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Frank and Kyle Old Friends Part 1
🕑 Added 2018-09-15 13:51:46 +0000 UTCJeremy
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“Dad, I don’t understand why I have to go,” Jeremy whined. “I haven’t seen Kyle for like 10 years. He was always such a dork too. I just don’t get why we’re going over to their trailer.”
Derrick couldn’t really answer. Honestly he hadn’t seen Frank since they moved out of the neighborhood either. Kyle had always been really friendly with his son and then all of a sudden they weren’t hanging out anymore. After the divorce, Kyle and his dad were in a lot of financial trouble so they had to move somewhere far smaller. Frank had asked for a little bit of money but Derrick wasn’t in a spot to be able to give him any. Sure his business was doing fairly well at the time but he didn’t like keeping the funds tight. There wouldn’t be any wasteful spending on his watch.
Regardless of how they felt about Kyle and Frank, both felt compelled to go see their former ‘friends’. The car ride was long and windy. The GPS told them to take the back forest trails but there were fewer and fewer houses in between. Jeremy and Derrick were getting a little bit worried that they’d somehow gone the wrong road. However there wasn’t a turn they could have missed. They stayed on the single path wondering what they were even going to talk about with two guys they hadn’t seen for years.
As the trees started to clear they were able to notice the large mansion before them. Instantly they realized why they’d wanted to see their old ‘friends’. They wanted to see just how well the Hendricks were doing. Derrick had heard that Frank had made some kind of awesome deal and now they were loaded. They didn’t have a care in the world and Derrick knew it would be a perfect time to meet up again.
They slowly approached the door. Derrick turned to his son. “Look you’ve got to be nice. There’s no way I want you to mess this up for us.”
“Listen dad,” he said in a condescending tone, “I’m not going to screw up shit. I know perfectly well that I have to be on my best behavior. I might have picked on Kyle a little bit when we were younger but I’m not about to do anything stupid. All I wanted to do was toughen him up a bit.”
“Yeah that boy was a bit of a pussy,” Derrick snickered. “Just like his old man. Couldn’t even keep his wife in check.” Jeremy tried to hide his laugh but his large body shook with each chuckle. “But we have to remain on our best behavior.” He continued patting his boy on the back.
“Right,” Jeremy smiled.
The two stood in front of the oversized door to the mansion. Jeremy took the initiative and knocked. The loud echo behind the door caused the two men to look at each other. ‘Just how big of a place is this?’ their eyes lit up knowing exactly what the other was thinking.
The front door slowly opened revealing a petite maid. She bowed in front of the two guys. “Right this way,” she smiled showing them into the house.
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Jeremy waited in the lounge. It seemed like Kyle was taking absolutely forever. He had no idea what would be taking him so long. ‘There’s no way this house is that big.’ Plus he was getting frustrated his phone didn’t have reception in the house. Getting bored looking at the screen saver of his girlfriend, he got up and looked at the trophies.
“Didn’t realize they gave these to the water boy,” he smirked at his own joke. There was no way Kyle could have been a football player. He was by far the smallest kid Jeremy had known. Just play wrestling was too much for him. He’d scream and whine that Jeremy was being too rough. But Jeremy wasn’t even trying to be rough. Some of the time.
“Admiring my trophies?” a strong baritone voice behind him asked. The sudden noise sent shivers down Jeremy’s spine. “I always did like football.” Jeremy turned around to see Kyle. Suddenly the idea that he was some small little shrimp completely left his mind. In front of him stood a 6’8” muscle bound giant. Just looking at him anyone would be impressed. His tall thick bulky physique made it nearly impossible for him to use regular doors. Even the larger doors in the mansion almost seemed too small for his wide shoulders.
Jeremy always thought of himself as a pretty big guy. Especially when he started college. People would say he was only that big because of steroids. It was the first time he’d had them but he’d gained an extra 30 pounds of mass that year. He’d get mad and make them take it back. He’d worked hard for that muscle. Even if part of his size was due to the steroids he didn’t like people going around saying it. But looking over Kyle standing in front of him he was almost intimidated. There weren’t many people larger than his 6’6” 270 pound frame. It made him feel invincible. Now that he was standing in front of Kyle he felt so small.
