and delicate that it was easy to see
right through it! The mesh was white, and the low neck and big sleeves were
treated with white piping. It was mind-boggling. Now, his entire arms and
his boulder-like shoulders were totally exposed. And if that weren't
enough, the see-through fabric totally let you see his massive, hairy pecs,
and even his nipples! OhMyFuckingGod. I was dumbfounded. I couldn't speak.

The openings for his arms were huge; the bottom of the arm-openings came
down to the middle section of his lats. And the whole skimpy tank left
pretty-much nothing to the imagination. I mean, you could literally see
everything through the silky fabric. His chest was so hot! Thick mattes of
hair covered the pectoral globes, and... well, I was beside myself. He'd
changed into cutoff jeans with raggedy hems at his immense upper legs, and
the veiny masses of quadriceps were astounding. I stared at his giant,
tight, rippling, veiny legs for a second and found myself almost audibly
wishing I was denim--tattered, unravelling denim.

I'm sure my mouth was open. I looked back up at his obscenely and
deliciously exposed upper body. I finally found the words: "Will they let
you in? Like that? I mean, wearing that?"

He chuckled. "Yeah, they do all the time."

His freakin' arms hung relaxed at his sides. Those things had to be at
least... I have no idea how big, but trust me, they were huge. How the hell
was I going to actually eat anything tonight? His rippling chest and
massive shoulders were mind-blowing. He'd tucked the shirt into the jeans
shorts he'd donned. Fucking magnificent.

The guy was so damn big and tall--and so fucking good-looking that I wanted
to cry.

"So," he smiled, "ready to go?"

"Oh, yeah... sure. And you really look amaz... I mean... your place looks
amazing. Really nice." That chest hair. On those planet-sized pecs. I was
going to absolutely lose it. I know he realized how transfixed I was with
his muscles. But I simply could. not. help. it.

"Thanks," he said, ignoring my fawning over his stupendous physique. "Well,
I don't know about you, but I'm starving." He moved toward me, indicating
we should go through the door behind me.

As we rode in his rig to the restaurant, he said, "This place has the best
burgers in Central Oregon. You're gonna love it. Killer fries, too."

I was definitely going to love it. I don't care who you are.

Then, as he drove, he took his right hand and placed it on my knee. He
patted my leg. "It's funny," he said, "Just last week I was having Chinese
food with a friend and you wanna know what my fortune cookie said?" Without
waiting for an answer he said, "It said, `Soon you will meet a new friend
who will bring new joy to you.' Honest-to-god." He suddenly jerked his head
and said, "Hey, open my glove box. I'm pretty sure I saved it."

I obeyed. Sure enough, right on top of his stuff there, there was a small
strip of paper from a fortune cookie. He was right. I turned my face to him
with a surprised smile. "Wow. That's really weird."

"I know, right?" he grinned. "Maybe you're the new friend."

I fought back a frown. "Really? Well... you never know...." The thought
immediately occurred that he might have gotten that fortune a long time ago
and just kept it for whenever he wanted to use it on someone. I didn't
press the issue. Besides, more important than when he found it in a cookie,
was the fact that he was trying to tie it to me--and us--right
then. Regardless of the veracity of his claim, it was dizzying to think
that Levi thought... something, anything... about me.

He pulled his four-wheel-drive rig into the restaurant's lot and parked. It
was packed. Friday night full.

"Do they need reservations?" I asked.

"Normally," he said as he opened his door. "But I know the manager."

I bet you do. I bet you just smile and roll those pecs and you get whatever
you want. From anybody. And I realized that I would have to include myself
in that lot.

Inside, the waiting area was packed. And loud.

Well, it was loud until Levi walked in. Then it got a lot quieter. He
obviously had a way of hushing a crowd. Just by... being.

I followed him as he parted the sea of packed people; and yeah, no one who
looked at him did anything less than a double-take.

When we arrived at the hostess' desk a petite lady smiled up at him. "Hi
Levi," she practically batted her eyes at him. "You're favorite table is
ready for you."

"Thanks, Cherry," he said.

