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Part 3: New Life On the Monday evening after the big day, in a quiet dorm room at the end of the 5th floor hall, Evan was lying in bed with his computer on his chest. The sterile white glow from his MacBook lit his face as he clicked through online storefronts looking for items on the list Brandon had given him: lube, sexy underwear, “maybe some toys”, it had read. Evan had already selected some lube and a couple of hot looking brightly colored jockstraps and was now browsing a page full of dildos of varying sizes and materials. He clicked one that claimed to be modeled after a famous porn star and imagined lying on his bed, slowly fucking himself with it and jerking with the other hand, or maybe sticking it to the wall of the shower and back up onto it. That sounded hot. Maybe some hot guy will walk in on me and let me suck him off at the same time, he dreamed. As this fantasy developed he began to rub his fledgling boner a little, but was snapped out of it by the sound of his stomach growling. Damn, he thought. “Well, I’ll come back to this thought later.” He hopped out of bed and closed his laptop, and made his way to the dining hall. None of his 3 roommates were home, but maybe he’d see some of them there. He swiped his card with the menu and grabbed a modest plate of food- tonight they had burgers and fries. Generally, the dorm food was pretty bad, but Evan felt especially hungry tonight; weird, considering he felt like had a huge breakfast and considerable lunch only a few hours ago. He loaded a second cheeseburger onto his plate and grabbed a full glass of milk before moving away from the food lines and back to the dining area. He saw his roommate, Brian, sitting with a couple other guys from his hall, and went over to join them. ”Jeez man,” one of the guys said, pointing at Evan’s tray. “You just coming back from prison or something?” Evan laughed nervously and didn’t want to make a scene, but his extreme level of hunger didn’t help to draw attention away from the huge portions he had gotten. He quickly took a huge bite out of his burger. The guys chatted about class and how their respective weekends had been. Evan ate fast and voraciously. “Yeah, that’s right man, eat up all that meat,” he heard himself say from the back of his head. “Gotta make us grow big and strong like Brandon wanted.” Evan ignored and kept eating. “So what about you E, how was your weekend? Didn’t you go home again?” asked Brian. ”Mmph, yeah,” he replied between bites. “You should tell him how we went home, got fucked and railed by our best friend from college and turned into a huge faggot,” the voice suggested. “Don’t stop eating either... maybe if we eat enough we’ll gain enough muscle to fuck this guy like he probably wants us to.” The voice was coming on stronger; Evan hadn’t heard it since the weekend with Brandon. “And...?” asked Brian. Evan realized he hadn’t really answered the question and came up with a lie. “It was fine. Had to help my parents with some housework.” He grabbed the glass of milk and began chugging it. “Bet you wish that was cum, eh stud? Oh yeah, imagine if it was Brian’s thick cum going down your throat now. All that protein...” The thought of this did turn Evan on a lot. He kept chugging and downed the whole glass. Now finished with his food, he looked up at his friends and saw them all staring at them like he was some kind of freak. ”What?” he asked. ”Dude, you ate all that like a pig! You sure you’re okay?” someone asked. ”Yeah, fine.” He was not fine- he was still hungry. Even worse, he was getting horny. How could he go up and get one more, no, make it two more, of everything, if he had a huge boner sticking his shorts out. The guys finished up, while Evan pretended to be held up. “Think I’m just gonna hang here for a minute, think I saw my lab partner in line for pizza,” Evan mumbled. His friends left and he quickly got up, blocking view of his crotch with his tray, and got another huge meal’s worth. Sitting back down alone now, and without anyone to judge him, he ate even faster, wolfing down close to 1500 more calories in under 10 minutes. Finally sated, Evan had a second to actually assess what the fuck was going on with him. “I guess maybe this is what Brandon was talking about?” His friend hadn’t given him any inkling of what to expect about the “change” to come... He decided to fire off a quick text and ask. He put his tray and dirty dishes away, and trotted back to his dorm room. Brian was the only one home when he returned. “You okay man? You were acting weird at dinner and now you’re all sweaty,” he asked from behind his laptop screen. Evan looked down and did feel sweaty; no, he was sweating buckets with huge pit stains and sweat covering his crotch. He could swear he felt his balls pulsing down there too. “I’m gonna go take a shower,” he said, turning straight back around out the door and towards the hall communal bathroom. “Yeah, YEAH!” screamed the other him. “This is it for us. We’re gonna be huge. We’re gonna be sexy, think of our pecs, our arms, our shoulders... our ass and cock and balls... all so huge!” Evan ran down the hallway now, covering his crotch with hands at a desperate attend to shield the huge tent and wet spot in his pants from anyone in the hall, which was for now, mercifully empty. The bathroom was divided in half by a thick wall; on the left there were showers and to the right were urinals and toilet stalls. Evan went over to the showers, unsurprisingly empty on a Monday evening. The showers had two sections: a set of 6 stalls with curtains, and then an older communal shower area with one larger curtain across the entrance. The communal area had a big mirror, so Evan went inside, closing the curtain behind him. His mind was racing; what was going on with him, was this normal? He could barely separate his thoughts from the other voice, and Brandon had still not responded. In the mirror he could see all of his clothes were drenched in sweat. He discarded his shirt and pants. He had what looked like a beer belly, presumably his gut sticking out from eating that obscene amount of food. His underwear weren’t doing much good given that his cock was basically sticking out of them; when he took them off and threw them across the room, he gasped. Evan’s testicles were hugely swollen nearly to the size of tennis balls, and they were pulsing. His heart rate sky rocketed and he grabbed his cock. Just then, in the mirror, he saw another copy of himself behind him. The other Evan was naked and sweaty too, but looked comfortable and confident compared to the real Evan’s worried panting. “Here we are,” the other him growled into his ear, brushing his hand across Evan’s shoulder. This has to be fake, thought Evan. But it feels so real, like he’s here with me. And he not just in the mirror but really truly here next to me! ”What do I call you,” asked Evan. “Well, I’m you, so maybe ‘Evan’... still, that’s a bit confusing isn’t it? I’m the psychosomatic manifestation of your sexuality. In effect, I’m your pure “manly essence.” So maybe you’re best calling me “Fun Evan,” he laughed. “Or Evan2.” Evan2 continued, now caressing Evan’s body as he walked around his seductively. “Though I expect to not feel so separate from you, pretty soon.” ”What do you mean,” asked Evan; and Evan2 took it upon himself to answer by showing instead of telling. He walked in front of Evan and sat down on the floor. “Have a seat,” he grinned, stabilizing his erection upward with his hand. Evan complied, slowly lowering himself into a squat and then carefully directing his alter ego’s cock up to his asshole as he lowered further. With a deep breath he accepted it inside of himself, feeling his own warm hard cock slowly push his ass cheeks apart and fill his hole. Evan panted a little as he began to move and ride ... himself. Evan2 held him by the hips and fucked, gently at first. “Brandon brought me into being,” he explained. “He let me come out of hiding within your psyche.” He picked up speed and intensity now as Evan started to let out a moan with each thrust. “And now I’m here to deposit a little of myself into you, to seal the deal. To turn you - us - into the stud you are deep down. You went and got all the good nutrients, so where should we start?” ”Aah!” Evan cried, now being pounded hard and deep. “That’s ok, how about the arms first?” Evan2 said and grinned, thrusting a little further this time. Evan felt the cock in his ass pulse a little, then felt hot liquid start out deep in his butt, but then felt the warmth travel up through his body and into his biceps, which were now pulsing too. They felt tight; like they were somehow being flexed as hard as possible, as they pushed themselves out to grow. ”Oh fuck,” cried Evan. “Fuck, do my pecs now,” he grunted, feeling his chest with his hands. Evan had always wanted bigger pecs; to him, having a big, muscular chest was the mark of a true man. Even when he was straight, he dreamt of being like the guys you would see on tv, with massive, perky pecs and a body to match. ”Our pecs,” corrected Evan2, still pumping their arms up with more thrusts, “and not yet. Let’s save the hottest for last. No, let’s work on those legs,” he said. Evan was full on bouncing on Evan2’s cock now. He felt more spurts of liquid enter him and seemingly travel through his body into his legs, which started to feel hot. Like, really hot, burning hot. They felt tight, too; like they were expanding outward forcefully. Sure enough, the muscles of Evan’s legs flexed and grew into big sculpted trunks, replacing the somewhat flabby calves Evan had before. Seeing his muscles grow like this while he felt a cock fucking him sent Evan over the edge. Even without touching his cock, cum erupted high into the air above him, landing a little on his chin and abs. His cock stayed hard, though, as Evan2 continued spurting growth fluid into him. This position was getting a little tiring, though, so Evan stood up and laid down on the floor, and allowed Evan2 to grab his legs and lift them straight up to come over his shoulders so he could fuck missionary. Evan couldn’t see himself in the mirror anymore, but now he could see himself- well, Evan2, topping him. As the cock reentered his ass, Evan2 grunted and had an aggressive look on his face as he resumed the work. More liquid entered Evan, now spreading into his shoulders and back muscles. “We’re gonna need nice big broad shoulders if we want to be a real stud,” Evan2 grunted. More deep thrusts, more heat and stretching, and Evan was left with thick, wide shoulders. Below, in his armpit, he felt patches of thick brown hair growing in the deep cavity formed by his muscular shoulder and upper arm. These changes were mimicked in Evan2, too, who was looking like quite the jock. Without warning Evan2’s thrusting increased speed and leaned down, kissing Evan passionately as larger spurts flooded Evan’s ass. These traveled straight up, into Evan’s chest. “FUCK!” he screamed, pulling away from the kiss. This burning was intense. It felt like his chest and was going to explode. Instead, it inflated, his pecs swelling up like meaty balloons, his nipples sticking out, hardened and perky. Abs sculpted themselves out into a respectable 4 pack, Evan’s massive food gut now expended. He came again, coating his new muscle tits with ropes of jizz. “Almost,” roared Evan and Evan2 in unison. More liquid came now, this felt less plentiful but perhaps even hotter in temperature than ever. It didn’t travel far; the warmth exploding straight into Evan’s ass cheeks and cock. His butt inflated, as his pecs did, only with a perfect mix of fat and muscle to create a beautiful springy bubble butt. At his dick, he felt his boner harden even more. The erections Evan had been getting since hooking up with Brandon were noticeably harder than before, and this was no exception. His cock kept getting harder though, literally to its limit and beyond. It stretched out further, expanding its girth length into a massive 9 inch cock fit for the new stud. As it grew, Evan felt Evan2’s cock in his ass growing, fucking him deeper and shooting a near continuous steam of juice into him. He had to grab his cock now, desperate to feel his new meat and experience what it was like to jerk himself off. Just then, Brian entered the bathroom, curious what had happened to Evan. He didn’t look good when he left half an hour ago, and anyway he didn’t bring a towel or anything if he planned on taking a shower. The bathroom seemed normal; Brian checked then stall area, which was empty. “Hmm, none of the showers are on...” he started to leave, thinking maybe Evan went somewhere else, but noticed the curtain to the communal shower was drawn. As he got nearer, he heard a voice- was it Evan moaning in stomach pain? No, it didn’t sound like painful moaning... it sounded like grunting too. Brian called out Evan’s name as he neared, finally slightly drawing back the curtain. There was Evan, naked on the floor, squirming and holding his erection, violently masturbating. There was a lot of cum all over him already, and he looked much bigger- no, he was much bigger- his muscles must have doubled in size! Brian kept watching, feeling his own cock stir in his shorts. Back in Evan’s mind, Evan2 was exhausting every last bit of the liquid he had into the true Evan, whose consciousness was fading into different scenes and fantasies. First he saw Brandon, and his new self, both wearing harnesses and jockstrap, dancing in a club. Then the scene changed; he was in a locker room, taking off his football gear, while other players on the team turned and started walking toward him. They took off their helms to reveal they were various porn stars Evan had watched a lot of. Evan2’s voice began to narrate these scenes, which progressed further to show the men undressing, rubbing cocks together, and kissing. “We’re here now. This is us. A new man. Unafraid.” Evan felt his own voice effortlessly speaking the same words in unison. “A real man. Big muscles, full strength. Power to fuck hard and be fucked.” Their voices were in unison now, until they slowly merged into just Evan’s voice. “With his new body I can be myself. A new life of sex, muscle, and passion.” His erupted one more time, this time Brian was present to watch as his friend moaned and squirmed around floor, cum gushing out of his huge throbbing cock. It flew all about the room, spraying the walls and floor, landing all over Evan’s own body. Around a full minute later it finally subsided, and Brian rushed in to check on his unconscious friend on the floor. Coming up next time: Part 4: Male Bonding

