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Next chapter of the story, along with another illustration from my mate "Reeddune". This one is of AJ from the front! ? Eight I spent the next three days in a state of almost dizzy happiness. This hadn’t gone unnoticed by my mum, who wrongly suspected it had something to do with whoever she thought I’d gone drinking with the Friday before. I hadn’t heard from AJ, though. I had been tempted to get in touch with him. Roughly about four to five hundred times a day. I’d even opened Facebook a couple of times with the intention of sending him a message, but each time I backed out. He had been the one to get in touch with me initially, and it had been me who’d made the first move the next day. I figured it was his turn next. But while the prospect of more cheeky, bodybuilding related banter with AJ filled with me excitement, the idea of actually seeing him in the flesh filled with me nerves. It was completely absurd. The week before I was training with him and making jokes about the fact he had trouble walking through doorways without turning sideways, and now the thought of casually bumping into him made my stomach twist in knots. And yet, when I entered the gym to discover he wasn’t there, my heart dropped from disappointment. During the shoulders and back workout I was following from AJ’s training plan, I decided I would message him on Facebook when I’d finished. So what if I’d been the one to reach out first the last time? Half way through my training I had stopped to fill up my water bottle from the water machine when someone behind me suddenly spoke. “I reckon you should go for blue!” It startled me so much that I jumped. So much so that AJ Jones laughed and apologised. Seeing him in the flesh standing before me, looking painfully huge and adorably cute seemed to vanquish any nerves I had been feeling earlier. My insides seemed to be doing summersaults. Or maybe it was just those butterflies. His hair wasn’t so styled as it has been before, and was even a little fluffy at the front. Which I found completely adorable. It was like he hadn’t really bothered to make an effort. It was funny, because no matter how times I saw AJ, I still couldn’t get used to just how ridiculously huge and muscular he was. Those arms. The shoulders. The chest. He looked like a fucking cartoon that had been drawn into the ordinary setting of a leisure centre gym. “Sorry - what were you saying? Blue …?” “Posers!” he cheekily said with a completely straight face. OH MY FUCKING GOD!! He did NOT just say that, I thought. I blushed furiously. “For your first bodybuilding competition!” His face then cracked and his mouth grew into a wide, mischievous grin. I felt my face relax and soften into a grin, but I was still blushing. AJ chuckled. “How’s the training going?” “Yeah, good! Legs have recovered. Just about!” I said, making a face. “What are you working on today?” “Back and shoulders!” AJ nodded. “Nice! Oh, shit. There’s my client,” he suddenly said looking around. My heart dropped again. “Oh, I’ve been thinking.” My heart pounded. I had no idea what AJ was about to say. “The being shy on stage thing? You can just ask Mark Green how he overcomes it when he gives you your first training session at Scorpio’s!” FUCKING HELL! I couldn’t help but sheepishly smirk, while being reminded of our utterly awesome Facebook messages. I knew AJ was only joking, but I couldn’t help fantasising about that very scenario playing out. Being trained by 6’3 monster Mark, and AJ by my side, too. Just for the company. Or maybe protection. “Would that be before or after he’s put me in a protein shake?” I playfully asked. AJ giggled. The cute, little giggle I was becoming to love so much. I was definitely going message him on Facebook later that afternoon. “See you later, mate!” he said, his eyes glistening and his face all grinning, before he walked away with his big, beefy bum sticking out of his trackie bottoms. And there it was, again. That same, hot little bodybuilder waddle I’d witnessed in Tesco just a few weeks before. I was not long through the door when my mum sprung a question on me. “Do you want to come with me to see your nan? You‘ve barely seen her since you came back.” I groaned, but then instantly felt guilty. “When are you going?!” I asked. “In half an hour!” “Fine!” I said, begrudgingly. When my nan opened her door and saw me, her face lit up. She excitedly held her hands up in front of her, like she just couldn’t wait to grab my face. “What have been doing with yourself, Noah?” she asked me, as we were sat down. “Erm … not much! Just chilling out.” “Eating me out of house and home!” my mum replied. I rolled my eyes. “I joined the gym last week.” The way my nan looked at me, all doughy eyed, grinning wildly with that glint in her eye, you’d think I was indulging in the most riveting conversation in the world. Not talking about eating and joining a gym. “Any jobs going at the gym?” my mum quipped. I rolled my eyes again. “He doesn’t want to be wasting his time doing that!” my nan exclaimed. “Thanks, nan!” I said, looking at my mum with a sly grin. “You’ve got to enjoy yourself while you’re young, dear,” my nan continued. “Oh, he does, don’t worry! And have you heard from any of these publishing work experience placements you’ve applied for?” my mother asked. Ugh! “Not yet!” I replied, becoming increasingly annoyed at my mother. “I told you, they’re hard to get on!” “And how’s your special friend, Natalie?” my nan asked. “Naomi!” I said, correcting her. I exchanged grins with my mum. Nan always referred to Naomi as my “special friend”. “Yeah, she’s good. She’s staying in Brighton for the summer but she’s coming back in a few weeks for the weekend.” “You didn’t tell me that!” my mum said. “He never tells me anything!” I wondered whether she was about to mention “Internet gay sex dating apps”. I’m pretty sure the fact we were sat in front of my nan was the only reason she didn’t. “Whatever happened to that other boy you were friends with?The really little one?” my nan then asked. Oh my God! My heart started pounding. Surely she was talking about Reece Miller, my ex best friend who outed me in Year 11? “You mean Reece?” I asked. “Ugh!” my mum exclaimed. “That little - oooh, I tell you, if I ever see him again!” When my mum found out what Reece had done, she’d marched round to his house to confront him and ended up having a shouting match with his mum about how to raise her kids properly. I was partly mortified, but at the same time, it was also pretty fucking awesome. “No, that wasn’t him,” my nan said. “He had a funny name!” Oh Fuck. My cheeks burned up and I couldn’t seem to look at my mum. I knew exactly who my nan was talking about. “AJ!” my mum replied. The word sounded strange coming my mother. It was like someone had given my heart a little pinch. “Awww, little AJ!” my mum said, gushingly. “I still see his mum.” “Do you?!” I quickly said, surprised, and with way too much interest. “Yeah!” she said looking at me curiously. “I’m sure she said he worked in Tesco’s but I’ve never seen him in there.” OH. MY. FUCKING. GOD. I felt like I wanted the ground to swallow me whole. I knew for a fact that my mum had seen AJ in Tesco, because he’d told me himself that he had. And that he’d even said hi to her. She clearly hadn’t made the connection between “Little AJ” and the obscenely muscular tank whose thick chest and enormous arms bulged in and around the material of his work shirt. I had no idea how I’d react if she ever did make that connection, or perhaps manage to spot his name badge, and then proceed to tell me that he was now a fuck off huge bodybuilder. Or whatever words my mum would use. I desperately changed the subject from AJ, failing to tell my mum that a) yes, he did work in Tesco because, b) I saw him in there the other week, c) he also works at the Leisure Centre gym and gave me my induction, d) I’ve also had a personal training session with him, e) I’ve been exchanging funny, cheeky, mostly bodybuilding related messages with him on Facebook for the past few days, because f) he’s an outrageously muscular, competitive bodybuilding muscle bull, who g) I haven’t been able to stop thinking about for the past week or so. “Why does nan always call Naomi my “special friend”?” I asked my mum on the walk back home. My mum laughed. “Who knows? I don’t think she thinks that a boy and a girl can just be friends. Or maybe it’s her word for the LGBG - what is it - people, community?” I smiled and shook my head. “It’s LGBT. Just say gay people!” “I’m trying to be trendy!” she said, smiling. My phone pinged. I innocently checked it without thinking and I felt a familiar jolt of excitement when I saw the words AJ Jones has sent you a message on my screen. Apparently I failed to hide my emotions from my mother. “What are you grinning that? Oooh, another text. Is that your new boyfriend?” “Mum!” I exclaimed. I was mortified. My mother was completely OK with me being gay but I still didn’t fell comfortable talking to her about guys I was dating. “Well there’s someone you keep going out with every Friday night.” I rolled my eyes. I refused to reveal, or say any more and spent the rest of the walk home listening to her complain about one of the neighbours, while dying to know what cheeky, funny, muscle related message AJ has sent me. “So, I’ve been thinking. I should really have a nickname. All of the best bodybuilders have them. And if you want to be a shredded muscle freak, you should really have one too!” I jumped on my bed with my phone, the biggest grin on my face. “Hehe! Sounds good.” A few minute’s passed, then three dots. God, I loved those dots. “Whose shall we chose first?” “Let’s go with you!” I replied. “Hehe! OK, you won’t know these names, but I’ll give you some examples of bodybuilder’s with nicknames. Chris “Freaky Peaks” Jackson. Tommy “The Tank” Foster. Liam “The Guns” Watson.” This is hilarious, I thought. Not only did I know and love all three of the famous muscle freaks he’d listed, but I’d also shot a load to each and every one of them at some point. Tommy Foster just a few short days ago. What the hell would AJ think if he knew this? “Any suggestions?” Then he sent the emoji with the big, teeth bearing grin. I typed the first thing that came into my head. “Hmmm. How about AJ “The Freakazoid” Jones?” “FUCK YEAH!! Haha! Love it.” “AJ “The Incredible Bulk” Jones?” “OMG! That’s awesome!” “AJ “Is That Even Human? I Think It Might Just Be” Jones?” “HAHA!! Yep. That’s the keeper!” Then he sent the crying face emoji. I thought of a few more nicknames in my head. AJ “Cutie McBeefy Bum” Jones. AJ “Why Are You So Fucking Hot?” Jones. And AJ “As In Noah’s New Boyfriend, AJ” Jones. Somehow I didn’t quite have the nerve to share them. “OK. Now it’s time to think of your nickname.” I couldn’t stop smiling. AJ was typing another message. “How about…Noah “The Buff Cookster” Cook?” I grinned wildly. “I like it! GRRRR!” Oh God. I can’t believe I just GRRRR’ed at AJ! “Did you just GRRRR?” AJ messaged. “I think I just did!” And then I sent the blushing face, eyes wide open emoji. “You’ll be GRAARR’ing next! I’m such a bad influence.” “You always were!” It was the first time either of us had mentioned anything about the time we were friends at school. It felt weird, but also kinda nice. He sent a shocked face emoij. “What do you mean?!” “Erm…the bookmarks from the book fair at primary school!” “OMG! Haha. OK, we both stole them.” “Yes, but you’re the one who came up with the idea to shove them up the sleeves of our school jumpers!” “Hehe. OK, but the prank phone calls to Mrs Bennett in Year 8 were your idea.” “Oh God! Remember when she said our names down the phone? AJ! Noah! I know it’s you two!” “Haha! We fucking shit ourselves.” And for a moment he wasn’t AJ The Bodybuilder. He was just my old friend AJ from school. Until his next message came through. “OK, back to the nicknames. How about Noah “The Super Shredder” Cook? “Shredder” because you’d be all shredded and shit.” My dick twitched. The thought of me shredded. Hell yeah! “I feel like I would be shredded.” I replied. “Oh, to the fucking BONE, mate.” My face literally ached from smiling so much. “OK, I’ve got one for me,” I messaged. “Noah “What’s Cooking? Shredded Fucking BEEF” Cook.” “OH MY GOD!! I LOVE IT! You’re so much better at this than I am.” I pulled a face to myself. “Nah! Yours are awesome, mate!” I messaged. “I guess that’s why you’re at uni and I work in Tesco.” And then he sent the crying with laughter emoji. The message completely threw me. It was so odd to read a comment where AJ was putting himself down. I almost hated seeing it. Like the idea of AJ having a single negative thought about himself upset me and I felt an almost overwhelming urge to remind him just how awesome, and cute, and funny he was. “Oh please! Anyone can get into uni these days!” “Thanks. I think!” I felt a jolt of panic. “NO! I didn’t mean it like that!” “Hehe! I KNOW! Don’t worry, mate.” And then he sent the cutest emoji of them all. The AJ emoji. And I suddenly felt stupid. And a little embarrassed that I’d panicked so much at the thought that I’d offended him. “So…AJ “Is That Even Human? I Think It Might Just Be” Jones and Noah “What’s Cooking? Shredded Fucking BEEF” Cook it is then! The world won’t know what’s hit it.” I lay my head on the pillow, my phone resting on my duvet. Just staring at the screen and smiling. I felt like I could have just lay there chatting to AJ all day. And in that moment, I genuinely couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt that happy.

