Frank and Kyle Promotions 01

Prologue

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Marcus didn’t understand why this party was mandatory to go to. Sure it would be some nice overtime however this was one of the few weekends he was able to stay with his son. His son was going to be turning nineteen and heading off to college soon and this would be one of the last weekends he’d be able to spend with him before he left. Even if it was supposed to be a party the adults and ‘kids’ were eventually separate off into different parts and he wouldn’t be able to hang out with Stan.

“Don’t worry about it dad,” Stan said. “It’s going to be ok. I hear that Mr. Jacobs has a really nice house so they’ll be a lot to do. And doesn’t he have a son about my age?”

A heavy sigh left Marcus’ mouth. 'He's so much better than I ever deserved.' Somehow Stan was always able to see the bright side. It just bothered Marcus to no end on how much the court bent over backwards to keep him with his mother. But the divorce was several years ago and there wasn’t anything he could do now. “Yeah I guess you’re right. Just try to play nice. Frank’s son is a pretty big guy. I don’t want him hurting you or anything.”

“It’s fine. I think he’s dating Jeremy.”

“Derrick’s boy?” A flash of a hulking guy went through his head but then shook it away, “Really? Didn’t think Kyle had a thing for bigger guys.”

Stan shrugged. “Dunno. Just what I heard. But it should be fine. Are there going to be a lot of people there?”

“I think so,” Marcus replied. “But I don’t know how many you’ll know. You ok with that?”

“Yeah I’ll be fine. I’m sure there’ll be someone there to talk to,” Marcus could see through his son’s fake smile. He’d always been passive growing up. Marcus wanted him to go out for sports but his ex-wife wouldn’t let Stan. It would have been great for the boy but now he was stuck inside only able to play video games. And now the kid was terrible at making friends and had ‘social anxiety’.

“Thata boy,” He smiled over to his son. “I should be with you too. Besides I just have to make an appearance and then we can go watch a movie or something.” He saw his son’s face light up to the suggestion.

“I don’t want you to rush though. Just don’t get in trouble with Mr. Jacobs,” his son scolded. “Okay?”

Marcus smiled as he parked the car in front of the valet, “I promise.”

“Good,” Stan smiled.

As Marcus stepped out of the car he saw a panicked Derrick running towards him. Honestly there weren’t many times Derrick wasn’t in a panic. “Marcus! Marcus! I need to get to Marcus,” he shouted pushing someone else out of the way.

“Derrick, calm down. What’s the matter?” Marcus stared down at his boss wondering just what had him in such a fit.

“You need to see Mr. Jacobs right away,” he shouted, “Right away!” Derrick already sprinted back towards the house.

“I’m right here Derrick. No need to shout.” Marcus grimaced at the idea. If Derrick was this upset he didn’t know what Frank was going to be like. He turned to his son. “Stay out of trouble.”

“I should be saying the same to you,” Stan smiled. Marcus let out a light laugh.

Derrick grabbed Marcus by the arm. “Hurry! Mr. Jacobs says it’s important.” Stan watched as his much larger father being pulled into the mansion by his shorter rounder boss. 

It didn’t take Stan a long time to see where the party was going on. The loud music and large buffet led him around the area. He’d never seen such a large series of platters. His eyes went round at all the different food. So much to eat. He’d always been a bit on the scrawnier side because his dad didn’t have time to make sure he had three meals a day. But Stan had staved off from eating at his dad’s house because he knew how hard it was for him to make ends meet. He’d tell his dad he wasn’t hungry or try to eat beforehand but still he’d end up hungry sometimes if his dad didn’t watch him eat.

However as he was so distracted by all the food he didn’t notice where he was going. He accidentally ran into what he thought was a wall. “Sorry…” he rubbed his nose realizing it was a person.

The other guy just stood there. It was like he was frozen in time. “You fucking will be…” his fist clenched as he turned around. 

‘Oh no!’ Stan nearly fell over in fear. It was Zack. He’d bullied Stan since freshman year and now he just made him spill food all over his clothes. “No reason to make it a big deal,” Stan muttered as he took a few steps back. “I’m sure it’ll all come out in the wash!” he shouted as he ran away. He ran as fast as his body could take him and ended up jumping behind some bushes next to the swimming pool. 

Stan

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Stan tried to stay hidden as long as possible. However his legs were starting to cramp. He knew that if the other boys found him he’d be in a lot of trouble. That was something his dad really didn’t need. The bushes were, at least for now, a plenty good hiding place for him.

“What are you doing?” A deep baritone voice behind Stan made him jump. “You seem a little too old for hide and seek you know.”

Stan jumped back in fright. He knew he was caught and now he was going to get the crap beat out of him. “Look, I’m sorry. I tripped. I didn’t mean to spill my soda on you. Can we just forget about it?” His begging stopped. He looked up to see Kyle standing in his swimming trunks and a sleeveless shirt.

