"Well great minds think alike," you said clumsily, immediately feeling like an idiot when Jake took this as you wanting out of the conversation instead of just being...bad at conversing. The both of you then awkwardly split to continue your respective rounds, leaving you to feel like an enormous wad who couldn't even talk to a guy you thought was cute "...wait was I crushing on him?" you pondered. After twenty minutes or so you both found yourselves meeting again in the parking lot, the both of you sheepishly keeping your heads down while you loaded your groceries until with a weak wave and half-assed goodbye you departed.
On the highway now, cabin bound, you couldn't help but hate yourself for being so chickenshit. Turning the radio on full blast to try and drown out your thoughts you noticed that a familiar car was in your rear view mirror. "Could that be..." you wondered, taking note that the driver looked to be an awfully large man. For a moment your heart stopped as you remembered Jake had said that he himself was on vacation, and there was a cabin next door to yours that, in all the times you'd gone, never seemed to be occupied. "No. No way!' you said to yourself, almost giddy, "That's so unlikely it's stupid to even consider it!" For several minutes more the car followed you until, to your displeasure, it turned off on a completely different exit. "Whatever...like I said it wasn't even possible..." you tried to rationalize, as your mood soured.
At the cabin now your mood did begin to improve, in-spite of yourself, as you finished unpacking your things and putting away the groceries, no matter what happened this was still you well-earned and much needed week of rest and relaxation. Sitting down with a novel you'd been meaning to finish for what felt like a lifetime you began peacefully reading. After half an hour though you were startled from your story as you heard a car engine outside "...that's weird," you thought.
Going to open the door you began dreading the fact it was probably those same annoying fishermen that bothered you every damn year insisting that, despite never renting either cabin, they were somehow due your access to the lakefront. When you opened the door your heart practically leapt out your mouth as you saw the car from earlier with Jake, somewhat ungraciously, attempting to untie a suitcase from the roof of his car. Making your way outside you couldn't help but stare at his tremendous bulk, his biceps heaving with effort as his raised arms lifted his shirt granting the view of a stomach utterly packed with mass, as faint the outline of abdominal muscles lingered over a muscle gut that, like the rest of him, had a light coating of blonde hair. Your gaze falling lower you saw at the base of his stomach a fairly dense "happy trail" for which you assumed all other's must be named as it lead to the top of a thick bush of pubes that shamelessly peaked out the waist of his pants "...yo Josh, Earth to Josh!"
Snapping out of your daze you realized just how hard you'd been staring as your cheeks went red "Fuck," you said internally, before noticing Jake's face was equally red "Double fuck," hopefully he was just red with frustration of the pesky not and didn't see just how hard you were staring. "Uh...sorry, what'd you say?" you asked trying desperately not to trip over every word.
"I asked if you'd give me a hand with this bastard of a knot. My hands are a bit too reminiscent of oven mitts," Jake said, showing his large hands and wiggling some fairly sausage-esque fingers.
"Oh, sure no problem," you said before unraveling the tight knot. "So...if you don't mind my asking...if you were coming here why did you turn where you did?"
"Oh that," he said before producing a strange looking remote from his bag "I had to go home and get this when I realized we were going the same way. It was a bit of a fool's errand seeing as I've never even tried it, hell you also could have just kept on going but something told me it was worth it."
"...So what is it?" you asked.
"A surprise," Jake grinned.
And apparently that was all you were going to get as Jake started to gather his things. Before he could make it inside his own cabin though you frantically worked up the nerve to propose "You know...um...if you want...uh...you can come over for dinner...if you're not busy..."
"Uh...uh yeah! Sounds fun!" he nervously accepted.
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Later that night you were just finishing putting the finishing touches on dinner, butterflies making mincemeat of your stomach, when...
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