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  1. 11 points
    Hello all. I've been around the forum for some time, and regularly post pictures, but this is my first actual story I've written for the forums. I've chatted on Skype and Discord about freakishly, inhumanly, conditioned bodybuilders and those chats have inspired me to write this (I’ve also posted some of those chat logs here: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/9851-extreme-conditioningfreakishly-lean-chat-logs/) I’ve decided to write a contest prep journal of sorts. Following the main character from the start of prep at 16 weeks out up to the competition and immediately after (for those unfamiliar with bodybuilding contest prep, 16 weeks is the standard time you diet for to get ready for a show). Since prep usually starts out slow I move through the beginning quickly and become more detailed the closer he gets. In standard muscle fiction style though, this is no ordinary bodybuilder and no ordinary prep as he ends up becoming the leanest, most inhumanly conditioned bodybuilder anyone has ever seen. I hope people enjoy it. Special thanks to @ShreddedFreaksLoverfor his Jeff stories and the inspiration they have provided, and to all those shred and vascularity lovers I’ve chatted with over the years for the material to draw from. Also thanks to @muscledlust for inspiring me to share some of my rants on conditioning and to all those I've chatted with over the years. The main character’s name is Sven, he’s competed in bodybuilding once before. He also has a day job as an engineer and professor at a university. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 16 Weeks Out Here we go again. It’s been four years since I last competed. My first, last, glorious failure on the stage. Why am I doing this again? After all that pain? After I swore I’d never step on stage again? I get angry just thinking about it. That stupid so called friend and training partner who said he’d help me prep. The feeling of abandonment and disillusionment I felt after the show, of being kicked by the curb and forgotten. Why? Who knows. It’s a world I’ve never fit in. Never been “one of the guys”. Perhaps that’s good though. Most the people I’ve meet in this sport are self-centered, shallow, assholes. Maybe it’s better I’ve never quite fit. I was so angry after that show. Angry at him, angry at all the people I knew at that gym, angry at myself. No, angry isn’t right, disappointed. I had serious potential. I could have won. I had been training for years. Obsessed with muscle and bodybuilding ever since I was a little kid. I remember the first time I saw a bodybuilder, or, at least highly muscular man. Thank god for Soloflex commercials and ESPN. I didn’t even know what I was looking at. All I knew was it was power and masculinity at a level I had never seen. Wearing only a stripped black and yellow spandex singlet, muscles exploding through the fabric. Huge, monstrous, unbelievable muscles. Bowling ball sized biceps, perfectly round and split. A ripped eight pack clearly visible through the fabric. Thighs so big they pushed their legs apart threatening to rip the singlet apart at the seams. Capped with an impossibly massive set of shoulders. So wide and round it looked like he had stuffed football shoulder pads under his skin. Absolute power and strength in human form. I wanted that. I wanted to be that. I was hooked. Anything with muscle, it didn’t matter what kind. Gymnasts, football players, strongmen, bicyclists (big thighs and calves), exercise videos, workout machine commercials, adds for weight lifting sets in Boys Life, muscular actors on TV, and of course the holy grail, bodybuilding books and magazines (this was before the internet). But always in secret. I knew such interests would not sit well with my family, they wouldn’t understand. I was a geek. A young, awkward, probably slightly aspergers, engineer and band geek from a family of academics. We simply didn’t do football, or weightlifting, or “manly” sports. We cross country skied and ran. I hate running. Secretly, at night, I would stuff clothes under my sweatshirt and flex in the mirror a-la Hans and Franz from Saturday Night Live. Wishing I had muscles like those men I so admired. I was always fascinated by american football shoulder pads. Not because I wanted to play football, but because I love the illusion of size and width they gave. Seeing those massive men with mountain range wide capped shoulders and lycra encased tree trunk legs was all I ever cared about with that game. I'd also sneak into my parents closet and steal my dads spandex cycling shorts and bibs. The connection between muscle and compression wear was always apparent to me and I loved the way it felt. Powerful, masculine, strong. In high school, as soon as I was old enough, I started to train, quietly, slowly, under the radar. Some friends and I started lifting at the local YMCA. It was a 45 minute bus ride, one way, and not the most glamorous of places. This was no LA Fitness. The gym was in the old pool (literally). No windows, all tile walls, no AC. I was in heaven. My friends lasted 3 weeks, I never stopped. Despite being a geek and never playing any sports I was always strong for my size. I took quite naturally to lifting. I had no trainer, no guide, and relied on books and articles, but I made good progress. The start of the journey from 140 lb band geek to 230 lb wall of muscle. I love training. Being in the gym is home to me. I'm absolutely addicted. Training your ass off to get bigger and stronger. The mental and physical discipline required. The meticulous diet, every bite engineered not for enjoyment but to fuel and develop your muscles even further. Getting in the gym and working harder than anyone else around you. Pushing beyond what is normal and human, past pain, past weakness, and training like a fucking animal. Your every move, every thought and action dedicated to one goal, one purpose, to transform yourself from a normal, undisciplined, weak, human into a walking god of muscle and power. Unrecognizable from your previous state. No other sport can do that. Turn a man into a god. The longer I trained the more I became obsessed not only with muscle, the size and the power, but with conditioning. Seeing a bodybuilder with obscene road map vascularity, razor sharp cuts, paper thin, grotesque skin, and the most magnificent and shocking off all, striated, alien walnut glutes. It all made the muscle all that more intense and primal. The bodybuilder no longer looked human. No longer a mortal man, but now transformed into a being of raw muscle and fiber. I remember way back when Rich Gaspari freaked everyone out when he walked on stage for the first time with striated glutes. No one had ever seen anything like it before or even imagined it for that matter. It stunned the entire crowd. Now straited glutes are standard, almost required. I love how bodybuilders keep pushing the envelope of what people think the human body is capable of. Evolving into more and more perfected forms. To me the pinnacle of that evolution is conditioning. Zero percent bodyfat, veins covering every inch of skin, cuts so deep you can lose your finger in them, and saran wrap thin transparent skin. Conditioning is the great equalizer. It doesn't matter if your huge roided up bodybuilder or a men's physique guy, conditioning wins, period. It separates the amateurs from the complete freaks who have taken their sport and dedication to the next level. You could have 50 lb more muscle on you than another guy but if he is peeled to the bone without an ounce of fat or water, he wins. Everyone else on stage looks fat in comparison. That is why I love bodybuilding. The transformation from normal human to inhuman, god like, perfection. Through absolute discipline, an insane work ethic, and relentless effort the pinnacle of the evolution of male physique can be achieved. It’s beautiful because it is so rare and difficult. Only the most dedicated ever get close. Seeing how far it can be taken. Seeing how perfected and absolutely fat, water, and skin free the body can become. Becoming a walking anatomy chart that makes people puke and look away when they see it. To me that is the ultimate goal. Let the mass freaks have their day, I vote for the beyond shredded competitor every time. I've been around bodybuilding contests and bodybuilders for a long time. It's insane when you see someone in person with that truly contest ready, obscene, level of conditioning. You can't look away. Every movement is like a cascade of alien muscle and fibers. It's unreal. Nothing about the person looks human. Everything on their body is ripped beyond belief, not just the normal bodybuilding muscles. Their face, hands, feet, everything. Not to mention those gorgeous, walnut like, striated glutes. You don't count as ripped in my book unless your ass looks alien and your face has striations. One of my favorite parts is the face. That sunken in, skinless, skelator diet face you get when you've really achieved anatomy chart status. You can see the jaw muscle fibers and every disgusting cut and insertion on their face. One of the hottest looks I've ever seen. I love the thought of people being able to know you're that ripped just by seeing your face. Fully clothed and you know there’s an inhuman freak underneath, just from one look. I have fantasies about what being that lean must be like. Walking around knowing no one else around you comes even close to the level of perfection you've achieved. Going to the gym and taking your shirt off in the locker room to change and people just stare in awe and disgust. Not so much a freak as a superior man (which can sound bad, but I don't mean it that way). Knowing that you've developed your physique to a level of size and conditioning most will never approach. Perfected and carved like a masterpiece. Knowing you put in the hard work, diet, and training to obtain the physique you want while most others just dream of it. Seeing how others react when they see what a human body can really look like. What it can achieve, compared to their pathetic, fat, weak bodies. The unwavering discipline that you have that they don't. Ultimate alpha status. Wearing normal clothes, knowing that under your shirt is the most insane, grotesque, beyond humanly ripped physique anyone has ever seen, or even dreamed of for that matter. Being at work and knowing you’re an absolute freak. Under your shirt is a dry and skinless eight pack, crawling with veins. Your quads are disgusting road maps with inch deep cuts, and your glutes are so shredded you leave ridges in chairs when you sit on them. You eat chicken and broccoli while everyone else eats doughnuts and hot pockets. You fuel your body and goals, never wavering in your discipline, they don’t. People stare at your face when you walk by, talking behind your back about how "gross" it looks. Your hands covered with hundreds of veins, the skin so thin it gets sucked between each finger. Looking down, lifting up your shirt, and revealing the most grotesque, alien, vein covered abs anyone has ever seen. People around you gasp and stagger back at the sight. It's so unreal, so mutated and alien, people can't even comprehend what they're seeing. You've pushed your body and your conditioning to such an extreme level you no longer even resemble a normal human. The ultimate goal of any bodybuilder, to become so freakish people can't even comprehend what they see. To push what it means to be human to entirely new levels of size, development, and conditioning. Waking up in the morning and seeing your reflection in the bathroom mirror. Barely even able to recognize yourself. Living your life as a fucking freak. Looking down and seeing this skinless, vein covered mutant. Even touching your own body feels alien. All your hard work reflected in that body. Moving your paper-thin skin around your abs and watching how it forces the veins to move. Flexing your pecs and being able to count the sinews and feel each ridge and valley. Knowing you want more. Seeing how your skin could be thinner, the sinews in your chest ever deeper. Waking up every morning knowing that your leaner and freakier than the day before. In bed feeling that your abs are that bit tighter, skin that bit thinner, a new vein in your quad. It feels incredible. You can see the transformation before your eyes almost. That pushes to you work even harder. To be even more strict and disciplined. To push it to the next level and then the next. It becomes addicting. Wanting that feeling every morning. Not being able to wait to see what the mirror tells you you've become. What new level of beyond human conditioning you’ve achieved. I also sometimes wonder if their cocks also get just as freaky and vascular. I love the idea of this shredded as fuck, vein covered, muscular cock to go with that body. So lean even the head has a web of veins popping out. Rock hard, pulsing with garden hose thick veins. The perfected cock for the perfected human body. I think they’d be able to work out their cocks just like they work their muscles. Training them and getting some unreal muscle tissue and development. Bringing the definition of dick skin shreddedness to a whole new level. Crafting this muscular, alien, beast cock. So muscular and strong it can lift weights just like any other muscle. Hold up a man with their cock alone. The true definition of dick skin. Becoming so shredded your entire body is one giant muscular, inhuman, cock of muscle. My ideal cock would be that. Huge, angry, and just as grotesque as the body of the man who possessed it. You could see it bulging angrily against my shorts, so massive and thick you can see its veins through the fabric. Pulsing with blood and power. Trained and perfected just like my muscles. I'm able to exert absolute control over it, flexing and pumping it like a muscle. Able to make it rock hard on command, leaking pre-cum on command. Fed from my massive freak balls. Trained to produce limitless amounts of pre and cum. My cock able to orgasm over and over without ever getting soft. No limit to what it can do. Thicker than a beer can and over a foot long hard. Almost a being all its own. Developed to such a point it’s no longer a just a cock but an embodiment of pure muscle and power. Men see it and instantly try and look away but cannot. They stare at it. Massive and red, angry with power and size. An obscene web of veins crawling over the shaft, wrapping around it, feeding its power. The massive bright red pulsing head. So bloated and developed the fibers running along its surface flex and twitch at my command making the head resemble two huge striated pecs. I watch in horror as I flex and turn my cock head into a symphony of striations and cuts. The massive slit running down the middle, endlessly leaking pre like a fountain. I imagine curling plates with it. The shaft pumping up and flexing growing an even more intense red. It's as if my cock is on fire, burning with uncontainable power and desire. The huge veins explode causing the shaft to transform into an alien roadmap of pulsing, squirming, mountains feeding my cock with more blood, forcing it bigger and bigger. I can see it growing right before my eyes. No longer a remotely human cock, but a grotesque mutation of muscle and testosterone. The true cock of the beyond human, shredded, and skinless god who I’ve become. The ultimate cock for the ultimate physique. All of this which brings me back to that competition. I was big, 250-260 lb offseaon at that time. Fluffy. I had never competed before, so I had some weight to lose to compete. Like most newer guys size was always more important to me than conditioning. Eat, lift, grow, eat, lift, grow, screw cardio. I had no idea how to prep for a show, so I asked a friend from the gym to help me. Long story short, things went south. My so called friend disappeared 5 weeks before the show, I lost my discipline and motivation, and everything feel apart. I came in soft, I didn’t place well, and I was disappointed and angry. I swore I’d never compete again. But it’s always there. Always nagging at me. That desire to try again. To do it right. To show all those so-called friends I had had what a freak I could really be. To set the record straight and prove to myself I could do it. I want to wipe the stage with their pathetic physiques. Win the contest without even hitting one pose. And I feel like I could now. I have the support of my new husband, I’m more stable and secure, and I know what I want. So, being an engineer, I went full OCD, turned on research mode, and came up with a plan. One of my all-time favorite freaks is John Meadows. His conditioning is always fucking unreal. His skin is so dry and thin it's just this grainy, disgusting, paper thin layer holding in an obscene amount of muscles and veins. Just looking at him almost makes you turn in disgust. Cut with veins cover every inch in such number you can barely see anything but vein and muscle. Plus he always touts the most awesome death face and just mutated appearance. Fucking love him. Old man grainy dick skin to an entirely new level. The freaky as fuck thing is that he stays almost that conditioned all year round. It's insane. I read every book he wrote, every training article I could get my hands on, watched every video. I attended seminars with him and learned all I could about contest prep and how to achieve his inhuman level of conditioning. I did this with other bodybuilders too. Frank McGrath, Dorian Yates, Miha Zupan, Helmut Strebl, Alessandro Galli and Carlton Loth among others. Every shredded to the bone, ripped beyond humanity bodybuilder I could find. I learned all I could. I also researched penis enhancement and training literature. Not only did I want to bring the most inhumanly shredded physique the world had ever seen to the stage, I wanted the freak muscle cock to go with it. I developed a training plan and drug regiment aimed at turning my modestly sized cock into a grotesque freak of nature. I’ve already started on this part. A year ago, I started pumping my cock religiously. First just the shaft, and then moving to the entire package. It felt incredible. At first, I couldn’t pump it up much, but over time my ligaments loosened and my cock became accustomed to the routine. Now in a marathon session I can pump it to over 10 inches in length, thicker than a beer can, bright red and pulsing with pre-cum. My balls the size of grapefruit. A true monster cock. I love the feeling of it between my legs. So massive and heavy. The massive mushroom head has become super sensitive and the slit leaks pre almost constantly. I’ve also gained greater control over my cock due to the pumping. My cum volume has markedly increased and I can generate an almost non-stop stream of pre-cum. I can get rock hard on command and my cock is more sensitive than ever. It’s almost like having your cock edged all day. Constant arousal and pleasure. I’m always at least semi-hard. It’s incredible walking around with it pumped, though it took some getting used to. Going to the gym and seeing it bulge through my shorts. Seeing others look, unsure of what they see, unsure if they want to see what they see. The feeling of absolute male power it gives me. Knowing I have a bigger cock than anyone else around. Silly I know, but nothing says alpha male like a giant leaking cock. But it’s not enough. I don’t just want a big pumped cock, nice as it is. I want a massive, shredded, muscular beast cock. Something so obscene men gag at the sight. Something no longer human. The pumping was just the first stage. Getting it used to being huge, being stretched and pumped. Now it was time to start stage two. I planned to train and supplement my cock just like a muscle. Take its now massive pumped state and transform it into a grotesque muscle cock. Now contest prep starts. It’s time to get revenge for my past. To set things straight. I want to walk on that stage the most conditioned, most inhumanly shredded freak of nature the world has ever seen. An absolutely skinless, walking anatomy chart, god of muscle without a single ounce of fat, water, or skin on my body. No longer remotely human. I will be the next Rich Gaspari. The next bodybuilder to shock the world with an unimaginable level of conditioning. Something never before seen or even dreamed of. But that’s not enough. Bodybuilders to this point have neglected their cocks. The perfect bodybuilder would have a cock to match their physique. Hell, some are even ashamed of the bulge in their posing suits. They try to hide it! I will treat it just as any other muscle. I will walk on that stage with a true muscle cock worthy of my perfected, skinless, physique. Bulging obscenely against my poser. The massive shaft and garden hose thick veins clearly visible through the fabric. Leaking an ever growing wet spot of pre. Flexing bigger and harder with every pose I strike. That will be my gift to the world of bodybuilding. Absolute development and perfection of the human body. A new state of masculinity and power. So that’s the plan. Start prep now, enter the contest, and fucking destroy everyone. I want to win without even hitting a pose. Win just taking off my shirt backstage. Hell, win just by letting them see my grotesque and peeled face. Have people puking and gagging just at the sight of me. Unable to even comprehend the skinless, vein covered, mass of fibers and striations in front of them. Wondering how such a person can even exist and, secretly, wanting it. Seeing their faces drop as they realize the have no chance of winning against the freak I've become. They may as well just quit now and save themselves the embarrassment of standing next to me on stage. Of going through their routine pretending that they could even compare, even begin compete against what I've achieved. Standing in witness to the next evolution of bodybuilding. It all starts now… To be continued.
  2. 5 points
    Seventeen All I could think about for the next few days was that evening I’d spent with AJ. It had been the most amazing night. The events of which had been going round and round in my head. Being in his car listening to the radio. The hoodie he’d gifted me. AJ teasing me about spontaneously squeezing a most muscular in my face. Seeing his shirtless torso in the changing room. The buzz of being with him in public at Tesco and everyone staring at him. AJ confessing to me what it’s like to be on stage. Me confessing to him about my Andy crush and confiding in him about Eddie. And that incredible moment when he’d pushed his leg against mine and hadn’t moved it. When it felt like the world had stopped. Even when I was reunited with my best friend, Naomi, for the first time in over a month, my mind was still very much on AJ and that evening. “Noah! Your arms look really beefy!” she said to me, as I got in her car. Much like when Eddie had complimented me on my arms the previous week, I failed to suppress a smug grin at Naomi’s comment. I also couldn’t help wondering what the hell she would ever think if she saw AJ’s enormous sized arms. “Been going to the gym a lot then?” “Yeah! Well, I haven’t really got that much else to do, have I?” I said, grinning. “Do you wished you’d stayed in London?” It was an interesting question. A few weeks ago I would have said yes. Because I had wished I had stayed in London when I’d first come back to Little Denton. But since I’d started hanging out with AJ, that had completely changed. Even just the thought of it was ridiculous. Three months in London probably spent working in a call centre and forking out for rent while the majority of my friends were back at their parents, versus the last few weeks spent exchanging cute, funny messages and hanging out with a painfully gorgeous bodybuilder. I couldn’t help smiling at the thought, which Naomi looked a little suspicious of. “Erm … nah. I think I did the right thing in coming back.” It wasn’t so easy to hide the fact that something was going on from Naomi when I was sat opposite her in the pub. “So what else have you been up to?” My mouth erupted in a coy grin which completely gave me away. I just couldn’t keep from smiling. She gasped and looked excited. “What?! What’s going on?” “Nothing!” I protested. She screwed her face up in a, “You can’t fool me!” expression. Which I couldn’t. Naomi knew me better than anyone. A lot of the time I didn’t even have to tell her what I was thinking for her to know. And she knew exactly when I was hiding something. I sighed. “OK! I’ve been going to the gym with AJ Jones!” She gasped again and her mouth curled into an amused and excited grin. She shook her head. “Hanging out with a bodybuilder? No wonder you look so happy!” I playfully rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t deny it. I was happy, and it was clearly written all over my face. “He looks huge in his Facebook pictures!” I told Naomi about mine and AJ’s Facebook messages, how he’d invited me to Scorpio’s and our nights in at his drinking and watching “Dom and Cole In The Land of Ug” (which, like most people our age, Naomi was also a huge fan of). And I told her about how cheeky and funny he was, both in his messages and in person, and how he was always teasing me about being a future muscle freak, and how he clearly liked to think he was corrupting me. As I told her, a suspicious smirk arose on her face. “You like him!” she said to me. “I can tell.” I felt immediately defensive. Because admitting I liked AJ, who, until a few days before, I was certain nothing more than platonic would ever happen with, was like openly confessing that I was in a potentially vulnerable situation. No one wants to be the person who likes someone who will never like them back. But this was Naomi. There was no hiding anything from her. So I decided to play it down. I shrugged. “Well he is a bodybuilder! But you know, he’s straight. Ummm … well …” and then I paused. Naomi gasped. “What?!” I realised in that moment how much I wanted to talk to Naomi about what had happened in AJ’s bedroom. “Something weird happened the other night!” And then I proceeded to tell her about his leg touching mine, but how he hadn't moved it afterwards. “Maybe he’s bi?” Naomi suggested. “Maybe! I dunno. Maybe it was just the alcohol?” I reasoned. “Hmmm. OK, don’t be pissed, but maybe because you kind of want something to happen, you’re reading too much into it?” It felt like a kick to the stomach, but I knew there was a chance that Naomi could have been right. After the pub we went back to mine. By then I’d told Naomi all about Eddie too. Hanging out with her, it was probably the least I’d thought about AJ for weeks. That changed, however, when I received that all too familiar notification on my phone which sent my pulse racing. AJ had sent me a Facebook message. “OK, new idea for an episode of AJ and Noah in The Land of Beef.” My face grew into an ecstatic, dreamy grin when I saw it. The same one it always did. Only that time there was someone in my company who’d noticed it. “Is that AJ?” Naomi asked. “Maybe!” I sheepishly replied. “Your face!” She looked surprised at just how pleased I was to get a text from him. “You really like him!” she said, with a smug grin. I groaned, and put my face in my hands. There was no use denying it. But admitting my feelings for AJ to another person, my stomach suddenly twisted. I actually felt a little scared about the situation. “Hey, are you still going into town tomorrow?” AJ messaged me, after telling me about his episode idea which involved him finding a magic pill which meant he couldn’t stop growing and turned into an excessive monster who could barely walk (FUCKING HELL). His message threw me. Was he about to make another offer? Invite me round to his house to get drunk again? Or maybe watch Dom and Cole stoned? The thought of either of those scenarios filled me with excitement. And I wondered, for a moment, whether I could ditch Naomi on her weekend back. Then immediately felt guilty about it. “One of my mates from college has just reminded me it’s his birthday. I’m gonna be in town too.” AJ explained. I was confused, but excited at what was unfolding. “Awesome!” I replied. “Maybe we could come and meet you guys?” My heart was pounding. AJ and his straight mates wanted to come and meet me, Naomi and Eddie at a gay pub. It was so unexpected. Would such a thing even work? I told Naomi, who seemed surprised, but also excited at what was unfolding too. “Would they even let them in the pub?” she asked. “Dunno!” I replied, shrugging. Why would AJ even want to come to a gay pub? And then I remembered what I’d told him the other night. That he’d probably “get mobbed” if he went to a gay pub. Maybe that comment had left him curious and he wanted to find out how much attention he’d receive? “Tell him to come and meet us!” Naomi said. I could tell she was really excited at the prospect of seeing what would happen. “You, me, Eddie and AJ? I can’t imagine it!” I said. Just the thought of it made me nervous. Eddie and AJ together. AJ in a gay pub. What the fuck?! But I couldn’t deny that the idea kind of excited me too. Introducing AJ to my friends. Showing him off. Seeing their reaction to how outrageously muscular he was. And of course, it would mean I’d get to spend yet another evening with him. I typed a message. “OK! But I told you. You’ll probably get mobbed!” And then I erased it, and decided to play it cool instead. “Sounds good! Just send me a text!” “I bet he doesn’t come and meet us!” I said to Naomi. “His friends won’t wanna come to a gay pub!” “You never know!” She had this mischievous smirk on her face. “Maybe he just really wants to see you again!” she playfully said. I rolled my eyes and grinned. While all the time pondering the possibility that maybe she was right.