Seven When I woke up early the next morning, I felt like I was fucking dying. What was this pain? In my head. In my arms. In my legs. Oh my GOD, my fucking legs. The way I was feeling was clearly the price for having a personal training session with an absurdly sexy bodybuilder, who I’d later indulged in cheeky, friendly banter with on Facebook. And then it hit me, and the pain was temporarily relieved. AJ Jones had messaged me on Facebook the night before. What the FUCK?! I looked at the conversation again on my phone and I was fairly convinced that it was genuine, and not, as I’d momentarily suspected last night, some kind of prank his friends had put him up to. Because what would be funny about that? And oh yeah, AJ’s friends probably aren’t twelve years old. I grinned like mad as I re-read his messages. “Come to Scorpio’s”. “I’ll squeeze a mean most muscular in their face”. “I’ll look after you”. I suddenly imagined AJ lying next to me in bed. One of his enormous arms wrapped around me. My head resting on his huge chest as he softly kissed the top of my head, nursing me better. Looking at the messages again, I realised that I kind of killed off the conversation with that single emoji. I needed to redeem myself. Considerably more nervous than I’d been while messaging him the night before, I composed a reply. “MY LEGS ARE KILLING ME!!” I hit send, but nothing came back. Fuck! Why had I used capital letters? At the time I thought they were funny and dramatic. Now they just looked like I was trying too hard. Walking to the bathroom was a monumental task. My legs really were fucking killing me. All this pain for what? The ability to maybe wear a vest by the end of summer, which I’ll still, no doubt, feel incredibly self conscious in? Fuck that! When I eagerly checked my phone on return to my bed, AJ still hadn’t replied. I hate that torturous feeling of waiting for someone you like to get back to you. After checking my phone for what felt like about six hundred times I managed to go back to sleep. I woke up an hour later, head considerably less fuzzy but still aching all over. My whole body then seemed to go into a kind of excited jolt when I saw a notification on my phone screen. AJ had replied to my message. Fuck YES! “HAHA!” (Capital letters!) “Well you can’t say I didn’t warn you, mate!” Ridiculously, the word “mate” stung. Seriously? I was fucking upset because a bodybuilder called me mate? I am an absolutely ridiculous human being, I thought. What the fuck else was he supposed to call me? But a warm feeling was buzzing through me at the fact that AJ had replied. I compiled a message. “If this is what it takes, I’m not sure I want to be a shredded muscle freak after all.” But I bottled it, erased the message and wrote another one. “It just took me twenty minutes to walk to the bathroom!” AJ sent the crying with laughter face emoji. I couldn’t resist following it up. “I almost gave up and pissed myself on the landing.” “HAHAHA!! Wait till the morning after your first session at your soon to be new gym, Scorpio’s!” And then he sent three of the AJ emoji’s. I giddly grinned at the reference to our conversation last night. “I’ll need more than just a bodyguard. I’ll need an on site paramedic.” “The pain won’t be as bad next time. Promise! You’re body’s just not used to it.” There was something incredibly sweet about that “promise”. I’ll look after you. Promise! The pain will go away. Promise! I’ll let you squeeze my outrageously flexed bicep until you shoot a load in your undies and then I’ll cuddle the fuck out of you afterwards. Promise! A serious question then popped into my head. A question which could even make the idea of me going to Scorpio’s less of a fantasy. “Are you a personal trainer at Scorpio’s, too?” Three dots. “Nah. We do have trainers though.” Curiously, AJ asked me if I wanted to see one. He told me to “brace myself” and then my head almost exploded when he sent me a picture of a huge, roided muscle bull on stage at a bodybuilding show, flexing a massive crab most muscular in a pair of shiny, purple posing trunks. FUCKING HELL! He was a bit of a daddy, as bald as a coot (hmmm, make that TWO coots) and, though round around the edges in a very British working class way, he was sexy as fucking hell. He was exactly the type of bodybuilder I’d happily spunk off to and I was instantly hard. I was also fucking buzzing at the fact AJ had sent me such a picture. The kind of picture I usually only shared with my fellow muscle loving contacts over the Internet. I messaged him back with three shocked faces emojis and followed it with, “He’s a monster!” “HAHA! Yep.” I couldn’t resist going further. “He barely looks human!” “HA! I love that!” AJ messaged. “Shredded to the bone.” Oh God. Did I actually just send that? AJ sent a shocked emoji face, then a, “Fuck yeah!” which, for some reason, caused my dick to start furiously juddering. I was engaging in cheeky, friendly, bodybuilding relating banter with an actual bodybuilder and it was both the horniest and most exciting thing in the world. “You’re picking up the lingo!” AJ then messaged. I sent the AJ emoji and couldn’t resist elaborating on his comment. “Fuck yeah! Look at that huge shredded muscle freak squeezing out a mean most muscular! How was that?!” My heart was pounding as I sent it and I was insanely turned on. “HAHA! Perfect, mate. You’ll fit right in at Scorpio’s!” I sent the AJ emoji again. God, I loved messaging him. Even more than I had the night before. Three dots. AJ was composing another message. “His name’s Mark Green. He’s this year’s regional bodybuilding champion. He’s about 6’3 too!” “Oh my God! He really would mistake me for one of his six meals a day.” “Hehe. believe it or not he’s actually a really sweet guy . Really gentle. Kinda shy!” What the fuck?! The idea that a 6’3 champion bodybuilding muscle monster in shiny purple posers could be described as any of those things completely baffled me. “No way!” I replied. “Yep. He’s kinda like a bodybuilder version of you.” And then my heart went into my throat. What a fucking weird thing for AJ to say. Likening me to a bodybuilder? Pointing out my personality traits? Why would AJ spend any time thinking about what my personality was like? My heart started to thump and I wondered, was there any, actual small chance that something more was going on with AJ and I? And then I felt utterly ridiculous. Because of course there fucking wasn’t. AJ didn’t need to be interested in me to notice my personality traits. He was clearly just perceptive and thoughtful. Which all just made me like him even more. I stared at the screen. I had no idea how to appropriately respond to his comment. He wasn’t typing either. No dots. Fuck, fuck, fuck. And then it came to me. “Yeah, I don’t think I’d make a very good bodybuilder. I think I’d shit myself on stage!” AJ replied. “Hehe! Believe it or not, the first time I competed I was bricking it.” I didn’t believe it. I’d seen the pictures of AJ on stage and saw the kind of playful, cheeky and cocky attitude he’d adopted when he hit his poses. For some reason the idea of AJ being all nervous made my heart swell. “No way! I can’t imagine it!” I messaged. “Yep. I got over it pretty fast, though!” And there it was again. The AJ emoji with the one eye closed and the tongue sticking out. I’d always loved that emoji, but I loved it even more since AJ had started using it. “I KNOW. I’ve seen the pictures!” “Hehe! I promise I’m not that cocky off stage. It’s just sort of what bodybuilders do when they compete!” “Hmmm. I believe you!” I replied. “It’s true! I don’t strut around sticking my tongue out at people in Tesco’s or anything!” “HAHA!! I didn’t notice a strut.” I messaged. “Maybe a bit of a waddle?” “Hmmm. Maybe a bit. Now you mention it!” As if I hadn’t noticed that fucking waddle. As if that waddle hadn’t been permanently imprinted on my muscle obsessed brain. “HAHA! Every bodybuilder wants to have a waddle. Don’t worry about being shy though. I’ll give you plenty of posing tips!” AJ messaged. “You might have your work cut out for you.” “Nah! We’ll have you strutting around in a pair of posers sticking your tongue out as you flex a front double bicep in no time.” OH MY FUCKING GOD! Posers! He just fucking said the word, posers! Before I could respond, three more dots appeared. “Sorry. More bodybuilding terms.” And then the most insanely amazing thing happened. He sent me through a picture of his lime green posers. The exceptionally shiny ones from his Facebook pictures of him in competition. Just lying there on what was presumably the blue duvet of his bed. FUCKING HELL!! Was this actually happening?! “These are posers. Or posing trunks. Fetching, huh?” I laughed. “Oh, very! Is that your outfit for the gym?” “HAHA! No, but I could probably get away with that!” And then the AJ emoji came through again. What a fucking image! “They’re more comfortable than they look. You’ll find out soon.” FUCKING FUCK FUCK! My dick was going crazy and I couldn’t resist a cheeky tug under my duvet. My heart then sank when his next message came through. “Sorry, mate. Gotta dash. Shift at job #2. Tesco’s.” And a sad emoji face. I couldn’t resist. “Will you be wearing your posers?” “HAHA!! I’d probably get arrested. I’d definitely get fired!” And then I had an image of AJ strutting through Tesco’s wearing nothing but his shiny, lime green posers and a gorgeous, cocky grin. Walking up to every unsuspecting shopper he came to and squeezing out an attitude filled, power packed pose. Tongue out, gob open, grunts and groans, the works. I said goodbye to AJ and put down my phone. My whole body was bursting with adrenaline. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. The picture of 6’3 muscle monster, Mark Green, the cheeky banter, the picture of the posers lying on his bed (fuck!), the “bodybuilder version of you”. I was absolutely buzzing. The conversation had also left me ridiculously horny. I was tempted to wank off to the picture of Mark. I was even tempted to wank off to the picture of AJ’s posing trunks. But I didn’t. Because it didn’t quite feel right. So I headed to YouTube and chose a video of my favourite 212 class bodybuilder, Tommy “The Tank” Foster, instead. He was probably about the same height as AJ, and just as outrageously cocky with his posing. After I shot a huge load into my boxers the moment Tommy crunched down into an abs and thighs, I rolled over and spent the rest of the morning dozing in and out sleep with this warm, happy feeling buzzing through me. But it wasn’t the famous American pro bodybuilder I’d just blown a load to who was occupying my every thought. It was the boy I’d just been exchanging the most amazing messages with. I was thinking about his lime green posers. Fantasising about being at Scorpio’s with him, where he’d take me under his wing and look after me. Maybe even teach me how to pose. Tell me what faces to pull when I flexed on stage. I thought about him working at Tesco in his tight, blue polo shirt at that very moment, thinking about our conversation. And I couldn’t help picturing him wearing a similar, giddy grin to mine as he did.