“Okay?” his eyes locked onto Stan’s, “I’ve got a feeling that wasn’t directed to me.” He laughed at Stan’s awkwardness. “I’m not going to beat you up. You can trust me. However,” the large man’s voice turned serious, “if there is someone here threatening you I would like to know.”

Panic swept through the young man’s mind. “No. No. Just a misunderstanding. I don’t want any trouble. It’s just I did something stupid and Zack started chasing me around the house. They couldn’t keep up with me though.”

“They?” a smaller squeakier voice raised the question. “You outran multiple people?” Kyle wrapped his arm around his boyfriend. Stan liked seeing someone about his size again. He hadn’t seen Jeremy for a while. For some reason he felt like he should have been afraid of the guy but he didn’t know where that feeling came from. Stan still refused to answer the question though. 

“It’s okay,” Kyle smiled. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. I just wanted to know why there were a bunch of guys running around our house. We may be rich but that doesn’t mean we want to pay for something that gets broken.”

“Right…” Stan mumbled to himself. “Sorry about that. It really was an accident though. I’m pretty sure someone pushed me into him and my soda ran all down Zack’s back. I couldn’t do anything to stop it and it’s not like Zack is the most level headed guy around.”

“Maybe it’s cause he likes you,” Jeremy smirked.

“Yeah, it’s cause he likes you,” Kyle added. His well-muscled arm poked into Jeremy. 

Stan couldn’t help but laugh a little. This guy had been pestering him since he started school. Little quips about his size or pokes to the side to make Stan jump happened almost every day. Not to mention all the comments about Stan’s sexuality and how other guys would never find him attractive. “That's not possible," but then he started to think about it more. "Maybe… But he’d never admit it.”

“Just get him away from his friends and I’m sure he would.” Kyle started putting his towel down while Jeremy watched. It was amazing watching the muscles move on this guy. He was easily the size of a professional body builder. Each large bulky muscle bulged out from his body. He could easily intimidate anyone just by entering a room. 

Kyle laid a towel across a lounge chair and sat down. He pulled his shirt off revealing his tight abs. Even though he was so big he somehow still had a perfect six pack down his front. Stan couldn’t help but stare. All he could think about was Kyle’s naked body. He wanted to run his hands up and down those tight muscles.

“So if you could do a sport what sport would it be?” Kyle interrupted Stan’s current thoughts.

“I’m not really good at sports. My mom never let me play.” Stan muttered back. He looked down at his feet and crossed his arms.

“Yeah. Ok. Fine. But if you could be what would you pick? Like any sport and any position,” Kyle moved onto his side looking at Stan. He took a moment and actually thought about it. What sport would he really love to play? Kyle genuinely seemed interested in knowing.

“I guess I’d like to be a professional linebacker. It’s just I’d like to be a lot bigger so my dad didn’t have to worry about me so much,” Stan looked embarrassed as he said it.

Jeremy started laughing uncontrollably. “A linebacker? Those guys are freaking huge. Good luck with that.”

“Jeremy!” Kyle scolded. “Don’t be such an asshole. I think Stan’s plenty big. Just because you’re used to seeing this doesn’t mean that he isn’t as big as most of the guys on the field. Besides he’s still got a few more years to grow in college.”

Stan watched Jeremy’s face turn red. “Oh please. I know he’s big but I mean bbbiiiggg”

“He is bbbbiiigggg,” Kyle mocked.

“But I mean reeaaallllyy big.”

“Are you saying he’s small?” Kyle used his fingers as a ruler. Jeremy blushed realizing what he was saying. “Cause he never looked small. I’d seen it once in the shower. Really was rather large.” 

Jeremy’s little body bounded onto his bodybuilder boyfriend. Stan laughed but felt a little embarrassed. These two guys were clearly talking about his dick. Sure he was rather endowed but he didn’t need them complementing him. But he wasn’t about to get in between them though. Watching such a little guy attack Kyle was kind of amusing in its own right.

“All I’m saying is that if he was a little bigger then he’d be great for a linebacker,” Jeremy insisted. His light punches hit Kyle’s chest. The punches quickly turned into a slap which turned into a chest massage. Kyle smiled at his boyfriend’s persistence. He leaned up and Jeremy went in for a kiss. Stan felt like a third wheel watching the two guys make out.

Jeremy was lost in thought as their lips touched. Kyle leaned forward and put his hands underneath Jeremy’s armpits. He slowly got up from his seated position lifting his partner up with him. “Are we taking this inside?” 

“No,” Kyle whispered back as he shucked Jeremy’s scrawny body into the pool. “Don’t listen to him. You’re plenty big to play football. I’d say if you keep practicing for a few years you could go pro before you graduate.”

Stan looked himself over. Something about his body seemed different but he couldn’t quite place it. He’d always been pretty big. That’s why he worked out so much. It was just something that he enjoyed doing. Working out made him feel like he was in control of his life. He flexed his arm trying to figure out why he’d just felt so small. Being a good 6’6” he’d been trying to close the gap to 300 pounds. It was taking a bit longer than he wanted but Kyle was right, he still had college before he could even think about pro. Wasn’t he wearing a small t-shirt as well? 