  3. 4 points
    Hehe! Actually chapter 18 ends on a bit of a cliffhanger too!
  4. 4 points
    Jan wirkte noch ein wenig perplex meiner plötzlichen Überleitung wegen, ich war aber schon aufgesprungen und (während mein Penis auf meinen Oberschenkeln aufschlug ) zum Schreibtisch gegangen. Während der Rechner hochfuhr sagte mir dann der Fußballer seine Mailadresse und ich hämmerte mit meinen großen Pranken ein wenig auf die Tastatur ein. Ich ging auf die Seite und fand sogleich den EMPFEHLEN Button. Ich drückte ihn und gab die Mailadresse von Jan ein. „David!“, rief Jan plötzlich lauter. Anscheinend hatte er schon länger versucht mit anzusprechen. „Was ist los?“, fragte er dann erneut. Es ertönte das Geräusch einer versendeten Email und ich drehte mich dann langsam um. Mein Penis war schon wieder am hochfahren – allein der Gedanke an Jan der in meine Gewichtsklasse und Liga aufsteigen würde.... Ich ging langsam auf ihn zu und fing etwas zögerlich an ihm alles zu erzählen. Dass ich vor ein paar Wochen noch ein leicht übergewichtiges Mobbinopfer von ihm und Sven war. Dass ich langsam über die Ferien dank dieser Seite wuchs und meine Muskeln, mein Schwanz und meine Dominanz sich änderten. Während ich sprach stand mein Gemächt irgendwann in voller Größe; Jans Gesicht verhärtete sich aber ebenfalls von Minute zu Minute als er mir zuhörte. Ich war fertig mit meiner Geschichte und der junge Mann mir gegenüber stand wortlos auf, zog seine Hose und Shirt an und ging Richtung Tür. Es war nun an mir perplex zu sein und ich ging im mit fragendem Blick nach: „Ehm... Jan?“, versuchte ich ihn anzusprechen. Er stoppte, drehte sich rum und hatte Tränen in den Augen – aber vor Wut. So sein Gesichtsausdruck zumindest. Er wirkte echt sauer, als er trotz allem beherrscht sprach: „DU! Du warst ein Mobbingopfer? Ja klar. Seit ich dich kenne und mich erinnern kann, warst du ein Muskelmonster. Fetter Biceps, dicke Brust und immer nur im Fitnessstudio unterwegs. Ja klar. Verarsch nur den kleinen Jan mit so einer Muskel-Wachstums-Gesichte. Ich kenne die aus dem Netz. Die ominöse Seite die dich wachsen lässt. Ernsthaft.... Meinem Dad habe ich mal gesagt, dass ich Bodybuilding probieren will und er hat es mir verboten. Das war NACHDEM er total ausgerastet ist und diese Typen als grenzdebile Narzissten mit einem gestörten Verhältnis zu ihrem Körper tituliert hat. Dir erzähle ich es und du verarschst mit so einer Story. Hätte ich doch nur mein dummes Maul gehalten.“ Ich wusste nicht, was ich sagen sollte und wollte nur nach seiner Schulter greifen, er fegte sie aber schon in der Bewegung weg und schnauzte mich an: „FASS mich nicht an! Zieh dir was an und LASS. MICH. IN. RUHE!“ Damit stampfte er aus dem Haus und ich hörte nur, wie die Tür geknallt wurde. Unschlüssig was ich tun sollte und warum es sich in meinem Magen und in der Herzregion so seltsam anfühlt, saß ich auf meinem Bett. Keine Ahnung wie lange, denn irgendwann hörte ich erneut die Haustür und meine Eltern kamen nach Hause. Ich kippte schnell das Fenster, dass der Geruch rausging und dann legte ich mich ins Bett und tat so, als ob ich schlafen würde. Es dauert noch sehr lange, bis sich mein Kopf und Magen beruhigt hatten und ich dann tatsächlich schlafen konnte. Am nächsten Morgen hoffte ich einfach mal auf beruhigte Gemüter und das alles nicht so schlimm war. Mit unsicheren Schritten ging ich in Richtung der Schule und dann in die Aula. Ich suchte alles nach Jan ab – fand ihn aber nicht. Erst in der 2. Stunde bekam ich ihn dann zu sehen. Unsere Blicke trafen sich auf dem Gang und er schaute bewusst und immer noch sauer dreinblickend weg. Ich ging auf ihn zu und wollte anfangen zu reden, doch er fiel mir direkt ins Wort. „Na was ist, Dominik? Auf der Suche nach Steroiden?“, dann ging er weiter. Ok... Ich hatte es total verbockt. Die Woche ging noch so weiter. Egal wann ich Jan ansprechen wollte kam ein dummer Spruch, der mich nicht wirklich verletzte, aber zeigte, wie sauer der Fußballer war. Mein Spaß an Schule, Sport und Co verflog mit jedem weiteren Tag. Ich kam mir wie ein Idiot vor, dass ich tatsächlich vergessen hatte, dass die Seite wohl auch die Erinnerungen aller Personen angepasst hatte. Meine Eltern, Lehrer und (Ex-)Rivalen. Meine Eltern merkten, dass etwas los war, ich blockte aber ab und erzählte irgendwelche Dinge von der Schule und viel Streß und so... Am Sonntag morgen klingelte mein Handy und mit verschlafener Stimme ging ich ran. „Ja?“, murmelte ich. „David. Jan hier...“ er wirkte nervös. Mit einem Mal saß ich aufrecht im Bett. „Hey!“, versuchte ich normal zu klingen. War das zu viel? Zu freudig? „Was gib...“ „... ich muss dich was fragen.“ Unterbrach er sofort. „Ja?!“, meinte ich neugierig. „Den Link... die Seite... die du mir geschickt hast. Ja.... ehm... stimmt das?“ „Was genau meinst du?“ „Naja... das du... vor ein paar Wochen... noch dick und so warst....“ „Jan... ich wollte und habe dich nie belogen. Es ist wahr und ich will nur, dass du auch das bekommst, was du dir so sehr wünschst. Es passt automatisch die Erinnerung der Leu...“ „Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.“, kam es dann nur von der andere Seite und ich konnte nicht zu Ende ausreden. „Was ist los? Was ist passiert?“, fragte ich alarmiert. „...“ „JAN! Was ist?“, hakte ich energischer nach und es folgte auf der anderen Seite ein Seufzer, bevor Jan erzählte. „Ich.... Sven und ich waren verabredet, er hat aber abgesagt. Ich saß am Samstag Abend alleine zu Hause und wurde... naja... geil. Ich wollte im Netz nach „Material“ suchen und ich erinnerte mich an deine Mail. Ich dachte immer noch, dass du mich verarscht hast und klickte dennoch auf den Link. Ich dachte, da kommt dann so ein 3D Modell, dass du anpassen kannst und ich kann... naja... ein bisschen rumspielen. Ich gab Fantasie-Werte ein und das alleine machte mich schon mega geil. Kurz bevor ich kam schickte ich dann die Werte ab und dachte an nichts. Es kam kurz darauf eine Antwortmail, dass meine Anfrage beantwortet wird. Ich war... total fertig mit den Nerven da ich nicht wusste, was das sollte und ob ich jetzt Probleme bekommen würde. Dann die Bestätigung. Mein Auftrag wird bearbeitet und auf Grund der Dringlichkeit sind die Korrekturen in 4 Wochen umgesetzt. Ich dachte immer noch, das sei ein Scherz... und heute Morgen habe ich mich gewogen. Ich habe 4kg zugenommen! DAVID! 4-fucking-Kilo!!!“ „Das ist doch super!!“, versuchte ich positive Energie zu verbreiten. „NEIN! Du verstehst nicht... Ich habe FANTASIE Werte eingegeben.“ „Oh...“ dämmerte es mir. „Was für ein Gewicht hast... du denn... eingegeben?!“, fragte ich nun vorsichtig. „220 kg bei 5% Körperfett.“ „Fuck.“
  5. 3 points
    Authors Note: Can’t really tell my wife that I’m narcistically in love with my own muscles. Or that I get off on growing. Even after 20-years of lifting. So here you guys go. Some fiction from fact. P.S. I still kept the shorts. ========================= RIIIPPPPPPP “DAD! I think you’re growing too big!” My teenage son, Danny, squealed as my swim shorts blew apart. Those squats I did this morning must have really paid off, I gleefully thought. Not to mention those three protein shakes. “No such thing, champ!” I proudly responded. Giving him a mighty flex of my colossal-sized muscle arms. We were at the community pool together. On a hot day too. All the families, parents and kids, were already staring at my super sized bodybuilder physique. But when the shorts began to go, that’s when people really began to look. “Besides, kid... Ladies love when a man is built like an Ox!” I continued to mentor my son. Seeing all the hot moms drool. The skinny or fat fathers enviously compare. Looking down I did look fucking enormous. Especially my legs. Monstrous even. 34-inches of skull crushing man muscle to be exact. Yet I still wanted more. A lot more... “But, Dad, you’re almost bigger then an Ox!” Danny, weeped. I always loved when the kid would say shit like that. With his jaw flat on the floor. The whole crowd onlooking. How could I not continue to arrogantly pump and flex each muscle masterpiece. *POP* *POP* Watching the threads of my shorts literally pull apart. It was times like these I couldn’t help but devilishly day dream that I was actually growing bigger. Bigger by the second. Just like all the movies and comic books. Some greedy little growth monster. Feasting upon every minute. RIIIPPPP RIIIIPPPPPPPPP “Ooooh, yeah! Just look at all that power, son!” I arrogantly stated. Still displaying my awesome show of strength. Bigger and bigger my legs seemed to grow though. As if the pump was boundless. Endless. Even my child crushing butt muscles (the absolutely massive watermelon-sized muscle glutes) seemed to reach such unprecedented proportions, my swim shorts couldn’t help but detonate around the back as well. *SNAP, SNAP* “Like... who wouldn’t want to be this strong!?” I grinned in response to my butthole blowout. Totally high off the power. Even drunkenly hugging my face against all 28-inches of bicep. I knew my swim shorts were about to completely go. Yet I just couldn’t seem to stop myself. “In fact, I wouldn’t mind growing double this size!” I openly confessed. “DOUBLE!?!” Danny, weeped once more. “Oooooh, yeah, son...” I groaned with a final flex. “Maybe even triple...” It was in those last insane words that everything fell apart. Feeling like a total beast as my legs swelled beyond any previous measure... RIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPP ...“Whoa!!! That guys huge!” - “He’s like the Hulk, mom!” - “I’ve never seen muscles so big!”... I could hear people of all ages spout there praise. Like that rush of being on competition stage. Only multiplied. Making the blood even rush to my dick. So excited by own my muscle prowess. And while I know you might be wondering about the clothing situation, I had luckily prepared for such an occasion. Having previously destroyed three pairs of pants in public, tons of shirts and underwear, I figured I should always wear a pair of posers before ever leaving the house. Today’s color was bright green. “OH-GOD!!!” Danny, squealed this time. With his usual low teenage voice reaching an all time high. I couldn’t help but grin as his eyes got lost amongst all the colossal valleys of leg-muscles. Realizing, more then ever, that each leg totally dwarfed the width of his entire physique. “I think you might be the biggest bodybuilder in the world, Dad!” Danny, could hardly speak. “Gettin there, champ!” I chuckled at his response. Continuing to flex proudly as an even bigger crowd of people showed up. “Jesus, Clark... I’ve never seen anything like it! How much are you weighing these days?” That was our next store neighbor, Nathan. Who quickly made his way to the front of the line. He was by the far the second biggest dad there. A gym rat himself. Puny by comparison. But then again, who wasn’t. Oh and that was me by the way - Clark. “About 340 pounds...” I responded with another titanic flex. “Still growing like a teenager though...” I confidently boasted. Especially after seeing, Nathan, linger his gaze around my triumphant man-bulge. If only I could grow bigger down there too, I delightfully thought. 9-inches was honestly beginning to look small against all this muscle. ...“He’s bigger then Superman!” - “Can I feel your muscles?” - Would you mind taking a picture?” The crowd continued. About a dozen people felt up my muscles. It didn’t matter what age. Even, Nathan, queerly felt up my tree-sized muscle thighs for a bit. My king sized biceps. And nearly half the crowd took pictures. When we finally got back to the locker room, I was on cloud-nine. I honestly thought the day couldn’t get any better. The week for that matter. Feeling as if I had just experienced a fantasy, rather then real life. And yet little did I know, the day was far from being over... RIIIIPPP RIIIIPPPPPPPP “Oh god, Dad! Not again!”...
  6. 3 points
    you big tease muscleaddict come on man !!!
  7. 3 points
    Wait till you see how chapter 19 ends!
  8. 3 points
    You cant leave me hanging like that, man. It crushes the soul.
  9. 3 points
    Next chapter! Slightly longer than the previous ones. Some of you might notice a little nod to one of my past stories in this one. Sixteen I couldn’t deny that every time I had been at Scorpio’s Gym with AJ, I had gotten a kick out of the fact that I wasn’t just out in public with a bodybuilder, but one so utterly huge and cute. At Scorpio’s, though, people were so accustomed to seeing AJ, and lads even bigger than him (6’3 regional champion bodybuilder Mark Green for a start) that the image of a real life bodybuilder barely caused a second glance. This was not the case when AJ and I took a trip to Tesco. I was shocked at just how many looks and stares AJ received. And he wasn’t even wearing a vest. He seemed completely unfazed by it too, presumably because he worked here and probably experienced that level of attention on a regular bases. I, on the other hand, was completely unprepared. There were times when it annoyed me a little. Particularly if someone stared at him just a little too hard. But mostly, I kind of loved it. There was a certain look most people had when they saw the waddling bodybuilder bulging out of his tight, black t-shirt. A sort of mix of awe and intimidation. It was like they knew he had power. That he was something special and someone to be in awe of. Someone they would never be themselves, or even get close to being. “Can I ask you something?” I said, when I was sat back in the passenger seat of AJ’s car, clutching the bottle of work discounted vodka we’d just bought. “Does it ever bother you? People staring?” A cheeky, almost smug grin emerged on AJ’s painfully cute face. He shook his head. “Nah! It kinda just comes with being a bodybuilder!” I got the impression he really did love any and all attention. “It would be worse if I was taller! Imagine how many stares Mark Green gets when he waddles round Tesco’s?” “Mmmm,” I agreed, smiling and imagining some terrified elderly woman gawping at 6’3 muscle monster Mark as he filled up his entire trolley with egg boxes. “Which means you’ll definitely get loads of attention when we’ve transformed you into The Cookie Monster!” I giggled. “Do you think The Cookie Monster will have a waddle?” “Oh, deffo! And if he doesn’t, I’ll teach him how to do one!” he mischievously replied, while giving me his most utterly gorgeous grin. AJ’s mum and step-dad weren’t home. For some reason, the fact we were home alone gave me a strange kind of buzz. I still hadn’t seen Andy yet. I was dying to know what my first male crush looked like now. “And I wanna see you wearing that hoodie!” AJ said to me as we climbed the stairs to his bedroom. I grinned like crazy. I wasn’t sure if I’d have the nerve to go to a hardcore bodybuilding gym wearing one of their branded hoodies. Or anywhere for that matter. Maybe I’d just save it for our nights in at AJ’s watching Dom and Cole. I suddenly had an image of me and AJ on his bed, watching TV and cuddling up to each other in our different coloured Scorpio’s Gym hoodies. The whole evening with AJ had this electric sort of energy, but I probably felt it more than ever when I was sat on his bed drinking possibly the strongest vodka and coke I’d ever been poured. “Oh my God! That’s so strong!” I exclaimed. He gave me a mischievous grin and I couldn’t help thinking about our texts from a few weeks before, when I’d teased him for always having being a bad influence on me, even at school. The alcohol hit me during our second episode of “Dom and Cole In The Land of Ug”, which also happened to be one of my all time favourites. I had a feeling I was going to love it even much after that evening. “And I thought Naomi’s vodka’s measures were strong!” I said to AJ, interrupting the episode. AJ bit his lip and flashed me one of his cheeky grins again. “She’s coming back to Little Denton tomorrow for the weekend,” I informed him. “Ahhhh, awesome! What are you gonna get up to?” “Hmmm. Think we’ll probably just go for a pub lunch Friday. Just hang out. Saturday night we’re going into town.” “Gay pubs?” he asked. “Of course!” I replied. “Think they’d let me in?” he asked. I looked at him and he was giving with this cheeky little grin, but it felt like there was something else in his expression too. A strange hint of seriousness. It was almost like he was genuinely eager to know the answer. The question surprised me. AJ at a gay pub. I’d never really imagined it before, but suddenly I was. Suddenly I was imagining him in a gay pub with his ridiculously huge arm wrapped around me. People looking at us in awe and intimidation, wondering how the hell someone like me had bagged a huge, gorgeous bodybuilder boyfriend. “You’d get mobbed!” I scoffed. He furrowed his eyebrows. “Why?” he said, a mischievous grin emerging on his face. “You know why! Bodybuilder! Huge biceps!” Oh God. I definitely wouldn’t have added the “huge biceps” if I hadn’t been drinking. AJ was beaming. “They’re not that huge!” I playfully shook my head and just carried on grinning. “I have heard guys are a lot more likely to be impressed with bodybuilders than girls are!” AJ exclaimed. Something suddenly twisted in my stomach. My mouth was trying to curl into a smirk and I was desperately trying to prevent it. I decided not to respond, and just focused on the last part of Dom and Cole which was playing on AJ’s TV. “I still can’t believe you’re interested in the whole bodybuilding thing!” AJ said. Fuck! “Why?” I said, a little nervously and not looking at AJ. “I dunno. I just never would have guessed!” When the episode had finished, instead of putting on another one, AJ played around with his laptop and put some music on. I couldn’t help grinning when the early noughties dance song from the car journey started playing. “I’m the same boy I used to be.” I was momentarily disappointed when AJ sat back down on the bed. Because instead of sitting right next to me, he sat near my feet with his back against the wall so he had a better view of me. “OK, Noah, genuine question!” he said. “I know we joke about it, but would you really wanna be a bodybuilder?” Oh God. This time I couldn’t stop my mouth from curling into a smirk. I was nervous but also incredibly excited at the prospect of discussing such a thing. “Ummm … I would,” I confessed bravely, but feeling a little embarrassed, “but maybe just for, like, a day?” AJ giggled. “I can understand that!” The statement took me by surprise. I furrowed my eyebrows. “I thought you loved being a bodybuilder?” “Oh, I do! I just sometimes wish I was, well … normal!” he said, giving me this earnest and adorable smile. “It just gets a bit tiring at times. I’ve often thought it’d be cool if my body was like some sort of suit that I could take off and hang up in the wardrobe for a while, until I’m ready to be a bodybuilder again!” I couldn’t believe it. I’d fantasised so many times about being a huge, shredded muscle bull. Wondered what it would be like to be a flexing bodybuilder, strutting around on stage in a pair of tiny posers. I’d never imagined for one second that an actual bodybuilder might be doing the exact opposite, and wishing he were more like me. “Or maybe you could have some sort of superpower!” I suggested. “So one minute you’re a regular sized guy, and then, when you feel like it, you could transform into a muscle monster!” AJ beamed and laughed. “Yeah! That’d be a pretty awesome superpower!” I looked at the pictures of the hardcore, freakishly conditioned muscle monsters on AJ’s wall. Chris “Freaky Peaks” Jackson blowing up his insanely sized, nickname earning biceps. Blaine Holton cranking out a massive most muscular with his wide open. And AJ, himself, squeezing out his own crab most muscular in his shiny, lime green posing trunks while sticking out his tongue in the most brilliantly cocky fashion. And a familiar question entered my head. A question I’d been too nervous to ask AJ before. But now, with the atmosphere of the evening, the alcohol, the Scorpio’s Gym hoodie, and after weeks of cheeky, funny bodybuilding related banter over Facebook, I finally had the courage to ask it. “So, what’s it like being on stage at a bodybuilding show?” My heart started beating faster. The whole of AJ’s mouth curled into an excited, gorgeous grin. “Ahhh, mate! It’s the BIGGEST fucking rush!” FUCK!! I started to swell instantly. “I mean, it’s hard work. Really knackering! But you sort of push passed that. And once you do? Fuck! It’s just … bonkers! Knowing you’re in super shredded condition, all the months of training and dieting and … other things, leading to that moment. The audience going mad. Cheering you on. It’s just you and your muscles. All on display. And a bunch of other super shredded muscle freaks, of course!” Fuck, fuck, FUCK!! I was rock hard. “Posedowns are the best!” he added, still grinning excitedly. God. I loved how much AJ loved talking about bodybuilding. “That’s when you’ve finished all the compulsory poses and you and all the other bodybuilders just hit random poses across the stage for a few minutes!” Not only did I very much know what posedowns were, but they were amongst my favourite kind of muscle videos to watch on YouTube. And often guaranteed to leave my boxers shorts in a sticky mess. “Posedowns are just your chance to go crazy. Really let rip. Just pose and flex your fucking glutes off! And be a bit cocky with it!” he said. I couldn’t stop smiling. What a fucking rush it was to hear AJ talk so openly and candidly about what it was like to be a shredded freak, flexing his muscles and cranking up the attitude on stage. “Was that one taken during a posedown, then?” I teasingly asked, pointing to the picture of AJ on the wall. He did his cute, little giggle. “I honestly didn’t plan to be that cocky! It just sort of happened. I got a bit carried away in the moment, I guess!” I raised one eyebrow. “Hmmm. I believe ya!” I teasingly said. “Ahhh, mate. I can’t wait to see your face!” he said, animatedly. I pulled a confused face. “What?!” “When I spontaneously squeeze a most muscular. Right in your face!” FUCKING HELL!! I rolled my eyes and shook my head, all the time unable to hide the fact that I was grinning like crazy at the re-mention of the idea AJ had teased me about earlier that evening. And suddenly I was wondering what my reaction would be if AJ did make good on his promise by taking me by surprise and flexing in my face. Just the mere thought of seeing him squeezed into a most muscular up close made my dick swell and my heart pound. Fuck! It would undoubtedly be completely amazing. But there was something about the prospect of it happening which also made me nervous. Because what if my reaction or facial expression gave away the fact that I was a beef obsessed muscle addict, who was turned on by nothing more than the image of shredded, flexing muscle lads and bodybuilders? “It’ll be when you least expect it!” he teased. “I bet I wouldn’t even flinch!” I said, defiantly. He continued to look at me with a gorgeous, cheeky grin. “We’ll see!” A little later and AJ was pouring me another drink when my phone vibrated in my pocket. I did a little groan out loud when I saw it was a text from Eddie, then immediately felt like a dick and regretted it. “I hope you don’t have that reaction when you get messages from me?” AJ asked. It was such an absurd comment. I couldn’t help smiling at the irony of it. If only AJ knew what kind of effect receiving that notification did to me. It was interesting though, because when he said it, he had a cheeky smirk on his face. Almost like he knew I very much didn’t have that reaction when he messaged me. “Who is it?” AJ asked, curiously. Oh God. This was completely uncharted territory. Talking to AJ about boys. But the alcohol and the atmosphere seemed to be breaking down all the normal walls. I sighed. “Just this guy I’m kinda seeing.” “Oh yeah?” AJ’s voice was slightly odd. A little distant. It even seemed to break a little. He had this weird look on his face too. I wasn’t sure if he felt completely comfortable with the conversation. Maybe he wasn’t used to hearing gay guys talk openly about dating? It was almost as if he was trying to cover up the fact that he was bothered by it, but not doing a very good job. “Well … he’s more of a friend, to be honest. Well, that’s the way I see it anyway!” His face seemed to relax instantly. In fact, his mouth even curled into a little smile. He clearly wasn’t out of his depth anymore. Or maybe he was just simply getting used to hearing a guy talk about dating other guys? It probably was a little weird for him, I reasoned. “And what does he think?” he asked, with one eyebrow raised. I pulled an “eeeek” face and he grinned at me in response. “He likes you!” AJ guessed. I playfully rolled my eyes and sheepishly grinned. “I do kinda like him back! But there’s liking someone. And then there’s liking liking someone.” He furrowed his eyebrows. “Oh-kaaay.” I sighed. I was feeling brave. “Maybe you’ve never had it. But you know when … you just can’t stop thinking about someone?” Oh God. I almost couldn’t believe what I was saying. My heart was pounding. AJ’s expression suddenly turned serious. “Yeah,” he replied, nervously. He looked a little weary, even a little embarrassed, but seemed to be relating to what I was saying. If only AJ knew I was talking about him. “And the idea of seeing them just … makes your stomach go, like, crazy? Like butterflies?” I continued. AJ was looking at me. He cheeks suddenly looked