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Twenty Six I wrapped my arms around AJ’s torso and sunk my face into his back. My cheek resting against the blue material of his Tesco polo shirt. “Mmmm!” I said, smiling as he gripped his arms around mine and squeezed. “I think you should phone in sick!” I joked. AJ did one of his cute, little giggles. “Don’t tempt me!” he said, squeezing my arms further with his strong grip. “Thanks for the sleepover!” I said. “Thanks for making me cum twice last night. And again this morning!” he cheekily said. I bit my lip and grinned, still with my face sinking into his back. I probably could have just stayed in that position all day. Sinking into the boy I loved as he held me in his tight, strong grip. AJ stopped squeezing me and spun around to face me, putting his arms around my back in a cuddle and looking at me with an affectionate, happy grin. Jesus. That fucking face. He was so gorgeous it almost hurt. And he was mine. At least for the time being. I gripped both of his arms, huge and bulging out of his outrageously tight work shirt. “This fucking shirt!” I exclaimed, shaking my head and grinning. “It’s ridiculous!” “Oh, I know!” he said, sighing and playfully rolling his eyes. “Shouldn’t be such a monster should I?” And then his mouth curled into a cheeky little grin. I smiled back and bit my lip, my dick swelling under the gym trackies I was wearing from the previous night. My phone suddenly vibrated in my pocket. “Ugh! I need to get moving. And you’re vibrating!” AJ said. I leaned in and kissed him before we finally parted. As I reached for my phone, I felt a pang of nerves. Because what if it was Naomi texting me again? We hadn’t mentioned the incident from earlier in the week where AJ has asked me not to tell her about us. I wasn’t sure I wanted the subject to be bought up again. At least not then. “Oh, shit!” I said out loud looking at my phone screen. I’d received a text message from Eddie asking me if I wanted to meet up the following evening. I had known I’d have to deal with that particular dilemma sooner or later. “What’s up?” AJ asked. I pulled a face and passed him my phone. He pulled his own “eeeek” face as he read Eddie’s message, but then I noticed his mouth briefly curling into a smug little grin. Like a part of him got a kick out of the fact that he’d won me over Eddie. “I’ll just tell him I’m already going out with a friend or something!” I said. AJ nodded. “Well you could be! I’m not working tomorrow night.” My heart fluttered. Not just at the prospect of spending another evening with AJ, but because he seemed to be proposing that we could actually go out somewhere. Earlier that morning I had wanted to freeze time. Now I wanted to fast forward it. “I mean, we probably should venture out at some point, rather than just spending all of our time on my bed!” he added with a mischievous grin. I was feeling brave. I furrowed my eyebrows. “What, so … kind of like a date?” I teased. I felt a pang of nerves as soon as I’d said it and wondered whether I shouldn’t have. AJ’s mouth curled into this adorable, coy grin. “Yeah!” he said, with a little shrug. “Sounds good!” I said, feeling both excited, but also oddly nervous at the prospect. Which was fucking ridiculous given how intimate I’d been with him. “What do you fancy doing?” he asked. “Erm … we could go for something to eat?” I suggested. “Or the cinema?” “Cinema sounds good! Mmmm! It’ll be hard though …” AJ said, wrapping his arms under mine once more. “What?!” I asked playfully as I sunk into his huge, muscular body. “You know what!” AJ said, as he pressed up against me. “We could sit in the back row?” I suggested. “Right in the corner!” AJ giggled and kissed me. How was I going manage without kissing him for the next day? It was ridiculous how nervous I’d felt in the build up to mine and AJ’s outing the following night. I’d seen him so many times, been naked with him, intimate with him, made him cum, so why was venturing to the cinema making my stomach twist? A part of me wished I hadn’t used the word “date” the morning before. We’d never really socialised with each other outside of his bedroom and one drunken, shot fuelled night at a pub. But even then, there’d been a group of us. And that had been before me and AJ had become more than friends. What if our trip to the cinema was awkward? What if I bored AJ with my company? What if AJ realised that what we had was mainly just sex, and that he just wanted to carry on doing what we were doing in his bedroom, but nothing more? All of those fears were racing through my mind as I got ready to venture out; a ritual which had never been particularly enjoyable for me. Naomi was always taking the piss out of me because I’d often change my clothes a dozen times before going on a night out. It wasn’t that I was vain. It was the fact that most of my clothes seemed to hate me. Not just my clothes either. Clothes in general. Nothing ever seemed to sit right on my awkward shaped body. Fate seemed to be on my side that night, though. The first thing I tried on I was actually happy with. A mint green and blue short sleeved checked shirt with a yellow t-shirt underneath. I probably wouldn’t have worn it to a pub or club, but it seemed ideal for that occasion. I very rarely liked what I saw when I looked in the mirror, but every now and then, I would have an unexpected moment where I’d look at my reflection and think, “I actually look okay!” More than just okay. Maybe even nice? I had one very such moment as I looked in my bedroom mirror in preparation for my date with AJ. There was something about my complexion and what I was wearing on that particular night. It was a strange, but nice feeling. Actually liking what I saw in the mirror. Predictably, AJ didn’t just look good. He looked insanely fucking sexy. I almost couldn’t believe just how sexy as he walked up to me outside the Little Denton train station. And what was more unbelievable was the fact that a man so unspeakably hot was not only here to meet me, but for an actual fucking date. My heart fluttered as he approached me. Much like me, none of AJ’s clothes seem to fit right. But while my clothes didn’t fit in a bad way, AJ’s didn’t fit in the hottest way possible. He was wearing his painted on jeans again. Jesus! How long did it take him to squeeze his monster thighs into those things? He had a white t-shirt on, his huge, tanned, ridiculously muscular arms bulging out. And over it, a black North Face gilet, puffed out to a laughable degree, which, amazingly, made him look like even more of a monster than he did normally. He couldn’t stop smiling. This dizzy grin plastered all over his gorgeous little face as he approached me. Was that because of me? Fuck. HOW was that possible?! “You look nice!” he said. I internally laughed at how ridiculous it was that a man so unspeakably hot was complimenting me on my appearance. I so badly wanted to hold AJ’s hand as we stood on the train station platform. To simply lean in and give him a quick kiss. Like straight couples do so freely and easily all of the time. Most of them not realising how extremely lucky they are that they can be affectionate with the people they’re romantically linked with in public. I noticed people staring as we waited for the train to arrive. But it wasn’t at us. They probably just assumed we were two straight mates going out somewhere on a Saturday night. They were staring at the huge, muscular muscle bull bursting out of his sprayed on jeans and North Face gilet. “There’s a big lad over there!” I heard one man cry as we boarded the train. I can’t deny that I loved it. That AJ caused such a stir just from his appearance. He sat opposite me on the train, his arm spilling out into the next seat. There was no way anyone could have sat there without half of their body being in the aisle of the carriage. It wasn’t awkward like I’d feared, but there were moments where a fear slipped in. That I wasn’t being the same person I was when we were sitting in his car on the way to Scorpio’s, or cuddled up on his bed. “Is your phone on silent?” AJ asked me. “Erm …” I realised it was a bit of a weird question as I got my phone out of my pocket to check. And then I saw why he’d asked. I had a text message from him. He’d obviously sent it a few minutes before when he’d been messing with his phone. I gave him a confused look, while excitedly grinning and reading the text. “You look so cute tonight. I’m having lots of naughty thoughts!” I bit my lip and giddy grinned as he smiled back at me, looking rather pleased with himself. I started to text him back. It was weird texting him while he was watching me. I suddenly felt pressure to be cute and witty. “And you look hot as FUCK!! But then you always do!” AJ grinned like crazy as my text came through and he read it. I had a flash of inspiration. “You do know you’re practically taking up two seats though?” I text. He let out a short, sharp laugh as he read my text, then pulled a face. “Ooops!” he said out loud. AJ’s eyes then went south and seemed to widen comically. He then started tapping away at his phone again. His text came through. “HAVE YOU GOT A HARD ON??” I laughed when I read it. And maybe blushed a little. “Ooops!” I said out loud, but quietly. He grinned, bit his lip and gave me a look like he wanted to ravish me right there and then on the train. He then pushed the end of his trainer up against mine so they were touching and we stayed like that for the rest of the journey. AJ paid for my cinema ticket without asking me. “You can pay next time!“ he told me, with a cheeky grin. I hadn’t planned on trying anything with him in the actual cinema, but once the lights had dimmed and we were sat on the back row without many people either side of us, I found myself wondering if there was a possibility that we could get away with being affectionate. So I, somewhat nervously, pushed my leg against AJ’s, and he responded by pushing mine back with more force. Then, amazingly, he intertwined his fingers with mine so he was holding my hand and didn’t let go until the film had finished. It was such a fucking rush. Holding hands with the boy I loved in public. There were even a few surprise scary bits in the film, where AJ jumped and squeezed my hand harder. I found it so fucking adorable that AJ jumped more than I did. “I didn’t expect that to be so jumpy! The other Jurassic Parks weren’t like that!” he said, when the film had finished and we were spilling out of the cinema with the audience. “You were practically jumping out of your seat!” I teased. AJ playfully nudged my shoulder with his. “Fuck off!” he said, grinning. “Hey, Noah!” OH FUCK! My heart jumped into my throat. I recognised his voice straight away. Sure enough, suddenly standing in front of me was Eddie, with a female friend by his side. “Hey!” I said, nervously. God, it was awkward. He introduced me to his friend. “Erm … you remember AJ!” I said, nervously. I was sure that I was blushing. Fuck! “Yeah! How could I forget?” Eddie said, giving AJ an ominous grin. He suspects nothing! I told myself. But I was so nervous. More than I probably should have been. AJ didn't seem nervous at all. Or at least he didn’t show it. Eddie’s friend seemed to know who I was. He’d obviously told her about me. She seemed a little shocked at AJ’s appearance, though. Even a little intimidated. Bless her, I thought. We chatted for a few minutes about what films we were there to see, then said our goodbyes. “Give me a text!” Eddie said as we parted ways. I internally breathed a sigh of relief as we walked away, while also feeling a stab of guilt. Because I had no intention of doing any such thing. “That was awkward!!” I said to AJ as left the cinema. He pulled an “eeeek” face, but was wearing an excitable grin at the same time. Like he’d gotten a kick out of the encounter. Or maybe he was just feeling smug again that he’d beaten Eddie and won the guy? I still couldn’t really believe that I was the guy in question. “We’ve got some time before our last train home!” AJ said, looking at his watch. “Shall we go for a quick drink?” “Sure!” I said, feeling a sudden excitement at the thought. “One of the places you go to?” he suggested. We ended up going to the first pub that Eddie and I went to on our first date. The slightly trashy, darkly lit place with no attitude. Predictably, AJ drew a lot of attention. We got some drinks and found a spot against a wall. We stood drinking for a little while, before AJ made his move and put his hand on my waist and went in for a kiss. I had imagined that he might be nervous about being affectionate with me in public, but he didn’t seem it. In fact, he looked just as content as I was feeling. I can’t deny that I felt a kick at the fact that a boy so huge and muscular was pressed up against me with his ridiculously thick arms around my waist. But it was more than that. I felt proud to be his. As I clung to AJ’s back and rested my chin on his shoulder, I noticed guys from various corners of the bar staring at us. Some looked kind of intimated, while others were watching us in a strange sort of awe. And then there were two young guys, who seemed to be looking on in judgement, whispering to each other and smirking. In other circumstances those two guys may have annoyed me. But in that particular moment, wrapped around the beautiful bodybuilder I’d fallen in love with, I didn’t really care what they thought. Whether they were wondering what someone as hot as AJ was doing with me, or whether they were just turning their nose up at how huge and muscular he was. The only thing I felt was an unexpected sort of hope. That they’d one day find someone as special as AJ, who made them feel even half of how he made me feel.

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Fuuuuuck Mate! Hot and awesome! They went on a date and held hands! You have no idea how happy you made me reading this chapter of the story.????

Astromuscle: Ok @canon and I have both been a little on the busy side but as promised, here's the second part. The Visit As I got there, Mark showed me around his house: his and his dad’s bedroom, the bathrooms, a jacuzzi, an office room and a big living room. The kitchen was also very roomy and there was enough food in it to feed an army. After the first pass through the house he opened a new door and told me to follow him downstairs to a private room. What hit me first was a very manly smell that caused me to get hard instantly. I was really surprised to not only find another bedroom but also a fully equipped gym with a huge mirror wall, a small juice booth with a lot of supplements and a big sofa in the corner of the room. Looking around I noticed that the bench and the squat rack were loaded and the bar was slightly bent from the heavy weights. I asked him if all the heavy weights and protein powder were his. He just smiled knowingly and said that he usually works out at the college or the nearby gym and not here. Everything I saw here was his dads’. I just looked at him in shock with my mouth open again. Suddenly after checking his phone he tells me that one of his friends had an emergency and needs a lift somewhere and asks if I would want to come, or if I'd prefer to stay and try to get settled. I told him that I would stay here and get comfortable, and I went over to the other room in the basement, which was supposedly my room. As I set down my bags and made my bed I hear Mark head out the door. Now that I am alone I walked around the gym, imagining how big his dad must be, using the ridiculously heavy weights I can see in the room. I start getting a boner as I see some used briefs and a torn tank top on the floor. My eyes almost pop out of their sockets when I see the shirt is a 3XL. It couldn’t be Mark’s, big as he was it would drape over him like a canopy. I step closer, picking it up and smelling the fabric. It has such a sweaty, manly smell and my penis gets hard at the combined scent and thought of what someone who wears that must look like, not to mention rip it. My cock keeps growing down my left leg, pinned inside my pants. I may not be big in other areas, but having a large cock was definitely something i revelled in. It would always makes me feel very proud of myself, especially recently in the gym locker room. I eventually decide I want to take a tour upstairs again, going up and finding the main laundry. My mind is racing about this legendary dad who must be a true beast, and now my eyes pick up on things I hadn’t done before. One whole cupboard was filled with every supplement I had heard of, and some that I didn’t even recognise. One even looked foreign. As I keep looking I went to the fridge. I had noted earlier that it was full, but looking closer I now saw that while there were some fresh produce, I saw a lot of meats of different varieties, as well as cottage cheese, greek yogurt. The cupboards had tuna and flaked chicken, lentils, beans and rice. I was never a bodybuilder myself but I did know enough out of sheer lust for them to know exactly what most of this stuff was. My god this is all protein, and high carb foods. Building blocks of muscle. Next I moved on to the living room. One large couch sat across from a very large TV. The couch itself looked very well used. It was odd, since it didn't look old per say but the middle cushion sagged down and looked about as flat as a pancake. A couple shaker cups littered the table, all empty and some of the dumbbells from downstairs were also up here. The lowest weight I saw was 80lbs and my dick did a twitch, trying to free itself from my pants. It took me both my hands and heaving back to lift the weight adequately, which sent my mind reeling. Ok so his dad brings weights up here for while he’s watching TV. If this is the lowest weight then it must be for the smallest muscles. Does he bicep curl these monsters?! I take my dick out of my pants and begin massaging it as I look at the den of someone who I figure must be from my imagination. I close my eyes a little as I slip into my own thoughts trying to visualize Mark’s dad. Picturing a masculine muscle guy like Mark and then morphing his muscles big enough to handle the weights around the house. *Boom* A loud noise came from the back door into the kitchen. I can hear heavy footsteps, and am not sure if it’s my roommate or not, but I know if anyone sees me like this I’m going to be in trouble. I shove my cock haphazardly into my pants and rush down the stairs as quietly as I can, though it didn’t end up being that quiet. I make it downstairs, winded. Looking down I noticed my cock is still half way down my left leg. I try to cover it up and make it disappear, but having a big cock also has some disadvantages. I hear the footsteps thumping again and it is making my heart race. My heart beating isn’t exactly helping the boner go down. God damnit. I listen now and think that the footsteps and creaking sound louder than when Mark left, making me think this must be the dad. My penis twitches, as if trying to find a way out so it can see for itself. I hear the footsteps approach the top of the stairs, and the stairs creaking heavy as he comes down them slowly. I go to hide in my room, too shy to be seen alone here with a huge boner, but too interested not to peek. One massive foot slams down into view, extending over the edge of the stairs. I can hear the stair creak as I watch even the shoe seem to cry out as weight is being transferred to that foot, the next foot comes down, this time I get to see the calf. The dad was clearly wearing shorts because his calf was exposed. Or he’s naked I think but shove the thought away, he’s wearing shoes after all. The man’s lower leg is thick and strong, and becomes so much bigger halfway up where his calf starts, exploding out in all directions. I can see the muscles bunch and work as weight moves to that leg instead. Two more steps and the bottom of his quads came into view, even his knees were thickly built, but it was still not enough to prepare me for how big his thighs would be. They came out hard at the knee, bulky and thickening as they travelled up his leg to what I was beginning to think of as the promised land. Unfortunately that’s where his shorts started and I couldn’t see the upper half of his thighs. I was so disappointed. I realised he was still coming down the stairs and turned away from the door. I was breathing heavy even just at what I had glimpsed. That was the biggest person I had ever seen in my life, bigger than any person I had seen in the gym. His size put him up there with the biggest that I had masturbated to online even, and he was real, just on the other side of the door. My cock was twitching into overdrive and I became scared I might cum right there. I had to turn around and take a break from watching him. Then I could finally hear him stepping down onto the landing and walking around a little. “Mark? Are you down here?” His voice was so deep, manly, almost like a growl. It had a little roughness to it, but otherwise it was a deep bass and strong. I almost moaned but I caught myself and covered my mouth. I prayed he wouldn’t come in here and see me like this. After a minute of walking around and moving some things around I can hear a grunt.I figured the dad must have started lifting some weights, and my curiosity got the better of my common sense. I slowly sneak over to the door and I turn to get a better look at what is happening inside the weight room. What I can see, I can barely believe. Right in the middle of the weight room stands the most massively muscled beast I have ever seen. My eyes didn’t know where to look at first, because all I saw were bulky muscles on top of more muscles. All of this was made even more clear because he was not wearing a shirt. The only clothing was the shorts that half covered his massive thighs. His back was so thick and wide, lats coming from so far out and curving down and in to a narrow waist. I was wondering why he didn’t fall over. My gaze fell lower, back to his quads. Holy shit. Those are fucking tree trunks. His thighs each were almost bigger than his waist. You could clearly see the outline of some really heavy Hamstrings, striations leading into his shorts. At the other end of where I knew those lines would lead were two globes that formed a large, hard as steel ass big enough the shorts looked like they were straining to hide it from my view. I followed the spine up his back, muscles exploding out to either side as they grabbed hold of the bones for support, but came out after for space to hold their mass. Huge traps popped out at the top of his back, and converged on the back of his head. If he had a neck, I couldn’t see it. To either side were two massive shoulders formed on that were almost the size of small watermelons and anchored two of the biggest, most ripped and vascular arms I have ever seen. He was doing curls, and swear I could see his arms swell up bigger with every rep. His triceps were so visible and thick, they were blocking my view of his biceps a little. Each curl was accompanied by soft moans and grunts that made my cock throb and twitch hard. Looking at that muscle beast was like seeing a living and breathing 3D anatomy chart, and I was studying it like I was about to take a final exam. After what seemed like an eternity, Dad put the weights down with a loud boom and went straight into a double biceps pose. FUUUUUCK. Those bicep peaks are almost higher than his head. He turned around slightly to find the best lighting to show off his huge guns, making the shadows between his biceps and triceps even darker and more pronounced. From where he was now I could see his face. He had a military cut head, cleanly buzzed that lead into a trimmed and well kept beard, thick but shorter. The square jawline was still visible and made his face look so much harder. Altogether, he was the picture of masculinity and handsomeness. He turned towards the mirror again and began shaking his quads. I could hear the muscles move on his leg left and right until he flexed them, at which point the thigh became a solid mass of crevices and peaks of strength. Fuck he’s so fucking massive. Is he even human? Big, thick muscular legs were always a huge turn on for me, and his were like something beyond what even I had dreamed were possible. He straightened up and stretched a little and my heart skipped a beat. He might be leaving the room, and there I was in the doorway, staring at him pose without making a sound or introducing myself. My heart almost stopped as I thought he caught me. Then I was shocked to see what happened next. Before my eyes I saw the dad lower his shorts and pull out a semi hard cock. It flopped big and heavy into his hand, almost as big as the silicone dick men online, but I’ve heard that doing that takes away the sensitivity, and judging by his face at his own touch that was not the case. He swirled it around once or twice with one hand, the other posing and cupping his own muscle until finally he was at full mast, magnificent and huge jutting from his body. Veins twisted around it more so than on his arms, which I hadn’t thought possible, leading to a mushroom head that looked so swollen at the tip of it all, adding an extra 2 inches to the length. His hands were clearly big but even still his dick was large in them. He brought down both hands on his dick and even then couldn’t cover the whole shaft. He begins jerking it off, and before I even realise mine is out of my pants and I’m doing the same. Eventually the dad returned to posing and jacking off, making the whole display hotter as I stroke my member, trying to savour what I saw without making noise. Eventually the beast reaches down and his hand goes to his asshole, putting one large finger in. I moan and my body buckles, ready for the next part, although everything shuts down when both our eyes open at the noise. Dad looks at me, dick in his hand, and steps back, falling over and hitting his head on a bench. OMG I don’t know which is worse, the first time he saw me I was jacking to him, or that now I hurt him. I tuck my dick away as best I can in a flash and rush over, nervous but also needing to check if hes ok. “Man I am so sorry. I shouldn’t have been doing that, you were just working out and-” I decide it might be better to stop talking about it and I help him up, biting my lip at the feel of his back muscles hard and flexed in my hand and the heaviness of his weight as I try to help him. “Fuck man where did you even come from?” He shakes his head. “You can’t just jack off to the sight of people man. Who are you even?” As I was about to say something we both hear footsteps coming down the stairs. “You down here Dad? Tommy?” We both look at each other and then at our hard dicks. I panic and grab a heavy dumbbell nearby, just lifting it enough to clear the Dad’s body and get it to the other side of him, taking my body with it. I land over his crotch with my own, both our dicks rubbing together as the weight thuds on the other side. “Shit man I’m so sorry.” I look over at the dad from where I am as Mark enters the gym room. “I thought I could handle the weight, I guess I was just cocky, and maybe wanted to try to show off, you were throwing these weights around like it was nothing. I should just go probably.” The dad looks down at me, confused but when his son enters the room and doesn’t notice their boners he clues into what I did. “Buddy listen, it’s fine I guess I can see where you are coming from, can’t say I might not have done the same in your position but man you gotta do things the right way. Talk to me and tell me where you are at, and we might be able to work something out, but promise me you will never try something like that again.” “I promise sir.” My god did he imply he might be gay? He may have been keeping up the act, but what if he meant it! Mark coughs a little form where he stands. “Were you going to get off him Tommy?” I look down at our crotches, neither of our dicks having gone down at all, especially with the added pressure of the other dicks against it. I reach the hand away from Mark down on the dad’s abs, as if for support then i fake a slip. My hand shoots down the dad’s shorts and I grab his dick, it’s so veiny and huge, and pulses at the new visitor but I try to keep my head. I quickly shove it around and behind one of his thighs. It offers some resistance but it’s long enough that I manage it quickly and recover my hand. I get up, facing directly away from Mark and tuck my dick into my waistband and over it with a thankfully loose shirt. I turn to Mark, seeing if my trick had worked. “Mark, your dad hit his back pretty hard off the bench just now. Do you have like some muscle relaxing gel or something?” Mark thinks deeply for a minute. He doesn’t seem to notice we are rock hard, that’s a good sign at least. After a moment the dad pipes up, “In the upstairs medicine cabinet. The boys right. Could you go grab it for me please Mark?” Mark nods and heads off up the stairs. “That was some quick thinking there Tommy. I’m Rent by the way.” He holds out his large hand and I shake it, enjoying how hard and calloused it is and how big it feels against mine. “You are the new roommate I hear so much about. Not much for first impressions are you?” I look terrified now that Mark is gone. I have returned back to this giant of a man, the man of my dreams and fantasies berating me because I couldn’t keep it in my pants. That is until he reaches down and grabs my dick with one hand, his own with the other, and begins jacking us both off. “What are you doing! I’m so sorry but I’m really confused now!” My mind is racing, the big man’s actions not matching his words. “Mark is going to be back down here any second and these beasts aren’t going to go soft in that time unless we cum. We were both at the edge anyways.” He picks up the speed he is going, ripped bulbous biceps lengthening and tightening with each motion. He plays with his chest a little and smiles as he looks over at me and shows off. That proved too much for me and I came on the floor in front of me. Now Rent began to focus more on himself. He spread his legs and began using his other hand on his dick as well. I could hear Mark upstairs and knew we didn’t have too much longer. I go over to Rent and put my fragile thin arm next to his. Mine looks like the bone that MIGHT be strong enough to support the sheer muscle Rent had. I put my leg against his for good measure and show him how big he is. “You’re so big, I can’t believe it. I can’t even compare, your arm could hold 5 of mine, legs too.” Rent grunts as his eyes roll back. Thick white goop shoots from the end of his cock against the wall and floor. I so want to enjoy the sight but I already messed up once today because of my lust and I was not about to do it again. I grab some nearby towels and make quick work wiping up our mess. As I pass I nudge Rent who is coming back to his senses. “Hunch over, you’re hurt remember?” Rent nods his head, traps stretching and then bunching at the movement and he bends over as if his back was weak. Seems more just like a realistic representation of how that big upper part would weigh down over that thin waist. Those abs are big, but it looks ridiculous to think they can hold up that giant piece of perfection. Mark comes back just as I drop the towels into the hamper, the hamper itself has a scent I recognise as a cum smell. Clearly this was common fair, except for the interruptions. The idea of him coming down regularly to work out and then worship his own muscles was so hot I felt my dick ask if it was time for round 2. I pushed the idea from my head and started to think of gross things that would keep me soft. Mark hands over the gel stuff to his dad and gets a thank you. Rent excuses himself to go apply it, saying he should cut his workout short due to his back. “Thanks for this Mark, and it was… interesting meeting you Tommy. Welcome to my home.” He smiles a little and leaves. “Do you want to work out then?” Mark asks. “Man I think after how badly I botched that I better call it too. I don’t feel hurt, but I don’t want to risk it” Mark wished me well and I went over to my room. I couldn’t believe what had just happened and my mind was exhausted. I crawled into my bed for a nap. I fell asleep with a boner at the thoughts of living with Rent, and also at the sounds of Mark working out in the other room.