Apologies, guys - I know I've been a little slow in getting these last few chapters posted. Hopefully I'll be able to pick up the pace a bit now! Ten “Are those your gym clothes?” I ask Luke the next day as I’m sitting on my bed pulling my blue Montgomery University hoodie over my head. Luke’s standing next to his bed wearing his trackies and a plain, white t-shirt. I’m taking him to his first trip to the Watson House gym after our Bodybuilders In The Media lecture. “Yeah?!” he replies as he looks down at his outfit. “Oh shit. I didn’t tell you, did I?” Luke just looks at me with a confused expression. “The Watson House gym has a strict dress code. Trainers and shiny posing trunks only!” His mouth curls into a cheeky, little grin and he rolls his eyes at me. As we pick up our backpacks and head for the door, Luke turns to me. “You would SO go to the gym just wearing trainers and trunks wouldn’t you?” I beam at him. “Hell yeah!” “So, erm … what are we training?” Luke asks as I shove my backpack into one of the lockers in the Watson House gym’s changing room. Johnny wanted me to find out what Luke considers his weakest body part. I have a pretty good idea as to what that is. And the perfect way of getting Luke to confirm it. “The body part I reckon you need to improve the most!” I tell him. Luke smirks and raises an eyebrow at me. “Which is …?” “I’ll give you a clue!” I look down and starting bouncing my huge, thick pecs under my tight, black t-shirt. Luke’s shaking his head but he’s grinning too. Like crazy. I remember the last time I bounced my pecs in front of him. He seemed to get a bit of a kick out of me doing it that time too. I’m kinda regretting not wearing a vest now. Next time we go to the gym I definitely will. “Am I right?” I ask. He’s grinning so much. Like he can’t seem to wipe it from his face. “You are!” he says. “Right, let’s get those little chest puppies pumped up!” I say, nodding to Luke’s pecs. Training with Luke is surprisingly fun. Obviously I can’t resist teasing him about the weights he lifts, even though (as Luke predicted) I’m surprised and also quietly impressed at how heavy he goes. He knows my teasing is just friendly banter though. He takes it and even gives it back a little. I give him quite a few tips too, which he seems to really appreciate. Stuff to help him work on his chest. And things I can report back to Johnny Hoxton to prove that I’m holding up my end of the “help Luke to get my own dorm room” deal we’ve got going on. I don’t know if it’s the kick of training with someone considerably bigger than he is, and who has actually competed in bodybuilding shows or whether it’s just the simple fact that we’re hanging out together, but I can tell Luke’s enjoying himself. There’s something else too. I keep catching his eyes going down to my chest and my arms, which are feeling and looking more and more pumped with every set. And every time I catch him looking, I feel this unexpected pinch of excited. I also keep having these recurring thoughts about flexing for Luke every time I finish a set. Just popping out a quick most muscular in front of him like BOOM! Or spontaneously cranking out a front double bicep like BAM! In your fucking face, Luke. God, I’d love to see his face if I did. Funny thing is though, every time I think about spontaneously flexing for him, I start to feel a swelling in my trackies. As for Luke, his arms and chest are definitely looking more pumped than I’ve ever seen them. The white material which makes up the sleeves of his t-shirt clinging against that freshly pumped bicep muscle. And, fuck it, I’m not ashamed to admit that yes - my eyes have veered down to his little bum stretching out the material of his trackies on more than one occasion. At one point I even fantasise about seeing a hint of a shiny blue posing trunk strap hidden under the waistband. Jesus. What a fucking thought! “You’ll be bouncing those babies in no time!” I tell Luke as we head back to the changing rooms. He smirks and looks away. When he looks at me again, he’s got this pensive, slightly nervous look on his face. Like he wants to say something but he’s not sure whether he should. “You’re not being paid to do this are you?” he asks. What the fuck? I feel a sudden panic. I actually can not believe Luke just asked me that. “Huh?! Paying me to do what?” I ask, playing ignorant. Luke shrugs. “This! Taking me to the gym. You know … helping me out and stuff!” He suddenly looks a little sheepish, like maybe he’s regretting what he’s said. Meanwhile my stomach is tightening in knots. “Luke, who the hell would pay me to do that?” He gives me an apologetic grin. “Sorry!” he mumbles. Fuck. Now he feels bad. When really it’s me who should feel bad. Because I’m the bad guy here. I’m the dick in this situation. Not Luke. Lovely, little, pumped up Luke with his trackie covered arse and his freshly pumped chest and biceps. I shake my head at him. “Don’t be daft!” I think about nudging his arm with mine. Just a friendly, affectionate little nudge. I so easily could. His arm is right there next to mine. But the thought of doing so makes my stomach somersault. “Oh, great!” Luke groans under his breath as we enter the changing rooms. I see why straight away. Our buddies Deano and Shaun are getting changed. Deano’s got his top off. His thick tits and wonky shaped abs on full display. His face seems to light up when he spots us. And his mouth curls into this sly smirk. Jesus. Maybe Deano will change once he becomes a 212 class pro bodybuilder? Become less of a twat perhaps? Maybe he just needs a bit of time to grow the fuck up? I pretend he’s not there and go straight to the locker where I dumped my stuff. And just as I think he might leave us alone ... “Alright, boys!” I groan. I paint on a big, fake smile, spin around and nod at Deano. For a moment I think that’s all he’s gonna say. I’m wrong. “How’s your Instagram admirer, Woody?” For fuck’s sake. I look at Luke and rolls my eyes, before spinning around to face Deano again. “Awesome, thanks!” I call back, cheerily. “He’s offered me a hundred quid to touch each ab!” Luke widen his eyes at me and smirks. He looks a bit shocked, but I can tell he’s impressed. “What’s he offered you, Henderson? A fiver to sniff your Harry Potter boxers?” Luke doesn’t respond. He just looks at me, pulls a face and shakes his head. I hate that I actually found Deano’s comment pretty funny. “Don’t you ever get bored of being a twat, Deano?” I call back. He just smirks at me as he puts his vest on, covering up his annoyingly jacked torso. “Don’t you ever get bored of flirting with gay dudes? Watch out, Henderson. Woody might try and crawl into your bed one night when you’re asleep!” Fuck. I feel a sharp pinch in my chest from hearing those words and I’m not sure why. I throw my backpack over my shoulder, close my locker and walk up to Deano, Luke trailing behind me. “Too late for that!” I tell him. “Come on, Luke, honey! Let’s go back to ours!” Then I flash Deano a big, cheesy grin. Shaun’s laughing and Deano’s got a stink eye face on and I turn and walk away. Fuck. I actually can’t believe I just said that. I feel a sudden knot in my stomach. “Bye, boys!” Deano calls in this ridiculous, camp voice. Is that the best he can do? Ha. I know I won that one. I cautiously look at Luke and fuck, the way he’s looking at me, kind of embarrassed but with this really coy grin on his face. Like, I dunno, he kinda liked the idea of me insinuating we were together. Fuck. Is that just my imagination going crazy? “Sorry!” I tell him. “Was that a bit much?” Still with that look on his face, Luke shakes his head. “Nah!” he says. “It was … funny!” he says, shrugging and looking more nervous. I nod and smirk and Luke’s grin gets bigger and my stomach flips. He doesn’t say anything else. And now I’m wondering, once again, whether Luke’s words on Saturday night mean that he’s gay like me. Maybe I’m different too. I dump my backpack down when we’re back in the room. I desperately need a shower. Without even thinking, I peel my black t-shirt off. Once it’s thrown on the bed and my torso is naked, I suddenly become aware that Luke is in the room. I’ve been half naked in front of him dozens of times. Practically every day in fact. But for some reason, right now, I’m feeling this intense rush of excitement at the fact that my insanely pumped torso is on display in front of my possibly gay roommate. I feel a twinge of nerves as I spin around and see what Luke is up to and fuck - I catch him looking at me as he’s sitting on his bed. This look of awe and slight embarrassment on his face. He looks down at his phone and my chest expands. It feels like there’s this atmosphere in the room all of a sudden. One that’s never been present before. I go over to my chest of drawers to grab a towel and catch sight of my reflection in the mirror. Jesus Christ. I look insane. My pecs are so full. My arms are so pumped. “Woah!” I say at my reflection, without thinking, forgetting for a moment that Luke’s there. I look at him and he’s looking at me with this knowing smirk on his face. “What did we do in that gym?’ I joke. “Did you put something in my water bottle?” Luke bites his lip and beams at me. “I think you did all that by yourself!” I grin and look back at my reflection. Pumped up chest. Swollen biceps and everything. God I wanna flex. So fucking badly. An idea comes to me which makes my stomach flip. “Hmmm. I think I need to take a pic of this for Instagram!” Luke just smirks and rolls his eyes. I pick up my phone and load up the camera, my stomach clenching at what I’m about to do. I walk towards Luke bed and hold my phone out towards him. “Can you take it?” Fuck! Luke looks up at me. He looks surprised, nervous but kind of excited too. He shrugs and takes my phone off me, unable to hide the fact that he’s clearly feeling slightly nervous. He stands up, this coyness taking over him. And there it is again. This strange atmosphere filling up the room. I twist to my side and grip my wrist with my hand in preparation for a side chest pose. I’ve posed standing next to Luke before, but I’ve never posed standing in front of him with him looking directly at me. I transition into the side chest with a small huff and FUCK - my biceps squeeze and pop and my pecs twitche and bulge off my chest. Fucking YES. I’m posing in front of Luke. I’m flexing for Luke. Showing him what a pumped up fucking freak I am. God. What a fucking rush! I smirk as I look at my phone, held up by Luke, who’s staring into the screen, this look of awe and slight intimidation on his face. I love it when my muscles have an effect on people. But this time, with Luke, it feels even more special than usual. I relax from the pose and Luke drops my phone, his hand visibling shaking as he does. I step a little closer to him and he hands me my phone. He seems so nervous all of a sudden standing next to me. Which is crazy. Because it’s me! We see each other every day. We’ve been hanging out, watching Netflix and going to the gym together and now he’s suddenly in awe of my naked, freshly pumped torso? “Oh WOW!” I exclaim as I look at the pictures on my phone that Luke’s just taken. My biceps look so huge and my pecs are crazily pumped. For all my ongoing groans about this bloody university it certainly seems to be doing it’s job of turning me into a monstrous muscle freak. “I don’t think I’ve ever looked this pumped before!” I say, unable to believe how fucking awesome the pics are. “You look amazing!” Luke says with a nod, his voice shaking a little. Oh my God. I totally wasn’t prepared for that. My insides are going mad. And now I can’t stop smiling. “Cheers!” I say to him, grinning. Luke gives me this little coy grin back. And there’s that atmosphere again. “Right, now it’s your turn!” I say to Luke. He looks at me confused then smirks and shakes his head. “I am not doing a side chest pose!” “Come on!” I tease, feeling excited at the thought of Luke flexing. I can tell he’s too shy to do it. And that he’s not gonna budge. “Okay, so why don’t you just lift up your shirt in the mirror and take a picture of your abs instead?” I suggest, feeling myself starting to swell at the thought of Luke showing off his ripped tummy muscles. He screws up his face. “Luke, no offence but your Instagram so far is pretty shit! You’re gonna have to upload another pic to your profile at some point!” Luke groans and rolls his eyes. “Fine!” he says in defeat. I feel a pinch of excitement. Luke picks up his phone and walks in the direction of the bathroom. “Where are you going?” “Bathroom! The lightning’s better!” he explains, looking a little embarrassed. I playfully roll my eyes and smirk, but I can’t deny I feel a stab of disappointment that I’m not gonna get to see those abs in action. Still grinning and feeling weirdly giddy, I sit down on my bed and select the best of the side chest shots Luke took of me to upload to Instagram as I wait for him to return. I write a characteristically cheek caption to accompany the picture. WTF?! So pumped I look like I’m about to explode! (Explosive emoji and monkey covering his eyes emoji). P.S. My roommate who took this pic is still recovering. (Crying with laughter emoji). #pumped2buggery #balloonsofbeef #abouttoexplode #hellyeah #sorryroomie Luke comes out of the bathroom with this coy, little grin on his face. “Done?” I ask him. He rolls his eyes and nods. “Gimme!” I say, holding out my hand. Luke plays with his phone and hands it to me, looking a little sheepish. My chest expands as I look at the picture of Luke lifting his shirt up to reveal his hot, little, shredded abs. They look fucking awesome etched on to his tummy. I smile as I look at the slightly uncomfortable, awkward expression on his adorable face. “Luke, you look like someone’s holding a gun to your head!” I tease. He looks a little wounded and I feel bad. “But the abs look awesome!” I tell him. Hix expression softens and he coyly grins. “Right, let’s get this bad boy uploaded!” I say, rather cheekily going into the Instagram app on his phone. I look up at Luke with a mischievous smirk and he just rolls his eyes at me. He continues to just stand there, kind of awkwardly, over my bed as I mess with his phone. “Luke, you can sit down you know!” I feel a pinch of nerves as I say those words. Luke obeys and gently sits down next to me on my mattress and fuck - my stomach goes crazy. It’s the first time he’s ever sat on my bed. I type away, upload the post and hand Luke his phone back. I bite my bottom lip, excited at what his reaction will be to what I’ve written. He reads the caption out loud. “Who needs a cheese grater when you’ve got abs as shredded as these bad boys?” He beams, shakes his head and lets out one of his goofy giggles. “Hashtag Geek to Freak. Hashtag Muscle University. Hashtag shredded abber dabbers. Hashtag anyone for cheddar?” He laughs again. “For fuck’s sake!” I grin back. I can tell by his face that he loves it though. And seeing that, I suddenly feel like my heart’s about to burst. “Well I did get the cheese grater joke from you!” Luke’s shaking his head but he’s grinning like mad. “I approve!” he says. “Oh and you got a cheeky mention on my post too. Well … sort of!” Luke looks confused and excited as he checks out my post on his phone. “P.S. My roommate who took this pic is still recovering!” he reads aloud. He lets out a short, sharp laugh. “Sorry, roomie!” I say, shrugging. Luke looks back at his phone screen. “Oh wow! It’s getting LOADS of likes and comments!” “Oooh!” I say, eagerly checking my new post for myself on my phone. “HA! Some guy’s written ‘lucky roommate’!” Luke pulls a playful face as if to say “yeah right!” “I’m making you famous!” I tell him. “Hmmm. In fact. Text me that abs pic!” He narrows his eyes at me suspiciously. “Why?” “Just do it!” I order. He sighs and plays his phone. “Jesus. You like giving out your orders to me don’t you?” I grin at the comment. I guess I am a bit bossy with Luke. At least where the Instagram thing is concerned. And yet, he always seems to do what I ask of him. “It’s all for your benefit!” I tell him. “Hmmm!” he says, raising one eyebrow as he taps away on his phone. I get a text from Luke with the abs pic attached and I start to upload it to my Instagram profile. “What if I actually don’t become a freak after all this?” Luke ponders. “You will!” I carry on tapping away. “There we go!” I say, handing him my phone. Luke reads the caption out loud that I’ve accompanied with the shirt lifting ab reveal pic I’ve just posted of him to my profile. “Everyone check out my MU buddie @from_geek_to_freak’s profile. Can’t wait to see this guy blow up into the monster he was destined to be.” Luke’s biting down on his lip and smiling. His cheeks are suddenly going rosey. He looks up at me with his big blue eyes. “Thanks!” he says. Jesus. Could he be any more adorable? I look at Luke and he’s just staring back at me and fuck, it feels like something’s suddenly happening. We hold each other's gaze as we sit side by side on my bed. Luke and his pumped little biceps in his plain, white gym t-shirt. Me and my outrageously muscular torso on full display. It feels like Luke’s suddenly the only thing in the room. My stomach’s fluttering. That weird atmosphere is back. Oh God. What is happening? I suddenly feel a sharp pang of nerves. And I feel myself starting to freak out a little. “No worries!’ I say, casually with a shrug as I stand up from the bed. Luke looks a little bruised. He awkwardly gets off my bed and goes to his. “Ugh! Desperately need a shower!” I announce, pretending that everything’s normal. Pretending that nothing just happened. Pretending that I didn’t just have a moment sitting on my bed with Luke where all I wanted to do was lean over and kiss him. I strip off my trackies, pick up my towel and retreat to the bathroom. My stomach in knots. I stand under the shower, my face leaning up to the head, letting the water come down on me, all the time thinking about my possibly gay roommate Luke. Luke and his geektastic t-shirts and novelty Harry Potter boxer shorts. Luke and his black glasses, piercing blue eyes, cute smile and lovely dimples. Luke and his hot little abs, insanely cute arse and adorably small feet. Fuck. I like Luke. I have feelings for Luke! I’m surprised. I’m confused. And I’m trying to work out wether I’m more excited or more just plain fucking terrified.