rosey again, like they sometimes did, and I couldn’t quite work out whether it was the heat, or whether AJ was actually blushing. He still looked a little weary about the whole conversation, but the left side of his mouth curled into a coy and adorable grin, like he was reminiscing about one very such (extremely lucky) girl he’d felt that way about. And it was funny, because in that moment, I could feel them more than ever. Those fuck off massive butterflies. “Eddie’s a really nice guy, though,” I continued. “That’s his name, Eddie. Just …” AJ finished the sentence for me. “No butterflies!” I grinned. “Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing! I mean, he knows I’m going back to uni in September.” And then another weird expression washed over AJ’s face. Almost like a look of disappointment. Sadness even. It passed really quickly. Was it because I had reminded him I was going back to London in a few months? Which would be completely fucking adorable. And probably make me like him even more. But surely he didn’t value our rekindled friendship that much? I got the sense he really liked hanging out, but I was sure that AJ had a ton of friends to hang out with here in Little Denton. And ones he probably had a lot more in common with than me. Maybe it was the fact we had known each other for so long? Attraction aside, I definitely felt a strong sense of sentiment towards our friendship. Maybe he felt the same. A question came into my head. I was nervous to ask it. I almost didn’t want to, but curiosity got the better of me. “How about you? Been seeing anyone lately?” As soon as I said it, something twisted in my stomach. I suddenly didn’t want to know. AJ shook his head and groaned. “Nah! I can’t be bothered!” I grinned. I liked that answer. I really liked it. “I was seeing this girl last summer.” My stomach twisted again. The thought of AJ with a girl. Fuck! Hearing him mention it. I hated it. Because it made me realise that AJ would never be anything more than a friend. “I dunno, though,” AJ continued. “This is probably going to sound really bad, but I think I was just seeing her for the sake of it! It was almost, just, something to do!” I couldn’t help but laugh. “That did sound really bad, didn’t it?!” AJ asked. I thought about Eddie. “Mmmm. A little! But … I totally get it! I think I might even be doing that with Eddie a bit!” “We’re terrible human beings!” AJ said, laughing. “I didn’t even like her that much!” he continued. “All she seemed to care about was the way people looked. She was always going on about these reality TV people. Always showing me pictures of them on Instagram and telling me how amazing they looked. Who gives a shit about someone who was on last year’s Love Island? And whenever I talked about bodybuilding, or anything I was actually interested in, she’d sort of just glaze over and then quickly change the subject. Usually to her!” I had an image of this girl. Blonde, petite, really pretty, but gobby, shallow and completely self involved. Loving the fact that she’d bagged herself a sexy bodybuilder boyfriend with an insanely hot body, but not really caring about AJ at all. Not noticing all of his little quirks. The way the left corner of his mouth was always curling into this gorgeous, excitable grin whenever he talked about muscle or being a bodybuilder. The way his cheeks often looked more flushed than usual. Not noticing how great he smelt. Not wanting to constantly protect him and make him laugh and do anything to make him happy. Not wishing she could spend every moment wrapped up in his arms. I was suddenly filled with an overwhelming, almost sickening hatred for this girl. “Well, she sounds likes a real keeper!” I said. AJ did one of his cute, little giggles in response. “And you know, I was seeing her for three months and she never once asked me about my name!” “No way!” I replied. “Yep! I mean, it’s usually one of the first things people ask me about. What does AJ stand for?” AJ’s expression then turned uncharacteristically serious again. “Can I ask you a question?” he said, slightly cautiously. “Of course!” I replied, intrigued. He looked nervous again. And a little weary. For some reason I felt a pang of nerves. I had no idea what AJ was about to ask me. “When did you know that you liked lads?” “Ummm … probably when I was about twelve or thirteen!” AJ looked surprised. “That’s pretty young!” he said. “Mmmm. I don’t think I really admitted it to myself until I was older, though. It’s not really something you think that deeply about when you’re that young. I always just, sort of, pushed it to the back of my mind. And then when I was about fifteen, I just thought, yeah, I’m gay!” “Was it, like, one specific thing?” AJ asked. He seemed a little more confident about tackling the subject. “Or one particular guy?” Oh God! My mouth curled into an amused grin. I couldn’t help it. AJ furrowed his eyebrows. “What?” “Do you really wanna know?” I asked. And all of a sudden, AJ looked nervous again. Did he think I was about to say that he was the reason I realised I was gay? “Tell me!” he gently ordered. I groaned, and put my face in my hands, unsure of whether I really wanted to make the confession I was about to. I screwed up my face and closed one eye. “It was Andy!” AJ furrowed his eyebrows. “Andy, who?” “Andy, Andy!” I exclaimed, with my eyes wide open. His mouth curled into an “O” shape. “Noooo!” he said, shocked but clearly amused. “What, you fancied my mum’s boyfriend?!” I nodded, embarrassed but also getting a kick out of confessing my old secret crush to AJ, while also loving his surprised reaction. “Why Andy?!” “Erm … the bike, the leather gear, the shaved head, the body!” AJ’s mouth seemed to erupt in a coy but cheeky grin. “There’s a LOT of gay men who would fancy Andy!” I informed him. AJ was beaming. He seemed to be loving my confession. “I’ll have to let him know that! He’d probably love it!” “Don’t mention me though!” I said, horrified at the thought. AJ shook his head. “I can’t believe you used to fancy Andy! Do you think you still would?” “Erm … I dunno! Has he changed much?” Still grinning, AJ took his phone out of his pocket. “I’ll show you!” he said. I felt a rush of excitement at the thought of seeing a recent picture of my first male crush. AJ handed me his phone with a mischievous grin. “Oh, wow!” I said, as I looked at the picture on the screen. It was Andy, alright. But he definitely looked different. His face was rounder. He still looked pretty big, but more stocky, rather than muscular. He even looked like he had a bit of a belly underneath the white t-shirt he was wearing. He was less The Rock, more Ross Kemp. And yet, there was still something there. An undeniable sexiness. Even if he did look a fair few years older and wasn’t so in shape anymore. “He doesn’t go to Scorpio’s much anymore!” AJ said, as if he was reading my mind. “Still fancy him?” I made a jokey face. “Errrmm…” I replied. AJ giggled in response. “So what’s drunk Noah like?” he asked, as he poured me another vodka and coke. “You’re probably about to find out!” I said. He handed me back my now filled glass. “Thanks, Arthur-John!” I said, cheekily grinning. I thought AJ would wince, but he didn’t. He almost looked like he was blushing, and had this adorable little grin on his face. I suddenly gasped dramatically. “I haven’t tried on my hoodie!” I exclaimed, jumping up. AJ giggled as I picked up the bright blue hoodie folded over my backpack. I don’t think I’d ever been more excited to put on an item of clothing. It fitted me perfectly. I looked at my reflection in the mirror on AJ’s bedroom wall. My very own Scorpio’s Gym hoodie, given to me by AJ. My gorgeous, cute, funny AJ. “Think I could get away with going to Scorpio’s in it?” I asked AJ. He was smiling. This really warm, adorable grin. “Of course, mate! You don’t have to be a shredded muscle freak to wear a Scorpio’s hoodie!” “We can be hoodie buddies!” I said. AJ bit his lip. His grin was almost coy. “Shall we watch another Dom and Cole?” he asked. I sat on AJ’s bed, still wearing my hoodie. I didn’t want to take it off. AJ manoeuvred himself so he was sitting right next to me, both of us facing the TV. “Aren’t you hot in that hoodie?” AJ asked. “A little!” I said, shrugging. It was worth being hot for. Sitting so close to AJ, being on his bed in the hoodie he’d given to me, feeling the buzz of the alcohol and the events of the night, I felt this incredible warmth. It was the perfect night. I remember realising in that moment that in the two years since I’d left home for university, this was the happiest I’d felt. Right now. Which was the biggest irony in the world. I’d been dying to leave Little Denton and to live in London. And now I couldn’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be. Or anyone I’d rather be with. And then something happened. One of AJ’s legs pushed into mine. Fuck. It felt like an electric energy shot straight through me. I knew it was an accident. That AJ would move his leg away as quickly as it had met with mine. Only he didn’t. His leg stayed there. Pressed against mine. Fuck, fuck, fuck! My heart started to race. Seconds passed. Only they felt more like minutes. It was like my whole body was fire. Because AJ was touching me. I felt like I wanted to die. A thousand ecstatic little deaths. And all the time, my mind was racing with questions. What is happening? Why isn’t AJ moving his leg? Is he touching me on purpose? Is he feeling anything even close to what I’m feeling? And the biggest question of all; what the hell does all of this mean? Something funny happened in Dom and Cole which seemed to break the tension and AJ finally moved his leg. I couldn’t look at him. I was terrified to. I just sat there with my eyes transfixed on the TV, watching the rest of the episode on the most euphoric high. Because I was sure, certain even, that something was actually happening with me and AJ Jones. I didn’t know what it was. I knew that it was probably messy and complicated. But there was definitely something there. And I’d never felt more excited about anything.
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    Dad’s Changes - Part 1: Pick Up Although Dad and I always got along well when I was growing up there were times I’d look at the other younger dads and wish mine was more like them. I’d see them at the park playing with my friends; young, sporty and cool dads. My dad was definitely not what you’d call young and cool; a maths teacher with grey receding hairline, a bit of a pot belly and the cheesiest Dad jokes imaginable. Although he was a bit older he was still pretty active. He’s always the first on the slopes when we go skiing, always the first to give a track a go when mountain biking and he’s always keen to take the boat out and go fishing. This year is a milestone year for us both. I turn thirty and he has just hit retirement. I guess it’s to be expected that it’s a time for big changes for him. More time to spend on his passions, like his boat and fishing. So with some annual leave owed to me I thought it was a good time to head down from my home in the city to see how retired life was treating him. In the usual spot at the station he was there is his ute, the name we use for a pick up truck here in the South Pacific. I threw my bag in the tray and came round to give him a hug. When I rounded the cab I did a double take; the man getting out was undeniably Dad with his blue eyes and bristly moustache but everything else about him felt just a bit different. Was that definition in his forearms when he reached around me to give me a hug? Was his stomach now suddenly flat and his hair thick and full? It wasn’t until his arms were around me that I felt the strength. Dad was fit! Where did this come from? What happened? We got in the ute and started driving back home. I couldn’t take my eyes off Dad. Everywhere it was evident things had changed, all over he was toned and built. While I looked him up and down I realised Dad was speaking to me about some project he was working on but I couldn't focus at all on what he was saying. Finally I noticed we’d pulled over and Dad had a giant smirk on his face. ‘Notice a few changes huh son?’ I nodded weakly. ‘This change of lifestyle has really done me a world of good. I feel like a new man!’ ‘Well what’s changed Dad?’ I asked. ‘Well since work finished I joined the local gym down the road, just to fill in some of my spare time I guess. I didn’t think it’d make any difference but I have time on my hands now!’ He grinned So ‘I met a couple of nice guys there and they set me up with a bit of a programme. I never guessed it would make much of a difference but I guess what I’ve been doing has been working.’ As he said that he flexed his arm in front of me and my eyes fixed on the sizeable mound that appeared through his t-shirt fabric. ‘This is crazy Dad!’ I finally muttered without taking my eyes off his biceps. Like a zombie I reached out and give his arm a squeeze just to see if it really was real. It was hard, really hard and in response to my touch Dad gave it another flex. I could tell that there was more than just a little definition there. ‘So as you can see I’ve been growing! All over too! Everywhere except for this I guess’ he said patting his tight belly ‘Even my hair has been growing back in!’ Looking at him I could see he was right. He did seem bigger all over. ‘Even this has been growing’ and he gave a quick squeeze of his crotch. My mouth dropped. My eyes had followed his hands to his crotch and watch him squeeze his package. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. His pants were tight and full. And his package seemed to be growing more right under my eyes. Unconsciously my hand had still be squeezing dads bicep. But I felt it move towards his crotch. I couldn’t stop it. I had to give it a squeeze myself. Dad must have realised what was coming next. He didn’t stop me, instead he moved his hand to give me full access. My hand wrapped around the bulge that was pushing out my dad's chinos. It felt meaty, full and burning hot. I felt the bulge throb under my touch and proceed to grow even larger. I felt dads arm wrap me around my shoulders. I felt the strength in his arms and shoulders as he pulled me in closer. ‘Who would’ve guessed your dad would get bigger at my age.’ I felt myself sink into his embrace and felt his strong arms and hard chest against me. I realised I was now squeezing dad’s cock through his chinos. And then I realised my face was now right next to dads. His silver moustache framed his full lips and his blue eyes pierced right into me. I felt myself in slow motion falling into him. Our lips met and I felt a shock of electricity. Never before did I ever have any thoughts or feelings about my dad in this way. Never would I have ever imagined here I would be, on the side of the road in my dad’s arms, kissing him… But something had changed. This wasn’t the dorky unfit maths teacher I once knew. This was a strong dominatinate man I was unable to resist. I felt his arm reach up and grab the back of my head as I feel into the passionate kiss. His tongue entered my mouth as I felt his moustache against my lips. His kiss intoxified me. Dad moved my hand from his crotch and slowly began to loosen the button and unzip the fly. With his pants open I couldn’t help but stare at the huge throbbing member now visible through his white y fronts. It was incredible. Clearly far too big for the confines of his underpants. He slid his thumb under the waistband and slowly pulled his undies down and under his balls. I was mesmerised by the cock that stood in front of me. Pushing the 9 or 10 inch mark easily and with a thickness to match. His balls not only matching in proportion looked so hefty they must have been at least double normal size. Despite being overwhelmed by the sight of this magnificent cock I couldn’t help but notice other changes that had taken place with Dad. When he lowered his pants he also pulled up his shirt to make room for his hard cock. His exposed belly which only months ago poked out over his belt line now rippled with hard abs clearly defined on either side of his silver snail trail. His legs either side of his huge smooth balls were now equally large and defined with muscle. I felt my hand explore this new found muscle and run up his rippled abs and push his shirt up higher. As more of his torso was revealed I began to get a sense for just how dramatic the changes actually had been. Where only months before I would have expected to see some soft hairy man tits my hands now found hard and pointed nipples sticking downwards from two large, round and muscular pecs. My mouth left my dad’s lips and found one of his hard nipples. I heard a deep moan from him as I sucked and nibbled on the rock hard nipple. Dad slightly arched his back in response to my touch which just accentuated the ripped torso he now possessed. I found my lips leaving his hard nips and travelling down his ripped abs until I was met with his huge throbbing, angry looking cock. I felt a desire like I’ve never felt before. This was it, the point of no return. Things would never be the same after this. I decided in that moment to put aside my doubts and follow my instinct. I had to wrap my mouth around that huge cock, my whole body compelled me to. I opened my mouth wide to take in the huge flared head of his cock and slid my lips down his shaft. I could clearly feel the veins running down the length of his cock. Dad let out a deep guttural moan as I filled my mouth with his burning hot member. Before I’d even reached halfway down his cock my mouth was already stuffed completely full. I began bobbing up and down on dads huge thick rod and a rumbling sigh of pleasure escaped his lips. ‘Ah son!’ Dad sighed, ‘you really are a natural at this. Yeah suck on your daddy’s thick cock!’ Hearing Dad talk to me in that way turned me on even more than I already was. I needed more of his cock. Despite his girth I knew I wanted to swallow him fully. On the next downward stroke I pushed further till his thick head was right at the back of my mouth and squeezed him down my throat. Slowly I swallowed inch after inch until all the remaining inches of his 10+ inch cock were either in my mouth or down my throat. I felt my lips brush up against his pubes and the smell of his balls intoxified me. ‘Fuck son!’. He roared and he grabbed the back of my head with his meaty hand and began guiding my head up and down on the full length of his cock. On the upstroke I’d try to swallow whatever air I could before my throat got stretched wide on the next downward stroke. Gradually I could feel his tempo pick up and suddenly he gripped my head steady and held me in place and began face fucking me hard. Tears rolled down my checks and my lungs screamed from the lack of oxygen but despite this I was loving the power and dominance my changed Dad had over me. My own cock which I’d ignored till now begged for release. I slipped my hand under the waistband of my shorts and lowered them letting my own 8 inch cock free. I’ve always been proud of my cock, and it’s one of the biggest of all my buddies but next to dads huge impressive cock it didn’t compare at all. I started stroking my cock as Dad fucked my throat. He reached his arm down behind me and grabbed my ass. ‘Hot ass you got here son’ he said as he gave it a squeeze. His finger slid down my crack as he explored my ass further till he found my smooth and tight pucker. He played with my ass lips and the entrance to my hole. This was driving me crazy and I moaned with a mouth and throat full of my daddy’s cock. He lifted his hand to his mouth and spat on it before finding my crack again and sliding straight into my hole. He started sliding in and out of my hole with his fat middle finger. I arched my back in pleasure and his cock slid out of my mouth. ‘Fuck yeah Dad.’ I groaned. He took no notice of this and just grabbed my head and slammed it back on his cock. He slid another finger in my hole. And before long he was finger fucking me as hard as as he was fucking my throat with his cock. I was amazed at what my dad had become. I would’ve never imagine he would anything other than the old Dad I knew, let alone become this dominant, massively hung and hugely muscled daddy. Dad lifted me off his cock and then pulled off my t-shirt and shorts. I suddenly became aware that we were still just parked up on the side of the country road halfway back to his house. Every so often a car would drive past. But Dad didn’t give a shit. He didn’t care that his own son was sucking his cock in plain sight if anyone cared to look in the cab of his ute. He was a changed man now and his body had needs and no one was getting in the way of those needs being met. Dad picked me up in his strong powerful arms and positioned me over his lap face to face. It was only now that I really began to appreciate the muscle mass Dad had stacked on in such a short time. His pecs stood out like a shelf and his nips pointed down. His traps bulged and his neck looked so thick. Lifting me up had made his arms bulge to the point where they looked like they were growing right in front of my eyes. He had me kneel either side of his thick legs. He spat on his hand and spread his spit between my ass cheeks and slicked me up. He began lowering me down onto his cock. Due to my own sizeable cock I’m usually the top when it comes to sex but my dominant muscle daddy didn’t give me a chance to protest. I knew his huge muscle cock was about to spread me wide open and there was nothing I could do to stop it. His big head slid along my crack till he found my pucker. Next thing I knew he pushed me down forcefully onto his cock. I instantly felt the most intense feeling I’ve ever felt in my life. The pain of being torn apart by this huge cock was mixed with pure lust from feeling my newly muscle daddy penetrating me for the first time. I let out a sound that was halfway between a yell of pain and a moan of pleasure and Dad proceeded to rock me up and down on his huge shaft as more and more of his hot cock slid into me. ‘That’s right boy. Let’s see you take all of you dad’s cock inside that tight hole of yours, that’s a good boy.’ he growled as he roughly pushed me down the final few inches until I felt his balls hit my stretched puckered hole. He pulled my face down into his and we kissed roughly. He grabbed my ass to bounce me up and down on his cock. I felt the whole length of his massive cock as I slid up and down upon it. Once he had got me into a rhythm he took his hands off my butt and put his arms behind his head. This caused his shoulders and biceps to bulge massively more than I imagined possible. The sight of this turned me on so much I began fucking myself even faster on his fat cock. My hard cock slapped on his ripped abs and a drop of precum formed at the head. He reached down and swiped this off my cock and rubbed it on his lips. He then pulled me down and kissed me letting me taste my own precum on his lips. As we kissed he pinched my nipples hard which caused me to shudder all over and let out a deep moan. I was so turned on I began pounding myself on dad’s cock faster and harder than ever. I pinched his big hard nipples too and he let out a groan to match my own. His cock deep inside of me seemed to be pulsing and growing even larger and harder. Every downward thrust felt deeper and my hole felt more stretched out that ever before. He grabbed my butt and spread my cheeks wide and started slamming into me with more force than I felt like I could take. All I could feel was my ass pulsing around his enormous cock and his own cock hot and pulsing inside of me. I couldn’t take it any longer. I screamed as my cock started violently unloading all over dad's chest. This caused my hole to tense tight around dad’s cock and this sent him over the edge too. While my own cock continued to unload I heard Dad let out a roar and I felt his cock explode inside me. More and more he pumped into me I couldn’t count how many times he shot deep inside me. He pulled me down and kissed me hard and as he did he fat cock slid out of my abused hole still pumping load after load. My whole body felt weak and I collapsed into his arms. When my mind cleared I realised my whole body was twitching all over. My hole was gaping and out was spilling copious amounts of my own daddy’s cum. ‘Dad that was amazing!’ I exclaimed as I lay in his arms. ‘It was son, you took my cock like a champ!’ With that he reached down and ran his fingers over my abused hole and collected the cum that was dribbling out of me. He brought it to his lips and took it in his mouth. I kissed him and we shared a sloppy cum filled kiss. Finally Dad lifted me off his lap and sat me back beside him on the seat of the cab. I looked down at his cock. It looked massive. It was at least 12 inches now of thick pulsing man meat. Then I noticed all over his body it looked like he had just blown up in size. He looked bigger all over. ‘Dad what the hell is going on. You look even bigger than before!’ ‘Son I’ve got somewhere to take you before we head home, and that might shed some light on some of these changes I’ve been going through. In the meantime, why don’t you lean down here and clean this up.’ Without a second thought I leaned down and started licking up my cum from his abs and his cum that had spilled all down his fat cock. ‘That’s a good boy’ Dad said as he started the engine of the ute and pulled into the traffic.