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TWINK NUMBER TWELVE (or “FUCK ZOMBIES -- THE SERIES”) (A Later Chapter from the “Saul Bennett” Saga) By absman420 (AUTHOR’S NOTE: After reading Tattcub’s awesome contribution my “Saul Bennett” universe, I decided I wanted to play with a chapter myself. So, yes, this is a sequel to “Why You Shouldn’t Trust Saul Bennett”, but not a direct sequel -- it would come somewhat later, near the denouement of the series. And it doesn’t end the saga, either. Ha! But it should give you some idea of what I was intending to do with the overall plot.. (Thanks, tattcub, for re-inspiring me.) ************ They wanted to film a test scene -- that’s all Mikey knew as he walked into the studio -- but he had attitude, anyway. They were making him audition, like he was just some kid looking for work, not an established name at a major studio. He’d heard rumors that the producer guy, this Saul Bennett he was meeting today, was kind of an asshole. But he was big in the industry -- really big -- he could make or break a guy’s career. And MIkey was kind of hoping for “make” -- he’d suck anybody’s cock for the right incentive. And Mikey was a VERY talented bottom boy. Youth and flexibility -- and a seemingly insatiable sexual appetite -- kept the public interested. No matter who was fucking him, not matter what the scene, no matter the budget, Mikey looked like he loved it. And in fact, he really did. He got to fuck for hours on end with these amazingly hot guys in front of an audience -- nothing could be more tailor-made. Right before he got out of his car, he did a little bump of tina -- it helped him relax and ride the ride -- he had a whole little system of bathroom breaks worked out to keep his buzz fresh when shooting. He kept a supply in his makeup kit. The offices were on the ground level and the studio was in the basement -- so they could control light and noise more easily, Mikey guessed. He quickly crossed the parking lot and entered the building, thinking to himself how empty and deserted the area was -- an anomaly in Southern California -- but porn studios had to exist where they could afford to, he supposed, usually on the outskirts of society. Mikey entered the reception area and found it empty, though the lights were on and the background music was lightly playing -- it appeared as if the receptionist had just stepped out for a second. On the other hand, Mikey thought, it WAS a Saturday -- maybe there was no weekend receptionist? The receptionist’s desk was completely clean but for one manilla envelope that had Mikey’s name written on it in marker. He dropped his backpack the floor and opened the envelope -- a handwritten note paperclipped to a form. “MIKEY --” the note read, “WE ARE DOWNSTAIRS IN PRODUCTION. PLEASE SIGN THE ATTACHED RELEASE AND JOIN US ON SET AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. THANKS, SAUL BENNETT” A standard release form with the title “FUCK ZOMBIES -- The Series” across the top. “Zombie Porn?” Mikey thought, rolling his eyes. “What next…?” Giggling to himself, he quickly signed the form, assuming it was like all the others he’d signed through the years. He wasn’t sure whether to leave it on the desk or take it with him to give to them on set, but he quickly decided on the latter and stuffed it into his backpack. He didn’t see the small digital camera mounted on the wall behind the desk that emotionlessly recorded his signing the form, stuffing it into his backpack and exiting the office. He didn’t see the camera in the hallway that followed his progress to the staircase leading downstairs to the studio, either. More, he didn’t realize the staircase door locked behind him as he went through. Mikey had no idea that he was already in the movie. ********** There was nothing to tell him he shouldn’t -- no production light, no sign -- so Mikey pushed the door open and stepped inside, hearing the swoosh and click of the door closing behind him. It was a big space -- bigger than anything Mikey had ever worked in -- easily a thousand square feet, each corner with a separate set (except the corner he was standing in, that just had production equipment, cameras and cables and boxes) -- great porn backgrounds. But empty -- not a soul on set, although lit like they were filming -- it’s like everybody took a smoke break at the same time. The place stank of new sex and old sweat. “Hello?” Mikey tentatively called, his voice echoing through the space as he looked around more carefully. In the far left corner was a locker room set, replete with a row of metal lockers, a tiled shower area, a urinal and a wooden bench. The far right corner, another set, a wrestling mat with a giant scoreboard on the wall behind it, another bench and a banner reading “PRIAPUS U” in collegiate font. And before him was the gym set, a squat rack, a cable crossover, big mirrors on the wall for the Priapus Tops to flex for themselves, and a bench press, partially obscured in Mikey’s sightline. But then he heard somebody move, as if coming to awareness themselves. “Hello?” Mikey called, taking a few steps forward. Again, another moan -- and then Mikey could see. There was a guy tied to the bench press! “What the fuck…?” Mikey said under his breath as he quickened his pace. Okay, it’s a porn set, and the guy was tied to the bench with those rubber warm-up bands that bodybuilders use to pump up with, but still… The guy was face down on the bench, his hips straddling the end, so that he wasn’t quite able to kneel on the floor -- his arms tied to the opposite end with the rubber bands, so he couldn’t get up either. He wore the remains of a jockstrap and athletic socks pulled to the knee -- from the looks of it, his hole had been worked hard -- there was clearly the remains of sex leaking from him. From the sounds he made on Mikey’s approach, he was clearly gagged, too. Nicely built guy, lean, swimmer’s bod -- oddly, there was something familiar about him. It wasn’t until Mikey saw him from the front that he recognized the poor gagged boy. “BUNNY?!?” he nearly screamed, kneeling to pull the gag off. (The gag was a jockstrap tied round Bunny’s head, holding another jockstrap that had been stuffed in his mouth -- both used.) “What the fuck…? What’s going on?” Bunny was talking before the jockstrap was completely out. “You gotta get out of here!” he squealed in his bass-less tenor. “Hurry! Before he comes back! It’s not a movie, Mikey! It’s not a fucking movie!” Mikey frantically untied the rubber straps, trying desperately to free his friend. “Hold on,” he whispered. “Almost got it….” And then he did! “There!” Bunny was nearly crying, trying to sit up on the bench -- Mikey had seen Bunny naked a million times, but he’d never noticed fey little Bunny being in this kind of shape -- he looked like a swimmer, not a twink. Bunny must be off the meth. “He just kept fucking me and fucking me. He was fucking relentless!” Mikey sat next to him and held him as he regained his strength. “What happened, Bunny?” he tried to say calmly. “What’s going on?” The tears started to flow. “I thought it was a movie,” he sobbed. “Just a scene -- but with Mick Masterman! A fucking legend! Who wouldn’t do that?” “Mick Masterman? That limp-dicked old has-been…?” “NO!” Bunny yelled, suddenly agitated again -- scared. “He was on something! He was fucking HUGE, like some over-roided bodybuilder, hairy… crazy! Like, roid-rage crazy! And his cock -- that gigantic cock... he just. Kept. Fucking!” Sobbing again, Bunny buried his head in Mikey’s neck. Mikey tried to comfort him, reaching around his friend’s well-defined upper back (since when did Bunny have such a nice build?), but in fact, his only real thought was escape. Escape and sort it out later. “Let’s get out of here,” he said. But they weren’t able to leave -- the door was locked. It must’ve locked behind him as Mikey had entered. Fuck. He banged against the handle a few times, to no avail -- it was locked. Fuck. His cell phone! He tapped his pockets -- it was in his backpack! He’d put it on airplane mode and slipped it into his pack so it wouldn’t interfere with filming. He’d dropped his backpack by the camera when he first saw Bunny. There! Mikey squatted down and dug the phone out -- no signal, of course. They were in a basement -- when he heard Bunny say, “Do I look bigger to you?” Mikey looked up to see Bunny looking at himself in the mirrors of the gym set. “What?” “I’m bigger,” Bunny said, caught somewhere between joy and horror as he timidly flexed. “What’s happening to me?” Mikey wanted to remain calm -- he wanted to be the strong one, the leader -- but he really wasn’t that Alpha-type. Worse, he was still under Tina’s influence. Still, points to Mikey for trying so hard. “We gotta get out of here,” he said, as he approached Bunny. “C’mon… we’ll figure it out later.” “What if what they’d done to that guy Masterman was, like, something you could CATCH? Like an STD?” “Bunny, that’s fucking crazy,” Mikey said, putting his arm around Bunny’s shoulders and trying to lead the muscular twink toward the door. “It’s the lights, or the mirrors, or something -- we’ll figure it out later.” But Bunny shook him off, keeping his focus on his reflection. “But you should’ve seen that guy, Mikey. He was huge -- like the Hulk huge. And he just kept fucking me with that huge cock…” Mikey suddenly noticed Bunny’s cock, barely held by the tattered jockstrap he’d been raped in -- Bunny’s cock was getting hard. “I’m getting bigger, Mikey. Like, I’m a regular GYM-Bunny now!” He put his hands behind his head and flexed his abs, smirking. “Look at that!” he said, more to himself than Mikey. “This is crazy…” “Bunny....” “It’s okay, Mikey,” he said -- double biceps -- “I feel okay. Better than okay.” His cock WAS getting harder. “Bunny, five minutes ago you were tied to a bench press being raped -- you’re NOT okay.” Bunny flexed his impressive pecs, lost in his own reflection. “Yeah, he fucked me pretty good,” Bunny said, adjusting his growing cock absently. Once he touched it, though, it got his attention. “Holy fuck,” he said. “My cock, too! My fucking COCK is bigger!” “Bunny…” “No, seriously, dude! My cock is bigger. I don’t know what they did to me -- but I’m getting muscles and I’m fuckin’ horny as hell at the same time! This is fuckin’ crazy! LOOK AT ME!!!” He was bigger now -- there was no question about it. Bunny was literally growing before their eyes. What the fuck was going on? Impossible… Mikey was starting to panic, hyperventilate. All he could think about was escape. Running back to the door, he slammed his weight against it -- all 145 pounds -- not that it did much good. It wasn’t budging. He looked back at Bunny, who was openly masturbating while looking at himself in the mirror, a smile on his face, running his hand over his significant cock, while the other hand caressed his rock hard abs.. “Fuck!” Mikey swore. “Fuck… THINK! There’s gotta be a way out of here! Bunny, is there any other way out of here?” “That’s a fuckin’ TOP’S cock, isn’t it?” Bunny asked, his voice gaining a kind of an edge, a kind of roughness, a deepness it hadn’t had before. In the locker room set, there was a door with “Coach’s Office” stenciled on its frosted window -- maybe that led somewhere. Desperately, Mikey ran to it and ripped it open, only to discover it was a prop door that led nowhere. Mikey was beginning to seriously panic. “How come we never fucked, Mikey?” Bunny asked, turning away from the mirror in the gym set and slowly strolling toward Mikey in the locker room portion of the set -- not casually, more like he was stalking his prey. He still had the jock on, but his cock was throbbing out the top band, SIGNIFICANTLY bigger than Mikey had remembered it, even the few times Mikey had seen Bunny hard. It leaked precum. “Cause we’re friends, Bunny,” Mikey said, his voice quivering even as he tried to remain calm. Trying to joke, he added, “And we’re both bottoms…” “Maybe…” Bunny said, stroking his big cock without breaking eye-contact with Mikey, “...but who could be a bottom with a cock like this?” Mikey kept backing away, until he was against the lockers. “C’mon, Bunny… stop…” Bunny snorted, coming right up into Mikey, putting his very muscular arms on either side of him, trapping him. “Why, Mikey?” he growled. “You came here to make a movie -- let’s make a movie!” Mikey pushed against Bunny’s meaty pectorals, unable to move the growing beast. Bunny easily shoved him against the lockers, laughing while he did it. “Stop…” Mikey whined, nearly in tears. As Bunny tried to kiss him, Mikey turned his head away and said, “No!” Bunny was enraged. “Fuck you!” he roared, slapping Mikey across the face. Before MIkey could react, Bunny grabbed his jaw and forced Mikey into a kiss. Mikey could feel Bunny pressing into him, feel Bunny’s rock hard cock against his abs as Bunny’s tongue invaded his mouth. Still, he struggled. He struggled like the caught prey he was. “Yeah, fight,” Bunny growled. “Fuckin’ hot...” Without any real effort, Bunny’s ever-growing strength forced Mikey down over the locker room bench, easily dominating him, knocking the wind out of him slightly. Bent over the side, Bunny was on him in a flash, ready to mount him. Tearing Mikey’s joggers off, Bunny exposed Mikey’s pert little ass, framed in the little neon-colored jockstrap he wore. “Fuck…” Bunny mumbled, his voice deeper along with his new size, gravelly. Mikey tried to escape, but Bunny easily held him down with one massive arm -- then Mikey felt Bunny’s cock press against his hole. “NO!” Mikey screamed, finding his breath. “Stop! Please… BUNNY!” But Bunny slathered his dick in spit and pre, and pressed right on in. Now, Mikey was a talented bottom, but even he needed a warm-up before taking something this large -- and even then, willingly. He tried to breathe. “Tight...” Bunny grumbled, pushing more in. Mikey had done a scene once with a Brazilian guy who was over eleven-and-a-half inches, and it took most of the morning (and most of his poppers) before Mikey could completely take the guy. But that guy had been a good top -- he knew what his dick could do to people -- he spent a LOT of time on foreplay, preparing his target, teasing his way inside. This rabid Bunny just forced his way in. Bunny had clearly never fucked a guy before -- he was like a young buck mating for the first time -- he didn’t know what to do with his dick. His thrusts were uneven and arhythmic, forceful and blunt -- a desperate and angry fuck. He was getting off on his own power, his own growth -- Mikey just happened to be the hole he was inside. Mikey struggled, of course, not that it did much good. As Bunny got bigger and bigger, his strength increased, too. He was so deep inside Mikey, he nearly crushed his prostate. Mikey didn’t want to enjoy it, but he’d never taken anything like this before -- he’d have liked to been a lot higher. His ass was so full… And suddenly, the assault increasing as Bunny neared orgasm. Mikey realized his own cock was rock hard -- why? -- just as Bunny exploded into him, causing Mikey to orgasm himself. He’d never felt anything so unexpected and intense. They both screamed. Bunny didn’t stop fucking, but