Kyle was at least 2 inches taller than him and had so much more tone. It looked like his entire body was pumped. Without even flexing his massive arms looked round and full. Jeremy finally closed his mouth as he realized that all his memories were wrong. It was always Kyle who was on top of him when they wrestled. And Kyle would be the one laughing when Jeremy would cry that he was being too rough. Kyle always said he wasn’t trying but Jeremy knew he was lying. At least that’s what he told himself.
Laughter erupted from Kyle as he stared at the awestruck Jeremy. “Come on dude,” Kyle slapped the other man on the back, “you can’t stand there with your jaw open all day. Let’s go play some video games. I got a new wrestling game that I wanted to try out.”
“Yeah…” Jeremy’s voice trailed off. He was a bit skeptical of Kyle’s intentions.
“Unless you wanna wrestle for real,” a broader smile crossed Kyle’s face. The devilish grin made Jeremy step back for a second. His ‘friend’ was so much bigger now and it looked like he didn’t stand a chance. “C’mon man. I’m only teasing. I know why you weren’t ever comfortable wrestling with other guys.” Kyle’s thick arm placed itself over Jeremy’s shoulder. “Lighten up big guy.”
It was a forced smile but Jeremy was able to make it. “Let’s just go. I haven’t played a wrestling game since middle school.”
“I know,” Kyle laughed. “I scared you off it. Couldn’t handle being against someone so much bigger and stronger than you. Four inches and I’d say at least a good… Uhh… 35 pounds heavier of pure muscle. Doubt you’d stand as much of a chance as you did back then.”
Jeremy rolled his eyes but straightened up again. “I know. But I’m stronger now. And it’s not because of you.” It was an unnecessary defensive statement. He still felt like he had to say it.
“Right… You sure it wasn’t when you were staring at my shirtless Instagram posts. Or watching me work out. Cause you did it so often I figured I was at least inspiration. If not your entire drive,” Kyle looked down at Jeremy. All Jeremy could do was bite his tongue hating to admit that Kyle was right. He still wasn’t going to say it. Pride in his hard work made him know that he still deserved his size. “Right this way.” Kyle led the way to his bedroom.
He was grinning way more than Jeremy was used to. It made him a bit uncomfortable as he was led to Kyle’s bedroom. The big guy had a big house but Jeremy didn’t expect his room to be this big. The king sized bed barely took up any space at all. Plus there was the TV practically took up the entire wall with nearly every game system ever invented surrounding it. It looked like he owned everything.
Again Jeremy’s mouth dropped. He picked it back up as Kyle tossed him a controller. “Wake up dude.” Kyle taunted. “Don’t just stand there. I’m almost done making my character.” Jeremy looked at the screen. It was a giant muscle bound guy who looked almost exactly like Jeremy. Same height. Same weight. Same broad shoulders. “C’mon big guy make someone.”
“Fine,” Jeremy said. “I’ll just make him just like me. 6’4” packed with 265 pounds of muscle.” He looked over to Kyle to see what he was thinking. There was a little bit of silence between the two.
“Dude, don’t lie. That’s not right at all,” Kyle glared at him. “You might be 6’2 but your nowhere near 265. I’d say 240. Tops.”
Was he really just called out? “No dude I’m 6’4” and 265.” He tried sounding tough but he knew that he was lying. He’d been dreaming of getting there all year. Even the steroids he’d bought weren’t enough. It was so much work and it didn’t seem to be paying off.
“Puh-lease…” Kyle rolled his eyes. “You look closer to 230’s. I was just being nice saying it was closer to 240. No reason to feel intimidated. It’s a safe place,” Kyle’s tone was so condescending. No one ever talked to Jeremy like this. However, no one was a half of foot taller and weighed like 60 pounds more than him either. He gritted his teeth and tried to ignore it.
“Fine. 6’2. 233 pounds.” It was hard for him to admit but there it was. He hated looking so much weaker than someone else.
“That’a boy,” Kyle slapped his back. Jeremy faked a smile for him. He didn’t want to show how angry he was for being called out. Besides if he made Kyle mad it might make things harder for his dad to get the bonus he was looking for. He grit his teeth and started playing.
They played for a while until Kyle leaned back. He was getting bored. “You wanna do something else?”