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    Even though I pretty much wait with bated breath for each new chapter, I will be honest -- part of me hates to see the next one come. Why? Because 18 gets us closer to 19 and 19 gets us closer to 20 and 20 gets us closer to . . . The End . . . and I am really going to hate to see this excellent story conclude.
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    Thanks for the comments guys! I'm glad people are enjoying it. I know extreme conditioning is a bit of a fringe topic in muscle growth. In case anyone is curious, a couple pictures. This is a picture I found that inspired the cock descriptions (NSFW): https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/492361296226811924/493528148839890959/tumblr_ozgrkp9dWM1srx9rqo1_400.jpg This is John Meadows, freak of nature: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/492361296226811924/492744102085918720/mountaindog1_37120948_1717375495055256_93069849655246848_n.jpg https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/492361296226811924/492744110952939534/mountaindog1_29738170_1775672729155857_3712501530876706816_n.jpg
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    If your story was based on a real incident, that makes it even HOTTER! Welcome to the site, big guy. Yes, the site has a gay bent, BUT the website title is "Muscle-Growth.org", not "GayMuscle-Growth.org" or "StraightMuscle-Growth.org". If you are in muscle and muscle growth then you are more than welcome! Especially if you post hot stories like this one! There are quite a few straight and bi guys who hang around so you'll fit in nicely. Many of them come for similar reasons, they are married or straight, but find that women just typically aren't into and appreciate big muscles like men do. Like how so many women think the really big bodybuilders are "gross" while we men can appreciate a massively built physique. Hope you'll post more! And maybe someday be willing to share a pic or two! ;).
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    One Jason heard the rumbling sounds coming from his brother's room. "Can't he just do anything quiet", he said to himself and returned to the book he was reading. He had been granted a full academic scholarship to the prestigious university a few blocks away from his house. He was all too happy he would get a top degree and could do it from the comfort of his own room. Brett, Jason's brother, was throwing his clothes atop his bed and putting them into the two large bags on the floor. He was eager to leave for Orchid University and was going to enjoy living on campus. His athletic skills had earned him a football scholarship and he just knew that professional football was his future. Jason was washing his hands when his brother entered the bathroom. He rolled his eyes as he saw that his brother was walking around shirtless once again. Despite the fact they were twins, their brown hair and dark eyes was their only resemblance. At 5'8 and weighing 155 pounds, Jason was a typical nerd: a smart guy, always buried in books, shy and somewhat clumsy. His triangular face and the absence of any beard whatsoever made him look more like a 15 year old. Brett on the other hand was a tad taller (5'9) but weighed an impressive 212 pounds of mostly muscle. He was a pure jock: when not out on the football field, he was pumping iron in the gym, didn't miss an opportunity to ditch his shirt to show off his muscular torso. His strong jaw line and five o'clock beard made him appear a few years older than 18. "Ya done here, little bro?", Brett asked in his deep baritone. "I was born first. That makes me the big brother technically", Jason replied in his higher voice. "You? The big brother? Think again", Brett said and flexed his right arm, "18 inches of power". "Muscle won't take you everywhere in life", Jason shot back. "I'll take brawn over brain every day, bro. How many chicks did your big brain get you so far?", Brett asked and caressed his six-pack, "My muscles got me every girl I wanted. Now be a good little boy and let me shower in peace". Jason shook his head and hurried away from the bathroom as his brother didn't even wait for his reaction to pull down his own pants. He heard the water turn on as he headed back to his room. "One day he's going to get what he deserves", he mumbled to himself. He entered his room and found a parcel on his desk. He opened the little box and discovered an old looking book. A small note fell from the book as he lifted it from the box. He retrieved it and read off the message: A small gift for someone greatly interested in books. Congratulations on year scholarship and good luck in university. Grandpa Jason opened the book and noticed it was some kind of ancient spell book. He knew his grandpa had a great collection of rare books. He had spent hours and hours with him in his library, fascinated by the tales his grandpa had told. Unfortunately, his grandparents lived on the other side of the country and visits had become very rare. He dove onto his bed and began reading the curious book. The next morning Brett took one of his signature long showers. Everyone in the house knowing what he was doing from the loud moans escaping the bathroom. He appeared bright and shining at the breakfast table, a skintight shirt hugging his torso. "Gotta feed this body", he mumbled with a full mouth as he took a fourth serving of pancakes. "Makes us proud, son", his father said, "Maintain the athletic heritage from our family". "Don't worry", Brett replied and gulped down a protein shake, "I will take the field by storm". He gulped down another shake, patted his six-pack and burped. "Fine. Let's get you off to Orchid university then", his father said and get up. "Jason, honey", his mother yelled, "we're off to take your brother to his campus. We'll be back tomorrow. There's plenty of food in the fridge." "Always with his head in the books", his father said while he shook his head and followed his wife and son to the car. Jason watched from the window in his room and saw his parents and his brother drive away. He went to the bathroom and headed into the long walk-in shower. He grinned as he noticed the traces of his brother's morning ritual on the tilled wall: several sticky stains of cum glistened on the dark tiles as they were slowly sliding down. "Luckily Brett always shoots his loads as high as possible up the wall", he said to himself. He pulled a fresh hanky from his pocket and let it soak up as much cum as possible. When he was done, he returned to his room and put the soaked fabric on his desk. He wrote the formula from the book on a piece of paper, according to the instructions. He then proceeded to reading the formula out loud: "Let the body of he who's fluids shall cover this page bond with mine. Let my body fourfold gain whatever mass he should obtain". He grabbed the hanky and rubbed it along the page, smearing his brother's cum onto the paper. In the car, a sudden wave of dizziness hit Brett. His vision went dark for a split second but then returned to normal. In his room, Jason felt an analogue sensation shoot through his own body. He hid the paper inside his desk. And then, the semester got underway. ------------------------------------------------------------ One month later. Brett indeed did well on the football team. He was among the best of the freshmen and everyone agreed that he could lead the team one day. He had become friends with most of the 'big five': the five biggest guys on the team, the group of seniors that dominated their part of the game. Four of them had invited him over for a drink after his first month on the team. The fifth, Mike, the star quarterback who led the team hadn't bothered. He didn't hang out with anyone on the team: his rich parents had rented him a flat off campus and his natural arrogance made him a first class jerk. But his skills on the football field combined with his 240 pounds of muscle made him an almost unstoppable force on the field. Even in the locker room his teammates moved away when he came in. The competitive spirit on the team drove Brett to the gym every day combined with his practice out on the field. Jason eased through his classes with little effort, studying punctually and avoiding the jocks. He didn't have any real friends as he kept to himself in the back of most classes and always returned home. The curse he'd cast on his brother did have positive effects: he'd put on 20 pound of pure muscle since the start of the academic year. At 175 pounds of defined muscle, he looked more like a fitness model when he took off his shirt. Even his face now looked more like that of an 18 year old with a more squared jaw line and the hint of a beard. He kept his new physique well hidden underneath baggy shirts he took from his brother's closet. Only back at home, he went into his brother's room, took off the baggy shirt and admired the new mass on his torso. Brett didn't understand why his body wasn't reacting to his training regime. He decided to up the intensity of his training: he doubled his daily workouts and upped his protein consumption drastically, gulping down shakes whenever he could. During his new early morning workouts, he frequently bumped into Mike in the otherwise deserted gym. The huge star player only nodded to him as he went through his workout. The effects of his brother's increased training were quickly visible on Jason's body. During the next two weeks, he put on another 20 pounds of muscle. His new weight (195 pounds) and muscular arms (17 inches) made him look like a very well muscled fitness model. The once baggy shirts from his brother's closet now hugged his torso nicely and he no longer hid his physique. More heads turned his way as he passed to his classes and even his dad made proud comments. He began drinking protein shakes from the tubes left in his brother's room. One day he even decided to join the local gym. A bit nervous he stepped in and went to the front desk. "What can I do for you?", the guy behind the desk asked. "I'm new here", Jason said, "I would like to join this gym." "You're obviously used to working out", the guy stated as he took in Jason's body, "I'll let you try out for free and we'll discuss the possibilities after you training. Locker room's over there." "Thanks", Jason said. He went into the locker room, changed and entered the gym. Three other guys were working out as he entered. They nodded to him as he went to the bench press. His body seemed to know what to do and the next hour, Jason eased through a good workout. By the end, his pecs and triceps were pumped. He showered quickly and went to the bar to order a shake. The same guy from the desk made him a protein shake. "Had a good workout I see", the guy said and motioned to Jason's pumped arms. "Yeah", Jason replied, "I think I'll join this gym." "Good", the guy stated, "Membership for a month? Or a year?" "Make it a year", Jason answered, "And I'll have another shake too." "There you go", the guy said, "All done. Hope to see you again soon." Jason gulped down his second protein shake and went home. It was the first of his daily visits to the gym. As the semester went on and got near the end, Brett's performance on the field began waning. His body lacked its usual level of energy, during practice he went from being the best among the freshmen to a good top five and in the gym most of his lifts were off. He still looked muscular but hadn't gained one single pound since arriving at Orchid University despite his grueling workout regime and the vast amount of protein he was ingesting. He was probably close to overtraining for once was happy that exams were coming up so he would have a break from training. --------------------------------------------------------------------- At the end of the semester Brett had passed his exams reasonably and was happy to return home for the holidays. He took a train home and arrived mid-afternoon. He entered the house and found his brother lying on the couch. "You're home early", Jason said as he sat up. Brett noticed his brother's deepened voice and blinked as he recognized the shirt. "Are you wearing one of my shirts?", he asked. "Yea", Jason replied, "Mine don't fit anymore since my recent growth spurt. Yours are fine. Bit tight though." Brett didn't respond but took in how the shirt clung to his formerly bony brother's torso. "Huh", he said as he noticed his brother was speaking. "I asked if ya want to go hit the gym. It's time for my workout", Jason repeated while he stood up. "You work out?", Brett asked incredulously. Despite feeling far from okay, he couldn't resist the chance of showing his grown brother who was the alpha. "Fine", he said, "I'll go change and I'll show ya how a real man trains, little bro." A few minutes later, Jason drove both of them to the gym in his new car. None of them spoke a word, the tension between the two brothers hanging in the air: Jason eager to show what his new muscles could do and Brett determined to highlight his dominance. They continued their silence as Jason parked the car and they walked into the gym. "Yo Sam", Jason said to the guy behind the desk, "Brought my bro today. Ya mind if he joins me?". "Bro, I used to train here. I'm a member. Still have my card", Brett interjected and handed his card to Sam. "Yar membership isn't active if ya didn't pay", Jason answered. "Card is no longer active", Sam read from the computer screen, "Do you want to reactivate you membership?". "He's only here for a week. Ya mind if he trains with me for free?", Jason asked. "No problem, J. I'll arrange it", Sam replied. "J?", Brett asked as they entered the locker room. "The guys around here call me J", Jason said and tossed his bag into the locker, "Let's toss some weight around". Brett followed his brother into the deserted gym up to the rack of dumbbells. "Friday is back", Jason said as he grabbed a pair of heavy dumbbells and began doing rows. Brett followed reluctantly: his back wasn't his strong point and his old level of energy was still lacking. He couldn't believe how easy his brother handled the heavy dumbbells. The guy kept cranking out reps when his back was burning from the effort and he dropped the dumbbells. The next hour Jason cruised through his workout while Brett struggled to keep up. Whenever Jason saw his brother grab a weight, he made sure to grab a heavier one and pump out more reps. "Something wrong, bro?", he asked as he saw Brett trying to catch his breath. "Feeling a bit tired from my trip home", Brett muttered in between deep breaths, "We're done yet?". "One more exercise, bro", Jason said and walked over to the pull up station. He grabbed the bar and performed 50 perfect reps. Brett looked at his brother in disbelief, watching the muscles on his wide back work. He nodded 'no' as his brother motioned him to start. "Come on, bro. Thought ya were gonna show me how a real man trains", Jason said smugly and folded his arms in front of his chest to emphasize the new thickness of his biceps. "Fine", Brett replied to maintain some of his old dominant pose. He grabbed the bar and pulled himself up. He tried to ignore how little fluent the motion looked compared to his brother. He reached 15 reps before his grip faltered and he jumped down. He avoided his brother's gaze while he sat down on a nearby bench. "I'm done", he mumbled exhaustedly. Jason just grinned and performed three more long sets of pull ups. "Let's call it a day, bro", he said and walked out of the gym, enjoying how his pumped lats pushed his arms out from his sides and added wideness to his posture. "Prepare me a shake for after my shower, Sam", he said as he passed the bar. Brett followed his brother, marveled at the formerly shy guy's new dominant attitude and the wideness of his frame. As they entered the locker room and begin stripping down, he felt like saying something to excuse his lame work out if he wanted to keep his dominant position in the family. "You're lucky I'm tired from my trip, Jason", he said, "If not you would have begged for mercy". The lack of conviction in his tone only emphasized the hollowness of his words and only diminished his dominance. "Tired. Right, bro", Jason added sarcastically. Savoring how his brother tried to ignore their new statuses. He didn't even bother to look aside and kept stripping down. Brett entered the shower first and went to the furthest shower head in the right corner. He faced the wall as he turned on the water. His mind still trying to process the new reality. A few moments later he heard another shower turning on and he cautiously turned his head a bit. He saw his brother standing under the shower in the center of the left wall. Jason wasn't facing the wall as he showered. Ever since he'd grown he didn't miss an opportunity to display his body. Brett glanced from the corner of his eyes, blinking when he saw his brother's biceps twitch as the guy washed his hair. He quickly turned his head back to the wall when his brother opened his eyes. "I'm gonna have my shake, bro. Don't take too long, I wanna get home for dinner. Gotta feed my body", Jason said and left the shower. A few minutes later Brett showed up in the bar. His brother was gulping down a second protein shake based on the other empty glass on the bar. "Yeah, up to 215 since last week", he heard Jason say to Sam as he approached. "Ya pay these shakes, bro. I got ya in for free. See ya tomorrow, Sam", Jason said and stood up. Brett quickly paid his brother's shakes and followed Jason to his car. Back home, Brett was greeted by his parents and the family enjoyed their first family dinner in months. Unlike before he'd left to Orchid University, Brett wasn't being served first. Jason took the biggest steak and the largest serving of potatoes. After the first serving, Jason and Brett reached for the steak that was left. A quick glance and a slight flex of his brother's right arm made Brett retreat his fork and he watched his brother devour the juicy steak. Just three months ago there would have been no question to whom would eat the last steak. Somehow his once lanky brother had become more dominant while Brett had been at Orchid University. As his brother helped himself to his third serving of potatoes, Brett excused himself and mumbled an excuse of being fatigued from his trip. "Hope ya're feeling better tomorrow for our work out, bro", Jason said with a full mouth. The next morning Brett did feel better when he got up. He went down and found his brother dressed in his workout gear at the table. "Feeling fresh, bro?", Jason asked and gulped down a protein shake. "Let's hit the gym and I'll show you", Brett spat back and made himself a shake too. "Can't wait", Jason replied with a grin. Just minutes later the two brothers drove off to the gym, greeted Sam and entered the weight room. "Arm day, Jason", Brett said and grabbed a 80 pound bar. This time he was going to make his brother follow his lead. He cranked out reps, enjoying the feeling of his biceps pumping. Brett just grinned and grabbed the 90 pound barbell as a warm up. He made sure to pump out 5 reps more than his brother. "Time for the real work", Brett stated and grabbed the 150 pound bar. He groaned and his face reddened instantly as he managed 8 reps. He dropped the bar and looked aside with a grin. The grin froze on his face as he saw his brother curling the 170 pound bar. Unlike him, his brother even managed three sets. "What's up next, bro?", Jason asked matter-off-factly. "Hammer curls", Brett said angrily and grabbed a pair of 80 pound dumbbells. After two reps the familiar feeling of fatigue and weakness began spreading in his biceps. At his sixth rep his biceps were burning painfully and he had to drop the weight. Jason shook his head, grabbed the 100 pound dumbbells and began pumping out reps casually. "…3,4,5,6,7,8…", he counted out loud to stress his new strength. He managed 12 nice reps before gently lowering the weight. Brett didn't want to go down without a fight and grabbed the 80 pounders again. This time the painful burning filled his biceps at the first reps. His arms shook, his body trembled as hoisted the dumbbells up. After three lousy reps, his grip gave out and the weights crashed down on the floor. "Watch it, bro. Sam doesn't like weights being thrown down. Show some respect.", Jason said while he began his second set. He once more performed 12 perfectly controlled reps before ending his set. "Next one", Brett said as he racked his dumbbells. "Not done just yet, bro", Jason replied and performed a third and fourth set just to show off his new position. It felt like he was getting more dominant with every rep he did. "Now we're done", he said after his fourth set. "Preacher curls", Brett muttered and stepped over to the machine. He selected a 100 pounds and began pumping out reps. Jason sat down on the adjacent machine, selected 200 pounds and followed his brother's lead. The competition was on and neither one wanted to quit first. After 20 reps, Brett's arms cramped up completely and he had to stop. His body felt completely drained. He looked aside and his eyes widened in disbelief as he saw his brother continuing his grueling set. Jason felt totally energized. His body fed on the energy of his brother that pushed him beyond his limits. "…35,36,37…38…39…40", he groaned and ended his set. The pump in his biceps was unreal. "That was fun, bro. Let's hit triceps now", he said and stood up. "Wh…what?", Brett blurred out in total disbelief. Jason grinned at his brother's reaction. "Sure thing, bro. Biceps are just half the work on arm day", he said and returned to the dumbbells. "Or are ya tired again?", he added. Brett followed his brother but didn't train anymore. He just handed him the weights he demanded. He felt his once dominant position weaken with every rep his brother performed and even handed him his towel when he asked for it. He simply watched After an hour, Jason finally decided that their workout was over. His arms were fully engorged, his biceps and triceps pumped after the torture he had put them through. "Can't even flex from the pump", he said as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. "Fine. Let's hit the shower. And bring my towel, bro", he stated and left. Brett grabbed his brother's towel and followed the guy. He gazed at the defined, hard triceps that jutted out from the back of his meaty arms. "Thanks, bro", Jason said as he grabbed the towel from his brother's hand and ripped his shirt off. "Can't get it over my head. My arms are too pumped", he said as he saw the shocked expression on his brother's face. "When ya train like a real man, ya swill feel this too", he added and strutted into the showers. Brett followed a few minutes later. He entered the shower zone and saw his brother standing in the center of the left wall, his body on full display for everyone. He looked away quickly when his brother made eye contact. He retreated to the furthest shower on the opposite wall and face the wall like the day before. Now and then, he turned his head slightly to peak at his brother. The way his biceps swelled as his brother massaged his hair made a faint 'wow' escape his mouth. He quickly turned his head back to the wall when his brother opened his eyes again. "Time for my shake. Don't make me wait, bro", Jason said while he left. Brett inhaled deeply when he was alone in the shower zone. The second training with his brother had made another deep dent in his once unquestionable dominant position. Deep down he knew he wasn't the alpha anymore but his brain refused to accept the new reality. He turned off the shower, got dressed and went to the bar. He blinked as he saw Sam feeling his brother's left arm. Jason noticed his brother. "Now ya know what a real arms feels like, Sam", he said and gulped down his second protein shake. He got up, winked to Sam and left. Brett wanted to follow his brother but was asked to pay for the shakes again. He did and followed his brother to his car. On the ride home, he took short glances at his brother's arms, watching the corded muscles on his forearms tense as he shifted gears. Back home he rushed into his room and didn't come out until dinner. As it was Christmas the next day, the gym was closed and Brett was relieved not having to join his brother again. At noon the family gathered for their traditional feast. The food was delicious and most of it ended up on Jason's plate. Everyone watched, the parents lovingly and Brett in disbelief, as Jason wolfed down serving after serving. "Ya done, bro?", he asked and took the half serving of meat lying on Brett's plate. When every dish was emptied, he patted his tight six-pack happily. "Gotta feed my body", he said, "Fuelling up for our workout tomorrow. Can't wait for it, bro". "Me too", Brett said unconvincingly. "I'm so glad you two finally share an interest and spent some time together. I'm proud of both of you", their father said. The next morning Brett found his brother once again waiting for him at the breakfast table. Minutes later they were driving toward the gym. As the previous times none of the brothers spoke a word and the tension hanging in the air was like a thunderstorm ready to explode. Both of them knew it would be a decisive moment: Brett was fighting to maintain his former dominance over his brother and Jason was ready to finally claim the top position as alpha of the family. They maintained their silence until they entered the weight room. "Let's smash chest", Jason said. He put on his usual warm up weight and cranked out 20 quick reps. "I'll show ya how it's done, bro", Brett said smugly and cranked out 20 equally fast reps. He knew that his chest was his best muscle group and he wasn't going to step down from the confrontation today. Jason added some weight to the bar and did his first working set of 12 solid reps. Brett followed suit. Jason continued adding weight to the bar after each set. After their third set Brett's chest was beginning to feel fatigued. He'd even one rep less than his brother. "Fourth set", Jason groaned as he pushed up the bar and cranked out another 8 reps. Brett got under the bar, pushed it up and felt his arms shake. He got to 5 reps before his pecs gave out and he re-racked the bar. He stood up, trying to catch his breath and felt his face turn red. "Not so strong after all", Jason said smugly. He added two more plates to the bar and got another solid 7 reps. "Put on some more weight, bro", he said as he laid down on the bar. Brett did as he was told and watched in disbelief as his brother pumped out 5 reps with the heavy bar. It was 30 pounds more than his own max. He felt his once undisputed position slipping