This is my first ever written story published here. I have actually written one story before, but it was lost when my old laptop gave up. I've been hesitant to put anything here as I don't want my story telling getting too judged, but, this is an idea which is so hot to me, I just had to share. I hope you all enjoy, and any feedback is much appreciated, or feel free to drop me a message. “So, anything else that needs discussing before the next news meeting?” My editor asks. “Umm, well, is there anything I can be focussing on?” My voice slightly cracks, I’ve only been at the BBC offices for a few weeks but I’m trying to make myself come off as keen, but not too keen that everyone around me hates me and thinks I’m going to gun for their job. The World Service has been through some really, really tough months, job cuts, redundancies, people moving abroad to other networks, the BBC was not the place everyone wanted to work anymore, and certainly a young 25 year old upstart like me joining the most respected name in news worldwide might rub some up the wrong way. My game plan was simple, move in the right direction but slowly, and never appear too fast or eager. I genuinely wasn’t there to steal anyone’s job, certainly not deliberately. “Actually, there’s something we want you to do, wait behind.” The room vacated, everyone doing awkward British nods and smiles at each other as they left to complete their tasks. “We’re impressed, you’re progressing well,” she says, “so we’ve got a small interview we’d like you to do, but it is an important one, and it’s a foreign assignment so it’s a good first job.” “Oh wow, okay,” I pause, “go on.” “Prince Abdul Al-Aziz Al-Hamza is shortly to take over the small island nation of Thazzan,” she starts. “Isn’t that the country which has insanely high oil revenues but doesn’t really look after its people?” “Oh yes,” she says, “we’d like you to go there and interview him. His father’s in his dying days and he’s willing to give one radio interview, specifically radio, we don’t know why, to discuss what’s next for his country.” This was a perfect scoop, I mean, it was going to be boring as hell, but good. By boring as hell, I mean there would be no chance for real questions. Interviews with dictators and their sons always followed the same format and went on the same lines, how thrilled the people are to have them and how many changes they have planned for the country. No-one actually ever takes these kinds of things seriously. “I’m a bit concerned about LGBT rights,” I say, after a few moments of pondering. “They’re inviting you, it’s not going to be a problem, in fact I’ve already checked that,” she replies. “Wait you what?” I ask, rather startled. “You’re our only free reporter, so I was upfront about it,” she replies, calmly, I forget my editor has been doing this for years, “we used to check this kind of thing with reporters in other slightly homophobic countries nearby, it’s standard practice.” “How is that, remotely standard practice?” I ask, blood pressure raised. “Because then there’s a record that we checked that it was fine for you to go as a gay man, actually it protects you from being arrested for debauchery if they were to find out you were while you’re there.” “The last thing I’m going to do is hook up with some guy from a country where it’s so repressed and I can get thrown in jail for it,” I say, almost losing my temper, but, then remembering this is the person in charge of assignments, “but thank you for your concern,” I add, through slightly gritted teeth. “Can you leave this evening? It’s either this evening or an early morning flight I’m afraid. You can leave the office now. We’ve planned around 4 days for you there, there’s a visit to some oil refineries, some oil treatment works, some oil fields, and then the final day is the interview itself,” she says, “did you know the country’s economy is almost entirely dependent on oil?” She asks, with a wry smile. “I could have guessed.” I say. ******************************************** 24 hours later and I wake up my first day in Thazzan. The air conditioning perfect, the hotel nice, the BBC could never afford a really, really nice hotel, especially for an inexperienced reporter like me, but it was comfortable. Certainly more comfortable than most hotels around the M25, although that’s not saying much. My first visit to an oil field was boring, as I guessed all the visits would be. I ended up having a chat with the manager as we were wrapping up. Oil was booming, he was telling me, no he wasn’t concerned about the sudden drop in oil in the coming decades as the country was investing now, yes he was very confident in the new Prince. “He telephones in to our board meetings across the company,” he said, excitedly. “Oh so he is more hands on than most bosses?” I ask. “Oh, absolutely,” he says, “much better than in neighbouring countries. He always dials in and he’s very good at giving direction, after all, the country shares the oil wealth so we have to do it for the benefit of all.” He replies. It’s worth pointing out at this point that corruption indexes but Thazzan at one of the worst in the world for corruption, and the UN has repeatedly said that even though they have all this oil wealth, it is not trickling down to the people. Pleas have been made repeatedly to have the wealth shared more effectively, it’s all gone unheeded. I look up from his desk, sure enough, there was a smiling Prince Al-Hamza, probably embezzling huge amounts of this money for himself, not that the people would ever know. I hated myself for thinking this, in a country of such poor gay rights, but he was hot. The guy was hot. His Excellency, or whatever his formal title was, was hot. He had the kind of manicured facial hair and beautiful dark brown eyes that really turned me on to Arab men. Not one guy so far had really piqued my interest, but the Prince did. “Ah yes, it is his official portrait, we are all very pleased with him,” the manager grinned. I notice the date mark in the plaque next to his smiling image. “2008?” I ask. “Yes, why?” he asks. “That’s ten years ago.” “It is the most recent official portrait, he is twenty there, if something more recent comes, then we all have to change. We used to change them once every six months.” “Oh right, so does he look like that now? I mean, during your teleconferences?” “Oh no, you misunderstand, we never see him, he calls in on the phone.” This struck me as odd. I sat back in my chair and looked at the image of the attractive Prince in full Thazzan flowing white robes of national dress. It also made me wonder why the man had specifically asked for a radio interview with the World Service, any Prince on a good PR job would be after BBC World News on TV, not radio. TV had a better reach and could be used on YouTube, radio, not so much. “Have you ever seen him? Met him? He’s nice?” I ask, digging. “Nope, but he is a very kind man, he cares deeply about the people,” says the manager, “sometimes when oil revenues fall, he will call me personally and discuss.” “So he’s never visited your oil field?” “A Prince is far too busy for something like that, he has many diplomatic things to attend and people to look after, I would not expect him to come visit.” “But it’s your country’s main source of revenue?” I ask. “Of course!” He replies, he’s not going to comment further. I let his last two words hang in the air briefly, most interviewees will almost always talk more when you leave the room quiet, this man, not so. Perfectly trained in PR. The two officials standing near the exit to the office probably didn’t help either, while they were there ostensibly to help me around, they were almost certainly there to make sure all my visits were perfect. With that, I left the facility. ************************************** My final day had arrived, this afternoon I was told I had an hour with the Prince, to ask him what I wanted. He wouldn’t answer any question we hadn’t planned from the news team, but we could at least try. He would give highly scripted answers to complex questions and that would be done. I didn’t know why the BBC was going through with this total farce of an interview, but there we are. I was taken to the royal palace at 1pm. The huge, vast building opened up like an oasis in the desert as we drove nearer. An enormous monolith dedicated to housing the ruling family, it had hundreds of acres of perfectly manicured grounds and guards every few metres. I was shown into a big room, then another big room, and finally another big room. I was sat down at a table with a phone on it. “The Prince will talk shortly.” I was assured by a small man in perfectly fitted attire. I got ready to read through my notes for the upcoming questions, I got out my radio microphone, I worked out the best lines of attack. I thought I’d start out slow and ask about oil revenues, then start asking why the country was still not dealing with its poverty effectively. The phone rang. I looked around, but I was in this empty space alone. I gingerly picked up the receiver. “Hello?” I asked, my voice cracked slightly, I needed to drink more, the country was too hot. “Hello, I believe you have some questions for me,” came a slightly deep, immaculately accented English from the other end of the phone. My mouth went immediately dry. “Your Excellency! I didn’t realise we weren’t doing this in person?” “I am a very busy man. You must understand.” “I do, I do,” I say, biting my tongue, before realising I needed to state the obvious, “how am I supposed to do a radio interview over the phone?” “My people will record it,” he says, assuredly, here’s a man no-one has ever said no to. “I can’t do that,” I say, holding back a frog in my throat, “BBC guidelines, I have to record it myself.” “Why?” “You could tamper with the recording, it has happened.” A deep laugh came from the other end of the receiver. “Surely not?” he asks. “Yes.” I reply. “But you would know if it had been edited, you’ll have done the interview.” “Yes but that isn’t the point.” “Okay so what is your first question?” He asks, pointedly. “No, no, I’m really sorry, I have to insist, I have to interview you in person. There’s no point in me being sent all the way here in order to get audio from a telephone recording, I could do that in London.” “London is a beautiful city,” he said, randomly. “Yes,” I say, slightly caught off guard, “it is.” “I have many houses there, would you like to know how many?” “Yes, actually,” I say. “A few, Knightsbridge and Belgravia, all of my neighbouring royal families have houses in the same areas, you know, it’s a second home for us, so many of us in the Middle East are educated in London or around London, we like the UK.” Whilst this is interesting, I get what he’s trying to do. Distraction techniques don’t work with me. “I can’t do the interview like this. It has to be in person.” There’s a loud sigh let out on the other end. Then, some barking of Arabic at an assistant. “Wait,” he says. More Arabic is exchanged. A second voice enters his room and more Arabic is discussed. They have a slightly politer form of Arabic in Thazzan, clearly, more like Lebanese, softer, not the harsh guttural tones of Saudi Arabia. A new voice joins the line. “Hello, I am chief lawyer and legal officer here at the palace.” “Oh hello,” I say, just a trifle taken aback from this new development in proceedings. “It is highly against protocol to let people meet the Prince himself.” “I know, but it is also highly against protocol to even invite foreign journalists to talk to your officials, so this is a rather new day for you, isn’t it?” I say, smirking slightly at the way I am holding myself, surprising myself, really. A long sigh is let out. “We can let you see him,” he continues, “but you don’t have a camera, do you?” “Well I’ve got my phone.” “Surrender the phone, you need to hand us everything bar the microphone and any notes you may need.” “Okay.” “There’s also a contract you need to sign, what you in the west call a non-disclosure agreement, you do not discuss the Prince’s appearance with anyone, not even your colleagues or direct bosses.” “What?” “It is radio isn’t it?” “Yes.” “Then this is not a problem, the contract should be there now, it’s standard royal protocol to not discuss the Prince’s appearance.” “Why?” I struggled to hold back laughter, this was bizarre protocol. “I cannot comment, sign the form, you will see him.” “Thank you.” I say, to his rather curt previous remark. The perfectly dressed assistant who showed me to the table comes back in, this time a gold tray with a piece of paper is handed over, as well as a fountain pen. “Please sign,” he says, bowing. I read through it, it is literally nothing else other than that I must not discuss his appearance with anyone, no hidden clauses, nothing confusing, just that one stipulation. I shrug and sign, if this is going to give me the high quality audio interview we need, that’ll be it. “Please,” he gestures frantically, “leave this room, turn right, walk to the end of the corridor, it is the last door on the right.” I really didn’t need those instructions as a man had now come to stand next to me, and started walking very closely beside me. He was hot, too. I needed to focus. ******************************************************** The doors clicked open upon my approach, but no-one else was going into the room with me. They swung open and I walked in. The room was markedly cooler than the rest of the palace. To the left, at least twenty floor to ceiling windows looked over a perfectly manicured garden being tended to by a multitude of staff. I walked in, distracted by the windows and what they had to show. There didn’t appear to be anyone in the room, I meandered slowly towards the vast view of the courtyard, and the gardens beyond. “Hello?” I ask. My voice dying in the room as it bounced off the walls and marble floors. Nothing. “Hello?” I say, voice slightly raised. I hear footsteps and two men are now leaving the room behind me, the doors click shut. I frown. I hear heavy footsteps, ones more sounding like a rhino crossing the perfectly varnished, clean, white floor. I see a broad man approaching in a beautiful crisp, white national dress. I say broad, he’s across the room and I can see that he is built like a tank. He continues to walk heavily toward me, each step making a noticeable sound on the floor. This is a man who works out. I see it is the Prince, he has barely changed facially, but there are some noticeable changes. He extends an arm to shake my hand and smiles broadly, at which point I notice his neck is almost thicker than his head. Even under the free-flowing gowns of the Arabian Peninsula, it is obvious that this man works out, all the time. He places his large hand into mine and says the Arabic for welcome, I extend the same courtesy back. As he walks towards me, one leg is being placed purposefully in front of the other, clearly due to huge legs. The arms are stretching at his national dress, and it is by no means small. “It is nicer to see you in person,” he says, “my people were very talkative with your editor, I have heard much about you, you have been in the BBC long?” That perfectly accented English makes me weak at the knees, he has a perfectly manicured beard and immaculate teeth, the deep brown eyes make me melt and that thick neck makes me swoon, I wonder what he’s packing underneath the robes. “A couple of years,” I say, looking solidly at his neck. “You will see I am different to portraits, I am more of a man now,” he smiles. “I can see there have been some changes,” I reply. ***************************************** He turned his back to me, his huge, broad back stretching at the seams of the otherwise flowing robe. He walks off to a couple of extremely comfortable looking chairs at the other side of the room, still near the windows. I’m focusing on how heavy his footfall is with each step, his purposeful gait gives the air of someone who is used to dominating a room. He sits down, the chair creaks under his weight, I pretend not to notice. “I don’t have much time, I’m sure you’ll appreciate I am a busy man,” he says, straight away, rubbing his left hand with his right. “That’s fine, I want about half an hour with you, if that’s okay? Just to clear up all the questions the world media have.” “I completely understand, please, I will answer the best I can.” I look through my notes. “May we begin?” I ask. He nods and smiles. “Oil revenues are increasing, aren’t they, how do you use these to pay for the infrastructure of Thazzan?” “My kingdom is very fortunate to have been blessed with such resources to help us out. We have historically always struggled with our economy, imports and exports. It is just one huge export, but it helps out my country hugely, we are moving into the 21st century.” “Do you think the country could be doing any better?” I ask, trying to look at his arm slyly while he rubs his mouth with his right hand in thinking. “I think we have historically had problems with corruption, from previous administrations before my branch of the family came to power, we had big problems.” “What do you say to people who say that the country still has too many problems, too much poverty, for one which last year was estimated to make a few billion dollars a day in selling oil?” He shifts in his chair, it creaks again, he pushes his head back, his neck looks as though he just flexed it, is he trying to intimidate me? “Of course there will always be these problems, but in a Muslim society, we do the best we can to help those in need, I hope that these problems will continue to be eradicated, any poverty is too much poverty.” He shifts in his chair again, he looks uncomfortable. I think he doesn’t like asking questions from a media which actually searches. This is not the fawning state media he’ll be used to. “What are you doing to promote tourism? I understand you are bidding for worldwide sporting events?” He looks relieved at this question. “We are bidding for the World Cup, and for more sports to take place here, we need to boost our economy further with tourism and to show the correct Arab culture around the world, you know, Arabs are seen as so hospitable, yet everyone just associates us with terror attacks, it is awful.” The chair lets out a larger creak as he shifts again, he takes a deep breath. “In terms of your tourism economy, what -“ “Stop,” he interrupts. I momentarily pause, still looking at my notes, rather taken aback by his interjection. He reaches forward and rips the batteries out of my recorder, his huge arms at work under that national dress make me do a double take. “I am sorry, I am not feeling well, I had a brief illness last week, and I thought I would be okay, but I just need to get some water. This is off the record, illness is something my people would not associate with me.” I’m rather taken aback by the admission here, but pause. It’s highly unusual, but if he wasn’t feeling that well at the beginning of the interview then why did he proceed anyway? I ask him this. “I thought I’d be okay, but…” he lets out a long sigh, I notice the chair is creaking again, surely he can afford better chairs, “pass me some water.” He gestures at an ornate table, about five metres away, it has two huge pitchers of water on it and seven glasses. I walk over and pour some out. Hopefully we can bond over me helping him. I have my back turned to him and I hear another creak, he lets out a low groan. He isn’t going to be unwell is he? I can’t be accused of trying to poison him, can I? Is this a trap? I suddenly realise this man knows I’m gay in a highly homophobic country, is asking me to pour him water and hand him it, he could accuse me of all kinds of things, there are literally no staff in here. I don’t carry poison, but what can they accuse me of? I turn back around to face him, he’s sweating. “Are you okay? Should I get staff?” “No, honestly,” he lets out a huge burp, covering his mouth, swearing under his breath in Arabic, “I need some water.” He shifts back in his chair, then more upright, both times the chair makes the loudest squeaks and creaks yet. I rush back with two glasses of water. He has some beads of sweat forming on his forehead. This has to be real, he can’t be faking it at this point. He gulps down both glasses. His face is red, sweaty. “Can you stay longer? We may have to reschedule, I think,” he says. “Yes of course I can, what -“ I’m interrupted by the sound of ripping fabric. His eyes let out a look of panic, briefly, locking straight on to mine. I have no idea what to say, the pause hangs there immediately after the ripping. He continues to stare at me, rabbit in the headlights, as I notice the seams on his shoulders are giving way, the previous flowing robe now bursting at the seams. We both continue to stare at each other. In the corner of my eye I can see the seams getting wider on his shoulders. “Are you -“ I’m speechless beyond that, I don’t know what to say. I’m standing in front of him in the chair, staring. He continues to stare at me, almost completely vacantly at this point, but still panic-stricken. There’s no more words to be formed, I fantasise about this kind of thing all the time, every day, but is it actually happening? Had I finally gained the ability I had always wanted to have? This is the kind of thing I read about on muscle fantasy forums every night, night after night, after work, one handed typing, as I read hot stories of men growing. But this guy is doing it actually in front of me. This isn’t a wet dream. He lets out a deep breath and burps again, says something else under his breath in Arabic. I, automatically, in my British sentiment, excuse him. He thanks me under his breath. The pregnant pause continues, it’s unbearable, I want to watch him grow but I can’t believe it’s happening. There’s no batteries in my microphone, I can’t take notes. I just continue to look at his face. He continues to take in great gulps of air, a bead of sweat forming at the end of his nose and another trickling down the left side of his face. Finally, both stretches of fabric covering his shoulders give way and tear. At this point I sit down, my burgeoning erection had been going since I realised that this was happening, and that he wasn’t actually unwell. He smirks, gently. “You like this, don’t you?” He says, absent-mindedly rubbing his exposed left shoulder with his right hand. I can’t reply. I am staring. My boxers are wet. “Being trapped in such a small, island nation with only a few hundred thousand people and such bad gay rights, I was thrilled to find out a gay reporter was coming.” My mouth is dry. The chair creaks again, he didn’t shift in it this time. “Imagine how surprised I was to find that the security detail provided to you by my security services included that you were a member of the muscle growth forum?” Rumbled. I feel the colour drain from my face. I really want a glass of water now. “When we got into your account, had a look through, you’ve always dreamed of being the guy who encourages, stays the same while his partner gets bigger,” he continues. “I have to say, when I was handed the report by my special security services, and I came across that section in the online activity chapter, I knew I had found the man for me,” he groans under his breath and throws his head back, closing his eyes while something else rips elsewhere. My mouth is as dry as the desert outside. I struggle to prevent my hands shaking wildly. “I bet you want to know why poverty is so bad in my country, why healthcare is so bad,” he says, opening his eyes, staring at me again, those deep, beautiful eyes. I nod, mouth open, catching flies. “I have always wanted this,” he says, grunting a bit at the ‘this’, “ever since I was a child, I wanted to be bigger and better than everyone, I went to school at a private institution in England, I could never become the rugby player I wanted to be. “I have always felt like the only one in the world, who wanted this, like you do, but for me. But then I realised, I’m coming to power, let’s spend my family wealth on the one thing I want, I can be in charge of the government, let’s change government research and development from medical research to muscle.” The chair underneath him lets out two staccatos of creaking. He groans a bit. “My family makes billions per day, of course I use it for the people, and some offshore, but at least one billion of that goes into this.” He stands up, the robe falls to the floor, I involuntarily make a sound like the slut for muscle I’ve always known I have been. “You are literally looking at the only guy in the world who can grow, and grow on command. I have pills, I popped some before you came in, I take them when I want, they’re not perfect, I rarely go out in public, sometimes the growth takes over, so I rule from my palaces.” I look at the striations of muscle across his body, the tensing and flexing, the beads of sweat dripping down his hairy chest and arms, the only clothing he still has on are his undergarments, sandals and his headwear. He reaches out a hand to me, and pulls me out of the chair, I’m weak at the knees. His hands lead me to put my left hand on his chest, my right on his left arm, he tenses both areas. I feel a wet patch forming. “No-one is allowed to touch me except family, that’s a sackable offence in royal palaces,” he continues, “but you, you have always wanted this, you don’t want to admit it but a multi-billionaire prince who can also grow must also be something you want.” He flexes his left arm, I realise my voice box is involuntarily engaged as I let out a huge, sudden breath, I feel my body tense all over. I came. He looks at my now sticky trousers. “Well, well, well, your profile was not fake.” “I’m so sorry,” I say, shakily, sweating, barely able to get a word out, voice cracking. “Why are you apologising?” I stare, dumbly, I can’t take the situation in. “When you came in I was around 270lbs, I’m around 6’3, at this point I’m usually 100lbs more than that, there’s more to go, yet.” This makes me acknowledge the current situation and regain some ground. “How big do you,” I say, I pause to run my tongue round my mouth, “how big do you go?” “Well I only took a couple, so, erm, 200lbs more? I’ll end up somewhere around 500, it’s not an exact science.” My dick is hard again. Throughout all of this, I have noticed how huge his penis is, but there’s been so much else to take in. “And you’re hard again! Oh this will be fun,” he playfully states. He lowers his under robe, a huge, footlong, and thick as a wrist dick springs out, balls the size of small lemons. “You may touch elsewhere, I have no intention of firing you,” he flashes a shark-like grin. ********************************** I gingerly touch his huge, throbbing cock with my hands, left hand towards the hilt, right hand towards the head. I push the skin back towards the hilt and forth towards me, I start gently jacking him. “I love that you’re into this,” he grunts, “I usually have to get prostitutes, no-one likes a man to be this size.” I try and steady my breath, I want to have a calm conversation and not get too ahead of myself. “This is something I’ve noticed, there’s some sizes that most people just think are too much -“ I start to say. “As if there’s a too much,” he says, before groaning again under his breath. “I couldn’t agree with you more,” I say. I grip his huge dick slightly more with my right hand, keeping the rhythm going, while playing with his enormous balls. “Once I finish I usually start shrinking a bit back to my normal size,” he says, “sometimes it takes a few extra hours to reduce down.” “Your normal size is something I was impressed by,” I reply. “Oh believe me, it can go so much more than that,” he says, smirking, “actually, I’m taking the stuff so often it seems to have a residual effect, my smaller sizes are much larger than they used to be.” He flexes his hairy pecs, I moan and bury my face in them. He lets out a moan of approval. As I rub the left side of my face into his pecs, he raises his left arm and shows me its progress. I groan involuntarily, lean over and start kissing the huge growing bicep and tree trunk arm. He’s even thicker and bigger than he was before. “I like food too much to be a ripped god, but I guess from your messages on your muscle growth profile you like men beefier anyway,” he says, his voice has now definitely dropped an octave. “Size and mass are my thing,” I say, leaning over to kiss his now much enlarged arms. “You’re perfect,” he says. I hear a low rumble come out of his chest as his body expands further. “I must be getting close to the 400lb mark,” he adds. I step back, my hand still working his huge, perfectly cut and girthy footlong. He has expanded. He’s now starting to seriously take up my view of the room behind him, even when I step back. “Oh my god,” i whimper, under my breath. “So you’re enjoying this?” He flashes me a grin with those beautiful, perfect teeth. His eyes catch the light streaming in through the windows. The dark brown gets turned to a slightly reflective brown in the sun. He’s perfect. He lets out a low moan as I run my tongue along my lips. His huge arms envelope my back and he holds me tight to his huge chest. My face is buried in between the crevice of his impossible pecs. His slabs of abs, not super defined, but there, press into my stomach beneath my shirt. He squeezes me harder and I let out an involuntary whine. He gets his big hands under my armpits and lifts me just above the ground so we are eye to eye. “I told you I get bigger,” he says, his eyes looking at his enormous biceps. I can see them actually swelling, now that he’s holding me. Every pump of his heart is leading the muscles to engorge slightly more. In this position, hovering just a foot above the ground, his huge body visibly expanding in front of me, I feel something I didn’t want to feel again this quickly. My dick starts tensing incredibly hard, and before I know it, my cream trousers are once again coated on the inside. He looks at me closely as I groan under my breath. Then he realises. “Again?” He says, his voice even deeper than before. Those perfect teeth make another appearance in between smiling lips. My face flushes and I nod. He puts me down and starts unbuttoning my shirt and undoes my belt as I take off my clothes hurriedly. He gets to my boxers and runs his fingers along the huge wet patch. I’ve always been proud of how much I can cum. He rubs his fingers into it, and takes them to his mouth, and licks gingerly. “You taste good, actually,” he says, hesitantly. I hear him groan slightly under his breath. The traps and his neck now have no definite start or end point. He reaches out his hands and forces off my shoes, boxers and socks. I stand naked, in front of the Prince of Thazzan, he at around 450lbs I must guess by now, just his undergarments on, torn clothes on the floor, sandals and head garment still on. He holds me close to him again, my back clicks slightly as he squeezes me, I whine again. He kicks off his sandals and pushes me to my knees. He bends his huge body down slightly to lower the undergarment to his ankles and slaps his heavy dick across my face. His hands connected to his huge swelling arms wrap around the back of my head and force the dick between my lips. He gets two thirds in and I gag. My jaw is fully relaxed as it’s the only way to ensure I don’t bite any part of it. He pulls my head back and then fully back into his dick. It gets around 9” in. I gag again. I look up at him, eyes watering, his eyes and eyebrows just visible beyond his pec shelf and huge stomach. “I’m going to have to train you,” he growls. I feel my dick start to helplessly tense again. It’s looking up at his huge body that’s doing it. I beg internally for it not to happen as his huge dick tries to explore my mouth further and work further down my throat. I try and pull my head back but it’s useless to try something like that when there’s a 480lbs muscle guy restraining you. I close my eyes as they water, tears streaming down my face as I let out a moan on his dick and I shoot across the marble. I open my eyes and look up at him through the tears, dick still firmly lodged down my throat, my breathing partially constricted on it. He smirks, “you’re passing all my tests.” He grabs me under the armpits again and lifts me up, puts me down on the ground and my feet land in my own sticky mess. Great. He takes two steps back and I can feel every bit through the marble. “It’s solid foundations beneath this, you know,” he boasts, “that’s how heavy I am.” He gets on to the floor, when his hands touch the floor I feel reverberations too. “Pass me a pillow,” he says, I dumbly oblige, standing in my own cum. “Lie down, head on the pillow,” he growls. I get on my front on the cool marble floor as he stands up. Bones and joints click in his body. “On your back. I want to see you when I do this.” I dread what’s coming. He’s a monster. I knew this was going to happen but I’m still not prepared for it in the slightest. He lifts me legs with such effort as he gets on his knees, and the floor shakes, that I feel my ass and body being lifted up, up to my neck. “Oops,” he grunts, “you weigh nothing now.” He sits my feet on his shoulders and look up. I’ve never been more turned on. If I tilt my head left or right he still dominates my view. I feel the pain as my hole is stretched beyond belief. His now 500lb body lowering into me. Every inch feels like six with the added girth and pain. I am paralytic from pain and can’t even scream. My mouth is open but no sound comes out. He lowers his head right up to mine, forcing my legs back into a position I didn’t think possible, but his weight made inevitable. He kisses me on the lips, before moving his mouth to my ear. “This is my biggest, do you like?” he rumbles. He raises himself back up as his dick starts working in and out of my hole. I just want it to be over. He can train me, but the pain is too much. It would take years to adjust to a dick like this. I finally find my breath and let out a yelp of pain. He puts his right hand beside my head, I feel the ground shake, and his left hand covers my mouth entirely. “Shhhh,” he says, “I thought you liked guys my size,” he smiles. He removes his left hand from my mouth and flexes his left arm in front of me. My hands reach out for his arm like a thirsty person reaching for water and I realise both of my hands have no chance of ever being able to reach around his huge tree trunk arms. One hand barely covers a quarter of the circumference. “Do you like guys my size?” He asks, flexing his hulk-like left arm as I reach at it like a pathetic kitten. “Yes,” I moan, in between trying to breathe when not all of the 12 inches are inside. “This is two pills,” he gives me a wide grin, “I’ve got an unlimited supply,” he continues. I moan in approval, my hands now roaming over his impossibly huge, hairy chest and body. “I can grow like this any time I want,” he continues, as I continue to feel his burgeoning form, “any time,” he repeats. His thrusts get stronger, heavier, I feel his dick tensing inside my hole. “If it were up to me I’d be big like this all the time,” he says, I feel my dick starting to tense again involuntarily, I know what’s coming. “I want to be bigger than this, and I can get bigger than this any time I want, I only want to be this kind of size, only you understand,” he lets out a load groan and I feel what’s coming. His dick is pulsing hard deep inside my gut. “I have no limit!” I yell. I feel my hole suddenly flooded with sperm, his orgasms seem to actually be getting stronger. He lets out a deep, masculine roar as he collapses onto me, my legs flexed fully back beside my head. My dick tenses again and pumps out what it can from the very active half an hour it’s had. His orgasms seem to subside slightly before he groans into the pillow again, his full 500lbs of weight is seriously restricting my breathing and I start to panic slightly. I feel his huge strong dick continue to pump and tense inside me before he lets out a slightly higher pitched grunt and he feels less heavy on me. We lie there, breathing heavily.