She grabbed two menus and Levi followed her; I followed him. The reaction
of the patrons at the tables was not dissimilar from those in the
lobby. People stopped mid-bite and gawked. Some pointed. This was a family
restaurant, so there were a bunch of vacationing families there tonight; I
saw one boy nudge his brother: "Jason, look at that guy!" he said loud
enough for most of the now-silent patrons to hear.

Levi actually lifted his hand and made a gun shooting motion with his
finger and said to the boy, "how you doing' bud?"

The kid smiled broadly and elbowed his brother: "Jason, he's huge!"

I couldn't keep my smile down. No worries though. Absolutely no one was
looking at me. That was for sure.

Cherry brought us to our table at the far end of the place; we sat. The
restaurant was nice--kind of a mix between a hamburger joint and some kind
of Texas steak house. Dark timbers, nice lighting, honky-tonk music that
wasn't too loud.... But I knew that that was about all I was going to
accomplish regarding assessing the decor. I simply could not take my eyes
off the man who sat across from me. That body. His face. Those blue
eyes. Deep, yet at the same time bright, blue eyes....

"Their one-pound burger is my favorite," Levi smiled. "Comes with endless
fries too."

I nodded. I truly didn't want to pull my eyes off him and have to look at a
mere piece of paper--the menu. "Um... do they have a half-pound version?" I
asked.

"Yeah. I don't think many people order the one-pounder," he smiled. "They
wanted to name it after me, actually: The Levi Burger. `More meat than most
people can handle.'" He full-on grinned now. "But I declined. Sounded a bit
over the top." He chuckled.

"You're shitting me, right?" I asked.

"Not at all. Hand to god," he said, raising one hand making an oath. "Ask
our server when he comes."

"Okay... I will," I said with mocking suspicion in my voice.

He grinned back at me.

Are you purposely trying to kill me? With that gorgeous smile...on top of
that body? You're actually wanting to murder me, aren't you. And by the
way, why are we actually here? Why am I sitting in the presence of a
man-god? A man that I could not have possibly, ever, have dreamed up?

"...is good too. Have whatever you want, man. It's on me Callum. They give
me a discount."

Again with my mind drifting off into the ionosphere.

"Here's some waters, gents," a guy placed glasses on the table. "Name's
Jerry. I'll be serving you tonight." He said it to me, because it was
immediately obvious he already knew Levi. "How you doing Levi?"

"Great, Jerr. You?"

"Fantastic. What do you guys want for starters?"

Levi looked right at me, and I could see by his expression he wanted me to
ask the question he'd assigned me.

"Well, before we get to that," I said, "can you tell me anything about the
`Levi Burger'?"

Jerry laughed loudly, glancing at Levi. "Well, it's not anything that's
actually on the menu, but the basic idea is that it's `more meat than most
people can handle.'" He chuckled and added, "Levi asked us not to use the
name, or the motto. I guess he was right. The tag line could be construed
to have a meaning that isn't exactly family-friendly."

I almost choked on my water. Of course I'd thought that when I'd first
heard it, but I'd chalked it up to my... you know... particular
proclivities.

Levi laughed at my loss of control. "You okay Callum?"

I nodded and grabbed my napkin.

While I tried to regain my composure, Levi ordered some starters for us,
and Jerry left.

Now, in case I haven't made the situation clear, let's recap: Sitting
across the table from me was a six-and-a-half-foot man who clearly weight
the high side of 300 pounds, who had, like, single-digit body fat,
huge--scratch that--monumental muscles, and was jaw-dropping gorgeous, not
to mention cute, nice, and all that. What I'm trying to say is this: Levi
was not some fucker who had a bodybuilder's body, who lived in the gym, who
knew that he was all that, and who was like so many other bodybuilders in
the world. He didn't have some bodybuilder's body. He had a body that set
him apart from every other bodybuilder you have ever known of. Okay? He was
vast. Cosmic in not only his proportions and definition, but in his
friendly, not-stuck-on-himself personality too. Okay? Just so you don't
confuse this muscle story with anything else you've ever read, okay? Levi
was his own category, okay?

Okay.

Let's continue.

"...because, well, I was just wondering."

Fucky, fucky, fuck. I'd done it again. My brain had gone off half-cocked
(think what you will) on some other-worldly vacation while mild-mannered,
polite and sincere Levi himself was trying to make polite conversation. And
I'd heard only the last part of what he'd said. And it was obviously
something that was said because I was being stupidly silent.