away. "Dumbbell presses", Jason said as he stood up from the bench press and wandered over to the free weights. He grabbed the third heaviest pair and began his exercise. Brett followed suit but took a pair of considerably lighter dumbbells. "A bit over trained from football", he mumbled to his brother. Even with the lighter weights he couldn't pump out the reps of his brother. He dropped the weights to the floor and looked in disbelief as his brother grabbed the heaviest dumbbells. "Don't hurt yourself, bro. I never managed that weight", he said. Jason grinned and cranked out 8 solid reps, enjoying the feeling of the pump spreading through his chest. "Too bad they don't have any heavier dumbbells", he grunted as he did three more sets. He sat up, racked the dumbbells and went to the dipping station. "You go first, bro", he said, "ya had time to catch yar breath while I was still dumbbell pressing." Brett grabbed the handles and began dipping. He got 12 nice reps before his arms began shaking. He managed two more reps before jumping down. Jason grabbed the handles and copied his brother's movement. On his twelfth rep, he intentionally made his arms tremble. Then, he continued dipping. Brett's eyes widened as his brother passed the 30 rep point with perfect form. He felt the balance of dominance between them shift with every passing set. "50", Jason groaned and stepped down from the dipping station, "You're up, bro." Brett reluctantly grabbed the handles again. By now his chest felt totally exhausted but he couldn't give up just like that. He only got to 6 reps before his form faltered completely. Jason went through his second set, getting to another solid 40 reps. He stepped down and looked at his brother. Brett simply shook 'no' and pretended to suffer from cramp. His mind on the verge of accepting he had been knocked down by his once lanky brother. Jason blasted through three more sets of 35 dips. He inhaled deeply as he stepped down from the dipping station, his stretched tank top protesting with some tearing sounds as his pumped pecs inflated further. "Pec deck is up next, bro", he said. From that point on Brett simply followed his brother through the gym and watched as he pushed out rep after rep, and feeling him get more dominant with every rep. An hour after they'd arrived, Jason finished his fifth set of pushups and got up. His sweat-drenched tank top was glued to his pumped torso. "Enough for today", he grunted and walked toward the locker room, not even looking at his brother. None of the brothers spoke a word when they began stripping off their workout gear in the locker room. Both of them knowing that the balance of dominance had shifted completely and definitively. Brett's mind was still processing the acceptance of being taken down a notch and Jason was savoring in his new position. "Someone pumped his pecs today." Brett turned around at the remark and saw Sam entering the locker room and admiring his brother's chest. His eyes widened as the guy stepped up to his brother and groped the pumped mass of muscle atop his chest. "Ya like feeling a real chest, don't ya", Jason asked while he let the smaller guy worship his pecs. "Come on. Flex 'em, J.", Sam pleaded. Brett just stared at the unbelievable scene in front of him. Jason grinned and flexed his chest, making striations explode under the smaller guy's touch. "Ya know what to do, Sam", he said casually while he stared right into his brother's eyes. Brett's eyes widened when the smaller guy kneeled, slid down his brother's pants to reveal his plump cock and took it in his mouth. He couldn't believe what was happening right there in the center of the locker room. It was as if he wasn't there for those two guys and his brother kept staring directly into his eyes with a smug expression on his face. Within seconds Jason spilled his load into Sam's eager mouth. When his orgasm wore off, he pulled his cock from the guy's mouth and walked to the shower zone. "Don't ya need a shower, bro?", he asked as he passed his brother. Brett watched Sam stand up and disappear and followed his brother's example. The next morning Brett awoke late. His parents had already left for work and his brother was apparently still in his room as he walked into the bathroom. He ditched his boxers and entered the long walk-in shower. He turned on the shower and enjoyed the hot water cascading down on his body. A grin formed on his face as he thought back at the countless times he'd jerked off against the tilled wall. Lately even his morning wood seemed less hard than at the end of summer. A faint noise caught his attention and he turned off the water. He turned around and a yelp escaped his mouth as he saw his fully nude brother standing at the entrance of the walk-in shower. "What the fuck, Jason", he said angrily while he put his hands in front of his cock. "I asked if ya were done here, little bro", Jason replied grinningly. His deepened baritone easily rivaling his brother's deep voice. Brett didn't react to the 'little bro'. He just stared at his brother's grown body. Standing just a few feet away, his brother looked truly intimidating. Just a few months earlier no one would have told they were brothers: he outsized Jason by a good 60 pounds. Now the tables had turned. Despite being close to his brother's weight, Brett's 212 pounds seemed way less intimidating than Jason's 215 pounds. Brett's muscles seemed a bit saggy: his pecs hung slightly as if their weight pulled them down and his shoulders hunched forward making his posture lack his once usual aura of strength and confidence. Jason on the other hand radiated power: his pecs protruded firmly from his chest and his wide shoulders formed a strong line capped with his rounded delts. His now squared face added to his masculine look. The guy seemed to ooze power and confidence. Jason grinned smugly while his brother scanned his torso. "Miring my bod like after all our workouts in the gym shower, little bro?", he asked casually. Brett tore his gaze from the ripped six-pack and focused on his brother's eyes. He blinked when he realized he had to look up slightly to stare Jason in the eye. "I'm no longer just technically the bigger brother", Jason said, "How big are yar arms?". "18 inches", Brett replied and tensed his right arm to show off his size. "18.5 inches cold", Jason replied. He raised his arms and threw a double bicep pose to emphasize his point. Brett could only stare as his brother displayed his superior form. Ever since their workout the balance of dominance had shifted entirely in favor of his brother and now Brett felt how Jason was imposing his alpha-status completely. "What does half an inch really mean", he muttered unconvincingly. Jason hardened his flex some more in reply to his brother's remark. "We both know what it means, little bro", he groaned and relaxed his pose. "Besides, I'm bigger everywhere", he added. "Huh?", Brett muttered as he pretended not to know what his brother meant. Jason stepped closer while he casually stroked his cock, grabbed his brother's ass and pulled him in. Their hard cocks brushed against each other. "See what I mean, little bro?", he asked. Brett followed his brother's gaze down and inhaled sharply: his brother's cock pressed into his the base below his cock while his own cock lay atop his brother's dick without touching his brother's groin and didn't rival his brother's one in girth either. "See, little bro. Mine's longer and thicker than yours. I'm bigger everywhere!", Jason boomed and savored his new dominant status. His erection jolted underneath his brother's hard dick. Brett broke from his brother's grasp and took a step back. "How did you do it, Jason?", he asked, "you were a runt before I left and now you're…". "The bigger man, ya mean", Jason rumbled, "I cast a curse. When you train, my body gains the size you would have gained. The more ya train, the bigger I get. And ya can't stop training or ya'll lose yar scholarship. So, ya will only make me bigger and bigger, little bro." "Cursed me?", Brett let out, "You're just on steroids. Now get lost so I can shower in peace." "Ya're in no position to tell me what to do, little bro", Jason said, "How many times did ya storm in here when I was showering and told me to leave? Flexing yar arms to intimidate me? Mocking me with yar brawn being superior to me brain? Guess what, little bro: I have brains and brawn now. I'm the new alpha here. Ya should now yar new place." Brett retreated some more, his back pressing against the tilled wall. He had never felt this intimidated before and his once runty brother was doing it to him. He saw his brother come closer and reaching for him. He tried resisting but his weakened body was no match for his now buff brother. Jason easily pushed his brother's arms aside and grabbed his armpits. He turned his brother around and made him face the tilled wall. His 8,5 incher pointed straight at his brother's meaty ass. Brett put his hands against the tilled wall and tried pushing his body away from the wall but his brother held on to his armpits firmly. "Let me go, Jason. you can shower in peace", he mumbled. The words died on his lips as he felt the head of his brother's cock brush against his ass. "No", he mumbled. Jason ignored his brother's cries and shoved his dick into the tight hole. He moaned in pleasure as he busted through the clenched defenses and felt the ass clamp against his cock. "Please….", Brett pleaded in vain. Pain exploded through his body as his brother rammed his cock entirely into his ass. His hands clawed against the tilled walls and a high painful shriek escaped his mouth. "Ya're the little bro now. I'm the new alpha here", Jason moaned, grabbed hold of his brother's hips and began pumping his cock in and out of his brother's clenching ass. Tears leaked from Brett's eyes as his brother installed his total dominance. He felt humiliated beyond anything he'd ever felt. He felt his brother's hot breath against his neck and his brother's deep moans rumbled in his right ear with every thrust of the cock in his ass. His arms trembled and his entire body rocked on the rhythm of his brother's fucking. He looked down and to his horror he noticed that his own cock was at full mast and throbbing. Jason heard his brother's painful shrieks and they only excited him more. He was quickly getting close to orgasm and he felt his balls churning while he ravaged the ass of the brother who had physically dominated the family for years. The slow process of destroying his brother's dominance during their workouts and gradually stripping him of his old alphaness now culminated into fucking him into his new role while he assumed Brett's former position at the top of the family hierarchy. He pulled back his cock almost completely and then rammed it with full force into the clenching ass. "YEAH", he roared loudly as he exploded deep inside his brother. Brett shivered as his brother's spunk filled him with liquid heat and the violence of Jason's orgasm shook his own body violently. He felt spurt after spurt after spurt shoot inside him. At the same time his own cock exploded against the tilled wall. "Ughn", he grunted as his balls blasted out four loads of cum. His own moan drowning in the noise of his brother's deeper moans. Unlike before he didn't feel all-powerful as he came inside the shower, this time he felt nothing but shame. When his blasts stopped, his brother kept squirting his load into him. He felt the sticky juice slide along his legs while his body continued shaking on the rhythm of his brother's thrusts. After eight loads Jason's orgasm finally wore off and he pulled his dick from his brother's ass. "I don't expect to see ya in the gym today, little bro", he grunted and left his humiliated brother in the shower. Brett crashed down, his body destroyed from the fucking by his brother and cried inside the shower that had once made him feel untouchable.
  18. 1 point
    Part One I sighed heavily as I sat out in my car, staring ahead at the neon yellow and purple lights. I had joined the Planet Fitness about a month ago, back when I had been excited about my decision to embark on this journey of growth. The place was huge, with over three levels of equipment for me to get lost in. And the promise of a judgement free zone had really suckered me in. I was, in fact, quite obsessed with growth. I'd dreamt of building a body like Ferrigno or more recently someone like that kid, Jeff Seid. But at five foot six and barely a hundred and ten pounds soaking wet, it was proving to be more of a challenge than I had originally thought. No matter how many calories I consumed in a day, I couldn't seem to gain any weight. My endurance had improved exceptionally, I could lift smaller amounts of weight for longer periods of time, but nothing I did seemed to bring on any change. I was fed up and broke from constantly trying new supplements. I was on the verge of quitting and not to mention, the whole anti-bullying campaign had turned out to be a joke. I was such a dumbass, thinking things would be different here. I had even signed up for the elitist ‘black’ membership, and look what that got me. A whole fat lotta nothin’. With a shake of my head I stepped out of the car, turning slightly to slam the door behind me. I longed for a day when the vehicle might actually rock back and forth from the force of my own power. But I knew that could only happen if I actually dragged my ass inside. There were no magic potions or pills that could help me, and I really didn't have the money for ‘juice’. I was going to have to rely on good old fashioned hard work, here. And with a signed contract that agreed to an automatic twenty-three dollar withdrawal a month, I wasn't about to let that money just circle the drain. I threw the hood up on my jacket as I headed in, wishing that I could just shrink in on myself as I trudged up the stairs towards the locker rooms on the second floor. I had found that if I waited to work out until after nine, the real gym rats were usually gone by then-- probably tucked into their nice warm beds, cuddling a different woman every night. Needless to say, women didn’t usually give me a second glance, much less a first. “Fucking hell.” I blew out a breath as I rounded the corner by the free weights. I froze in my tracks as my eyes landed on Brandon and two of his muscle-headed goons. My arch-nemesis must have gotten a late start tonight, I thought. Easily the three biggest guys in the gym, and they knew it too. At five-ten, Brandon wasn’t the tallest of the three, but he was the widest and probably out muscled Nathan and Jeremy by thirty or forty pounds. I had found myself standing in the middle of a three-decker-muscle sandwich more than once, and let me tell you, it was not a pleasant place to be. I quickly snuck back behind the wall, and prayed I hadn’t been seen. Thankfully, there was more than one way to the locker room. I pushed open the doors to an area I had never been through before. Infrared saunas lined one wall and massage chairs another. I couldn’t help but smile a little, I had forgotten they had these here. A massage actually sounded quite nice right about now, but it would have to wait. I kept walking, my eyes focusing on a sign at the end of the hall. I realized then that I had yet to use the ‘elite members only steam room’ perk either. My hand reached out for the handle, but the door didn’t budge. Evidently, I needed to swipe my black key card in order to get in. “Holy shit man, check out your pump!” Sweat broke out across my upper lip as I fumbled with the key hanging around my neck. It would be just my luck that Brandon and his buddies would be heading this way. The door lock released and not a moment too soon. As I slipped inside, the steam immediately enveloped me. I blew out a breath as the three large figures passed by without a second glance. It didn’t take long for me to figure out I wasn’t alone though. As I slowly turned around, I suddenly found my eyes widening in disbelief. It was too dark to make out any faces, but through the mist I could see a hulk of a man kneeling before what appeared to be a goddess of a woman. With his heavily muscled arms wrapped tightly around her, I watched her bite down on her lip as she squirmed in his grasp. I heard the soft moans she tried to hold back as her long legs wrapped around his narrow waist. A moment later she was arching into him, the man’s mouth latching onto more of her breast. It was then that he let out a deep, animalistic groan of his own. It was almost erotic in a sense as he finished sucking on her tit. I could feel myself stiffen as his tongue gently swirled around the darkened skin before lapping at her nipple. I couldn’t take anymore. My lungs gasped for air as I burst from the room. My member was still rock hard, but I couldn’t let myself explode. If I thought the torture from Brandon was hell now, I could only imagine how much worse it would be with a large stain in the front of my pants. At the sound of running water, I continued on my way to the locker rooms yet again. I quickly shoved my stuff into the first one available before darting back out towards the equipment. I took a seat and moved the pin up to a weight I felt more comfortable with. Today I had planned to hit my chest, and if I was feeling good enough afterwards, maybe some tris. I tugged on the cords, the weight gliding easily enough. But I was unfocused today, the steam room incident still had me up in arms. It was on my third or fourth rep when a massive body suddenly blocked my line of view. “It’s good to see you’re still here, man,” the deep voice sent shivers down my spine. As I looked up, and up, and up, it dawned on me that Brandon wasn’t the Alpha anymore. “Jayson?” I could feel my eyebrows scrunching together as I looked up at the other man. “What the hell happened to you?” I found myself blurting out. What I really wanted to know though was what the hell was he on? I was dumbfounded as I gazed up at the monster before me. He hadn’t been nearly this big a few weeks ago, but I was sure it was him. I’d never forget those baby blue eyes. “Just a new supplement I’ve been trying out.” He shrugged like it was no big deal. I admit I’d only seen him around the week back when I first had joined, but the gains he had made were impossible, and probably illegal too-- right? Right? He was so fucking huge, now. I watched him load up an impossible amount of weight before laying down underneath the bar. It seemed dangerous and stupid, to do something like that without a spot. However, as I watched, it became obvious he didn’t need any help as the weight moved effortlessly up and down in his capable hands. I shook my head as I tried to go back to concentrating on my own work out. But god-- those muscles. Those arms! My eyes involuntarily travelled back over to those incredible wings that seemed to overhang each side of the bench. It wasn’t fair, I thought. He had grown so much in such a short amount of time. I wondered what it must be like to be such a beast. “Well if it isn't the shrimp!” I could feel the color drain from my face as Brandon suddenly appeared on my left. His smile was as wicked as the cheshire cat as he pressed down on the bar I was using with a single hand. “It’s lucky for me you’re here actually,” he said. “I was wondering if I could borrow your face since my ass is on vacation!” I barely had time to notice Jeremy and Nathan closing in on my right before Brandon lifted me up by my baggy shirt. I remember thinking that I really needed to get my testosterone levels checked before bringing my hands up in defense of Brandon's gigantic fist. I waited for what felt like a million years, but surprisingly, the pain never came. “Put him down,” Jayson rumbled. “Unless you want your membership revoked.” Slowly I slid one eye open and then another. As I had suspected, Brandon was no longer the biggest man around. “You think I really care?” A cocky Brandon snorted in response. “There’s plenty of other gyms out there. And better ones too.” “Good--” Jayson nodded. With a smirk of his own, he brought his arm eye level with Bradon’s face. “--then maybe one day, you’ll be able to grow as big as me.” It was all we could do but watch in amazement as he pumped his massive arm. The bulge seemed to grow taller and harder before our very eyes as veins wider than my finger crisscrossed over the reddened peak. “Yeah, maybe one day,” Jayson taunted. “But not any time soon. I feel like I’m going to hit a huge growth spurt tonight.” I could feel the lines in my forehead crease for the second time that day. No body just grew overnight. But the way he said it-- so confident. The first of the goons to snap out of Jayson’s trance, I watched as Jeremy gripped Brandon’s shoulder before whispering something in his ear. Shortly after, the three nodded at each other in some sort of unspoken bro-code, eyed Jayson warily and then headed down the stairs. As they disappeared from my line of sight, I could feel my shoulders slump forward in relief. “Stick with me kid and you'll be alright.” My body jerked forward from the force of Jayson’s thump against my back. “Easy for you to say,” I mumbled under my breath. “But you’re not the one getting tossed around like a rag doll all the time," I pointed out. Jayson studied me with an intense scrutiny then, his blue eyes boring into the depths of my soul. “You wish you could be as big as me, don’t you?” he asked. I could barely nod my head as he shoved his arm in my face. With a whimper on my lips I could feel myself growing stiff. The peak of his bicep swelled to even greater proportions then before-- seventeen and three quarters, or maybe eighteen inches now. I longed to be that big. I wanted-- no I NEEDED to be that big. “Bigger,” I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper. “Stronger,” I groaned. I found a blush creeping up my neck and cheeks as Jayson lowered his head. “What did you say, little guy?” he asked. A smile tugged at his lips. “I want to be bigger,” I said again. “Even bigger than you.” My feet had suddenly grown very interesting as I lowered my gaze. I had, for the first time in my life, just spoken my deepest, darkest desire out loud and practically to a stranger. As if things couldn’t possibly get any worse, Jayson’s large hand tightly grasped my shoulder. “Follow me,” he said, and it was almost pathetic how quickly I obliged. It felt like I was trailing behind a large silverback gorilla as we re-entered the area with the steam room. Like a lightbulb going off inside my head, I suddenly became fully aware that Jayson was the man in the mist. For a second I began to have my doubts when he told me to wait outside. I found myself asking what I was even doing here as I watched his impossibly wide back struggle to fit through the door. I ran my hands through my hair, tugging on the ends with a grunt. Was I really willing to risk jail time over this, or liver failure? Hell maybe even cardiac arrest? I turned my back towards the steam room but couldn't walk away. There was truly nothing I wanted more. “She said she’ll see you now.” I startled a little at the sound of Jayson’s voice. As I attempted to brush past him, his vice like grip tightened around my upper arm. “She’s kind of doing this as a one time favor for me though, alright?” I nodded my head, but in all honestly I had no idea what I was signing up for here. As my eyes flicked over Jayson’s powerful body-- once again, I decided in that moment though, I was willing to find out...
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    here is an excerpt. I have a file but it has a bunch of symbols on it Then, I felt� something, move down my arm. It was like something was slithering under my skin, moving down my forearm and then up to my shoulders. I could do nothing as it kept sliding over me, moving across my chest and then down my stomach. The haze of happiness intensified as the slithering reached my crotch, making me shudder and my eyes close. I barely felt it move down my legs, too busy enjoying the aftermath of it touching my crotch. I slid my hand towards my crotch, ready to start groping when I realised where I was and tried to pull myself back together.
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    Hehe! Bless ya, mate! Don't worry, there's still a fair bit to come!! And then a possible AJ spin off!
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    ha ha......you know i'm waiting for that most muscular so much! ha ha ha
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    tease tease tease! give me chapter 18!! ha ha. No...honestly i love the pace of this but bloody hell you ramp it up, then cool it down, then slowly start winding it up again. clever stuff (and hot too)
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    that's it...concentration broken......i'm sure Noah needs a friend to share things with....I'm coming Noah!
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    Haha!! I'm getting this kind of spooky sixth sense through my computer screen that you could do with a 10 minute work break?! In other words...DO IT, DO IT, DO IT!!
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    Wow. That story needs a continuation... So many things could happen now!
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    damn.......i need to finish my work but want to read soooooooooooo much! GRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!
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    Oh ja, jetzt wird es wirklich spannend
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    Loco, me encantó... la mejor historia que leí por lejos! Espero que haya una segunda parte enfocándose en los dos pibes. De 10!!
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    your article has give me much encouragement. I will continue to work
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    Um... ... WOW. Nearly speechless. So hot.
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    I have often seen your description on Skype and on a couple of chats/RPs that you posted on this site, and they turned me on like few other things I can remember, the intricate muscle description, the fact that there is nothing on the human body that you can't pump up at least some way, like your face, or your cock, to the point that it's as veiny, striated, skinless, freakish as possible, it's an instant turn on to me. As was reading this story, wow, I just loved the visualizations that you used, some really hot description. I can't wait to see how he actually achieves this, and maybe even goes beyond his goals, if possible!
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    How was the famous quote?
