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Everybody Loves Buck: Jake Edition
🕑 Added 2020-12-14 02:47:18 +0000 UTCJake sat at a window table waiting for Steve, the mystery man he had been set up with by his sister. He didn’t know much about him other than his name and that he worked at an accounting firm.
But Emily, Jake’s sister, promised that Steve was a ‘really good guy’ and that Jake would like him.
So Jake patiently, and even a little excitedly, waited for his blind date to arrive. It was still a little early, 10 minutes before 5:00pm, and the dining room of the restaurant was empty except for him, a hostess, and a server.
Thanks to the reflective shades pulled down to keep the afternoon sun from blinding customers, Jake could see his reflection in the window and thought he looked pretty good – big brown eyes, nice full head of brown hair, angular face. At 25, he still had an active lifestyle and speedy metabolism to keep himself fit and trim, and he was wearing his “lucky” blue polo shirt that showed off his wiry physique.
As Jake was admiring himself, a black Ford F-150 pulled up and parked in front of the restaurant. The truck was a few years old and a little dirty, but still in good condition.
“I suppose this must be him,” Jake thought. “Although it’s not what I would expect an accountant to drive.”
Jake could see not the driver’s side of the truck from his table, but he knew when the driver got out by the way the vehicle bounced up and down a few times, as if it was happy not to be bogged down with the weight any longer.
The driver came around the truck to inspect his parking job. He stood about 6 feet from where Jake sat, but couldn’t see him due to the window shade.
Jake, however, could see everything, and he was instantly turned on.
The driver appeared to be in his mid-20s and had short brown hair, but other than that had no physical similarities to Jake. He had to be at least 6 inches taller than Jake’s 5’9”, and close to twice his weight of 140. He was huge all over and looked like the living definition of the word “beefy.”
The first thing that Jake zeroed in on was that the man’s arms, which were pumped up like he had just worked out. Jake estimated they had to be at least 22 inches around at their thickest point, which would make them twice as large as the sticks coming off his shoulders. He had tried for years to grow them to a decent size, but nothing had worked. As much as he admired massive biceps and triceps on other guys, he was not destined to have them himself.
The man also had a sturdy neck like a college wrestler, and it was attached to a barrel chest and a beefy mid-section that had been obviously been sculpted from years of hard work and hearty meals. They were encased in a white t-shirt that may have fit loosely at one time, but now was so tight that showed off every ripple and bulge. The driver’s firm chest bulged out a bit further than his mid-section, and it climaxed with a set of very pert nipples sticking out through the thin fabric.
“He must really like attention,” thought Jake. “Or he has been growing quickly and hasn’t had time to update his wardrobe.”
The tight clothing continued down below as well. He was not wearing loose pants or baggy cargo shorts that you would typically see on a bigger person, but rather a pair of snug khaki shorts that came down only about 7 inches below his bulging crotch. Jake noticed that the man was carrying his wallet, keys, and cell phone in his left hand, and he wondered if it was because the shorts were too tight to allow any items in the pockets.
The driver walked over to the meter and faced away from the restaurant as he checked how much money to feed in, and Jake’s cock began to surge as he stared at the man’s backside. Jake had never seen such powerful legs on a man, especially these mighty thighs which had to be at least 30 inches in diameter. Jake also ogled the man’s huge, firm butt, which he desperately ached to touch, and the football-shaped calves.
“He’s just so perfect,” Jake whispered, not realizing he was fingering his dick as he said it. “Like a super sexy powerlifter. I sure hope this fucker is Steve!”
The man finished with the meter and walked into the restaurant. Jake smiled hopefully as he entered, and the man flashed a smile back, but then was seated by the hostess at a booth across the room. He set down his keys, wallet, and phone, took off his sunglasses, and started reading the menu.
“Damn it,” Jake thought. “Not only is he not my date, but that table is blocking my view of his gorgeous body.”
Jake would have to settle for a view of the man’s face, which was tan and rugged-looking. He had brown scruff on his chin that matched the hair on his head, brown eyes, full lips, and ears that stuck just a little from the side of his head. Although not classically handsome, Jake wondered if the man had ever done any modeling in something like a Filson catalog.
A few seconds later, the server stopped at the man’s table to drop off a glass a water, and he said he was already ready to order. The server seemed a bit surprised that the big guy did not need more time, and even more surprised when he asked for two full entrées and two milkshakes even though he was dining alone.
When done ordering, the man looked back over at Jake, winked, and smiled again. Jake’s cock was at full mast by this point, and the wink/smile combo was almost enough to cause an explosion.
To avoid that from happening, he smiled back but then turned his head to the window. He noticed the license plate on the truck, BIGBUCK, and thought, “Yes, he most definitely is. Big, beautiful Buck. And he’ll be even bigger after his meal.”
After waiting another 30 seconds, Jake decided to sneak another peak at Buck. He slowly turned his head and saw the big man take a swig of water from his glass and then get up from the table. Once standing, Buck gave a third smile to Jake, tugged down on his shorts as they had ridden up when he slid across the booth, and then he cruised across the floor and into the restroom. He was apparently so confident that he left all of his stuff on the table completely unguarded.
Jake had seen enough. He didn’t normally act so impulsively, but he practically tripped getting up from his chair so quickly. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do when he got in there, but he headed directly for the men’s room to see what might happen.
He had made it halfway across the dining room when the front door opened and the bell above it chimed. Jake paused briefly and wondered if his real date had arrived, but then without a second thought, he barged forward and entered the men’s room.
