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At the Bar Part 01
🕑 Added 2020-08-13 03:09:23 +0000 UTCTravis never wanted to go back to his hometown. The moment he got his football scholarship was the moment he thought he’d seen the last of that crummy place. It was supposed to have been just a distant memory. But a bunch of the guys he hung out with all got in a group messenger together and someone suggested that they meet up. Just for old times sake.
Though, after entering into the smoky bar, he was starting to wonder who thought it’d be such a good idea. The old west aesthetic with the wooden booths and paneling along the walls only reminded him more why he wanted to get away from the country. There was nothing here for him anymore and the city offered him so many more opportunities. And then there was the money. So much more than he’d ever make in a podunk town like this.
“What can I get chya?” the bartender walked over as Travis took his seat. The stool creaked under his weight. He wasn’t entirely fat, but the amount of weight he’d gained since college football had really been noticeable. And any time he could properly get in the gym was limited.
“Just whatever you’ve got on tap is fine,” Travis said.
The bartender nodded and headed to get a cup and started to fill it up. Travis watched absentmindedly. That is, until two large burly arms wrapped around his body. A thick pelt of hair ran from his hands up to his biceps. “There you are big guy. Wasn’t sure you were gonna make it.” His deep husky voice almost felt calming as he said it so confidently.
However, that didn’t stop Travis’ body from seizing up. He wasn’t a man who did hugs. Especially from behind. And then the thought of another guy feeling so confident and comfortable back there, made him all the less. However, there was also the strength in the other man’s arms. Despite Travis not losing too much of his own, feeling those arms squeeze his body did give him a hint of reserve. He kept his anger to himself, clearing his throat. “Eh-hm. But I think you have the wrong guy.”
“Don’t think I do,” the guy smirked. He’d let go of Travis, but hadn’t left.
Travis took his chance to look him over. For a second, he was able to appreciate that he hadn’t started off swinging. Even if this guy was a bit smaller than him, he clearly wasn’t a push over. However for someone to be bigger than Travis’ 6’4” body was pretty impressive in of itself. Not to mention just how much meaty and muscular weight he’d had packed on over the years.
But this guy? This guy was different. He had hard muscles of a working man. A bit of dirt and grime seemed to be coated on his skin, almost working its way into his pores. Thick rough skin from being out in the sun all day seemed to give him a permanent tan. However, it seemed to be all over, not lightening up around where his dirty white wife beater was covering.
“Pretty sure you do,” Travis confirmed. He spun back around on the stool and saw the beer in front of him.
“Really?” the guy took a seat next to him. “You don’t recognize me? Maybe it’s just because I’ve changed so much.” he nudged Travis like they were old friends. That there was something between them, but Travis couldn’t quite place it. He hadn’t been back to his hometown in almost a decade. Leaving felt too good. “Two more,” the guy held up his fingers to the bartender.
“That’s not--”
“C’mon,” the guy nudged him again. “We haven’t seen each other for years! Why not catch up a little. Maybe you’ll remember who I am...”
Travis nursed his beer, trying his best to stall. Even if they were from a relatively small town, that didn’t mean most guys walked around with a cowboy hat or boots on. And the number of people who did that, was still in the single digits. Though there was one person-- He cut the thought out of his head. There was no way that little loser could ever look like this guy. This was a ‘man’s man.’ Confident, strong and powerful looking. All the things that loser wanted but could never have.
“Why don’t you tell me a bit about yourself while you try to think about it,” the guy said. Travis could hear the taunting in his voice. There was a clear attack while pretending like it was just a joke.
He tried to play off being called out. Pretending that he didn’t hear it. “Well, I went to college. Graduated with my degree and then started working.”
“No wife. No kids,” the guy said.
It should have been a question but Travis didn’t notice. “Nope. Must be pretty obvious. I'm too much of a playboy,” he bragged.
“No ring,” the guy mocked. “And if I remember right, you were so small that it was hard for women to even find the thing, let alone satisfy themselves with it.”
“HEY!” Travis shouted. He gripped his beer as he tried to ball it into a fist. There was no reason to call him out for that. Though, he couldn’t help but shift his weight back and forth a bit. Suddenly the absence between his legs was now more conscious as he tried not to focus too much on it.