MUSCLE DADDY a romantic muscle growth story co-written by @Astromuscle, @canon & @raphi0508, with the inspiration of @Marquis Chapter 1 - The Introduction Whew, finally I am back I thought when I set my bag down on my dorm bed. Too bad that my old roommate got suspended cause it got out he was taking steroids. As I unpacked my belongings, before I had to attend my first class this afternoon, I thought back and remembered how cool it was to live with my old roommate. He was 5ft11 and weighed 200lbs at the beginning of college, though he told me secretly he wanted to grow with the help of steroids and that he had a good source. True to his word he did grow. At the beginning he had the body of a typical high school football jock. Nice bulging 17’’ arms, wide shoulders, pretty solid and ripped legs and a nice bubble butt. And best of all was his big bulge. In those three years everything changed for me. He grew 40lbs of pure muscles in just one year. After three years, he weighed an astounding 270lbs and had developed the body of an Olympia-level bodybuilder. Watching him grow, arms getting bigger and more defined, chest getting puffier. I was horny a lot, and I often jacked off just thinking of him. He was also the reason I discovered I was gay. He became very confident in his body, needless to say. He began strolling around naked in our room, and I got many mental images to help me jack off to. Pumped muscle, huge roid gut, and thankfully the roids didn’t seem to affect his junk, hanging large from his body. The problem with him was that he was as straight as an arrow. Nearly every week he had another girl with him in bed, and word was afterwards every girl couldn’t help but talk about his huge cock. I couldn’t blame them he was huge, at least 10’’ from what I could tell from him strolling around our room, not concerned that I was staring wide eyed., I wish I had gotten the chance to feel the large cock, make it inflate, and cup those large balls in my hand. Maybe the college found out about his steroid abuse because it got to be too obvious. As he left we promised each other we would stay in contact, but life came in my way and I had to earn money during summer. Now the new and hopefully last college year has started, but I am sure I will find some time to meet him again soon. I wonder if he continued to grow in the meantime. I drifted away from the things I had to do and got a boner. I hope that I will have enough time before my new roommate arrives, to get off, because hiding my 8.5’’ boner is not easy. Maybe my new roommate is a small dweeb, then my hard on would probably go down fast enough he wouldn’t see it. Suddenly some knocks on the door made me jump up surprised. Even more so I was shocked as my new roommate walked in. Fortuna was generous with me, because he was the most massive guy I had ever seen. He had to turn sideways to get through the doorway. In front of me stood the most impressive and beautiful man I saw in my life until now. The large man squared himself to me after having entered, effectively cutting off my view of the door. Each arm was carrying suitcases that were making his forearms bulge, each muscle standing out, held in place by a net of veins crossing each other and drawing my eyes up his arms, huge biceps and triceps thickened around his arm, a muscle hoody hid the rest of the body a little although i could see some big pecs heaving out from his chest, the hoodie draping over it, hiding whether he had abs, or a gut. My penis twitched at the thought of ripping off the shirt to find out. After a second sizing me up he dropped his bags with a loud thud and reached out his hand. “Hi, I am Mark. I’m guessing we will be roommates this year. Nice to meet you”. I reached out and we shook hands. Damn he has such a strong grip. His hand was larger than mine, thick muscular fingers didn’t give at all to my pressure, and I could feel weight lifting calluses. I was sure we could become good friends. He let go of my hands and bent over to pick up his bags. My penis jumped again. His back is so wide and that ass looks so hard, where do I stare...I quickly shoved my hand into my pants to shove my penis to somewhere less conspicuous while he had his back turned. I had to move to let him by as he passed I noticed my eyes barely met the top of his shoulders, seeing his large delts pulling the fabric of his hoodie forward and back as he carried the heavy bags. After we both had finally unpacked we sat down and started to talk. Mark told me that he is here because he got a Football scholarship, but he also told me that he really wanted to do bodybuilding instead, like his dad does. He enthusiastically described how big his dad was and how small he was compared to him. He also mentioned that he got the good genes of his dad, and expects to start growing bigger soon. The muscle talk made me pretty horny again, I was very thankful that I was sitting down. During our talk we both found out that we have most of our classes together, even the first one of the new year. We continued talking for a while, until we had a sudden shock because we had nearly missed our first class While I was getting ready Mark suddenly dropped his jogging pants to change into jeans. If I thought my old room mate was big, then Mark was a freak. His quads, calves and bulge were huge. I couldn’t stop my jaw from dropping. Mark had been in a rush, but noticed me sitting in awe. He smile confidently at me, turning to give me a better view., “Pretty impressive, huh? You can thank my dad’s good genes for this thing too, though he is much bigger.” Then he gave me a wink, causing me to blush. I used far more willpower than it should have taken to close my mouth. Once he stopped teasing me and got ready, we both left for class. During the year, we got even more connected. We got to be pretty close friends. Unfortunately for me again, he was also straight. I tried not to let on that I was gay, hoping it would make him more comfortable. If he knows I’m gay he might not take off his pants in front of me anymore either, which would be a tragedy. We both started to workout together after Mark mentioned he really needed a spotter at the gym, and so our friendship got closer because of it. I was unsure how good of a spotter I was being, but Mark didn’t seem to mind, and he spotted me in turn. Luckily I was also benefiting from the workouts growing more athletic myself and began sporting some good pecs and my arms were gaining some definition. Throughout the year I also got to see more of Mark. When he had arrived I had only seen those heavy arms of his, and later his privates. In retrospect I had wished I could have noticed his legs at the time, but I had been hyper focused on his manhood. As it turned out I didn’t need to worry, since much like my last roommate, Mark had no boundaries. I got many opportunities to appreciate Mark’s entire body as he would stroll around naked in our room. Is this a jock thing? I don’t walk around in the nude. Maybe I would if I looked like that I guess. His wide back held his arms out away from his body a little, a nice V-taper going down to his ass. I also discovered he did indeed have a flat stomach, abs like bricks holding up the large chest and shoulders with a solid foundation. His ass was muscular and even at rest you could see the muscles through any slight amount of fat he may have housed there. Large, powerful quads came out of his tight waist, bounding up and coming in tight to his knees. Diamond calves pressed hard against his skin behind his shins, more veins becoming apparent as if the skin needed help to contain the muscle. If I thought Mark had even one atom of gay in him I would worship those muscles in every way my brain could come up with, but sadly I had to settle for keeping some tissues near my bed for when he walked into the bathroom for a shower. During our workouts Mark could not stop talking about his dad, and the more often we worked out the more he told me about how big his dad was and how much bigger he wanted to grow. Mark said one day he hoped to get bigger than his dad, but he told me he wasn’t sure if he ever could. This was one of the only times Mark seemed insecure about anything, and I comforted him telling him one day he would surely outgrow his old man. Despite my word the more he talked about his dad, the more curious I got and the more I wanted to meet the man who could supposedly dwarf the muscle man in front of me. Was it really possible that his dad was that much bigger than Mark? Mark was already an alpha jock. Thinking about his dad being even bigger made my cock grow bigger in my pants every time. Luckily I wore tight spandex under my workout clothes at the gym, where Mark gushed the most about his dad the most. It kept my cock and balls in place. Thank god. As the end of the semester came around, Mark suddenly asked me if I would want to join him during spring break. We could continue working together at his house, in his dad’s home gym. I quickly agreed, mind taken up by the idea that I could finally meet his huge dad. “I would love to join you. You need a spotter after all I guess.” He smiled at me and I blushed. God does he realize that I’m gay? Chapter 2 - The Visit As I got there, Mark showed me around his house: his and his dad’s bedroom, the bathrooms, a jacuzzi, an office room and a big living room. The kitchen was also very roomy and there was enough food in it to feed an army. After the first pass through the house he opened a new door and told me to follow him downstairs to a private room. What hit me first was a very manly smell that caused me to get hard instantly. I was really surprised to not only find another bedroom but also a fully equipped gym with a huge mirror wall, a small juice booth with a lot of supplements and a big sofa in the corner of the room. Looking around I noticed that the bench and the squat rack were loaded and the bar was slightly bent from the heavy weights. I asked him if all the heavy weights and protein powder were his. He just smiled knowingly and said that he usually works out at the college or the nearby gym and not here. Everything I saw here was his dads’. I just looked at him in shock with my mouth open again. Suddenly after checking his phone he tells me that one of his friends had an emergency and needs a lift somewhere and asks if I would want to come, or if I'd prefer to stay and try to get settled. I told him that I would stay here and get comfortable, and I went over to the other room in the basement, which was supposedly my room. As I set down my bags and made my bed I hear Mark head out the door. Now that I am alone I walked around the gym, imagining how big his dad must be, using the ridiculously heavy weights I can see in the room. I start getting a boner as I see some used briefs and a torn tank top on the floor. My eyes almost pop out of their sockets when I see the shirt is a 3XL. It couldn’t be Mark’s, big as he was it would drape over him like a canopy. I step closer, picking it up and smelling the fabric. It has such a sweaty, manly smell and my penis gets hard at the combined scent and thought of what someone who wears that must look like, not to mention rip it. My cock keeps growing down my left leg, pinned inside my pants. I may not be big in other areas, but having a large cock was definitely something I reveled in. It would always makes me feel very proud of myself, especially recently in the gym locker room. I eventually decide I want to take a tour upstairs again, going up and finding the main laundry. My mind is racing about this legendary dad who must be a true beast, and now my eyes pick up on things I hadn’t done before. One whole cupboard was filled with every supplement I had heard of, and some that I didn’t even recognize. One even looked foreign. As I keep looking I went to the fridge. I had noted earlier that it was full, but looking closer I now saw that while there were some fresh produce, I saw a lot of meats of different varieties, as well as cottage cheese, greek yogurt. The cupboards had tuna and flaked chicken, lentils, beans and rice. I was never a bodybuilder myself but I did know enough out of sheer lust for them to know exactly what most of this stuff was. My god this is all protein, and high carb foods. Building blocks of muscle. Next I moved on to the living room. One large couch sat across from a very large TV. The couch itself looked very well used. It was odd, since it didn't look old per say but the middle cushion sagged down and looked about as flat as a pancake. A couple shaker cups littered the table, all empty and some of the dumbbells from downstairs were also up here. The lowest weight I saw was 80lbs and my dick did a twitch, trying to free itself from my pants. It took me both my hands and heaving back to lift the weight adequately, which sent my mind reeling. Ok so his dad brings weights up here for while he’s watching TV. If this is the lowest weight then it must be for the smallest muscles. Does he bicep curl these monsters?! I take my dick out of my pants and begin massaging it as I look at the den of someone who I figure must be from my imagination. I close my eyes a little as I slip into my own thoughts trying to visualize Mark’s dad. Picturing a masculine muscle guy like Mark and then morphing his muscles big enough to handle the weights around the house. *Boom* A loud noise came from the back door into the kitchen. I can hear heavy footsteps, and am not sure if it’s my roommate or not, but I know if anyone sees me like this I’m going to be in trouble. I shove my cock haphazardly into my pants and rush down the stairs as quietly as I can, though it didn’t end up being that quiet. I make it downstairs, winded. Looking down I noticed my cock is still half way down my left leg. I try to cover it up and make it disappear, but having a big cock also has some disadvantages. I hear the footsteps thumping again and it is making my heart race. My heart beating isn’t exactly helping the boner go down. God damnit. I listen now and think that the footsteps and creaking sound louder than when Mark left, making me think this must be the dad. My penis twitches, as if trying to find a way out so it can see for itself. I hear the footsteps approach the top of the stairs, and the stairs creaking heavy as he comes down them slowly. I go to hide in my room, too shy to be seen alone here with a huge boner, but too interested not to peek. One massive foot slams down into view, extending over the edge of the stairs. I can hear the stair creak as I watch even the shoe seem to cry out as weight is being transferred to that foot, the next foot comes down, this time I get to see the calf. The dad was clearly wearing shorts because his calf was exposed. Or he’s naked I think but shove the thought away, he’s wearing shoes after all. The man’s lower leg is thick and strong, and becomes so much bigger halfway up where his calf starts, exploding out in all directions. I can see the muscles bunch and work as weight moves to that leg instead. Two more steps and the bottom of his quads came into view, even his knees were thickly built, but it was still not enough to prepare me for how big his thighs would be. They came out hard at the knee, bulky and thickening as they traveled up his leg to what I was beginning to think of as the promised land. Unfortunately that’s where his shorts started and I couldn’t see the upper half of his thighs. I was so disappointed. I realized he was still coming down the stairs and turned away from the door. I was breathing heavy even just at what I had glimpsed. That was the biggest person I had ever seen in my life, bigger than any person I had seen in the gym. His size put him up there with the biggest that I had masturbated to online even, and he was real, just on the other side of the door. My cock was twitching into overdrive and I became scared I might cum right there. I had to turn around and take a break from watching him. Then I could finally hear him stepping down onto the landing and walking around a little. “Mark? Are you down here?” His voice was so deep, manly, almost like a growl. It had a little roughness to it, but otherwise it was a deep bass and strong. I almost moaned but I caught myself and covered my mouth. I prayed he wouldn’t come in here and see me like this. After a minute of walking around and moving some things around I can hear a grunt.I figured the dad must have started lifting some weights, and my curiosity got the better of my common sense. I slowly sneak over to the door and I turn to get a better look at what is happening inside the weight room. What I can see, I can barely believe. Right in the middle of the weight room stands the most massively muscled beast I have ever seen. My eyes didn’t know where to look at first, because all I saw were bulky muscles on top of more muscles. All of this was made even more clear because he was not wearing a shirt. The only clothing was the shorts that half covered his massive thighs. His back was so thick and wide, lats coming from so far out and curving down and in to a narrow waist. I was wondering why he didn’t fall over. My gaze fell lower, back to his quads. Holy shit. Those are fucking tree trunks. His thighs each were almost bigger than his waist. You could clearly see the outline of some really heavy Hamstrings, striations leading into his shorts. At the other end of where I knew those lines would lead were two globes that formed a large, hard as steel ass big enough the shorts looked like they were straining to hide it from my view. I followed the spine up his back, muscles exploding out to either side as they grabbed hold of the bones for support, but came out after for space to hold their mass. Huge traps popped out at the top of his back, and converged on the back of his head. If he had a neck, I couldn’t see it. To either side were two massive shoulders formed on that were almost the size of small watermelons and anchored two of the biggest, most ripped and vascular arms I have ever seen. He was doing curls, and swear I could see his arms swell up bigger with every rep. His triceps were so visible and thick, they were blocking my view of his biceps a little. Each curl was accompanied by soft moans and grunts that made my cock throb and twitch hard. Looking at that muscle beast was like seeing a living and breathing 3D anatomy chart, and I was studying it like I was about to take a final exam. After what seemed like an eternity, Dad put the weights down with a loud boom and went straight into a double biceps pose. FUUUUUCK. Those bicep peaks are almost higher than his head. He turned around slightly to find the best lighting to show off his huge guns, making the shadows between his biceps and triceps even darker and more pronounced. From where he was now I could see his face. He had a military cut head, cleanly buzzed that lead into a trimmed and well kept beard, thick but shorter. The square jawline was still visible and made his face look so much harder. Altogether, he was the picture of masculinity and handsomeness. He turned towards the mirror again and began shaking his quads. I could hear the muscles move on his leg left and right until he flexed them, at which point the thigh became a solid mass of crevices and peaks of strength. Fuck he’s so fucking massive. Is he even human? Big, thick muscular legs were always a huge turn on for me, and his were like something beyond what even I had dreamed were possible. He straightened up and stretched a little and my heart skipped a beat. He might be leaving the room, and there I was in the doorway, staring at him pose without making a sound or introducing myself. My heart almost stopped as I thought he caught me. Then I was shocked to see what happened next. Before my eyes I saw the dad lower his shorts and pull out a semi hard cock. It flopped big and heavy into his hand, almost as big as the silicone dick men online, but I’ve heard that doing that takes away the sensitivity, and judging by his face at his own touch that was not the case. He swirled it around once or twice with one hand, the other posing and cupping his own muscle until finally he was at full mast, magnificent and huge jutting from his body. Veins twisted around it more so than on his arms, which I hadn’t thought possible, leading to a mushroom head that looked so swollen at the tip of it all, adding an extra 2 inches to the length. His hands were clearly big but even still his dick was large in them. He brought down both hands on his dick and even then couldn’t cover the whole shaft. He begins jerking it off, and before I even realise mine is out of my pants and I’m doing the same. Eventually the dad returned to posing and jacking off, making the whole display hotter as I stroke my member, trying to savour what I saw without making noise. Eventually the beast reaches down and his hand goes to his asshole, putting one large finger in. I moan and my body buckles, ready for the next part, although everything shuts down when both our eyes open at the noise. Dad looks at me, dick in his hand, and steps back, falling over and hitting his head on a bench. OMG I don’t know which is worse, the first time he saw me I was jacking to him, or that now I hurt him. I tuck my dick away as best I can in a flash and rush over, nervous but also needing to check if he's ok. “Man I am so sorry. I shouldn’t have been doing that, you were just working out and-” I decide it might be better to stop talking about it and I help him up, biting my lip at the feel of his back muscles hard and flexed in my hand and the heaviness of his weight as I try to help him. “Fuck man where did you even come from?” He shakes his head. “You can’t just jack off to the sight of people man. Who are you even?” As I was about to say something we both hear footsteps coming down the stairs. “You down here Dad? Tommy?” We both look at each other and then at our hard dicks. I panic and grab a heavy dumbbell nearby, just lifting it enough to clear the Dad’s body and get it to the other side of him, taking my body with it. I land over his crotch with my own, both our dicks rubbing together as the weight thuds on the other side. “Shit man I’m so sorry.” I look over at the dad from where I am as Mark enters the gym room. “I thought I could handle the weight, I guess I was just cocky, and maybe wanted to try to show off, you were throwing these weights around like it was nothing. I should just go probably.” The dad looks down at me, confused but when his son enters the room and doesn’t notice their boners he clues into what I did. “Buddy listen, it’s fine I guess I can see where you are coming from, can’t say I might not have done the same in your position but man you gotta do things the right way. Talk to me and tell me where you are at, and we might be able to work something out, but promise me you will never try something like that again.” “I promise sir.” My god did he imply he might be gay? He may have been keeping up the act, but what if he meant it! Mark coughs a little form where he stands. “Were you going to get off him Tommy?” I look down at our crotches, neither of our dicks having gone down at all, especially with the added pressure of the other dicks against it. I reach the hand away from Mark down on the dad’s abs, as if for support then i fake a slip. My hand shoots down the dad’s shorts and I grab his dick, it’s so veiny and huge, and pulses at the new visitor but I try to keep my head. I quickly shove it around and behind one of his thighs. It offers some resistance but it’s long enough that I manage it quickly and recover my hand. I get up, facing directly away from Mark and tuck my dick into my waistband and over it with a thankfully loose shirt. I turn to Mark, seeing if my trick had worked. “Mark, your dad hit his back pretty hard off the bench just now. Do you have like some muscle relaxing gel or something?” Mark thinks deeply for a minute. He doesn’t seem to notice we are rock hard, that’s a good sign at least. After a moment the dad pipes up, “In the upstairs medicine cabinet. The boys right. Could you go grab it for me please Mark?” Mark nods and heads off up the stairs. “That was some quick thinking there Tommy. I’m Rent by the way.” He holds out his large hand and I shake it, enjoying how hard and calloused it is and how big it feels against mine. “You are the new roommate I hear so much about. Not much for first impressions are you?” I look terrified now that Mark is gone. I have returned back to this giant of a man, the man of my dreams and fantasies berating me because I couldn’t keep it in my pants. That is until he reaches down and grabs my dick with one hand, his own with the other, and begins jacking us both off. “What are you doing! I’m so sorry but I’m really confused now!” My mind is racing, the big man’s actions not matching his words. “Mark is going to be back down here any second and these beasts aren’t going to go soft in that time unless we cum. We were both at the edge anyways.” He picks up the speed he is going, ripped bulbous biceps lengthening and tightening with each motion. He plays with his chest a little and smiles as he looks over at me and shows off. That proved too much for me and I came on the floor in front of me. Now Rent began to focus more on himself. He spread his legs and began using his other hand on his dick as well. I could hear Mark upstairs and knew we didn’t have too much longer. I go over to Rent and put my fragile thin arm next to his. Mine looks like the bone that MIGHT be strong enough to support the sheer muscle Rent had. I put my leg against his for good measure and show him how big he is. “You’re so big, I can’t believe it. I can’t even compare, your arm could hold 5 of mine, legs too.” Rent grunts as his eyes roll back. Thick white goop shoots from the end of his cock against the wall and floor. I so want to enjoy the sight but I already messed up once today because of my lust and I was not about to do it again. I grab some nearby towels and make quick work wiping up our mess. As I pass I nudge Rent who is coming back to his senses. “Hunch over, you’re hurt remember?” Rent nods his head, traps stretching and then bunching at the movement and he bends over as if his back was weak. Seems more just like a realistic representation of how that big upper part would weigh down over that thin waist. Those abs are big, but it looks ridiculous to think they can hold up that giant piece of perfection. Mark comes back just as I drop the towels into the hamper, the hamper itself has a scent I recognize as a cum smell. Clearly this was common fair, except for the interruptions. The idea of him coming down regularly to work out and then worship his own muscles was so hot I felt my dick ask if it was time for round 2. I pushed the idea from my head and started to think of gross things that would keep me soft. Mark hands over the gel stuff to his dad and gets a thank you. Rent excuses himself to go apply it, saying he should cut his workout short due to his back. “Thanks for this Mark, and it was… interesting meeting you Tommy. Welcome to my home.” He smiles a little and leaves. “Do you want to work out then?” Mark asks. “Man I think after how badly I botched that I better call it too. I don’t feel hurt, but I don’t want to risk it” Mark wished me well and I went over to my room. I couldn’t believe what had just happened and my mind was exhausted. I crawled into my bed for a nap. I fell asleep with a boner at the thoughts of living with Rent, and also at the sounds of Mark working out in the other room. Chapter 3 - My first night I had gone in my room and jacked off once or twice more. I was in heaven, but the idea of living with that muscle monster, along with Mark who wasn’t bad looking himself. He had been right, I could see where he got his looks and muscle from. I even found myself cursing his mother for diluting the genes he got from his father. How could she even leave someone like that?! He’s hot, but not only that he seemed nice. I took a nap, and when I got up I could smell food cooking. I was led by my nose upstairs to find the big man himself stirring a pot full of what was now a distinct enough smell that I could tell it was chili. Mark wasn’t around and Rent hadn’t noticed me. I was overcome by embarrassment, and began to go back down the stairs. “You don’t have to run away. It’s fine. I’m making food for all of us, and it will be ready in a couple minutes. May as well sit down at the table.” The deep voice assaulted me from behind. I looked down the stairs. He sounded like this was weird for him too. I debated just leaving anyways. I could pack up my bag, travel back home for spring break. I sighed and came back around. I avoided looking at the muscle man, walking up, only to see his feet, bare, thick and covered in veins, like I should have known they’d be. Dear god those things are some of the biggest I’ve ever seen. Could there be something about him that didn’t completely arouse me? I blink but keep looking down, figuring this was better than seeing the rest of him. “Sir, I am so sorry for what I did. I shouldn’t have done that. It was disgusting and disrespectful and completely inappropriate. I can pack my bag tonight and head out in the morning, if you want.” I heard him give a deep sigh, and watched his weight shift. “Listen kid. I’ve thought about it and I get it. I mean I was jacking off to myself too. Not gonna lie the idea the idea you were jacking off at the sight of me was pretty hot too.” I look up, Rent is blushing a little, but look right back down. “And gotta admit man you knew exactly how to press my buttons to finish me off.” I smile a little and give a shy uncertain laugh. It shocked me when his hand came into view and grabbed my chin, turning it up. He did it quickly, but even then my eyes seemed to work quickly catching each part of him, thick legs that had been in my peripherals. Tight waist and huge bulge that his shorts draped over. Waist coming out wide quickly with lats, and then the chest kicking in and expanding his physique in every direction. Traps coming upleading from far out to latch onto the back of Rent’s head. Rent’s face was not something I had had a lot of time to take in, but now he was forcing me to look at it. It was square and strong, even the muscles here looking ripped a little. A thick jaw led down to a strong chin. A short, well kept beard was there following the jawline, and going around his lips, which were thick and full. A relatively small nose took up the middle of his face, and above those were deep brown eyes, like the bark of a strong oak or maple. Even his forehead was almost squared off, and he had a military buzz cut. Over his temples and on some of his forehead even at rest I could see veins snaking their way about. This face would scare me shitless if it were angry at me. This face wasn’t angry though. Rent was looking into my eyes and had a slight smile. He still had some colour in his cheeks from blushing a second ago. “You don’t have to leave. You can stay, and maybe I can even show you how to pick up a weight properly without dropping it on me” I interject, “That was on purpose to cover you before Mark came in” Rent’s smile widens a little, as if about to laugh. “Do you mean to say if we went downstairs right now you could lift that dumbbell and not drop it? If you say yes I will call your bluff, so pick your words carefully” I think about it, I had been in a rush and only had to lift it a little and did so quickly. I remember that it had actually been quite difficult and almost didn’t get it all the way over Rent’s side. “Fine, I admit it was very heavy.” Rent put his hand on my shoulder, his smile turning sweeter. “Admitting that is the first step. Good job. I don’t think I could throw you out of the house anyways, your face is too cute.” Rent removed his hand from me, and I felt a weight lift off me. Had just his hand been that heavy?! My dick twinged a little. Fuck this is going to be a tough week, I think as I watch Rent prepare three bowls of chili from the pot. Two are regular size, but one is definitely a mixing bowl he is filling up high. Rent sees your gaze and laughs. “It takes a lot of food to keep this ship sailing. Don’t you worry, I won’t get fat off it.” He sets the two bowls down and calls for Mark. I sit down and watch him walk and grab the last bowl. My god he’s almost waddling, each ass cheek filling the space the other is leaving behind. I am very thankful I am already sitting down at the table, because I am getting boned up just watching. Mark comes out of his room to sit with us. “Dear god dad got enough chili there?” Rent laughs at his sons comment. “Is everyone getting on my case about how much I’m eating? I plan to have dessert later too…” Mark laughs, while I’m just struck by these two muscle men talk. “Dad you eat like that and you will get fat. Even you can only handle so many calories.” “Tell you what little man o’ mine. You get to be as big as me without eating this much, and I’ll reconsider. Until then keep lifting your kiddie weights.” I would have suspected this to be said arrogantly, but Rent had a sweet tone to his voice and Mark laughed so deeply, I figured that was just their relationship. Mark looked over at me. “What does that make the weights Tommy uses dad?” I watched as Marks chair moves and he almost falls out of it. “I did not raise a son who makes fun of others or feels superior because he can lift more. We kid, but you will not make fun of someone who is doing their best and is starting out.” Rent looked over at me, eyes kind. “I’m sorry about that. We tease but I don’t make fun when people are lifting heavy, no matter the weight.” I blink, having really not taken offense to anything. “That’s ok. Honestly it’s not like I don’t think the same when I lift with Mark there. I bet with your physique-” I stumble on the word a little, a mental image of everything I had seen coming to mind, but I only slow for a second. “-with your physique I’m sure he must feel like I do.” Mark nods in agreement. Rent keeps asking questions about me, and about how we are both doing at school. Jokes were thrown around all night and I actually managed to distract myself in the conversation enough for me to get up in the end and not be worried they might see me hard. Rent excused himself after dinner was done to finish the workout I had interrupted and Mark and I cleaned the dishes. I washed and Mark put them away. I thought about Rent downstairs lifting, and occasionally heard a grunt come from the stairwell. “Sounds like a monster coming from down there, right?” I look over at Mark. He was also staring down there. “My big man is just so strong and powerful. I look up to him a lot.” My tongue works for a sec. “Makes sense, he is something else man. Not how I pictured him though.” Mark looks confused. “Didn’t I tell you he was bigger than even me?” Mark goes into a double bicep pose. “Hard as that might be to believe.” My jaw drops a little. It was easy to forget next to Rent how large and muscular Mark was, his biceps like two cannonballs held in a boat of tricep. I look away and try to recover. “That’s not what I meant. I meant he’s not cocky. He just seems cool. He’s aware of who he is, but he doesn’t flaunt it that much, except to you.” At that I turn to him. “But that seems like it’s to put you in your place, and motivate you.” “Put me in my place? What do you mean?” I look over to him, and hold up his arm, he flexes intuitively. “You are amazing physically, and I bet you always have been, especially with an influence like that in your life. You are also a great guy, so don’t take it personally when I tell you you are arrogant man. Makes people feel lesser.” I kind of zone out remembering being bullied by people like Mark. I look up and see Mark’s face concerned. “Dude, you know I don’t feel that way. I flex because I’m proud of what I’ve worked for. To be honest I kinda thought you liked it when I flexed my muscles too.” He doesn’t seem as hurt as perhaps disappointed. “Mark. Are you crazy? I do like when you flex, and I love seeing how proud you are of it. You deserve to be. You are huge, but I know you’re huge because I am smaller.” I pull the sink plug and watch the dirty water swirl away. “Anyways I didn’t mean anything by it. It’s not for you to worry about me. You develop a thick skin when you are small.” I dry my hands and wander off downstairs. That was more intense then I meant for it to be. Hope Mark doesn’t take that too seriously. I need to breathe, I will check with him in the morning. I pass by the gym, and see Rent working out. I stop and see him bench pressing, chest muscles heaving up as he reracks the weight. I quickly turn around and head off to my room, closing the door behind me, trying hard not to think about the massive man there. I lean against the door, and am shocked to hear deep thumps against it, absorbed into my back. I turn around and open the door. Rent is there, taking up the entire space. He is a little sweaty and in a stringer that reveals a lot of his upper body, thick, slick, bulky muscle hanging out huffing and puffing. “Listen Tommy, come work out with me.” My jaw drops. “Work out? Next to you? Man I can’t even compare to you, why do you want to work out with me?” Rent just smiles sweetly. “It doesn’t matter how much you lift. I want to see what kind of stuff you are made of. I feel like I can really tell what a man is like by how he lifts.” He breathes deeply “By which I mean ‘how’ not ‘how much’. No ego lifting, even with me there to spot.” God despite his body I could just get lost in that smile of his. Rent turns and stalks off with his wide back, moving his legs out as he walks. I began to get hard again, but at this point in this house it was becoming the norm. I was nervous, but it wasn’t like Rent hadn’t already seen it. I came in and he did notice. “Doesn’t take much for you, huh? Try not to blow on my bench, K?” I blush, shifting it away. Did Rent watch me adjust myself? Fuck now I’m imagining things. I look at the bench, loaded with several large plates on either side, and then a coupe small ones. 700lbs?! Just casually?! There were safety bars in place on the power cage, although I had a hunch that they weren’t intended to save you from a 700lb barbell falling. Rent began taking the weight off one side, and I mimicked him on the other. “How much weight you want?” His face seemed to study me. Fucking beast is testing me. I think for a second. “Empty bar.” Rent smiles. “Smart boy! Sounds good to me.” Rent finishes and leans on the wall. I take off all my weight and slide under the bar. I check my form and position, and then grab the bar tightly. I unrack and bring the bar down slowly, and then shoot it up. Keep your shoulders on the bench, that’s the thing you are always messing up. I feel them coming up a little, and I readjust. The weight isn’t trying, but if this is a test like I wanted an ‘A’. Rent began to straddle me so he was in view. Holy shit the view from down here… FOCUS! “What are you thinking about right now Tommy?” “I’m trying to keep my shoulders on the bench.” I breathe, and then continue. “They always ride up and off the bench.” Rent lightly touches the bar the next time it comes up and shifts it down closer to him. I follow it with my eyes making me look more at him. FOCUS FOCUS FOCUS. I could tell what my penis wanted me to focus on. “Try arching your back, activating your lats to keep your shoulders down, and pushing it up here over your shoulders, not over your neck.” I make my eyes look at the bar instead of Rent, which was no easy feat. I control the bar down to my mid chest, and then push it up, this time more slowly to focus on the bar path making it come over my shoulders and then stop. The entire time I was straining my lats in the hopes my shoulders wouldn’t rise up. I rerack and breathe a little, it hadn’t been much weight but I did quite a few reps with the bar. Sweat was already forming on me and I was a little embarrassed at having such a little weight get to me. I slowly increased the weight until I got up to 135. Rent went to straddle me again before I unracked. I am going to hate myself for saying this. “Rent buddy why are you going over me, instead of above my head?” “I actually always feel a little cramped inside the cage, figured I could still help from out here. I don’t spot a lot of people other than Mark sometimes.” “Rent… You know I’m gay… and you know you turn me on… It’s a little distracting having your body hanging over me. If you really do want me to lift my best you may have to not be there.” I blush so red I feel like I am turning into a tomato. Rent looks down at himself, as if seeing his muscles for the first time, and then realizing what I was saying. “Damn, I guess that’s a good point.” Rent gets off me and I feel my lust pull me towards him. I force myself not to move. Fuck but having his body hanging over me was amazing. I unrack the weight, wobbling a little. I steady myself and bring the bar down, touch my chest, and then press it back up. Shoulders on the bench, touch mid chest, push to over the shoulders, no further. I press it back up about 5 times before my arms start to get weak. I force myself to go for one more, and before I am done Rent is back over me, hands under the bar without touching it. “Go for one more. I am right here to catch it.” I don’t even have enough breath to remind him how distracting he is. I take a big gulp of a breath, fix my position and lower the bar, shaking as I go down and touch it against my mid chest. It rests there a little heavier than I meant it to, but I begin pressing it up, getting it a little less than halfway before the bar stops moving. Don’t crane your neck, don’t compromise your form. Keep pushing. I push and push but the bar doesn’t move and it begins to fall again. Rent’s large hands go under the bar and lightly touch it, taking a couple pounds of weight. I redouble my efforts and concentrate on squeezing my chest. Rent wasn’t pulling that hard, but he was doing enough I got past the sticking point and locked out my elbows. Rent pushed the bar back into the rack and I let it go. “Well a couple more sets like that and I’ll be toast.” I laugh a little, and feel my body touch his thighs. Fuck this position is torture. Rent looks down at me, face of joy. “You gave that set your all, I’m proud of you.” I give him an accusatory look. “Didn’t I mention how unhelpful you holding your body over me is? Kind of gives my brain the wrong idea.” Rents facial expressions change in a second. Where before it was purely one of happiness, now there was something else… close to a hunger. He leans over, grabbing some bench supports for hand positioning as his body hangs horizontally over mine. “Who said it was the wrong idea?” Dear god I know that look. It’s not hunger, it’s lust! Rent lowered himself onto me. I was stunned. “Boy I already know you like me. My son doesn’t know, but lately my tastes have become more… Well more like you.” Rent was beginning to lay part of his body on me, pressing my shoulder blades into the bench better than the bar had. Rent had his nads on the bar above me, his huge hard hands resting on it as two thick bulky arms hung over me, lowering his head towards mine. “You know, if you want to make out with an old fart like me” My body almost moved on it’s own, not that I would have stopped it. I bent my head forward, and touched our lips together. Rent’s lips were firm but soft, working with mine as he lowered his head down so I could lay back. ... TO BE CONTINUED...