the thrusts slowed down as he dumped more and more cum into Mikey’s hole. It didn’t leak out -- it was like it was filling him and the root of Bunny’s cock was a plug. When Bunny did finally pull out -- pulling out a cock significantly bigger than the one that had gone in -- Mikey was finally able to get a good look at him. His cock wasn’t the only thing that had grown while he’d been inside Mikey. Skinny twink Bunny was now a bodybuilder, a gym-junkie, a swollen muscle-head overdosing on testosterone. Except his body was making the testosterone -- his body was overdosing on itself. Mikey was no stranger to the gym -- he’d seen those apes. He’d even seen them naked, with their shriveled balls and tiny dicks. But not Bunny. Bunny was like one of those Tom-of-Finland pics come to life, overly muscular and impossibly overhung. Except with crazy eyes. Bunny looked at Mikey, his eyes glazed and unfocused, and flexed a Most-Muscular, roaring. “Fuck!” he yelled, spit flicking from his mouth. “Gotta fuck!” His cock was just as rock-hard as it had been before, if not bigger. Mikey tried to scramble away, but the big beast kept forcing him back. Suddenly, Mikey’s leg was free, so he kicked Bunny square in those ponderous balls, which at least made the guy release him. Bunny stood up straight and grabbed himself, yelping in pain. Mikey wanted to run, but there was nowhere to run. And even as deft as Mikey was, he was nothing compared to his overly-muscled pursuer. Mikey had barely made it to the wrestling area on the other side of the set when he felt Bunny tackle him roughly to the mat, Bunny’s solid shaft against his leg -- Mikey could feel the heat of it. Bunny was humping his leg like a dog in heat, desperate to find a way back into Mikey’s hole, but seemingly too stupid to know where it was. Cum and sweat and spit -- Mikey could taste it in the air -- he’d wrestled in high school for a season, so he knew a little something about rolling with his weight, gaining the advantage. He felt oddly strong rolling on top of the humping Bunny, a strange mix of masculine and powerful. After being raped by this guy, he didn’t feel the slightest bit intimidated by his size or his strength. He was too angry -- to be honest, he felt a little turned on. The more he wrestled with Bunny, the easier it became to control him. He struggled, but Mikey moved him from hold to hold -- whenever Bunny out-muscled one, Mikey was ready with the next. And Bunny seemed to get weaker and weaker, or at least, easier to counter. Mikey felt absurdly strong, powerful, his rage and desperation growing too. Fuck, he was horny. Dominate this fucker, he thought to himself. Fucking take his hole the way he took mine. Hard! Fucking make this fucker my bitch. Show him! “C’mon,” he growled, “let’s make a movie…” And Bunny struggled beneath him, but fuck him, he deserved to be fucked! Mikey’s horny, hard cock slammed into Bunny’s unprepared hole. Bunny screamed -- a masculine, deep-throated “No!” but Mikey was beyond thinking. All he wanted to do was dominate this bitch. He was so strong -- and when he saw himself in the wall mirror, he knew why. He was gigantic, muscular, powerful. What the actual fuck…? He flexed for himself as he fucked Bunny, losing himself in the masculine necessity of dominance and power. He grew. He grew like Bunny grew, muscular and over-hung. And when he finally came, he stopped thinking altogether. After that, it was just two over-hung, hairy muscle-beasts fighting and fucking, each trying to get on top of the other, each trying to score the other’s hole. When they started damaging equipment, apparently, that was enough. Small nodules in the ceiling -- that looked like a regular sprinkler system -- released a colorless/ odorless gas that seemed only to slow them down at first, until they ultimately collapsed, thrusting their hips even into unconsciousness. Less than a minute later, four men in hazmat suits entered through the double doors -- they were armed with tasers, and even though unnecessary here, they still took their precautions -- bringing two gurneys. Carefully, they loaded the things that had been Mikey and Bunny each onto a gurney and rolled them out -- one of the techs wisely grabbed Mikey’s backpack and loaded it onto the lower shelf of his transport. A few minutes after that, a cleaning team entered the set and began spraying it down, the smell of ammonia filling the air. ******************** Safely in his office some two floors away, Saul Bennett turned off the monitor where he’d been watching the scene play out. They’d gotten some good raw footage out of it -- the hidden cameras had captured two transformations, that wrestling sequence, nearly an hour of straight-up fucking, and even some believable dialogue with REAL emotion behind it! Even Saul Bennett appreciated the irony in that. FUCK ZOMBIES -- The Series was gonna be his biggest money-maker ever! His reverie was broken by the uncomfortable, impatient movement from the little bodybuilder who sat in the seat across from him -- he’d been tapping his foot throughout the entire sequence. “Something on your mind, Tino?” “That’s twelve,” the little guy said -- right to business. “You said after a dozen you’d release him.” Bennett nodded, taking a sip from the coffee cup on his desk. “That’s true,” he murmured, a slight smile on the corner of his mouth. “Well, that was Twink number twelve,” Tino said. “There’s your dozen. You said after twelve guys, you’d… let my husband out of his contract.” Bennett chuckled. “Of course, Tino. You’ve been very patient with me.” He paused for a second, and just as Tino was about to jump in, Bennett continued. “One final indulgence, though, if you don’t mind… the last scene. I need him for the orgy, Tino. What’s a porn movie without an Orgy for a finale? And what’s an orgy without the star of the show, Mick Masterman?” Tino sighed dramatically. “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” he said. “Are you kidding me? A zombie orgy scene? What the fuck is wrong with you?” Bennett just sat there at his desk, fiddling with an unlit cigarette, imagining the possibilities, waiting for the little bodybuilder to make the final connection. So Tino continued. “And just who are they gonna fuck? Anyone who gets their cum in them ends up one of them. Then they’re just gonna destroy everything as they fight to see who fucks who. Sounds more like Pro Wrestling Summer Slam than a porn movie.” Bennett lit his cigarette and took his first drag before he responded. “Unless the bottom was somehow… IMMUNE to the effects of the ‘zombie virus’...” He made eye-contact with the little bodybuilder. “That would work. Don’t you think so, Tino…?” Tino was silent -- serious -- suspicious. “What are you talking about?” he asked nervously. “I’M the only one who’s….” Bennett’s smile grew as the realization sunk in. “I”m gonna be very happy to have you in my movie, Tino! I’m so glad we finally found a project we can work on together.” Tino stood, furious. “Fuck you, Saul Bennett! How fucking dare you? You think you’re gonna add me to your little collection, well you can fucking forget that shit! I will never… EVER… lower myself to your blackmail bullshit! I won’t…” Even Bennett was surprised at how quickly the little gadget he aimed at Tino’s face worked -- but when Bennett pressed the button, the little capsule dispelled the gas and Tino went down like a sack of bricks. Saul Bennett smiled. ******************** For Tino, consciousness came an indeterminate time later, with a feeling that he might be floating. No… swinging. Like in a hammock during a summer dream. He was so horny. When he was finally able to open his oh-so-heavy eyes, he realized he wasn’t in a hammock -- he was in a sling. Spread-eagled, his wrists and ankles were strapped tightly to the frame -- struggle though he might, Tino wasn’t going anywhere. He was on set, so he knew the cameras were running. He was about to scream something to Bennett when he heard the thumping at the double doors. Tino could see them through the safety glass -- the fuck zombies, the muscle-beasts, the whole baker’s dozen, including his husband, the biggest of them all. Mindlessly, they attacked the doors, suddenly aware of Tino and his unguarded hole. Tino began screaming as soon as they burst through.

Chapter 1: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/14262-the-librarian/ Chapter 2: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/14459-the-librarian-chapter-2/ Chapter 3: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/14606-the-librarian-chapter-3/ Chapter 4: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/15004-the-librarian-chapter-4/ Chapter 5: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/15434-the-librarian-chapter-5/ ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Time for a dirty chapter ? Chapter 6 Austin used his connections to secure an open penthouse room and the soon the pair were walking into a spacious suite. Tom was thoroughly impressed. “Wow, this room is awesome. I love the giant tub in the middle of the the room.” “Oh yeah big man, I hope we can spend some time in there together later tonight.” Austin walked up to Tom, wrapped his arms around the large man and the two furiously made out. Hands and arms explored the tight clothes and bulging muscles, slipping inside the garments and feeling taught skin pulled over large hardened mounds of sinew. Tom leaned down to kiss the shorter man and his long tongue explored the younger stud's hot mouth. Austin seemed to melt into the larger man's torso. After what seemed like an eternity Austin pushed him away. “If we don't slow down I'm going to blow just from making out with the hottest dude I've ever seen.” The compliment made Tom glow with pride. He subtly flexed forcing the fabric of his clothes even tighter, something Austin noticed. “Tom, you looked so huge and pumped. C'mon man. Now that we're alone, let's see some real flexing. Put some REAL muscle into it!” Tom smirked at his new friend. “Sure, buddy. I would love to show you these big muscles of mine. But first, you show me yours. I'm going to sit on the bed and you show me what you got.” Now it was Austin's turn to smirk. “Ok, big man. Sit yourself down and observe.” With a slight sashay as he stepped towards Tom, Austin began reaching down to grab the bottom of his shirt. He slowly lifted the shirt up to his pectorals, revealing a deep cut six pack. Tom's mouth fell open as he gazed upon the tanned, etched-in-stone abdominal muscles. “Oh, does the big bodybuilder like my fitness model abs? Watch when I actually FLEX them!” Seemingly impossible, the stud's abs seemed to become even more pronounced. Tom couldn't help it and reached out his big hand to feel the bumps and ridges and deep gaps in between the muscles. As Tom pulled back Austin lifted the shirt up and over his head and tossed it aside. Tom couldn't help but praise the view. Austin's body was spectacular. His muscles were not bodybuilder-sized, but he looked like a fitness model who had decided to do some extra pumping up. Smooth, golden, unblemished skin and deeply etched muscles filled his vision. The man was fitness perfection. “Wow, Austin. You have an amazing body. I can't believe you only weigh 185 lbs, you look so much bigger.” “It's my low bodyfat percentage. Makes my muscles appear larger than they are. Perfect for pleasing giant sexy muscle men like yourself.” “Oh yeah, buddy. This giant muscle man is definitely pleased. Now strip out of those shorts, boy!” “YES SIR!” Austin playfully replied, undid his double D ring belt, undid his fly and slid down the cargo shorts, leaving him in a small strained pair of green Aussiebum briefs. Of course, the sight of the bodybuilder sitting the bed nearly bulging out of his clothes meant his own manhood was nearly bulging out of his briefs. The young man's leg muscles were revealed and they were just as perfect as his upper body. Tom groaned and palmed his own massive bulged as the Austin stepped out of his shorts. “HEY BIG MAN! Hands off that!” Tom smirked, “Heh heh, little buddy. You can't make me do anything...but for you I'll stop since you are so cute.” Austin sniggered, stepped forward and began to give Tom a lap dance. It was obvious Austin knew how to dance and Tom wondered if perhaps the young man had at one point supplemented his income with some stripping. He fluidly ground his tight butt onto Tom's crotch as he reached ahead and felt up the larger mans pecs and arms. He leaned forward and continued their make-out session from earlier. Soon, Austin's own impressive 7.5” cock was sticking up from the waistband of this A-bums. Tom growled in pleasure. “Oh fuck, Austin, that feels so good.” “Not half as good as the way you are making me feel. Cripes, how fucking BIG is that log digging into my ass?” Tom GROWLED, wrapped his arms around Austin and stood, lifting the younger man with him. He twisted around and threw Austin onto the bed. The sudden activity surprised and then thrilled the pumped fitness model, who lifted himself onto his elbows and gazed upon the massive librarian. “Fuck yeah you are one strong stud. Please show me that body, Tom. I HAVE to see those muscles, I can't stand it any longer. Shit! I can see the outline of that huge cock snaking down your right leg! It's so huge! But first, start up top, BIG MAN. C'mon, stud, those clothes are just aching to burst off. Finish what you started earlier, flex out of those clothes!” Tom stood there soaking up the words of the young man. It may have been the combination of the extra scoop of growth powder he took before he headed out and his raging libido, but somehow he just knew it was possible. He held up his arms slightly and looked at his forearms, veinier than he had ever seen them. A couple of the larger veins looked to be as thick as pencils. He glared back at Austin. “You want to see me flex, little buddy? You want to see these big muscles? “Fuck yeah. Show me, please. I beg you.” Austin began fingering the exposed portion of this cock. “HANDS OFF LITTLE MAN.” Tom growled, echoing the smaller man's demand from earlier. Austin flinched and eagerly complied, loving the larger man taking charge. Tom slowly brought his arms up and flexed. The massive muscles of his biceps and triceps filled the sleeves, but they held on. Tom went on to perform a posing routine, mimicking the bodybuilders he had spent hours watching on Youtube. His posing was amateurish, but it only endeared himself to Austin who thought to himself that Tom was so huge and muscular that even with an unrefined posing routine he could easily win a regional bodybuilding show simply due to his size and conditioning. As the posing routine continued Tom felt his already warm body heat up. His blood was pumping furiously into each muscle with each flex, filling them with more size. His delts bulged outward. His traps seemed to rise. His pecs pressed even harder against the front of his maroon shirt. As he flexed his quads, the pumping leg muscle only pressed the big dick even harder against the fabric, so hard it was almost painful. Tom could feel it. It was subtle. Subtle enough that he figured Austin wouldn't notice, but