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    aaaaaaww...i could never dump little nic....but y'know....gotta keep him on his toes
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    It was nearing the last week of Boot Camp for new recruits and Master Sergeant Bill K. Peterson, nickname Buff, was not happy. One of his recruits was not passing so far and it was dragging down his efficiency rating. He ordered the guy Alex P. Thompson to a private work out with the Sarge. When he arrived he had him strip naked. ‘Look at you! You are a disgrace… so fat and weak! Pathetic! Now boy I’ve got something for you and you’ll drink UNDERSTAND?” Alex nodded “Yes Sergeant Peterson.” The sergeant handed him a filled plastic mixer shake. Drink it all down like a good piggy.” Alex drank it down and it didn’t taste too bad. When he finished he burped “Excuse me.” Alex started to feel dizzy “UH Sergeant can I sit down… I’m not feeling well.” “No boy we’re gonna wait and see what that experimental muscle supplement does to you!” “Experimental but Sergeant I don’t..” “Shut your trap boy! It will either fix that disgusting body of yours or kill you and I don’t care which!” Alex felt his stomach groan and heave and he felt weak. He tried to remain standing but collapsed in a heavy sweat. His gut swelled out like a balloon but then his pecs expanded to match.’”UGHHHHH IT HURTSSS SARRRGE!” “Suck it up boy! No pain no gain!” shouted the drill sergeant. He watched the boy gain muscle all over and his cock and balls grow to monstrous size. “Looking better boy.” “ROWWRRRRR” bellowed the convulsing man in a far deeper voice than before. His feet wouldn't fit in his shoes anymore as he grew past 7 then 8 feet tall and become a huge man with a powerlifter build. Finally the growth had stopped and clad in only rags the transformed man stood up tower over his sergeant. “Now I had no idea this would happen. Maybe I should see if there is an antidote.” A huge hand grabbed the sergeant by the shoulder. “I don’t think so… BOY! You see I like my new size and I plan to keep it. Since you’re the only one who knows what happened I’ll take care of you first!” The drill instructor paused scared for the first time in years. “What are you gonna do to me boy?” He asked defiantly. “OH I’m gonna make you my happy cock loving bitch! Get over here boy!’ he demanded. “I knew you were a pantywaist when I saw you! I don’t fag shit and I’m not about to start now! “MPs ! Get in he…” A colossal hand clamped down over the sergeant’s mouth cutting off his yell. “OH no boy! I’m not done with you yet!” In a quick move Alex tore off the sarge’s clothes exposing his firm bubble butt. “He he you look good enough to fuck so I think I will!” Alex slammed his cock into the sergeant’s round ass and began fucking him hard. The military stud resisted with all his might but he was powerless against Alex’s new strength. Eventually Alex let go of Bill’s mouth as the yells of pain became moans of pleasure. “Yeah that’s it boy you love taking daddy’s cock don’t ya?’ “I… I mean…. Oh fuck yes uh sir!” cried Bill. “I knew you would. Now boy I’m gonna cum and when I do two things will happen. The first is you will become my submissive bitch cock whore. The second is you will get all the fat from my body making you into a sexy cub while I become a lean muscle god! How does that sound boy?” “UGH.. won...Wonderful Sir!” the moaning was growing louder. “Okay boy brace yourself! I’m gonna cum now so enjoy your last seconds of life as a straight dominant stud! Alex bellowed and unleashed a geyser of cum that inflated Bill’s belly like a water balloon. His ass enlarged and he lost years. The wrinkles around his eyes faded and he looked like he did at 18 when he joined the military. A fat hairy ball belly and tiny cock were obvious now as were his jumbo bear balls. Nowhere near as big as his new daddy’s but a good size to produce semen and testosterone. Alex began to orgasm as he lost fat and grew even more huge muscle. His hairy barrel chest attested to his new status as a muscle daddy bear and that thought made him cum several more times until his former leader became absolutely fill with his seed. His face aged to a mature 40ish sealing him in his new role as a daddy. Finally he regained control and his cock softened just enough to slip out. The new cub looked around amazed and as he stood up he realized he was now only 5’3” and fat as a bear. He began to cry but Alex hauled him up to his massive chest and kissed him. “It will be okay now boy. I’m a gentle daddy to my cubs. You’ll do fine okay cub?” “yes sir” said the new Billy in his more alto voice and he snuggled closer to his daddy’s chest inhaling his incredible musk. “Now boy why don’t you call those MPs… you could use some cub brothers right boy?” Billy smiled and agreed. In hours his daddy would literally command the base. The End
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    Love it so far can’t wait for part 2
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    I'm on the run from you again, even though in the end we both know you'll find me. You hate it when I leave, hate coming home to find my bags packed and an empty house. But I can’t stop. I’ll never stop. Maybe one day you'll quit coming after me, just forget about me and finally let me go-- But today is not that day. And quitting is not in your nature. My stomach churns as you stand with a scowl just outside the door. It's been battered in, partially destroyed and nearly hanging off the top hinges. Fists clenched by your sides, I watch as your massive chest heaves with every shallow breath. I’ve never noticed before how you needed to turn slightly in order to move your shoulders past the frame. You just barely cleared the top as well. Another four more inches or so and you would have needed to duck. As your eyes lock onto mine, I immediately begin to feel like your prey. Though everything in my heart screams for me to run, my brain knows better, knows to stay still. A low, beastlike snarl suddenly tears from your lips, and despite the sheer size and power in your body, I know you’re also built for speed. “Damon--" My head is swimming as I stagger slightly, but this only seems to anger you more. I can sense your disappointment in me, knowing I've had a little too much to drink. The air grows impossibly thick as the hair on your forearms seems to stand on end. I almost think my mind is playing tricks on me, until the top buttons on your blue dress shirt suddenly shoot across the room. You're furious, muscles pumped and primed, coiled in anticipation with what I might do. “How many times do I need to tell you, baby girl? You can run, but you can't hide.” Your voice is deeper than normal, but it always seems to take on that edge right after one of your fights. It causes a shiver to shoot up my spine. Even as I watch you angrily stalk forward. "Not here," I beg. "Please, not in front of everyone." As my eyes dart towards the back door, I can feel you move close. "Damon," I warn, gulping as you stare down at me from your towering height. A cocky grin spreads across your face as your eyes roam my body, clouded over with lust. You step towards me as I step back, but the glint in your eye screams that you enjoy a good chase. I've seen that look before, its the same one you get in the ring right before you annihilate your opponent. "You know running from me will only make it worse," you growl. You start to make your way around the table, but I counter your movements, doing the exact opposite of everything you do. I finally find myself right where I want to be but you snarl in response and my eyes grow wide. The room fills with gasps as you easily flip over the solid, oak table between us. "You better get him to chill the fuck out," a friend hisses in my ear. I can't help but wonder when the woman had got up from her seat. "Damon--" I try again. But I know talking to you is pointless after a big match. The beast inside you demands control-- it feeds off of dominance as adrenaline and power flow through your veins. I shiver slightly as you continue to study me, watching my every move with calculated precision. In the blink of an eye, I suddenly find myself unceremoniously tossed over your shoulder. I scream for you to put me down, and when that doesn’t work I switch to calling you every name in the book. You’re like the Terminator though, as you continue on your way through the tiny, brick house. I even knee you once in the chest, but all that earns me is a chuckle and a sharp slap on the ass. "Don't break any more of my shit!" My friend yells as you kick open the back door. I can hear some of my other friends voice their concerns but I know nobody will dare to get in your way. "Are you sure she'll be ok?" Someone else asks. The question is met with a sarcastic assurance. "Did you see all the yummy muscles on that man? I'm sure she'll be just fine," another giggles. It isn’t until you storm out the back door, that you finally let me down on my own two feet. ‘Own’ seemed to be a relative word here though. You may have set me down for the time being, but your arms never once loosen from around me. And with that, I don’t spare another second. My hand reels back before slapping you hard across the face. “What the hell, Damon,” I screech. “You can't just come in here like that and think--" "Baby, I'm sorry." I watch you sigh before running both hands across the top of your close cropped hair. "But can you at least just tell me what it is that I’ve done?" I snort looking back up at you as the same fight that we’ve had for the past five years comes full circle again. "You know exactly what.” I narrow my eyes, the tone in my voice sharp with irritation. “I mean geezus Damon, you practically kill people for a living." My hands run up and down along my arms as the cool Chicago winds whip all around us. "I saw you land that KO tonight. They’re calling it another career ender. But congratulations!” I clap my hands sarcastically. “You’re still the undefeated champ.” “And what exactly would you like for me do?” Your voice raises incredulously. “Lose?” With a shake of my head, I spin away from you. If I don't, I know my eyes will betray me. My body most definitely too. "I just-- I don't know anymore, D," I mutter. My arms hug my chest as the cold begins to seep into my bones. Of course I don’t want you to lose, but fuck. The guy you destoryed tonight was just a twenty year old kid. At six-foot-two and two hundred and sixty-four pounds, I know you’re at the top of the heavyweight division, and strong as a fucking bull. Your thirty-two undefeated wins are impressive, but how long until someone steps into the ring stronger, faster, and younger than you. You move up behind me then and I immediately feel your warmth. Your big, bulky arms encircle me again, but this time I don't have it in me to pull away. "I know I'm not perfect," you begin. "And I promise I'll probably make over a billion more mistakes." I can't help but smile as my head leans back to rest against one of your massive pecs. "I’ve been thinking about this for a while now,” you begin, pausing for a moment as your arms tighten around me. "And if it means that much to you, I’ll retire at the end of the year." My head jerks to the side but your arms keep me from turning around. “Are you serious?” I ask. I can feel your strong fingers dig into my hips, spinning me around to face you as you nod. Even in the dark of night, I can see that your pupils are entirely blown. "Damn, baby. I need you so bad.” As you take a step back, I notice how your muscles seem to ripple under the moonlight. "So what's the problem?" I ask. "You're drunk--" "I'm not that drunk," I argue. But as your eyes focus on me, seemingly weighing your options, I know you won't touch me again. At least, not without a little bit of coaxing-- "I swear to god, Damon Alexander. If you don't get your ass over here and take advantage of me right this second, I will go to the nearest bar and have my way with the first man I lay eyes on--" With a roar that shakes me to my core you immediately move in front of me. Your large hands grip my thighs as you lock my legs around your narrow waist. "Don't you ever leave me again," you rasp. Your mouth leaves a sloppy trail of kisses across my collarbone while your large hands completely cover my ass. I can only moan in response as you press yourself against me. If it wasn't for the fact that your strong hands were keeping me immobile, I know I would have ground myself against you. "Promise me you’ll stop running." You groan, giving me exactly what I want as you move your hips against my core. I hiss slightly as you suddenly slam me up against the siding. After your first couple of fights, I had quickly learned to be prepared. As you came down from the rage of the adrenaline you were always so primal, so rough and raw-- it was just lucky for you that I fucking loved it. "I'm gonna make you scream my name so loud," you growl. Your breathing is so ragged it causes moisture to pool between my thighs. “People all the way up in Canada will know who you belong to,” you warn. As I feel your thumbs hook around the waistband of my panties, I know what’s coming. There’s a sharp sting against my legs and without even looking down I know you’ve shred my g-string. I might have been mad about it too, if I could focus on anything but how much I needed you right now. As far as I was concerned, the faster you could soothe that growing ache in my belly, the better. "Wet for me all ready," you goan. As you look me in the eye, I nod my head with a whimper. Excitement suddenly shoots through me as you balance me in a single hand. Your unrivaled strength, even as you’re working your pants down furiously over your muscled thighs, is such a turn on. As your fat cock springs free, I moan as I feel it pulsing between us. Sometimes I still can't believe that you, this huge beast of a man is all mine. All. Ten. Fucking. Inches. I bite down to keep from screaming, my vision blurring as you pierce me in a single thrust. It’s slightly painful at first, your engorged, rampant dick bottoming out as it fills me to the hilt. Slowly-- steadily-- relentlessly and with an insane amount of power, I can feel you pull your entire length out of me before ramming home again. Without a doubt you're making sure I'm forever wrecked for another man. At some point the pain gives way to pleasure and I try to enjoy the ride as I pull you closer. I want to feel every one of your hulking muscles pressed against me. I had never felt more safe in my life until I had met you. "Oh god," you hear me breathe as the tension builds deep in my core. I’m so fucking close, you can feel my walls starting to clamp around you. "Damn, baby. You feel so fucking good," you growl before suddenly quickening your pace. You begin pounding me faster, and then harder-- the scent of your musk fills my nose. "Cum for me," you order. Your voice is harsh as you push the words between clenched teeth. Immediately my body begins to obey and waves of pleasure slowly overtake me. Not too long after I can feel you lengthen inside. Your large hands hold me up by the ass, squeezing and yanking me down in sync with your pounding. Any second now I know you’ll explode. As if on cue-- "Oh god. Yes. Oh fuck!" You chant. As a second orgasm crashes into me, I toss my head back and as predicted I come screaming your name. My body convulses around you, shaking and tensing as euphoria floods my senses. A moment later you follow and with a final grunt you empty your seed inside me.
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    VERY Nice! As usual, I look forward to seeing how this will unfold!
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    Finally found some time to get away today. I’m honestly blown away by all the comments and likes. I’ve been a long time lurker here. Usually just to get off. But these fantasies are getting harder to keep to myself. This particular one haunting me since the beginning of summer. The real indecent wasn’t as dramatic. But my swim shorts did tear twice in one day. Front and back. No posers underneath though. Figured I would make the story a little more decent. For now at least. The neighborhood pool got quite the eye-full. On a different side note, I have a pretty good relationship with my wife. With 3 kids in real life. And we fuck regularly. But she just doesn’t appreciate my muscles/body the way I want her to. Maybe even need her to. Finding myself confused when attractive guys at the gym, people at the pool, even my own teenage son pays more notice to my bodybuilding then she does... Can anyone relate? Anyone else find it difficult to confess there need to be muscle worshipped?
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    Well, this took me a while. Hey, guys! Sorry, it took me so long to actually get this up onto Muscle Growth. Just a warning: I'm still editing some parts of the chapter. It's not perfect, after all. But, while I'm editing, I'm going to try to work on a sort of side chapter that goes alongside this one, and maybe some other works that I want to play around with. If you guys have any ideas or requests on things that you want me to write about, post them in the comment section and i'll consider! But, for now, Enjoy! ------------------------------------------- Chapters 0-2: Chapter 3: Yours As he guided me towards where the shower stalls were, told me about the things that he’ll do to me. I was like a dog to him – a dog that was getting disciplined for pissing all over his owners’ floor. The things he told me… All I could do was confirm my submission to his will as he dragged me along by my hand, and I loved every second of it. I was a bit bigger than Elliot, but the power and the dominance that emitted from his presence beat me and chained me down. I couldn’t find it within myself to fight back against him. But, even if I could, I don’t think that I really would have. After all, for me to pass up being destroyed by this stocky, cocky man and to be able to stare deep into his light blue eyes while he fucked me would be foolish. Possibly even a sin. Once we approached the shower stalls, Elliot playfully pushed me inside one of them. He forced me up onto a wall and leaned himself up against my back, gently kissing my neck as I groaned softly. I encouraged him to continue, as he started to nibble my ear. “Get started on washing, and we can take this a step further” Elliot said. His kisses started to get softer, and soon he took his lips away from mine. He turned to the shower faucet and set it to release a warm stream of water “Clean yourself” Elliot said bluntly as he leaned himself against the wall nearest to him. He stared intently at me, a smirk forming on his face, as he motioned me to the soap. I stared at him for a few moment – admiring the formation of his upper body and the length of his dick. My mind slowly started to go blank, until I released that we forgot out rags. “Elliot…” I said hesitantly. “What is the matter” Elliot said, the cocky smirk being replaced with a look of confusion. “Do you mind getting me my rag?” I said, chuckling a bit to hide my embarrassment. At that moment, a wave of embarrassment fell across his face. He got himself off the wall and started walking towards the stalls entrance. “Aww, shit” Elliot said as he made his way out of the shower. “Where was my mind? Please, Give me a few seconds, babe”. Elliot rushed out of the shower stall, but not before giving my ass a nice slap. I silently wished that he would stay and keep doing that, as I got off easily from things like that. He was out of the shower fast, though, so all I could have done at that moment was just lay myself against the wall and fantasize about how Elliot will fuck me, stroking my cock while thinking of such. “Shit…” I heard Elliot say from outside the shower. “Hey, what’s happening out there?” I asked as I opened the shower curtain. As soon as I pulled away the shower curtain, my face became pale. Me and my fiancé – both of our dicks dangling and erect- standing in front of Derrick, who seemed to have started to get ready for a shower himself. Derrick stared at both of us, his eyes just darting between me and Elliot. “The actual fuck are you guys doing?” Derrick said in a quite manor, caught in the middle of being afraid and surprised. I just stood there, contemplating why god thrusted us in this position. I looked at Elliot to see how he would handle this situation, as my mind was blanking out. All Elliot did was stand there, looking dumbfounded at Derrick. It became just the three of us staring at each other, not moving or speaking in any way. This continued for a good few seconds, until Derrick decided to break the silence. “I guess what Elroy said was true” Derrick said, as he wrapped his towel tighter around his waist. I stared down to notice that a bulge was forming under Derricks towel but didn’t stare long enough for Derrick to realize what I was doing. I became a bit more flustered from what I saw, which caused my boner to get a bit larger – large enough for Derrick to notice. “I think I’m going to leave” Derrick said as he tried to get his stuff ready. “Woah, woah, there Derrick…” Elliot said quickly. “You sure you don’t want to join us?”. At that moment, my whole world froze. It was like that one sentence was enough to halt the flow of this worlds reality. I was wondering if Elliot had lost his mind when he said that, especially when it’s so that he’s asking Derrick out of all the people in the world. I was about to scream at Elliot to get his clothes back on, but I stared down and saw that Derricks boner was getting significantly bigger, to the point where even the towel was forming a tent over it. “Come on, dude! I see the bulge. This could be our little secret” Elliot coaxed Derrick as he started to approach him. Derrick didn’t even move an inch, but instead started staring straight at Elliot’s dangling dick. “I mean…I would think that this would be a bit much for the first day on the job, don’t you think, Elliot?” Derrick said, as he unwrapped his towel, exposing his throbbing member to me and my fiancé. It was decorated in veins and looked a bit larger than what I had ever imagined. As soon as Elliot was in front of Derrick, the both looked down at the packages that they had. Both seemed impressed with what the other got, and I was just standing in the shower, wondering about the hell was about to happen - if it was going to be so that I was going to have sex with both Derrick and my fiancé. I just kept silent as I watched this all play out. “Ha, well, you guys are really giving me really something hard to turn down. You guys look pretty good, but I’m afraid that I’m going to have to pass. Feeling tired from my workout, and I need to get home to start unpacking again.” Derrick said while laughing. I could still detect that he was a bit bothered, but he did try his best to hide it. “I got to go take a shower, though. Don’t let me disturb you guys. But just keep it down, yeah” Derrick said, weirdly winking at both of us. He picked his towel up and slung it across his back. He walked away, but in a fashion that made it so that he was presenting his ass to both of us. “What the actual fuck was that?” I thought to myself as I saw Derrick walk away from us. Elliot chuckled to himself as he watched Derrick walk into one of the shower stalls. It didn’t take him that long to brush off what happened and resume getting the rag that he promised me that he would get. But, for me, the whole event was still playing on loop in my mind. How Derrick saw both of us naked, how he showed us his dick, and how he practically teased us as he walked away just kept haunting me….it was all too surreal. “Got it now, babe. Took a while, right?” Elliot said as he came walking back into my bathroom stall. He still had the same smirk that he had with Derrick plastered across his face. “Okay, wait, Elliot, what the hell was that? Why did you…” I asked. But before I could have finished my questions, I was cut off by Elliot’s lips enveloping mine. I struggled with him a bit, but I soon became putty in his hands when he started playing with my nipples again. “Do it” Elliot demanded. “Yes, sir” I conceded. Elliot took back up his position against the wall, and I started to clean myself up for the fucking that was going to be unleashed on me. I presented my ass to my fiancé as I washed it down, and he came up to me and cupped the entire package. “Here, let me help you with that” Elliot said as he took the rag from me. I didn’t say anything, but I leaned myself against the bathroom wall and popped my ass out for him. “Good boy…” Elliot said as he delivered a quick slap onto my ass. He placed some extra soap on the rag and started rubbing it against me. He massaged both of my cheeks, causing me to quietly groan to myself. “You like that don’t you? Want me to go a bit farther” Elliot leaned over me and whispered in my ear. “Please. Keep going” I said, wanting this moment to keep going for as long as possible. Elliot then took the rag and placed a single finger under it. He placed more soap on it, rubbed it in, and then leaned himself over me, placing his lips close to my ear breathing softly. He then slid the rag in between my butt cheeks and started teasing my asshole. “Ahh, fuck, dude” I groaned a bit louder as he slowly penetrated me with his fingers. He pushed his fingers in and out of me, with each time causing me to groan even louder. Then, he pushed his fingers deep into me, and started swirling them around. “Aww, fuck, man! Please, just fuck me!” I begged Elliot as I screamed out in pleasure. “Not yet…” Elliot said as he pushed his fingers further down inside me. He continued to swirl and push his fingers around, specifically looking for something – my prostate. It only took him a few more seconds to finally locate it, and, once he did, he pressed softly on it. I arched my head back, and let out a quick yelp, only to find myself losing all the feeling in my body. I slumped up on the wall - my legs more spread then how it was before. “Please…please…” I said every time he hit that spot. “Please…what?” Elliot said, as he ravished my prostate without restraint. I started to blank out from the amount of pleasure that I felt when he did that, only to be tapped on the back of my head by Elliot. “Please what?” Elliot asked again. “Please, sir. Please, fuck me. Please…” I begged the dominant as the thoughts that bounced around in my mind was drowned out by the pleasure I was feeling and the sound of Elliot’s breathing. “You want this? C’mere” Elliot said as he took my hips into his hands and pulled me closer to him. I propped my ass up for him a bit more, and he thanked me by delivering a nice slap onto them. It was only a few seconds after that quick sensation that I started feeling something hard grind in between my butt cheek – shaking and pulsating like a rod energized with electricity. I participated in this – rubbing my butt against his cock as he grinded himself against me. After a while, he moved himself away from me. I tried to look over to where he was to see why he stopped, but, before I could have even turned my head, I felt the head of his cock right on my asshole. I froze for a moment, but then melted as his cock got slowly pushed into me. The feeling was so intense – the emotional, the mental, the physical. “There we go.” Elliot dragged out as he placed himself deep in my ass. He had it lay in there for a good few seconds, but then decided to start what I was waiting for. He pulled a bit out, and then, with great force, thrusted his entire cock right in me – hitting my prostate with great force. “AW, SHIT!” I screamed, forgetting the fact that Derrick was a few stalls away from us. I didn’t care however. How I didn’t care, as the feeling was just too much to keep within me. “Yeah, that’s what I want. Fucking scream for me, baby” Elliot demanded as he repeatedly pounded me. His thrusts became faster every time he heard me scream from him hitting my prostate. He was relentless – slapping my ass and pounding me while cursing to himself under his breath. “Hit me harder, dude! Fuck my ass up, Elliot!” I screamed to Elliot as I pushed my ass onto his crotch every time he re-entered. Elliot’s thrusts became more powerful as time went on, but he soon became bored of the position that he was using to fuck me. After a few more moments, he completely took his cock out of me walked over to the wall behind us. He sat down on the shower floor, leaning his back against the wall while motioning me to come over. I remained silent as I followed him to where he was, as I knew exactly what he wanted. I soon found myself standing over him, taking a somewhat dominant position before I ended up submitting myself again to Elliot. Before I could have knelt, Elliot quickly placed his mouth where my cock was, and took it all into his mouth. I just stood there, silent and frozen as a statue, as I looked and watched him pleasure me with his mouth. He continued to do this until I felt an orgasm coming my way, which, at that point caused me to push his head off me. “Shit, I’m about to cum” I said softly, gripping my dick to prevent myself from orgasming too early. “You better get down here then” Elliot said as he looked up at me with pleading eyes. I didn’t hesitate to do what he said. I knelt and placed my ass above his hardened dick, which was throbbing harder than ever before. I helped position his dick to where my hole was located, and gently lowered myself down on it. I kept lowering myself to the point where his penis head was touching my hole, where, at that moment, I just took his whole dick in without issue. Sitting myself on top of my fiancé, I started jumping up and down on him. “Yeah, like that, babe! Don’t stop…” Elliot cheered me on as he took in all the pleasure that he was receiving. He soon became putty in my hands as I started to dominate him. “Suck my nipples” I demanded. Just like how I gave in to his demands without waver, he did so with me. He leaned his head over and took my entire right nipple into his mouth, while flicking, rubbing, and pulling the other. The pleasure from the nipple play and the prostate massage made me lose my mind, and I ended up bouncing up and down on his dick like there was no tomorrow. “I’m about to cum” we both said in Unison as my nipples were getting played with and while his dick was getting worked. Both of what we were doing got more intense, and the pleasure just kept on increasing with each passing moment. I felt my orgasm quickly coming up, and, with a final thrust of my hips, I let all the fluid that I kept inside of me drain all over the face and hairy chest of my fiancé. I let out a large scream, a scream that could possibly heard from miles away. I kept thrusting my hips as I did this, and it didn’t take long after I ejaculated for Elliot to do the same. “Goddamn” Elliot said as he delivered a final thrust into me. I felt his dick filling my ass up with his own cum, and I let out a low grown to express my pleasure with it. I jumped on his dick a few more times to help drain him out, and, after I felt that he was done cumming, I took his dick out of me and leaned in deliver a passionate kiss onto him.
