John

At the back of the narrow restaurant is a built-in, bar-height table with four stools. It kind of separates the restrooms from the restaurant, but there's plenty of room around it - and three big muscle bears like me and my buddies need a little extra room.

Rafe and Tommy came in just as I sat down. Tommy looked at me and said. "You look like hell, man. I think you definitely need a good fuck," and gave me his patent big blond grin as he gave me a one armed hug. Rafe studied me a moment, then just shook his head. He knows me too well. I ignored it and grinned.

We sat down, talking about what had been happening in our lives while waiting to order. I damned sure didn't say anything about Farr. From Rafe's looks, I felt he suspected I was holding out on them, but he didn't push. Rafe is like that... accepting, most of the time... and Tommy always follows Rafe's lead.

I sat facing the door. We'd just been served, and I'd barely dug into my Spaghetti Carbonara when Farr walked in with another fellow. Our eyes immediately locked. He nodded with a slight frown and looked away. My appetite got shot to hell.

Frank

Of course, as fate would have it, the moment I stepped through the restaurant door, I saw John sitting at the back of the room with a couple of other big guys. Damn, they were both really handsome, as well as big muscle guys. I didn't say anything to Herb as we were seated, but as we perused the menu, he noticed that I kept glancing toward the back of the room. Finally, without saying anything, he turned and studied the crowd, then turned back to me. "The big guy... sitting at the high table in front of the restrooms. Right?"

I grimaced, and noticed the big Latin guy sitting with John turned to look at me and Herb. He turned back and said something, then the big blonde guy sitting next to him turned and looked right at me, and quickly swung back around.

"Do you know him or are you just perving?" Herb asked.

I let out a gusty sigh. "His name is John Reed. He's the electrician rewiring my new shop."

"And you've got the hots for him?"

I glanced at John, then looked away without answering."

"Jeez, Frank, You're always saying you're not into big men, and he's the biggest man I've ever seen."

"Yeah, but he's about the sweetest man I've ever met," I involuntarily said.

Herb grinned at me. "Oh, is Franky in love?"

"Doesn't matter." I shrugged. "He's not into mini-men."

"Mini-men? Oh, shit." Herb said, looking sympathetic.

"Yeah." I wanted to bitch slap him. "To put it crudely, it's a bunch of shit." I said.

I watched John suddenly stand. He slapped some money on the table and headed towards us with his head down. He reminded me of a charging bull, and I wondered if he'd knock the door off its hinges going through it. But he paused, opened it like a normal guy, and exited.

John

Rafe noticed my expression and turned to search for what had caused my reaction. Seeing two little guys being seated in the front of the restaurant, he just shrugged at me and dug into his food. I played with my food and surreptitiously watched Farr. He glanced at me a couple of times, but otherwise ignored me. He must have said something to his friend about me; next time I glanced Farr's way, his friend was looking at me. I frowned and he looked away. Rafe, of course, noticed that I wasn't eating and started querying me.

"It's nothing." I told him.

"Yeh, right. What's his name?"

"Farr," I answered before my brain could get into gear.

Tommy had twisted around to survey the room, trying to pick out who we were talking about. "Which one is he?"

"One of those two little dudes at the first table by the window," Rafe told him.

Tommy checked them out, then turned back to stare at me. "Damn, they're midgets. What the fuck's going on with you, John? You've never been into little guys. You like 'em big, like Rafe and me."

I glared at him and didn't answer.

"Really?" His voice had gone up a couple of octaves... from shock I guess.

"Which one is he?" Rafe asked me.

"Probably the bigger of the two," Tommy conjectured. "Hell, John's cock would split the littler one."

"That's it," I said, pushing my stool back and standing up. I pulled forty bucks out of my wallet and slapped it on the table. "Sorry, guys, I thought maybe you could fuck him out of my head... but it wouldn't work." I turned and headed for the door. Shit! I had to get past Farr, who was sitting against the wall watching me walk towards him. I ducked my head, but couldn't help but glance at him as I passed him. He watched me with a question in his eyes. I just nodded and pushed through the door.