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There are some terrific stories online about super-strength. Here's a list of some that have amazed and inspired me - a list of stories I know, love, and that I keep coming back to. I am happy to post links (or indeed, to cut-and-paste in the whole story!) but only with the author's permission. If I'm stepping on anyone's toes here, please let me know; I just thought I'd get the ball rolling Lil guys with super-strength: The Little Mikey series by NerdJock if you like the idea of a smaller dude being much, much stronger than a built jock. Tightly-written and really fun to read. Rhino Boy, Steel Boys, The Prince of Olympus and Two Superboys by LeadGuitarist if you like the idea of insane levels of super-strength juxtaposing the youth/innocence of the protagonists. No-one writes with quite the mad, rollicking energy and sheer breathless pace of LeadGuitarist. The Tiniest Bully by iceman if you like the idea of a kid being waaaaaaaaay more powerful than Superman. This was the first Superman-gets-the-snot-kicked-out-of-him story I ever read. As with all of iceman's stuff, there's a real sense of craft evident here, particularly with the snappy, well-paced back-and-forth dialogue. The Rise of Cavendish, Almighty God of Thunder by Solan if you like the idea of a mean, twisted bully gaining the powers of Thor. Staggeringly good writing set in the Marvel Universe. One of the few times I have found myself rooting for the bad guy. Anything by Scriptboy. The man is a legend when it comes to characterisation, creating believable, well-rounded protagonists and secondary characters. Every story feels like a fragment of a larger, fully realised world. I don't know how he does it. There's also a wholesomeness to many of his super-strong characters that reminds me of the Superman stories I read growing up. To pick one story would be doing the man a disservice. Firepower, The Lightning Boy, pretty much anything, really! With great power comes a huge body count Parts 1 and 2 by yours truly (thought I'd get that in there, ha ha!) First story I ever wrote. Dark stuff. Older athletic or muscly guys with super-strength: Mike's Workout by Bobaroo if you like the idea of a hot muscle guy showing off his jaw-dropping strength and muscles to the delight of his worshipers. The story that fused the name Mike and the idea of huge, super-powerful muscles into my brain. Literally, if you are called Mike, you can bring me to erection just by telling me your name. Even if you don't necessarily use cranes in your own workout. Ben by portamivia if you like the idea of mixing sci-fi, size and strength. portamivia has a really visual style of narrating. You feel like you're watching an action film (a very hot action film that would probably have made most of the audience cum over their popcorn by the time the end credits rolled) as your eyes flick from one graphic paragraph to the next. Pierce's Menace by Alex Bronnings if you like the idea of a cocky soldier getting gradually stronger and stronger than Superman in a fight. The titular protagonist drips with arrogance and sexiness. Never has cockiness been more attractive. Weightlifting with Superman (not sure of original author - whoever you are, you're amazing!) if you like the idea of a hot, ripped jock taking on Superman in a strength challenge. I'm a bit of a sucker for stats and this story doesn't disappoint as it details - very specifically - just how powerful the protagonist Alexander becomes. Oh, and it's a must for those who like really, really big muscle flexes too. And lastly (am I even allowed to do this?) the Superior series by me. I put my heart and soul into writing it, constantly editing and re-editing each chapter to get it as good as I could, so it could stand shoulder to shoulder with some of the amazing tales listed above . It nearly killed me and actually triggered a long writing hiatus when my laptop imploded and I lost everything - all the pages and pages of notes for the final three chapters - so it remains unfinished. But in my humble opinion, it's worth a look-over all the same: I appreciate I've probably missed loads of others from this list, and I promise you, it's not deliberate. So many stories from this site have brought me joy (whoa, talk about euphemism) over the years that I'm bound to have accidentally forgotten some. No doubt as the list expands as others voice their own favourites, I will be face-palming quite a few times ("Of course! How could I have been such an idiot to have forgotten that gem of a super-strength story? You total muppet, goremeridian" etc). Again, I'm really sorry if I have included any of you on this list who would have preferred not to have been. Hopefully the big guys in charge can edit your names out if necessary. GM

Hi guys, I've been lurking here for a while, and this seems like a really cool community. I was inspired to attempt writing a muscle-growth fetish story. I hope you enjoy it, please let me know what you think. I don't know how much time I will have to write, so unfortunately I can't say when part 2 will be ready. *** Part 1 *** John sighed as he looked himself up and down in the mirror. He was sick of how plain he looked. 5’9”, skinny arms, slight belly, no muscle definition. Maybe 170lbs. He felt painfully average. He looked at the campus gym flier on his desk. There was a picture of a smiling, ripped athlete on the cover. Thick corded arms poking out of a bulging, campus-branded tank top. John had made a couple of aborted efforts in the gym in the past. Would this time be any different? With a sigh, John sat down and dialled the number on the flier. What did he have to lose? *** “Coach, you gotta agree. I am outgrowing this team.” Coach raised an eyebrow. “You're telling me you want to make varsity next semester?” “Hell yeah, Coach!” Coach had to admit that Jordan had improved a lot since he'd joined. The brawny teenager had the right build for a linebacker, but when he joined all he could do was throw his weight around. Maybe that worked in high school, but not so much at the collegiate level. Still, he trained hard and learned quickly. Coach had to admit he had talent. “Ok, kid. I’ll consider it. But you know, you’ll have to take your training to the next level. No more of this crap on the weekends.” “Shit, coach. What are you saying?” “Watch your language, kid. I’m saying you’ve put on 30 lbs so far this year, but how much of that was liquid calories?” “No way, Coach. That’s not fair. You know your varsity team drinks like fish.” “Yeah, but they know how to keep the weight off. Look, kid, I can make you a deal. If you can lose 15 lbs before the start of next semester without your strength going to crap, I’ll put a word in for you.” “Oh man, Coach! Thanks! I won’t let you down!” Truthfully, Jordan had never spent a lot of time improving his diet. But he had friends who had cut before. He was 220 lbs and 6’2”, it couldn’t be too hard to lose 15 lbs. *** John wasn’t totally new to the gym, so induction was pretty simple. He had a free trainer session to get him started. His trainer looked like a strongman, exactly the kind of build John dreamed of having. “Do you have a goal, man? Just trying to get fit?” John was distracted by the hairy, brawny forearms of his instructor. “Um, I wanna be less scrawny, I guess.” “A grower eh? Ha, I’ll give you the same program we give the football team. You need a nutrition plan?” “Uh, sure. Honestly, I don’t really know what I’m doing with my diet.” “Hey, don’t sweat it. We all start from somewhere. It’s $17 for a meal plan if you want.” Screw it. “OK, sure, that sounds good.” “Sweet! Ok, let’s go into my office and talk nutrition and programming...” *** The first two weeks of the cut went amazing. Jordan was eating 2500 calories, which was a 500-1000 deficit by his calculations. He looked and felt amazing. He couldn’t stop smiling in the changing room at the campus gym. He’d had abs before, but they were really cut now. He could tell that he was destined for the brick abs you see on the fitness magazines. He also noticed more vascularity on his forearms. They were one of his favourite body parts, naturally veiny but they were responding even better to the cut. Not only that, but his lifts had actually gone up dramatically. He didn’t know how to explain it but somehow he had broken a plateau. He was already one of the strongest players on the team, but now he was varsity material for sure. At the end of the second week, he confidently stepped on the scales in the locker room to check his progress. 228 lbs. Well, that was confusing. But maybe the scale was busted. Or maybe it was just a fluke. Like, the wrong time of day or something. There’s no way it could be right. He had missed the biggest kegger of the semester for this. No way he could have GAINED weight. He was on his best behaviour. It had to be a fluctuation - tomorrow it would be down for sure. *** The first couple of weeks, John was sweating like a pig after every workout. His form was sloppy at first but he got into it pretty quickly. The bigger problem was honestly the nutrition. His trainer had him chugging gainer shakes every day until John felt like he was going to throw up. Still, every weekend he did the prescribed meal prep; every morning he measured out his shakes and supplements; every meal got logged in the food diary. And after a couple of weeks, he did feel stronger. His lifts were going up and his arms weren't quite as scrawny as before. But his daily weigh-in hardly changed since he started. In fact, it had gone down slightly. John had gotten noticeably leaner - 165lbs down from 175. His PT said this was fairly normal for beginners and probably just "newbie gains". But just to be sure, he'd upped John's daily calorie intake by another 10%, so it was now sitting at a little over 3000. John had never eaten so much food so regularly, so he was pretty confident this would work. *** Jordan had been dieting for 6 weeks. He was eating so little now that he felt dizzy after every workout. He had started logging his meals and he was barely eating 1500 calories. But he was still gaining weight, albeit slowly, sitting at 232 lbs. He was freaking out. The semester was almost over and there was no way he could meet his target. Well, not without taking performance enhancing drugs... but then he'd fail any tests, for sure. When he looked in the mirror, it didn't make any sense. He was obviously in the best shape of his life. He looked big and cut, with more vascular forearms then he had ever seen. With a growl of frustration, Jordan resigned himself to confronting the coach about this next time he got the chance. *** John had run out of calories to add to his diet. It felt like his life had revolved around eating, or meal planning. At least, until the time he ate too much and threw it back up. That incident caused him to go back to the drawing board. Was this fitness thing working for him? Well, he couldn't deny he was in the best shape of his life. He had a six-pack for the first time. Admittedly it was a pretty slim six-pack, the kind of thing you see on athletic teenagers, who play soccer but never set foot in a weight room. Still, he was proud of it. That, and he was the strongest he had been in a long time. But something was off... His progress in the weight room had plateaued way earlier than the internet seemed to think it should. Yeah, you can't compare yourself to every guy in the gym, but still. Most full-grown men should be able to squat 200 lbs, right? So why couldn't he he break past 175? But the real worry was the amount of weight loss he'd gone through. Despite eating WAY over his resting metabolism, he'd somehow managed to LOSE 10 lbs. How is that even possible!? He had looked online and seen some freaky stuff - tapeworms and drugs that make people burn crazy amounts of calories. Could something like that have happened to him...? No way... that had to be paranoia. He would just go talk to his PT. He must have run into this problem before. *** "Coach!" The man was benching iron by himself after practice. He had been expecting to have the gym to himself. With a loud grunt, he heaved the weight into the rack. Jordan had never seen so much weight loaded onto a bar in real life. The bar was visibly bending under the pressure. He did a quick bit of mental arithmetic on the plates stacked on the bar - that was, what... 350 lbs total? "What's the big idea, kid?" "S... sorry coach," Jordan mumbled. Coach's former linebacker physique was pumped and intimidating. "Listen, can we talk about the varsity team..." "Oh yeah, how's that going? I heard from your teammates that you're a changed man. Your performance has improved lately as well." "Coach, I know you're not going to believe this. I tried, I really did. But I haven't been able to lose the weight you wanted me to." "Huh?" Coach was confused. "How is that possible? You're, like... the most cut guy on the team right now." It was true. Jason was noticeably more vascular, with a more defined 6-pack, than anyone on his team. (And, truthfully, most of the varsity team as well.) "I don't know what to tell you, man. I've cut so much food I feel like crap all day. I get dizzy every time I work out. I think something might be medically wrong with me." Coach frowned and crossed his thick, hairy arms. "Geez, ok. Look, let me book an appointment with a doctor and we'll get you checked out. Until then, stop going to gym and I'm going to pull you from the team." Jordan looked devastated. "Sorry buddy, I have a duty to take care of you. It won't be a long break. Who knows, the extra recovery might be good for you." The jock sighed in frustration. It wasn't what he wanted to hear. But Coach was right, and he knew it... *** John's trainer got him a bunch of bloodwork done and a physical at the campus medical centre. The physical confirmed what John had thought - the young man had anomalously low body weight, not dangerous exactly, but lower than would expected of a normal man his age, especially given his physical regimen and diet plan. The working hypothesis was that John had an eating disorder. His vomitting incident was evidence that his body had started rejecting food. The most likely explanation was psychological. John was admittedly confused by this. If anything, psychologically he felt the opposite. He was actively trying to get huge! But the doctor said that the brain worked in mysterious ways... So, John waited to hear back from the clinic. Sometimes, he felt despondent. The doctor said that if it was an eating disorder he might have to be hospitalised and fed intravenously. But for now, they were waiting for some bloodwork to rule out some more obscure alternative diagnoses. In the mean time, John kept working out and eating as much as he could force himself too. He was sitting at 162 lbs, down from 175 at the start. He still looked healthy - he even had vascular forearms for the first time in his life. But he did feel noticeably lethargic and weak. Every time he finished a gym session, he was so exhuasted he had to crash onto his bed as soon as he got home. He wasn't sure how much longer he could keep lifting weights like this. *** Jordan was the most restless he'd ever been in his life. He had been training weights since he was 15 and taking a break was driving him crazy. Usually he enjoyed taking time off, but then normally he had hobbies to distract him like skiing or surfing. But Coach had forbidden it. He had way more energy now that he was eating a normal diet. But he couldn't spend it doing stuff he enjoyed. He spent a lot of time alone in the house. He found he had a lot of sexual energy, so he hooked up with a few girls from around campus - some friends of friends, some tinder matches - but it didn't satisfy him for long and it was a lot of effort, so more and more he found himself jerking off by himself. Of course, to start with, his masturbation was fuelled by porn. But as the days passed, watching women's bodies wasn't doing it for him any more. And men's bodies didn't exactly do it for him, either. There was really only one body that turned him on, and it was his own. There was no question that Jordan had the best natural body on campus. By this point, he was 250 lbs of 19 year-old beef. His 48" pecs jutted out over his killer 6-pack. He had a perfect adonis belt and thick arms. Naturally hairless except the wispy growths in the pits beneath his wide shoulders. His 34" waist gave him perfect proportions. He could easily give up football and do bodybuilding instead. Fuck, he knew some guys on juice who were competing, and he was already bigger than they were. Jordan spent many evenings in his room practicing flexing his muscles. It was honestly bothering him slightly. Until recently, he would get laid regularly, and masturbate every once in a while as a backup. Now, it was reversed - he found admiring himself to be a lot more satisfying than having sex with women. They just didn't excite him like his own physique did. *** After about 3 weeks, Jordan and John both got a phone call telling them to come to the medical campus immediately. When they arrived, a pair of hospital staff escorted them deep into the facility. Along the way, John noticed a bunch of biohazard warnings. The two of them sat in a waiting room for 10 minutes. John was in awe of the muscular stud in front of him. He looked like a wet dream made into flesh. He was wearing shorts, trainers and a tank top, that left very little to the imagination. Jordan didn't really pay much attention to the small, unimposing Jordan. He thought that he looked kind of gay. "Twinks", Jordan thought to himself, "that's the skinny gay thing, right?" Eventually, they were called into a doctor's office. An athletic, middle-aged man greeted them. He had quite a serious expression, and spoke solemnly to the two students in an Eastern-European accent. "Boys, you can call me Doctor Ben. You've been called here because you both had bloodwork done, and the results were quite unambiguous. I'm afraid to tell you that you've both been infected by a virus. Unfortunately, it's an extremely rare disease for which there is no known cure. It seems to exclusively target men, preferentially young men. "The good news is that we believe it is not life-threatening. Typically, the infection lasts 2-4 months before leaving your system. You will need to be quarantined until the infection runs its course. Unfortunately, it will not be possible to continue your studies - you will have to repeat this year's education. "The virus is known as 'adonivirus', a reference to the Greek god Adonis, although the name can be misleading. The virus takes over cells primarily in adipose and muscular tissue, although it has a preference for muscle tissue. How the course of infection progresses varies depending on the immune response. "The body naturally tries to fight the infection by 'eating' its own fat and muscle tissue. The body no longer needs as much energy from food, and it will reject food if you try to overeat. Eventually, the body wastes away to the point that the virus can't sustain itself, and it dies out. The body will slowly recover, but the enhanced metabolism can persist for many years. Although it sounds bad, the long term survival prognosis is quite good, and people who survive the initial infection are typically able to maintain a healthy body weight. "However, for some people, the virus operates very differently. If your body lacks the right genes for fighting the infection, the virus can grow unchecked. "The virus starts by infecting the muscle and adipose tissue. Once there is no tissue left to infect, it begins to compromise the entire endocrine system - that's the body's hormone system. The goal is to maximise the body's ability to gain muscle mass. In extreme cases, the virus has been known to have other side effects as well, that appear to enhance the body's ability to grow beyond its natural limits. "Eventually, the virus population grows out of control and burns itself out. We still aren't sure how this happens. Unlike the immune system response, the changes that the virus makes are permanent. "In the past, doctors have tried to limit the effects of the virus, for example by artificially restoring the hormone balance in patients. However, this approach backfired - the virus simply redoubles its efforts, resulting in even more severe body changes. So, the best practice is to try the opposite approach, and 'cooperate' with the virus until it burns itself out, through weight training. "In both cases, you will need specialist nutrition and exercise plans. Because this disease is so rare, only a handful of medical practictioners around the world are able to treat it. I am the most senior expert on the virus in the world, and the government has asked me to treat you. Until I give the all-clear, you are legally forbidden from leaving this facility. "I have been studying this virus for 15 years, and I was flown here specifically to prepare this facility for you. The truth is, we have never had two cases this early in the disease lifecycle. If we are better able to understand this disease, it could be life-changing for millions of people. Not only other people who become infected, but if we are able to reverse-engineer the mechanisms that the virus uses, we could revolutionise the way that we treat obesity and frailty around the world. "For this reason, we would like to recruit you into a research study on the effects of the virus. If you agree, as an added incentive, we will waive your tuition loan and give each of you a $150,000 one-off payment. I want you to know that we are completely serious about this opportunity. "We will need to do regular checks on your blood and vital organs, and occasional body scans. But our interventions will be purely observational. We don't intend to deviate from existing treatment best practices. "Anyway, you don't have to decide right away. We can talk about this more tomorrow morning. I have prepared the paperwork for you to review in your sleeping quarters. Unfortunately, I only had time to properly quarantine a single bedroom. So, until I am able to prepare a second room, you will have to share. I must remind you that, although participation in this study is voluntary, your quarantine is not. "I'm sorry boys, this must be a lot to take in... if you have any questions, I would be happy to talk you through them..." *** John's head was spinning when he was dropped off in his room. The concrete walls were painted a clinical white, except for one wall of mirrors. There was a lot of space, two hospital beds and a couple of desks, as well as two wardrobes. Apparently John had been processed faster than Jordan, because the jock wasn't there yet. Next to each bed were some stacks of cardboard boxes. John opened one and found it contained a bunch of his clothing and possessions. There was a note attached to it. "John," it said. On the back, it said "Unfortunately, you won't be able to take any of this back with you after you leave. It will need to be destroyed. We will pay to replace them. Sorry. - Dr. Ben" None of this felt real to John. He dug through his stuff until he found his laptop. It worked fine, and the room had campus WiFi. He tried to call his parents, but they wouldn't pick up. He left them a message asking them to call right away. John was exhausted - not just from the events of the day, he was also generally fatigued, these days. Eventually, he passed out in bed, unable to keep his eyes open, waiting for Jordan to get in. *** Dr. Ben had run a full suite of physical exams for Jordan, almost as much as Coach had run when Jordan had first signed up to football. It was the first exercise Jordan had done in weeks, but he crushed it. He didn't get out until after midnight, but when he got into his room, he was still pumped with energy. His roommate looked like he was fast asleep when he got in. Jordan peeled off his sweaty atheltic gear and chucked it on the ground, trying not to wake him. The lights had been dimmed, but he could make out a whole wall of mirrors. Sweet, he thought. This place was even better than his old room! Chucking off his trainers and socks, the teen whipped out his semi-hard, 8-inch cock. Nothing to quickly burn through some energy than a quick flex and jerk-off, right? Jordan had always been pleased with his above-average endowment, it rounded off his physique perfectly. He wondered if the little twink had woken up and was watching, and it make his dick twitch. He put on a show for the mirror. Starting with a double bicep pose, his 20" arms bulging, his pits slightly damp from exertion, his large cock jutting out from his 34" waist. Then he followed it up with a most muscular. He could swear he looked bigger than last time. The realisation went straight to his cock. The huge mirror made his physique look even more awesome. As he bounced his pecs, his dick jumped to the rythm. "God, I hope the little runt is awake," he though to himself. "Oh, jesus. I'm so powerful. God damn..." After a few minutes of this, his cock erupted hands-free, all over the floor, making a faint, sloppy slap with each jet. Jordan hadn't thought about how to handle it. So as he came down from his post-orgasm high, he grabbed his used underwear and wiped it up as best he could. Although, there was a lot to get through. Jordan collapsed on his bed, naked, on top of the covers, his cock still half-hard - it was never fully satisfied these days - and thought to himself about everything. He was gonna have to break it to his parents that he wouldn't make varsity this year. Would he even be allowed to play sports now? Geez, what was he going to do with his life? After a few minutes, though, the post-orgasm high faded and Jordan faded into a comfortable night's sleep.

Michael woke up hugging his son from behind. Clothes were prohibited in the experiment so his hard dick was poking his ass. Disgusted he took his arm away and turn around to look at the ceiling. His son and him never had a good relationship. When his mother was alive the little wimp was always with her. It is not that he didn't try to have a good relationship with him. But the thing is that every time he wanted to go fishing with him or for them to play football, his son never wanted. Also there was the masculinity thing. When he was young and even now people always told him how masculine he was and how big he was. With lots of hair that covered his big pecs and huge arms, his 23cm fat cock and muscular definition he always assumed his son would be like him. A stud. But when Nicholas grew up to be a wimp, with a soft jawline and no hair at all, he was quite frustrated. The thing that bothered Michael the most wasn't that his son was small, but that the only thing big that he had was his butt. He looked like a woman. Mike had to hear his friends “jokingly” saying that he looked so much like a girl that they would fuck him. Now he was lying on his bed, with his morning wood looking to the ceiling, wondering what was this experiment about. His son turned around, still sleeping, and put his left hand on top of his dad muscle chest. Mike closed his eyes, Barbara was there besides him. He turned around, facing his son still with his eyes shut. Then he opened them. Nicholas looked different. He didn't know exactly what was different but something certainly changed. He looked a little bit bigger, maybe it was the poor lighting but his shoulders seamed a little broader. A thought flew quickly through Mike's brain, maybe his son was finally growing. His son hand travelled from his chest to his muscle ass, Mike felt a shiver. ____________________________________ -Hello dad- Michael was cooking completely naked while gently dancing to no sound. -You know that the shower doesn't work there is only one of us?! This fucking rats, they can even pay water for two showers! TWO!- His father seemed moodier than usual. -the pills have arrived, we have to drink them together- Michael placed two plates filled with bacon and eggs. They both sit at each side of the table. Little glasses that contained two pills sat on the table, one said Nicholas and the other Michael. Nicho grabbed his cup and opened it. This time the pills were different. The one that was previously light blue was now triangular and had a deeper ocean blue colour, and a white pill was also added. He looked up and saw his dad had the same white pill but also a deep pink circular pill. -They warned me that the white pill was full of hormones. Side effects included constant “excitement”- he said as he looked down at his cock trying to express what he meant to his son without talking. Nicho understood perfectly. They both eat their breakfast and approached to the mega computer. The scanning began as the day before. -Subject one: Nicholas. Male Male, 1,81m tall, 65kg, muscle development 7%. Completed superficial analysis, proceeding with profound observation. Testosterone: mild , Happiness levels: Low, Penis size: 15cm erect, anus:not sensitive- Both father and son stood shocked to discover that Nicholas had gain 3cm, 6kg, and 3 cm of cock in less of a day. Michael glanced at his son and indeed he look bigger, and more masculine. He prepared to say something but the machine started talking again -Subject two: Michael, Male Woman, 1,86 cm tall, 87kg, muscle development 50%. Completed superficial analysis, proceeding with profound observation. Testosterone: Mild, Happiness levels: Low, Penis size: 18 cm erect, anus: midly sensitive- A cold shiver ran through Michael’s body. Maybe he was expecting to grow like his son or maybe was the fact that he only now heard that the computer had said “Male Woman”.what did that mean? -WHAT THE FUCK?- He shouted, he had lost 3 cm in one day, 13kg, and 3 cm from his cock in one day. He wanted to cry, and he had already taken the second pill. In the screen appeared a new position someone was in all fours, and the other guy was behind him, pressing his cock to his ass. He turned to look at his son that smiled and made a gesture with his hand like asking him to be the one in the floor. Michael got really angry really fast, he wasn't a woman. He wouldn't bend. Angrily he walked towards his kid and punched him in the stomach. Nicholas lost all air and bended because of the pain, that's when Mike blind by anger and shame hit him hard in the face. Nicho fell to the floor his nose was bleeding. Mike took the opportunity and grabbed his son by the waist and got him into position. Nicho tried to walk away but Mike with his stronger body hold him down and hit him in the back. -I AM THE MAN- He shouted as he grabbed his son's ass. He saw his erect cock, much smaller than before and got angry again. He was going to prove it. He was bigger, manlier than his son. Nicho felt as his dad's unlubbed fat cock entered his virgin ass. The pain was so big that he shouted a little bit. He was still confused by the punching and blood was running from his nose, but he could still feel his dad penetrating him. One thrust, two thrusts, Mike was getting faster he slapped his son's ass very hard. -You are my bitch, YOU ARE MY MOTHEFUCKING BITCH- Michael continued raping his son. Nicho could feel his father's cock stretching his ass with a lot of effort. He was a beast, fucking him like an ape. His son started crying and that only got him hornier. HE WAS THE MAN he thought HE HAD THE RIGHT TO FUCK THIS CUNT. Michael’s cock exploted inside his son’s asshole. But almost no cum came off. Suddenly he came back to reality. His son was bleeding in the floor, about to pass out and he, his father and only parent, had just raped him. -You wanna shower?-

Now I know why you said that you had a soft spot for this chapter. It was really sweet to read AJ inviting Noah for a date. I love it too. I like that you mix day to day routine and characters to the story. Keep on the good work man!??

Awww! I'm happy you liked it, mate! ? As I said the other day, I have a bit of a soft spot for this chapter. Was really fun to write something a bit more gentle after the last few horn crazed chapters! And also to write a chapter where the guys do something away from their usual spots. There's a little more of that still to come - but a bit further afield than their local cinema! ?

You are entitled to. ? That can make the next chapter especially interesting to us.

Nice use of the monkey emoji!! ? Thanks, guys! Well Noah manages to keep those fears buried for now and doesn't worry too much more about the future for the time being. That part was more him just having a bit of a panic/thoughts spiralling etc. I have a bit of a soft spot for the next chapter, even if it's maybe not the most action packed!

So, I was talking with my friend the other day. She is a very direct girl, who doesn’t hold any secrets - perfectly blunt, in every way - and she is like that when she approaches men. She can afford to be because she is 26 years old, average height for a girl, intelligent, funny and hot - the full package. I will not name her here. One day, at a gym that she frequents with her boyfriend, with whom she is in an open relationship, she decides to approach this incredibly handsome guy, who also is a devoted gym-goer. He too seemed oh-so-very much like a good deal. Young, witty, but also very tall (198 cm, or 6'6 in retard units) and, clearly, quite strong. Through her telling, my friend recalled the ease with which he did pull-ups. This is his Instagram pic, I was told. At some point my friend started up conversations with the guy, whose name is Philip, she tells me, and through the weeks of getting together at the gym and through Facebook comments, she saw that she has a lot in common with Philip, especially when it comes to their preferences for genres in movies and books. She also noticed that he is into her. One day, they decide to get together after the gym. With my friend there is no beating around the bush. They went straight to his place - no dates, no romantic walks. She had already learned his humor, likes and dislikes. She wanted to know his primal side now. What is he like when passion takes hold of him? She got more than she bargained for. “Can you imagine what he must’ve looked like after the gym that evening? All that testosterone brimming inside him…” my friend recalled. She remembered him being larger than ever before due to the pump he was having. Veins were jumping out of him. Probably looked like this other pic from his Insta account. When they got into his bedroom, my friend couldn’t help but marvel at how the entire place was well organised and tidy. The bedroom was spacious, so he had set up a pull-up bar and a heavy-looking punching bag. There were also quite a number of large mirrors, which made the room appear bigger than it actually is. Another set of mirrors was near the bed - one on the wall on the side of it, and the other stuck to the sealing above the bed. By the time they got to the bed, their clothes were shed. This is, by the way, where she finally got a good look at his beautifully shaped ass. At first, he was being very gentle with her as they were starting foreplay and kissing. However, at some point, my friend said that she started to goad him, so that he would become more rough with her. I think she likes it that way. After a slap here, a wicked laugh there, he grew increasingly - and visibly - annoyed… He wasn’t amused at all. He grabbed her by her arms and forcefully picked her up with great ease, as if to correct her behaviour. Then, he laid her back onto the bed with some frustration. She described his face as barely containing anger and remembers his loud breathing. He got up, nude, with every muscle and every vein visible on his large tight body, and he walked furiously across the room in circles. The muscle mass on him, combined with his imposing height, makes him weigh at around 115 kilos - nearly twice her weight. His steps were booming. He then took a sturdy metal chair from a corner of the room and placed it in front of the bed. Still annoyed, he said to her “come here.” She could tell from his tone that he was in no mood for hesitation, so she got up from the bed and walked up to the chair. He impatiently turned her away from himself and picked her up off the floor onto the seat, so that her behind would face him. It looked to her that this was his version of foreplay, so she was still looking forward to what may come out of this all. He entered her vagina with his decent-sized dick and thrusted strong enough that her knees were no longer touching the chair, which was there to support them in the first place. It felt good, albeit a little violent. While she was moaning, she looked up into the mirror by the bed and saw that Philip was focused solely onto himself in the reflection. She said that she thought at the time “Fuck, I’d be looking at myself if I were as gorgeous as him”. He was staring into his own eyes and into the glistening muscles of his own large and powerful body while practically holding her 60 kilos constantly in the air. He was going like that for several minutes. When he finally turned his focus to the girl he was thrusting, she felt that he was getting a bit flaccid. Not too much, for he was still a clear presence inside of her. Philip leaned over her back and stretched his arm down, next to her head. He was again gazing at their reflection in the mirror, but now he had a renewed hardness to his dick. My friend said that she was enjoying the feel of his strength imposed on her, and said that it was even more than she had hoped for. He certainly knew how to move down there, not just simple thrusts. She was genuinely enjoying it, but she was still able to see that Philip was actually focusing now on the monstrous size of his own arm when put next to her significantly smaller body. He flexed it so that the peak of his bicep would be right next to her head. She remembered how she rubbed her head against his bicep and feeling that rock-like hardness. Then, she told me, something unexpected happened. He got out of her, then proceeded to put her back on the bed. He placed the chair on the bed too, so that it was above her head. Now he was above her, and she was facing him, and their sex organs reunited. He was straddling her like a mighty lion, and he appeared inhumanly large above her. All she could see were his stone-hard abs and huge pecs as they were thrusting up and down, along with her entire body. Here comes the weird part. He looks down into her eyes. She was feeling a mixture of ecstasy and fear in that moment. He was insanely hot, even in this moment of bestial mindlessness, yet everything that was going on escaped even her wildest fantasies, and I can tell you, my friend has some wild imagination. It was in that moment when he grabbed ahold of the chair and, while looking into my friend’s eyes, proceeded to crush it! It was here that fear completely took over in my friend’s mind. Crushing that chair is no small feat. According to my friend, it had a steel frame with elements of hard wood and was quite heavy and solid. Philip squeezed it with his powerful hands while relentlessly looking into my friend’s eyes. Soon, the chair’s frame gave way to his pressure and started to grind and crack loudly. By this point my friend was petrified with terror at what she was seeing. Philip was practically turning from a prince into a savage monster before her very eyes. He groaned with his deep and booming voice as he was distorting and destroying the chair. He was looking with his cold unyielding eyes deep into her while he was doing it. He pinned the frame of the chair next to the girl’s petrified naked body and ripped the bars towards himself. She could do nothing but watch silently this monstrous display of power because she was helpless. The strength that was needed to pull and rip the steel outward was bordering inhuman. Looking at those dark, cruel eyes of his, she was actually afraid… that he was going to switch the chair with her at some point. Philip got off of her and violently launched the remains of what used to be a chair onto the wall, shattering it into bits that scattered on the floor. His wrath wasn’t subsiding, though. He then furiously launched hits at his punching bag. The whole building was shaking at the shockwaves that his punching produced. His precise movement and enormous strength with which he was hitting made it evident that had the bag been human, there would be no more life left in it. During this unbelievably intense moment, my friend’s wits came back to her, and she thought of a way to prevent things from escalating. She got off the bed to her feet and silently said his name in a calm manner. “Philip?”, in response to which he stopped his punching and looked at her. His chest was heaving from deep breaths, and his pumped up muscles were covered with sweat. She approached him carefully, barely containing her shivering, knowing full well that he might lunge at her. This time, however, she had gotten to know him a bit. She took his large hand and brought him to one of the mirrors. The blood was coming back to his cock at the sight of his own reflection. In that moment, he was a personification of power - a god of strength and beauty. Every muscle fiber was bursting on him. He was enormous, bigger than life. He wanted to turn around towards her, but she stopped him from doing that, lest he get some new ideas. She stood behind him so that his frame would completely eclipse her from the mirror. Only her hands were visible because she was caressing his muscles gently. He realised that it felt good that his god-like body is finally receiving some worshiping. His dick was insanely hard now. He looked at himself as the petit female hands were passing over the massive landscape of his sculpted V-shaped torso. He flexed his arms and allowed my friend to feel the enormity of power emanating from his hard lats, triceps, and biceps. He knew that nothing could stop him in this moment if he went on a rampage, but getting some love and appreciation for the body he had painstakingly built over the years felt much more rewarding. He could no longer contain himself. His breathing and his twitching stiff cock became a signal of the fact that he could no longer fight his sexual urges. My friend realised that, so she jerked him off. When he laid down on the bed, she gladly sucked him because she was relieved. He came in a torrent of sperm. My friend told me about this with clear fear and disbelief at the events she was describing, but I, for whatever reason, felt like it was the sexiest thing I had ever heard. She says that they are still friends, and I still see his comments on her posts, but she said that that day’s experience is something she is not eager to repeat… I barely contained my breathing as she was describing all of this to me. What did you feel? This is based on true events that happened more than half a year ago. Here is another picture of “Philip”. I hear that he finally understood what a beauty he is, so now he took to modelling.