"I'm sorry... I kinda spaced out there. I'm sorry. What were you saying?" I
fumbled.

He smiled slightly. "Oh, no problem. I was just wondering if you're in
school? Or in business? Just, you know, wanted to know what you do...."

"Oh, yeah. Of course. Yes."

He chuckled and took a drink of water. "Yes."

I rolled my eyes at myself. Fuck. "I mean, yes, what I do." I cleared my
throat, not knowing why in the world we would talk about me.... "I'm in
medical school. Harvard. Second year."

"Nice," he smiled. "Any specialty?"

I wanted to tell him I was studying sports medicine, but that would have
been a lie. Damn, now I wish I had looked into that specialty. Would that I
could use Levi as an object--or whatever they call them--to examine and
such. You know. Study. His anatomy. But I told the truth: "Well, I'm
actually interested in oncology."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I know, it sounds morbid I suppose...."

"No, not at all," he insisted, looking genuinely interested. "Wow, I have
to admire that."

"Well, it's not as depressing as it sounds. There are great strides being
made in cancer. I just want to be a part of that."

"So, you want to be a researcher?"

"At least partially. I've got this philosophy that research shouldn't be
that separate from actual medical practice. I think there's a lot of
benefit to be had in trying to combine the two more."

"That's awesome," he actually looked impressed. "I really respect that."

"Thanks," I said, my face warming. Receiving a compliment--any kind of
compliment, for anything, from this god... well, it was intoxicating.

And speaking of intoxicating, at that point Jerry arrived with our first
drinks. I didn't remember ordering anything, but it was a White Russian,
which is what I always order, so I must have actually told him that. Right?
Levi had a Scotch, neat.

And as soon as I took my first sip, my mind went into some kind of
loop... how was it that I was actually sitting here, with the muscle hunk
to end all muscle hunks--friendly and gorgeous as all hell--being friendly
and let's-get-to-know-each-other and such. As if somehow I deserved to be
here with him? I needed to take another sip. A big sip.

"So, how about you?" I asked as I sat my drink down, nearly losing myself
in lust over him as I spoke. Shivers. Literal shivers moved over my skin as
the warmth of the alcohol overtook me and the warmth of his being
overwhelmed me (once again).

"Well, I'm originally from Spokane; moved to Troutdale when I was in sixth
grade; graduated from Reynolds in '17, like I mentioned, took a year of
general studies at MHCC, and moved to Bend after that. I wanted to study
horticulture here at Central Oregon CC, but when I got the grounds job here
a few years ago, I decided to pause that and save up some money."

"Oh? Well, if you don't mind my mentioning, your place looked pretty
nice. The rent must be kinda high..." Oh fudge. I didn't mean to come
across as nosy.

He smiled. "Actually, it's my uncle's place; he rents it out to me on the
cheap."

"Really? That's cool... and generous of him."

"I know, right? He's a really awesome guy."

The thought struck me as I gazed at this stud... What would it be like to
have a nephew like Levi? Can you imagine? I mean, my nephews were just
kids, but... Was Levi's uncle some dirty old man who couldn't keep from
fantasizing about--and being overly-friendly with--his muscle-hunk nephew,
Levi? Was there some kind of agreement between the two of them? Nah. Of
course not. Levi didn't seem like the kind of guy who would... quid pro
quo? You pose for me, and I'll give you reduced rent? No. My mind was
racing.

I came back... "He must be... really awesome..."

Levi nodded. And I think I saw something subversive in the way his eye
twinkled. But... naw.

"So anyway," he continued, "my goal is to go back to college next year and
start back on the horticulture stuff."

I nodded. "You like plants. Yet, you are obviously not a vegetarian,
right?"

He laughed. "Never been accused of that, that's for sure."

His chest hair. That dark brown, thick, wavy carpet of masculinity that was
clearly visible at the low neck of his mesh tank-top. Not to mention nearly
as clearly visible beneath that thin coating of see-through nylon
mesh. Fuck. My eyes glued to it. My hands had never ached so much to touch
something. My cock had never ached so much to be enveloped in something. I
mean, damn true! I wanted bury my shaft in the canyon between those
mountain-pecs more than I had ever wanted to bury it up some wannabe's
ass. Every other man was Levi's wannabe.