Once on the sidewalk, I didn't know where to go. I looked up and down Market Street, and then turned around to look through the window at Farr. He smiled, still watching me. I half smiled back, and fled for home.

Frank

"So, why are you perving on someone you know isn't interested?" Herb asked. John glanced at me and nodded just before he hit the door and left.

"But he is. He's interested in me, and it's driving him nuts."

I looked out the window I was sitting next to and watched John look up and down the street as though he couldn't figure out which way to head.

"Whatcha gonna do about it?" Herb asked.

John turned around and stared at me for a moment, and then headed down Market and out of sight. I fought the urge to run after him. No, John was going to have to figure out for himself whether or not he could accept little me as his lover. "All I can do is just wait and see if he can figure it all out."

Herb then realized that John was gone. "Jeez, Frank. He just got up and left. Your presence upset him that much?"

I changed the subject. "He's even got his own special name for me," I told him.

"Yeah, what?"

"Farr."

"Farr?"

"F.R. like my initials.

"Farr. Hey, that's cool. Why'd I never think of that?"

I grinned at him and asked, "Is your mind advanced enough to make that kind of connection?"

"Fuck you, Franky."

Herb's the only one that l let get away with calling me Franky.... well, except for my mother. I wrinkled my nose at him.

We ordered our dinner and continued talking. Just after our food was served, I looked up to see the two big guys that had been with John standing behind Herb. I raised my eyebrows.

"Which one of you is Farr?" the dark skinned one asked.

"I'm Farr." I answered, trying not to come off as belligerent.

He smiled friendly like. "I'm Rafe, and this is Tommy."

Big, blond, blue-eyed Tommy grinned and nodded. Motioning to Herb, I introduced him. They shook his hand and turned their attention back to me.

Rafe said, "I just want to say, John is one of the best... you lucky dawg."

"Man, I just can't believe a little fellow like you has got him squirming," Tommy added, showing most of his sparkling white teeth. "He doesn't do little guys."

I quirked an eyebrow, but didn't say anything.

Rafe squatted next to the table, kind of leaning against Herb, who was vicariously enjoying the contact. Rafe smiled at him and winked. I caught Herb's eye and grimaced at him. He ignored me and looked adoringly at Rafe. 'Damn,' I thought, 'if he was rubbing against me, I'd be pissing my pants.' The man is that handsome, with flashing brown eyes so dark they might as well have been black, a big friendly smile showing lots of white teeth, and short cropped shiny black hair.

Rafe leaned toward me and said 'sotto voce,' so only I could hear, "Be kind to him, Farr, the man may be big, but behind his gruff exterior, he's really vulnerable." He shook his head. "Man, I have never seen him like this. Really, Farr - you're the one. Just be patient with him." He stood up, pulled a card out of his pocket and handed it to me. "Call me if there's a need."

He laid a hand on Tommy's shoulder and followed him out the door.

"God, he's gorgeous," Herb gushed, as he craned his neck to look out the window.

Bemused, I stuck a whole jumbo shrimp in my mouth and chewed.

The next morning - Monday - I was back in the shop soon after sunrise. John had explained that there were going to be some holes in the walls and ceiling where they had to fish the new wires in. I know all about wiring a lamp or chandelier, but wiring a building was something I was ignorant about. Since I couldn't do much else until the wiring was completed, and the holes were plastered over, I decided that I would observe how it all was done.

At a quarter to eight, two Statler trucks pulled up. A fellow, who introduced himself as Ward, told me that John couldn't get out of a previous commitment to be here this morning. He handed me the estimate and waited patiently for me to go over it. I read through it and sighed. I looked up at Bond and said, "Are you sure these numbers are right? It looks more than reasonable."

Ward laughed. "It should, you're getting everything at John's cost. The only thing you're paying full price on is our labor."

What the fuck!? He couldn't bear to be around me, but he could give me all the copper wire and all the other electrical stuff at his cost? For a moment, all I could see through my anger was a red haze. I took a deep breath and slowly expelled it. When I could clearly see Bond's face, I asked, "Where is he?"

Ward looked nervous. "He's on a job, man."

"Do you know where this 'job' is?"