Next chapter and here's the second illustration my mate "Reeddune" did for me. Feels fitting to include it in this chapter given what AJ is wearing! ? Twenty Five I groaned into AJ’s mouth as his tongue danced with mine and my hand slipped down and gripped on to one of his huge upper arms. Fuck! I was pinned up against his bedroom door. We’d barely been able to keep our hands off each other since we’d entered his house. “FUCK!” I cried as AJ cheekily flexed his arm and the freakish ball of marble-like bicep muscle exploded under my fingertips. Freshly pumped from the gym, it felt even bigger and harder than the last time. I probably could have exploded in my undies right there and then. If AJ hadn’t already confessed how much he loved the effect his flexed muscle had on me, I would known in that moment, anyway, by the smug, excitable look on his face. AJ was clearly getting a huge kick out of how much feeling his flexed bicep wowed and turned on me. “Go to the bathroom for two minutes!” he ordered, with a devilish grin. I gave him a confused but excited grin. “Whyyyy?” I asked suspiciously. “Just do it!!” he cheekily demanded. I kissed him and obeyed his order, highly suspecting that I was going to walk back into the room to find AJ in nothing but his shiny lime green posing trunks (FUCK). I was a little gutted when I returned to find him still wearing his trackies and a vest. I looked around the room and narrowed my eyes. “What was all that about?” He playfully shrugged, wrapped his arms around my back, pushed his huge, pumped, muscle tits into my regular sized chest and kissed me passionately. How could one man turn me on, arouse me and excite me to such a degree that AJ did? Whenever I touched him. Whenever I kissed him. I felt like I was constantly on the verge of exploding with ecstasy. We’d soon switched places, and it was AJ who was up against the door. His vest had come off, most of my own clothes had been removed, and I was bending down so I was faced with his huge, hard dick, sticking out and bulging through his gym trackies. Fuck! I wanted to worship that dick with my tongue. I wanted to make him blow. Harder, faster and more intensely than he’d ever done before. I wanted to make his toe curls. His eyes roll back. His whole body quiver and burst as he exploded in my mouth. I grabbed the waistband of his trackies and gently pulled them down. Instead of being faced with the material of whatever colour boxer shorts AJ had been wearing that day, I was faced with something which made my heart skip a beat; the bright and inexplicably shiny material of AJ Jones’ lime green posing trunks. FUCKING HELL!! I looked up at AJ, wide eyed and excited. His gorgeous, bumpy ab blocks, huge, hanging tits and a smug but oh-so-gorgeous grin staring down at me. As I’d suspected, AJ had banished me to the bathroom so he could take off his underwear and put his posers on. Hiding them under his clothes to surprise me was something I definitely hadn’t predicted him to do. The trunks were so much shinier than I anticipated they would be. Without a doubt, they were the horniest clothing garment I’d ever come into contact with. Much hotter than the leather jeans Andy had been squeezing his big, meaty arse into. I squeezed AJ’s hard on, which was tenting the obscenely shiny posing trunk material and he groaned. I gently took it out of it’s lime green poser wrapper and there it was; the most gorgeous cock I’d ever seen, juddering and sticking out from the ridiculously muscular body of the most beautiful boy I’d ever been with. AJ gave the hottest little groan and sank his fingers into my hair as I put the head of his thick, hard cock in my mouth. As I danced my wet tongue around the rim, I looked up to see AJ in some sort of state of euphoria. It was the sexiest image. Seeing a bodybuilder in posing trunks, freshly pumped from the gym in a state of arousal because of me. I wanted to spend the whole night worshipping AJ and his cock. To make him cum over and over again. I felt him pull back and I looked up to see him still aroused and in a state of bliss, but gently shaking his head as he giddily smirked at me. I knew what it meant; that he was dangerously close to cumming but didn’t want to do so just yet. “Sit on the edge of the bed!” AJ gently ordered. I obeyed, and he followed me. Kneeling down on the floor, he helped me get my trackies and boxers off and began to suck and play with my fully erect cock as I ruffled his hair. I could tell by AJ’s face that he really loved sucking me off. He always made these hot groaning noises too as he did. It was like he couldn’t get enough of it. It was so obscenely fucking sexy. “GRRRRR!” he growled, giving my hard, wet cock a firm squeeze. While I was still perched on the edge of his bed naked, AJ stood up, his expression an insanely hot mixture of determination and arousal. He then adjusted his trunks so that his cock was nestled back in the shiny, lime green pouch of his posers. Oh God, I thought. This is it. He’s gonna fucking do it! He’s actually gonna pose for me! And then he did. The very thing he’d been teasing me about the last few days since I’d confessed how much bodybuilders turned me on. AJ, the posing trunk wearing bodybuilder who I’d not long been kissing, lifted both of his arms up either side of his head and, twisting his gaze from side to side to get a good look at both of his arms, cranked down into a front double bicep. He released an obscenely hot grunt as he did so and his face suddenly contorted into an arrogant and obscenely hot grimace. It was the horniest and most surreal image. A proper bodybuilder flexing just for me! FUUUUCKKK!! AJ looked from his flexed biceps to me, his mouth curling into this sexy, smug little smirk, as I watched on in sheer awe and excitement. He relaxed from the pose, a cheeky, excitable grin on his face. AJ was clearly loving putting on a show for me and showing off his muscle. He then curled his fingers around both of the straps of his shiny green posing trunks, and with his lips pursed, he blasted out a front lat spread pose. “OOOOH!” he outrageously grunted as the lime green straps hoisted up and AJ’s tits jumped and twitched. “FUCK!” I exclaimed, in response. I couldn’t help it. A cocky grin emerged on AJ’s face as he continued to hold the pose and look down at me. He then made the most outrageously cocky move; he cheekily exclaimed, “YEAH!” and animatedly nodded his head. He looked like a man possessed as he played the part of a cocky, flexing bodybuilder. As he twisted to one side and transitioned into a side chest pose, AJ let out the hottest and most inexplicably hot grunt. “EURGH!!” Fuck! I couldn’t hold back any longer. Watching AJ pose in front of me while displaying the cockiest and most animated attitude was such an insane turn on, that I reached for my throbbing hard on and began to wank off. AJ’s eyes widened in surprise and excitement as I did so. “Fuck!” he ushered, at what was suddenly unfolding. AJ spun around and cranked his arms down into a back double bicep with a loud grizzly, grunt, which sounded a bit like, “HRRYEEAHH!” Fucking HELL! I loved how much he was getting into it. It made the whole thing just so much hotter. My eyes were transfixed on one thing only; the big, round gorgeous cheeks which made up AJ’s obscenely beefy arse, spilling out of the shiny, lime green material of his posers. I wanted to do so many things to that insanely hot arse. If AJ would let me. “OOOOOH!” AJ exclaimed as he opened up his back in a back lat spread pose, making it look wider than it ever had. He spun back around to face me, still wearing that excitable and cheeky grin. AJ then stepped closer to me, reached for my left free hand and, with an excited smirk, placed it flat over his stomach. His skin was soft and slightly sticky. I could feel the bumps of muscle underneath, and the ridges which separated them. He then threw both of his arms behind the back of his head and I knew exactly what was coming next. His face transformed into the most outrageously cocky grimace. “HSSSSS!!” AJ cranked down into an abs and thighs pose. His gorgeous, block-like tummy muscles crunched and exploded underneath my hand. I was feeling and touching the hard, flexed abs of a real life bodybuilder. “FUCK!” I cried in response, continuing to wank off. I was so close to cumming. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold it in any longer. AJ bought his arms back down and, clamping his fists together, cranked down into a most muscular pose with a short, sharp, grizzly growl. His biceps popping, his shoulders looking bigger and rounder than ever and his whole upper body exploding with incredible mass. “Oh God! I’m close!” I cried, as I continued to plunge up and down on my throbbing cock. “Fuck!” AJ exclaimed, excitedly. He reached for my hand again and placed it over one of his upper arms, my fingers gripping the huge, solid, un-flexed muscle. He lifted both of his arms up and then cranked back down into a crab most muscular and I felt his warm, hard, marble-like bicep erupt and explode in my hand. “ARGGHHHH!!” he shouted loudly in my ear as he hit the pose. It was all too much. The attitude. The noise. The exploding bicep underneath my grip. “OH GOD! OH FUCK! ARRRGGGHH!!” Still squeezing AJ’s huge arm with my other hand, I screamed as my cock exploded and thick ropes of cum erupted from the head. I couldn’t stop groaning. I just kept cumming and cumming. The orgasm didn’t seem to stop. “FUCK!!” AJ exclaimed excitedly, while also releasing a few chuckles, when I’d finally stopped. “Oh God!” I panted. I was a mess. A sweaty, heaving, cum soaked mess on a post orgasmic high. I started laughing too and buried my head into AJ’s abs as he placed his hands around my back. I looked up at him. He was beaming down at me. I could tell he was still on a high from having someone cum over his flexing muscles. “Fuck!” he said, shaking his head. “That was so hot!!” I melted and grinned back at him. And then something else stole my attention. AJ was tenting his lime green posers. I grabbed the straps and pulled them down. Now it was AJ’s turn to blow his load. He groaned loudly as I swallowed his cock. I don’t really know what came over me in that moment. Just as AJ had turned into an animal when he’d been stood over me hitting pose after pose and flexing his muscles with attitude, I’d turned into some kind of horn crazed beast, determined to make the beautiful bodybuilder before me cum as hard and fast as possible. It didn’t take AJ long to give me exactly what I wanted. “I’m gonna cum!! Noah! OH GOD! ARGGHHHH!! AHHHHHHH!!” AJ shouted as he exploded in my mouth. I loved how he called out my name just before he came. Just as he’d done the first time. “That was one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had!” AJ exclaimed, once he’d collapsed on the bed next to me and wrapped me up in a cuddle. “FUCK!” he added, like he couldn’t quite believe how good it was. AJ’s huge chest was heaving up and down as he tried to catch his breath. I giggled as I gripped his waist and tangled my ordinary sized legs with his thick thighs. “So … how was the posing?” he asked. “Hmmm!” I said, in a jokey, unenthusiastic manner. “It was okay, I guess!” I said, playfully shrugging. I looked at AJ and gave him a knowing grin and he squeezed me tight and grinned back. “I think you could do with a bit of practice, though!” I added. His eyes playfully widened. “Oh, really?!” “Mmmm. You could be a lot cockier for a start. And a lot noisier!” “Okay, I actually don’t know whether you’re still joking now!” AJ said, grinning, I squeezed his waist and gave him a reassuring grin. “I fucking LOVED it!” His mouth curled into an adorable, dreamy grin. “I kinda got that impression! I loved it too, by the way. And seeing your reaction. FUCK!” “Yeah?” I asked, biting my lip. “Mmmm. Seeing you crazy over my muscles! GRRRRR! Just makes me wanna get bigger. And more shredded!” FUUUUUCK!! “I would one hundred per cent support that!” I said. AJ giggled. “You know you could have just asked to feel my biceps weeks ago? I would have let you!” I pulled a face. “As if I would have had the NERVE to do that!” “Well, that guy in the toilets of the pub did!” That guy in the toilets isn’t falling in love with you, I thought. “Don’t feel like you have to stay yes, but … how would you feel about staying over tonight?” AJ asked me. Fuck! My heart expanded in my chest. “Isn’t your mum coming back later?” I asked. AJ shrugged. “Yeah! She won’t think anything of it, though. She’ll probably ask us if we’re having a sleepover!” he said, rolling his eyes. I laughed. I could just imagine AJ’s mum saying that to us. “I’d love to!” I said, looking at AJ lovingly. He dreamily smiled at me and gave me a squeeze. “Mmmmm! Will be nice to wake up with you! My mum and Andy go to work really early too. And I get pretty horny in the morning!” I raised one eyebrow and grinned at him. “Oh, by the way. I haven’t said this to you yet, but you have a really hot arse!” I said. AJ’s eyes widened in surprise and he chuckled. “It’s been said before!” he said cheekily. “Yours is cute too, by the way!” For some reason, his statement really surprised me. I furrowed my eyebrows. “Have you been checking out my arse?!” I asked playfully, thinking about that very first time we’d been reunited in Tesco when I’d been doing that very thing with AJ. He mischievously grinned. “A couple of times! It looks especially good in your gym trackies! It’s really cute and pert!” Then he reached his hand around and gave one of my arse cheeks a gentle squeeze and my body tingled. “Well, yours is … FUCK! For a start, it’s HUGE!” I said. AJ beamed at me in response. “And also looks good in your gym trackies. And your work trousers. And your shorts. And your painted on jeans. And your shiny, lime green posers! And … OK, it pretty much looks hot in EVERYTHING!” AJ laughed. “Mmmmm!” he said, squeezing me. “Do you think we could just stay in bed for the rest of the week? Fuck Tesco’s. Fuck the Leisure Centre. Fuck Scorpio’s. Actually, maybe not Scorpio’s. I’d lose all my muscle. And then I wouldn’t be a bodybuilder!” I didn’t really think about what I said next. If I had, I may not have said it. “I’d still like you just as much!” I told him. And I very much believed that I would. As soon as I’d said it I felt sheepish. AJ furrowed his eyebrows slightly, like he wasn’t really sure whether to believe me, but the corner of his mouth curled into this cute little grin, and neither of us said anything more about it. AJ had been right about his mum. She’d been fine with me sleeping over. Being in AJ’s bed with the lights off, cuddling up to him under the duvet while my legs wrapped around his and he held me in his arms, being completely engulfed by his mass and his incredible scent, I couldn’t remember a time when I’d fallen asleep feeling happier or more content. But when I woke up at around five am the next morning, still in AJ’s bed but untangled from him, everything silent and still, I suddenly felt this crushing anxiety. Because I knew that whatever was happening in that moment with me and AJ wouldn’t last. That there were only so many weeks left of the summer, and then I would be going back to university, where I wouldn’t get to see AJ every day. And then, lying awake, staring at AJ’s back as he slept next to me, my thoughts started spiralling, and I couldn’t seem to stop them. I wondered whether me and AJ could make it work once I’d gone back to London. Maybe I could come back every weekend, or AJ could come down and visit me, when he could get the time off work, obviously. But would it be the same as what we had now? And would AJ even want to try and make it work? And even if he did, what would happen in a years time when I’d graduated? I’d been certain of what I wanted to do when that time came for so long. I was adamant that I wanted to get a job in publishing. That was why I was doing an English Literature degree. That was why I’d applied to do a number of work experience placements at publishing houses at the beginning of the summer, none of which I’d heard back from. And almost all of those jobs were in London. Being anywhere else, moving back to Little Denton, it had never been an option. But where would that leave me and AJ? Should I give it all in to be close to him? Could I persuade him to move to London? Would he even want to? He had his life here in Little Denton. His jobs. Scorpio’s. And all of his friends and family were here. It wasn’t like I could just really ask him, either. Just a few weeks earlier he’d been terrified to even admit that he had feelings for me. And even now we were sort of together, he wouldn’t let me tell anyone. Not even my best friend. Asking him if he’d maybe move half way across the country just to be with me would probably guarantee that he’d run for the hills and never want to see me again. I wanted so much in that moment to stop time. Or somehow make it so the summer just repeated on a loop, over and over again. I wanted to be twenty years old forever, lying next to the boy who made my heart want to burst and my head want to explode. The sweetest, most wonderful boy, who excited, aroused and turned me on more than anyone I’d ever met. I finally managed to drift off back to sleep. When I woke up a few hours later, AJ’s arm was tightly wrapped around me, his scent more powerful than ever, those early morning anxieties had faded and all of those questions were now buried somewhere deep at the back of my head. I didn’t know what was going to happen, or what would become of us, but there was one thing in that moment that I knew for sure. That I’d fallen in love with AJ Jones.

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!”...

Thanks for the awesome comments, guys! ? While we're on the subject of the Netflix series, I definitely think this guy is the best candidate for AJ! Just er...imagine that's a male hand wrapped round his neck in the first pic! ? This one's for you, Noah... ?

Oh yeah baby! THIS IS MY DREAM ?? Hoping there will be a real TV series on Netflix about it ??

Twenty One I just wanted to stay lying on AJ’s bed forever. With my head resting on his huge chest, my legs wrapped around his and my arm stretched across his midsection while I gripped his waist and felt his gorgeous bubbles of ab muscle underneath my skin. I looked at the assorted pictures of muscle freaks on AJ’s bedroom wall. Blaine Holton, Chris “Freaky Peaks” Jackson and AJ, himself, shredded and tanned and cranking out an insane crab most muscular pose in his shiny lime green posing trunks. I couldn’t believe that I’d just had sex with that very bodybuilder. That I’d just made him cum. That his arm was now wrapped tightly around me and I was resting my head on those very pecs he was proudly and cheekily showing off on a bodybuilding stage. AJ kissed me gently on the forehead, then just rested his lips against it. Everything felt perfect in that moment. I had no worries, no doubts and no anxieties as to what might happen next. It was just me and AJ, basking in our own private heaven. When I lifted my head up, AJ was smiling down at me with such affection. This ecstatic little grin. I felt like I was his. And it was the most intoxicating feeling. “Hello!” he playfully and cheekily said. “Hey!” I replied. AJ bit his lip, and his mouth curled into an even bigger grin that seemed to fill up half of his face. He squeezed me just a little bit tighter and I gripped his waist tighter in response. My stomach pressed up against his side. My leg on top of his. I wanted to just melt into his skin. I couldn’t believe where I was. What I was doing. Half an hour before I was sitting in AJ’s bathroom having what felt like some sort of a breakdown and wondering whether I was ever going to see him again. Now I was pressed against his naked body, his arm wrapped tightly around me. “What ya thinking?” AJ asked, still grinning, and obviously sensing that something was going through my head. I coyly grinned in response. “Dunno! I just … can’t quite believe this is actually happening!” He gave an adorable little sigh and looked at me with his loving smile. “I know,” he said. Then his eyes opened wide in a comical fashion. “We’re naked!” he exclaimed. I grinned like crazily and he squeezed him tighter still. A million questions were racing through my head. Looking at me the way he was, AJ no longer looked even remotely scared or nervous. I couldn’t imagine a more perfect time to ask him what I wanted. “Can I ask you a question?” I said, still a little wearily. His mouth erupted into this goofy, adorable, knowing grin. It was like he’d expected it. “Hmmmm!” he replied in a teasing tone. “Was that … a new thing for you?” “Mmmm. New-ish!” AJ replied, wincing, but still grinning. He inhaled and exhaled and I felt his chest heave up and down beneath me. “You’re my second guy!” he confessed. It was completely unexpected, but I felt a sharp stab of disappointment at AJ’s confession. I guess somewhere deep down I’d been hoping that I would be his first. “Could you tell?” he then adorably asked, biting his lip. “NO!” I reassured him, even though I had been able to a little. He gave me a cute, knowing little grin in response. I think he knew that I wasn’t being completely honest with him. “Soooo … are you gay?” I asked, a little cautiously. He pulled a face. “Ummm. I don’t think so? I mean, I’ve always liked girls. I still do. I think?” He didn’t look really so sure. And then his expression changed. He didn’t look nervous. Just a little pensive. “I’m guess I’m still trying to work it all out.” I looked at AJ and gave him a reassuring smile. I didn’t care what he was. Gay. Bi. Confused. All that mattered was how he made me feel. How it felt like my insides were exploding every time he was near me. How completely amazing it was to be touching him and looking at him in the way that I was. I leant into his face and kissed him gently. God, I loved kissing him. Even though my mouth was kind of dry. I didn’t care. I would have kissed him a hundred times more over the chance of having my mouth feel normal again. “So … this other guy!” I playfully said, with one eyebrow raised. He bit this lip. “Yeeeah?” he asked teasingly. “You don’t tell have to tell if you don’t want to!” He was smiling back at me playfully. “It was last summer!” he explained. “About a week before a show.” Fuck! It was absurd given what had just happened, but I was instantly jealous. Some lucky fucker had been with AJ while he’d been in shredded competition condition. “And it was at Scorpio’s!” he confessed, with a little, mischievous smirk. My eyes widened in shock. Fuck! Was AJ about to confess that he’d had impromptu sex with another bodybuilder in the changing rooms of the notorious hardcore bodybuilding gym he‘d been taking me to? “No way!” I replied. He gave me a little nod and had a mischievous and excited look on his face. “Where?!” I asked. He pulled an “eeeek” face. “In the showers!” “That was a bit risky!” I exclaimed. AJ did one of his cute, little giggles. “Well it was a Saturday night so the gym was pretty dead! And, well … it wasn’t exactly a planned thing!” he explained. “So what happened?” “Mmmm. Well it was this random guy. I’d never seen him in the gym before!” “Bodybuilder?” I asked, my voice cracking. “No! He was fairly big though!” My stomach twisted a little. Because how could I compete with a guy like that? “He gave me a few looks when I was training but I’m kinda used to that, so I thought nothing of it! Anyway, afterwards I took a shower, and he came in after me and started talking to me. Just about supplements and stuff. And he said I looked good. But I didn’t think anything of it. It was just regular gym talk! So I was telling him about this supplement I was taking that was giving me these crazy pumps and the next thing I knew he was asking me to flex and then he started feeling my bicep. It all just felt really friendly at first. But then, I dunno … the atmosphere sort of changed. And I remember looking down and he had this massive hard on! I didn’t know what the fuck was happening. Then he started touching my other bicep. And then my pecs. And I suddenly started to get hard too. I thought it was maybe just the roids I was on? But, I dunno. I liked him touching me. Really liked it. And the next thing I knew, he was kneeling down, and then he was … sucking me off! I remember putting my hand on his head, feeling his hair, and it just felt right? And afterwards he hugged me. Just for about five seconds. But I remember wanting that hug to last longer. To just kinda stay like that with him for a while.” He looked a little sheepish as he confessed that last part and his cheeks flushed a little. Hearing that just made me want to fucking melt. I squeezed him and dreamily grinned at him and he gave me this adorable, coy, little grin in response. “Did you see him again?” I asked. “Only once!” AJ replied. “A few weeks after it happened he came into the gym. I kinda freaked out and left!” he explained. I couldn’t help detect a slight hint of sadness in AJ’s voice at that particular confession. “Is that really bad?” he asked, wincing and looking at me nervously. It felt like he was worried I would judge him. I smiled and shook my head. “No! You were scared. I completely get it!” His face softened. “I think it’s like you said last week. About knowing in the back of your head that you like guys, but not really wanting to face up to it? I think the fact I always thought I liked girls just made the whole thing more confusing. I thought that maybe if I just ignored it, I wouldn’t have to deal with it? So I did for a while. But then … I dunno, I started thinking about what happened with that guy. A lot! And finding myself more attracted to lads. And I think I finally just thought to myself, is it really that big of a deal if I’m attracted to guys too? And I’ve thought about doing stuff. I’ve seen guys at the gym who I think might be into lads. And I’ve thought about talking to them. I’ve even thought about going on one of those gay dating apps. But … I dunno. It all seemed a bit scary!” I gave him a reassuring smile and squeezed his waist. “And then … you came along!” AJ said, biting his lip and giving me this adorable, sheepish little look. I couldn’t help but giddily grin, while gazing at him. “So … when did you know?” I asked. His mouth erupted into a cheeky grin. “That I liked you?” My heart fluttered like crazy. Just hearing him say the words. That he liked me. Fuck! I nodded. He took another deep breath. “Ummm … I think it was when we started messaging each other on Facebook? Every time you messaged me, even just seeing your name on my screen, I’d get really excited. And then … I just found myself thinking about you. A LOT! And then, whenever I was with you, I’d just start having all these thoughts. And … urges!” he said, playfully raising one eyebrow. “Urges?” I cheekily asked. “What kind of urges?” I teased. Suddenly I was rock hard. My dick digging into the side of one of AJ’s thick thighs. He gave me a little squeeze. “Like I wanted to kiss you!” AJ said. I leant in and we kissed again. The most amazing kiss. “And other stuff!” AJ cheekily added with his eyebrow raised. “You know what you were saying last week?” AJ asked. “About really liking someone. When you can’t stop thinking about them? All that stuff about feeling butterflies. That’s how I feel about you.” Fuck! Fuck, fuck, FUCK! “I was kinda talking about you too!” I confessed, feeling those fuck off massive butterlies more than ever. “That was risky!” he said. “I think the alcohol made be brave!” AJ chuckled. “You must have had an inkling that I liked you, though?” “Ummm. Actually I didn’t! Well … not since what happened on Saturday. Hmmm. Maybe last Thursday?” AJ bit his lip. “The leg thing?” he cheekily asked. I nodded, feeling excited that we were broaching the subject. “I dunno what came over me!” AJ said. “I was just … GRRRR … dying to touch you. I think I was kind of hoping you’d react? ” “I didn’t know what was happening!” I explained. “I mean, the idea of you liking me. It’s pretty fucking crazy!” “Why?!” AJ asked, sincerely. “Ummm … HOT BODYBUILDER!” I exclaimed looking him and down. I felt a jolt of excitement at being able to describe AJ to him in that way. I never thought I would. AJ beamed and laughed in response. “Plus, I just kept telling myself you were straight!” I explained. “So … same question to you!” AJ said. “When did you know you liked me?” “Erm … I think it was the Facebook messages too,” I replied. I didn’t really feel like admitting to AJ that I’d been pretty much obsessing about him since the afternoon we’d bumped into each other at Tesco. Or that I’d been wanking off to pictures of him in competition that very same day. I felt like I needed to give him something a bit more though, even if it wouldn’t be the whole picture. “Although …” I began, feeling brave. AJ smirked, like he knew what I was about to say next. “I did kinda fancy you a bit before then!” AJ was suddenly beaming. The big, smug grin. “Yeah?” he excitedly said, raising an eyebrow. I playfully rolled my eyes. “Ummm … YEAH!” He did one of his cute, little giggle in response. “Could you not tell?” I asked, my stomach twisting just a little. “A little!” he said with a mischievous grin. I sheepishly grinned back and felt my cheeks flushing. So he had known all along. Fuck! “I thought maybe it was just the body?” AJ said. “Hmmm. Well that was part of it! But … it wasn’t just that!” I confessed, suddenly feeling a little shy. He gave me a little squeeze and continue to dreamily grin at me. “It was the waddle too!” I added. AJ gave a short, sharp laugh in response, and my chest fluttered. The way it always did when I made AJ laugh. “So …” AJ began, lightly rubbing my arm with his hand. He suddenly looked serious. “Is what we’re doing OK here?” I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. “In what way?” “Well … aren’t you kinda seeing Eddie? I know you said you didn’t “like like him”, but I don’t wanna step on anyone’s toes!” The fact that that was a concern for AJ spoke volumes. “I honestly think of Eddie as more of a friend. And I know I said he likes me! But I’ve seen only seen him, like three times?” AJ’s expression softened and his moth curled into a happy little grin in response. “He definitely likes you!” he said. “I can tell.” And then he looked serious again. “And I’m sorry about just storming off on Saturday. Seeing you with him. I dunno … it just did something to me. It wasn’t just the kissing, either. It was before then. Just seeing you two together.” I remembered how AJ had seemed bothered about something in the lead up to him leaving, whilst I’d been chatting to Eddie. I squeezed his back with my hand. It was completely absurd that AJ would think that he’d have anything to worry about where Eddie was concerned. As nice of a guy as Eddie was, my feelings for AJ were completely incomparable. “Eddie’s really nice. But …” and then I leant in and softly kissed him. I wanted to say, “He’s not you,” but the kiss seemed to be enough. “So ... did you buy me the hoodie?” I said, teasingly. AJ looked sheepish but grinned. “Kinda!” “And it wasn’t really your friend’s birthday on Saturday was it?” “I just really wanted to see you again. And … I guess I was kind of hoping something might finally happen?” AJ confessed. I dreamily grinned at him and gently kissed him. I was rock hard again. “Mmmmm!” AJ said as my hard on dug into the side of his thigh. We squeezed each other tighter. As I sunk my head into AJ’s thick bull neck, he gripped my rock hard dick and squeezed. I groaned into his trap muscle and gripped his back with my hand. As he worked his hand up and down my cock, I unburied my head and look down at the obscenely muscular body I was pressed so tightly up against. I put my hand on AJ’s right thick pec. The place where the emblem of his Scorpio’s gym hoodie usually sat, and the place where the name badge had been pinned that very first time I ran into him a month before. I smiled as I remembered that very encounter. How I’d been shocked at how huge my old friend from school had become. How outrageously big his arms were and how his massive tits had strained and bulged through the material of his work shirt. And now I was touching those same tits, before moving my hand to those very huge arms and giving them a squeeze, while the owner of them played with my cock. My nose rubbed against AJ’s, and then we were kissing again. Mouths locked and tongues intertwined. The most passionate kiss as I gripped and squeezed onto his phenomenally thick, hard as rock arms, and AJ bought me ever closer to cumming, until I couldn’t contain it any longer. Still kissing AJ, taking in his unique scent, feeling his huge, hard mass against me, his warm, soft, sticky skin on mine, I released loud muffled groans into his mouth as I gripped his enormous upper arms and my whole body exploded with ecstasy.