Part 2: One of Us Now The next Saturday, Evan was driving to Brandon’s house again. He canceled his plans to hang out with his friends at college this weekend and his parents were surprised to see him back in his hometown on a non-break weekend from school, but this was the only way. Brandon refused to come out to Evan’s university, so desperate times called for desperate measures. He fidgeted in the driver’s seat, his cock twitching through his jeans as he remembered the locker room last weekend... I remember his body pressing into me, and the smell of our muscles and sweat from the workout. And I felt confident then in a way I don’t think I’d ever felt before. For once I felt... manly. Like I was happy with my body, for once, like I felt sexy for once. I wasn’t insecure before but... I was never virile like this either. It felt incredible. And my cock kept getting harder, and his kept pushing into my abdomen as it got harder too. And then we kissed. He pulled into the driveway next to Brandon’s house. Only Brandon’s red Honda was in the driveway; his parents were out of town. Evan fidgeted again as he unbuckled his seatbelt to get out of the car. The voices were coming back now. Was this the right thing to do? Was his friendship with Brandon only going to be weird now? He sighed, kept going towards the front door, and rang the bell. He heard Brandon shout from inside and heard his loud plodding steps downstairs to come answer the door. “Hey man, c’mon in,” Brandon said casually. He was wearing a gray undershirt and a backwards baseball cap covered his short blond hair. Evan entered. How could Brandon feel so calm and casual about the last 7 days? I was engaged with him now, my arms wrapped around his beefy torso as his own were holding my hips and reaching for my ass. His mouth crashed into mine with a force and intent. His tongue was warm and slick as we made out passionately. He had this presence that overpowered me but uplifted me. I was filled with a singular aspiration: that this man I was kissing could be me. I leaned away some minutes later as Brandon’s hand made its way to the back of my head. He pressed down, instructing me to my new calling. I licked and teased his chest, nipples, and then his abs as I slowly fell to my knees. Now, I was face to face with his meat. I remember a voice in my head. “Give the man what he wants,” it said. It was my voice, only the tone was different. It was confident and manly. It was sure of itself. “Give in to what you want.” I wasn’t sure how to start, but somehow my new instincts took over. I licked and slurped at Brandon’s rock hard 10-inch manhood, coating in my saliva and making it slick. I started to close my mouth around it now, inhaling as much of the smell of Brandon’s musky crotch as I could. I had a good amount of it in my mouth now and felt myself trying to gag. “More, you little bitch. More! Suck that cock like a man!” My own voice was mad at me now. I tried harder to take more of it, but it kept berating me. I wanted more cock, always. I couldn’t get enough, I couldn’t get possibly enough. My hands started caressing his big sweaty balls and stroking his shaft as I sucked. The sound of my gagging echoed around the tiled showers, and Brandon’s breathing became heavier and he started to grunt. “You’ll get a reward soon,” my voice said again. “So dude how’ve ya been?” asked Brandon, as if it wasn’t a loaded question. Evan started back blankly. “You been feeling weird about the whole thing yeah?” ”Yeah. I’m confused.” The two guys entered Brandon’s room. There were posters of sci fi movies and sports teams on the wall. It was virtually unchanged from high school. They sat on the made bed. “You didn’t seem confused back then-“ Brandon replied. He flipped on the tv, but it was mirroring his computer, displaying a blue and green landscape background dotted with program shortcuts. ”I don’t know how to interpret what happened.” Evan sighed. “I only want what’s good for both of us.” ”Dude. Evan.” They were sitting side by side on the bed now, backs to the headrest, staring at the TV screensaver. Brandon turned and put his hand on Evan’s shoulder. “You didn’t call me on the phone to talk- you invited me to come visit. When they didn’t work you said you’d come all the way here. I think you know what you want.” Brandon looked down at Evan’s shorts, now tented by his boner. Brandon grabbed his wireless keyboard and mouse and opened a web browser. “Since you’re here now I guess you’ve made your choice. Why don’t we start a little slow.” Brandon was getting into it now, showing his aggressive side. He held my head down onto his shaft, “flexing” his cock while I had nearly the entire length down my throat to push even more dick into me. After a bit of a contest to see who would relent first, Brandon let go and I gasped for air. “You’re pretty good, stud,” said Brandon. He called me a stud! The manly man Brandon called ME a stud! He was leading me down another row of lockers now, to an aisle with a wider bench down the middle. He laid down on his back and stroked his cock a little. “Come keep sucking me,” he growled. I walked over to get on the other side of the bench but Brandon shook his head. “Like this,” he motioned, instructing me to stand at the front of the bench. I got the message, now climbing on top of him to reach his cock while my own rested across his face. He grabbed my dick and guided it into his mouth as we began to 69. I had gotten a blowjob before - from a girl, ironically next to Brandon while he got head of his own. This was on a completely different level of pleasure. Those girls had no idea what they were doing. Quite possibly no woman truly knows what they’re doing when it comes to head, I thought. Only a man can suck a man off right. The voice returned.”This is who you are now, eh big boy? A stud like Brandon here.” “You’re the guest,” said Brandon, offering Evan the controls to the computer. Now it was showing something called “GayVidDB” in full screen with several categories flashing thumbnails of naked men. “Pick what looks hottest.” Evan smirked. He loved this new found sexuality- no more dancing around the topic, worrying about what a girl might think. Him and Brandon were just two bros, both horny and crazy about sex, and there was a full air of openness between them. Evan clicked through some muscle and sports categories until he settled on a video of two baseball players getting frisky. He and Brandon took off their shirts and shorts and started to jerk off. “Good pick dude,” said Brandon. “That tall guy has an ass for days.” Evan smirked again, jerking himself slowly with a now lubed up hand. “Could us if we still played,” he said. Brandon extend his hand out to offer it to jerk his friend off. Evan returned the favor. It was getting late now and both of us were nearing our limits. My internal voice came back. “Time for a stud’s big reward eh? Big Bro Brandon’s gonna give you his huge load, man, well deserved.” We returned to our earlier position with me on my knees and Brandon slapping me in the face with his turgid cock. “A huge blast of cum for you Evan,” came the other me. Brandon was moaning loudly now. I felt his cock pulsing and tasted sweet precum dribbling out. “A man’s seed for a new manly man,” I moaned. I jerked my own cock furiously as Brandon neared climax. Finally he unleashed it all into my mouth, spurt after spurt of thick hot cum, each burst thicker and more delicious than the last. My mouth filled up fast and he pulled his cock from it, letting 5 or 6 more ropes of cum blast me in the chest and face. The sheer erotic feeling of being covered with Brandon’s spunk pushed me over the edge too, as I moaned and shot my own load all over the floor while Brandon egged me on. “You like that shit, wait til B turns you into a REAL stud,” said the other me. They had jerked for a while to the two jock baseball players who had mostly ditched the uniforms and were now sucking each other off. “Let’s go even further today Bro” moaned Evan. Brandon nodded. He turned over onto his hands and knees and stuck his huge bubble but into the air for Evan to play with. Evan lubed up Brandon’s ass, slowly sticking slicked up finger by finger into his friend’s hole, deeper and deeper, encouraged by the moans of foreplay that Brandon let out. Evan got up on his knees and rubbed his cock up and down Brandon’s crack and began to press his head up to his lifelong friend’s hole. The rest was kind of a blur. We showered playfully, soaping each other up. I rubbed all of Brandon’s muscles, jealous of his new size and imagining how I would look with that kind of strength. And then... we went home. I had to get back to school, Brandon had plans for the next day- we thought it best not to talk about it, for now. When I got back to the dorm room, none of my roommates were home. I opened my laptop and laid in my bed to jerk off. With a little fear I unchecked “female” and changed it to male, and beat off like never before. Evan’s cock was buried into his friend’s ass now, and he began to thrust and fuck. Brandon was used to bigger, but he still moaned and groaned in the throes of pleasure. Evan picked up speed. “Yeah, fuck him hard so he knows how you like it later,” whispered Evan’s inner self. He picked up speed, grabbing onto Brandon’s hips as Brandon began backing his own ass up onto Evan’s member. “Fuck me, bro!” moaned Brandon. Last Wednesday, Brandon finally texted me back. “Sorry man, I can’t get out there this weekend. I know you probably want to have another round but it just won’t work for now.” I briefly considered begging but instead sought to get some material for my spank bank. A whole new sexual world had started to open up for me and I was jerking off nearly 4 times a day, whenever my roommates’ schedules permitted. I would say bye to his roommate Brian in the morning, wait about 10 minutes to be safe, then pull out the laptop and look at hot pictures of Austin Wolf. But now that Brandon had responded, I wanted some answers. ”am I gay now?” I texted Brandon. “Is that what happened to you?” “No. It seems like you are but if you go long enough without seeing me you’ll go back to being a straight boy. Or I can make it permanent if you want.” ”oh.” I answered. Permanent? Would I want that? “You’d also get muscles like mine,” he said. Ok... deal getting a little sweeter. I thought about my inner voice and how good Brandon felt. “It’s a long story. I’ll tell you soon. I met a guy called Dan. He gave me this gift, and I can pass it down too, just once. If you want it to be you then we’ll do it whenever I can get out there. You’d be even more of my brother than you could even imagine if we did it man. But I won’t pressure you. I love you like a brother no matter what you decide.” I did want it. So badly. I wanted to be a stud like him, to feel like a real man. I said yes. And I wanted to do it ASAP. So I planned to drive back out to a Brandon next Saturday. How would he do it, I asked the next day. “I think you can guess,” he replied. Brandon begged Evan to stop and finally Evan relented because He knew the main event was coming up. They hugged and kissed, making out with passion and strength. Their cocks throbbed together. “You sure you want this forever man?” He asked Evan last time. ”Yeah bro,” Evan replied. “Make me your dirty homo boy.” Brandon laughed and moved behind him, his cock now pressed up against Evan’s ass. The tables turned, he pushed Evan’s torso down so he was in doggy style position. Having never taken a cock before, it took Evan a bit longer to accept Brandon’s 10-inches. It slowly stretched and widened Evan’s ass. Evan had entered a pure state of bliss, unable to distinguish distinct feelings from one another. The feeling of Brandon’s warm meat in his ass; his own stiff cock breaking new hardness records, the sweat and musk from a their two hard bodies mixing to the perfect manly odor; the two baseball players now fucking reverse cowboy style on the screen; and the dirty talk both Evan’s inner self and Brandon were softly moaning; all of it synthesized into one feeling of pleasure for Evan. He dreamt of his new muscles, his new power and demeanor. He dreamt of Brandon’s friend Dan, of continuing this “cycle” himself. And finally he felt it all culminate at once as Brandon pumped his ass in one final massive thrust, unloading spurt after spurt of fluid into his newly christened gay boy. Evan’s ass spasmed, struggling to contain the sheer volume of seed Brandon’s cock was pumping into Evan’s tight ass. Unknown to the boys, Brandon’s cum was flooded with growth factors and hormone molecules to not only convert Evan’s sexuality but grow him into a special kind of man, a convert like Brandon and Dan; the ultimate stud. An eternity later, Brandon pulled his spent cock out of his bro’s ass and crumpled onto the bed, whispering, “you’re one of us now.” To be continued in Part 3: New Life

This is my first story I've ever posted on here! Let me know what you think and what you think I could improve as I move forward with writing this! If you have an suggestions on where the story should go, don't be scared to leave those too! I'm still brainstorming where this might go! The AntiHero Chapter 1: Frankie no more... Frankie was just your ordinary lad. He wasn’t too muscular, not too athletic, and not at all coordinated. In fact the only thing he had going for him was his devilishly handsome face and his charming grin. Other than that Frankie was the definition of average at best. This was a big difference compared to Quinn, Frankie’s longtime rival who consistently one-upped everything Frankie tried to do. Quinn was a lad’s lad. He had the good looks, fit body, and boyish charm to get any girl swooning. He knew it too. Quinn exuded confidence and always walked around like his shit didn’t stink. He’d consistently take sexy shirtless selfies with a seductive grin for his Instagram and other socials. Day by day, Frankie could do nothing but watch his rival get all the attention and praise. Frankie was sick of living as the “average at best” kinda guy. But he didn’t know how to change it. For months he went to bed wishing every night that something would change. That he could become the better man. A real “man” among the “men”, if you know what I mean. Halloween was quickly approaching, and for once Frankie wished he could be the hunk at the costume party that was strutting around in a seductive getup. But alas, once again it would be Quinn who would most likely come dressed up as some sexy superhero, a spartan warrior, or a chippendale dancer. At least…. this is how it was supposed to be. But sometimes plans change and people change too. In fact, Frankie’s wishes may just be coming true after so many months of hope. Soon he’ll be this “man” among the men. And soon he’ll be the one strutting around the costume party in a sexy head turning getup. It was on Halloween morning when the mysterious package that would do all this arrived at Frankie’s door. Frankie was sitting and watching TV just like he does any other day, when the doorbell rang. He wasn’t expecting anyone or anything, so he was quite off-put when he opened the door to a package at his feet. He looked around for a few moments before picking up the box and bringing it inside. “Maybe it was dropped at the wrong address” Frankie thought. But alas, his name and address was on the box. Curiously, Frankie began slicing open the taped up edges with a box cutter. “I wonder what’s inside” he pondered under his breath. As he flipped open the cardboard lids, Frankie was not only taken back by what he saw, but also beginning to feel a pit of rage in his gut. “Fucking Quinn’s such an asshole” Frankie snarled through gritted teeth as he pulled out the contents. He held up what looked like a military vest and then threw it aside. His face became redder and redder as he went in for the second item in the box. He wrapped his hands around the leather straps and metallic clasps. He instantly knew what this was. “The prick thought it would be funny to get me a bane costume.” Knowing it would look awful on his slim frame, Frankie was infuriated and humiliated at the same time. There was no way he could go to the costume party now. “I bet Quinn is probably gonna wear the same costume too, just to show me up” Frankie internally sulked. He threw the mask aside, not noticing the note that was sitting at the bottom of the box. Hours passed as Frankie sat defeated, stuffing his face with junk food. The annual Halloween party was in just 45 minutes, so at this point Frankie couldn’t even think about getting another costume ready. He felt every negative emotion in the book. He was ashamed with his physical form, but also loathed the fact he was gonna miss the opportunity to attend this event. That’s when something strange happened. His phone began buzzing to a mysterious text from an unknown number. “Put the mask on Frankie, we will be one soon. Just be patient.” “What the fuck is this shit. Is he really texting me from a fake number now?” Frankie growled. “You know what fuck Quinn. I’m going to go to the party dressed as bane and be perfectly confident. That will show him.” Frankie stormed over to the box and grabbed the mask. He began to pull it over his head, and it immediately fit quite snugly around his jaw. As Frankie squeezed the mask over the back of his head, he felt a several slight stings, almost as if he was being pricked by several needles in the back of his skull. “Must just be my hair getting caught” he thought to himself. But Frankie was quite wrong. The second Frankie put the mask on, his fate was sealed and forever changed. Almost immediately, Frankie began to feel an enormous amount of pressure in the back of his head and temples. At first he thought he was going to pass out, but this sensation was quite different. Frankie felt buzzed, and quite energized. Without warning, the pain began shooting down his spine and then out towards his lats. As the pain wrapped itself around his rib cage, Frankie could feel a heat flooding his body. It went down each arm into the fingertips, through his legs, and even into his groin. “What the fuck is happening to me!” Frankie squealed in a high pitch scream of terror. He grabbed the back of the mask and attempt to pry it off his scalp, but it was just too tight. Even more, it felt like the back of the mask was latched inside his skin where the pinching feeling was felt. The pain was rapidly increasing and that’s when it began… Frankie heard a loud crack as an unbearable pain shot down his spine. He let out a blood curdling scream as his spine began stretching his frame taller. “No! Make it stop, please!” Frankie whimpered as he fell on his hands and knees to the floor. “I don’t want this anymore!” He slammed his hands into the floorboards as the unbearable pain shot to his lats and ribcage which began cracking and spreading wider apart. To Frankie’s surprise, his hit caused the wooden board to crack and splinter. “So fucking strong” Frankie moaned animalistically. There was an evil gleam in his eye for a second, but he quickly snapped out of it. “No! Did I just fucking do that.” He winced. “This isn’t me. I’m a gentle guy.” He sat on those words for a few seconds before beginning to snicker to himself. “I’m not gentle. I’m fucking powerful and dominant” he growled sadistically. As he said this, the pain moved into his chest and biceps. Interestingly, the pain wasn’t bothering Frankie as much. He actually liked how it was beginning to feel. Every second he was feeling more and more manly. More authoritative. More godly. Frankie snapped back into reality when he saw the veins in his forearms begin to plump. As they pulsed in rhythm with his heartbeat, they grew green in color and began to push against his tightening skin. Frankie watched in horror as his forearms and biceps grew thick and solid. A spider web of veins entangling around them. With his voice trembling, he whimpered “please no more!” He stood up and once again tried to rip the mask off. Despite his arms being much stronger, the mask still wouldn’t un-latch itself from the back of his skull. Frankie was beginning to feel angrier than ever. But with this anger came a feeling of power and an even greater desire for more power. He began puffing his chest out, giving his pecs room to expand into big, veiny globs full of muscle sinews. Frankie’s Black T-shirt was stretching to its limits. Any onlooker would have just assumed he was wearing an athletic compression shirt if they didn’t know it was once quite loose fitting on his frame. “Fuck this feels so good” Frankie growled while throwing his head back, letting his pecs and lats extend to their full size. At this moment, his shirt snapped open and slid off his arms. In one swift motion Frankie threw his fist at the wall, creating a crumbling crater in the cement and wood barrier. Frankie cackled and sneered a cocky grin. Frankie moved to a nearby mirror to see the god... - I mean “man” - he was turning into. Upon seeing his reflection the real Frankie suddenly came back. “No! This isn’t who I’m supposed to be. This is a monster. I’m not…” He stopped talking, transfixed on his expanding legs, which he now didn’t even notice were in a great deal of pain. In a deeper octave than just seconds ago he muttered “I AM a monster.” The hulking beast emphasized the word AM. As the last of the masks venom spread through his body, Frankie let out a guttural and baritone growl raising his biceps into a double bicep pose. “Fuck ya! I am a monster! I am fucking bane!” Bane felt an instant urge to use his strength… to break something. The first thing that came to mind was the couch his former self was sulking on all night. With a single hand he lifted the 900lb object over his head. “I’m so strong... So powerful. This feels fucking fantastic!” As he said this, Frankie… -I mean Bane - brought the couch down onto his knee, cracking it in two. He no longer feared the beast he was becoming. In fact inside little Frankie was beginning to lose himself to the power that he felt. He loved that he had become an inhumanly strong god among men. He loved that his muscles were absolutely bulging with striations and chiseled beyond belief. And most of all, he loved that he was going to show Quinn what a real “man” is supposed to be. Frankie grabbed the vest that was sitting in the box and tried to strap it over his shirtless torso, but there was no way it was going to fit. “Fuck it, I look better shirtless anyway” he snarled. Then he noticed the note sitting in the bottom of the box. He picked it up and read it aloud with his dense, baritone voice. “Frankie, I’ve chosen you to become the next King of our beings. Just put on the mask and you will be Bane. Attend the party as Bane and I will find you. Then we’ll merge and become strong enough to rule this world and force everyone to bow to our power! I know you want this Frankie. You always have, so just put on the mask.” The note was signed “Venom.” Bane’s bloodthirsty growl said it all. Deep down, the last bit of the innocent Frankie faded. “You’re right Venom. I was born to be a fucking god! I may have been Frankie, but from now on my worshipers will know me only as Bane!!!!” And with that… little Frankie was no more.