"Sure, but you can't just go barging in and disrupt his work."

"Ward, I promise I won't do anything like that, but it is imperative that I talk to him face to face... now."

"You're not going to hurt him, are you?"

"Little ol' me?" I spread my arms out, acting shocked that he thought that I could hurt a big man like John.

"I know your reputation, Mr. Bailey, but I'm not worried about you physically hurting him."

That set me back on my heels. Ward worked closely with John. Surely he knew that John had been looking for me for months, yet he hadn't told him that he knew who I am. Was my reputation for taking on big men and laying them out cold that bad? So... had Ward has been protecting the big guy from me.

"Does John know about my reputation?" I asked.

"I doubt it. He's a TV news nut, doesn't like reading newspapers. Says it's like reading history."

"Hmm. So, please tell me where I can find him. I promise that I'll handle him with kid gloves."

Ward reluctantly gave me an address, and I sped across the city on my Harley. I pulled up at the address and admired the stately old Victorian. It was what the locals call a 'painted lady'. The house was a soft white, but all the gingerbread and decorative scroll work was painted bright lively colors. I climbed the stairs to the small porch and rang the bell.

After the third time, I walked to the edge of the porch and studied the street. I didn't see John's pickup. Maybe he was parked in the alley. I thought I'd try the bell one more time, but just then the door opened and John's disheveled, unshaved face appeared.

He looked at me and muttered, "Fuck," and then sighed, "I should have known the son of a bitch was heartless. Whatcha standing out there for? Come on in." Ward had obviously left out some information about the address.

John

After walking out of the Pomodoro the previous evening, I couldn't face being confronted by Farr on Monday morning. I called Ward before he headed over to Farr's shop and had him come by my house to pick up the estimate that I'd written out and forgotten to give Farr. He kidded me about being in love and I told him to shove it, and to tell Farr that I had to finish another job.

I should have expected that Ward would tell Farr where I was. And I should have expected Farr to show up at my door, but still, I was surprised to see him. I think he was a bit surprised to see me half dressed, but he didn't say anything.

I didn't expect to be telling him how I felt about him either, but I found myself again kneeling in front of him pouring my feelings out to him. Nor did I expect to be pushed over onto my back on the kitchen floor with him crawling onto my chest. And I didn't expect at all that the little man would not only consent to letting me fuck him, but be eager for me to do it.

Frank

John stood back and held the door open. I stepped through the door and looked at him. His chambray shirt looked like he'd slept in it. It was unbuttoned and untucked. He was barefooted. But he didn't look hung over, and he didn't look particularly happy to see me, still he was sexy as all get out.... unshaven and half dressed.

"Would you join me for some coffee?" he asked.

I nodded and followed him past big double doors on each side of the foyer, past a stairwell, through a door at the back, and into a large bright kitchen. Other than a Wolfe stove and a Sub Zero refrigerator, the kitchen was pure period. There wasn't even a dishwasher. He motioned for me to sit at the round lion clawed table in the corner. There were tall windows on each wall near the corner that lit the room. As I glanced around the room, I began to note that despite its period appearance, the kitchen was thoroughly modern. The counters were deeper and taller, and I discovered there was a dishwasher, disguised behind a door panel that looked just like the rest of the lower cabinet fronts. John was making coffee in a Krupp coffee maker.

While the coffee brewed, John stuck a couple of croissants in a toaster oven that had been hidden behind a door at the back of the counter top, and then he set out mugs, cream and sugar, as well as plates and napkins. As soon as the coffee was ready, he filled both mugs, placed the croissants on a plate and offered me one, which I refused. He was being the perfect host, except, he wasn't talking to me. He sat down, poured a bit of cream in his mug and stirred it, pulled a croissant apart, stuck a bite in his mouth, and followed it with a sip of coffee. I picked up my mug and sipped. If coffee can be ambrosial, this was. It definitely wasn't Folger's.

"Mmmm," I murmured.

"Peet's. Good, huh?"

I nodded, and had another sip. I could be as nonverbal as he. John finished his croissant and took a big swig of his coffee. "So... you're pissed that I gave you a price break?"

"Was... now, I'm simply curious."