Ohhhhhhh yeeeeaaaaah!!! What a wonderous payoff mate! ??? And who knew that "pretty please with a most muscular on top" would have such a stunning result!? ? 'Spose a big side chest might get us some AJ nude posing and Noah worship action? ?

I hate you, Clayton James.... It is a kinda cruel, you are teasing me.... !!! I want more.... we want more!!!

Second half of chapter 19. Deep breath! Kinda nervous about this one but I'm not sure why! -------- I decided in that moment that as soon as I got home I would swallow my pride and message AJ again. I couldn’t risk losing what we had. Even if it meant ignoring his drunken confessions. I would make AJ talk to me. I just wanted what we had back. And I wanted to see him again so badly. Little did I know that he’d already beaten me to it. My heart blew up in my chest and my stomach somersaulted when I saw those words I loved so much on the screen on my phone; AJ Jones has sent you a message. “OMG! Have you heard about the latest episode of AJ and Noah In The Land of Beef?” I looked at the message. I’d never felt such a mixture of emotions. I was happy, elated even, that AJ had finally messaged me back. That we were apparently back to our usual, cheeky, funny Facebook messages. But I also couldn’t help feeling an almost crippling disappointment. Not to mention confusion. Was AJ really just going to completely ignore the fact that he’d all but confessed that his feelings for me weren‘t strictly platonic? “Oooh, no! What happens?” I typed, playing along. A few seconds pause, then three dots. “AJ adopts some kind of superpower which makes everyone he meets wanna grab and squeeze his biceps!” My disappointment faded, and in it’s place, I felt a giddy warmth as I pictured the scene from a few nights before when that incredibly lucky stranger had felt and squeezed one of AJ’s flexed bicep in the toilets of the bar. “Sounds like an awesome episode!” I messaged, while dreamily grinning into my phone. The way I often did when I was messaging AJ. “Apparently it was inspired by recent true events!” he then messaged. Something twisted in my stomach. Nerves, but also excitement, that AJ was recalling the events of our night out. Was there any possibility that this was going to lead to AJ explaining why he left? And maybe then to the drunken Facebook messages I’d received early the next morning? I typed a message. “It was a good night!” But then I erased it straight away. ARGGHH! I really wanted to try and push the subject, but I was terrified. Because what if AJ didn’t reply? What if he disappeared on me again? Ignored my messages like he had done for the past day and a half? I wasn’t sure I could go through that torment again. I had to write something. But I had no idea what. My brain tried to scramble for something funny. Something cheeky and muscle related. But I was drawing blanks. Because I was unable to say the things I really wanted to say. The questions I was dying to ask AJ. I stared at my phone. No dots. None of us were typing anything. An awkward silence seemed to be hanging in the air. And then a lifeline. Three dots. AJ was typing another message. And what that message consisted of caused an excitement to furiously surge through my whole body. “Hey. Are you free tonight?” YES, YES, FUCKING YES!! I felt like I was going to combust. Because after a day of fearing that I may never hear from AJ again, it now looked as if I was going to see him that very evening. “Yeah! Why?” I replied. And then a pang of nerves twisted in my stomach. Because I wasn’t just going to see AJ again. I was going to see AJ for the first time since his drunken Facebook messages. I wasn’t particularly that keen on the idea of going to Scorpio’s that evening. But if that was what it took to see AJ again, then I would just have to go. In truth, I probably would have agreed to do anything or go anywhere just for the chance to see him again. I would never have predicted what AJ was about to message next. “I’ve got the house to myself. Fancy coming round?” GOD YES. A THOUSAND TIMES YES!! “Sounds good!” I replied, while my insides felt like were exploding. “Maybe this time we’ll give the alcohol a miss?” AJ messaged. And then he sent the thing I loved so fucking much. That cute little AJ emoji. Almost as cute as the boy I’d named it after. My body couldn’t seem to decide how it wanted to react to AJ’s invitation. I was excited and elated at the fact that I was going to see AJ again. That I was going round to his house and that I was, no doubt, going to be perched on his bed again, sitting close up to the huge, gorgeous bodybuilder I was completely besotted with. But I was also incredibly nervous. Because it was the first time I was going to see AJ again since our eventful night out, and the Facebook messages that had followed. On the walk to AJ’s house, a dozen questions were going through my head. Would things be awkward between us after what had happened? Would AJ be exactly the same as he was before? Would we talk about the night out again? Would I feel nervous doing so? And what was the likelihood that the subject of AJ’s drunken confessions were going to come up in conversation? Would he mention it? Would I have the nerve to mention it? Was AJ expecting to me to bring the subject up? A part of me wanted to. A massive part. But another part of me also just wanted things to carry on exactly the same way as they were. Before I’d left for AJ’s, I had grabbed my bright blue Scorpio’s hoodie in a spontaneous moment of bravery, careful to hide the logo on the chest from my mum on the way out of the house. It was a little mad, but even just walking along the street wearing a hoodie with the name and logo of a genuine hardcore bodybuilding gym gave me a rush. My heart was pounding as I stood on AJ’s doorstep. Even more than it had the very first time I’d been stood there a few weeks before on our first trip to Scorpio’s. As soon as AJ opened the front door, and we were face to face for the first time in two days, my nerves seemed to diminish dramatically, and I was filled with the all too familiar rush of happiness of being in the presence of the impossibly gorgeous, competitive bodybuilder I had spent the past month falling for. AJ was wearing his Scorpio’s Gym hoodie too, which I kind of fucking loved. He looked as insanely sexy as he always had. Cute button nose, styled hair, rosy cheeks and all. I could tell he was nervous to see me. He even looked a little vulnerable. I wanted so much to just put my arms around him and snuggle into him. Do whatever it took to reassure him that everything was fine between us. Give him whatever he needed to feel like he could act normally around me again. But despite the obvious nerves, I could tell he was pleased to see me. It wasn’t just the fact he was giving me this cute, coy, little grin. I could see it in his whole face. And I couldn’t believe that I was responsible for that happiness. That someone as huge and cute and amazing as AJ was pleased to see me. “Nice hoodie!” he cheekily said to me, as I stepped inside his house and he closed the door behind me. He still looked nervous, but his smile grew just a little bit bigger and more gorgeous. I giddily grinned back at him. “Oh, this?” I said, looking down at the best gift anyone had ever given me. “I just found it lying around. I can’t remember where I got it from!” I said, shrugging. AJ grinned even more, and gently bit down on his bottom lip, the way he often did. The chemistry between us, the amazing buzz I always felt whenever I was with AJ was very much still there. In fact, in that moment, I felt it more than ever. He signalled for me to follow him up the stairs and I obeyed. He was wearing a pair of grey shorts which cut off just above the back of his knees. His tanned calves looked fucking humongous. I was turned on instantly. As we walked into his room and I perched on his bed, I was, once again, suddenly thinking about the events of the past two days. And all of those big questions were bubbling away again. Because surely one of us would at least have to mention the night out? And what had happened afterwards? AJ manoeuvred himself so he was sitting with his feet near mine with his back to the wall. I couldn’t help but stare at his bare shins. He had hardly any hair on his legs, and they were way more tanned than the average lad’s. He really was a proper little bodybuilder. He was also wearing these cute, little, white sports socks which cut off at the ankles, and contrasted with his brown legs, which, for some reason I found unspeakably fucking hot. God, even AJ’s ankles were fucking sexy. Things didn’t so much feel awkward between us. But it definitely felt like there was something hanging over us. Something unspoken, I guess. Like an elephant in the room. “Where’s your mum and Andy?” I asked AJ. “Oh, one of mum‘s workmates is having a birthday thing!” AJ replied. “Why? Disappointed?” he asked with a cheeky grin and a raised eyebrow, referring to my old crush on his step-dad. I sheepishly grinned and rolled my eyes. “Shut up!” I playfully said. “Did your mum question you about the hoodie?” AJ asked, with a mischievous grin. I pulled an “eeeek” face. “I kinda hid the logo from her!” AJ did one of his cute, little giggles. “How is she gonna react when you start blowing up into a muscle freak?” Fuck! As typical whenever AJ talked about muscle in such a hot manner, my dick started to stir and swell under my jeans. I blushed a little, while failing to suppress a huge, giddy grin. “I think she’d actually disown me!” AJ grinned. “Well I’m pretty sure my mum would take you in! She’s used to being around shredded freaks!” And suddenly I wanted nothing more than for my mum to kick me out so I could come and live with AJ. Spend all my time here, mostly sitting on the very bed I was on at that moment. Hanging out and spending time with the gorgeous, funny bodybuilder whose cute little ankles I couldn’t seem to stop looking at. My phone suddenly pinged in my pocket. AJ checked his phone. “Think that was you!” he said. As I reached into my jean pocket, my stomach suddenly lurched. Because what if the text was from Eddie? Fuck. AJ would ask me who it was. And the events of Saturday night would suddenly be bought to the surface. The thing I was partly dreading happening, and partly wanted so badly. I almost felt disappointed when I saw Naomi‘s name on the screen. Curiously, AJ didn’t ask me who the message was from. Maybe he was fearing the exact same thing that I was? “Hmmm. Text from Naomi!” I said casually. AJ nodded, but suddenly looked a little nervous again. And I knew why. Because Naomi had been a part of that evening too. I looked at the text. “Have you heard from AJ yet?” I know it was just a text, but somehow, just having that little piece of my best friend there with me gave me an unexpected bravery. “She really liked you, by the way!” I said, my stomach twisting. Because I was getting close to the subject we had so far been skirting around. Apparently a compliment was all it took to ease AJ’s nerves, which in turn broke the slight awkwardness and eased my own nerves. AJ’s face softened and his mouth curled into an adorable, little grin. “Awww! She’s awesome!” he said, and my heart fluttered. I loved the fact that my best friend and AJ liked each other so much. “I still can’t believe what you did to Reece Miller! I’ll never forget his face when you called him a prick!” AJ was beaming. “Mate, that felt so fucking good! God, I hate that little shit!” he said, referring to my ex best friend. “There was another part of the night I liked better, though!” “Yeah?” I said, my heart beating a little faster. “Yep! Your face when I gave you a most muscular!” I shook my head and smirked. My dick was suddenly stirring and swelling again, not just at the mention of the incident, but the actual memory of it. “You know I’m gonna get you back for that!” I teased. AJ beamed. “Oh yeah?! What are you gonna do?” “I’ll think of something!” I mischievously replied, shrugging. He grinned at me and my whole body filled with an incredible warmth. Because despite whatever was happening, and whatever had happened, it felt like we were back to being us again. Playfully winding each other up and making each other laugh. And yet, it undeniably felt like something had changed. Like there’d been a shift in our friendship. I suddenly thought about what Naomi had said in the pub after AJ had left. “There’s something going on with you two. The way he talks to you. The way he looks at you!” And in that moment, sitting on AJ’s bed, I felt it more than ever. “Fancy watching Dom and Cole?” AJ asked. My heart dropped. Because we were so close to discussing AJ’s Facebook messages. And why he’d left the bar upset. But it clearly wasn’t going to be then. Maybe AJ knew we were close to the subject and wanted to veer away from it too? “Yeah!” I replied, trying not to sound too disappointed. I could barely concentrate as we sat watching the TV screen. I couldn’t stop thinking about what AJ had confessed in his messages. That he’d gotten upset and stormed off because he’d seen me kissing Eddie. All of these questions started to race through my head. What did it all mean? Did AJ like me as much as I liked him? Was AJ even gay? What about the girl he’d told me about from the summer before? I needed to know. I needed answers. But how and when would I get them? When AJ got drunk again and decided to send me another series of drunken messages? And what would we do until then? Carry on as we were, making up cute bodybuilding nicknames for each other, going to Scorpio’s and drinking vodka in his bedroom while watching cartoons? And then something hit me. Everything that had happened with us had been because AJ had made it happen. He had added me to Facebook after our first chance meeting at Tesco when the thought of doing so hadn’t even entered my head. He had been the one to message me first. Something I never would have done because I’d never have believed that a gorgeous, competitive bodybuilder would have wanted to spend his time talking to me. It had been AJ who had invited me to Scorpio’s and suggested I come to his house. AJ had come to meet me and my friends the Saturday before because he had suggested it. And things were now different between us because it had been AJ who had opened up over his drunken, confessional Facebook messages. It had all been because of him. AJ was a doer. AJ made things happen. While I just sat back and let things happen around me, and reacted accordingly. And I realised, that unless he decided to act again, nothing else was going to happen. That I wouldn’t get the answers to any of the questions that were racing through my mind. That I would never get the thing I wanted more than anything. Unless I acted first. I can’t describe what happened to me next. Sitting on AJ’s bed, I suddenly needed to escape. It was all just too much. I felt like my head was going to explode. So, without saying a word to AJ, I slid off the bed, and made a dash to the bathroom. I put the toilet lid down, and sat on it with my head in my hands. I felt like I was having some sort of mini breakdown. Like my emotions were too big for the world. It didn’t necessarily feel bad. Weirdly, I even kind of liked it. It was almost as if I was in a film, and a really important scene was playing out. Or maybe that was just my way of dealing with the situation. Because I knew that whatever was happening, it was big. Monumentally fucking big. I realised in that moment that I couldn’t go on doing what I was doing with AJ. That something had to change. That if he couldn’t give me what I wanted, then I’d probably have to walk out of his house and never look back. And I realised that this time I couldn’t wait for AJ to act. That this time it would have to be down to me. A calmness seem to suddenly come over me at that realisation. I looked around AJ’s bathroom and realised that there was a good chance I would never see it again. Because I had no idea what was about to happen next. I took a deep breathe, and made my way back to AJ’s room. Amazingly, I didn’t feel nervous. Because I knew I had to do what I was about to do. AJ had moved. He was now sitting next to the spot where I’d been sat, with his back against the wall facing the TV. “You okay?” he asked me with a concerned look as I sat down next to him. God. Even just being that close to him. Feeling the warmth of his body next to mine. It was intoxicating. I liked him so much that I just wanted to fall into him and become him. “Yeah,” I replied, perhaps not too convincingly. We were sat closer than ever on his bed. It was probably good that he wasn’t directly facing me. This is it, I thought. There’s no going back. I swallowed hard. My heart started thumping. “So, what exactly happened Saturday?” And suddenly the nerves were back. Suddenly my stomach was twisting. And AJ wasn’t responding. And so I did the thing I had really wanted to do when we’d both been sitting in that very spot the week before, when his leg had been pushed up to mine and he hadn’t moving it away. I nervously turned my head and looked at his face. That gorgeous, perfect face I loved so much. A rare, serious look on it. Part nerves, part fear. It quickly changed as he attempted to relax it. “It’s all a bit of a blur,” he replied. LIAR! I thought. I then felt something I’d never felt for AJ before. Something completely unexpected. Disappointment. Because he remembered enough. I knew he did. I turned away from him again to face the TV head on. “Oh,” I said. “Because in your messages, you said you left the pub because of me? Because of me and Eddie?” I cautiously looked at him again. He looked more nervous than ever. Scared, even. But I could tell that he wanted to tell me what he’d meant. That he wanted to say the words I so badly wanted to hear. I could see it written in his face. I looked down at his body. At his bright red Scorpio’s hoodie. His grey shorts. Those bronzed, hairless shins. His sexy sports socks. His cute little ankles. My leg was so close to AJ’s. I could have easily pushed it into his like he’d done the week before. What would be do? How would he react? Flinch and move it away? Or keep it there? And what would his expression be? What would his face give away? That he felt the same way I did when we were touching each other? That he felt like he wanted to die? I knew that AJ wasn’t going to open up to me that easily. That this was a hard subject for him to talk about. That whatever was happening with him and his feelings was a fuck off massive deal. “So what did you mean?” I asked. My heartbeat quickened as I looked back up at his face. Now more serious than ever. Our eyes locked. His chest expanded out and he took a deep breathe. Almost like he was bracing himself for what might happen when he said his next words. “I think you already know,” he said, softly. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. And there it was. The truth. The amazing, unlikely, unfathomable truth. That AJ Jones, the cute, gorgeous, funny bodybuilder I had spent the past month falling for, had feelings for me too.

OK here's the first half of chapter 19. I still need to do some work on the rest but I wanted to get more of the story posted and it's quite a big chapter so hopefully you guys won't feel too cheated! Nineteen I couldn’t stop staring at AJ’s Facebook messages. “I’m OK. Sorry I just left.” “I just had to get out of there.” “It was because of you.” “Because of you and that guy.” It felt like my heart was about to burst. There it was. Undeniable proof that no matter how crazy and unlikely they seemed, both mine and Naomi’s suspicions were right. There was something going on between me and AJ. Exactly what that was, I still didn’t know. But I knew this; that AJ had seen me kissing Eddie and it had had such a strong effect on him and had bothered him that much that he’d gotten upset and angry and left the bar without saying a word to anyone. I lay awake in bed for hours after reading the messages. My head just wouldn’t stop spinning. I kept going over everything that had happened since I’d bumped into AJ that afternoon in Tesco. Looking for signs that he had feelings for me. I thought about our very first personal training session. How it looked like he’d made an extra special effort in his appearance. How he’d looked disappointed when our session had come to an end. How he’d seemed to backtrack when he’d told me that booking another session would be a waste of time. How he’d likened Mark Green to being the “bodybuilder version” of me, and how I’d thought that it was odd that he’d put that much thought into what I was like. I thought about the first time he’d taken me to Scorpio’s. How he’d looked uncharacteristically nervous when he’d opened his front door to me. I thought about our Facebook messages. How he’d asked me if I’d be his groupie that one time and teased me about taking off his lime green posing trunks and throwing them into the audience at me. How he’d said he’d hold my hand during my first bodybuilding competition the night I was sat up messaging him in Eddie’s bathroom. I thought about the Scorpio’s Gym hoodie he’d gifted me. How he’d said he’d managed to obtain it because he knew the owners of the gym, but then slipped up In the bar and told Naomi and I he’d actually bought it for me. I thought about what his friend, Nathan, said to me about it not being his birthday, even though that was the reason AJ said he’d be in town. I thought about how he’d hugged and kissed everyone in the bar apart from me. Because wouldn’t that mean too much to him? And I thought about how, when his leg had touched mine that night at his while sitting on his bed, he hadn’t moved it. That amazing moment when I felt like I was dying. When the seconds felt more like minutes. I finally managed to switch off my thoughts and drift off to sleep, but when I woke up later that morning, the euphoria I was feeling at AJ’s confessional Facebook messages and just what they meant was tarred by something else; the thought of exactly how I was supposed to respond. And then something else came into my head which filled me with dread; the thought that maybe AJ had regretted sending those very messages. A dozen potential replies to his messages went through my head. “Are you OK?” “Do you want to talk?” “You know you can tell me anything.” But they all sounded so dramatic. Before his drunken confessions earlier that morning, mine and AJ’s messages had never been even remotely serious. And so I played it safe. “How’s the head?” I messaged him, my stomach twisting in nerves as I sent it. But nothing came back. He was probably still asleep, I reasoned. But when hours passed with no reply, I started to feel sick with worry. I feared the thing I had dreaded was true. That AJ regretted his messages. Regretted the whole night, in fact. What if he didn’t want to have feelings for me? What if he found it easier to just suppress or ignore them? And what better way to ignore them, than to ignore me? And then the biggest fear yet came to me. That because of the night before, and AJ’s confessions, whatever we had was now over. That AJ didn’t want to be friends anymore. That he no longer wanted to hang out with, take me to Scorpio’s or send me cute, funny messages. Maybe it was just easier for AJ to forget about me? Just pretend that the past month had never happened? I wondered whether we could just carry on as normal. Pretend like the night before never happened. Just carry on being friends as if AJ had never sent me those messages. But was that what I really wanted? I wasn’t so sure. The only things I knew for sure that was last night had changed things between me and AJ, and I had no idea what was going to happen next. I went to Naomi’s for a few hours that evening. It was her last night in Little Denton and I wasn’t sure if I’d see her again before the end of the summer. “Maybe he’s never had feelings towards a guy before and it’s freaked him out?” she suggested, when I’d told her that AJ wasn’t responding to my message. “Maybe he’s just confused?” I reasoned. “Maybe he can tell I like him and he likes the attention and it’s making him think that he might like me back, when actually he doesn’t?” “Mmmm. You hear about people, though, who just assume they’re straight, and never think any differently, and then one day they meet someone of the same sex and it changes everything! Maybe that’s him?” Naomi suggested. I didn’t tell Naomi this, but a fellow muscle addict had once told me that “no bodybuilder was one hundred percent straight”. At the time I’d thought it was complete bollocks. And probably wishful thinking on his behalf. But maybe there was something in that, or at least where certain bodybuilders were concerned? I’d heard of guys who were only attracted to bodybuilders. They had no interest in regular sized guys. Sometimes they liked them in addition to girls. Maybe that was AJ? He liked girls, but he was also turned on by freaky, shredded muscle? And then I’d come along, and played with his head and confused him. Maybe if it really came down to it, maybe if we actually kissed, he’d realise he didn’t like me at all? That he could never be with a guy in that way? And certainly not a regular sized, non bodybuilding guy like me. I still hadn’t heard from AJ when I went to bed that night. When I woke up the next morning, I frantically looked at my phone, but there was still no message then, either. When my mum asked if I wanted to go with her to visit my nan that afternoon, I jumped at the chance. Anything to take my mind off the fact that AJ was ignoring me. I even left my phone at home, which felt oddly liberating. “You don’t seem like your usual happy self!” my mum said to me on the walk there. “I’m fine!” I protested. “Is it because Naomi’s gone back?” I rolled my eyes in response. “You can always go down and visit her before you go back to uni!” she suggested. “I know!” I replied. Maybe I should, I thought. Maybe it was what I needed. To get away from Little Denton. To get away from whatever was going on with AJ Jones. Maybe I’d deactivate my Facebook profile and go to Brighton? Try and forget about AJ. Make him worry and wonder why I’d suddenly vanished. Even though the only thing I really wanted in that moment was to hear from him. To know that he was okay. To know that whatever we had wasn’t over and that I would see him again. My nan was as happy to see me as she always was. I told her Naomi had been in Little Denton for the weekend. “Yes, they were out boozing at the weekend!” my mum informed her. “I was awake half the night worrying.” “He’s sensible, aren’t you, Noah?” my nan said. My mum scoffed. “I’m not sure about that! That Naomi definitely isn’t!” When my mum went to use the bathroom I was left alone with my nan. I was feeling brave. “Nan, why do you call Naomi my special friend?” She just shrugged and smiled in response. “You know she’s not my girlfriend, right?” Her mouth curled into this really warm, kind, understanding smile. “I know that, dear!” I thought about what my mum had said. Maybe “special friend” really was my nan’s word for gay people? Or however my mum had worded it. “It’s a shame you stopped being friends with that boy,” she said. “The one with the funny name!” Oh God. My stomach twisted at the mention of AJ. I never would predicted what my nan said next. “I think he was a bit of a “special friend” too!” What the fuck?! I was gob smacked. Before I had chance to question my nan, my mum returned. My eyes suddenly watered. I didn’t really know why. I couldn’t believe what my nan had said. Did she know something about AJ that I so badly wanted to be true? Had she known all this time from when we were at school together? I decided in that moment that as soon as I got home I would swallow my pride and message AJ again. I couldn’t risk losing what we had. Even if it meant ignoring his drunken confessions. I would make AJ talk to me. I just wanted what we had back. And I wanted to see him again so badly. Little did I know that he’d already beaten me to it. My heart blew up in my chest and my stomach somersaulted when I saw those words I loved so much on the screen on my phone; AJ Jones has sent you a message.

Thank you for the great feedback as usual, mate!! ? This one was a really fun chapter to write. I fear some readers may have seen the most muscular coming though...hehe! And there *definitely* should be a most muscular emoji! Grrrrr!! Hehe! I'm still waiting for a little posing trunk one with different colour choices! ?