he knew it was happening. He wasn't just getting a pump on with his gritted flexing. His muscles were growing. Austin watched with rapt attention, his own lower abs now smeared in a precum at the spectacular muscle show he was being given as his energized tumescence dripped. Sweat began to saturate Tom's clothes. Tom clenched his teeth and flexed a titanic abs-and-thighs pose. That was when the first tearing occurred. Both men looked down to spot the source of the noise. They both see that his legs had ripped his shorts! A seven inch gap had opened up vertically long the wide outer sweep of both legs. “FUCK YEAH! MORE!” Tom roared in pleasure. He reached down and finished the job, grabbing each pant leg and yanking outward, easily ripping the now ruined shorts completely off. “OH MY GOD!” Austin yelled as he gazed upon the massive legs. The type of legs you see at a Mr. Olympia show, maybe even bigger and harder! But the thing that most caught his eye... Tom too was wearing Aussiebums, a bulging red pair. Although his own red briefs were far to brief fohis manhood. Tom's cock was poking out the right leg of the briefs and held against the incredible thigh. Austin gazed upon the massive pouch, still obscenely bulging from his lemon-sized testicles even though a big chunk of his cock was exposed. “Tom, it's so fucking big! Holy shit!” “Oh yeah, I'm big all over, little buddy! And guess what, I'm only about HALF HARD! HAHA!” Austin moaned as he pumped out more pre onto his abs. He had to close his eyes and grit his teeth to fend off blowing right there. He regained control and opened his eyes to see Tom grinning back at him. “Shall we continue?” “Ye...ye...yes, please,” Austin panted. Tom resumed the posing routine, focusing on his upper body now. Side chest pose. Most muscular. Back double biceps, he felt his already massive pump seem to pump onto itself. It was time. Tom gritted his teeth and growled something fierce, slowly bringing each arm up into a super-powered front doubled biceps. “GRRRRR YEAHHHHHHH!” Simultaneously both peaks exploded the sleeves. Tom unflexed and re-flexed the biceps again, opening up the tear further. Suddenly the sound of more tearing filled the room. Tom felt a coolness near his armpits. Underneath the enormous arms, Tom's lats had exploded out of the side revealing thick tanned back muscle. “FUCK YEAH! I'M GETTING SO HUGE! LOOK AT ALL THIS MUSCLE!” Austin watched, mouth agape, yet incredibly turned on. “SO HUGE TOM! You are a muscle monster. C'mon big man, finish off that tiny shirt! It can't hold those titanic muscles! Show me a lat spread!” Tom whipped around and gave Austin a back lat spread. His back widened...and widened...and when Austin thought it could not widen any more, it did! Another deafening rip exploded along the vertical ridge of Tom's erector muscles. Both men shouted in excitement. Tom turned back around. Austin looked down to see Tom's cock even thicker and longer, he had to be at or near full erection, as the massive dong reached even further down his gigantic leg. Tom then flexed his right leg, then his left leg. Then with another sneer he flexed both his legs muscles AND his kegel muscle. His thighs suddenly ballooned and his massive cock shot upward, disintegrating the sexy underwear! A “thwack” was heard has his bulbous cockhead flopped upward and smacked against the third row of his abs, smearing the shirt that was hanging on, just barely so. “Please, Tom. Rip off that shirt. I need to those pecs, those delts, those abs. Please!” Austin begged the bodybuilding librarian. With the shirt no longer taught against his pec due to the tear in back, Tom reached up both hands and grabbed the neck of the doomed shirt. He slowly began to pull outward. He was so strong that he didn't need a forceful yank, a slow and steady pull would do the job. A tear formed at the nect and began to extend downward. Huge, massive, pumped pecs and royal gorge in between began to come into view. Then row by row of eight pack abdominals. Finally Tom sped up the motion and completely ripped the shirt off, leaving his entire godly torso exposed. He growled one more time and crouched down into a most muscular pose, veins exploded all over this body from effort. Tom could feel ALL his muscles expand another ½ inch to one inch in size. Austin could take not more. Without even touching himself, just the sight of Tom's herculean flexing body caused his cock to explode a gob of semen onto his chest. The sight of the hot young man blowing and his own growing muscles caused Tom to blow too. Only Tom's explosion was more like a high pressure hose. It shot out and joined Austin's own cum on his torso, easily eclipsing the younger man's volume. Three, four, five more jets of jizz launched out and covered the young stud in front of Tom. Tom caught his breath, stepped forward and lowered himself onto the smaller man, their cum smearing their muscular torsos. Austin could feel his body being pressed deeply into the mattress from the muscular weight, a feeling that caused his cock to twitch again. “Tom, fuck that was amazing. You were flexing so hard, getting all pumped and huge I swear you look bigger. I've never blown from not even touching myself!” Tom chuckled, his deep voice rumbling through his chest and into Austin's. “It was a good pump for sure.” Tom leaned forward and sensuously kissed Austin. “Well, little buddy, I hope you are up for more?” Austin grinned like a Cheshire cat. “Oh yeah, big man. The night is young!” ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ A few minutes later the two enjoyed a nice warm shower together with plenty of sudsy muscle fun. The two hot men dried themselves off in front of the large mirror. Once dry, Tom hung his towel up leaving him fresh, dry and naked. “Wow. Just...wow, Tom. You look even bigger completely naked than you do with clothes on. And you looked pretty damn huge when I first saw you. How much do you weigh?” “Honestly not sure. I know the last time I weighed myself I was about 260 but I've making some great gain lately.” Tom purposely omitted the fact that the last time he weighed himself was just a couple of days ago at the Dr.'s office. “Well these suites come with everything, there's a scale under the sink, how about we find out?” Tom chuckled as his naked friend slid the fancy electronic scale out. He stepped on. “Shit, dude. I'd say you've made some gains. You are 280!” Tom closed his yes as blood began to flow back into his massive soft cock. In just two days he had packed on another 20 lbs. He wondered how much of that came just from his intense flexing session with Austin. The ripped 20-something drooled as the massive dick grew. “Geezes, you are just all man. Pure manhood. Huge everywhere! So sexy.” Austin got on his knees and began to worship the still growing phallus. He used his hands to massage the lemon-sized testicles while his tongue slicked up the sides of the shaft. Finally, before the cock grew too massive he swallowed as much of it as he could. Austin considered himself to be an expert cocksucker, but even he had his limits. Once titanic Tom has reached full hardness he could only get about 2/3 of the fat salami down his throat. Tom moaned in pleasure. “Oh yeah, Austin. Suck that fat cock. Is it the biggest cock you've ever seen?” “Mmmm hmmmm.” “Fuck, your vibrating voice feels so good. C'mon man, I know it's huge. Bigger than any man you've ever seen. Take as much of it as you can. Use your hands to work the part you can't swallow. Therrrrrrre you go. Good man.” Tom watched his godly physique in the mirror. He gave himself a double biceps pose and popped his pecs, admiring his size. He was now looking like a contest shape pro bodybuilder, only much leaner and no sign of any roidgut. He was nearing muscular perfection. He rubbed each of his nipples for extra stimulation, causing his dick to swell even more and gagging Austin in the process. Austin blew Tom for another 10 minutes before he pulled off. “My god Tom, just how fucking BIG is this thing? My jaw is sore! I could grab it with three of my hands! It's gotta be closing in on a foot. And so THICK too. Look, my fingers are nowhere near to touching when I try to encircle it.” “I guess I'm just blessed down there. Always have been.” Austin grinned and stood up and gave big Tom a deep kiss. He reached down and grabbed Tom's cock and led him from the bathroom to the bedroom. “I can't wait any longer, Tom. Put that big dick in me.” Tom hesitated for just a second, something Austin noticed. “What's the matter big guy? I got some condoms when we checked in. I made sure to get the Magnum XXLs so we're all set.” “I know, I'm sorry Austin. It's just...um. I haven't really done this before.” “Hey man, no worries. I'm not going to be one of those clingy guys. This is just two jacked guys enjoying each others bodies, inside and out. If you have a boyfriend or husband...or a wife or girlfriend...you don't have to tell me-” “It's not that. It's. Well, I'm sort of a virgin you could say.” Austin stared at Tom stunned. “What?!? How? Fuck man, you are the hottest guy I've ever seen! I'm sorry, that was insensitive. But you've never had sex?” “Never with a man.” Austin relaxed. “Oh. You are a GAY virgin. Ok that's a little more believable, though hardly! Dude, you could seriously have ANY man you want. Well, big stud, I would feel honored if I can be your first fuck.” Austin and Tom made out some more. Austin was a master at teasing Tom's huge body. Licking his nipples, pecs, his biceps. Teasing his cock and balls with his hands while in the process. He once again grabbed Tom by the cock and pulled him to the bed. He ripped open one the giant condoms and slid it onto the incredible shaft. Tom was amazed at how TIGHT the max sized sheath was, which only excited him more thinking about how he was growing all over. “Ok, big man. I need you to listen closely. I want you to fuck me with that huge cock of yours, but you are so damn big I need you to be careful. You could hurt someone with that giant fuckstick if you aren't careful. So please, take it slow with me ok?” “Will do, handsome.” Austin used extra lube to slick up the massive shaft and his own hole. He laid back on the bed and put his heels up on Tom's shoulders. “Ok Tom. For the love of god, please go slow.” Tom could sense the young stud was nervous. He lined up the plus sized head of his cock with Austin's hole. This was it. Decades in the closet and Tom was finally going to have sex with another man. And not just any man, another sexy muscle stud. Tom pressed against Austin. It wouldn't budge. He added more force, feeling his hard cock press back against his pubis. Worried that his cock would bend in half Tom reach down to the hold the middle of the shaft steady, admiring how thick it felt in his hands. With another shove the head popped in. Austin's face contorted in pain and Tom stopped with the head just inside. “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!! Fuck. SHIIIIT! It's sooo BIG! OW. Hold on big man, give me time to adjust. Holy moley. Okay. Okay...give me just a bit more... FUUUUUUUCKK!” Tom shoved in another couple of inches. He was now in far enough that he himself was feeling the intense pleasure form Austin warm tightness. So much tighter than any woman he had ever been with. Tom moaned in pleasure. It took every once of muscular strength he had not to shove all the way in, it felt so damn good. Tom opened his eyes and looked down at Tom. When he was sure Austin was ready Tom shoved in another couple of inches. Austin's face contorted again but not as much this time. It seemed Austin was becoming used to the intruding member and starting to find it pleasurable as well, which Tom noticed. Taking his cure, he took the lead. “Oh yeah, Austin. Feel that big dick in you. I know, it's so damn big, just like my chest, biceps, quads, back, dels...EVERYTHING. How about another inch or two... UHHHHH, there we go. You are doing so well at taking my giant man cock. Fuck you are so tight!” “Fuck! I've never felt so filled in my life. And I know there is more to go. My body is shuddering all over. You are such a stud. Give me a couple more. OOHHHH YES! FUCK! SO GOOD! FUCK ME TOM!” Austin grabbed the bed in his wrists and pulled with all his might. Tom then began to retract his inches and slide them back in, fucking the tight fitness model below him. In and out he went as Austin praised his huge cock, his huge muscles, his handsome face. As he thrust he slowly went deeper and deeper, sending Austin into a quivering frenzy with each new record insertion. Tom own muscles spasmed and flexed as lightning bolts of orgasmic pleasure electrocuted his body. “I'm ready, Tom. Go all in! Show me your muscle power!” With deep grunt Tom let his 280 lbs body lean forward fully into Austin. He was in balls deep and both men screamed at the sensation. “FUCK ME TOM! RAM IT IN ME!” Austin shouted and Tom began to pile drive the young stud. He pistoned in and out. His quadriceps exploded into deep cut musculature and his enormous glutes flexed as he brought the massive head all the way to the opening and shoved nearly a foot of muscle cock back into Austin. Over and over. As Tom held Austin's ankles sweat dripped off his erect nipples onto Austin's abs like a leaky faucet. “FLEX FOR ME TOM!!” With one monstrous shove that banged the bed against the wall, Tom sank himself as deep as he could into Austin and threw up a titanic double biceps pose. “FUCK YEAH STUD! WELL OVER TWENTY INCHES OF BODYBUILDER STUD!” Both men EXPLODED in orgasm at the same time. Austin's own dick unloaded a sloppy load into the grooves on his abs. Tom continued to slightly thrust as he filled the condom. He hoped the rubber had a big enough reservoir to contain his uber sized load. Finally, after what seemed like five minutes of endless orgasm. Tom leaned forward, rested his giant chest onto Austins and gave him a deep, romantic kiss. “Tom, thank you. That was amazing. I'm sure that no man will be ever to fuck me like that again. I hope you enjoyed yourself, stud.” “Oh I did, little buddy. In fact, I'm up for some more fun if you are willing.” Tom felt Austin's mouth widen into a smile even as he kissed him, knowing that this wild night was far from over.

Hehe! And I should be able to get the next chapter posted tomorow! ?

What's that? It's Friday and there's a new Chapter of AJ and Noah?! Happy weekend to us!

There's quite a few still to come. And don't worry about me. You have no idea how much I loved writing this story. ?

Wow! I've been a bit behind and just got the chance to read chapters five and six back to back. They were both so incredibly hot! I love how Tom is now getting truly huge. The fact that he has grown in height a little is really exciting. I hope the doctor isn't right and that there is more height growth to come, even if it is just a few inches. I was disappointed to learn that Tom has opened his last tub of the growth powder, mostly because that means the story might be coming to a close. Maybe there's a hidden cubby hole somewhere in the back of the storage closet with an additional stash of the powder! Thanks for a great couple of chapters!