Here's Chapter 2! Let me know what kind of things you'd want to see in the future CHAPTER 2: The Host * 4:00pm - 8 hours before the Halloween Party * As he thrust his dick as deep as it could go into the college jock’s ass, Venom could feel the process begin. The symbiotes began bursting from the tip of his cock, spreading inside the hunk’s body. Second by second the jock was being consumed by Venom from the inside out. “Fuck man. Please let me go.” He whined as he began coughing and trying to clear his throat. Suddenly the black gel-like material began creeping out of his mouth and forming a latex mask around the jock’s face. “Relax boy” Venom hissed. “You said you wanted to be powerful like me. I’m giving you a taste of that power.” The symbiotic gel crept down the Jock’s neck, making its way back towards Venom. “You mean I’ll be powerful like you? And I’ll be able to control it like you do?” The Jock whispered with a faltering voice that sounded full of fear. As the symbiotes made contact with Venom they began to merge pulling the boy into Venom, morphing them together. With a sinister laugh Venom growled back at the jock. “You think I’d let you control this power? Venom chose me boy, so I’ll be in complete control. You said you wanted to be powerful, so WE are letting you feel what it’s like to be powerful. Your muscles will become part of our body, making us stronger and more muscular. You will feel and see everything we do, but that’s it.” The jock began to scream as the last of his face and body was consumed by Venom. “Don’t worry boy, you are now part of Venom… but I AM Venom!!” With these words, the college jock was completely absorbed by venom, causing the symbiotes body to morph and inflate with immense amounts of muscle. “Oh, how fun this party is going to be. So many humans to feed my hungry muscles” the creature hissed to himself while inspecting his newly engorged biceps. With a dark and sinister laugh, Venom bounced his pecs and left the locker room, the symbiote receding into its host’s body. *24 hours earlier* Quinn got home from the costume shop with his lifeguard outfit for the following day’s party. He looked at the clock: 4pm. Plenty of time to hit the gym and get a nice pump. After all, he needed to look good for tomorrow’s “Midnight Madness Halloween Extravaganza” that the college throws every year. He couldn’t wait to rub and flaunt his jacked up body in that little runt Frankie’s face. “Hah! Fucking loser” Quinn joked to himself before grabbing his gym bag and heading off to the gym. After a grueling workout with his bro and head of the college wrestling team Dakota, Quinn was feeling pumped as hell and ready to take on the world. “Fuck ya Dak. Look at this pump man.” He said has he stood in the mirror doing a shirtless crab pose. “The girls are gonna love how big I’m gettin.” Dakota chuckled as he sat looking at his own pump in the mirror. He had been friends with Quinn ever since the two began rooming together Freshman year. At the time Quinn was quite small. 4 years later and Dakota was proud of the man his once tiny Roomie had become. Although he had also been bigger due to wrestling and years of lifting, Dakota loved watching his buddy get closer and closer to his size. And he loved even more to see Quinn confidently antagonize those smaller than him. In fact, Dakota often instigated Quinn to antagonize “little Frankie”. Funny enough, right at that moment “little Frankie” was getting off a nearby elliptical. “Yo Q. Look at pipsqueak over there. You should go show him what a beast you are in the locker room.” The two stalked Frankie into the back of gym’s locker room. “Hey shrimp!” Quinn beamed as he corned Frankie by the shower. “Fuck off Quinn. I didn’t bother you so don’t bother me.” Frankie’s voice was weak as the intimidating bully stood in front of him. Frankie couldn’t help but notice how jacked Quinn looked. His pecs were covered in sweat and there was a thick vein running along the Jocks left bicep. Quinn tensed his muscles, Dakota in the background watching with glee. “I bet you wish you could look this good.” Frankie gave the brute a shove on the chest and walked past him. “Oh so you wanna feel my muscles now don’t you? I didn’t know you were gay for muscle, runt. I bet you liked how hard they felt.” Except Quinn knew very well that Frankie was gay. Back in Freshman year, the two were actually quite close. Back before Quinn got all buddy buddy with Dakota and the rest of the wrestling team that is. Frankie even confided in Quinn that he was gay. As Quinn watched Frankie leave the locker room he couldn’t stop thinking about their past. He didn’t regret turning into the jock he was now or even that he pushes Frankie around for not being like him. But he does wish he was brave enough to come out like Frankie was. But he just couldn’t. Not with Dakota and the other wrestlers around. They’d never understand. Quinn constantly worried that if he did tell them he was gay, they’d stop hanging out with him and teaching him to lift. Or even worse, they’d begin to pick on him like they do with Frankie. Quinn resented Frankie for the freedom he had. Despite acting cocky, he was still quite low on the Jock’s totem pole. Now if someone like Dakota were to be gay, it’d be a different story. The jocks respect him as their leader and the authoritative power he has over them. But alas, Quinn would always be just the guy who joined their group. Quinn suddenly felt a pit in his stomach as he realized he was standing there with a massive hard on. Thinking about the other Jocks pushing him around always seemed to excite him for some reason. “Yo Q! What do you have a thing for that loser?” Dakota broke the silence with a harsh tone. Quinn stood there silently panicking. What was he going to say? “Uh no man. It just feels so fucking good being so powerful and masculine.” Dakota knew Quinn liked dominating smaller guys, but not this much. “That’s sick bro. But remember I could whoop your ass in a second.” Dakota cockily cocked his head, grinning while saying this. “Ya ya man. I know. You’re the ‘alpha-dog.’ You tell me all the time.” Quinn was relieved that he got Dakota off his case. But it wasn’t without another warning. “You better not be getting gay on me bro. We have tons of ladies to get tomorrow night at the party.” With a heavy pat on the back, Dakota left Quinn standing there alone in the empty locker room. Feeling dejected, Quinn made his way to the nearby shower. The warm water running down his hard worked muscles felt great. All Quinn wanted to do was forget everything that had just happened between him and Dakota. Deep in thought, Quinn didn’t realize that the shower water was beginning to sputter slightly. Unbeknownst to him, a black gel-like substance was beginning to seep from the shower head. After a few seconds Quinn began to realize there was a drop in water pressure. He began to rub the soap away from his eyes so he could open them, but as his eyelids allowed the locker room lights to pierce his retinas the black gel shot itself at Quinn’s face. Quinn let out a guttural scream as his vision went black; the gel spreading itself around his face and the back of his head. Dropping to his knees, all Quinn could do was try to rip the substance free. Grabbing the goo-like material, he began to tear and rip at his face. But all his effort was for nothing as the symbiote continued to re-link itself. The black goo continued to slink itself down Quinn’s neck, shoulders, chest and stomach. Right as the gel reached the jock’s waist, he suddenly began convulsing. It looked as though every single muscle on Quinn had a heart beat of its own, each pulsing in unsynchronized rhythms. After a few more seconds the symbiote had reached Quinn’s thighs and calves, ignoring his crotch area. As he continued to fight and tear at the goo covering his face, the jock was getting much larger in size. In fact his torso had nearly double in muscle mass. Without realizing, Quinn threw himself into the shower stall’s wall. This caused it to crack and crumble from the pressure of his immense frame. With another motion, Quinn threw his arms in the air, tearing the shower head off the wall in the process. Finally the symbiote had wrapped itself around Quinn’s feet, his legs becoming tree trunks of muscle in the process. With every last bit of fight he had left in him, Quinn gripped the gel covering the front of his chest. He gave one final tug, momentarily exposing his newly muscled and veiny chest. As the symbiote quickly patched the hole he’d just made, it simultaneously wrapped its around the Jock’s fully erect cock, using it as an access point inside his body. While the symbiote entered the tip of Quinn’s cock, flooding his scrotum, he suddenly stopped fighting completely. “Fuck” he moaned. At this point two eye-like fixtures appeared on the gooey mask covering his face. The engorged alpha slowly raised his muscled arm, inspecting every inch of it. In a single swift motion he punched the air in front of him. The symbiotic gel flung itself from his arm and pierced a hole in the wall across the room. “You’re right. We are powerful.” Quinn continued to moan. He gripped the remaining pieces of the crumbling shower stall. As he began to put some pressure, the cement melted to dust under his immense strength. “Thank you for choosing me.” Quinn said with a wicked cackle. “This world belongs to us. This world belongs to VENOM!” Quinn… or Venom roared. *a few minutes earlier inside Quinn’s head* “Hello boy. I am Venom and I have chosen to bond with you. Together we will be unstoppable. When bonding with a host, any muscle fibers I touch mutate and gain nearly 150% strength and density.” Quinn raises his arm and inspects it, verbally moaning “Fuck.” Venom continues to speak inside Quinn’s head. “And together, you have the ability to control me. We are very powerful together. I’ll show you my boy. Punch your arm towards the wall.” Quinn follows directions. It feels unworldly lifting his densely packed arm. Quinn has never felt a strength such as this. He feels unstoppable because knowing that he could do whatever he wanted to. He had so much muscle and strength that no one could contest him. Even the world's strongest man would be a child compared to him. Watching every muscle striation through the black Lycra-like suit, Quinn thrust his arm forward, cutting the air in front of him. Instantly, the Lycra liquified and shot itself in the direction of the wall across the room, leaving a crater in the concrete. Wild thoughts of power, domination, and obedience began to fill Quinn’s mind. He had become a mutant of inconceivable power and loved every minute of it. “You’re right. We are powerful” he moaned. Quinn needed to see what else his... their powers could do. He loved that he could easily crush cement in his vice grip. Quinn began to sadistically laugh. “Thank you for choosing me.” Quinn knew what he had to do. He no longer was the human known as Quinn. “This world belongs to us! This world belongs to Venom!” “That’s right…” the creature responded. “And together we will make humans submit to our authority.” As Venom began to step out of the shower, the locker room door swung open. In came one of the local bodybuilders. “Now’s our time to feed” the creature thought, Quinn’s thoughts now speaking in unison. Like it was instinct, Quinn… I mean Venom knew exactly what to do. He shot his arms in the bodybuilder’s direction. The symbiotic gel flung itself at him, latching itself onto his body. As it began to retract towards Venom, the bulky man was thrown to the ground and dragged towards the inhuman creature. Once face to face, Venom began to speak. His voice had become a mix of what Quinn’s once was, but sounded deeper and had a hiss to it. “Are you scared of me.” He taunted the bodybuilder. “Y.. yes” was all the hefty man could say. “Good boy. Fear our power” hissed venom. “Do you want to know what this kind of power feels like.” Venom said has he began flexing his biceps, leaning in so they were right in front of the bodybuilders face. “Kiss them.” The beast commanded. The bodybuilder obliged and began to beg “please let me feel the power that you possess.” Without a word, venom nodded and began to cackle. In one swift motion he tore the Lycra leggings off of the bodybuilders legs, exposing two pillars of food for the creature to consume. “Relax!” Venom commanded as he turned the bodybuilder around and began fucking him in the ass. Venom no longer had to fear being gay like Quinn once had. He was too powerful to care how anyone ever treated him again. Shortly after he had begun thrusting, the creature could feel the process begin as the symbiotes shot from his cock and spread themselves inside the jock. Surprisingly the man had little protest as the gel began to seep out of his mouth and pull him into Venom. Minutes later the two had fully merged. With a growl, Venom began to pose and flex in mirror, erotically watching himself as his muscles once again pulsed like heartbeats. With each passing second the consumed bodybuilder’s mass was being piled onto Venom’s frame at a rate of 150%. The creature looked more inhuman than ever; his biceps now towering at 25 inches, lats 2x the width of his waste, pecs sticking 6 inches out past his chin, quads thinker around than his waste, and a 6 pack of abs which was morphing into a set of 8 that very moment. Inside the creature, the bodybuilder could feel every single bit of this mutant’s power. His cells were being dispersed throughout Venom’s muscle fibers and nerves as if they were his own. He had now become Venom and the bodybuilder loved how it felt. He was ready to assume this creatures role and control it; but he was unable to move. Beginning to panic the bodybuilder cried out “why can’t I move?!” Venom began laughing as the bodybuilder lost all ability to speak, becoming a lifeless entity that could only feel anything Quinn/Venom commanded his body to do. Shifting into a most muscular pose, Venom roared and hissed wildly “who’s next to devour!” Venom thought to himself for a second and smirked. “Oh I know exactly who…” With that Venom followed his instincts again and let the symbiote recede inside of him, revealing a now gigantic Quinn. He wasn’t the same Quinn though. His eyes were sinister and he exuded an alpha attitude of testosterone filled arrogance. His jawline was a lot more defined and he was covered in thick hose-like veins. The new Quinn pulled out his phone and began to text Dakota: “Hey Bro. We should hit the gym tomorrow before the party. I want to get a nice pump in! Meet at 4?” As he waited for a response Quinn decided it would be fun to see what his new body could do without the symbiote suit. He loved how it felt to walk through the gym and have every guy staring at him like he was a freak of nature. First he approached the bench press. At first he grabbed 6 45lb plates, which ended up being easier than he’d ever expect. Next, he added 4 more plates and began grunting through 450lbs reps. After nearly 30 reps, Quinn had lured a crowd of onlookers. By the 50th rep, the symbiote infused jock was pumped beyond belief. Quinn let out an aggressive outcry, throwing the barbell to the floor and flexing for his admirers. Even without the symbiote suit he was a god. Suddenly his phone buzzed: “Ya man! Let’s get jacked for the ladies!” In a baritone rumble, Quinn hissed “Oh you have no idea!” *The Following Day* Quinn anxiously awaited Dakota’s arrival for their ‘pump session’ which the symbiote infused jock knew would actually be ‘his personal pump session.’ Sitting on a nearby bench, Quinn repped out several bicep curls, checking his phone every few minutes. Clad only in a skintight Under armour stringer top, his newly symbiote infused muscles were bulging beyond belief. Anyone who passed by was immediately drawn to Quinn’s thick traps which were causing the stringer to beg for mercy. With a simple flex, he could make its threads snap and slide off his body, but he figured he’d wait for Dakota to show that off. Right around 4:10pm, Dakota strolled into the gym, not noticing Quinn’s unrecognizable stature over by the weights. Quinn eye’d the wrestler as he made his way into the locker room. Without hesitation and ready to feast, he trailed Dakota inside. “Hey Bro” he hissed in an arrogant manor. “Who’s top dog now?” “You’re such a jokest-“ was all Dakota could get out before turning around to the behemoth that was now Quinn. The two locked eyes for several seconds before Quinn broke the dumbfounded jocks silence. “What? Cat’s got your tongue? Shocked to see your ‘little’ protégée looking like an unstoppable juggernaut of muscle?” Quinn’s upper lip curled as he resisted showing an arrogant smirk while trying to keep a stern face. “But… how” was all Dakota could get out. “So you wanna see how I became such a stud do you? Are you aroused by my godly stature?” Quinn loved mocking Dakota for the very same thing he was being mocked for yesterday. “You see boy-“ Quinn no longer felt the need to refer to Dakota by his human name. Instead all he saw was a boy who was about to be food for the creature inside of him. “-I could actually show you how to be as powerful as me.” With these words Quinn grabbed the door to the locker he was standing next to and tore it right off of its hinges. “Would you like that?” he hissed at the boy he once idolized. Quinn’s stern look was no more as the monster flexed his traps and his stringer snapped and rolled off his body. Standing there shirtless, he began tensing his pecs, causing the striations to slowly ripple underneath paper thin skin. “Y- yes! C’mon man! Show me how to be as strong as you Quinn.” Dakota pleaded with the inhuman freak in front of him. “Well if you insissssst” Quinn began letting the symbiote come out to play. Dakota watched in horror as black gel began seeping out of Quinn’s orifices, spreading itself across his shirtless body. The tentacles quickly linked themselves together forming a spandex suit around the jock’s muscular frame. Once fully suited, Venom began to speak. “You see boy, I’ve been blessed with this power. And there is only one way to give you a taste of it!” With these words Venom launched his arm at Dakota, the symbiotic tentacles flying towards and gripping onto the jock. As they began dragging Dakota towards a now fully erect Venom, the tentacles shredded the jock’s clothes off his body. “You’re a monster-” Dakota screamed, only to be interrupted by Venom. “-I know I am! And I fucking like it!! I bet you’ll like it too!” “Please let me go” the jock kicked and begged at his tormentor. “Don’t you want to know what it feels like to have the power that I do?” Venom taunted and sneered while flexing a bicep. The jock was almost face to face with the creature at this point. “I do.” Dakota moaned. His eyes were transfixed on Venom’s massive bicep. He wanted to feel what it was like to possess that kind of strength. “Then open up boy! I’m hungry!” The monster belted as his symbiotes turned the jock around. Venom proceeded to slam his gel covered dick into the jock, starting the familiar feeding process. As he continually thrust his dick as deep as it could go into Dakota’s ass, venom could feel the symbiotes bursting from the tip of his cock. The gel spread and wrapped around its prey’s internal organs, consuming him from the inside out. “Fuck man. Please let me go.” Dakota whined as he began coughing and trying to clear his throat. He was terrified and began to doubt if power was worth this. Venom no longer cared if the jock that he idolized knew he was gay. The human fears that Quinn once had didn’t matter to the inhuman beast he was now. Venom knew he could do whatever the fuck he wanted and could fuck whoever he wanted to with the power he now possessed. As the black gel began creeping out of Dakota’s mouth and forming a latex mask around his face Venom hissed, “Relax boy. You said you wanted to be powerful like me. I’m giving you a taste of that power.” The symbiotic gel crept down Dakota’s neck, making its way back towards Venom. “You mean I’ll be powerful like you? And I’ll be able to control it like you do?” Dakota whispered full of fear, his voice faltering. As the symbiotes made contact with Venom they began to merge pulling Dakota into Venom, morphing them together. With a sinister laugh Venom growled back at him. “You think I’d let you control this power? Venom chose me, so I’ll be in complete control. You said you wanted to be powerful, so we are letting you feel what it’s like to be powerful. Your muscles will become part of our body, making us stronger and more muscular. You will feel and see everything we do, but that’s it.” Dakota let out a guttural scream as the last of his face and body was consumed by Venom. “Don’t worry boy, you are now part of Venom… but I AM Venom!!” With these words, Dakota was completely absorbed by venom, causing the symbiotes body to morph and inflate with immense amounts of muscle. “Oh, how fun this party is going to be. So many humans to feed my hungry muscles” the creature hissed to himself while inspecting his newly engorged biceps. With a dark and sinister laugh, Venom bounced his pecs and left the empty locker room, the symbiote receding into Quinn’s body.

