Date: Sun, 1 Jan 2017 00:23:12 -0800 From: Gingham Shade <ginghamshade@gmail.com> Subject: Fuck Me, I Love You Chapter 2 Chapter 2: I'm A Big Fat Cat A disclaimer: This story is fictional story. All characters were made up and any similarities are just coincidental. This is a gay romance between adults, it's my version of a dominant/sub relationship. So if that offends you, please discontinue reading. Also, if it is illegal for you to read such material in your country, you have been warned. I hope you're enjoying it and that the story draws you in wanting more. If you have any suggestions or concerns, do not hesitate to email me at ginghamshade@gmail.com. Thoughts and suggestion are always welcome and may or may not be implemented. Concerns will be considered and addressed as much as possible. AND, if you enjoy the stories on www.nifty.org, please give a donation to help cover their expenses at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. While the site is currently free, donations only from loyal fans can help keep it that way. Any amount will help. ----------------------------------------------------------- Anderson was really sick of Grindr. The 31-year-old had just come out, after years of hiding his sexuality. He had been a competitive swimmer through high school and college but long days working in the lab as a grad student meant that he spent more of his time staring at test tubes than working out. It didn't help that he still ate like a 22-year-old swimmer. It wasn't that he was obese, he just didn't have the cut abs anymore that he used to. In the straight world, being a nice guy with a great smile and some common courtesy meant you got the girl. Those qualities weren't so important on Grindr. Shirtless Pic? Shirtless Pic? Can I see your ass? How big is your cock? "It'd be nice to have a real conversation sometime", he flopped onto his bed. He had just finished another full day at the lab. Publish or Perish was the grad school game and his adjuncts were merciless. When he did get out, Anderson was too shy to figure out who was gay and who wasn't. The only way to meet another gay person was through Grindr or Scruff and none of those guys wanted anything more than a fuckbuddy. Not that Anderson was a saint. His coming out was cemented after a crazy drunken college party. He woke up between 2 Frat boys and a cheerleader. Anderson remembered looking at her naked breasts flopped over one of the guy's face. Then he gazed at the sleeping adonis covered by cheerleader tits. Watching the soft rise and fall of his abs, Anderson really wished the cheerleader wasn't around. He vaguely pieced together the activities of the previous night, fucking one frat boy's ass as he penetrated the cheerleader. Some used condoms were at the foot of the bed. Anderson's eyes caught the eyes of the last frat boy. He was awake and looking curiously at Anderson: Poor repressed Anderson, who had plowed his first ass the night before. Horny Anderson, whose 7.5" thickened as he remembered this guy rimming him and sucking his balls. "It's called a rusty trombone" The guy taught him this later, having arranged Anderson face up with his legs held up between his hands. His name was Jack, and that's what he did to Anderson's cock while rimming him within an inch of his life. Precum and spit dribbled down the shiny cock, as the hand slid up and down at a tantalizing pace. Spit rolled out of Anderson's gaping mouth as he came undone. "Fuck...." Anderson's eyes rolled to the back of his head, and his hands gripped his knees a bit tighter, lifting his ass up so that Jack could get deeper. "Yeah you're just a fucking dirty bottom slut aren't you? I can't wait to get my dick inside of you." Anderson's eyes shot open and his dick withered away. He sighed and got up. His legs fell forward and he got up to a speechless Jack. "I don't let people talk to me like that." "Hey wait, I'm sorry. I didn't mean...." "No it's ok, I get it. Some people like to talk dirty, I've talked dirty to girls before. I get it. I just don't let people talk to me like that." Anderson grabbed his shirt and stripped it over his body. "Well don't worry about it. Hey! Don't go!" He pulled up his pants and looked at Jack sitting on the floor. "I'm sorry I got carried away." Poor Jack was flustered. Sighing Anderson sat on the bed. Jack stood up awkwardly and Anderson patted the spot on the bed next to him. "Look you're nice. I like you, and we have fun. But I'm not really interested in getting fucked. Is it ok if we don't do that?" Jack's fluster turned into