“Uhh… Sure? What do you want to do?” Jeremy asked. “Do you have a gym?”
Kyle’s eyes lit up at the suggestion. “Yeah man! You wanna work out?”
“Sure,” Jeremy shrugged. “Sounds like it’d be a little fun. Get to show you how much stronger I got since I’ve seen you last. Probably out lift your pussy ass too.”
“Just because I let you make your character bigger than you don’t get the wrong idea. I’m way stronger than you.” Kyle mocked.
“Yeah not that much stronger though. I know my way around a gym. Could probably out lift you too.” Jeremy flexed his 17 inch arm to show off. “Yeah definitely could out lift you.” He’d been working out for a pretty long time and wanted to show off. The problem is he’d forgotten who he was showing off to.
“So you really think that’s big?” Kyle rolled up his sleeve and flexed his arm. “This is big,” his hand rolled around the large mound of flesh and muscle sticking out of his arm. It must have been at least 22 inches round.
It took Jeremy a second but he was able to recompose himself. “Let’s just play the game,” he mumbled.
“Feeling intimidated?”
“No!” Jeremy shouted.
“Good. Then let’s go to the gym. I haven’t had my workout today,” Kyle stood up and walked to his door. “You coming?” He paused for dramatic effect. “You are the one who said you could out lift me. Care to show off?”
Jeremy’s face glowed bright red. ‘Fucking asshole.’ Now it was a challenge. He’d have to show up or shut up. Otherwise he’d look like some kind of faggot like his father. For a second he shook his head unsure why he’d think something like that but ultimately ignored the thought. “Sure. Whatever.”
“Awesome. Right this way.” Kyle started leading again. He took them downstairs and through a few hallways. It was harder for Jeremy to keep up than he remembered. It’s not like Kyle was walking faster but the half of foot in height difference made a huge difference.
Speeding up his walking pace Jeremy caught up to Kyle. “Look I get it. You’re a lot bigger than me. Fine. Whatever. But I’m still plenty big.” Kyle scoffed at Jeremy’s statement. “What? You don’t think I’m big? Fine. What do you consider big?”
“For starters? At least 6 foot,” Kyle laughed.
“I am 6 foot.”
“5’11” is not 6 foot.” Kyle laughed again.
“It’s close enough.”
“Still not 6 foot.” Kyle was adamant about this point.
“Well I’m still pretty muscular.”
“Yeah but you should try being over 200 pounds if you wanna brag about it.”
“I am over 200 pounds!” Jeremy’s voice raised a few pitches. He didn’t mean to say it as loud as he did.
“199 is not over 200,” Kyle laughed again.
Jeremy was so mad that Kyle kept calling on his lies. Most of the guys in the locker room didn’t care whenever he lied about his stats. As long as it seemed close they just shut up and went with it. Now he didn’t know what to say. A part of him still wanted to seem impressive to someone who had so much more size than him. He was just drawing a blank. There was a moment he was standing in the center of a hall realizing how much bigger everything around him was. Even the door frames seemed a little intimidating. He didn’t know why. He was still bigger than a lot of people. Just not the biggest. Worry started to fill his mind but he tried not to let this feeling bother him.
“This is a really big house,” he finally commented.
“Yeah got everything I could ever need. It’s pretty cool to be able to work out in a full gym at home. I can even wear my pj’s if I wanted to.” Kyle paused for a second as he spoke, “Or nothing at all.” Jeremy’s face scrunched at the suggestion. “You’d like it.” Kyle lightly punched him in the arm. “You’d like it a lot.”
A thought of Kyle naked working out flashed through Jeremy’s mind. He could see the sweat glistening off his pecs as it rolled over the mountainous muscle. It’d drip down his solid abs all the way to his… “I would not!” Jeremy said loudly. “I’m not gay damn it!”
Kyle just grinned. Jeremy was growing to hate that grin by the second. He knew exactly what it meant. But he wasn’t going to let Kyle have the satisfaction. He wasn’t going to let Kyle see his boner. “Shit,” Jeremy realized that he had one. He did his best to hide it but wasn’t very successful. In a useless effort he tried flexing his arms to get it to go down. As he did another image of Kyle flexing for him shot through his mind and it ramped up again. “Damn it…” he cursed again. More thoughts of Kyle’s naked body filled his mind. He couldn’t help but think that he had a massive dick as well. Something that would fill him completely.