Six Every single time I’ve been on a second date with someone I’ve met from the Internet, it’s gone considerably better than the first. There’s no first date nerves of having to spend the evening with someone you don’t know, or potentially might not like. And, perhaps more importantly, there’s a confidence that comes with knowing both parties actually liked each other enough that they wanted to meet for a second time. My date with Eddie was no exception. Since saying goodbye to AJ that morning, the rest of the day had taken on an almost poignant tone. With my head fluctuating from sadness that AJ Jones would never be more than just an old school friend who’d transformed into a genuine, bona fide muscle bull, who I’d amazingly ended up having a personal training session with, to feeling this incredible buzz that that very experience had actually happened in the first place. That had subsided a little as I’d ventured out to spend the evening with Eddie. It was one of those summer nights where you walked out of the house and it felt like anything was possible. The pubs were packed, with people spilling out onto the street. Eddie and I were sitting by the window of a bar slightly trendier than the one we’d been to on our first night. We’d taken advantage of a two for one cocktail deal, my choice of which just so happened to be the strongest cocktail I’d ever tasted. I was only on my second one and already feeling tipsy when I started to tell Eddie about my personal training session. “Ooooh! So you’re going to be all big and buff in a few weeks then?” I grinned uncontrollably at the suggestion. Probably way more than I should have. I suddenly felt like I’d had just a tiny slither of an idea of what AJ must have felt like when people praised him for being a shredded, flexing, mini muscle monster in tiny, shiny posers. “I’d like to meet this personal trainer!” Eddie exclaimed. Every time AJ came up in mine and Eddie’s conversations I felt this incredible buzz. “Well, you obviously think he’s hot,” Eddie continued. “Every time you mention him your face lights up and you have this cute little grin on your face.” FUCKING BUSTED! “Hmmm. He is kinda hot,” I replied. And then I gave Eddie a coy smile, which I knew completely gave away my feelings. With the alcohol diminishing my inhibitions I felt a surge of bravery. “Wanna see a picture?” I asked. Eddie said yes, and as I took my phone out of my pocket, my heart started to pound. I would never have done it sober and I knew that I was risking freaking Eddie out by showing him a picture of a shredded, tanned up bodybuilder cranking out poses on stage with his face scrunched up, his mouth wide open or his tongue sticking out. As very such pictures of AJ flashed up on my phone, my stomach twisted and I suddenly regretted my offer to Eddie, so I quickly scrolled through to find a less extreme photo. I landed on one of him on holiday wearing a vest and sunglasses and flexing his biceps for the camera.. An oh-so cheeky grin on his face, and looking heart meltingly cute. “Oh my God!” Eddie exclaimed in shock when he looked at my phone. Which made me laugh, and wonder what his reaction would have been if I had shown him one of AJ’s competition shots. “He’s HUGE!” Eddie cried. “This is a guy who used to have sleepovers at my house!” “So, is that what you’re gonna look like then by the end of the Summer?” I scoffed. “Hardly!” “Well I’d fully support you if I did. But I think you look fine as you are!” he said. “More than fine.” Oh God. I had absolutely no doubts about Eddie’s intentions at that point. And while I did enjoy his company, I still wasn’t completely convinced that I liked him as anything more than a friend. Even though a part of me wanted to. After a third cocktail we headed to the pub where we’d had our first date. The music was cranked up high and it seemed twice as busy as it had been the week before. At that point, I was feeling a bit drunk, but it was a nice, happy drunk. My limbs didn’t feel quite so stiff and heavy from my monster training session either. We bumped into two slightly older guys that Eddie knew. They were friendly and nice and one of them obviously liked me by the way he was talking to me and looking at me. The fact he asked if Eddie and I were “together” was a bit of a give away too. I told him we were on a “sort of date” and hoped Eddie hadn’t heard me, because I was pretty sure he’d very much categorise the evening as a date (no sort of’s about it). As we drank and talked in the pub’s garden area I was very much in the present and not thinking about any of the other events of the day, or the past week. All of that changed, however, when I checked my phone for the time in a while to find a Facebook notification waiting for me. My heart literally felt like it was about to burst, because staring back at me from the screen of my phone were the words: AJ Jones has sent you a message. With my head spinning, I headed to the toilets. I could not open AJ’s message in front of Eddie. Or anyone for that matter. I was scared of what my face might give away. As I retreated and walked past the crowd of pub goers I literally could not stop smiling. Because AJ had messaged me on Facebook. Fucking YES! Locked in one of the toilet cubicles, my heart pounded as I opened up his message. “How are the legs?” And there was an emoji too. The one with the big teeth bearing smile. It suited him perfectly. I wrote a message back. “Hehe! A little sore. I think the alcohol is numbing the pain a bit.” I included my favourite emoji. The cheeky one with the one eye closed and the tongue sticking out. The “AJ emoji”. As soon as I hit send I regretted the, “Hehe!” Because only a fucking twelve year old girl would say, “Hehe!” “Hehe! PISSHEAD!” I laughed at his reply. Twelve year old girls and lime green posing trunk wearing competitive bodybuilders with twenty inch biceps, apparently. Three dots appeared. AJ was writing another message. “Hmmm. Funny, but I don’t remember putting beer on the diet plan I made you.” I was grinning like crazy. I couldn’t believe how engaging in cheeky banter with a bodybuilder over Facebook was causing such a fucking rush. I replied to his message. “I know! It’s bad.” And it was only because I was drunk that I had the courage to write what I did next. “I’ll never be a shredded muscle freak like you.” As soon as I sent it I panicked. Fuck, bugger, fuck, I thought. Why the HELL did I just write that? But then his reply came. “HAHA! I told you. You’ve gotta come to Scorpio’s for that!” I relaxed instantly and felt like I was gonna melt into the cubicle door. Fuck, I love this! I thought. “Gulp! I’m worried I’d be mistaken for a bodybuilder’s one of six meals a day and getting gobbled up whole.” Three dots. “HAHAHA!!” And then he sent two crying with laughter emoji’s. I made a bodybuilder laugh. I just made a fucking bodybuilder laugh! OK, that means me and AJ are now officially boyfriends, right? And then he sent his best message yet. “I’ll look after you.” And suddenly my heart wanted to burst. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever wanted anything more than I wanted to be looked after by AJ Jones in that moment. I had no idea how to respond to that message. A gay guy tells you that and you smile, or blush or you say, “Awwww” or, “Bless you”. But what’s the appropriate response when it’s coming from a two hundred pounds future 212 class bodybuilder? And then it hit me. “My very own bodyguard? Awesome!” I had no idea whether it was a good response, or a shit one. AJ paused for a few moments. No dots. And then he sent the “AJ emoji”. Sometimes people use emoji’s when they don’t know what to say. I think that was one those times. But then he followed it up. “Yep! If any muscle bull tries to put you in a protein shake, I’ll squeeze a mean most muscular in their face. GRAAARR!” OH MY FUCKING GOD!! I couldn’t believe he’d used the words “most muscular”, which just so happened to be the bodybuilding pose which turned me on the most. I also couldn’t help picturing AJ squaring up to some meathead bodybuilder in the gym and cranking out that very pose in defence of me. His huge slabs of muscle bulging out of a white gym vest. His mouth wide open as he aggressively roared in the face of his victim. “GRAAARR!” FUCK YEAH!! Another message from AJ came through. “Sorry! Most muscular = bodybuilding term.” I grinned at the irony of the message, but also suddenly had the overwhelming urge to tell AJ I knew exactly what a most muscular is. Along with every other official bodybuilding pose, and probably every other “bodybuilder term” that he did, for that matter. Three dots. “You’ll get to know all about those when I take you to Scorpio’s.” I started to wonder whether AJ was actually serious about taking me to the hardcore bodybuilding gym which had played a huge part in his journey to becoming a huge, shredded muscle bull. And then another thought came into my mind. What if AJ was taking the piss? What if he was with a group of his bodybuilder mates right now who were all crowded round him and laughing at my messages? What if AJ had told them all about this gay guy he used to be friends with at school who he’d trained that morning and who could barely push 50 kilograms on the chest press? And they’d dared him to message me and they were all looking at his phone in that moment, laughing and taking the piss? I realised I’d been in the toilet cubicle for an usually long amount of time, so I replied to him with a single “AJ emoji” and headed back to Eddie and his mates. “We thought you’d gotten lost!” Eddie cheekily said. “Or pulled!” one of his friend’s added. “He better not have done!” Eddie exclaimed. Fuck. I was starting to think that maybe my chance to tell Eddie that I was actually just looking for drinking buddies and nothing more had gone. And yet, that didn’t stop me from kissing him again at the end of the night. Maybe kissing him in that moment was just the easiest thing to do? I got a text from Eddie on the train journey home. “Thanks for another great night out, handsome. That kiss was definitely more intense than last time! x” I smiled as I looked at the text and a warm feeling washed over me. Maybe I could grow to like Eddie as more than a friend? He was handsome, smart, funny and nice. The type of guy I should be going for. The type of guy I would probably eventually end up with one day. But you either feel the butterflies, or you don’t. And so far, with Eddie, they just weren’t there. And then I thought about AJ Jones. For the forty-fifth time that day. Impossibly cute AJ with his twenty inch biceps and t-shirt straining muscle tits and his cheeky, funny Facebook messages. And holy fuck, the butterflies. One hundred thousand, fuck off massive butterflies.

Five “So it turns out AJ Jones has about ten jobs! Guess who just gave me my gym induction, and guess who I’ve got a personal training session with on Friday?” Three dots appeared on my phone to tell me that Naomi was replying to my text. “No way!” Three more dots. Naomi was writing another message. “CHOO CHOO! All aboard the Noah Cook Express. Next stop: Perv City!” “HAHA!” I replied. And then I sent two emoji’s. The blushing one with the eyes wide open and the little monkey covering his mouth with his hands. “Does he know you wank off to bodybuilders in magazines?” I released a short, loud laugh to myself. “Of course. I wrote it on the top of my gym form in capital letters. WANKS TO BODYBUILDERS. No use beating around the bush.” Three dots. One single emoji came through. The crying with laughter face. My phone pinged. I’d received another text, only this one was from Eddie. “Hey, handsome. Are we still on for Friday night?” I couldn’t help but giddily grin. Partly at the prospect of another night out, partly because Eddie was a great guy, but also because he’d called me handsome again. “What are you smiling that? Who’s THAT texting you?” my mum exclaimed as she walked into the kitchen. Fuck! “Naomi!” I lied. “Hmmm. A likely story!” she said. “I bet it’s someone you've met from one of those Internet gay sex chat lines.” How the fuck did she always know?! “You know there’s no such thing, right?” I teased, knowing full well she meant a dating app. “Well, whatever they’re called! I know you’re on them. Sex, sex, sex! That’s all you ever think about.” I groaned, rolled my eyes and walked out of the room, hoping that my mum hadn’t seen that I was secretly smirking in amusement. Just because I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction. Or encourage her. “You know normal mum’s don’t talk to their sons like that!” I shouted back to her as I walked to the stairs. I broke into a smile as I retreated to my bedroom. I couldn’t deny that my mum made me laugh. As well as annoying the hell out of me, obviously. She’d been wrong about the sex thing, though. I thought about a lot of things besides sex. For the days leading up to my personal training session with AJ, for example, I thought about a whole variety of subjects. AJ’s biceps. AJ’s tits. How big AJ’s arse looked in his trackie bottoms at the gym. AJ’s cute button nose. AJ’s adorable sticky out ears. The pictures of AJ on his Facebook page of him in competition, tanned from head to toe and shredded to the bone (FUCK). AJ’s lime green posing trunks (slurp fucking slurp)! AJ’s hilarious comment about bodybuilders being gross. The big, cheesy grin he’d given me as he’d tried to tempt me into signing up for a personal training session, and the fact that I was going to be spending yet another hour in the company of someone so huge, funny and fucking cute. In fact, I thought about that training session so much that when the Friday morning in question came I felt incredibly nervous. My heart was even pounding as I waited for him in the reception area of the leisure centre. This wasn’t helped by the fact that, when he did arrive, he looked even sexier than he had done two days before. His arms looked extra pumped, his t-shirt seemed just a little bit tighter and his hair was styled with just a little more precision. I also couldn’t help but notice that he had a bit of a tanned glow. I momentarily wondered whether he’d made an extra special effort for me, before reminding myself that I wasn’t a hot, twenty year old female fitness model. I instantly started to swell, which I was beginning to suspect might just be the natural reaction to seeing AJ in the flesh (or in pictures on his Facebook profile, for that matter). He was giving me a cute little grin, but he didn’t look quite as relaxed as he had done on our previous encounters. There was something written on his face and I think I knew what it was; he’d noticed that I was nervous. “You OK, mate?” he asked me with a tone of adorable sincerity. I told him yes as if nothing was wrong, because who wants to admit that they’re bricking it? And why would I even be nervous in the first place? I was just someone going for a personal training session. A session with someone who, a week ago, I was wanking off to a picture of while he cranked a front lat spread with his lips arrogantly pursed, fully displaying what a beyond human muscle freak he was. We sat at a little round table facing each other, which made me even more nervous. Partly because he was looking directly at me, but also because it provided me with possibly the hottest view I could imagine. I wanted to either melt, shrink or disappear. But, equally, I also just wanted to sit there looking at the insanely hot bodybuilder before me. “Been up to much, mate?” AJ asked. Hmmm. Have I been up to much? Let’s see. Thinking about you. Thinking about your biceps. Thinking about you yanking up the straps up your shiny, lime green posers and your perfect pecs jumping up to your chin as you blast a front lat spread. Thinking about how much I’d love to just sink my average sized body into your cushions of outrageously thick muscle mass. “Erm … just chilling out really.” “How long do you get off uni for the Summer?” “Three months!” “Lucky bastard!” he replied, playfully shaking his head. “I knew I should have gone to uni! Going on holiday anywhere this year?” I shook my head. “How about you?” “Yep. Ibiza! The third week of August!” “Very nice!” I replied. I suddenly had an image of AJ in a big Ibiza super club, dancing away with his top off. Sweat pouring down his tanned face. A huge, cheeky grin on his oh-so-gorgeous face. His humongous sized tits out for everyone to gawp at. “Yeah, my cousin’s getting married over there so