incredulity. "Seriously? I don't buy that. You loved getting rimmed. I bet you'd be all over my dick if I fucked you. Don't knock it before you've tried it." "Well, I'm just not up to exploring that, and to be honest, I really don't want to when you call me names." Jack's face turned red and his voice started getting aggressive. Anderson took that as a cue to leave. He grabbed his socks and shoved his feet into his sneakers. "You think you're hot shit, don't you? Well fuck you, you prick. I can get a hotter guy than you in a minute, you're just a fat piece of shit and I'm done with you. Fuck you!" Anderson left the room and brushed a tear off. He wasn't used to people turning on him for setting a boundary. Least of all he didn't expect to be shredded for his body. It didn't help that so many people brushed him off on Grindr and Scruff either. *All those years in high school and college I never thought I was ugly. Now that I came out it's all I hear.* He spent the rest of his afternoon in the lab and focused on what he was good at. ------------------------------------------ The next week, Anderson found himself in a swanky looking gym. The place was off campus so that he didn't have to be around people like Jack. "Hi, my name is Bradley. How can I help you?" A tall muscular man walked up and shook his hand. Anderson was nervous. As much as he idolized the tall dark and handsome, they usually didn't care too much for him. "Yeah, I'm thinking about doing some personal training." "Are you looking to build muscle or lose weight?" "Both," Anderson said weakly. It was increasingly hard to not stare into the older man's eyes. "I used to swim a lot in college but it's been a while. I tried going to the gym at school but I feel totally lost and overwhelmed." "That's not unusual. We really tailor our training to help you achieve the type of body you want. Different people have different fitness goals. Some people want to bench 600, I want to help them reach that goal. Some guys want to lose that stomach, I'm happy to help them get there too...." Bradley started going into his long pitch about bodybuilding and clean eating. Anderson was busy watching his mouth move and tracing those sexy lips. Bradley was a bit older, but the confidence of his demeanor and his total lack of attitude was sexy. Anderson started feeling a bit flushed. *Dammit,* He thought. Anderson was determined not to fawn over guys just because they were hot. Bradley was something else. Today the man was wearing a tank top that clenched every muscle on his body. Anderson thought he was being inconspicuous by switching his eyes up and down between Bradley's eyes and his chest. *Dear God, please reincarnate me as that man's tank top.* "Tell me, what kind of body do you want to have?" "Yours" Anderson blurted out. His face turned beet red. Bradley laughed. "Well, I'm a little attached to mine, but you've got some good building blocks in place. You got broad shoulders and nice sturdy legs. Some people work out their whole lives and hate their legs." *Shit and he's nice*. Anderson swooned inside. They talked a bit more and set some goals. Anderson started training with Bradley regularly, shifting his diet to something more reasonable as he powered through his days between gym and lab. Their professional relationship developed into a friendship. "Have you been meeting any new girls lately Anderson?" Bradley asked one day. The question caught Anderson off guard. He realized that having worked together the past few months, Bradley had never asked him about his personal life. "Not really...actually I'm gay." It felt awkward even if he knew half the men in the gym were fucking Bradley with their eyes. "That's fine son. You're in good company here." Anderson breathed a sigh of relief. *I guess he's used to all the boys buzzing around him* Anderson thought to himself. After the workout, Anderson went to his lab. He stayed there for a few hours before his grumbling stomach forced him to stop. It was getting late, and he realized all the stores on campus had closed by now. Jostling through his bag he couldn't find his wallet. *Shit! I must have left it at the gym!* Checking his watch Anderson had about 15 minutes to stop in before the place closed. He hustled across campus and breathed a sigh of relief. The lights were still on, but the front desk was empty. Anderson walked in and heard some faint noises in the back. *They must be cleaning up, maybe they have my wallet.* Anderson paced over to the locker room. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- To be Continued.....