“You coming,” Kyle stated from the doorway. It sounded like it was supposed to be a question but Jeremy was currently too distracted by his dick. He could feel himself cumming in his shorts and it didn’t seem to let up. His whole body jerked as he thought more and more about Kyle’s massive body. Fear quickly followed his sudden euphoria. He couldn’t help but feel the two emotions swirling inside of him. Right now he was so turned on by Kyle but afraid that he’d see what he’d just done.
“Y-y-yeah!” he stammered. There was no denying the wet spot on the front of his shorts. Even through the dark material it was easy to see. “Just a second,” he said again. But there was nothing in the hallway to distract him. He just hoped that Kyle wouldn’t say anything.
“Alright bud. Figured we’d get your stats and then we can try working out,” Kyle said pointing to a measuring stick on the wall and a scale. He didn’t even seem to notice Jeremy’s shorts. Or at least pretended not to.
“But I told you them!” Jeremy said. The thought of weighing himself right now made him really self-conscience. Weigh ins had always got him excited as he’d be able to count the pounds he’d added but right now he was really worried about it. “I told you. I’m 5’11” and 199 pounds. Okay?”
“Never hurts to check,” Kyle said pushing him closer to the scale. Jeremy stepped on it and the red numbers lit up. ‘199’ they read. “So 179,” Kyle said. “That’s pretty good for someone your height.”
“What?!” Jeremy shouted. “It clearly says 199!”
“Huh? Oh! That’s cause it’s off by like 20 pounds. See that scales broken. It always says you’re about 10% heavier than what you’re supposed to be. See?” Kyle stepped onto the scale and the red numbers lit up. ‘384.’ “Hmmm… That’s not right…”
Jeremy waited with baited breath as Kyle was thinking about something. “What’s not right…?”
“Well the scale that’s not broken upstairs said I was about 320 this morning. So that means that this scale is closer to 20% off…” Kyle looked over at Jeremy. His lithe muscles tightened at what Kyle was implying. “That means your closer to 159… Let’s just get you’re height too.” Jeremy stepped over to the wall with the measuring stick attached to it. If he was 160 and Kyle was 320 that meant that Kyle was twice his weight.
His dick went hard at the thought. ‘Shit. Shit. Shit.’ He thought but he realized that Kyle’s big toned body was right next to his. The giant’s hands clasped against his shoulder and held him tightly in place. He could feel the strength in his body holding him against the wall as he looked at the number. “5’9”” Kyle stated.
“W-whut?” Jeremy turned around to see. He couldn’t believe this. But there was no denying it. He looked up at Kyle and could see the near foot height difference. Even when he’d walked in the difference in height.
“Dude… I just realized you still got your shoes on…”
Jeremy’s eyes glazed over as he realized what he was implying. “So… I’m 5’8”…?” he asked.
“Yeah man, guess so.” Kyle shrugged. “It’s alright man. We’re just gonna workout. And you’re going to show me just how much stronger you are than me.” Kyle joked giving him a few punches to the arm. It felt like that fist could wrap around the largest part of his arm.
It hurt more than Jeremy was willing to admit. He hated playing like that. He was always so much smaller than all the other boys that it made it impossible to keep up. And with someone as large as Kyle it also hurt his pride. His arms felt like noodles while his flat chest felt even worse. When Kyle wasn’t looking he lifted up his shirt and wished there were abs down there. Something to make him stand out. Something that might give Kyle a reason to think he was strong. “Yeah man…”
“Great!” Kyle said excitedly. He walked over to the free weights and pulled one off the shelf. “I think I’ll start off with something a little lighter than usual.” The weights went all the way up to 120 pounds. “Now since I don’t want to lift your body weight. Let’s see…” he viewed all of the weights. “This should do.” Lifting the 80 pound weights off the shelf and started curling them. He did an entire set of eight before relaxing. “So, you still think you can out lift me?” Kyle set the weights onto the floor.
Jeremy’s eyes bugged out as he saw just how easily he’d moved the 80 pound dumbbells. “Y-y-yes,” he bent over and gripped the heavy piece of metal with both hands. “I can do it.” His confidence was shaking. He’d never seen weights this heavy before. Let alone tried to pick them up.
