I pulled into the parking lot of the club, and I remembered the place. We took Cooper here for his 21st birthday, he got so wasted we had to carry him to the car afterwards. I took his hangover (and his beard) the day after so he could have good memories of it too without the mess of a hangover. Gave it back that night, obviously, while he was sleeping. I walked into the building and clocked in. It looked like a typical nightclub, large area for dancing, and a lot of tables around the edges for people to hang out. Overall it was a pretty nice club. I went to the lockers to put my stuff and grab my gear and I felt someone’s hand on my shoulder. “Wassup Bomberman?!” A deep baritone voice said. I turned to see who it was.
I saw a larger man, about 6’8”, with longer raid hair tied behind his head in a bun and a full beard, giving him an almost ‘hippie lumberjack’ look. He was wearing the same kind of clothes I was, and I assumed he was my partner for my job out front. Underneath his equally tight clothes you could see a large body, a fairly large chest, but smaller than mine, and what would best be described as a muscle gut. Through his tight pants you could see a long cock snaking down his right pant leg, semi-hard (probably from looking at me!). His feet were huge too, probably size 15 or bigger. What really stood out to me though was the size of his arms. Saying that his upper arms were the size of melons would be a bit of an understatement, and the sleeves were almost bursting on his shirt, and his forearms were incredibly vascular and you could see every twitch of a muscle. His hands were alarmingly huge too, his palms were probably the size of my face. I figured he was a pretty hairy guy, you could clearly see thick hair on his forearms and on the back of his hand. I ‘remembered’ his name was Kyle, and the two of us always worked outside together since we worked really well together and got along well.
I had an immediate crush on him.
“Hey, Hot Rod, how’s it going!?” I replied. Hot Rod was his nickname, because of his ‘fiery’ hair and his huge dick that he was so proud of. I remembered why mine was BomberMan too - they initially wanted to call me “Sex Bomb” for my incredible sex appeal but the manager didn’t want “Sex” on the shirt, so they went with BomberMan because I’m also an avid gamer. I talked with Kyle for a bit, watching his arms move as he talked. He really moved them around a lot when he talked, which didn’t help my horniness. He talked about a game I recommended him, and how much he enjoyed it. I could tell he was a really nice guy, one of those people without a bad bone in their body.
We moved the conversation outside to talk as we worked, checking IDs and enforcing dress code for the patrons. A lot of the women that came through stared at me as they walked in (and I even saw a couple take pictures too), but I didn’t care. I had my eyes on Kyle.
A couple hours in, a woman I recognized approached, and immediately Kyle’s eyes lit up. “Hey babe!” He grabbes her and pulled her in for a kiss. This was Samantha, Kyle’s girlfriend. Of course someone like Kyle would be in a relationship.
Samantha was also an attractive woman. She had longer blonde hair, tied into a ponytail in the back. She was wearing a green plaid shirt and jeans, which complimented her body nicely. She wasn’t a fat girl, but she had a healthy amount of meat on her bones. Honestly, it just made her look even more beautiful.
After their kiss, Samantha turned to me. “Hey Devon!” She smiled and winked at me, which would be flattering if I wasn’t so horny for her boyfriend. Samantha and her friends went inside, and Kyle stared at her ass as she walked away.
I felt a little bad for pining for Kyle so hard, since he was in a happy, and more importantly, straight, relationship, but my newly acquired need to swap sprang up, and I only had a couple targets in mind. Now the real question was, should I swap something with Kyle just as a kind of keepsake, or maybe I should swap around some relationships…