"About?" He picked up the croissant I'd refused and tore it in two.

"Why?" I answered.

John abruptly dropped the croissant, stood up and strode across the room, where he turned and just looked at me.

"You were pissed at me yesterday for getting drunk."

I moved my chair around so I could look directly at him. "No," I said, "I was aggravated because of why you got drunk."

He stared at me for a bit, before asking, "And why do you think that was?"

I sighed, and looked away. "John, if it were in my power, I would make myself as big as Rafe... just for you."

He looked startled, and glanced around the room as if looking for something he'd misplaced, then he looked back at me. "But....but... but then you wouldn't any longer be you."

"Maybe... but I'd be a size that you could be comfortable with."

"I like you just as you are."

I shrugged. "Could've fooled me."

He closed his eyes and laid his head back against the cabinet.

"So, why did you send Ward this morning instead of coming yourself?" I asked.

He opened his eyes, stared at the ceiling, and then dropped them down to look me in the eyes. "I couldn't see you and be impersonal. There was no way."

"Hmm."

John crossed the room and squatted down in front of me, resting one knee on the floor, both his hands rested on my thighs. God, what his touch does to me.

"Farr, since the day I showed you where to find that little nipple, you've been constantly in my thoughts and in my dreams. It had to be kismet that you contacted my company to do your electrical work. We're meant to be.... an 'us'. I've been making myself crazy over your size. And that's stupid."

John had moved to where he was kneeling between my legs with his arms resting on my thighs and his chin on his arms. I wondered how much I was in his life. He was kind of talking at my crotch, but every once in a while he'd straighten up and look at me. I combed my fingers through his hair as he talked.

"I guess I started developing an attitude as a teenager. I was always bigger than most of my classmates. I was never a bully, but I did have a snot-nosed attitude that I was above paying attention to smaller guys. I suppose it just developed into what I sought as a sex partner. It was mindless, and I was thrown for a loop when you came into my life."

"God, that first evening, sitting on the floor in your shop, holding you as you sat between my legs... I was really at peace. I wanted it never to end," he chuckled, "but then your stomach rumbled and broke the mood.

"And day before yesterday, when you lay on top of me after making us both come - just holding you was such pleasure." He was now absentmindedly running a finger up and down the denim covering my throbbing cock. His light touch was driving me nuts.

I took his head between my hands and pushed him back to where I could lean forward and kiss him. The look in his eyes drove me wild. I pushed him over and landed on top of him. His arms instinctively wrapped around me and our lips crushed together. I tried to crawl into his mouth, tongue first.

John rolled over, never letting go of me, protecting me by supporting his weight with his elbows; he sat up, and then stood. His agility amazed me. I'd always pictured a big man like him to be a lumbering bear. Well, he was a bear... a big, hairy, muscular bear... but as agile as a gymnast.

Holding me against his chest with one hand on my buttocks, the other around my back, he stared into my eyes.

"I need you, Farr. I need to claim you as mine. I want to be inside of you."

I simply nodded, overcome with desire, and other overwhelming emotions.

As I've said, I am a top. I've submitted to being fucked a few times, but I can't say that I really enjoyed it. I didn't know how it would go with John; I only knew that if that's what he wanted from me, that's what he'd get.

He headed out of the kitchen, with me still clutched to his chest He carried me up the stairs. Entering a large airy bedroom, he gently laid me on a huge four-poster bed, where he started undressing me.

He pulled my shirt off over my head, pressed his lips to my chest, nuzzling in the nest of hair between my pecs. Then his tongue sought one of my nubs. When it hardened, and he had me writhing and moaning, he moved to the other. I pushed up against his mouth, wanting him to devour it... to devour me.

He rose up and stood between my legs, staring down at me. Damn, he looked more gigantic from this angle. It made me feel even tinier. I glanced at the tall carved bedpost and envisioned my arms and legs tied to them. I could feel myself quailing, but then he murmured, "You're so beautiful, Farr. Precious. Just looking at your perfect little body, makes me want to love and protect you from the rest of the world."

I relaxed, knowing John would never do anything to me against my will. He reached for the buttons on my Levi's.