“You sure?” the smirk on Kyle’s face would not go away. He knew that 80 pound weight was not going anywhere.
With a loud grunt Jeremy pulled at the weight with all his might. It wouldn’t budge at all. Jeremy grunted again. The noise echoed in the entire gym. Jeremy wanted to try again but couldn’t. He couldn’t even manage to use any of his strength. He was completely embarrassed.
Tears started rolling down the sides of his face as he took a step back from the weight. “I’m so sorry!” he wailed “I can’t lift anything! I’m just a weakling!” Jeremy turned for the door. All he wanted to do was run out and hide.
“Woah there!” Kyle grabbed the back of his shirt. He’d pulled too hard and ripped it down the back. It caught little Jeremy off guard and he started to fall backwards. Kyle caught him in his other hand. “You think I care that you can’t lift an 80 pound weight?”
Jeremy nodded trying to wipe away the tears from his face. Now his shirt was falling off his shoulders from the huge tear in the back of it. His face kept turning away from Kyle’s.
“Why would I care about that? You’re the one who kept bragging how strong you are to me. I’m not the one who brought it up at all. I could care less about how much you can lift.”
“But you’re so big!”
“So? I couldn’t care less. Just look at you. Do you really think I thought you could lift an 80 pound weight?” Jeremy stood in front of the mirror thinking about the question he’d just been asked. His scrawny body had made it impossible for him to do sports. He hated looking at the skin and bones. The thin arms that dangled next to his completely flat chest and stomach always pissed him off. He wanted to be like Kyle but knew something like that could never happen. His 120 pound frame looked nothing like the colossal man standing behind him.
“No…” his eyes drifted to the floor. “I guess not…”
“Would you at least like to learn how to lift? I know it’s the first time you’ve been in a gym but I wouldn’t mind showing you around.”
“Would you?!?” Jeremy’s eyes lit up as they connected with Kyles’. He was used to looking up to people but Kyle was so much taller than anyone that he knew.
“Yeah. Loved to. Also sorry about your shirt. You can wear mine,” Kyle lifted his shirt over his head and tossed it at Jeremy. “It’s going to be big but it’s better than a ripped shirt.”
Big it was. The triple XL shirt was almost a dress on the much smaller Jeremy. It practically came down to his knees while the neck hole drifted to one of his shoulders. “It’s ok. But why are you doing this? You don’t have to be so nice to me.”
“Maybe it’s because I think you’re cute?” Kyle actually blushed as he raised him arm to rub the back of his neck. It was the first time he’d actually broken their eye contact.
“Maybe I think you’re sexy,” Jeremy said with a bit of flavor. He didn’t know where it came from. It just felt like the right thing to say.
Kyle cocked an eyebrow. “Oh?” he asked. His big body quickly closed the distance between them. His large hand pressed up against his. He easily pushed him down against the bench. Jeremy was a bit shocked at first being man handled so easily but leaned into it. He found his hands rolling over Kyle’s firm lats. He could feel every muscle in his sides. A deep moan escaped his mouth as Kyle held him down.
Jeremy loved feeling the pressure of Kyle’s hand holding him down. Kyle started to grind up against him. He was lost in the moment. Too far gone to acknowledge Kyle goading him further. “You like this. You want this cock inside you so badly. You’re so close to coming. You want to be fucked by me and only me.”
In his haze Jeremy couldn’t focus on anything but Kyle. His dick was harder than it’d ever been for a girl. But that’s how it always was. He always wanted Kyle and now he could be with him. “Oh gawd!” he shouted as his shorts filled with his seed again. The dark spot grew even wider as he came down from his high. Kyle was right on top of him looking him in the eyes. “Sorry…” Jeremy said. “Got a little too excited.”
Kyle put less of his weight down onto Jeremy’s body. “Don’t worry about it bud. I’m sure we’ll have more time to practice.” Jeremy blushed at the idea. “Let’s go get you cleaned up and then get your dad. And maybe we’ll do something in between.” Kyle nodded his head to the side for Jeremy to follow. He entered into a room that looked like it had a shower and Jeremy could already feel his cock getting hard.