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    Fifteen “Oh, here he is. The dirty stop out!” my mum said to me when I arrived back home the next morning. Far from being annoyed though, I couldn’t help but grin in amusement. It was going to take a lot to threaten my good mood on that particular morning. “Who’s this friend then? You haven’t told me his name!” I groaned. “Just someone from school!” “Oh yeah. You think I was born yesterday? You don’t have to lie to me anymore, Noah. You’re an adult now!” “It’s Reece Miller!” I replied, with a mischievous smirk. “It better not be!” she exclaimed, sharply. As I retreated to my bedroom, she shouted after me. “Tell him he can come round and meet your mum any time!” I could still smell the scent of Eddie’s flat on my clothes. I was so relieved to finally be able to take them off and change. I hadn’t regretted going home with him, but I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted to do it again. I didn’t hear from AJ for the rest of that day, which wasn’t unusual. But when the evening of the next day came and the weekend was almost over, I had started to get a little anxious. I was starting to regret sending him the blushing face emoji when he said he’d hold my hand at my first imaginary bodybuilding competition. It had been suggestive. Whereas what he’d said had very most likely been completely innocent. Fuck! But I couldn’t help thinking that it was kind of on odd thing for a straight guy to say to another guy. Wouldn’t another, “I’ll look after you!” have sufficed? Unless he thought it was acceptable to write what he did because I was gay? Then regretted saying it afterwards? Maybe I was completely over analysing the whole situation? I took the plunge and messaged AJ. “OK, I’ve just thought of THE perfect nickname for when I’m a muscle freak!” I grinned as I sent it and felt a jolt of excitement at the thought of a reply back. But nothing came. Fuck. Okay, he was obviously busy, I reasoned. Probably at the gym, or maybe even working. But when nothing came back an hour later I was seriously starting to worry. Hours passed with no reply. It was agony. I was starting to wonder whether it was all over. That whatever had been happening with AJ and I had come to an end. But it wasn’t just the fact that AJ wasn’t responding to my message that was making me anxious. It was just how much it was worrying me. The awful way it was making me feel. In fact, it was scaring the fucking shit out of me. Maybe I’d gotten way too in over my head with this AJ thing? Maybe I liked him too much? If I was feeling this way just because I hadn’t heard back from him for a few hours, how would I feel if he really did grow bored of our friendship and decided to put an end to it? Or if we did carry on as friends, but he one day announced he’d met a girl he really liked who we wanted to introduce me to? Maybe I needed to end this now, before things got out of hand? And so I switched off my phone off tried to put all thoughts of AJ Jones out of my head. Tried to reset my mind back to three weeks ago, before he’d come back into my life in the most brilliant and unexpected way. Before all the cute, funny messages and trips to Scorpio’s. Before the pictures of him flexing in his posers. Before the spontaneous most muscular he’d squeezed whilst standing over me at the gym. Before he’d playfully hit me with his pillow whilst sitting next to me on his bed and told me he’d be there to hold my hand for my very first bodybuilding competition. It didn’t work, obviously. AJ was the first thing I thought about when I went to sleep and he was the first thing I thought about when I woke up the next day. As I switched on my phone, I was praying to see that notification I loved so much. And when I did, I felt the most incredible wave of relief and happiness wash over me. It was stronger than I would ever have predicted. “What? Better than Noah “What’s Cooking? Shredded Fucking BEEF!” Cook?” And then he sent the AJ emoji. Literally. Couldn’t. Stop. Smiling. “Hehe! Yep! MUCH better than that!” I replied. And then I typed another message. “Get this...Noah “The Cookie Monster” Cook!” The nickname had come to me the day before. I was pretty proud of it, and was fairly confident that AJ would love it too. I wasn’t wrong. Two shocked faced emojis appeared on my phone, followed by another message from AJ. “OMG! That’s fucking AWESOME!!” I used the eyes tight shut with tongue out emoji. I wasn’t going to use the blushing face one again. I wanted to keep things as platonic and non flirtatious as I possibly could. “Genius in fact!!” AJ typed. “Watch out, fuckers! The Ripper and The Cookie Monster are coming!” “Hehe! HELL YEAH!” I replied. Three dots. “You up for Scorpio’s Wednesday?” My heart leapt. Yes fucking YES!! “Sounds good!” “I have a shift at Tesco’s in the afternoon, though, so I won’t be going till about six. Is that okay?” AJ messaged. “Yeah, that’s fine with me.” “Shall I pick you up from yours?” OH FUCK! I panicked. The idea of AJ. Here at my house. NO!! I could not let my mum see him. I didn’t want her to know about AJ. And I couldn’t handle all the questions she’d ask and the opinions she’d no doubt have about how huge and beefy he’d gotten. Or whatever words she’d use. “Or I could meet you at Tesco?” I reasoned. Say yes. Please say yes! Three dots. “Nah. It’ll be easier if I just pick you up.” BOLLOCKS, BOLLOCKS, BOLLOCKS! I reluctantly agreed. I’d literally have to stand by the window waiting for AJ to pull up and then make a dash for it in hope that my mum didn’t see him. Surely he’d just wait in the car, anyway? Surely he wouldn’t come to the actual door? But that dilemma aside, I was happy. Because I was going to get see AJ again. And, despite the radio silence the night before, and the worries and confusion about the hand holding comment and the blushing face emoji, all was apparently fine. I had no idea whether AJ had actually been ignoring me, whether he was just genuinely busy, or whether he just simply wasn’t in the mood to chat. Maybe it was best that I didn’t think about it. Wednesday came and it was the hottest day of the year so far. There was no way AJ would be turning up in his bright red Scorpio’s Gym hoodie, which made me feel even more nervous at the prospect of my mum seeing him. The realisation of just what I was doing seemed to hit me just as I lingered by the window in the living room. My dad on the sofa watching the news. My mum in the kitchen doing the dinner. A competitive bodybuilder was coming to my house to pick me up in his car. Fucking HELL! When did my life get so utterly fucking awesome? As soon as AJ’s car pulled up, I dived to the door. Please don’t beep the horn, I thought. Please don’t fucking beep the horn! “I’m going. BYE!” I shouted. I heard my mum say something but I slammed the door and dashed up the drive. I had no idea if she was peeping out the window as I got into AJ’s car. I didn’t have the nerve to look back to see. I almost couldn’t believe how excited I was to see AJ. I couldn’t keep from smiling. He looked pretty happy too, to be fair. “Oh my God!” he said, in a faux shocked manner as I put my seat belt on. I looked at him, confused. “Is it? It can’t be! IT IS … The Cookie Monster!” I laughed. God, he looked gorgeous. I mean, he always looked gorgeous. But that day, sitting in his car, he looked even more so than usual. It was everything about him. His face, his slightly rosey cheeks, his smile, his eyes. God. I liked him so fucking much. As predicted, AJ wasn’t wearing his Scorpio’s Gym hoodie. He was wearing something even better. The outfit he’d been wearing the afternoon I’d bumped into him for the first time in four years. His tight, blue, Tesco polo shirt. His arms looked fucking ginormous bulging underneath and around the sleeves. “Love it, mate! It’s the perfect nickname!” he said. And then something happened. I looked at his huge, bulging arm, and he caught me. Fuck! He didn’t say anything, but I knew he’d seen me looking. He’d been smiling anyway, but his grin seemed to suddenly take on a slight, cocky, smugness. “What are we training today?” I asked, now facing forward. “Arms, baby!” AJ replied. It was a laddish “baby”. Like, “Yeah, baby!” “That okay?” he asked. “Yeah. Fine!” I said. I suddenly flashed back to Eddie’s comments in the Chinese the Friday before. “Oh, one of my friends actually said my arms looked bigger at the weekend!” AJ grinned. “Awesome! They definitely do!” he said, which made me blush. It felt different being with AJ during an evening. Like uncharted territory. I didn’t know whether it was that, or the heat, but it felt like there was a different vibe to when we usually met. A different kind of atmosphere. It felt new and exciting. Even more exciting than usual. “Oh. Before I forget, there’s erm … something in the back seat for you.” AJ’s tone was casual, but I couldn’t help detect a slight hint of nerves in his voice. Confused, I turned my head to see what looked like a folded up, bright blue jumper of some sort. And then I realised what it was. My stomach did a somersault and my heart expanded in my chest. Fuck! “What? This?” I asked nervously, picking it up and bringing it to the front of the car. “I know the guys who run the gym, so ...” he said. He sounded a little less nervous than before. I held it up in front of me. My very own, bright blue, Scorpio’s Gym hoodie, to compliment AJ’s red one. I couldn’t believe AJ had done that for me. Had been so sweet and considerate to get me my very own hoodie. My heart was literally melting. “Oh, wow. Thanks, mate!” I said. I couldn’t stop grinning. I cautiously looked at AJ. He was gently biting his lip. He looked kind of coy, but he was smiling too, clearly pleased that his gesture had gone down well. “I got you a medium! Is that okay?” he adorably asked. “Yeah!” I reassured him. I didn’t know what else to say, but I didn’t feel like any more words were really necessary. I spent the rest of the journey clutching my gift from AJ. I didn’t seem to want to let go of it. “So …” AJ began, changing the subject. “I’ve been thinking about your idea for a spin off series. AJ and Noah in the Land of Beef?” “Yeah?” I said, still on a high from AJ gifting me my very own Scorpio’s Gym hoodie. “Yep! And I’ve had an idea for an episode. AJ and Noah … switch bodies!” OH MY GOD!! “So AJ’s just a regular sized lad. And Noah’s a competitive bodybuilder!” he explained. FUCKING, FUCKING YES!! I couldn’t stop grinning. “I’m liking it!” I said, enthusiastically. Which was a severe understatement. I loved it so much I could barely breathe. “I thought you would!” he said, with a huge, proud, gorgeous grin. “The question is …” AJ continued, “how would Noah react to suddenly being huge and jacked?” Oh fuck! I instantly started to swell in my trackie bottoms. “Hmmm …” I began, playing along. I was kind of nervous to answer, but not half as nervous as I would have been a few gym trips ago. I was definitely getting more confident at talking about bodybuilding related stuff with AJ. And it still excited me as much as it always had to do so. “Maybe he’d suddenly get really, really cocky?” I suggested. AJ was beaming. “I can see that happening! Imagine if he just literally couldn’t stop flexing? GRRRR!” Oh fuck! The idea of me flexing (even a fictional, animated me). The “GRRRR!” My swelling quickly resulted in me having a fully grown hard on. Thank God I had my new Scorpio’s Gym hoodie in my lap to hide it. “What about AJ, though? How do you think he’d react to losing all his muscles?” I asked. “Oh, he’d be gutted! He’d probably do everything he could to get huge again!” “I reckon Noah would tease AJ a bit, too!” I mischievously suggested. AJ beamed. “What, like, keep hitting poses right in front of him? Hey, AJ. Cop a load of these GUNS! BOOM! Front double bicep!” OH JESUS! AJ was killing me. I suddenly felt a burst of bravery. “Or a most muscular?” I suggested. Saying the words of an official bodybuilding pose out loud to an actual bodybuilder gave me such a fucking rush. “You remembered!” AJ said, impressed and grinning. I suddenly felt a pang of guilt. Like I was tricking AJ. Lying to him, even. “Yeah! One of those. Right in his face!” I said. “Fuck yeah!” AJ said. And then he did one of his cute, little giggles. “Can you imagine if I actually did that to you?” he asked. OH MY FUCKING GOD!! My eyes widened in shock, but I couldn’t mask the huge grin at the thought of AJ cranking out a big most muscular mere inches away from my face. FUCKING HELL! I had absolutely no idea how I’d react if that were to actually happen, but I suddenly couldn’t think of anything I wanted more. “I reckon you’d shit yourself!” AJ cheekily said. Hmmm. That, or fucking cream in my PANTS!! I playfully screwed my face up, still unable to mask my grin. “I bet I wouldn’t. I’d probably just be like… er, mate, what the fuck are you doing?!” AJ couldn’t stop grinning. He really seemed to like the idea of shocking, surprising or just plain terrifying me by blasting out a pose and flexing his muscles in my face. “Maybe I’ll do it!” he mischievously said. “When you least expect it!” I didn’t respond, but spent the rest of the car journey feeling like I might burst with excitement. Because I was pretty sure that AJ was crazy enough to follow through with through with the idea. The changing room at Scorpio’s was surprisingly busy. Much more so than on our previous trips. Presumably because of the time of the day. At least three rather meaty lads said hello to AJ. Normally we’d just dump our bags into AJ’s locker and head out to the gym. But something else happened instead. AJ started to undress. Right in front of me. Fuck, fuck, fucking, fuck, FUCK!! I had no idea why I hadn’t anticipated it. Of course he was going to undress. He was wearing his fucking Tesco uniform, for fuck’s sake. It happened so fast I barely had time to think. But before I knew it, AJ Jones was topless. A competitive bodybuilder, mere inches away from me with his torso on full, unclothed display. JESUS CHRIST! Surreal was just one of the ways I could have described seeing AJ’s torso in the flesh. It was almost like I’d slipped into another reality. Or like the normal world had drifted away and I was suddenly in a scene of a film. As for his body. Holy fucking HELL. It was even more gorgeous and even more muscular in the flesh than I had expected. He really had moulded his body to become something not of the norm. I knew what I was looking at was something special. Something that you wouldn’t encounter on a daily basis. And something that was suddenly having the most incredible effect on and power over me. His tits were outrageous. Perfect even. Round and thick. Even his pink little nipples looked bigger than the average man’s. His abs weren’t as shredded as I’d seen them in his competition shots, but they were still very much there. Six, beautifully shaped bubbles of muscle, bulging through his super soft skin. What I wouldn't give to kneel down and gently kiss each of those abdominal muscles. To worship them in the way they deserved to be. I even loved the shape of his cute, little belly button. I was almost relieved when he put a tight fitted, black t-shirt on, instead of his usual vest. But also a little disappointed, too. Then his work trousers came down and holy fucking quads! His thighs were so crazily thick. It was like the muscle just hung off the bone. I spotted a few faint lines, obviously left over from his competition condition days. His calves were outrageously developed, too. And then there was his arse. Fucking HELL that arse. Two beefy, round, overdeveloped buttocks stuffed into the cutest crisp white boxers shorts with a bright green waistband. I didn’t even attempt not to stare. I just couldn’t not. I was transfixed. Curiously, AJ didn’t make eye contact with me as he changed. Maybe he felt a little shy doing so? Which was hard to believe considering how much he loved to show off his body on stage. And in pictures. Maybe that cockiness was just saved for the stage? Because he definitely seemed a little shy. Even a little nervous. That seemed to fade once AJ was fully clothed again, but a slight awkwardness seemed to linger afterwards. And then I wondered again whether AJ really did know I fancied him? And was even feeling a little uncomfortable at the thought of me checking out his half naked body? Checking out his arm in his car was fine, a nice little ego boost even, but ogling his naked torso in a changing room was just a step too far? A thought which caused a horrible, sick feeling in my stomach. Or maybe I was just being my usual neurotic self, reading way too much into the situation and just needed to chill the fuck out for once in my life? The awkwardness seemed to break when, en route to the gym, AJ asked me a question with a mischievous little grin. “Ready to get those guns even bigger?” It wasn’t just the changing room that was busier. The actual gym was packed. It also had a completely different atmosphere that it did during the day. The number of hot, fit, muscle lads was increased for a start. As were the testosterone levels. Grunts, groans, laddish banter and raised voices filled up the gym. AJ seemed a little different too. Still his lovely, funny, cheeky self, but just a bit more serious and a little less relaxed. Which, I guess, lent itself to the atmosphere of the gym. I didn’t know what it was about that particular trip to Scorpio’s. Maybe it was just being with AJ on the evening, maybe it was the fact he’d picked me up from my house, or that he’d gone out of his way to get me my very own Scorpio’s Gym hoodie, but when we were finished with our training and back in his car, I couldn’t help feeling like our friendship had suddenly been taken to a new level. I loved being at the gym with AJ. But there was something about being in his car sat beside him that felt really special. When it was just the two of us. And on that particular evening, it felt more special than ever. “I love this song!” he said, turning the car radio up. “It reminds me of being a kid,” he added. I loved it, too. It was one of those really uplifting, early noughties dance songs that got played to death on release, with this earworm of a line repeated over and over again over the top of this gorgeous, euphoric synth that you never wanted to end. It felt like the perfect song for that moment. I’d listen to it again when I got home, but I knew it wouldn’t sound the same without AJ next to me. I couldn’t help thinking how ironic, but fitting some of the lyrics were to mine and AJ’s situation too. “I’m the same boy I used to be.” “See, this kind of music just makes me wanna go out!” I said. AJ grinned. “God. I’d actually love a drink now! Is that really bad considering I’ve just been to the gym?” he asked. I pulled a face. “When is drinking ever bad?” I knew the answer, of course. When you’re a two hundred plus pounds mini muscle bull and future 212 pro bodybuilder like AJ Jones, who’s training to get shredded abs and line plastered quads so he can show them off on stage in his shiny, lime green posers while pulling all manner of shamelessly cocky facial expressions. “Okay,” AJ firmly said. “I propose we go to Tesco’s, get some alcohol, go back to mine and watch Dom and Cole!” It was possibly the single greatest proposal I’d ever had.
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    Fourteen “Wow! Noah, your arms look bigger!” I was sitting opposite Eddie at a Chinese restaurant in town and I’d just taken my jacket off. I couldn’t suppress a smug grin at his compliment. “The gym’s going well, then?” he asked. “Yeah! I’m really getting into it.” I hadn’t told Eddie about my trips to Scorpio’s with AJ. The idea of doing so made me oddly nervous. I guess I was worried if I started talking about AJ I’d give away my feelings for him. “Although my mum keeps moaning that I keep using all the milk for my protein shakes!” I said, rolling my eyes. “Protein shakes? You’re turning into a right little muscle boy!” he said, which made me grin even more. Shortly afterwards I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and I was instantly filled with excitement. What if AJ had sent me a message? Or even another outrageously hot picture of himself posing in his trunks in the middle of his garden? I didn’t want to be one of those people who sat in restaurants or bars playing with their phone instead of talking to the person right in front of them. But still, as Eddie told me about the latest play he was putting together with his acting group, I couldn’t stop wondering what was waiting for me on my phone, and if it was a message from AJ. When Eddie retreated to the toilet I eagerly took my phone out of my pocket. I felt deflated when I saw that the vibrating was just caused by a text message from Naomi, which I momentarily felt guilty about, before realising that Naomi would completely understand. I hadn’t told her that I’d been going to the gym with AJ, either. Or that I‘d been messaging him on Facebook. I kind of liked that no one knew about us. It made whatever we were seem just that little bit more special. When Eddie came back I was still texting. “Sorry! Best friend. She’s coming back next weekend.” “Awww! That’s cool.” My phone pinged again. “Oh, she says I should invite you out next Saturday!” Eddie grinned and raised one eyebrow. “Oh, that’s nice of her. Tell your friend, thanks.” I smiled and playfully rolled my eyes. “Wanna come out with us?” “Sounds fun!” I knew Naomi would like Eddie, and vice versa. Pretty much everyone gets on with Naomi. I found it kind of weird how most of my friends were really outgoing. Maybe that was exactly why I got on with them. Because they were the opposite of me. I wasn’t convinced that two introverted people really worked that well together. “Ooooh! I can probe her! Find out some gossip!” Eddie’s comment reminded me that he really did like me. I felt a stab of guilt that I didn’t entirely feel the same, but also couldn’t help feeling flattered that someone felt that way about me. It was a nice feeling. The thing about going out with Eddie was that it was always so comfortable, easy and fun and we always ended up having such a great night out. And he was so charming and nice that I started to wonder whether I did actually like him, or at least could grow to like him. And even though I wasn’t exactly feeling butterflies, even though I’d spent the past three weeks thinking about another guy, there was something there between us. I couldn’t deny it. Which is why, whenever he made a move to kiss me on our nights out, I always reciprocated. “You know I like you, don’t you?” Eddie said to me a few hours later while we were sitting down in the pub we went to on our first date. His fingers intertwined with mine and my knee was pressed against his. It felt nice. And for the first time in weeks, I actually wasn’t thinking about AJ Jones. I guess it may have been my cue to tell him I liked him too, but I didn’t. To be honest, I’d never exactly been that forthcoming with guys. Even the ones I really liked. It wasn’t intentional. I guess I just wasn’t very good at talking about that type of thing openly. But also, a lot of the time, I wasn’t really sure exactly how I felt. Guys seemed to fall for me hard, and very quickly. And I very rarely felt the same. “But you know I’m only here for the summer?” I said. “I’ll be going back to uni in September.” “I know!” he said, gazing at me. “I’ll worry about that then.” And then we kissed again. Only, for the first time, it was actually me who initiated it. Which obviously pleased Eddie, because he couldn’t stop smiling afterwards. Surprisingly, I didn’t hesitate when he asked if I wanted to go back to his. My only concern was the tirade of questions I’d receive from my mum the next day. Eddie lived in a studio flat. It wasn’t the nicest of places, but it had a certain character. And would have cost at least twice as much to rent in London. Most twenty-something Londoners would have killed to have been able to afford a place like Eddie’s. Probably a fair few thirty-something’s too. I couldn’t help grinning as I looked at his DVD collection. “It’s pretty geeky isn’t it?” he said. “A little!” I said, playfully. “I make no apologies and give zero fucks!” he said. I chuckled. Along with pretty much every superhero film ever made and a vast number of box sets of sci-fi series, he had a surprisingly large number of Disney films, which, for some reason, I found utterly adorable. “OK, you get big points for the Buffy box set. What’s with all the Disney films, though?” “Oh!” he said, a little coyly. “It’s erm … a bit of a guilty pleasure of mine. I dunno. I just love them!” I grinned. “Awww! That’s actually really cute.” “Hmmm. A bit like you then!” he said, wrapping his arms around me from the back. We ended up on Eddie’s bed soon after. We started off just kissing with our arms wrapped around each other. Then we undid each other belts and our jeans came off not long after and we started fooling around with each other. Neither of us took our t-shirts off for the entire time. It was a little awkward and fumbly. It wasn’t necessarily bad, but it felt a bit mechanical. Like I was just going along with it for the sake of it. I didn’t cum, either. Eddie did. We giddily laughed as soon as he had and he jumped off the bed to clean himself up. When he came back, we started talking about which Disney films we liked and the moment sort of went. I had no desire to try and get it back either. Touching Eddie, lying in his arms afterwards with my head on his shoulder was kind of nice, even just to share an intimate moment with him. Nothing was really going on with my insides though. No fluttering. No fuzzy feelings. And definitely still no butterflies. His flat also had this weird kind of smell to it too that I couldn’t quite place. It wasn’t like AJ’s bedroom. I loved the smell of AJ’s bedroom. I woke up in the middle of the night with a sore head and an overwhelming urge to be back in my own bed. I fumbled for my phone in the pocket of my jeans lying on Eddie’s floor to check the time and saw the very thing that made my whole body want to burst with adrenaline. AJ Jones had sent me a Facebook message. I excitedly unlocked my phone, Eddie asleep next to me. AJ hadn’t just sent me one message. He’d sent a series of messages in the past hour. Fuck! “Guess what I’m doing? Watching Dom and Cole...STONED!” “It’s ducking MAD!” “Fuvking.” “FUCKING. ARGH!” “Noah. You up?” “You’re missing it.” And lastly, a single crying face emoji, sent just ten minutes before. Something twisted in my stomach when I saw that crying face emoji. I had the sudden, overwhelming urge to wrap my arms around AJ and make him feel better. Which was absolutely absurd. Because it was a fucking emoji. I could have easily just ignored AJ’s messages. Put my phone back into the jeans of my pocket and gone back to sleep. But I couldn’t resist. I suddenly wanted nothing more in that moment than to talk to AJ. My gorgeous, cute, little AJ. Careful not to wake Eddie, I took my phone and sneaked off to his bathroom. “I’m up!’ I texted. Three dots. “YAY!! Cookie! The Cookster! Ickle Noah Cook!” Sitting on Eddie, toilet, gazing at my phone, my heart just wanted to burst. It was the happiest I’d felt all night. “Hehe! You’re wasted!!” And then he sent three of the AJ emoji’s. I suddenly had the urge to tell him exactly what I’d named that emoji in my head. If there was ever a time to say it, it was probably then. “This is so fucking TRIPPY!!” AJ messaged. “Hehe! POTHEAD!!” “I’m watching the one where they go into Dom’s dream and they’re being chased by the massive doughnuts.” “I LOVE that episode!” I replied. He sent me the smiling and blushing face emoji. “They should bring it back. Do a revival series!” I typed. “OH MY GOD! YES!!” AJ replied. An idea suddenly came to me in that moment. Just popped into my head. I decided to run with it. “Or a spin off!” I typed. And then I quickly followed it up. “How about...AJ and Noah in the Land of Beef?” “OMG!! HAHA!! I LOVE IT!” My heart expanded. I loved it when AJ reacted in such a way to something I’d said, or messaged. “What would the Land of Beef be like then?” AJ messaged. “Full of shredded muscle freaks!” I typed, my cock growing hard at the mention of the thing that turned me on more than anything else in the world. “HELL YEAH!!” AJ replied. “Except maybe my character.” Then I sent the blushing face with eyes wide open emoji. “Hmmm. Maybe not at first. What if you started out as a regular sized person then slowly transformed into a monster throughout the series?” AJ brilliantly messaged. “Erm...FUCK YEAH!” “Hehe! The season finale could be your first bodybuilding show!” “GRRRRR!! You’d be competing with me, obviously!” I replied. “Of course!” And then AJ sent a message which made my head feel like it was going to explode. “I’ll be there to hold your hand.” Fuck!! My heart began to pound. I knew that it was most likely just an innocent comment, but something was racing through my head. What if it meant something more? Was there any minute possibility? Any remote chance, that there was something more to that comment? None of us were typing. I tapped the blushing with eyes wide open emoji, unsure of whether to send it. Fuck it, I thought. There was a pause. Three dots. And then no dots. Nothing. Fuck! The emoji had been too suggestive. He probably thought that I was flirting. Fuck, fuck, FUCK! And then it came through. One single emoji. The AJ emoji. I stared at my phone for the next few minutes. Neither of us were typing anything else. It felt like the right time to call it a night. It felt like a good note to leave on. The next morning I woke up with only one thing on my mind. The last thing AJ had said to me. “I’ll be there to hold your hand.” “Morning! You look happy!” Eddie said to me as he wrapped his arms around my waist and back. The ecstatic grin I’d been wearing as I’d thought of AJ had transformed into a sheepish smile as I looked at Eddie’s face, just inches away from mine. I felt like such a dick. “Were you okay last night?” he asked me. “Yeah. Why?” I asked, surprised. “I was only half asleep but it seemed like you were in the bathroom for ages.” FUCK! “Erm. I think I went a few times,” I lied, feeling like even more of a dick. “My bladder’s terrible when I’ve been drinking.” “Well, thanks for a good night, handsome,” Eddie said, his arm still gripped around my back. I smiled and closed my eyes. My whole body was buzzing. Bursting with excitement and happiness. Not because of the guy I was lying next to, his face mere inches away from mine while his arm wrapped tightly around me. But because I couldn’t stop thinking about the idea of holding AJ Jones’ hand. And the next two chapters are mostly all AJ and Noah together in person!