all of my family are flying out,” he informed me. AJ at a wedding? How on Earth would he find a suit that fit? He then looked over his shoulder, before leaning towards me (oh God!) and speaking in a hushed voice. “So … we’re not really supposed to do this for the half price sessions, but I’ve drawn you up a training and diet plan.” He slid a few sheets of paper over the table towards me. “Oh, wow!” My heart fluttered. “No pressure to stick to it, and you don’t have to be that strict, but if you do want to build a bit of muscle, this would be a great plan to help you!” “Wow. Thanks!” I didn’t really know what else to say. AJ gave me a coy and adorable little grin and, again, I want to fucking melt. Either in the chair, or straight into his obscenely huge arms. I momentarily wondered whether this was actually just a sales tactic to build trust, and get me to book another session. But my intuition, and the genuine, heart melting smile he was giving me, told me that AJ was simply just being nice to an old friend. “You’ll be walking around in a vest by the end of the summer!” he said, once more looking at my arms and making me blush. He went through the training and diet plan with me and gave me lots of pointers about doing every set to failure and other such things I vaguely already know about. “OK, why don’t we do legs and arms today?” As we headed towards the gym he asked me another question which threw me a little. “Nervous?” “Ummmm …” “Don’t worry. I’ll go easy on you!” he said with a cheeky smile. I couldn’t get over just how fucking gorgeous he looked that day. I could have sworn his biceps were bigger. Maybe he’d done an arm workout before he’d met me? Or maybe it was his t-shirt, which was different to last time, and had the words “I’M IN TRAINING” written on the back, which, for some reason, I find outrageously horny. He was such a fucking muscle boy. He must have just constantly thought about lifting, eating, flexing and getting as huge and shredded as he possibly could. Despite his promise, AJ didn’t go easy on me at the gym. At all. In fact, I’d never had a gym experience like it. He pushed me on every machine and every set. By the end of it, I was a hot, sweaty, tired mess. I was also fairly sure I wouldn’t be able to walk for the next week. But AJ was a brilliant trainer. He was calm, friendly and encouraging. And all throughout the session I pondered just how reckless it would be to use my emergency student credit card to pay for two and half month’s worth of personal training sessions with AJ. When the hour came to an end, I was as equally gutted as I was relieved. I couldn’t help but feel giddy when he threw me a compliment and told me I’d done really well as we exited the gym. “I’m not gonna lie though, mate. You’re probably gonna ache a bit tomorrow!” I suddenly remembered the first time I ever went to the university gym. I could barely move for the following two days. “Any plans for tonight, mate?” AJ asked. “Erm … just going to town for a few drinks. With a friend.” I had my second date with Eddie, but all I wanted in that moment was to spend the rest of the afternoon and evening collapsed on my bed. “Anyone I know?” “Ummm. No. He doesn’t live around here.” For some reason I blushed. It felt weird discussing going to meet a boy with AJ. Not that my sexuality was exactly a secret. I’d been officially outed in Year 11 by my then so-called best friend, Reece Miller. Cue a few months of gay jokes from some of the more immature lads in the year. There was little chance that had bypassed AJ. I’m sure some of his friends had even been amongst the lads who’d made the jokes. “So … any questions about the training plan?” After the faces I’d pulled in front of AJ squeezing out every last rep to failure, I was feeling considerably less shy at that point. “Hmmm … I do have one. How long before I look like you?” AJ chuckled and beamed. “Ahhh. See, mate, this is a training plan to build muscle. If you wanna become a shredded muscle freak, that’s a whole other plan!” he said grinning. Shredded muscle freak? Did he actually just say those fucking words? “It starts with quitting this gym and coming to Scorpio’s with me!” he said, with a mischievous grin. I suddenly felt an almost overwhelming rush of excitement at the thought of going to a notoriously hardcore gym with Little Denton’s only competitive bodybuilder. Or maybe it was just the thought of doing anything with AJ. I’d loved those last two words he’d spoken. “With me.” I had an image of walking into Scorpio’s. AJ bulging out of a tight vest. Me in a baggy t-shirt. Possibly Harry Potter themed. AJ proudly introducing me to the other meatheads at the gym. “Alright, lads? This is Noah. My new boyfriend. That’s right, lads! My boyfriend.” I couldn’t help but notice a little glint in AJ’s eyes as he insinuated that I accompany him to Scorpio’s. Maybe he just liked the idea of corrupting me. Taking a slim, bookish uni student and throwing him into the crazy world of a hardcore bodybuilding gym. I wondered whether he sensed that I very much liked the idea too. When I thought about it, he’d always had a liking for leading me astray when we’d been friends at school. As we reached the reception area of the gym and AJ turned to face me, I felt a huge wave of sadness. Our session had come to an end. The weird thing was, I couldn’t help noticing that he looked a little deflated too. “So,” he said, almost with a sigh. “You did really good today, mate.” Face to face with him I just couldn’t get over how absurdly sexy he was. I wanted more than anything to nuzzle into that huge chest. To sink into that incredibly muscular torso and wrap my arms around his ridiculous back. How would that feel? To melt into the body of a painfully gorgeous bodybuilder? Would it be everything I imagined it would? Would I spunk in my pants the minute my body met his? And would I ever want to let go? “See how you get on with the plan, anyway. Let me know if it’s not working for you. But don’t book another personal training session. They’re a rip off!” I suddenly felt like I’d been kicked in the stomach. There went my fantasy of a whole summer of personal training sessions with AJ. What happened next was strange. “Unless you want to, of course!” he quickly said. I couldn’t quite work out his expression. Had he seen something of the disappointment in my face? I also couldn’t help sensing a slight hope in his expression. Did “if you want to” mean “on second thoughts, please, do”? And if so, why? Maybe AJ had simply just suddenly realised he’d talked himself out of potentially more business for him and the gym. A weird awkwardness was hanging in the air. “I wish I could do “mate’s rates”, but it’s not up to me!” My heart fluttered, again. Mate’s rates. The idea of me being mates with a bodybuilder. Fuck! I suddenly had the urge to whip out of my phone and tell all my muscle contacts on Twitter that I, Noah Cook, was fucking mates with a bodybuilder. And an insanely fucking hot one at that. I’m pretty sure the majority of them would go nuts if I shared a picture of AJ flexing in his lime green posers. And then I would break the news that, “Yes, guys. I know him. We went to school together. How fucking nuts is THAT?” “Have a good one tonight, Noah. And if you do want another session just let reception know!” I said my goodbye’s and watched AJ walk away. His lats bulging out of his black “I’M IN TRAINING” t-shirt and his outrageously big and crazily cute bum sticking out of his trackies. I was buzzing that I’d spent time with an actual competitive bodybuilder, but gutted that I had no idea if and when I’d see him again. I could, of course, have booked another personal training session. But wouldn’t that have looked suspicious after AJ had told me they were a rip off? But I couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d wanted me to ask for another one. There was only one thing I knew for sure in that moment; even if I only had the briefest of encounters with AJ, probably through accidental run-in’s at the gym or in Tesco, from that moment forward, I’d at least always have an amazing story to tell any future muscle contacts and fellow lovers of huge, freaky bodybuilders.

Here's the first illustration for the story, as explained in the first post! It was done by an amazing illustrator who goes by the name of "Reeddune"! He has an Instagram here if anyone wants to see more of his work. He's done one more, and there may be more if he has the time to do them! ? And the next part of the story is here... Four “Ready for your induction, mate?” An almost crippling shyness crept over me as I looked up at AJ Jones. It was something I hadn’t felt the Friday before when we’d bumped into each other at Tesco. Maybe it was the fact that since then I’d shot a load into my undies over a picture of him blasting a front lat spread on stage in his shiny, lime green posers. “Oh, hi!” I said with a tone of surprise. I was almost certain that I was blushing. And God, was I nervous. But I also couldn’t help feeling an almost overwhelmingly giddy rush at seeing Little Denton’s only junior competitive bodybuilder again. “Yeah - I work here too!” he replied. “Typical Little Denton You can’t go anywhere without seeing someone you know! Have you finished filling out your form?” I handed it over to him as he sat down in the chair next to mine. Sitting so close to AJ, it felt like my whole body had turned to mush and I was about to melt into the chair. I literally couldn’t suppress my smile from the buzz I was feeling at being in the presence of a man so ridiculously fucking huge and hot. His body was just fucking insane. His upper arms were literally twice the size of mine. Even his forearms were bigger than the average lad’s. Thick and strong looking, completely hairless and with a number of extremely hot, modestly thick veins running underneath his gorgeously smooth skin. The size of his shoulders was extraordinary too. Bulging out either side of his frame, stretching out the sleeves of his black t-shirt (possibly both tighter and hotter than his Tesco’s shirt). And his chest. Fucking hell! I swear he could have balanced a glass on it. As he studied the form, I also couldn’t noticing just how absurdly fucking cute he was. Much more so than in his pictures, or even when we’d bumped into each other the week before. Is it possible to someone to get cuter in just five days? He was so fucking masculine but still charmingly boyish, with his cute little button nose, slightly sticky out ears and blemish free skin. Even his thick, bull neck and freshly cut, nicely styled hair were turning me on. Everything about AJ just radiated a hotness. So much so that I began to swell. Fuck! Trying to hide a semi in your jeans in the middle of a Tesco’s is relatively easy, but sitting next to a bodybuilder in a fairly intimate manner wearing nothing but baggy tracksuit bottoms with no one else around prevents a considerably tougher challenge. I crossed my wrists together and buried my hands in my crotch to try and conceal it, hoping and praying it went down by the time we actually had to stand up. “Oh wow, you still live at Hayes Avenue!” said the hottest lad I’d ever seen in my entire fucking life. “Yeah!” “Do you still have the big swing set at the bottom of your garden?” “Yeah!” I replied, grinning. It felt incredibly surreal to be discussing the contents of the garden of the house I’d always lived in with someone whose biceps were THAT obscenely huge. But then, AJ had been in that garden countless times when we were younger. And with it, I also felt this amazing buzz at discussing something so personal with a guy who, on occasion, strutted around a bodybuilding stage, flexing his shredded mass and pulling funny faces as he tugged on the straps of his shiny, lime green posing trunks. “How about you?” I asked. “Do you still live at Pickford Road?” AJ informed me that his family had moved house a few years before. He still lived about a fifteen minute walk from my parents’ house, but now in the opposite direction. I pictured the area he lived in and suddenly started to wonder what AJ’s bedroom looked like. Did he have pictures of bodybuilders on the wall? And just where in that room did he keep his posing trunk collection? FUCK! I pressed my wrists down harder on my crotch. My erection definitely WASN’T going down. “OK, improve fitness level…” AJ was reading from my form. He then suddenly pursed his lip and pulled a face. “Ooooh. Mate! It says here you wanna build muscle?” My stomach suddenly twisted with nerves. I had no idea what AJ was about to say next. “Sorry, mate, but I might have to get one of the other guys to help you out there. I’m afraid I don’t know much about that!” OH MY GOD! And suddenly he was beaming at me cheekily, and I was laughing in response at probably the funniest and most outrageous thing he could have said, while simultaneously being reminded of just how funny AJ was. I couldn’t believe he actually just referenced the fact that he was a mini muscle bull of a bodybuilder. And I couldn’t help veering my eyes down, once more, to those enormous upper arms and wondering what it would be like to watch them explode and flex before my eyes. I was suddenly dying to ask him just when and how the hell he’d transformed into such a beast, but I didn’t quite have the nerve. I twisted my face up, instead. “Hmmm. Yeah - aren’t gym instructors supposed to at least look like they go to the gym?” I raised one eyebrow and looked him and down. AJ laughed in response. “What, and be one of those big, muscly, bodybuilder guys? EURGH! No thanks! I mean … GROSS!” I laughed and blushed simultaneously, partly at indulging in friendly banter with AJ about how big he was, but also partly just because he’d just said the word “bodybuilder” out loud. If only he knew just how much of an interest I had in the world of huge, freaky muscle. And just how many bodybuilders, professional or otherwise, I could name. “So, today is just about signing you up, and running through the machines with you. I take it you’ve been to a gym before?” As he asked the question, his eyes veered to the exposed part of my regular sized, none freakishly muscular right upper arm, which made me feel incredible self conscious. “Yeah!” I sheepishly replied. “OK, so it’ll be more just familiarising you with the machines. Make sure you’re using them properly. There’s a few other things to go through at the end too. But then you’ll be all set.” As we headed towards the gym, hard on gone but in very dangerous risk of returning at any given moment, AJ made the most absurd comment. “I feel like a midget next to you!” I grinned in response, while thinking how utterly ridiculous it was that someone like AJ was comparing himself unfavourably to me. Because, yes, I had a few inches of height on him, but he was about five times cuter and about a hundred times more muscular than I was. He had the kind of body that made grown men cum in their pants just at the mere thought of it. As we climbed the stairs to the gym, I was able to get my first decent glimpse of AJ from the back that day and FUCK, I could actually see his pumped lats bulging underneath his stretched t-shirt, which had “Little Denton Leisure Centre” written across the back. His waist was impressively small too. And underneath that, sticking out and covered up by his nicely filled out tracksuit bottoms was his big, round, munchable bottom. It was possibly the hottest rear view of anyone I’d ever seen and I was suddenly panicking because my dick was starting to swell once again. Luckily the gym was packed, which completely killed my semi. AJ talked me through every machine and it was probably the hottest demonstration of anything I’d ever witnessed. It also gave me the perfect opportunity to marvel at the bulging muscle hiding underneath his gym clothes. I watched his quads bulge at the leg curl, his chest squeeze together at the pec dec, and best of all, I watched his biceps erupt and swell in the bicep curl machine. Even just being next to AJ was absurdly hot. And gave me a rush like no other. He was unequivocally the hottest and biggest lad in the gym. In fact, no one else even came close. And I felt like the luckiest person in the room because I was with him. And because I get to be so close up to that ridiculously developed, bodybuilding stage worthy body. “You know, I’ve seen your mum in Tesco’s a few times. I’ve said hi, but I’m not sure if she recognises me!” Exiting the gym, AJ and I were