"...have a lot of protein, you know? It's part of the regimen."

Not again. Regimen? There's a regimen? Of course there's a regimen. You
don't think the dude just wakes up in the morning looking like THAT, do
you? I coughed, bringing myself back into the present. "Of course," I
smiled what I knew was a very faint and pained smile. "I mean, you don't
just wake up in the morning looking like that..." I acknowledged his
bulging muscles, "...without some kind of regimen."

He smiled and took a drink.

And what the fuck was with how his biceps bulged when he did that!! (again
with the redundant exclamation point. Don't hate me for violating the
rules. The man sitting across the table from me was violating every rule of
muscle-decency that had ever been legislated. Yes, I have no idea what I'm
saying. I cannot be held accountable for my thought processes while in
Levi's presence.) Regardless (I almost said the non-word, irregardless, but
I refuse to stoop to that level of ignorance, even if I'm drunk in lust),
his upper arm seemed to grow into a Jupiter-sized planet, bulging into two
distinct muscle heads, with that cephalic vein lying on top of the rippling
muscle, taunting me in a way I'd never been taunted before.

Jerry brought our apps, and later, our meals. And more drinks. And a few
more. I could feel myself getting a buzz on--it almost matched the level of
hard-on I had, but not quite. Levi, however, seemed totally unaffected by
the alcohol. Obviously, he had a very extensive bloodstream. Extensive. I
wondered what else he had that was extensive. Muscles? Check. More meat
than most people could handle? Well, we might just have to do some research
there.

As if.

As if I'd ever be able to see it. See that. Right. The way he flirted with
Cherry while she led us to his "favorite table..." yeah, the dude was
obviously as straight as the current state of my shaft. And why not? He was
the consummate man.

No, I'm not dissing on myself. I'm just as much of a man as the next
guy. And the next straight guy. It's just that I've had a few drinks right
nowYaKnow... Nor, by the way... am I dissing on gay guys in general. We're
all men. Or however we identify. That's not the point.

What was the point?

What is the point of going on if I can't touch that chest? If I can't
worship? If I can't sit on the edge of a bed and watch Levi flex?

I dunno....

"...to go?"

This was getting embarrassing. "I'm sorry?"

"You ready to go? I took care of the check," he said, nodding at the piece
of paper on the leather folio between us.

Holy fuck. Had I passed out or something? Where did my dinner go? I was so
full I was going to burst, so I know I must have eaten. Did I order the
Levi Burger? Or had I had, instead, the Levi Bratwurst? Oh, if the muscle
gods of heaven could be so generous....

Levi was looking at me like nothing was amiss, so I must not have passed
out. Undoubtedly it was just my zoning out over his presence... as was the
obvious pattern I had established.

"Sure," I said. "And thank you. It was a great dinner." Actually, I didn't
feel that drunk anymore. I truly think I just zoned out over looking at
Levi's muscles for such an extended period of time. What mere mortal could
be expected to maintain any kind of normal train of thought?

We were in the parking lot, heading to his rig. I was pretty sober,
actually. I checked the area for muscle worshippers, and found a few. Most
everyone was transformed into a lurking, lusting muscle voyeur when in
Levi's presence. When we buckled in, before he started the engine, Levi
turned his face to me. "Before I take you home, do you want to come over to
my place? Maybe take a dip in my hot-tub?"

I... I... I... "Oh, well, I don't want to impose..." I mean,
hot-tub. Swimming trunks. Exposed muscles all over hell. Levi. Nearly
naked...

"If it were an imposition, I wouldn't be asking you," he smiled, sincerely.

"Oh, well... yeah. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude... I just..." I
searched his eyes. The god actually seemed to want me to stop over. "Well,
sure. That'd be nice."

"Sweet." He started up his Jeep.

"Oh, but I don't have any trunks with me," I said.

He glanced at me. "Won't need `em."

What? Well, that was intriguing. Won't need `em because we both probably
have the same waist size and so I could easily wear one of your spares?
...or won't need `em because...

Oh Lordy.