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    (Hey guys, this story is a collaboration by Mguy and Gaiser. We came up with the story, Mguy wrote it, I did the art work. I may be the one posting the story, please remember to credit and give your compliments to Mguy as well. Enjoy. Mguy: https://muscle-growth.org/profile/183-mguy/ ) Erik got to the gym later than most. It had been a long day at work. As usual he was the last to leave the office, working longer on his projects than anyone else. Not that his co-workers would notice as they routinely left him on his own, not trusting him to be able to think about anything but his next meal. This same isolating social behavior had dogged Erik since high school. Starting out small, Erik took to weights like a duck to water. It was only a matter of time before he fell in love with bodybuilding, and when he did, he fell hard. Never a social butterfly, the discipline required to be a success in bodybuilding isolated Erik at a time when his peers could be their cruelest. Though college was easier than high school on a social level, Erik stuck with his true love, the love of muscle. He took his body to the limits, broke through all barriers, and then went beyond until there was no going back. As he became big and then even bigger, Erik was able to get his way simply by using his muscles to intimidate and at times outright bully others. If people couldn’t appreciate what he had accomplished or shunned him because they thought he was a brainless musclehead, why not give them a taste of what they expected. ”The gym feels cool tonight,” thought Erik, "but I’ll be overheated and dripping with sweat inside of a quarter hour anyway." Walking down the hallway into the locker room, Erik felt like a gladiator entering the arena from the tunnel under the bleachers, the strong, chosen one, ready for all challenges. Erik was at his best when alone. He barely noticed that there was a new kid, who was working the late shift at the gym. As he passed the mirrors, Erik checked out the physique that would give any guy whiplash as he walked by. Erik raised his left arm, creating a peak of absolute perfection as the steely hard bicep bulged skyward. He swung the other arm into a stunning front double-biceps pose. Erik flexed his huge upper body followed by the sound of fabric tearing. His tight dress shirt, once capable of containing his torso, lost its ability to do so. Erik's 23.5 inch biceps exploded out of the seams. The tear in the sleeves grew and opened up like a peeling banana. He began twisting his wrists to show the thickness of his bowling pin forearms. Erik grabbed his left wrist and brought his arms under his chest for an outstanding side-chest pose. His flimsy shirt stretched to its limits as his huge pecs ballooned outwards. The buttons began to vibrate like a glass in an earthquake. Erik struck a jaw dropping lat-spread that defined the letter V. He then did an impressive most-muscular which ripped the shirt collar around his neck and exposed his mountainous trapezius muscles. His massive deltoids literally capped off the top of his V. Erik tore the remains of his shirt off tossing them in the trash not noticing that there was a new guy working the late shift and that he had seen everything. Erik turned his attention to his lower body. Removing his dress shoes, socks and slacks, he flexed his feet, calves and massive quads. He extended his right leg forward shaking his thigh into a rippling mass of superhuman muscle. His quads, like his biceps which filled out the shirt sleeve, filled out the shorts he has squeezed into. His calves were ripped and finished with feet that could only be described as equally ripped and muscular. Erik flexed his hamstrings bulging rearward and his rounded glutes which were high and tight and reeked of power. Before the mirror stood one god of a man: blond haired and 6'2, 265 lbs of rippled striated contest muscle that only top pros achieved – but better. At 25 years old, Erik was proud of his achievement. He flexed so hard that his veins were engorged with blood. Erik took pride in his well developed and defined abs which were hard and taut, forming an 8-pack with very well defined obliques. As Erik flexed, his red shorts grew tighter as his crotch bulged outward. Erik's glutes were stretching out the ass of his shorts. Erik was fucking pumped! He knew he could spew hot cum all over the mirror, but that would have to wait. First Erik needed to attack the weights which would reward him with the muscle he was so in love with. Erik set his bag down pulled out his water bottle, shake bottle, workout log, pen, sweat towel, gloves, and tank top. He slipped the top on adjusting it so that it fit snug accentuating each muscle on his torso and entered the gym. Erik moved through his workout with the precision of a skilled athlete. He instinctively knew what his body needed. An extra rep here and additional weight there. His body hummed like a powerful BMW. Nearing the end of his workout, Erik grabbed the 90 lb. Dumbbells , taking deep breaths…Clang! “Shit, that new kid banged some weights.” Erik looked over to see if the kid was OK and started over. Erik said to himself, "Focus. Fall back and leverage the weights above shoulders. How bad do you want it?" Nine reps. Rest for ten to fifteen deep breaths. Twelve, thirteen go! Heave the dumbbells up. At least four this time, dammit. AAARGH. Four. Drop the weights. Rest again. Longer. Fourteen deep breaths. Three reps, fouuuuuuur, slow slow slow down… fuck! Now extreme stretch with the 35s. Arms hanging off the sides of the bench. Stretched out like a crucifix. Fuck, the pec muscles feel like they are ripping off the sternum … pain… 58… 59… 60 seconds! Chest done! The workout complete. Erik sat up and flexed in the mirror. The tank top stretched so tight that you could see the upper pecs all engorged and vascular. Erik flexed again. He told himself that he wasn't showing off, but hell, yeah he was! "But it’s also good to squeeze and force the blood into the muscle after hitting it," Erik said to himself, "Most guys are too shy to do this, but fuck shy, fuck what anyone thinks. Is this not bodybuilding?" Erik thought about the other guys he had seen while working his way up just flailing about. Erik didn't look down on anyone, but if they want big muscles, why couldn't they be honest and train for that, instead of just doing the same useless crap over and over. Erik focused in the mirror and told himself, “I mean, Fuck! Look at me! You know what I am about. You see me train, and everything is focused on one goal: MASS. You gotta have it in you. They just don’t get it. They want to know my ‘secret’. Fuck Dudes! It’s a feeling, the way you move the weights. Takes years of dedication. Few guys make it that far.” By the time Erik left college, he knew he had crossed over. Erik was a stunning mountain of muscle. Erik peeled off his sweaty tank top, tossed it on the bench, and centered himself in the mirror. He brings his arms up for a front double biceps. Not bad, he says to himself, maybe arms farther back. Yeah, there it is. The peaks were high and sharp. Erik noticed that kid was looking on. “Damn!!!” was all the smaller man could muster. He looked at Erik's legs. “Fuck, your wheels are sick!” Erik jiggled his huge quad muscle like a huge piece of meat from one side to the other, then he tensed “Bam!” His thigh rippled into a solid, corded mass. Stupid bodybuilder tricks. Erik just smiled, and started over. Front double biceps, front lat spread, turn to the side, side chest pose, side triceps… Erik couldn't see his own back, but he did the poses anyway. He hit the “most-muscular” pose, and the look on that twinky gym employee’s face said it all! The kid straightened up shaking out the tension. He looked like he was deciding whether to flee, but in truth he was hooked. “Damn you look good! How much longer till your contest?” Erik gave himself an appraising look in the mirror and snarled, “Fuck! I do this for me!” “Well, you look… good now… to me… “Yeah? Who made you the expert? What’s your name?” "Tim." Tim was not here by chance. He had taken this job in the hopes of finding a big man. Tim wanted muscle – and lots of it. He was working this shift because he had heard about the mysterious mountain of muscle called Erik and needed to check him out for himself. As Tim watched Erik in the mirrors, he took a look at himself in one of the mirrors. He was medium height, on the thin side, but tight and nicely defined. His legs were a little thicker than you would expect from the size of the rest of him, because he was a dedicated biker. His hair was closely cropped and was a light brown color. From an early age, Tim had been fascinated by musclemen, he collected old comics, but paid more attention to the Weider ads in the back of comics than he did to the Marvel superheroes. He had a collection of muscle magazines and YouTube clips, but he always hungered for the real thing. A few times he had been lucky enough to meet up with a guy who was muscular, but only once or twice were they really into showing off. Tim loved the thought of a big strong man posing for him, getting off on how much Tim was turned on by the muscle display. He didn't have to be Mr. Olympia – though that would be great! – he just had to have an attitude! When he first saw Erik enter tonight, Tim's heart immediately started hammering in his chest. The man's back was wide from the sweep of well-developed lats, and tapered down to a taut looking waist. The stud's triceps flexed slightly as his arms swung at his sides as he swaggered down the hall. Thick deltoids capped his torso, and as he turned the corner Tim got a quick look at a broad chest. Tim continued following the guy ahead, and his cock was already beginning to fill out a little. When Tim turned the corner he saw that the big man finishing his work out, he was hooked. Watching Erik pose, Tim could make out the definition of the slightly flexed thick quad muscles and a nicely defined six pack which gave way to the thick muscles of his pecs. Tim guessed that Erik was a tad taller than his 5'10", and far outweighed him and all of that was muscle! Eric looked at Tim, and then he tensed his arm straight down. If Tim had been impressed with the rippling triceps before, now that the horseshoe was fully flexed he became excited. Even from this distance Tim could see the veins in the guy's forearms starkly revealed, and the tie-in between the delts and the triceps was like a chasm between two mountains of muscle. Tim's mouth was dry. He didn't want to get his hopes up, but this guy was so hot. As Erik stared into the mirror, he realized that Tim was quite good looking and had a good build, but there was something else. Erik sensed that Tim had a profound appreciation of muscle. A few more poses validated that thought. Tim was in awe. And what's more – the growing mound in his shorts proved it. Having done every conceivable pose, Erik's body was pumped! All of his muscles bulged with power. Erik knew he had done well as he left the gym and headed to the showers. Tim followed Erik, this time even more in unafraid of the pumped physique that stood before him. Tim started to slowly walk toward the beefy man, who suddenly turned his way, now with a little smirk on his face. Eric immediately flexed his pecs. Tim sucked in his breath as he saw them bunch up into humps of sexy muscle. Erik's arms rested at a different angle than they had before, pushed out by his flared back, and his steps had taken on a rolling gait so that his thighs could get around each other. In the shower, Erik lifted his face to the spray, feeling his biceps flex and grow as he brushed his hair back. Slowly, he let his hands roam down his water-slick body, feeling his pecs as they heaved with each breath. He gently squeezed his left nipple with his right hand, and then twisted it fiercely, gasping with pain and pleasure. The muscle beneath his flesh was rock-hard, his chest two massive slabs. As his right hand played with his nipple, his left dropped below his rib cage, moving up and down his abs, feeling each mound. He flexed, stretched, then flexed again, his whole body absorbed with the pleasure and the feeling of this pumped muscles. He was oblivious to everything as his right hand left his chest and slowly grasped and squeezed his hard dick. A lightning bolt of pleasure filled him at the contact, and slowly he began to stroke. His dick was long and thick. It pulled at his groin and was such an incredible sight which grew with every lengthened stroke. It felt so sexy, and that with his pumped up muscle, made him feel so masculine and powerful. He felt like there was nothing he couldn’t do. The only thoughts in his mind were about how good this felt. His breathing and stroking sped up, as he realized that his whole body felt made for this, for the approaching orgasm. He felt like someone had injected pure sex into his body. The weight of his body and cock made him feel like a lumbering giant, a beast of raw sexual energy, sated for now, but he could feel the stirrings of arousal rising in him. Erik opened his eyes and saw Tim buck naked outside the shower and staring at him, his own hand covering his mound. Erik opened his eyes and grinned lustfully at Tim. "I know you want to touch me," the hunk said. Tim tore his eyes away from the huge muscles and looked Erik in the eyes. "Can I?" "I don't know. What makes you think you are worthy to touch these muscles?" “Fuck!! I am a complete muscleaddict!" "Yeah I can tell," Erik said, and smirked. “I’ll bet you dreamed about meeting someone like me." Tim's heart was pounding. "Oh Fuck, yes!" "Your dream is about to come true,” said Erik, as he flexed his pecs and spread his thick lats. Without waiting for a reply, Erik reached down and grabbed Tim's perky ass in his hands and lifted the smaller man up. Tim placed his hands around Erik’s thick muscular neck and wrapped his legs around his waist. Erik stood in the shower and held Tim up with ease. Tim felt the powerful trapezius muscles as he slid his hands down and moved one over to Erik's shoulder. Tim was getting excited by the feel of the solid flesh underneath his hand. He thought of the power contained in those muscles. “Check out this bicep,” Erik said. He raised his arm out straight and clenched his fist. Tim saw the cords in Erik's forearm appear. Then Erik suddenly brought his fist toward his shoulder and the bicep muscle jumped and thickened into a hard, round mass. There was a small knot on top; Erik worked hard for that great peak on his bicep. Tim felt his mouth going dry as Erik relaxed his arm, then slowly flexed it again, so that the bicep contracted just inches away from Tim's face. "So what do you think?" Erik asked. “Fuck it’s so thick!” Tim said. "Yeah, and cut too. Look at that vein crossing the top there. Just waiting for your tongue." Erik needed no further invitation and his face dove toward the muscle in front of him. He traced the length of the vein as Erik whispered, "Suck it boy.” Tim placed his mouth on the hard peak of muscle which flowed under his lips as Erik relaxed and flexed it a few times. Erik lifted up his arm and Tim’s mouth instinctively travelled down to the hairy pit that was revealed. Tim rubbed his nose and face there, breathing in the musty male scent. Tim’s eyes were wide open as he continued his exploration of Erik's hard body. His hot mouth moved over to Erik's rippling right pec, and the big man tensed it so that it hardened underneath his lips. "Suck my tits, boy! Work this big man's chest!" Tim felt Erik's hand clamp onto the back of his head and then his face was pressed against the unyielding pec muscle. Tim's head was surrounded by muscle as Erik worked his arm behind his head and smashed his face into the side of his muscular chest, and into the armpit. After breathing in the musky scent of Erik’s pit, Tim had to gasp for air through his mouth, not wanting to let go of the nipple he had been sucking on, but needing to breathe nonetheless. Tim reached his hand up to run along Erik's side and around his back as far as he could reach. "Yeah feel those lats. Wide as a handball court," said Erik. He arched his back slightly and spread his lats, which Tim now stroked on both sides. "God, you are so hot!" Tim moaned. "I could feel your muscles all night long." "I bet you could, little man," Erik replied. "A fucking stud flexing, posing – you would spend all week worshipping me if I let you." Tim had a raging hard on at this point. His 7 inch dick was pulsing, pressed hard against Erik’s pecs. His cock stuck out stiffly, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the piss slit. Erik reached over and brushed Tim's hand aside and squeezed Tim's cockhead. After that, Tim was lost to sensation. Erik smirked and said, "Not bad for a little guy,” but in reality, Tim had reached a depth that Erik didn't know existed. Erik knew how to build muscle, but Tim masterfully worked them into a sexual frenzy. Erik lowered Tim he pressed his fingers around Tim’s cock. Tim’s hand brushed against the ridges of the abdominal muscles that rose above the Erik’s pubic hairs. Erik’s cock was not quite erect yet. Tim watched as it grew longer and thicker. It was a beauty, very thick around with a large mushroom head that was a deep purple as more blood pumped into the cock. Veins ran along the shaft, as prominent as the veins that ran along Erik's forearms. Tim saw the heavy balls hanging amid a bush of pubic hair. Tim attempted to encircle the big tool with the fingers of his right hand, while his left continued to play along Erik's solid midsection. The sensations from Erik’s cock and his muscles melded together exploding into a sexual sensation that Erik never experienced. As Erik had been talking Tim had continued to stroke Erik's cock until it was its full rigid length, at least two inches longer than Tim's and much bigger around. Tim looked up from the cock into Erik's eyes. "I will do anything you want, just as long as you flex for me, pose and show off for me, and keep talking!" "For starters, get on your knees before your musclegod," Erik said. Tim immediately dropped down and pressed his cheek against one of Erik’s heavy thighs. His hand caressed Erik's calf muscle, which felt like a rock when Erik stood on his toes to flex it. "You know what to do boy," Erik said coldly. Tim slid his face across the muscular leg, appreciating the definition of the quads, until he was facing the stiff cock. He opened his mouth wide and started to take the dick in. A drop of pre-cum on the tongue tasted slightly salty as Tim took the whole tool into his mouth. Then he began to suck on the big man's dick, taking the balls in one hand while his other felt along the semi-flexed quad muscle of Erik's right leg. "Ooh yeah, baby, you like to suck a muscleman's cock. Love to give me head, make this man feel good." "Mmmmmm," came out of Tim's throat as he continued to work on the rod. He looked up and saw that Erik was looking down at him. Erik's thick pecs jutted out over the rippling ab muscles and Tim reached a hand up to stroke the bottom of the heavy chest muscles. Erik brought his arms up and did a double biceps pose, which made Tim start to emit high pitched snorts. "Jesus, what a stud this guy turned out to be!" Tim thought. "Look at those fucking arms. They are so strong, the way he picked me up like I was nothing!" Erik pulled Tim up to his feet, and the smaller man actually felt wobbly from the intensity of the experience. Erik wrapped his big arms around Tim and squeezed him tightly. Then he brought his face down and started a long passionate kiss. Their tongues were swirling against each other, Erik’s tongue thrusting into Tim's mouth. During the kiss Erik looked directly into Tim's eyes. Erik was hooked. Tim had the whole cock slick with saliva, and had been jerking the base of it while he tongued the purple head. Now Erik put his hands on the sides of Tim's head and pushed Tim forward all the way on his dick. Tim started to gag a little, but then he was able to get a breath and keep up the suction as Erik grabbed his head and held it in place while he used his hips to thrust his cock down Tim's throat. Tim's nose was being slammed into the bush above Erik's cock every time the muscle man powered his crotch forward. He took in deep breaths of the acrid smell and once more tried to look upward. He was grabbing onto Erik's thick thighs to help keep his balance from the onslaught of Erik's hard thrusts. “Enjoying your face fuck?" Erik asked. “Big muscleman shoving his horsedick into your mouth, so you get an idea of what power can do. Yeah, take this cock all the way. I said all the way!" and Erik rammed his dick extra hard into Tim's eager mouth. "Oh yeah man, stroke my balls so I can work up a big load for you. Big load of cum to shoot into your cocksucking mouth. Service this muscleman like he deserves. Oh yeah, feel it, dude. Feel my cum getting ready to shoot. I see you watching me, big fucking muscles flexed, know that you love it man, love to suck a muscleman's dick. Shit, feel my nuts tightening up, here if comes! Unh, unh, UNH, aww FUCK!" Tim felt the first gush of cum out of Erik's cock and made a whimpering noise. He kept his lips firmly clamped around the dick as Erik bucked and squirted more jism into his mouth. Tim was surprised that Erik's leg muscles got even harder as they flexed during his orgasm. As the cum kept squirting into him, Tim looked up again at the rolling ab muscles just above his head, rippling each time Erik shot, his dick now shoved all the way down Tim’s throat. "Shit! Drink my cum," Erik commanded as he pressed Tim's face against his crotch. Finally he released his hold, but Tim kept the slowly softening dick in his mouth. "Oooh yeah, I knew that you would be a good cocksucker. Here's a little reward for you," Erik said. Then he stepped back so that Tim had to reluctantly let Erik's cock slip out of him, a thread of cum and saliva dripping off it. As Tim, still on his knees, looked up, Erik did his version of a most muscular pose. The muscles seemed to explode on his body: striations fanning across his pecs, the three heads of the deltoid muscles starkly exposed, Erik's dense biceps hardened into baseballs, and everywhere a network of veins lay beneath the thin skin. Tim grabbed his own cock in his hand and started jerking it. It felt like he had a nightstick in his hand. He was so turned on from the face fucking service he had just given that this final display of raw muscle was all it took to have him shooting his load after fisting his cock just a few times. The cum flew out of his rigid boner further than he had ever shot before. Landing on Erik’s solid wall of bricks. "You fucking hot animal!" Tim gasped. His eyes were darting everywhere, trying to catch every inch of flexed muscle, and then they lingered on Erik’s face. Erik had a smile again, that look of superiority that made Tim's balls pump as hard on the fourth squirt as they did on the first. Erik stood straight up, flexed his right arm, and sticking his tongue out, licked along the hump of muscle as he looked out of the corner of his eye at Tim. Tim moaned as the last drops of cum dribbled out of his dick. Erik pulled Tim up to his feet, and the smaller man actually felt wobbly from the intensity of the experience. Erik wrapped his big arms around Tim and squeezed him tightly. Again, Erik brought his face down to Tim’s and he locked his lips onto Tim’s and gave him a long, passionate kiss. Erik looked directly into Tim's eyes again, but this time with a tenderness that belied his strength. He knew he had found his man. When Erik released Tim from his grip, Tim raised one hand so that it rested lightly against the huge pec of the man before him. He had also found his man. His muscleman! "God, that was so hot. Fuck you are my fantasy come true! I could give you the adoration you really deserve at my place," Tim said. Erik smiled and said, "Sure, why not?” Erik thought to himself, “Who knew a fucking twink could be so hot!”
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