“Oh c’mon bud. Don’t get so offended. You used to always love it when I’d tell you how cute it was back in high school,” the guy continued. “But I guess you still don’t remember me… So that must be why you’re so upset. But you used to get so hard in the shower whenever I’d point it out. Probably still do…”
“N-uh-o,” Travis’ voice cracked at the lie. He could feel it throbbing in his pants. And it felt amazing. His hand gripped the glass a little harder. The smile on the other guy made it obvious that he could tell Travis was hard. But the fact that he wasn’t saying it, made it all the less comfortable.
“Really. Still don’t remember me. Then again, I guess it makes sense,” the guy smiled. “Though, I’m sure part of you still does.” His implication was obvious as he leaned closer and closer to Travis. “I’m sure it does. Oh yes… Yes it does,” he was acting like he was talking to a dog, raising his voice in an overly playful manner.
Travis could feel his dick throb all the more. Never in his life had he remembered enjoying this kind of attention. But right now, it was hard to think about anything else. He liked it so much. And the playful and fun feeling rocketed through his entire body. “Knock it off…” he finally pushed at the guy, even though he didn’t want it to stop.
“Really?” he feigned offense. The smile on his face and the rushing blush on Travis’ only seemed to encourage him. “So much of you looks the same as we were when we graduated. I didn’t think that would change. You always loved it when I touched you. When my thick muscular hands would run down your smooth body. Couldn’t grow hair anywhere but the top of your head. The nearly natural bleach blonde only made you all the cuter.”
“Huh?” Travis was starting to feel a little weird. That wasn’t right. He had dark brown hair. And it was all over him. But even now as he looked at his arms, they were completely bare. Not a hair in sight.
The man’s hand reached over and rolled up Travis’ sleeve a little more. His body leaned in again so it was easier to feel. The rough playful mode turned serious. Intimate. Those thick hands were against his body again. “You always were so cute. How you tried to act so coy when you’d see me walking around the locker room naked. But the bright red in your face would always betray you. That and the little prick between your legs that wouldn’t ever go down when I was in the same room as you.”
He let out a light chuckle as his arms wrapped around Travis’ body again. This time, more possessive. Travis squirmed, feeling the strong arms around him. He wasn’t trying to get out of the guy’s grasp. For some reason it felt so comforting. So much more than it had. “You were always so small. I could pick you up and carry you away. And I’m so glad that hasn’t changed. You haven’t been able to gain any weight at all…”
The difference between Travis’ size and this guy suddenly felt so much greater. Those arms felt stronger and more encompassing. Travis’ small hands gripped the hairy forearms holding him. He needed to be grounded by something. The way this guy’s furry face nuzzled his neck, Travis felt like he was going to make cum right then and there.
“You can remember me now.”
“Oh shit…” Travis’ eyes went wide as he remembered everything. ‘Andrew Wheeler.’ The little dorky guy who always had a crush on Travis. And when him and the guys found out, they carried him to the part of the school being remodeled and locked him in one of the lockers. It took a day and a half before the construction guys found him. But Andrew never ratted them out. He just tried to keep his distance.
But now everything was different. Somehow Travis was his size and he was what Travis should have been. It didn’t make sense but all felt fine. Slight panic filled his mind at all the changes. “Shhh…” Andrew’s grip tightened. “It’ll be fine. You like everything that I changed. And you’ll love everything that I’m going to.”
Travis felt his body relax despite trying to scream inside his head. Nothing made sense but it all felt so good. The mix of memories were swirling around but he couldn’t help but lean on the ones where he was small and Andrew was big. Feeling those big strong arms around him was just too good to pass up.
“That’s better. And you’ll be able to see all the changes I make too,” Andrew gave him one last squeeze. “After all, we are dating.”
“YO! Is that little Travis!” Mike shouted as he entered the bar. “Looks like ya got yerself quite the lover!”
Travis felt his heart sink as he watched the four other guys enter the bar. Andrew pulled himself away. “He does,” Andrew held out his hand. “I’m Andrew.”
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Henry Cavanaugh
Can’t wait for more, dude!