Eighteen “I suppose he’s told you all about this mystery person he keeps on going off to see?” my mum asked Naomi as were heading out the front door. “And who came to pick him up the other day in a car!” she continued. ARGGHH!! “He won’t tell me anything, Naomi! I bet you don’t keep secrets from your mother!” “BYE, mum!” I dramatically said, pushing a giggling Naomi out the door. “For fuck’s sake!” I said as we walked away from my house and made our way to the Little Denton train station. Naomi laughed. “I love your mum! At least she’s cool with talking about that kind of stuff with you. My mum would never ask me about girls!” “Ugh! Wanna swap mums?” I hadn’t heard from AJ since he’d suggested coming to meet us for a drink the day before. All day I had been wondering whether he’d message me and bring up the subject again. Something I was nervous at the prospect of happening. Because, while a part of me had really wanted to hear from him, for the first time ever, another part had hoped that I wouldn’t. When it had got to the evening, I assumed that AJ had either changed his mind about the idea, or that his friends weren’t keen on coming to a gay pub. I wasn’t sure whether I was more disappointed or relieved. What me and AJ had was so special, but it felt like it only existed in Facebook messages, Scorpio’s Gym, his car and his bedroom. We’d created our own little world and those were the spaces it existed in. For AJ to come to a gay pub, to meet my other friends, it felt like it would throw everything off balance. What would he be like in front of Naomi and Eddie? What would I be like? I’d have to create this whole new version of myself, which lay somewhere in between the person I was with Naomi and Eddie, and the person I was with AJ. As I knew they would, Eddie and Naomi got on brilliantly. We were in the bar Eddie and I had been to previously with the two for one cocktails deal. Certain that I wouldn’t hear from him, I had taken my mind off AJ. And then my phone vibrated and all of that changed. Before I even looked at my phone I just knew it was a message from him. “Cookie Monster! We’re coming to meet you. Where you at?” Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I went into a slight panic. I considered ignoring him. Switching off my phone. Because AJ didn’t belong in this world. Because if me, AJ, Eddie and Naomi were ever in the same room the universe would surely implode. “Is that him?” Naomi asked me. She had this sly grin on her face. I bit my lip and nodded anxiously. “What’s up?” Eddie asked as he returned with drinks. Naomi’s grin widened. She was loving this. “Erm … our friend from school says he wants to come and meet us,” I told Eddie. Our friend from school! Naomi was never friends with AJ. “Ahhh, cool!” Eddie replied. “Erm … yeah. Well, it’s that personal trainer guy. Remember the guy I showed you a picture of?” Eddie suddenly looked excited. “The hot, huge bodybuilder guy?” Oh fuck. “Yeah!” I sheepishly replied. I blushed slightly at hearing Eddie describe AJ in such a manner, but I also felt an undeniable rush. “I thought you only saw him that once?” Eddie said curiously. Oh God. “Ummm … no, I see him quite a bit,” I replied, suddenly feeling both nervous, and oddly guilty. “He works at the gym!” I explained. It was the truth after all. Even if it wasn’t exactly why or where I saw him. AJ took a ridiculously long time to arrive. Which was fucking torturous. My stomach was in knots and I was drinking at a faster pace than usual. “Oh my God! Is that him?” Naomi suddenly exclaimed. I turned around, and sure enough, there was AJ Jones, looking bigger and more gorgeous than he ever had. Fuck. His arms were bulging out of a tight, white t-shirt and his absurdly thick legs were squeezed into a pair of light blue jeans that were so tight they looked like they were painted on. Suddenly, all of the nerves seemed to evaporate, and I was filled with this incredible warmth. Because AJ was here. And wherever here was didn’t matter. Even just seeing him again made me feel ridiculously happy. I had wondered whether he might feel uncomfortable or awkward walking into a gay pub. He clearly didn’t. In fact, he looked so extraordinarily confident as he walked towards us. And fucking HELL did he look gorgeous. He was more tanned than he had been the other night. His hair was preened to perfection. His tits were bursting through his t-shirt. And those arms. Those enormous fucking arms! It was so surreal to see him in the setting of a gay pub. He looked like a fucking cartoon. Naomi and Eddie seemed shocked at the sight of him. But it was a good shocked. I actual fucking loved the expressions on their faces. And the fact that AJ had caused them. But it wasn’t just my friends who were reacting to his entrance. It felt like the whole pub was looking at the huge, gorgeous bodybuilder who’d just practically strutted into the pub with a perfectly regular sized, and rather nonchalant looking mate. I couldn’t stop smiling as AJ joined our group. “You remember Naomi?” I said to him. What happened next completely surprised me. AJ put his arm around Naomi and kissed her on the cheek like they were old friends, even though they never had been at school. “And this is Eddie!” And then I was even more surprised, because AJ greeted Eddie in the exact same way. He amusingly responded with an excited and flustered, “Oooh!” that the hot, gorgeous bodybuilder had kissed him. It was absurd, but I felt instantly jealous of Eddie. Interestingly enough, AJ didn’t greet me in the same way. I didn’t get so much as a tap on the shoulder. “Sorry, we went to another pub first!” AJ explained, after he introduced us to his mate as Nathan. “Drinks?” he asked, addressing the group. As he and Nathan went to the bar, I watched a dozen heads turn. People were excitedly whispering and unashamedly staring as AJ waddled through the crowd. I really loved the fact that he was causing such a stir. “He is HUGE!” Eddie exclaimed. Naomi just shot me an amused, knowing smirk. AJ and Nathan came back with a round, then disappeared and quickly came back with a round of shots on top of that. “SHOTS!” he exclaimed, to which Naomi looked especially pleased. I couldn’t believe how confident AJ was. I mean, he was always confident, but never like this. He was more animated too. Whether it was the alcohol or being in the setting of a bar I wasn’t sure. Whatever it was, though, it was like AJ cranked up to ten. It clearly rubbed off too, as Naomi and Eddie seemed to become more lively too in his presence. “I LOVE HIM!” Naomi exclaimed to me not long after. As much as I was enjoying seeing my friends fall in love with AJ, as we all stood around and chatted in a group, I started to crave a bit of one on one time with him. It might sound selfish, but watching him stood in the middle of Eddie and Naomi, a part of me just wanted to take him off somewhere so it could just be the two of us like it normally was. Soon after, he ended up reshuffling so he was stood next time. It was like he’d read my mind. “And why aren’t you wearing your Scorpio’s hoodie?” he leaned in and teasingly said to me. I grinned and playfully rolled my eyes. God. I would have done anything to have kissed him in that moment. Sexy AJ and his bulging biceps and ridiculous chest. Gorgeous AJ and his cute little button nose and heart melting grin. “I wasn’t sure if you were gonna come! So how’s your first gay pub?” “It’s cool!” he said. “Haven’t been mobbed yet though!” I laughed. “You’re getting loads of attention!” He playfully shook his head. “Ugh! I know! I hate it!” And then he wiggled his eyebrows up and down and gave me the most gorgeous and mischievous grin. “Naomi, I hope you’re prepared!” AJ exclaimed. “Because Noah’s gonna be a huge, shredded muscle freak soon!” Oh my fucking GOD! I shook my head and grinned, while blushing slightly. “His arms definitely look bigger!” an amused Naomi said. “They’ll be TWICE as big as that when we’re done! I’ve been teaching him all the bodybuilding lingo! And we’ve picked out a nickname for him!” Naomi nodded and shot me a sly, knowing look. My cheeks were burning. I wanted the ground to swallow me whole. “The Cookie Monster!” AJ exclaimed. “GRRRR!!” I felt so incredibly sheepish, but I couldn’t help smiling. AJ was letting Naomi in on the little world we’d created, and I knew exactly what was going through her mind. How much I loved it. Whatever I had with AJ. And how much I clearly liked him. “And what does your mum think about all of this, Noah?” Naomi teased. I groaned in response. “I need to see your mum!” AJ excitedly exclaimed. “She’s such a legend!” “NO! That is NOT happening!” I said. “Why?” AJ said. “Because she’ll embarrass the fuck out of me!” “What if I just popped round to your house one day without telling you?” “You better NOT!” I exclaimed. AJ playfully shook his head and turned to Naomi. “Honestly! I buy him a hoodie and he won’t even let me talk to his mum!” The statement completely knocked me for six. Wait, AJ bought me the hoodie? What the fuck?! Maybe it was a slip of the tongue, but Naomi was looking at me wide eyed. AJ didn’t seem to register what he’d said and we carried in as normal. When he disappeared to the toilets shortly after, Naomi broached the subject. “He bought you a hoodie?!” she asked. I was so confused. My mind was racing. “It’s just a hoodie from the gym. He said he’d managed to get it for me ‘cause he knows the owners!” I explained. “They do have a shop there though!” Naomi raised one eyebrow, and had this suspicious look on her face. “Hmmm. I dunno!” she replied. “He, just … seems to like you! It feels like there’s something going on between you two!” FUCK! “Did you notice how he hugged and kissed you and Eddie but not me?” I asked Naomi. “Yeah,” she replied. “But you probably wouldn’t do that if you liked someone, would you? It would mean too much to just do it that casually!” My stomach was doing somersaults. Was Naomi right? Could the thing I’d been thinking since the leg incident actually be true? Fuck, fuck, FUCK. AJ came back to the group. “Noah, come with me for two minutes. I just wanna show you something!” I looked at him with a confused look. “What?!” I asked. “Just come with me!” he demanded. What the fuck?! I followed AJ, excited but confused. It was such a fucking rush following him through the bar. So many heads turned at the huge, cute muscle bull bulging out of his tight, white t-shirt. The same huge, cute muscle bull who was with me. AJ led me into the empty men’s bathroom. He peeped round the door to check no one was coming. I had no idea what was going on. “I’ve just got something to show you on my phone!” he said, standing about a foot away from me. He looked down and his hand slipped towards one of his jean pockets, but in one swift movement, he bought both of his arms up to his shoulders, looked at me with the most manic grin, and then bought both of his arms down into a most muscular pose, with a loud, grizzly, “YEEESSS!” OH MY FUCKING GOD!! I didn’t know where to look. Or what to do. I was frozen to the spot. As he’d teased two nights before, in the middle of the toilets of a gay pub, AJ had just surprised me by squeezing a crab most muscular pose right in my fucking face when I had least expected it! An actual bodybuilder, right in front of me, posing just for me, in the cheekiest and horniest way imaginable. “Your face!” he said, giggling. I must have looked horrified because AJ suddenly looked concerned. “Noah, are you OK?” I shook my head. “Ummm … yeah!” I said, trying to regain composure. “You just scared the shit out of me!” It was true. He had scared me. But scared wasn’t the only thing I was feeling. Shock. Amazement. An overwhelming desire for AJ to crank out another pose in my face with that crazy, manic grin and outrageously cocky sound he’d made and to see his muscles bulging under and around the fabric of his t-shirt. FUCKING HELL!! I finally relaxed my face. “You’re a fucking nutter!” I managed to say. AJ giggled. “Told you I’d do it when you least expected it!” he said with a mischievous, proud grin. He clearly loved the fact that he’d made good on his promise and pulled off his outrageously cheeky stunt. Still flustered, I grinned at him back. Because I’d loved it too. So, so fucking much. Amazingly, standing so close together, looking at each other and smiling, sharing a moment, it felt like something was happening again. Time seemed to slow down. The butterflies were going crazy. And I wanted to kiss me so badly it felt like I was going to explode. Two guys came into the toilets and broke the tension. They both clocked AJ straight away. “My God! Your arms are HUGE!” one of them exclaimed, with absolutely no inhibition. I could tell he was a bit of a character. Loud and animated and a little camp. And probably a little bit drunk too. AJ laughed and flashed him a warm, friendly grin. “Can I ask you a question?” the guy said. “How often do you go the gym?” Fuck, I loved it. Just seeing AJ getting attention and people reacting to his muscles. AJ shook his head. “Never been to the gym before in my life, mate!” he replied, with a straight face. The guy laughed. “Can I have a feel?” Oh. My. Fucking. GOD! “Sure!” AJ replied, his mouth curling into an excitable grin and his whole face lighting up. WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?! I felt like I had slipped into an alternative reality as AJ stuck his arm out and curled his fist into a flex and an insane ball of bicep muscle, bigger than I ever would have expected, exploded off his upper arm, and this incredibly lucky stranger before us place a hand around the bulging muscle and gripped it tight. There were so many emotions running through my mind at that moment. Amazed and aroused at seeing AJ’s flexed bicep. Dumbfounded that this stranger had been so bold and brazen as to ask if he could feel his muscles. Impressed at how casual AJ had obliged. Aroused at how he seemed to be loving the attention, and having his muscles felt. And an almost insane jealousy and envy that this complete stranger had walked into the bathroom, and two seconds later was doing the thing I had longed to do since purchasing my very first muscle magazine; feeling the flexed bicep of a genuine, competitive bodybuilder. The stranger’s face fell open in shock and his eyes were transfixed on the flexed bicep underneath his fingers. “Fucking HELL!” he exclaimed. AJ’s grin grew wider in response and then I felt a sudden, strong pang of nerves when AJ briefly glanced in my direction and locked eyes with me. And I knew exactly why. I was terrified of the thought of him being able to read my expression in that moment. Which I’m sure he did, because his smile faded and he was suddenly looking at me with a serious expression, followed by a sheepish little smile. Like he knew what I was thinking. Fuck. It felt like another little shared moment. My stomach twisted and he quickly looked back at the guy feeling his bicep. A thought suddenly flashed in my head. More of an image, of AJ turning to me and saying, “OK, Noah, your turn next!” I wanted it so badly. I wanted to feel that muscle. I wanted to touch AJ in an intimate way. But at the same I didn’t. Because I was terrified of what my response would be, and what my expression would give away, if it hadn’t already. “That is bonkers!” the stranger said, releasing his grip on AJ’s bicep. They exchanged names and gave each other a little hug, then me and AJ exchanged knowing, amused smirks at what had happened as we walked out of the toilets. “Guys here are so friendly! I might have to come here again!” he said, as we walked back to the group. Meanwhile my head was still spinning at what I’d just witnessed. “I’ve just been felt up in the toilets!” AJ outrageously announced to everyone as we returned to our friends. “I’m not surprised!” Eddie exclaimed. “OK, there’s a guy over there,” Naomi said. “And I’m pretty sure it’s Reece Miller!” My stomach lurched. “Oh no! Really?!” I asked. “FUCK! OFF!” AJ replied, spinning his head around to where Naomi was looking. But while I was nervous at the prospect of seeing my ex best friend from school who’d outed me to everyone in Year 11, for the first time in years, AJ seemed excited. I looked to where Naomi was directing my attention to, and sure enough, it was Reece. My stomach twisted at the sight of him. “Who’s Reece Miller?” Eddie asked. “A little fucking PRICK!” AJ exclaimed. My heart fluttered. I loved how much AJ hated Reece. “My ex best friend from school. I told him I was gay and he told the whole school!” “What?!” Eddie exclaimed. “Why’s he so orange?” Naomi asked. “Think he’d be surprised to see us together?” AJ asked mischievously. I smirked in response. “Noah, come on!” AJ said, signalling for me to follow him. “What?!” “We’re just gonna have a little chat with him!” AJ said, firmly. “NO WAY!” I exclaimed. “Come ON!” he said forcefully. Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! I couldn’t not go. Even though I was nervous as hell. But I had to admit, I was kind of excited too. I had no idea what AJ was about to do. So I followed him towards my ex best friend. “Reece Miller!” AJ said in an animated, overly friendly fashion as we closed in on him. Reece and the guy he was with looked surprised at the. Reece and the guy he was with looked shocked at the sight of AJ. “AJ Jones from school!” AJ said. Reece didn’t seem particularly impressed with the fact that AJ had morphed into a muscle bull. He briefly gave him a quick, fake smile, before it faded and a brief look of judgement and disdain fell on Reece’s face, which he failed to mask. Almost like he was looking down on AJ. I felt a sharp pang of hatred towards him in that moment. How fucking dare he look at AJ at that way? “You remember Noah?” AJ asked. Reece looked at me. He nodded and his mouth curled into smile. I couldn’t help noticing there was a sly, smugness about it though. Like he still got a kick out of what he'd done to me at school. “Yeah! Of course!” Reece said. “This is David!” he said, signalling to the guy standing next to him. On first impressions, David seemed nice enough. Way too nice to be hanging out with a little bitch like Reece. “Weren’t you two best friends at one point?” AJ asked. Oh God! I suddenly felt nervous. Reece looked surprised at the question and gave a slightly awkward, forced smile. “Yeah, you were. I remember!” AJ continued. “Didn’t Noah confide in you that he was gay and then you went behind his back and told everyone at school?” OH MY GOD! I was shocked. Everything suddenly felt really awkward. Reece and his mate were speechless. Reece’s mouth actually hung open for a little while. AJ then turned to David and put his hand on his shoulder. “Yeah! Your boyfriend’s a fucking PRICK, mate!” And then he confidently and casually strode off, with me in tow, leaving an embarrassed and clearly outraged Reece behind. My heart was bursting in my chest. Fuck. I’d loved what AJ had done so much. It had been so fucking slick and smooth, and he’d been so confident and ballsy. But it wasn’t just the way he’d done it, but the fact that it had all been for me. It felt like I had my very own hero. A knight in shining armour. Or should that be a knight in shining posing trunks? I’d never felt that Reece had gotten his comeuppance for what he did to me. Sure, I’d confronted him and shouted at him. My mum had stormed round his house, too and shouted at his mum. But nothing had ever really happened after that. I’d never gotten the impression that he’d ever felt particularly guilty for outing me and causing me months of hassle at school, either. He definitely hadn’t shown any sort of remorse. And now he’d been exposed and humiliated in front of either a boyfriend, friend or date by the hottest guy, probably to ever set foot inside the bar. I couldn’t help thinking how much my mum would love to hear about how AJ had humiliated him, too. “That was fucking AWESOME!” I said to AJ as we walked back to the group. He turned around and flashed me one of this warm, gorgeous, coy grins. And in that moment, my feelings for him felt bigger than ever. “AJ’s a bit of a character!” Eddie said to me when AJ and Naomi went to get another round of drinks. “Yeah. Just a bit!” I said, grinning. “And you were right. He is pretty hot!” Oh God. I suddenly felt nervous. I had completely forgotten that I’d described AJ that way, back on my second date with Eddie after my personal training session with AJ, before we’d really started to get to know each other again, before all the cute, funny Facebook messages, the trips to Scorpio’s and the nights in at his. I nervously smiled at Eddie, trying to play it cool. If only he knew how I really felt. AJ and Naomi came back shortly afterwards with another round of shots. I remember looking at the two of them in that moment, getting on so well and feeling this incredible sense of warmth towards them both. My best friend Naomi and my old slash new friend AJ. Both so incredibly special to me. I couldn’t think of any two people I would have rather been with in that moment. Up until that point it had been such an awesome night. AJ joining us and completely making the evening what it was. Him and Naomi getting on so well. The way he’d confronted Reece Miller. The most muscular he’d squeezed in my face in the toilets (FUCK!) and the lucky stranger who’d felt one of his flexed biceps shortly afterwards. I never would have predicted how that night would end. You could probably argue that it didn’t really end that well, but I’m not sure that’s entirely true. But that particular round of shots seemed to be something of a turning point. Things got extremely hazy from that point on, but I’m sure that most of the next half an hour or so I spent mostly talking to Eddie. Naomi was there for some of it, but there were definite periods where she wasn’t. The same went for AJ. What I do remember is this. That at some point, AJ turned from the fun loving, happy, outgoing life of the party into something else entirely. I remember him looking, not so pissed off, more upset about something. And I didn’t know what. I remember this overwhelming feeling of concern. And asking his friend Nathan if AJ was okay and him telling me that AJ had just had a lot to drink. And then I remember Eddie telling me that he’d had fun the Friday before when we’d gone for Chinese and ended up back at his, and not long after he kissed me. Then I remember going to the toilets shortly afterwards and suddenly having a pang of worry for AJ in my stomach and thinking that I really wanted to find him. Things were more clear after that. Like my worry for AJ sobered me up a little. Or maybe it was what happened next. On the walk back to the group, Naomi approached me and what she said made my heart drop. “AJ’s gone!” “What?! Why?” “He didn’t say goodbye to anyone,” she explained. “He just kinda stormed out. He looked … pissed off. More upset actually!” Fuck! A dozen questions were racing through my mind. Had I done something wrong? Why had he left without saying goodbye? Was he okay? Why was he was so upset? And then I had a sudden, strong urge to run after him. His friend, Nathan, then approached us with his phone in his hand, shaking his head. “He’s just text me. He’s on his way back to the station!” he said, rolling his eyes. “Is he OK?” I asked concerned. Nathan shrugged. “Yeah. He’s wasted! He’ll be fine. He gets like this sometimes!” he said casually. I couldn’t help noticing how little Nathan seemed concerned about AJ. Meanwhile, I was barely able to breathe from worry. “I’d better go after him. See you, guys!” “Yeah. See ya, mate!” I replied. “Oh, Happy Birthday by the way!” Nathan furrowed his eyebrows. “It’s not my birthday!” he said. “Oh!” I said sheepishly. It was a weird, awkward moment, but there were bigger things going on, and Nathan had to rush after AJ. I was sure AJ had said it was his mate’s birthday and that’s why he was coming into town. He had said it. Unless he’d ditched some other mates to come and meet us? I text AJ. A series of frantic messages that I may have had second thoughts about sending had I not been drinking shots all evening. “Are you OK?” “How come you just left? Naomi said you looked upset?” “Just let me know you’re alright!” But I didn’t get an response. “Maybe he just realised he was really drunk and had to leave?” I reasoned with Naomi. She was shaking her head and looking at me with a smug grin. “What?” I asked. “It was because of you!” Naomi said to me. “What?! WHY?! What do you mean?!” I asked, anxiously. “Weren’t you kissing Eddie?” Fuck! My heart started to pound. No. Surely that wasn’t it? What the fuck?! “Why would that bother him?” I asked her. But I think I already knew the answer. And Naomi looked at me again, excited with one eyebrow raised. And I felt excited too, because maybe she was right, again. “There’s something going on with you two! The way he talks to you.” Fuck. “The way he looks at you!” Fuck, fuck, FUCK! I can’t describe the buzz I was feeling at that moment. It was like I’d slipped into another world. A world where AJ, the boy who said he’d look after me, the boy who spent hours sending me funny, cute messages, the boy who the week before told me he’d hold my hand to protect me, the boy who’d potentially bought me a hoodie, not just obtaining it for free as he’d told me, the boy who’d possibly lied about being out for a friend’s birthday just so he could come and meet me, the boy who’d transformed and moulded himself into the kind of cocky, shredded, competitive bodybuilder who turned me on more than anything else in the world, could actually, possibly like me back. It was around five am that morning when I read the drunken Facebook messages AJ had sent me a few hours earlier that that very world would seem even more likely.

Here it is. If bobaroo objects then of course we'll take it down. I really hope I'm not treading on any toes here. Enjoy Mike's Workout by [email protected] There were several cars and trucks parked in the lot when Mike pulled into a space. "Good," he thought, "everyone is here and ready. Means I can get started right away." He smiled as he walked into the bright sunshine. It was a warm spring day, clear but not too hot. "Perfect for a workout," he thought. "Always can really kick ass when I'm not fighting the weather." The warm sunshine felt good on his back and shoulders as Mike walked forward. He wasn't wearing any shirt; he never did when he exercised in good weather. Mike's skin was already darkening from being out in the sun for hours each day. He was wearing ripped denim cut-off shorts and scuffed heavy-duty construction boots, and that was it. There was a slight breeze that riffled the thick patch of brown hair on his chest, slightly tickling him. Mike scratched at his pec just as he rounded a corner to where Tom and Jeremy were chatting. The two men stopped talking the second they saw him and just stared. Even now after a year of workouts he still had that effect on them. He had that effect on everyone, really, and Mike loved it. He smiled, even white teeth glinting in the sun, contrasting against the dense brown goatee that surrounded his full lips. The men were staring at his arm, the bicep full and peaked even though it hadn’t been pumped at all yet. The sinews in Mike’s forearm twitched around zig-zagging veins as he absently scratched his chest again. Tom’s gaze traveled from the hulking mass of Mike’s upper arm along the rippling forearms to the sausage-sized fingers whose tips were buried in the bush of hair that sprouted from Mike’s chest. Jeremy had been staring at Mike’s chest from the beginning. They were two enormous humps of rounded muscle that jutted out so far that it seemed that anywhere he went that Mike’s nipples would arrive two minutes before his bubble butt ass did. Mike walked over to them and asked, “How’s it going, guys?” in a deep bass that sometimes spooked dogs. Mike towered over the other two since he stood 6 foot 6 inches. Tom and Jeremy forgot whatever it was that they were talking about, and they looked up into Mike’s handsome face. “It’s going good,” Jeremy said. “I’m looking forward to this workout, as always.” Tom nodded, since his mouth had gone a bit dry. The air temperature hadn’t changed, but with Mike’s arrival it was as if additional heat was being pumped into the atmosphere. Tom dropped his eyes from Mike’s to look at the big man’s neck, which was much thicker than his head. Huge trap muscles protruded from either side of the neck, to merge into the gigantic caps of muscles that were Mike’s deltoids. And that brought Tom’s gaze back to the swollen right arm, now hanging at Mike’s side, but pushed out at an angle by the sweep of the lat muscle. Mike smiled, said, “Me too,” then turned and saw a man in the distance, climbing into the cab of a crane that sat 100 feet away. “I see that Little Mike is getting ready. Let’s do that first.” Little Mike stood 6 foot 2 and was a burly construction worker. Under any other circumstances no one would ever have given him that nickname, but compared to Mike he was little. He was one of those guys who are naturally big and strong but when three months ago when he answered the ad for a crane operator he never expected to be dwarfed by anyone. And when he heard what the job entailed, he thought that Mike was crazy. Until he stayed to watch a workout. He quit his old job that day. Mike strode across the dusty yard while Tom sprinted to another crane. Jeremy walked further along, heading for the fork lift that he would be operating later. They were at an old railroad yard that wasn’t in use any more and that Mike had been able to get for his own use after a visit to the president of the freight company that owned it. It was his to use for free, just like the construction equipment donated by a local contractor. All Mike had to do was pay a visit once in a while and show how his workouts were going, provide a few tapes of them and the company presidents gave him whatever he wanted. Tom got into the cab of the crane just as Mike reached a spot midway between his crane and Little Mike’s. He started the engine and Mike bent down, stretching each arm out a bit. When Mike stood up in each mitt he held a thick metal loop, the iron four inches around. He nodded and both Tom and Little Mike moved levers and the cranes started to reel in the steel cables that were attached to the metal loops. When Mike’s arms were stretched out, he started to contract his chest muscles. There was a whine in the air as the crane motors strained as the cables were pulled out again. Mike made the knuckles of each hand touch, then slowly extended his arms again. The whine died down, but Mike was still exerting resistance on the cables, so that they shortened slowly. But once Mike’s arms were fully extended again the whine sounded as the engines labored to continue shortening the cable. But something more powerful was drawing the cables out. Mike’s pectoral muscles contracted, overpowering the cranes that normally would be used to lift girders up at construction sites. Little Mike worked the gearshift with one hand while he held onto binoculars with the other. He saw Mike’s chest as it swelled up, the brutal muscle overpowering thousands of horsepower of machinery. Even though Mike’s muscles were covered with all that hair it was still possible for Little Mike to see the exploding fan of striations in the pecs as Mike inexorably drew his hands closer together. Little Mike started shoving his crotch against the base of the gearshift as he watched his bigger namesake below. After 15 reps the men shifted gears to idle the cranes as Mike dropped the loops. The warm up felt good and Mike could already feel the blood rushing into his chest muscles. This WAS going to be a good workout, he knew it. Mike bent down to start the next set. Tom and Little Mike shifted into a higher gear and the cranes exerted more power this time, as if they were lifting a heavier load of 20 tons. As Mike’s muscles overcame the pull of the machines Tom could hear that his crane was making louder noises than usual. Its engine wouldn’t last too much longer against the superhuman power in Mikes’ chest. Mike would have to pay another personal visit to the construction company soon to persuade the president to donate a new one. He’d have to tell Mike what to ask for because this model was getting too easy for Mike anyway. Mike had noticed the difference in the engine also, and that made his cock stir a little in his tight shorts. He had demolished so many machines by now that he had lost count, but it was a rush anyway each time that it happened. He thought about the locomotive that was used for leg presses. Mike would lie on the train track, knees bent, his feet placed up against the reinforced front of an engine usually used to pull 50 boxcars. Dave the engineer would sound the whistle and then start the locomotive forward. Mike would extend his legs and the wheels of the locomotive would squeal as it was forced backward. Then Mike would slowly bend his knees and the train would move forward, but only about two feet because Mike’s legs would hold it in place. Rep after rep, the train would inch forward, only to be shoved backward by the overwhelming force of Mike’s thigh muscles. For each set Dave would push the throttle forward more, so that more horsepower was driving the engine forward. But no matter the horsepower, it was always halted by Mike. His thighs would be bulging insanely by the end of the last set, and when he stood up and did a thigh flex, gargantuan tear drops of muscle would blast into view. One day Dave had the throttle pushed all the way and Mike just held it in place after the set was done. For ten minutes the wheels of the train screeched as they spun on the rails until two snapped off and went flying, almost killing Tom who was standing on the sidelines, jerking his cock with both hands. A smell of burning insulation also filled the air, and the engineer shut the locomotive down. Mike remembered the feeling of triumph he felt as he stood up and saw the locomotive slightly askew on the rails, its engine wrecked. Dave slowly climbed out of the cab, the front of his pants soaking wet. Mike also remembered the look of the railroad president’s face while he was telling him this, the look in his eyes, the slight gape of his mouth. It was a combination of fear and lust. Needless to say, a locomotive was “retired” from active service that day and driven to the workout yard. Mike crunched out the last rep of the second set of cable flyes, tensing his chest tightly. Then he nodded and slowly released the cables as the operators shifted the gears. Jeremy had come back to watch and he handed Mike a bottle of water from which Mike took a few gulps. He wiped the back of his hand against his mouth and handed the bottle back. Mike noticed that Jeremy had a bulge in his pants, but what else was new? Jeremy saw Mike’s gaze on his crotch and that just caused his cock to throb harder in his jeans which would be showing the pre-cum stain soon enough. Mike got ready and nodded for the third set to begin. The cranes exerted the equivalent of 30 tons of force, but at a certain point Mike’s chest again halted the movement of the metal loops. Last week Mike had had the guys increase the force because 28 tons had become too easy, so he was straining a bit now against the machines. But that’s what would make his muscles grow even stronger, he knew that, and that’s what he wanted. By the ninth rep he gritted his teeth a little and then let the cables retract. Tom sounded a blast on the horn, a signal to ask if that was the last rep. Mike angrily shook his head and yanked on the cables so that they stretched out again, pulled out by the titanic force exerted by his chest muscles. He was gulping air and that caused his pecs to seem as if they were undulating with power. He forced his knuckles to touch, as for every other rep, then nodded his head to signal that he had completed the set. Little Mike and Tom shut down the cranes as Mike let the loops drop to the ground. Mike did a side chest pose for Jeremy and said, “Not bad for a 48-year old, is it?” Between the exertion of the exercise and the warmth of the spring day, Mike had started to sweat so that the hair was beginning to get slightly matted down with wetness. There were some beads of sweat on Mike’s arms that had started to get pumped up as well from outmuscling the heavy machinery. “Come on, I’m gonna need you for the next set, you know that,” Mike said. He turned and walked over to the next exercise, with Jeremy trotting along to keep up. Mike stopped at a concrete pillar that had thick padding on the top of it. He bent down and as if he were doing the limbo dance, he lowered himself down so that he was lying on the pad. He had to bend because there was a steel girder over the pillar. On each side of the girder a boxcar had been bolted to the end of the iron bar so that it was held up by the cars, suspended just over the pad. Mike grabbed onto the girder and his fingers fit into the grooves there. This wasn’t surprising since he had moulded the hand grips himself when the bench press station had first been built. Squeezing into the metal, deforming the edge of the girder so that he would be able to keep a good grip on it. Because he was going to be lifting very, very heavy weights. Mike straightened his arms and the girder began to rise. On each side was an old freight boxcar loaded with the compressed wreckage of old cars, so that Mike was lifting 200 tons of metal. Mike’s pecs were bulging into two thick mountain peaks of muscle, and if you had put a normal barbell pole in between his chest muscles it would be flattened out by now. Up and down the freaky assemblage went, until after 20 times Mike manoeuvred the girder back into the uprights. Jeremy immediately moved the forklift over to a pile of crushed auto bodies that had been brought from a junkyard, 2 tons each. Mike got off the bench and grabbed a cube of twisted metal in his hand and tossed it into the open doorway of one of the boxcars. He walked over and picked up another cube, bending his legs as he did so then straightening up. A truck this had probably been, but it was not too heavy for Mike. He pushed that into the rail car with the other one. He and Jeremy added more metal into the cars until they were up to 220 tons. Mike laid back on the bench and began to press the huge weights up. His chest muscles felt tight, but this wasn’t a major test of his strength. He knew that he could pump out more than 15 reps and he held the weight in full control for each of the ten reps that he did. “Yo, Jeremy, another 15 on your side,” he called out when he was done with the set. The bleep, bleep of the forklift as it backed up rang on and on as Mike grabbed hold of the wreckage of other big SUVs and trucks to put into the waiting box car. The other guys had gathered to watch. Under any other circumstance, a man picking up one of these cubes of metal would have been front page news. But Mike was far past this point. He turned to face the other men and said, “Time to really work these pecs.” He positioned himself back onto the pad and started to lift. The metal raised up and down over and over. Jeremy remembered being concerned the first time that he saw this exercise being performed. After the first rep he asked Mike, “Shouldn’t we do something with the cranes? Loop the hooks around so they can act like a spot?” Mike just grinned and pressed Jeremy’s face against his pumped up chest muscles and said, “These boys are never going to give out on me, don’t you worry.” But Jeremy still watched in awe as those huge humps of muscles contracted and powered the weight overhead. Much more weight than a year ago when he started working for Mike. The girder back in place, Mike roared, “Jeremy, hurry up, we’ve got to up the weight for the next set!” Jeremy ran and soon had 10 more cubes into the left box car. Mike powered out another set, as the other three men counted out the reps. “Another one,” bellowed Dave at the 10th rep finished. Mike pushed it up, obviously more effort than the others, and then Little Mike shouted, “Grow, man, grow!” and Mike did one more, than one more, his teeth gritting as he slowly lowered the weight back down. Mike stood up and the other men gasped at the way that his chest looked, pumped and sweaty, protruding out over his taut waist. Mike was breathing deeply and his chest expanded with every intake of breath and Little Mike whispered, “Oh man, it’s better every day.” Mike heard that and smirked as he stepped down from the platform and headed over to a similar one, the three men trailing him. Dave offered Mike a towel at the next station and the huge man wiped down his chest and stomach and wiped under each deep hairy armpit. He tossed it back to Dave who brought it up to his face and breathed in deeply. Mike laid down on another concrete pillar but this one was inclined at an angle. He grabbed a girder in each hand. A tractor trailer was welded onto the end of each girder and Mike quickly began to do incline flyes with them. He heard the sound of the forklift that Jeremy was driving over, and when he was done with the first set Dave and Jeremy each used a forklift to load a few car cubes into the open doorway at the side of each trailer. “Want to see me lift more?” Mike asked. “Hell yeah!” Tom answered. Mike laid down and quickly did a set, followed by another one once Dave and Jeremy had loaded in 5 more cubes per side. When he finished the last set Mike was panting a little but he felt great. Such power! It boned him up when he lifted like this, and he lifted like this every day. His three helpers watched him walk down slowly from the weight station. They saw the bulge in his jeans and hoped to get a glimpse of the thick head peaking out from the bottom of the cut-off shorts. Mike walked over to them, rather than heading for the decline bench with the cement mixers. “Damn, boys, I’m horned up right now. I think that I have to take care of it before going on with the work out.” The men were thrilled, because usually when this happened they were treated to two sets of muscle sex, rather than one. Mike rubbed his swelling crotch with his right hand while he felt his bloated right pec with his left hand. It was so hard and firm, harder than one of the metal cubes that he had tossed into the box car earlier. Little Mike was hoping that he would get a chance to suck off the big man today – it had been 3 days since he had. Tom felt in his pocket for the tube of lubricant, hoping that he would get fucked again like last week. But Mike had other plans. “Guys, I must have spring fever. So randy that I want to really cut loose now. Sorry, but I’m going to take care of this bad boy myself,” he said as he unzipped his fly. The three men were crestfallen even as their excitement grew at the sight of the thick cockhead pressing Mike’s jock through the open fly. This hadn’t happened before; Mike always let them get off on his muscles. Mike pushed the denim shorts down, exposing the round globes of his glutes. He shifted weight on one foot and the left cheek became streaked with radiating muscle striations. Tom was already fingering his cock through his open fly. Mike fingered the broad head of his cock as it strained even further against the jock, and then he tucked a finger into the waistband and slowly yanked the monster free. Jeremy undid his belt buckle and pulled his pants down to reveal a dick already at full throttle. Little Mike was not far behind, taking his big dripping tool out of his pants. Mike swirled his hand over his purple dick head, feeling the precum smoothing the abrasion of his hard calloused hand as it moved around it. His left hand went back to his right chest muscle, feeling under the rock of muscle and sweeping it around to the front. He grabbed his nipple between thumb and forefinger and pinched hard as his right hand started to stroke his fully engorged rod. He remembered the feeling as he forced out a rep against the big cranes, wearing their motors down. He smiled a broad smile as he thought of the day, probably not so far away, when he would need two cranes for each hand to test his muscles, to make them grow even stronger. Mike moaned at that image, then thought of TV cameras beaming it to a world wide audience. Millions of men and women masturbating as they watched his muscles exerting their unrelenting power against the machinery, forcing it to submit in his quest to get stronger. He said out loud, “Guys, this is going to be something today,” as he squeezed his hand around his shaft and began to jerk it quickly. “Everyday I really get off on fucking you, getting sucked and jerked by you,” he said. “But I always have to hold back.” “Hold back?” Dave asked as he fisted his meat, staring directly at Mike’s chest. “Didn’t you ever think about it? How I could curl fully loaded dump trucks with each hand, yet still grab onto you while I fucked you standing up? The muscle control that’s involved to keep from squishing you like a grape. Then shooting a volley of cum in your ass. That takes control. Holding back.” “Shit, it gets me hot myself to think of how strong I am. The power and muscle. The majesty.” All three smaller men were standing close around Mike now, their own cocks aching in their hands. Mike was huffing harder than when he was benching and they knew that he was close. “Yeah, the fucking power, uggh, uggh, can’t hold back thinking about it!” Mike shouted. “Watch it!” Then a big glob of cum shot out from Mike’s cock, rocketing 20 feet across the yard to a boulder at the edge of the work out area. There was a load crack as the rock split into pieces and then another shot broke it further. The third load blasted it into small bits and the other men had to duck from being hit by the debris. Little Mike screamed like a girl at the sight and sent his own load splattering onto the dirt. Dave had tears in his eyes when he realized what Mike was talking about, as he shot, and Jeremy and Tom were just panting as they pumped cum all over the ground in front of them. Mike’s cum was not going as far now and was plopping a few feet in front of him, kicking up dirt into the air. His hand traveled down the length of his cock one last time, then he stopped and turned to them. “See what I meant about holding back? I would blast the back of your heads off if I didn’t control how hard my balls and crotch muscles pumped out that spunk.” Little Mike pressed his cheek against Mike’s furry chest and murmured, “What a way to go.” Mike smiled and rubbed his rough hand across Little Mike’s shaved head. “Hey, we have three more sets of chest to do today. Maybe when it’s done you can suck me off and think about it.”