Part 1: Why Not Try It? Bzzz bzzz. Evan heard his phone vibrations from across the room as he fixed himself a sandwich. He had been waiting for a text back from his friend Brandon. Evan walked over and picked up the phone, swiping it unlocked and deftly typing a response. “I’m home from college for the weekend. Wanna hang out?” Branson responded faster now. “Yeah bro! I’d been hoping you’d come home some weekend soon. Wanted to catch up with you.” Evan remembered when he was home last year for a few days and he and Brandon had met up with a couple of girls their age, partying with them and eventually fooling around with them in Brandon’s basement. “Yeah? You wanna do a repeat of last November?” Brandon was Evan’s best friend from hometown; they’d done everything together, from homework to baseball, to hooking up with girls. Even though Evan was going to a university about 3 hours away, and Brandon was still at home at the smaller local college, the two still kept in good contact with each other. It took a few minutes to Brandon to reply, and Evan was a little worried he offended his buddy. Maybe he was weirded out by getting a blowjob in the same room as his lifelong friend? Still, they didn’t watch each other or anything. As far as Evan knew, they were both straight as an arrow. ”nah” the gray speech bubble finally read. “Wanna come work out with me? We can go to my campus gym.” ”works for me” Evan quickly typed out. “Be over in 10 to pick you up.” Evan was excited at the chance to get a workout in with Brandon. The two guys were roughly around the same build and physique which made them perfect workout partners for each other; around 160 lbs, 6’ tall, they normally benched around 140, taking turns spotting each other while shooting the shit. This was the first time working out at Brandon’s college, Evan thought, as he hopped into his parent’s Mazda and began driving towards Brandon’s house. Pulling up to the curb some 5 minutes later, Evan looked down to text Brandon to come outside. He saw the guy on Brandon’s front yard start walking towards his car, but that must have been Brandon’s uncle or something. That guy was nearly 200 pounds and had much thicker chest, arms, and legs than Brandon. Still, the guy walked closer until he reached the passenger side door and knocked on the window. Evan could see him closer now and recognized him instantly. ”B?! Is that you??” He rolled down the window and unlocked the car. ”Hey Ev,” replies Brandon, his voice no different than Evan remembered it. Brandon opened the door and hopped in. He was wearing a loose cutoff shirt and short mid thigh running shorts, which his thighs were nearly too thick for. ”Good to see ya man,” Evan said. Not wanting to waste any of their workout time, he started driving toward the gym. “You look...” ”Huge??” laughed Brandon. “Yeah, I haven’t seen you since last June, right? I’ve been putting in crazy time at the gym. What do you think?” Brendan flexed a little as he directed Evan’s route. “Yeah, I mean you look crazy!” Evan exclaimed. “I’ve made a couple big lifestyle changes,” Brandon said. “I’ll tell ya about it when we get there.” He grabbed Evan’s upper thigh playfully. “If you can keep my secret!” Evan stayed silent while Brandon let go and laughed. “I’m kidding man. Nothing more than good old fashioned hard work and nutritional changes! Oh, you can park here.” They arrived at a brown brick building with the sign “Eastern Student Fitness” our front. There were no other cars around and no sign of anyone else on campus. ”Where is everyone?” asked Evan as they walked toward the entrance. ”Fall break. But since I work here, I’ve got a key. And since they’re all gone, we’ve got the place to ourselves.” He flipped through the keys on his maroon lanyard, finally selecting a silver one and turning the lock open. “After you...” The motion sensor lights flicked on as the two guys entered the linoleum hallway. “Wanna hit the weights?” Brandon asked, sort of skipping down the hallway. ”Hellll yeah man, show me what you can now!” called Evan. They ended up at the bench press where Brandon had racked up 2 plates on each side of the bar. Before Evan could even get in position to spot him, Brandon was busting out reps, racking the bar after completing his 10th with ease. Evan’s eyes went wide. “Ok, well I usually do about 5x5 of 135...” he said sort of meekly, removing a plate from his side of the bar. ”No problem bro!” Brandon hopped behind the bar to spot his friend. Evan felt motivated by Brandon’s new swagger, and felt his muscles surging a little as he pressed the reps out. This continued for a while across the deserted weight room, with Brandon pounding out an impressive set while Evan removes weight and followed suit. The two guys were starting to get a little hot, and since no one else was around, they decided to take their shirts off. Evan had some pec definition and a modest 4 pack, with a fledgling few strands of chest hair. Despite being 20 now, he had never been able to grow any. Meanwhile Brandon had pecs nearly twice the size of Evan’s, covered in a light dusting of blonde hair that was shaved down to a stubble. Evan eyed Brandon up and down, noticing both his huge upper body, but stopping to notice Brandon’s butt tightly stretching his black nylon shorts in the back. ”You must be hitting those squats hard too eh man?” laughed Evan. ”Hah, yeah dude,” said Brandon, adjusting his shorts a little to show the white and black striped waistband of his underwear sticking out slightly. “Let’s do it.” Brandon loaded up around 250 lbs as a warmup weight and squatted it down. Evan watched him intently, especially his friend’s butt. I mean damn... it was incredible the way Brandon had changed in the last 5 short months. Evan peeked a small strip of skin and the crack of Brandon’s ass between the bottom of his waistband and the top of his shorts as Brandon squatted down and back up again. “Bro, you wearing a jock or something?” teased Evan. ”Oh shit, sorry man, didn’t mean for you to have to see that.” ”Its alright B, we’re like brothers after all. I’m impressed with how far you’ve come.” ”Dude it could totally be you too. I just got lucky with the way my body kept growing after high school.” ”No way man, you put in good work. You must be getting tons of chicks now!” ”Eh,” said Brandon. “Not really. But to be honest with you, I’m happy that way. Hey, you wanna shower here? It’s just us two and we really fuckin’ stink.” ”Sure man,” said Evan, as Brandon motioned toward the locker room and followed him out of the weight room. Evan pushed the swinging heavy door to the locker room open and walked down one of the far aisles of orange lockers. He raised his voice to talk to Brandon, assuming he’d take the next row over. After all, why change together if they could have privacy, right? “So what kind of diet’ve you been eating?” he called, looking down to untie his sneakers. Brandon was basically right behind him as he answered. “Oh you know, a ton of protein,” he calmly replied, also untying his shoes. ”Fuck!” cried Evan, startled. “I didn’t expect you to come down the same row as me dude.” ”Eh what’s the big deal bro? Nothing you haven’t seen before!” Brandon laughed. He was naked now except for his white jockstrap. His cock was starting to stir a little, the pump from the gym, his shirtless friend, and the musky smell turning him on. Evan turned around and saw Brandon’s stiffening bulge. “The fuck, man?” He was now naked himself, and covered his own crotch with his hands. “Calm that thing down dude, I’m not your chick Jenny.” ”Nah Jenny’s been gone for a while,” Brandon said. “Actually I’ve been hanging out with ‘Dave’ these days.” That sent Evan the message. “Dave? Who’s Dave? You’re fucking gay?! After all we went through, I can’t believe it. I mean I still love you man, in a friend way, but damn, how could you not tell me!” Evan felt betrayed. And scared at Brandon’s out of character behavior, and his openness. But most importantly, Evan was scared of his own cock stiffening underneath his cupped hands. ”Its a long story,” Brandon replied. “But I’ll tell you. And it has to do with this-“ he flexed his left bicep- “and this-“ he cupped his rock hard boner bulge through the fabric of his jock with his other hand. “But hey man,” he started to say, as Evan couldn’t look away from his body and moved his own left hand away from his crotch to balance himself on the wooden bench as he stepped closer to his friend. ”I can tell-“ as Evan stepped within a foot of Brandon now, sweating and smelling the manly musk of the locker room and slowly moving his right hand away from his cock, ready to show Brandon in all its 6-inch erect glory, as Brandon’s bulge pulsed and bounced in its jockstrappy-prison, the tip of it gently poking out at the top right of the pouch. ”You’re curious.” Brandon concluded as Evan took another step closer, his cock now gently poking Brandon in the thigh as he rested his hands on the big man’s chest, gently feeling them up. Brendan tilted his head right and down to whisper in Evan’s ear as his right arm wrapped around Evan in a tight embrace, his left reaching town towards his crotch, pushing his jockstrap pouch to the side, freeing his 10-some inch beast to press up fully against Evan. The warmth of Brandon’s meat pressed against his crotch and leg turned Evan on even more, as his cock bounced and stiffened even further. “Why not try it,” whispered Brandon as his left arm grasped both their cocks and rubbed them together gently, his right arm now holding the back of Evan’s head and pushing him down slightly, as, unknowingly to the pair of men, Brandon’s body pumped out gallon after gallon of invisible pheromones of growth and seduction. To be continued next time in: Part 2: One of Us Now

Who knows, mate - maybe they both just lie awake checking out each other's Instagram posts on their phones under their duvets. And maybe Deano's joke about climbing into Luke's bed is going round in Woody's head as he lies there in the dark looking in the direction of Luke lying under his duvet.

Thanks for all the awesome comments (as usual), guys! I probably should have predicted that that chapter would go down well! I should get more posted over the weekend. There's some stuff coming up that was really fun to write. Lots of Luke/Woody getting to know each other more moments (and not just while sitting on Luke's bed watching Dom and Cole)!

How are these two supposed to get any sleep in that room tonight? Brutal!