walking back down to the reception area. “Hmmm. It must be the hair!” I said, referring to AJ’s joke in Tesco the week before. He giggled. This really, cute little giggle, which, somehow, didn’t quite match with his incredibly masculine appearance. “Hey, how’s your sister, Kayleigh, these days?” “Yeah, she’s good! She’s a nurse now. She lives in Bristol.” My sister absolutely adored AJ when we were friends. My mum too, in fact. “I think you’d have a bit of a shock if you saw her now though. She’s erm … a little alternative. Loads of tattoos! Which my parents love,” I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes. “Think she’d be shocked if she saw me?” AJ asked with a cheeky grin. “Ummm … yeah! Just a bit!” I couldn’t help but blush when I said it. I was beginning to get the impression that AJ got a bit of a kick out of the fact he’d transformed himself into a monster. Which both excited me, and somehow made him even hotter. We sat back down in the reception area. “As shocked as you were last week?” AJ quipped. The question surprised me. I guess shocked is one way of describing how I’d felt when I’d come to face to face with a competitive bodybuilder bulging out of his work uniform, who also happened to have been one of my best friends at school. I suddenly felt a surge of bravery, so I took the plunge and asked the question I’d be dying to earlier. “So, erm … how did you - ? I mean, when did you …” but AJ interrupted me. “Stop being able to walk through a doorway without having to turn sideways?” FUCKING HELL!! I released a short, loud laugh. “Well, I was gonna say when did you start going to the gym, but …” I replied. AJ did his cute little giggle again. “Erm. I think it was around Year 11. Do you remember Andy?” My heart suddenly expanded. “Yeah!” I replied. Did I remember Andy? It was such an absurd question that I almost wanted to laugh. Andy was AJ’s mum’s motorbike riding boyfriend. He was built like a brick shit house, had a head so bald it would make any boiled egg look hairy and was almost always walking around wearing leather biker gear. I can still hear the creaking noise of his leather trousers whenever he’d walk through the house and I can still most definitely picture his big, meaty thighs and thick, round arse bulging underneath the material. Andy was like Little Denton’s very own answer to The Rock, the reason I realised I was gay, and possibly the sole purpose why I now have a thing for muscular men, bald heads and leather gear. “Well, he took me to a gym called Scorpio’s. I’m not sure if you’ve heard of it?” I’d absolutely heard of Scoprio’s. It was a gym about five miles North of Little Denton with a reputation for being the kind of serious, hardcore gym inhabited by bodybuilders and guys on steroids. I couldn’t help being amused at the image of small, skinny sixteen year old AJ Jones going to a place like that, being surrounded by a bunch of meat monsters. “I know it’s got a bit of a reputation but there’s a great group of lads in there. It wasn’t ‘till I left school that I really got into it, though. I guess I just kinda caught the bug. I remember seeing these huge, shredded lads, some of them just a few years older than me and I just really wanted to be like them! A couple of them, Andy’s mates, kinda took me under their wings and, well … three years later and I was competing in a bodybuilding show!” I suddenly remembered the pictures of AJ competing in his shiny, lime green posers from his Facebook profile and quickly placed my hands over my crotch again. “How many, ummm … shows have you done?” My heart was pounding as I asked the question. I was actually conversing with a genuine bodybuilder about competing in shows. “Three so far! My last one was a few months ago. The pictures on my Facebook profile - they’re from this year’s show!” he said, grinning. I blushed at the mention of the Facebook pictures, one of which I’d creamed off to just last week. “Did they freak you a little?” he asked, with an almost devilish smirk. “NO!” I replied. “I mean - it’s not something you see every day, but, I was more wowed than freaked out. I mean - I know it takes a huge amount of work and dedication to get to that level.” “It does!” he said nodding, looking surprised and impressed. “Most people don’t really think about that. They just think I look like a freak. Which I do! I mean, that’s kinda the look I was going for.” And then I really did start to swell. Fucking HELL! “It’s a pretty awesome look!” I said. Oh God. You did NOT just say that. AJ looked surprised, but he was grinning. I felt a surge of panic. Why would a guy like me who hadn’t been to the gym for a year think that bodybuilders looked good? Maybe because I was a raging homosexual who regularly dumped loads into my undies while watching YouTube videos of shredded bodybuilders like AJ flexing their outrageously developed muscles. “Maybe I should take you to Scorpio’s!” Oh my fucking GOD! “We’ll get you shredded in no time, Noah!” Hell fucking YES, AJ. Take me Scorpio's. Make me huge. Get me shredded. Turn me into a freak so I can stand on stage next to you and pull up the straps of my shiny, lime green posing trunks (just like yours!) as I show off my ripped slabs of crazily conditioned muscle and a crowd of adoring non-muscle freaks cheer and shout at the freakshow before them. FUCK YEAH! “OK, mate, so it’s £14.99 a month and you can cancel any time, which I guess you’ll be doing when you go back to uni?” It was, apparently back down to the business of signing up to the gym. “There’s one other thing we do here which I need to tell you about. It might sound like a sales plug but hear me out! We offer personal training sessions at £25 per session. I know it’s expensive, but when you sign up you get the option of having a session half price, with no obligation to have another one. It’s totally up to you, but if you wanna build muscle, you might actually benefit from having one. And the trainer’s here know what they’re talking about. Especially the one who’s a bodybuilder!” He then cocked his head and did this cheesy, but totally adorable grin that seemed to fill half of his face. “Hmmmm,” I said. I wasn’t hugely interested at first, until the moment he revealed he was one of the trainer’s, and then I was suddenly extremely excited at the prospect of spending another hour in the company of the impossibly hot, mini muscle beast sitting next to me. “Do I pick the trainer?” I asked. “Yep!” he replied. Then he did the cocked head, big cheesy grin face again and pointed to himself with both fingers and I laughed out loud. “OK! Training session sounds good. I want the guy over there on reception!” His mouth fell open slightly then he grinned. “OK, but you’ll never get abs with that guy. Or biceps as big as these.” Pant pant fucking pant!! “OK, I have a slot free this Friday at 10?” AJ said. “You did want me, yeah?” he adorably then added. “Yeah!” I said, laughing. “Friday sounds good.” “Awesome!” he replied, with his biggest grin yet. And my whole body felt like it was about to burst with excitement. Because on Friday morning I would get to see AJ Jones again. Gorgeous, cute, funny, huge AJ Jones. Maybe the summer wasn’t going to be so boring after all.

Three A panic like no other shot through me when I opened up AJ Jones’ Facebook profile on the train full of passengers. Because staring back at me was a picture of a shredded bodybuilder, covered in bronzed competition tan, standing on stage in nothing but a pair of shiny lime, green posing trunks and cranking out a crab most muscular pose with his mouth cheekily wide open. FUCKING HELL. I shiftily glanced around. The woman sitting next to me was too engrossed in her own phone to have spotted the picture of the grotesque looking muscle freak that had just popped up on my screen. Phew. Panic over. But then something else set in. Excitement. Adrenaline. Bewilderment. Because, as expected earlier that day, AJ Jones, who wanted to be my friend on Facebook, was a competitive bodybuilder. Oh my fucking GOD. And I was dying. BURSTING, in fact, to see his profile picture again. I wanted every single person in the train carriage to fuck the fuck off so I could look at the image that was imprinted on my brain. That muscle. The attitude. The shiny lime green trunks. FUCK. It felt like the longest train journey ever, but when I was finally home and in the comfort of my own bedroom, I was able to see the picture again in all it’s otherworldly glory. I almost couldn’t believe what I was looking at. AJ Jones, my old friend from school, on stage at a bodybuilding show, flexing his muscles and cranking up the ‘tude in a pair of the nastiest posing trunks imaginable. As I fully delved into AJ’s Facebook page I discovered a whole host of amazing pictures. AJ flexing backstage with various other shredded freaks in competition tan, cheeky bathroom selfies he’d taken while flexing and holiday snaps of him, either topless or bulging out of tiny vests. But none were as surreal or incredible as the various pictures of AJ on stage showing off his shockingly shredded, mass packed physique. Brutally huge, round boulder shoulders, outrageous sized biceps, brilliantly detailed quads, gorgeous shaped tummy popping abdominals, a pair of the thickest, chest popping muscle tits and a set of obscenely developed, beautifully round glutes barely contained by the shiny material of his posers all stared up at from my laptop screen. He really was a like a mini Mr Olympia in the making. And the ‘tude. Fucking HELL the ‘tude. AJ always had a fun, cheeky, mischievous side when we’d been friends at school. That had evidently resulted in AJ The Bodybuilder being a cocky as fuck poser on stage, pulling cheeky, animated facial expressions with every single pose he hit. If his mouth wasn’t arrogantly wide open, a huge, proud and admittedly gorgeous grin was plastered on his scrunched to buggery face. His tongue even made an appearance in a few cheeky shots. As I looked at a picture of him hitting a front lat spread on stage while outrageously pulling up the straps of his shiny, lime green posing trunks, his whole gloriously bronzed painted body shredded and bulging with thick, developed mass and his lips pursed into an arrogant expression, I completely forgot that I was looking at a guy I used to have sleepovers with. I was just looking at an insanely hot, shredded bodybuilder flexing his muscles on stage. And, like the majority of times I look at shredded, flexing bodybuilders, I was rock hard and insanely turned on. I couldn’t stop myself. I had to wank off. I needed to spunk a load to the cocky, roided up muscle freak on my laptop screen, who’d transformed and moulded his physique to become something barely human. And so I looked at his astonishing beef. The crazy veins snaking down his arms. His rock hard, gorgeous shaped ab blocks. His thick tits jumping up to his chin. Those insane fucking quads. That shiny, lime green poser bulge. That absurdly hot expression on this impossibly cute face. And I came. Fucking HELL did I cum. The most tremendous load in my boxers. FUCK YEAH! And then? Panic. Guilt. A slight feeling of wrongness. Because I’d just spunked off to AJ fucking Jones! What the FUCK?! What would he think if he knew? Surely he’d be weirded out. We were friends once. And now I was wanking off over a picture of him on the Internet. When I woke up the next morning, sober, but my head still thick and cloudy, I was considerably kinder to myself about the whole situation. So we were friends at school? Well, now he’s a fucking bodybuilder, I reasoned, and an obscenely hot one at that. What kind of muscle addict would I be if I hadn’t been turned on by him flexing on stage with his poser straps pulled up? Still, I vowed to not wank off over AJ again. It was a relatively easy task. Even if I did get a hard on every time I even thought about AJ’s pictures. Which was a lot in the days which followed. Every now and then I would take a sneaky peek at his profile again. I even wondered whether he’d message me. “Good to see you the other day, mate. Hey, here’s an idea. Wanna come round to my house and watch me flex in my shiny, lime green posing trunks? Cheeky, cocky facial expressions and all!” Pant pant fucking pant! He didn’t message me, of course. Because why would he? I was just an old school friend he’d bumped into one day at work. I probably rarely factored into his thoughts at all. My encounter with AJ had sparked something else in me, though. That overwhelming desire to be a bodybuilder had subsided, but I was suddenly both eager and motivated to join the gym again. I had been so good at going during my first year of university, but then I’d come home for the summer and I’d just slipped out of the habit. But this summer would be different. It was the perfect time to get back into it again. The Little Denton Leisure Centre probably didn’t have the best of gyms, but it was both cheap, and within walking distance of my parents’ house, so it would have to do. As I was rushing to get ready on the morning of my induction to the gym, I received a text from Naomi. “OH MY GOD! I just saw AJ Jones on your Facebook. I can’t believe that’s him!!” I smiled instantly when I read it. I hadn’t wanted to share our encounter with Naomi the previous Friday, but I was suddenly keen to talk about it. “I KNOW!! I actually bumped into him in Tesco. He works there now and he’s huge! It’s fucking bonkers.” Three dots appeared on my phone to tell me she was replying. “Really? Haha! I bet you had a right perv. He’s just up your street.” Ridiculously I blushed, but I loved how up front she was. As always. I became friends with Naomi not long after AJ and I drifted apart at school. When you’ve been friends with someone for that long you can pretty much say anything to them. “Hmmm. I guess he has gotten kinda hot.” And then I sent my favourite emoji. The cheeky looking one with the one eye closed and tongue sticking out. If AJ were an emoji, he’d definitely be that one. Three dots. “I know you too well.” And suddenly I missed Naomi like hell. I completely understood why she’d stayed in Brighton over the summer but there was no question the following two and half months would have been a lot more bearable if she had decided to come back to Little Denton like me. Sure, there were a couple of my school friends also back home for the summer who I’d already met up with once or twice, and I obviously now had my potential new gay friend Eddie to hang out with, but none of them could really compare to Naomi. None of them really knew me like she did. Our texts had also made me feel a lot better about the AJ situation. More specifically, my new found, overwhelming attraction for a boy who’d decided to transform himself into the kind of shredded muscle freak I’d been going nuts over for years. I hadn’t been to the Little Denton Leisure Centre since I was a kid. And yet, as soon as I walked in, the strong scent of chlorine was so familiar that it felt like I’d only been in there the day before. I informed the guy at reception (a rather fit and slightly beefy looking lad in a tight, black, work t-shirt) that I was there for my gym induction. He gave me a form to fill out, told me to take a seat and that someone would be with me shortly. The form asked me what my goals were for joining the gym. I ticked “To build muscle” and “Improve fitness level” and wondered why there was no option for “To become a shredded muscle freak and stand on stage flexing in shiny, lime green posing trunks”. I was so engrossed that I hadn’t notice the person I was waiting for had arrived and was now stood over me. “Alright, Noah!” OH MY FUCKING GOD! I recognised his voice instantly. I looked up and was suddenly right back in the meat aisle of Tesco. The walls of reality melting away, my mind racing, adrenaline pulsating through my body and strongly suspecting that I may never be in the presence of a human being so incredibly hot again. Beaming down at me with that oh-so familiar and gorgeous grin, his obscenely developed upper body bulging out of a similar black t-shirt to the one the guy on reception was wearing, was the junior competitive bodybuilder whose picture I’d wanked off to just five nights before and who I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about since.

"I'm going to go do one hell of a fucking work out until Mike shows up at opening in a few hours, but for now I think Ian is ready for round two. I know I fucking am." Any chance of round two?