King for Kyler

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 Loud rock music was playing from the vinyl in the background. Kyler froze on the sizeable brown suede couch, in the vast rustic loft, with a cigar smell. The boy zoned out the brass pipes on the open ceiling and wondered how the hell he ended up here.

There was a big black vintage motorcycle in the middle of the room. It was so sleeky that it might have made out of the surface of the rocket.

But it didn't look finished; it still has parts hanging around, with gears and toolkit spreading on the floor.

However, Kyler knew he did not belong in this room at all. This 18-year-old red-haired boy with a short and skinny body, dead pale skin looked lost on the couch. And only 10 minutes have passed. He already felt that he was getting smaller.

Kyler swallowed hard and glanced at the king-sized bed. He leaned over to see what was in the bedside trash and saw a used condom with a golden wrap that read 'Magnum XL' extra-large.

His throat just dried up.

"!!!"

The bathroom door slammed open, Kyler startled.

The small boy couldn't even turn to make eye contact with that man.

He stared at the view of Los Angeles traffic outside the window.

"Done. Thank you for waiting. I needed that shower, Venice beach was fucking hot today, and you would have passed out in my armpit!"

A burst of deep husky laughter reminded him of a Nordic warrior, the lowest kind of tone that Kyler could never do.

A small body bounced up from the sofa in an awkward manner, and he finally turned to face the man.

Cruz was super tall, so tall that his head almost hit the ceiling. He was packed with whole muscles in every corner of his strong torso. Tanned skin like someone who plays outdoor sport with long black hair dripping with waterdrops as he slicked it back.

A moment passed.

Cruz's deep dark eyes are now staring at him with a glimpse of thirst.

Kyler suddenly blushed. He accidentally glanced at the wet towel that covered just the space between the man's legs.

Cruz's legs were so long that it was equal to the length between Kyler's waist and feet.

The boy's lips shudder. He was super tiny compared to 'Cruz Rizzman', the famous fitness model, athlete, and online influencer.

"Alright, wanna give me some info? Kyler's the name, right ?"

"Y...Yeah," Kyler nodded.

"What do you want to drink? Shit! I only have a beer. "Cruz took two long steps to the kitchen counter, and his fridge had nothing but beers.

"It's okay. I don't drink that much anyway. "

"Boy! you look tense. "Cruz glanced at him as he popped two cans of beers, ignoring Kyler's objections.

"Well... I was- - I was not expecting you to answer my DM on Instagram at all, so - -"

"Is that why you arrive here in one second ?"

Cruz smiled as he slammed the beer with Kyler's, gulped it all up.

Kyler couldn't find words as the tall man signaled him to sit on the bed. Cruz's towel was way too small for him, exposing a bulky hip underneath.

Cruz is a giant, Kyler thought.

"C'mon, you don't have to be so tense. I'm just a guy who is flexing here and there. Just a little more followers on IG doesn't make anyone special".