Synergy Sometimes you just know. It feels so deep and integral that is seems to come from the deepest part of you. You can feel it in your bones, radiating out to the skin. It is a truth that cannot be explained away. I felt this the first time I saw Ian. I was too young to know what it was at the time, but I knew he was special to me. I knew that he held in his equally small hands the key to happiness—or what I believed happiness to be at the time. Everyone loved Ian. He was handsome and athletic and social. He was friendly and kind. One night, when we were in fifth grade, I spend the night at Ian’s house. He hadn’t asked me to spend the night before, but we had become better friends. I remember walking downstairs to the basement and getting sleeping bags out, lying next to him, feeling his warmth just inches away. I don’t know why I did it, but I looked over to him in the dark. “Hey Ian…We should pretend that I am Sarah. You like Sarah, right?” “What do you mean, ‘pretend you are Sarah?’ That’s silly, Brad.” “I mean, I can lay on top of you and we can kiss. You can practice on me. You want to kiss her. You said so earlier.” “OK, but we can’t tell anyone about it.” That was the first time I knew that something was “wrong” about the way I felt. I crawled on top of Ian’s body, opened my mouth, and kissed him deeply, albeit clumsily. He was my first kiss. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I felt so attached to him. We never spoke of that moment the next day, or the day after, or the day after that. We continued to become closer and closer. He was everything to me, even at that age. I felt something deep and powerful inside my young mind and body. Ian did something for me that no one else had ever done…He made me feel beautiful and handsome. He made me feel popular. I was still the new kid but when Ian and I started hanging out, everyone accepted me. He made me feel wanted. He was amazing, even at that age. Weeks later, my parents sat us down for a family meeting. We moved around a lot when I was young. From what I had heard during closed-door phone calls, my dad was getting a job, hours away from Spokane where we lived at the time. I wasn’t sure at that moment, but when my parent’s called a family meeting, I knew it was time to move again. I was heartbroken. Not only because I now had some great friends, but because I couldn’t imagine leaving Ian. We played soccer together. We rode our bikes around the neighborhood together. We went swimming together. He was all I thought about and everything I wanted. I couldn’t bear to think about moving away from him. He was my first kiss. He was also my first heartbreak, although looking back, I don’t think that he knew it. He didn’t have the awareness that I did at that age. He didn’t know how I felt, not really. The day we moved, I remember grey skies and a light rain. The U-Haul truck waited in the driveway. Ian had promised me he would come and say goodbye but we were ready to leave and he hadn’t come to the house yet. I felt like my heart would break right there in the driveway. I would never see him again. Something inside of me cried out for him. I felt like I was leaving a part of myself behind—God, if I could only just say goodbye. The grass was still brown from a cold winter with plenty of snow. Spring’s warmth had not touched down yet and from the grey sky, it would remain that way for a while. I remember looking at the silent, sleeping, brown-matted grass and thinking that it looked like how I felt—sickly, on the brink of life, hungry for a better day, desiring of warmth, cognizant of a great change—afraid. I tried to postpone our departure. I said I had to use the restroom. I said I needed to spend a minute in my room. I wanted to walk around the backyard again—the backyard where Ian and I had spent so many hours talking and playing—and so many nights sleeping under the stars in our sleeping bags. I loved him and I couldn’t believe that I wouldn’t see him again. As my mom locked the front door to the split-entry house and we walked outside toward my waiting father and the truck full of our belongings, I saw a quick flash of shadow coming around the corner of the street. It was Ian. His legs were pumping on the peddles of his BMX bike and he was sweating and breathless—I could tell—and that was saying something. He was such a great athlete, even at that age. He must have been riding as fast as he could for the several blocks that separated our houses. I breathed a sigh of relief—and then sorrow crashed into me. Suddenly, I didn’t know if it was the best thing for him to have come. It would only make things harder. “Brad, here comes Ian! I know you wanted to say goodbye to him. I need to go talk to your dad but I’ll be in the car in a minute. We need to leave in a couple of minutes, so say goodbye. Do you want to ride with your father or do you want to come behind in the car with me?” I couldn’t even think about what my mom was saying. Did I want to ride in the truck or the car? I didn’t care. Only Ian mattered. When I saw him lay his bike down on the grass and walk quickly toward me, I could only think of him. My mom went to talk to my dad. Ian grabbed my hand and led me around to the back of the truck. “Sorry. I was grocery shopping with my mom and we were late. I tried to make her get home faster.” He was still out of breath. He wore the scent of his home. I could smell it. It smelled like Ian. I can still remember that smell—like summery detergent, fabric softener, and something spicy…like cloves and baked apples. His smell was warm and clean. Writing this down, I can still smell it years later. He leaned over to me quickly and gave me a kiss on the lips. I knew he was taking a risk…he had told me months ago that we were never supposed to talk about that night…so in that moment, I knew he felt something for me as well. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t respond for a moment. “I’ll miss you, Ian.” A tear edged its way out of the corner of my eye and slowly fell down my cheek. “Don’t cry. I’ll always be with you. I promise.” Somehow, I knew he was telling the truth. I felt something inside of me leap out for him, but the emotion that the empty space was replaced by was loneliness and sadness. He was right in front of me, but I still felt destroyed because I understood that we were going to be apart forever. “Goodbye, Brad. We should write to each other.” His voice cracked. We were so young and innocent. Pure. We loved each other and it was that simple. We weren’t old enough to be jaded by life. We weren’t old enough to be filled with trepidation or caution because of poor decisions. We were just friends—friends who loved each other deeply. “Brad! We need to go. Its already an hour after when we wanted to leave. Come and get in the car,” I heard my mom bellow. “See you, Ian.” “Write to me when you get to your new house.” I jumped in the car and looked out the window. It was slightly fogged from the weather. It began to rain harder. The last thing I remember about that day was Ian standing on our lawn, his BMX bicycle tipped over next to him, waving as we drove away. ================================================================================== The rest of my elementary school life was a nightmare. I was thin, short, and out of shape. I had thick glasses and was “smart” so the cool kids didn’t want to really get to know me. I thought of Ian often when no one would play with me. Eventually, the most popular kid on our sixth-grade class befriended me. He was tall and blonde. His father was a doctor and they lived in a beautiful house on the crest of a hill overlooking the town. I was glad he became my friend. Everyone seemed to like me after he started talking to me. I didn’t feel the same way about him as I did about Ian, but he was nice and I made some friends because of him. Ian and I wrote to each other a few times. Eventually, we stopped. I don’t know who sent the last letter, or who didn’t respond, but I do remember feeling some blunted and distant sorrow about that loss. But one thing I knew—that beautiful handsome boy would ALWAYS be my first kiss. And I would ALWAYS be his. That gave me some satisfaction. ================================================================================== Junior high started the next year. It was a huge transition. The elementary schools combined and so there were hundreds of new kids. Social life was turned on its head. I went to sit with my friends from elementary school at lunch. The popular kids had somehow found each other automatically. The cool kids I had become friends with in my last year of elementary school had gravitated toward a group of other good-looking kids. I approached John, the coolest guy in my class last year who had befriended me. I had never seen the girl sitting next to him, nor can I remember what she looked like or who she was. Sometimes it is easiest to block things out that are painful. “Hey John. Is this where we are sitting?” I asked when I walked up to the long cafeteria table. John didn’t look at me, not really. He just kept talking to the people around him. The little shrew-faced girl sitting next to him looked up at me standing next to them as they were seated. With a smug look she gave me a once over, looking at my unremarkable face, my thick glasses, beginnings of acne, and unremarkable body. I was short, even for that age. I wasn’t dressed like most of the cool kids. My parents didn’t have much money although we never lacked anything we really needed. We just couldn’t afford the name brands and current styles that the cool kids could. After inspecting me carefully, the girl looked me straight in the eye and proclaimed me unworthy. “This table is for the popular kids. Go somewhere else.” In that instant, something inside of me changed, and not for the better. I felt alone. I felt like I had lost something of great value – I had lost my friends from last year. From that moment on, when the lunch bell rang, I either sat in the hallway waiting for the lunch period to be over and not eating anything, or if I was especially hungry that day, I would take my brown bag lunch, walk into the boys’ restroom, close the door to a stall, sit on a lidded toilet, and eat my lunch there. It was disgusting, I know, but I didn’t feel like I belonged anywhere. I knew everyone and they knew me, but I didn’t belong to any group or have any real friends. It was terrible. My parents didn’t know of my isolation. No one really knew. I faked it well. But, it was destroying my self-confidence and self worth. One morning, I woke up and felt sore from head to toe. It wasn’t the soreness that comes from a solid run or a little overexertion. It was the kind of soreness that made me feel like my body was growing into the mattress. I could barely move. I had never felt like that before. It was painful but it also felt supremely…good. It was a foreign feeling. I only wanted to lay in bed. I wracked my mind trying to think about what could have made me feel that way. I didn’t play sports and I hadn’t had gym class the day before. Every muscle in my body felt like it had been put through some sort of top-level military exercise. I couldn’t explain it, so I didn’t try. When I got to school, I moved slowly through the hall. Picking up my legs was a struggle. God, so much pain was wracking my body. The thought of sitting in a chair for first period was the only thing that kept me going. I shuffled through the hall. I heard some laughter, most likely because there was wincing on my face. I tried to blend in to the surroundings. It is how I learned to survive; however, the dull pain radiating from my muscles forced a certain scowl to be permanently etched onto my face. Fuck. I was almost to my first course of the day. I turned around the corner in the wide hallway hugging the wall and leaning a bit on it for support. Just then, John, my previous friend from elementary school ran into me, head-on. “Sorry, Brad.” He looked at me with some degree of pity. I think he knew he had been an ass hole and was feeling sorry about the social pariah that I had become. He was partially responsible for that and I know he knew it to some degree. At that moment though, all I could think about was the sharp pain that I felt as his body collided with mine. The rest of junior high was spent cowering away from people. The days of soreness came and went for years. I couldn’t really explain them, nor could I escape them. I would often feel the same way a day or two after my gym class, but that was only once a week and my bouts of full-body soreness occurred much more frequently than that. One thing that I did excel at was music. I joined the high school jazz band when I moved up to 10th grade. I was good. I played the piano and could make the most jaded person feel alive when I sat down at the keyboard. It was a gift. Our school was known for the music program and a lot of the cool kids were in band actually. The teacher was amazing, energetic, and fun. We traveled around the state putting on concerts for communities and other schools. It was the highlight of my high school career up to that point. When I was a senior, we were invited to perform at a Washington state high school leadership camp at Central Washington University in Ellensburg. It was scheduled on the day of my 18th birthday. CWU wasn’t too far away, but it was a reason to be gone from high school and my tormented existence there for a day so I was very excited. I woke up on the morning before we left, more sore and exhausted than I ever had been. I was in so much pain; I almost started crying when attempting to get out of bed. I didn’t want to eat as was typical when I felt this way. I just wanted to lay in bed, motionless, without apology. My parents had been becoming increasingly worried. Something that they thought was probably just growing pains had now been occurring for the better part of 6 years…and I hadn’t been growing much. I was around 5’4” and thin. Most of the latter part of that equation was because of my lack of desire to eat when I felt the soreness. It was becoming more and more frequent that I would have these bad days. The doctors didn’t know what was causing it and that was not for a lack of trying to figure it out. They did all sorts of tests. I was supposedly healthy outside if a bit of malnutrition. Anyway, Jazz Band was planning on going to this leadership conference the next day. I wasn’t going to miss it. It would be the best birthday present I could have--I enjoyed getting out and exploring other places. It reminded me that there was a life outside of the walls of my high school. I knew that if I could make it to graduation, things would be OK. I was thinking of going to CWU anyway, so I could check it out while I was there. I forced myself out of bed, showered, got dressed, and made it to school just on time- without eating of course. I knew I should really start eating more. The day went well for the most part. I ate in the bathroom stall again, which was becoming more and more common for me to do. I avoided talking to people and therefore, avoided being made fun of or pushed around. Fuck, I was short AND skinny. That is a troublesome combination for an 18-year-old band geek. I walked home alone. It was only a couple of blocks so there was not use in driving. I was in a good mood however. Tomorrow was another band trip and my birthday. I ate a few bites at dinner, crawled into bed, and wished for a quick sleep. The next morning, we left for Ellensburg. The air was clear and crisp as often happens in the late spring. This would be our last trip of the school year and the last trip of my high school career. We arrived at the university and started setting up in a huge ornate auditorium. Red velvet curtains crossed the stage with long braded golden ropes hanging from the corners. Huge soaring columns lined the sides of the auditorium and hundreds of soft seats curve out in dozens of rows facing the stage. It was a beautiful building. We got things prepared and just in time. The participants from other high schools around the state started filtering just as we completed our sound check. The concert began. I was brilliant as usual. But I didn’t consider myself to be anything special, regardless of the talent I obviously had. The concert ended and I was a bit sad. The one thing in my life that I cared about, the one thing I was good at, was almost over. I loved the applause of the audience. It was one good thing in my life. I made my way out of the auditorium after we were finished. I was helping the others pack up their instruments in the back alley behind the building. I felt a shock of surprise for some reason. I didn’t know why, but the air seemed to change somehow. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I got goose bumps all over my arms. “Hey. Is your name Brad?” I heard a deep powerful rumbling voice ask from a few feet behind me. It sounded like silk and thunder. I turned around and one of the most stunning men I have ever seen was staring at me with a quizzical look. He smiled and my heart exploded. He was about my age but phenomenally more muscular. He looked to be about 6’ tall, had smooth tan skin unadulterated by acne. His hair was short and with a slight curl. Damn. He was beautiful. “Ya. I’m Brad.” I didn’t know what else to say. Who the fuck was this Adonis? His tight t-shirt hugged his body and was a size too small. The fabric stretched begrudgingly over his bloated pecs, pulling tight especially across his cleavage. Two gumdrop sized nipples stuck out against a shirt that had no recourse from the power contained underneath it. The sleeves were a bit to short but that only served to accentuate the planets of delts perched above the god’s arms. Biceps dangled happily from the shoulders and were hugged on each side by a very prominent vein. His forearms looked like Popeye-come-to-life but were decorated with an intricate web of vasculature. I never thought veins to be especially attractive, but his were somehow…graceful. I couldn’t take my eyes away from his steely grey eyes. They knew something I did not. I could tell he was now smiling mischievously. I broke my gaze and looked away for a moment. I pushed the bridge of my glasses up my nose. Some of the girls were staring, slack-jawed, at the perfect specimen that was staring at me. Some of the other guys were similarly in awe. Others looked disgusted, but only out of jealousy. This was a god, and everyone knew it. “Brad! I can’t believe it is you!” The god looked like he was getting excited and was happy about something. I couldn’t think of what it could be. It made me a bit nervous—and aroused. His muscles expanded and contracted. He didn’t take his eyes off of me but had this galactic grin across his face. He took a step toward me and I just looked up, wondering who this was and what he could possibly want with me. He took another step, bent down slightly and wrapped his arms around me. “It’s Ian! From elementary school. I heard your name when they were introducing you all in there and I thought it must be you.” It was Ian. The best friend I ever had. My first kiss. His first kiss. “IAN!” I gasped. He lifted me up easily, his hands under my arms, until I was eye to eye with him. It should have felt demeaning to have someone pick me up like a small child, but it didn’t. It felt safe. “Brad, I can’t believe it man. I just can’t believe it. What are the odds of us meeting here after all this time?” I couldn’t speak. My mind was racing and my cock was beginning to respond to this beautiful man’s voice. This was my best friend. This was my best friend! Instantly, I didn’t feel alone anymore. I heard a couple of gasps from my fellow band-mates. I could tell they were stunned that I knew who this muscle stud was and that he was giving me a hug. Ian set me down on my feet again. My eyes traveled up from his pecs to his eyes. I couldn’t help but noticed, however, that his too-small shirt left an inch gap between the top of his tight jeans and the bottom hem of his t-shirt. I could make out the silky skin underneath and a very pronounced happy trail of hair running from what must be his abs down to his manhood. I was about to explode. My cock twitched in my pants. His eyes were glowing and his smile could knock satellites out of orbit if he grinned in the right direction. Fuck. He was perfect. “Ian, we have to go!” I heard a middle-aged voice call out in the distance. “We have to leave now!” “Hey Brad. We need to catch up. I should give you my number. I graduate high school next week and will have a few weeks off before I come here for football training camp this summer. I can come visit you if you want. I just can’t believe that I finally reconnected with you!” “That…That would be…great, Ian.” The god looked around for a pen or something so he could write his number down. A stunned girl (a homely overweight saxophonist) meekly handed him a pen, smiling, blushing. “Thank you,” he rumbled and smiled looking her directly in the eye. He was kind. “You are coming here next year? I am as well.” I stuttered out the information. “Ya, I am! This will be so great! Brad, you have to call me. I’ll come visit in the next few weeks. I can drive over from Spokane. It’s only a few hours. I am so happy to see you! I miss you.” There was a look of caution and care in his eyes. He almost looked sad. It looked like pity. I couldn’t speak but just nodded in agreement. He flashed a smile and winked with his left eye. “Call me, Brad… Please. We have a lot to catch up on.” Another smile flashed across his face and he turned around to walk toward his teacher. The wind had been