Monday, July 26, 2010

Wide Load (Part 2)

We get to mom’s and I fumble with the key to get in the front door. Mom and dad had gone away again for the weekend. My mind was a whir not knowing what to do, what to say, or what to expect. I invited him inside and showed him around. Mom and dad’s house is very nice. I showed him the pool, then I went to get changed. I keep a swimsuit at mom’s; a very non-sexy one-piece. Hey, its my mom and dad’s house, okay. I debated briefly about coming out of the bedroom naked . . . or maybe wearing a cool whip bikini like the girl in the movie Harley always liked to watch . . . but I also remembered the guy she came out for turning her down flat cold . . . yeah, not something I needed to experience . . . so I went with the one-piece.

Wide Load was very appreciative. If I had not already been blushing at walking out in my bathing suit, I would have been with all of his compliments. I tried to just thank him and lead him out to the pool. It was about now that I finally wondered what he was going to wear. He was way ahead of me. He apparently wears special shorts under his pants on squat days and he had left them on for just this reason. However, he neglected to mention any of this to me beforehand.

I said something about did he have shorts with him.

He said “no, I’d planned on going commando”; at which point he began peeling off his clothes. I have never described Wide Load, have I? There is “big”. There is “really big”. Wide Load is “OMG Big”. 5’11”, 268 lbs (I asked him later so I would get this part right). It is hard to say now which shocked me more; standing there looking all of that muscle or thinking that he was going to be dropping his pants next. Okay, yeah, I was excited too. Before he pulled down his sweats, he asked me if I wanted him to stop. I said “no”, at least I think I said “no” . . . I opened my mouth to say “no”, but nothing may have actually come out.

“Turn around then”, he said.

I did not see the point, but he was pretty insistent. He wanted to get in the water first, then I could get in, he said. ??? Just consider how much my head was whirring before you laugh at me for actually turning around as he told me too. Of course, I was with it enough to try to catch his reflection in the glass doors. Not much success, but I was trying.

I heard, and kind of saw, him pulling down his sweats. I did see him toss them over my shoulder towards the house. Then, before I could react, even with me trying to watch his reflection, he grabbed me from behind and lifted me up into the air. He carried me towards the pool and, yes, I squealed like a girl – but I am a girl!!!.

“I thought you wanted to go in first!!!” My arms had a death grip around his neck.

“Change of plans”, he said, before jumping, taking both his ass and my ass into the deep end of the pool. It's been killer hot here, so I can thank God that the water was not ice cold to enter. Didn't stop me from squealing like a girl again . . . while he laughed . . . all the way into the water.

Surfacing, I shouted at him, and not about the fact that he had thrown me into the pool, “you got shorts on!!!” (Okay, I peeked when we hit the water). I splashed him, to which I promptly went flying through the air again what with his grabbing me and throwing me high up into the air.

I swam around him, dodging him, and tried to push him under. It was a bit like me trying to move a semi-truck; was not going to happen. Same result as before, I went flying again.

This went on for a bit until I surfaced behind him and jumped on his back, my arms again gripped around his massive neck. I say neck. He did not really have a neck. His shoulders and traps were so massive that his neck just disappeared into all the muscle. Nevertheless, I wrapped my arms around something. In my feeble brain, his back seemed like a safe place to be.

“Time out”, I yelled, laughing my own self. I suppose, in hindsight, he was acting a bit like a little boy he likes a girl; instead of being nice to her, he picks on her. I was not thinking any of that at the time. I just needed a breather. It is surprisingly tiring getting tossed around like that.

“You had shorts on all the time”, I chastised him.

“You are so gullible its adorable”, he laughed, at which point he essentially just shrugged and I went spinning around to be in front of him, my arms still around his neck. We were now almost face to face.

And then he kissed me.

I could not say how long I floated there in his arms, arms around him, the two of us kissing and the two of us talking about nothing in particular. I can only say that it was the most relaxed I think I have ever felt. Is it possible to be relaxed and excited at the same time?

I looked at him.

I said, ““Tell me what you want. Just say it”.

I was not saying I was going to do it. To be honest, I do not know what I meant.. I just wanted to hear him say what he wanted to do with me. Make sense?

(To be continued . . . I am sorry if I am boring some with all the bits which led up to the naked stuff, but this part also means a lot to me. Next time, promise).



  1. good things come to those who wait! awesome story so far, can't wait to hear the rest!!!

  2. OMG that was the funniest read I've had the pleasure of reading in a while. I was giggling the whole way through. Especially the bit about his neck, and him shrugging. Ooh it's getting exciting I can't wait... now here I was thinking this guy was "wide-Load" type FAT... but he's all muscle... ok that's sitting better with me now....

  3. I was under the same impression as Cande. I thought that by "wide-load" you mean he was seriously very obese.