A joint character owned by https://muscle-growth.org/profile/14554-kullizilla/ and I: who is also the artist~

Antoine loved the way the cool breeze felt on his almost naked body as he flew through the air. That was the main reason his chosen superhero costume was simple posing trunks and a mask. Well, that and the fact that he liked to show off his huge muscular body any chance he got. Why in the hell would you have a freakishly big body if you didn’t want to show it off? Any muscleman that told you differently was lying. Also, if you had a freakishly strong body, as well, then you should be showing that off all the time, as well. Why have superpowers if you couldn’t show people what you could do? This was his constant argument with his friend and main support, Marty. As he flew he reached down to squeeze his engorged nipples – which had been stimulated by the cold air – just to give himself a thrill. This, in turn, caused him to have to reach down and adjust his hardening tool inside his posers. Antoine was looking forward to a little Ecuadorian fun. The Ambassador and his family were being held hostage in a forty-room house in the middle of a hundred acre compound. And the place was being guarded by over a hundred guerillas . . . with guns, rocket launchers, and tanks. It was almost too good to be true. Antoine was exciting himself so much with these thoughts he debated flying on his back for a while and busting out a major wad – just dreaming about what he was going to do. He decided against it, since last time he had shot a super load while flying he had accidently taken out a military satellite. It had taken Marty days to cover that story up. Release would just have to wait – until later when he was having fun. Suddenly, Antoine – using his super strong vision – could see the Ambassador’s compound thousands of miles below. He quickly confirmed the maps that Marty had shown him before – noting where everything and everyone was located. Immediately, Antoine could see it would be a simple job. He could have the Ambassador and his family out of the room in the cellar in less than ten minutes. This, however, is not what Mr. Alpha wanted. He wanted to play. He wanted to show off. He wanted to mess with some bad guys. He wanted people to freak out at his strength. He wanted to destroy big things. Antoine knew, however, that he could not jeopardize the safety of the Ambassador or his family simply so he could have fun. That’s when a plan germinated in Antoine’s mind and it made him smile. He flew on a little further and started his descent. Ambassador Charles Dreyfuss, his wife, and two children were locked in a vault-like room in the bottom of the house. They had been there for about twenty-four hours. Thick metal surrounded them completely and the door was locked from outside – giant safe like girders guided by computers sealing them in. Dreyfuss knew there was no way they could be saved. Even if the Government sent their best men, they could not make it to this room before the guerillas entered and killed them all. He did not, however, tell his family any of this. At first, when the floor shook, the Ambassador thought it must have been some kind of explosion outside and he immediately feared the worst. He quickly gathered his family and moved them to a corner of the room – everyone holding on to each other. The floor shook again and then suddenly a fist came up through the metal from below at the center of the room. It took a few seconds to register it was a fist, but then the limb went back down and two hands came up through the hole grabbing either side. With a high-pitched squeal the huge paws easily pushed the opening out to the size of a big pot and then they kept pushing until the hole was big enough for a person – well, actually bigger than what would be needed for a normal person. The hands then grabbed the sides and the massive shoulders, insane traps, and bulging biceps of Mr. Alpha popped up. “Ambassador Dreyfuss and family, I presume. If not, I’ll be in a lot of trouble.” “Mr. Alpha!” “Aw, your little boy recognizes me. I’ll do autographs later. I’m here to help you escape, sir. Oh, but I have one request before I do. It’s just a small favor.” “What? You’ve got to be kidding. I’ll do whatever you want, Mr. Alpha, just please get my family and me out of here.” “Of course, sir. It’s just that . . . well, um, I’d like you to not tell anyone you’re safe for another three hours or so. It’s just that I’d like to have some fun . . . I mean, teach our friends out there a lesson or two. I’m sure a strapping man like you, who clearly works out a lot, would not want to deprive another guy of some good exercise.” The look on the Ambassador’s face made it clear he understood and it crossed Antoine’s mind to ask the Ambassador if he’d like to stay and watch Antoine have some fun – from a safe place, of course. There was just something about how Charles Dreyfuss smiled when he agreed to keep his safety a secret for a little while that made Mr. Alpha pretty sure the guy definitely liked a good workout – or watching another guy have a good workout. Antoine pushed himself all the way into the room and Mrs. Dreyfuss let out a little moan as soon as she saw Mr. Alpha in all of his almost naked beauty. Antoine stopped briefly to let the woman, the children, and the Ambassador take in all of his chiseled beefiness. He then walked over to the door – which definitely looked like something you might find on a giant bank vault. “I’ll just make it a little harder for them to get in here when I finally start having fun. That will give me another hour or so to mess with the villains.” Antoine was very happy the doors and walls were so thick. It had already helped to keep his entrance undetected and he knew the four guys stationed outside the vault would not hear any of his continued playing. The first thing Antoine did was to use one hand to bend the three ends of the tree-sized bars that slid across the door against their supporting brace. There was no way the computerized signal would get those things to budge. He then used his hands to flatten where the door met the supporting wall. He basically smashed it together so you couldn’t see a seam. If the mechanics did somehow work there was still no way they could get the door to open. Antoine knew the guerillas would have to use explosives to get through and knowing he’d simply used a little of his strength to block them out was such a turn on. When he turned back to the Ambassador and his family he found faces in shock by what he had done. No one was moving – or breathing. Antoine just smiled at them and flexed his huge arms. “And that kids, is why you should eat your vegetables. They make you strong.” Mrs. Dreyfuss actually pulled herself together so she could mouth the words ‘thank you’ over her children’s heads. Clearly, getting the boys to eat spinach, broccoli, and asparagus had been a problem. Antoine had a feeling they’d be begging for vegetables in the future. Antoine held on to Mrs. Dreyfuss’ arms and lowered her into the hole, assuring her he could carry the two boys and make them safe. Everyone knew this was an understatement and the two boys actually cheered, as if they were about get on some carnival ride. Ambassador Dreyfuss, then held out his arms – an unexpected thing – and allowed Antoine to lower him into the hole. As Antoine started to let go of the Ambassador’s hands, Charles held on for a little longer – as if he wanted to feel the power for just a few more seconds. To the sheer pleasure of the children, Mr. Alpha scooped them up in his arms and then jumped below. In less than twenty minutes the entire family was out of a tunnel in a car that had been obtained by Antoine just a few minutes before the escape. Basically, Antoine had stopped by a car lot and using super speed took the keys to an SUV without anyone noticing. He then had flown the car to the spot where he had started his very wide and long tunnel. “Remember, Ambassador, please give me at least three hours before you tell anyone you are safe.” “Of course, Mr. Alpha. Thank you for saving us. I hope we meet again.” “I’m sure we will, sir. Take care. As you probably know, there’s a nice resort about ten miles down the road that might be a good place to rest before calling your bosses. You also might get to see some footage of me in action.” “I hope so. The leader’s name is Rubio. I wouldn’t mind it, Mr. Alpha, if he felt a little pain.” “I promise to give Rubio some special attention, Ambassador.” And with that, the Ambassador’s family drove away. Antoine was glad they were gone, not just because he was now going to get to have some fun, but also because he could now finally let his happiness be shown below the beltline. Even Antoine, knew it would not have been good for Mr. Alpha to have a raging hard-on as he carried the Ambassador’s kids out of the tunnel. He also knew the posers he had chosen for this job did absolutely nothing to hide his hugeness even when he was flaccid. He was pretty sure he had caught both Mrs. Dreyfuss and the Ambassador checking out his package a few times, but that still gave no reason for him pop a major boner in front of the family. Now, however, he had nothing to hide and only pleasure to be had. These guerillas had no idea what was about to happen. Antoine used his powerful legs to jump closer to the compound. Using his super vision he re-checked where all the men were – including the four guys still vigilantly guarding a now empty vault. This made Antoine smile. On the south side of the compound – the opposite side of the driveway – there was a small cadre of about fifteen men on the lookout. This area was far enough away from the main house for Antoine to have some fun before being found out, which is when he’d still have more time because it would take the guerillas a while to break into their own prison room. Again, Antoine smiled. He contemplated taking the mask off – taking care of these guys while letting them see his complete face – but then he heard Marty’s whining voice and decided against it. One more super glance showed that one of the soldiers was now on sentry duty off by himself. This is where Antoine would begin. He leapt in the air, moving fast enough and low enough that nothing – not even radar - would detect him. Antoine landed right beside the guy – light enough to not alert anyone else, but hard enough for the guerilla to know that something humongous had dropped very near him. The man somehow knew it was alive, too, which only heightened his alarm. It seemed like an elephant had suddenly materialized next to him. Before he could even turn the guard felt the heavy machine gun being pulled from his hands. He turned and gasped as soon as he saw the large muscled masked man smiling back at him. The guard didn’t scream or run – he was too mesmerized. Everywhere he looked he saw muscles – huge, bulging, and hard. This scantily clad man blocked his entire view. The guard’s mouth dropped open wide – mainly because he finally realized how the giant beside him was dressed. “What, you’ve never seen a guy in posers before? Too much or too little? Not my color? I think they bring out my humongous thighs, though, don’t you?” Antoine thrust his leg forward and tensed – sending thousands of striations snaking up and down his thick, wide thigh. The guard gulped so loud Antoine thought it might alert the other men to their little conversation. At the same time Antoine had grabbed the end of the barrel on the machine gun and had started folding the thing down on itself – the same way someone might play with a gum wrapper. The metal squealed in protest but gave Antoine’s hands absolutely no resistance. To the amazement of the guard, Antoine kept folding even when he got down to the main body of the large gun. It was like he was just folding a handkerchief. And still, the guard did not run, scream, or even faint – he simply kept staring as Antoine demolished the entire thing. When he had folded it into something that resembled a coin purse, Antoine tossed it over his shoulder and let a big grin flash across his face. The loud thud as the gun landed reminded the guerilla that the thing still had the same mass, as before – it was now just smaller. “They don’t make those things like they used to. Or maybe I’m just stronger. No, that’s not it. I was lifting our SUV when I was two – freaked my dad out to no end, but only because he was in it. I’d hold the car up in the air when he didn’t notice and then he’d open the door and fall to the ground when he stepped out. When he spanked me I didn’t feel a thing, though, but it sure did hurt his hand. When I was ten he let me talk him into using me as his punching bag. He’d pound away at me and I’d just smile at him. He’d finally sink to his knees – worn out from sending punches to my unflinching stomach. Whoa, buddy. That’s a pretty impressive tent you’re making at your crotch. I’m flattered and all, but you’re not my type. A big strong guy like me needs something special, you know. So, you into guys? “No, I like girl . . . but strength, it turn me on.” “Well, dude, you’re with the right man, then. There ain’t no one stronger than me. I’ll save you for last, bro, so you can witness everything I’m going to do. How does that sound? Well I guess that big wet spot at the tip of your tent is all the answer I need. Let’s get going. Whoops, that would be a no, I hear incoming.” Antoine quickly stepped in front of the smaller man – completely blocking him with his big body. A second later a screeching missile blasted into the huge man’s waiting relaxed chest. A few things went through Antoine’s mind as the pathetic rocket exploded against his unyielding super-powerful pecs. First, these men didn’t care about their co-worker – if the guard Antoine protected died getting rid of the enemy that was just the way it had to be. Secondly, what exactly had made them think they needed to use a missile? They hadn’t just tried to shoot Antoine – which would have seemed the normal thing to do. Was it his size that had scared them? Or was it that they disapproved of so much skin? Or was it his obvious bulging muscles. And then lastly, he thought about how shocked they were going to be when the smoke cleared. Antoine looked over his shoulder at the guard – who was now even more shocked and turned on than before. Antoine let out a huge burb and banged his chest. “Indigestion. It happens every time I take a missile to the chest. Nothing brings on heartburn like a rocket. I love the way it feels, though. It’s like I absorb all the power or something. Hop on little man, I want to go take care of a rocket launcher, so the won’t try to hurt you again. Let’s get this party started.” By this point the smoke was clearing and Antoine knew some guys nearby were shitting in their pants because they saw that he was still standing. He looked at the truck and saw that two men were busy loading another missile into the launcher. Antoine jumped over the four hundred yards or so within a blink of an eye. He held on to the little man’s hands, knowing the speed would make his legs fly straight out. The tiny dude would have gone sailing off, otherwise. As soon as Antoine landed he shook the small man off of his back, reared his huge arm back past his shoulder, and then sent his fist flying through the front grill of the big truck in front of him. When fist met engine the thing was immediately dislodged and propelled through the cab of the truck. As it rocketed through the back the engine took the rocket launcher, the substantial base supporting the launcher, and the two men with it. Antoine and his new little friend watched as the entire machine skidded across the ground – the two men holding on for dear life. It slammed into a shed a good distance away and it was very clear the launcher would not be used again. It was also pretty clear that the two men would be out of commission for a few weeks, as well. Suddenly, gunfire filled the air and Antoine felt something like gnats hitting him. He turned toward the sound to find two guards unloading their machine guns into him. “Oh come on guys! You’ve got to be kidding me. You just saw that the rocket they sent soaring did nothing but leave an ash mark on my chest and, yet, you think your little guns are going to hurt me. I have more lead in my daily diet than you can unleash on me, fellas. Okay, I’ll just stand here and wait for you to run out of bullets.” The original guard, Antoine’s new buddy, was standing behind the demolished truck, trying desperately to not get hit. Antoine looked over – even as he continued to be sprayed by bullets and raised his arms in a ‘what’s up with this’ kind of pose. The smiling guard shook his head in response, as if to say ‘my friends are not too smart, are they.” Antoine turned back to his attackers when he noticed their guns had stopped. He saw that they were beginning to re-load. Clearly, having the big man still standing – after so many rounds – didn’t for a second make them think more bullets wouldn’t work. Antoine walked over to them as thy fumbled with their guns. It was taking them – well-trained guerillas – longer to re-load because they were still shocked by the near naked man that had lived through a missile and massive gunfire. Antoine looked down at them as they tried to finish their task. “Clearly this switch needs to be turned before you can load again, fellas.” A big finger pointed to a safety latch on one of the machine guns. Both of the soldiers stopped what they were doing and looked up. The smiling face of the muscled giant looked down on them. Antoine held out his hands and said nothing. The two men gave him the guns without hesitation. Mr. Alpha brought the guns together and started squeezing and turning them at the same time – like they were large twisty-ties. As he basically demolished them into something that didn’t come close to resembling guns he spoke to the men. “I don’t know if you two can speak English, but I have to tell you I’m really hoping you both make a run for it. I’d like to let you get far away and then freak you out by suddenly appearing in front of you. You know, like I popped out of nowhere. In the past that feat has actually made a few guys piss themselves.” By now, Antoine had the two guns so intertwined they basically looked like one manhandled metal pipe. He cupped both ends with his palms and started compressing inward. The sound that the crushed, used-to-be guns made was almost deafening. When Antoine finally brought his hands together he squeezed hard, interlocking his fingers, and then let a flat piece of metal – no thicker than a smart phone - fall to the ground. Antoine heard a loud moan behind him – his friend, the guard, had clearly been so turned on that he was now taking the opportunity to bust out a big wad during the show. Antoine was flattered. The two new guards, however, stopped all movement and just stared at what had been big guns – now flattened beyond recognition on the ground. Then, as if some secret alarm went off inside them – they both simultaneously turned and ran for their lives. Antoine watched them tear off with a smile. “It’s like I’ve died and gone to heaven. Do criminals all go to the same school that teaches them to believe they can get away from superheroes. At the same school they must definitely teach villains to hit the superhero in the head with a lead pipe even if he did just stopped a speeding train with one fist. Or if the first punch to his chin didn’t make the guy budge and probably even broke some of your fingers, then definitely keep hitting him. One of those punches is bound to work! I gotta hand it to them for their persistence, though – no matter how stupid it is. I hope you have your pants zipped up by now, my friend.” Antoine turned toward the guard who had been hiding and masturbating behind the mutilated truck. The guy had a big ‘thank you very much’ look on his face that included a smile that made it clear he had wanked out a major load as he watched Antoine destroy the two machine guns. The guerilla walked a little shakily towards the big man. Mr. Alpha was very pleased he could help the fellow get a little pleasure. But he also knew the show wasn’t over and the dude would probably crank out many more loads before they were done. Antoine lifted the guy under one of his monstrous arms. “Come on, buddy, let’s go mess with your friends. Let me show you what it feels like to be super strong.”

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"You sure this is the same kid?" "Yep. Big-muscled Indian punk. He walks up on the Mr. Olympia stage one day - nobody knows how he got there - and decimates the rest of us. Ronnie and Jay? Like toothpicks compared to this guy. The whole fucking crowd nearly rioted when this kid came on stage, like a whole buncha' homos jizzing their pants. Says he only 18 years old. He's got the face for it. But, shit, I've never seen a man that big in my twenty years of bodybuilding." "Fuck." "Kid's not even old enough to drink and he ruins the sport for an entire generation of bodybuilders. Makes you wanna' kill a guy doesn't it." "Yeah. It does." --- As Krishna walked out of the gym, he was ambushed by two older bodybuilders. One held a knife, which he stabbed into Krishna's left pectoral. The other had a long steel pole, which he swung with ferocious force on Krishna's back. The metal screeched and twisted around Krishna's muscles, and the man stared, amazed, as the steel pole bounced off a body far stronger than steel. Krishna looked down at his pec, grunted, and flexed. The knife screeched as Krishna's chest muscles bunched up and forced the iron blade out. The knife dropped to the floor, twisted and ruined. Krishna grabbed both bodybuilders - each over 250lbs - and lifted them over a foot in the air, one-handed. The bodybuilders gasped, seeing the boy's biceps swelled and flexed to a size that they would never have been able to imagine. These were true biceps. These were a man's biceps. And those two professional bodybuilders despaired when they realized that despite their twenty years of lifting and dieting and steroids, despite a lifetime of training, they would never be able to compete against this 18-year-old boy. Krishna smiled. They cried. The first man, Krishna grappled into a headlock, squeezing the poor man's skull into a bone-crushing grip between his impenetrable lats and explosive biceps. The second, Krishna threw onto the hood of a nearby truck, facedown. Krishna scooped out of his pants his jawbreaking cock - a weapon so huge that his own giant hands barely covered half its circumference - and rammed it into he man's ass. The bodybuilder shrieked as he felt his tiny ass splitting in half to accomodate the enormous intruder, which effortlessly drove through his muscular body, rupturing his sphincter muscles and pushing organs out of the way. With each thrust, Krishna's cock tore the bodybuilder apart more and more. Muscles built over decades disintegrated with Krishna's superior fuckforce, unable to stand up to the teen's merciless sex organ. The truck's hood dented, then bent, then crevassed as Krishna's dick delivered greater power than the machine's engineers ever expected the vehicle to encounter on the road. The other man let out a blood-curdling scream as Krishna slowly, steadily flexed his incredible biceps, the hard skull disintegrating under the harder muscle. The truck fell to the ground, its tires popped and deflated, as Krishna fucked so hard that the parked vehicle skidded across the parking lot, leaving a gory trail along the concrete. The fucked bodybuilder's eyes shot up in his head as the teen's cock punctured through his abdomen, ripping it apart like wet tissue paper. Krishna roared as he unloaded, his orgasm lasting nearly two minutes and shooting twice as far as the dying man's spurting intestines. His cum blast shot with such force that it shattered the windshield, sending glass shards flying that scratched Krishna's flawless skin but couldn't penetrate the muscle. The electric intensity of the orgasm was so great that Krishna unconsciously jerked his arm, ripping the other man's head from his neck and crushing the skull like a pancake between his flexing bicep. The raped and decapitated bodybuilders unleashed their own loads, spurting worshipful cum even in their deaths. Krishna moaned, dropping the filthy bodies to the ground. Brains and gore covered his perfect teen body. It was time for a bath.

[Roger's Story - Part 1] When Roger woke up on Saturday morning, he decided to do a quick search on his phone for local gyms. He had just moved into the building two weeks ago, and the fact that the building was finishing a complete weight room and work out facility had been a primary draw for his selecting this penthouse - but it was not quite yet available. He had been using a nearby large commercial gym the past two weeks with some new and flashy equipment, but he found the crowds of people there annoying. He located one gym away from the center of the city, and its aged advertising suggested that it would be pretty basic - just what he wanted. It would not surprise anyone who met Roger that he would choose an apartment based on its proximity to a weight room. His muscular build often caused people to stare. What might surprise them, however, was that Roger had not been particularly athletic in his youth. The muscle mass he now carried so naturally had come only after a remarkable change in his life. Roger had met his ex-wife, Dana, while still in college, and they married shortly afterwards. The relationship however quickly cooled off, as Roger worked long hours to get his company started. During that period of his life, Roger had not taken care of himself. His weight ballooned, and his Doctor told him at 30 that he was on the road to an early heart attack. At his doctor’s suggestion, he started eating and began to look for a personal trainer. Roger noticed how a bank representative he frequently dealt with in obtaining funds for his business had made a remarkable physical change. Eventually, Roger summoned the nerve to ask him how he had done so. The guy excitedly told him about a trainer he had been working with for months who had “changed his life.” The trainer’s name was Tom, and he used a smaller private gym in the area. He gave Roger a phone number, and after a week of hesitating, Roger gave the Tom a call and made an appointment. He was impressed by Tom’s friendly and professional manner on the phone. When Roger arrived for their initial consultation, he was shown to a small room near the front of the gym and told that Tom was finishing with a client and would be with him momentarily. When Tom entered the room, Roger knew immediately this musy be the guy. Tom was about 6 foot with dirty blonde hair, a winning smile, and the body one would expect of a heavy weight natural bodybuilder who had won several local competitions. Roger had never seen someone with such a hyper-trophied build close up before, and he had to work at following what Tom was telling him and not be distracted bythe sight of Tom’s gym t-shirt pulled tight across his massive chest, the huge traps around his neck, and the arms with biceps like bowling balls. Roger found the first month of working out with Tom four times a week excruciating. After each session he hurt in places he didn’t even know he had. In addition, Roger found the lengthy cardio that Tom expected him to do on his own to be agonizing, and the diet and supplement routine Tom prescribed left him hungry all the time. Nevertheless, Roger found himself wanting to please Tom, and he stuck it out. After a month, the changes in Roger’s body were noticable, and it gave him motivation to continue the course. Month after month, the pounds of fat were replaced by pounds of muscle. People that Roger had known for years passed him on the street without recognizing him because of the drastic change in his appearance. Several who did recognize him said to him, “your wife must be happy.” In fact, Roger’s relationship with his wife grew distant as Roger filled the hours he was not working with weight lifting with Tom, preparing scrupulously planned meals, and getting extra hours of sleep. After a year, the change in Roger was so great that Tom refused to continue taking Roger’s money for training sessions. Instead, they became regular workout partners. Working out with Tom brought out Roger’s competitive nature, and although he started lifting significantly less than Tom, eventually he was challenging Tom as to who could lift the most for he most reps. By the time they had been workout partners for six months, Roger was carrying as much muscle mass on his frame as Tom, although he was not as cut. Other guys at the gym would stop their workouts to watch these two goliaths pound their way through their sets. After their first year as workout partners, Tom told Roger that he was going to enter a regional competition, and he suggested Roger enter as well. Roger considered but decided that the strain of dieting into low single digits of body fat would interfere too much with his work. Nevertheless, Roger trained with Tom as if they were both competing, and traveled with him to the show. He helped Tom backstage get a final pump and prepare for his posing. When Tom won the heavy weight division, Roger felt as if it were his own triumph. That evening, after a celebratory meal with a few drinks, Roger and Tom walked back to their adjoining rooms talking and laughing about the days events. Roger followed Tom into Tom’s room, teasing Tom that the only reason Tom had won was that Roger hadn’t competed. “Yeah, if you brought those big guns of yours on stage, I probably would have been done for.” In fact, Roger’s arms were now bigger than Tom’s. “No way I would ever go through the hell you’ve been through to get that shredded. You looked great out there, but seriously I don’t know how you managed to not pass out after all that dieting and dehydration.” “You could have done it easily. The changes you made in just two years are incredible. I’m really jealous man. It took me ten years to get where you are. I’m scared to think where you’ll be in two more.” “Thanks Tom, but I couldn’t have done it without you. You changed my life.” “I couldn’t have done today without you, man. Thanks so much.” Tom moved in to give Roger what he took to be a friendly embrace. Roger opened his arms and wrapped them around Tom’s wide back. Their hard muscular chest pressed into each other. Roger felt Tom’s arms reach around Roger’s lower back and pull Roger forcefully into Tom. Even through their shirts, he could feel their pronounced abdominals rub against each other. With firm grips around each other, they stared intently and silently into each other’s eyes for a minute. Then Roger realized that Tom’s face was moving toward his, and suddenly Tom’s lips were pressed against his. With barely a moment’s hesitation, Roger opened his mouth and their tongues met. Roger felt a jolt of electricity through his body and his cock jumped to attention. As they intently explored each other’s mouths, their torsos pressed harder into each other and their hands began to explore each other’s backs. After kissing for several minutes, they eventually awkwardly made their way to the bed. Neither had any experience with another man before. They rolled around in their clothes for some time, mixing wrestling like little boys to be on top of each other with exploring each other’s bodies with their hands and intense kisses. Eventually Tom yanked off his shirt and threw it across the room. Roger followed suit. They tried squeezing each other’s pecs and then sucking each other’s nipples. Soon their pants were discarded like their shirts, and their hands worked each other to orgasm as they lay alongside each other kissing. Tom got out of the bed and brought back a damp towel. Without saying a word, he wiped them both clean and then climbed back into the bed. They slept alongside each other. In the morning, they struggled to make conversation, and with forced laughter agreed that they had been terribly drunk the night before and did not really know what they were doing. The following week after they returned home, Tom told Roger that he needed to give his body a week’s rest after the competition, and that although he would be seeing his clients at the gym, he would not be meeting Roger for their work outs. During the week, Roger attempted to call Tom several times, but Tom neither picked up or returned the call. After five days, Roger stopped by the gym at a time he knew Tom was usually free. As he walked into the gym, he found Tom completing a set of bench presses. “I thought you were taking a week off, what’s up?” Tom stood up and looked around the gym at the members busily engaged in their exercises. “Follow me.” Tom led Roger back to the private room they had their initial consultation. After Roger walked in, he closed the door behind him. As he turned, he realized Tom was moving toward him. Tom’s hands grabbed Roger’s shoulders and pushed his back against the door. Tom pressed himself into Roger, his hands grabbing both of Roger’s wrists and pinning them against the door. Tom then brought his lips against Roger’s lips. Roger resisted for a few seconds, attempting to push Tom back, but then opened his lips and allowed Tom in. After several minutes of intense kissing, Tom pulled his head back to get his breath. He let go of his grip on Roger’s wrist. They stared silently into each other’s eyes for a few moments. Tom finally spoke. “I have thought of doing that constantly since we got back. I understand if it's not what you want. But when you walked in here I knew just telling you wasn’t enough.” They stood silently looking at each other for a minute. Tom started to turn to walk away. He felt Roger’s left hand grab him by the shoulder. As he turned back to Roger, he felt Roger’s hand reach around the back of Tom’s head, directing his face once again toward Roger’s face. As their lips again made contact, he felt Roger’s muscular right arm reach down behind his lower back, and then Roger’s hand squeezing Tom’s left butt-cheek, pulling Tom ‘s hips close against Roger’s. Tom’s arms slid under Roger’s arms as he pulled their upper bodies tight together. After several minutes, Roger released his hold on the back of Tom’s head, and Tom moved slightly back so they could talk. Roger spoke first. “Cancel all your appointments for the rest of the day.”