knocked out of my sails. I could barely breath as I watched him walk away. His back would make his chest jealous. Thick pillars of muscle ran along his spine. A topographical map lay under his tight shirt. And his round tight ass… that is what my eyes focused on. Powerful, tight, hard, sexy-as-fuck. I wanted to bury my face in between those muscle cakes and feed on his undoubtedly perfect hole. I couldn’t stop staring. Just before he turned around the corner with his school group, he looked back at me, flashed that smile, and winked again. It was silent for a moment. Everyone around me was stunned. They looked at me like I was an alien, like they had just barely noticed a new life form in their midst. “You know that guy?” I heard spoken to me a dozen times in the next few minutes. I didn’t respond for a few moments. I found that collecting my thoughts in that moment was almost impossible. John, my elementary school friend who hadn’t given me the time of day for years, and the drummer of our jazz band, approached me quickly. “Who was that?” he demanded. He sounded almost—jealous. There is little I remember about what happened after that, but I stood up straighter in that moment and looked around at the faces torn between trying to catch another glimpse of Ian or watching me like some strange insect. “He is my best friend.” I said it simply. Everyone went back to work, packing up for our trip home. Every once in a while, I would see someone glance at me and just shake their head. I didn’t know if it was jealousy or incredulity…maybe it was a bit of both. Which ever it was, that moment was the best of any birthday I had ever had. The next day I woke up and was sore again. I was in pain more than I wasn’t these days. I could barely get out of bed but I had to try. Something about what happened with Ian the previous day echoed in my mind. He was the handsomest, most masculine, gorgeous man that I had ever seen…and he wanted to come visit for a few days and “catch up” on life. I pinched myself repeatedly. Holy shit. School wrapped up for the year largely without incident. I called Ian a couple of times over the course of a few weeks and we set up for him to come and visit for several days before he headed to his summer football program. I couldn’t believe that that muscle stud would be under my roof, sleeping in my room, for 3 or 4 days. I don’t know if I could control myself. Every time I thought about it, I got hard…like raging hard. My cock was becoming quite talented at producing sweet honey-like precum at even the most passing of thoughts about Ian. How would my humble cock and balls handle having that meat monster around for days on end? The day finally came. It was perfectly sunny outside and warm. Ian pulled into our driveway in a late model Jeep Wrangler. It fit his ruggedness and personality perfectly. I watched out the window as he grabbed a t-shirt from the back seat and pulled it over his bare chest. He had been shirtless and now was trying to be presentable for meeting my parents again. I wish he would have just left that god-damned shirt off and walked up to the front door in all of his magnificence. Even just looking out the window at him pulling his shirt over his head, I was ready to pump out a huge load. This could be trouble. I heard the doorbell downstairs and a shuffling from the kitchen. “Brad!!! That must be Ian!” I head my mother yell. She was going to answer the door, thankfully. I was still a bit hard from watching Ian’s bare chest pull into the drive. I wanted to suck on his nipples, chewing them, grabbing his huge hard ass, tongue his tight pink love hole. These images flashed through my mind in the course of one second. Fuck. My. Life. I heard the low rumble of Ian’s voice in the entry way and then I heard my mom start laughing. He was a charmer that is for sure. I made my way downstairs slowly…I didn’t want to cum spontaneously in my pants before I even got downstairs. “IAN! You made it.” I could hardly contain my excitement. I still couldn’t believe that this perfectly handsome muscle beast would be within arms reach of me for days on end. I was suddenly apprehensive. Would he find me watching him, lusting after him, tenting my shorts every time he looked at me. He seemed so nice, but maybe he would beat my ass if he found out. “Let’s get you settled in my room. Then we can decide what we are going to do the rest of the day, OK?” “Sure, Brad. I do need to go find a gym today so I can get a good workout in, but I saw a few coming into town. Other than that, I am completely free. I just want to be sure I stay in top shape for football camp this weekend.” I nodded in agreement. Some inner part of me wanted to be sure that Ian invited me to go workout with him, even though I hadn’t lifted a weight in my life. He grabbed his duffle bag in one arm and hoisted it onto his shoulder. “Lead the way, Brad,” he shot another smile at me with one of those devious winks. He would be trouble, I could feel it. “Straight up the stairs,” I said. He started climbing the stairs, his round hard ass-globes propelling his rippling beefy body up to my room. I was following him only a step behind. My face was only an inch away from his muscular ass globes and that tight, warm hole and I could smell his exquisite man scent reaching out to me like a mythological siren. I wanted to bury my tongue in the crevasse of his perky powerful caboose. I wanted to probe his fuck hole with my tongue until I made him scream. I couldn’t believe I was having these thoughts, but I was. It was as if he was sending me the message through his pheromones. I could smell him. I could smell his need. We reached my room, he threw his duffle bag on the ground, smiled at me, and got a dirty look on his face. Once again, he knew something I didn’t. “You mind if I change? I want to get my gym clothes on before I go find a place to workout.” “I don’t mind at all. I’ll just give you a few minutes to get ready.” I stared up at Ian, his pulsating muscles writhing under his tight clothes. “Brad, I’d prefer if you stayed.” He leveled me with another sly smile. “We can start catching up as I get ready.” He offered that last bit as insurance in case I didn’t accept the direction of his comments. How could I not. He was 6 foot and over 200 pounds of solid marble strength. I was just pushing 5’ 4” and struggled to break 110 pounds on a good day. I was pathetic comparatively. “Sure. Let’s catch up, Ian.” I sat on the edge of the bed as Ian rifled through his clothes looking for something he could wear to the gym. “Do you have any protein powder, Brad? I should probably make a shake before heading to the gym. I have some in the Jeep I can give you later in exchange.” I couldn’t stifle my laughter. “Seriously Ian. Do I look like I use protein powder? I am about as big as one of those thick thighs of yours.” Ian stopped changing and just looked at me—like he shouldn’t have asked the question. I wanted to look him in the eye, but I could only look at the beautifully tanned skin of the man before me. He had taken off all of his clothes except his briefs. I could see his bulge threatening to stretch the limits of its cage…and he wasn’t even hard. His body was so beautiful and thick. I could spend hours trying to describe it, but it would do no good. My eyes tracked down from his shoulders to his pecs. They traced his arms and switched over to his insane abs. Were abs supposed to have a netting of veins? I hadn’t ever seen that. My eyes came to rest on his waistline. His Apollo’s belt (or what I liked to call, the cum gutters) focused my eyes on the trail of hair extending from just above his navel downward where they plunged into his intensely white and tight briefs. I let out a soft moan and then… I spontaneously ejaculated. Fear coursed across my face and I felt like I was going to pass out, my body trembling from the orgasm as well as the embarrassment. My eyes started to flutter as I felt the world around me getting dark. I could tell I was going to pass out, my legs giving out underneath me. I faintly remember Ian’s beautiful muscled powerful body stepping toward me quickly with arms out. I felt them wrap around me. Then I felt myself faint. I was lying down on the bed naked. I looked over and saw Ian rifling through my dresser…shit. I had my muscle magazines in there. I mean, online pics and videos were OK, but sometimes having those pictures right in front – a magazine in one and my cock in the other – that was perfect. He grabbed a couple of items and turned around just in time to see me looking over at him. “You OK, Brad? I got you undressed and cleaned up. I hope you don’t mind. I didn’t want to worry your parents about you passing out since I think I know why you did.” He could see the terror in my eyes, I am sure of it. “It’s alright. Don’t worry about it. It happens sometimes.” “People spontaneously dumping cum in their pants when they look at you? That happens ‘sometimes’? Fuck that man!” For some reason, it came out in an angry voice. I felt my cheeks turn red. Was I jealous that others had seen Ian, my best friend, and had instant orgasms? Fuck yes. I was a little jealous. I was jealous that others had that reaction and I was even more jealous that he was so goddamn perfect. My life had sucked beyond words since I moved away from him…I ate my lunch almost every day in the school bathroom for fuck’s sake just to survive! And here he was, a god among men, smiling and friendly, and… and fuck him! “Ya. It happens sometimes.” He looked embarrassed now and slightly ashamed, like he had done something wrong. I felt like shit. He couldn’t help how fucking gorgeous he was with his thick cords and bulges, his perfect skin that any cosmetics company would want to know the secret too, his piercing steely eyes, his perfect body hair…it wasn’t his fault and I had just blamed him and made him feel ashamed of himself. I looked away. It was my turn to feel ashamed. He walked across the room toward me with some clean shorts and a tank top in his hand. He held them out to me with a look of concern on his face. He was worried about me and he was worried that I was angry with him. “Are you OK, Brad? I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have undressed you and cleaned you up. I was just trying to help.” “Please don’t apologize Ian. It’s me, not you. I guess I am just a little overwhelmed by how different our lives seem to have gotten since I moved here all those years ago.” “How so? You know you can tell me anything, Brad. Anything. You are still the best friend I have ever had.” I reached out and grabbed the clothes from his outstretched huge arm, pulled the shorts on and put on the tank top. My thinness was on display. I sat on the edge of the bed and patted the spot next to me in a gesture to invite him to sit down next to me. He took his spot on the bed and looked at me with so much compassion and concern in his eyes. I could barely speak. I started mumbling a few times, but couldn’t get out more than a few words without stopping. I wasn’t crying, I just didn’t know where to start. No one made me feel as comfortable as Ian and I had told no one about my horrible school experiences. He put is massive ripped arm around my small narrow shoulders. “Take your time, Brad. Just take your time.” I began telling him about elementary school, about my friends there and how they abandoned me in junior high. I told him about the meanness that I encountered because of my small size. I told him about being gay. He just left his arm around my shoulders and looked at my face. I couldn’t even make eye contact with him, but I knew he was paying attention to every word I was saying. About halfway through my story, he pulled me in tighter, right into the space between his bicep and his overdeveloped chest. I felt safe, finally. Eventually, I told him about how I thought I must be sick with some weird disease. I would have almost debilitating muscle soreness and no one knew why. He just listened and didn’t say a word for over an hour, all the while holding me in the muscled pocket of his hard armpit. At the end of the story, he gave me a squeeze. “So you see, our lives couldn’t be more different. If you want to leave after hearing about all of that, you can. It would be harder if you stayed and were weird about it.” “Nothing you have said makes me feel ‘weird’, Brad. Some things in our lives are maybe more similar than you would think.” That’s all he said at the moment so I left it at that. If he wanted to share some of his secrets with me, he would do so in his own time. I respected that. It just felt so good to have my best friend back. “You want to come to the gym with me? We could start you on a program to put some size on you, if you want.” “Ummmmm…maybe. I’ll go with you and see how I feel. It’s a bit intimidating--the gym.” We walked out of the room, down the stairs, and out to the Jeep. What a mismatched pair we were. But it didn’t matter. Arriving at one of the local muscle gyms, we walked in and were greeted at the front desk by fucking John. I didn’t know he worked there. Shit. “Hey, man. Could we get two visitor’s passes for the day? My buddy and I would like to get a workout in this afternoon.” John looked me directly in the eye. I couldn’t figure out what the look on his face meant, but it wasn’t friendly. “Sure. Just sign in here. It’s $5 for a visitor’s pass, but I’ll waive it for you,” John said looking at Ian. Ian signed his name and moved out of the way so I could sign in as well. I wrote down my name on the ledger. “That’ll be $5 for a visitor’s pass.” He looked at me with a smugness I was surprised at. I took out my wallet, embarrassed that Ian was getting a free pass and I had to pay. My face flushed red and I went into my billfold to grab the cash. Ian had been looking into the weight room and hadn’t seen the interaction between John and myself. He glanced back just as I was about to hand John my money. “Hey! Why are you making him pay?” There was a certain tone in Ian’s voice that made me believe that he was more than a little annoyed. “You didn’t make me pay. Why are you making him?” “Its OK, Ian,” I said quietly. “No, it isn’t. Fuck that. Why are you making him pay?” He reached into his own wallet and handed John a $10 bill. “That’s for both of us, asshole.” He put the money on the counter, his eyes boring into John’s. I was shell-shocked. Ian had just burned the most popular guy in our high school class. All I could think was, “We aren’t in high school anymore, John. You’re in a bigger pond with much bigger fish.” I kept that comment to myself. Ian looked down at me and simply said, “Let’s go, Brad.” We walked through the weight room into the locker room. The next hour of my life was insanely intense. Ian didn’t even workout much himself. He spent the entire time helping me learn different basic lifts. He coached me on form, on beginning routines, and we talked about nutrition. His workout time had turned into my personal training session. I was terrified that the next day I wouldn’t be able to move. I voiced my concern to Ian, since I had terrible muscle pain frequently. “Maybe you will, Brad. Maybe. But maybe not. I never have been sore after I lift.” “Not once?” “Never. And it’s not for lack of trying. I have tried to workout so hard that I couldn’t feel my legs or arms when I left the gym. But the next day, nothing. Not even a little ache. So, I guess it depends on how your body will deal with the lifting.” We left the gym after downing a couple of protein shakes that Ian had brought in his gym bag. Walking past the counter, John shot me a sharp look and then went on to stare at Ian’s massive frame walking along side of me. I couldn’t blame him. The rest of the evening, we just hung out at the house catching up on life, ate dinner with my parents, and settled in for a relaxing evening. My parent’s went to bed early so Ian and I stayed in the family room watching TV. It was so nice to feel that at ease with someone. I hadn’t had that feeling since the 5th grade. Ian kept looking at me though. I could tell he wanted to say something. A certain feeling of uncomfortability began to creep into the room. I could just feel it. The TV show ended and we just sat there in the room on the couch. “Ready for bed, Ian?” “Sure. Let’s go up to your room.” He smiled at me and led the way. He knew how much I liked staring at his ass. I am sure of it. I crawled into my big bed. He started blowing up the air mattress. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. He had stripped down to a pair of red tight boxer briefs that showed the separation of his beautiful ass cheeks and left little to the imagination with regard to his apparently huge cock. I felt myself getting aroused again watching him inhale deeply, shoulders rising, pecs jutting out…and then exhaling into the mouth valve on the air mattress. It was the sexiest thing I had seen—ever. So much power in that thick hard body. And it was almost naked three feet away from me. “Whoa…I think I’m going to give it a rest for a minute. I’m getting light headed.” I just smiled. He smiled back. “You know, you could just sleep in my bed. It is a king size. I don’t take up much room, obviously.” He looked at me with a certain seriousness on his face. “Not if you feel uncomfortable though,” I quickly added. I didn’t want my gigantic friend to think I was hitting on him…not yet anyway. “Um…OK. But I have to sleep in the nude. I can’t sleep if I have clothes on.” My cock shot to attention again but I don’t think Ian noticed. “That’s fine…just don’t attack me in my sleep. I know you want to!” I jested with him, trying to diffuse the sexually tense situation happening in my mind. Ian stood up straight, put his thumbs under the waistband of his underwear and eased them down. I could see the elastic stretching thin as the band worked its way over his globular glutes. Fuck, they were big and round and hard. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. He just stared at me. He worked his tight briefs off and down the huge quads of his and stood there in all of his 8”-soft glory. My breath caught in my throat. He just chuckled softly, reached down and grabbed the top sheet on the bed and worked his way under the covers. I could feel his heat radiating over to my much smaller, quivering body. I turned the light switch off next to the bed and the room fell into darkness. I was so tired—exhausted really. But at the same time, I didn’t want to miss out on the feeling of having this god of muscle only inches away from me…naked. NAKED. I could smell the clean scent of man rising from him. I could smell testosterone oozing from his pores. I could smell the singular scent of his clean hole calling to me. I wanted to bury my face in his ass crack and make him squeal as I rimmed him into ecstasy. I could taste him… My erection stiffened even more. I didn’t know it was possible. I let out a muffled moan and I saw his face turn toward me, only a few inches away. I reached onto the nightstand next to me and grabbed a wad of tissue paper and tried to sneak it under the covers. I was going to cum again. I felt my balls churning my seed. I thought I could cum and be quiet about it. I had the tissue paper ready to soak up my creamy emissions. Ian wasn’t asleep. I could tell by his breathing. But, I was being so careful. Maybe he didn’t know what I was doing. I could only hope. I couldn’t hold on much longer. I felt that trip switch that happens before the cum cannon begins to shoot: the point of no return. I could feel my inner parts start to pump their sticky juices in preparation for an epic explosion. I let out another stifled groan- trying to be as quiet as I could. I wrapped my hard throbbing cock in Kleenex and let myself cave into my more beastly nature. I felt my man juices rise through the canals inside of me, racing their way to freedom and into the receptiveness of my right hand. At the moment of climax, I heard a deep guttural breath come from Ian. The first volley of cum had shot out of my throbbing hot cock and I could feel the other ready for launch. Then I heard words that increased the power coursing through my body by one-hundred… “I’m gay too.” Ian had whispered the words at the moment of my orgasm. My body bucked and gyrated. I let out a growl that I was shocked could come from such a weak and thin body. Ian just chuckled and let me finish. “I just wanted you to know, and this seemed like the perfect time.” I was still reeling from the most powerful orgasm I had ever had as well as the knowledge that my fucking monster of a friend was naked, next to me, and gay himself. My head couldn’t handle it, but my body tried. My cock was drained, but it kept trying to spew more cum out. It was like dry heaves but for my cock…and it felt good. “Good night, Brad.” Ian rolled over on his side and fell into a deep sleep. His light snoring told me so. I lay there, sticky, hot, sweating…thunderstruck. I drifted off as well. I woke up early the next morning. Ian was still lying next to me, his skin touching mine lightly—our legs were touching. It felt amazing. I stretched, expecting to feel horrible pain and soreness from the intense workout the day before. I felt so energized and couldn’t even feel a slight ache. I was sure that I would be in a world of hurt. Ian stirred next to me and let out a low grumble. He sounded like a lion in pain. “Fuck, Brad. I can barely move. My whole body hurts. I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck.” I sat up in bed and looked over at him, concerned. He looked at me as his eyes popped out of his head. “Holy shit, Brad. Look at your abs.” Go to page 5 for Part II.