He laughed at the thought. He hadn’t been able to fit into a small since he was in like fifth grade. “Yeah I mean I guess I am pretty big,” he said trying to convince himself. “If I hadn’t run away from Zack and his friends I would have beat the shit out of ‘em. And there’s no way my dad needs that on his mind.”

“Exactly. They’re just a bunch of blowhards. They talk big because they played baseball in high school and still think they’re hot stuff,” Kyle smiled. “Don’t let it get you down.”

“Yeah guess they are a bit jealous,” Stan was still looking over his body trying to figure out why he’d run away from those three guys. Even with the three of them teaming up he could probably have tackled them right then and there. But then his dad could have gotten in trouble. ‘Probably best that I didn’t,’ he thought to himself.

“Exactly,” Kyle laughed as he sat back down on the lounge chair. He leaned back into it letting the sun soak into him again. “Doesn’t matter if they were 1st baseman, shortstop, or pitcher, each one of them is begging to be a catcher.” 

Stan had a weird realization about that group. It was something he’d never really thought about. Their constant teasing had always made him a bit nervous around the other guys. “Are you saying…?”

“That they’re gay? Yeah. 100%. They mess around with each other all the time. They only have ‘girlfriends’ because they don’t want other guys to know. But when they get home they play pretend where one of them acts like someone else on the team.”

Stan stared in awe. “Duh fuck?” he shook his head. “Holy… Wait! How do you know all this?!”

Kyle just let out a laugh. It almost seemed like he was stalling. “Cause I saw them in the locker room. They’d take jerseys of the guys they were pretending to be and wear them then play pretend. I told them I wouldn’t tell anyone at school. But we’re not exactly at school are we?” 

“I guess not,” Stan laughed back.

“But the thing is I think Zack never played bottom with them. Even though he so clearly wanted to I think he was saving himself,” Kyle added.

“Saving himself?” Stan muttered back. “No… You don’t mean…”

“I do,” that wicked grin Kyle had suddenly made Stan hard. The mere thought of Zack purposefully saving himself just for him. “Don’t you think it’s odd just how much he paid attention to you? How often he touched you? It wasn’t like what two straight dudes do. His hands would linger longer than they needed to. And all those insults he’d throw at you. It was just about himself. He hated his small dick. He hated how much bigger you are than him. How much stronger you are. How much wanted to be with you.” 

Each sentence had Stan on edge. He could feel the words wrapping around him painting a completely new picture of his high school experience. Zack had always tried to bully him but it never felt right. There was always that inkling of a feeling in the back of his head telling him to try to see more. But he’d never let the two of them be alone. He’d never give Stan a chance. 

“Fuck…” Stan moaned. His boner was scraping against his shorts. He was so turned on right now. All he could think about was running that baseball player against the wall and shoving his dick all the way up his tight fuckable ass. He kept fighting the urge knowing he was still in public but his hand just kept brushing up against it. 

“Maybe he is big…” Jeremy trailed off as he looked at Stan’s crotch. “Guess you were right Kyle.”

“As I always am,” Kyle smiled. Jeremy’s wet body pulled itself back onto Kyle’s he laid on top of the muscular man. Jeremy’s only response was a kiss. 

Stan turned around and saw the three guys running up to him. He’d heard one of them shout, “there he is!” but as they approached him their tune suddenly changed. They stared up at the giant linebacker in awe. Their anger started to drip away revealing a different feeling. Their hands went in front of their body trying to hide the tell-tale sign. 

“Here I am boys,” Stan held out his arms wide. The three guys tried to take a step back. Stan’s gaze turned to Zack. “We need to talk.” He gripped his shoulder and started walking.

“Wait! We can talk here!” he tried to fight the grip but knew he was just going to be dragged.

“No. Privately,” Stan ordered. His hefty body easily dragged the 170 pound baseball player into the house. He chose the first room with a lock and locked it. Zack landed on a bed and bounced. He looked up at Stan’s large body. His eyes went wide. Stan’s big body crossed the room. He towered over the other man. “We gonna do this or keep playing pretend?” he ordered.

“Please!” Zack shouted. “Please for the love of God. I’ve been waiting for this forever!”

Stan pulled on top of Zack’s and pushed him against the mattress. His giant body easily took control of the situation. He grinded his weight all around Zack’s body as the two explored each other’s mouths. It was such a long time coming. Both men were as hard as they could be. Even though Zack’s three inches barely poked out of his shorts, Stan couldn’t help but feel excited at the prospect. For a brief second Stan felt Zack pause. He looked down at his rival’s eyes to see them go wide. Zack’s smaller body started thrusting against his uncontrollably. 

“Sorry…” Zack muttered. “Guess I got a little too excited… At least my clothes were already messy.” There was a sly grin that crossed his face. 

Stan leaned his weight to the side of Zack. “I guess it’ll be fine. It just means that I get to be on top.”

Zack leaned over for another kiss. “I don’t think I’d have it any other way.”