Oh my! The suspense is Killing me! There's gotta be a muscle worship session between these two sooner or later, except unlike with AJ and Noah, there's needs to be a"duo" muscle worship session. If it were me, I'd muscle worship both of those guys. From Woody's huge physique to Luke's smaller one. I find both men's bodies sexy. My heart will definitely go to Luke when he finds out about Woody's deal with Johnny's Hoxton. Keep up the great work, Muscleaddict!

Love it---dog days of summer are made for this story. It's getting hot in here!

Really enjoying this.

Wow this is building nicely and may I say even better than An and Noah

It just gets better and better Mr @muscleaddict! Thank you for this - and here’s to the next exciting episode! It reminds me a tiny bit of Saturday cinema club we used to go to back in the 1960s when, just at the cliffhanger moment, up on the screen “in next weeks thrilling episode!”

I occasionally work as an extra, and last Friday I participated in the making of some foreign film or a TV series. The site was an old high school, so the majority of the extras were young-looking people. While we were waiting in front of the school to be summoned to the set, I was having small talk with some of the older guys. Somewhere during the conversation, my eyes wandered around until I was watching the stairs at a bunch of extras. In their midst, I saw this guy who was much different than the others. Everyone else was skinny or teenage or elderly, but not him. Truthfully, I couldn’t determine his age, but judging by his appearance, he couldn’t have been less than 20 years old. His skin was darker than most people in my country, most likely because he had just returned from the seaside where he got tanned. His face was cute. His eyes were dark yet clear, and his lips were full and shiny. This is a photo-robot I did of him. I am usually good with Photoshop, but I can't be bothered with it now, so I made a tiny pic so that you can get a general idea of how he looks. Of course, what caught my attention was the fact that he was more massive than the people he was surrounded with, as well as the size of his arms, which he proudly accentuated by having his t-shirt’s sleeves rolled up to his shoulders. His bis and tris looked really powerful and thick, and his forearm was not losing out to those. He was neatly dressed, which displayed his narrow waist and a flat stomach, which in turn was a pedestal for his large pecs. I was captivated... Especially, when he started doing some shallow dips on that same staircase while looking at something in my direction. Now I was more than captivated. From then on, during that day, I would chat with the same people as at the beginning of the day, but I would always find him with my gaze, or I would straight up leave a conversation to find that guy and admire him from afar. We were all seated in a classroom, waiting for our turn to come to be called to one of the sets. I was one of the people that ended up not doing anything for the rest of the day, probably because we don't fit with how a high school student or a teacher would look. The guy was mostly by himself, only occasionally talking to someone. In some moments, I saw him entranced looking at his own arm and flexing it to see how much can his bicep pop out. Needless to say, looking at this caused me to lose my senses. I had always wanted to see someone admiring himself in this way. My imagination ran wild. If he was like this in public, in the presence of more than a dozen people that were n the classroom in that moment, what must he be like behind a closed door, with nothing but himself and mirror next to him? Then the moment came when he was called to a set. This is when finally my head cooled down a bit, and I could focus on the more mundane conversations I was having with some of the other people. After one hour of somehow not thinking about him, I started to notice myself searching for him. I went out to the school’s yard, where all the filming crew and the majority of the extras were. In the moments of me being able to be there, the crew was busy with planning out scenes, and the extras were just sitting around and waiting for the shooting to resume. He was not hard to spot. There were some young people on the basketball court, and he was the only one of the players who was shirtless. I could tell that someone from the crew was wasting no time with him. He was leaning on the court fencing and talking to a girl, who was hanging out with a friend. Sometimes he would crouch down and give her a massage… Quite an intimate contact, that was, though there was nothing erotic on their faces. There was just the massage. I concluded that they are friends, or maybe they know each other from other sets, like most extras in this business do. Then, the crew asked for everyone to stay clear and return to their original positions, which was a sign for me to skedaddle. I would return to the entrance to the courtyard to look at him some more, but on these occasions, he wasn’t chatting with the girl, but doing some tricep extensions on the fence to look good on the camera. Seeing his 6-pack abs and a firm butt, the shape of which was perfectly accentuated by his lower tracksuit revived the lust in me, and then I knew that I wouldn’t be calm by the end of that day. The shooting of the scene became more and more frequent and longer, so I couldn’t afford to keep standing on that doorway. I tried finding alternative angles. The school was devoid of life because it’s the summer vacation. And the school was really large and rustic. It reminds me of a hospital at the turn of the 20th century. I walked up the stairs to the higher floors and tried finding inconspicuous places from which I would be able to marvel at that perfect human being pretending to play basketball down there. I couldn’t believe myself at what I was prepared to do over this person who I knew next to nothing about. After looking at him for some 3 minutes, I finally decided to tone it down on the creepiness factor and head back down into the classroom from before. There I sat for a while as the end of that day’s shoot was drawing near. The extras were scattered around. The guy I was obsessing with came in with the two girls, sat alongside them for a while. As the girls were talking to each other, he was noticeably admiring his reflection in the window glass. He would grab the window with one hand, and then tense it up so that he can see his bicep peaking out and enjoy its size and shape while gently tickling the vein that was popping out of it. I enjoyed that scene, too. Occasionally he would lift his gaze towards me because he probably detected my staring with his peripheral vision, or maybe he was just checking if anyone was paying attention to him. Sometimes, I would avert my gaze, sometimes I would keep looking at his body or his sexy eyes. This was driving me even crazier than until then. I took a bathroom break to cool off my thoughts. I had intended to leave things as they were, but nowadays I am haunted by guilt over missed opportunities in my life. Therefore, I decided to write something down on a piece of paper and maybe consider giving it to him. I wrote down my phone number and email address on one side, and on the other, I wrote the following “If ever you get a desire to receive the worship that your body deserves…” My head was spinning as I wrote these words down. What the hell was I thinking!? Well, I was thinking about approaching him, commending him on his physique and maybe asking him about any advice he may have to achieving his look. That would’ve been what a normal person would do, but no way am I any of that. I have always been not only socially awkward but a damned coward as well. I folded the piece of paper and stored it in my back pocket so that I can look at it later as a testament to my cowardice, voyeurism and missed opportunities. When I returned to the classroom, I noticed him sitting much closer to the desk I was sitting at. I sat on my chair and continued talking with the guys I was with, pretending not to pay attention to his continued self-admiration. Suddenly, he left the classroom. Two minutes later, the extras' coordinator came in and announced that he is about to distribute the payments for that day. The guy was nowhere to be seen. All that was left in the classroom was his pair of sunglasses and his drawstring gym rucksack. The time was approaching for this day to end and for all of us to go our separate ways. As I became aware of this fact, something in my mind told me to act now. As the extras were slowly but surely starting to crowd the classroom, and the guy was still nowhere to be seen, I approached the window where I saw him last. I leaned over his drawstring rucksack as if to look out the window, and I subtly inserted the piece of paper into it. Adrenalin was coursing through my veins as I was doing that. I started getting some paranoid thoughts, such as “is the rucksack truly his?”, or “what if he finds the piece of paper early and causes a scene?” As the coordinator gave the money to all the present extras, the time came for me to depart with one of the guys I had been chatting with. We left the classroom. As we were going through the school’s hallway, the guy passed us by and went into the classroom. This is when I wanted to check if the rucksack is truly his. I told my friend to wait for me as I would be back in a second. I took a peek in the classroom and indeed saw the guy take the rucksack from the window. I was simultaneously relieved and panicking. The time came for me to finally go home. It took me 30 minutes to reach home. I was resting for an hour or so when, suddenly, I got a message on Viber from an unknown number: “Man, you are COMPLETELY out of your mind!“ I knew who it was because there was a picture of him next to the message. “Look, I am honestly sorry if I caused you discomfort. I didn’t want to embarrass you in public, which is why I made sure no one saw me smuggle that paper into your rucksack. However, I am truly sorry if you feel disgusted in any way.” I wrote, hoping that the situation gets alleviated somehow. “Nah, it’s okay, man! I said you’re completely insane, and… I kinda like that. :))) The name's Michael.” I stopped breathing as my heart rushed in my chest. ... To be continued.

Chapter 2 I wasn't sure what had caused the transformation that overtook me a few weeks before, when my evening out with Cris had turned into a lust-drunk fuck, but I had a hell of a good time trying to replicate it. At first, I tried massaging Cris again. He was more than willing to get the knots worked out of his shoulders, neck, and back. He would never say no to a scalp massage. He seemed distinctly uncomfortable whenever I tried to push the massage further, however, not wanting me to massage his arms, chest, or legs. If I had to guess, it was because he couldn't reconcile his image of me as his fat friend with what he still believed was an erotically charged dream. He had been hitting the gym especially hard lately, talking about lost gains and needing to catch up, especially since he could see that I had leaned up a bit. I had been having an easier time at the gym myself, and had lost another five pounds per week since I had massaged him. Since he didn't want the full massage treatment, I had to look elsewhere. Luckily, there were no shortage of guys on apps like Grindr and Scruff, but getting one who was extremely muscular would be difficult. Guys on those apps, I knew, could be pretty shallow. To be fair, I wasn't really interested in guys with my body type either, so how could I expect them to be? Within a few days, though, the promise of a free massage turned a few heads, and I managed to get the attention of a guy by the name of Arturo whose profile pic was his impressively sculpted pecs. They were covered in a light crop of dark chest hair, and from what I could tell of the pictures he shared, his entire body was tanned. He invited me to come by after he was done working out, and since I was free that afternoon, I accepted. He was short, maybe about 5'5". The four inches I had on him made me feel huge, at least until his clothes came off. His arms were like something out of a superhero comic. Without even flexing, I could see that his biceps were probably close to the size of a grapefruit. His triceps looked as big as golf balls. When Arturo took off his shirt, he turned his back to me. His back rippled with muscle as he raised his arms to pull the shirt over his head. His shoulders were large and round, and sloped downwards from his thick neck. He kept his shorts on, telling me, "You get to take them off if you do a good job." As he lowered himself, facedown, onto the bed, I mounted him and began warming his massage oil between my hands, then I started kneading his large shoulders. Almost immediately, I could sense a tingle beginning in my own shoulders. This was what had been missing with those casual massages with Cris. I presumed, then, that at least two factors were needed: an intense physical attraction to the man I was massaging, and that he be lying down during the massage. I wondered what else might be required to make this happen. As I squeezed, kneaded, rolled, and adjusted every inch of Arturo's astounding body between his neck and the waistband of his shorts. When I got to that point, I made as if to move to his legs, but he commanded me: "Not the legs yet. Take my shorts off." My shoulders, back, and arms were burning from both effort and whatever connection was draining Arturo, but I was too excited to grow fatigued. My heart pounded as I pulled the shorts down. He wasn't wearing underwear. When I got the shorts about halfway down his lean, hard thighs, I focused my attention on his ass. It was smaller, less shapely than Cris's, I had to admit. I wasn't sure if Cris's higher body fat was the reason, or if Arturo simply hadn't done as many squats. I would have to ask Cris about his workout habits to clear things up. Even so, Arturo's ass was taut as a drum. His crack had a line of fine, dark hair. Without thinking, I buried my face right there, in the center of his cleftal horizon. Arturo had quite obviously showered just before I arrived. He tasted sweet and clean. One of his hands reached around to grab my head and hold it in place. He moaned loudly as I forced my tongue into his hole. By the time I needed air, I had to struggle out of his grip to gasp for breath. When I did so, he muttered contentedly, "Let's come back to that later. For now, get my glutes and work your way down." I did so, reveling in the burn I felt in my own glutes and thighs. As with Cris, massaging Arturo's calves was something of a respite - my own calves were definitely bigger, with next to no fat to burn away. Then he flipped over. I gasped at the sight of his cock. It was huge, and looked monstrous on his 5'5" body. He had much more to work with than I did, with my own respectable 6.5" erection, or even Cris, who approached a beautiful 8 inches. Arturo had a solid nine-incher, uncut but with the foreskin pulled tight over his monster dick. There was no way he could fuck me. I would definitely get his cum inside me somehow, though. I climbed back onto him and began massaging his chest, using an ample amount of oil to prevent his chest hair from chafing him. I got his shoulders again, and his arms, and his armpits. His forearms looked like a braided steel cable coated in copper. As I watched myself massage the knots out of his forearms, I could see that my own were approaching that level of lean musculature. I especially loved working his gorgeous abs. He was clearly flexing them for me as I massaged them, loving the sensation of my hands moving across them. I could feel the extra weight around my midsection burning away as I did so. In time, I moved back down to his thighs. His cock bounced as I moved past it, and after only a minute or so of kneading his somewhat thin, but rock-solid thighs, he interrupted. "Forget the massage, suck my cock!" I did so gladly. It was difficult to deepthroat him, but I put my best effort into it all the same. I looked up to his face as I did so. He was in a crunch position so he could see me over his massive, hairy pecs. I thought they looked somewhat less massive now, but they were still beautiful. He grabbed my head and held me down. I jerked my head, not trying to get away, but to continue increasing his pleasure. He seemed to love the "struggle" and released me after ten seconds or so. He let out a long, low "fuuuuuuuuck" when I didn't come up for air right away, but continued bobbing my head while keeping as much of him in my mouth as possible. Then he slightly altered his position, and his dick pushed deeper into my throat. Suddenly, I couldn't breathe. His cock was filling my airway. He was holding me down again. My entire body was burning as I struggled for precious oxygen. Eventually I grabbed his hands and pulled them off of my neck, slowly and deliberately. I raised my head up so that only the last two inches of his cock were still in my mouth, took a deep, practiced breath, and resumed. He had clearly been expecting me to stay up longer to catch my breath. When I immediately began deepthroating him again, he let out a gasp. "Oh fuck, I can't hold back. You're gonna make me fucking bust!" In answer, I pulled back off so that only a few inches of him were in my mouth, and dove back down. He came buckets. It was a thin, liquid load, and tasted especially bitter. I swallowed it all regardless. He fell back onto the bed, shaking and moaning. "Damn Mark, that was amazing," he said between breaths. I smiled and got up on my knees. "Ready for me to get back to eating that ass?" He laughed. "Thanks, but my ass is off-limits unless you can overpower me." I decided to take that bet. "Worth a shot." I grabbed his left calf and twisted it, firmly but slowly, to the right. Arturo instinctively rolled with it, landing ass-up. I didn't know much about wrestling, but I knew that being so much taller and heavier than him, I had the advantage. Additionally, I noticed that his arms seemed smaller, his back less defined. His ass even seemed softer as I began to stroke it with one hand while pressing his head down into the pillow with the other. He tried to buck me off but couldn't gather the strength to do so. "If you tap, I'll oil my dick up before I fuck you," I growled into his ear. He fought back even harder, to no avail. I reached down to point my cock at his hole, lubricated only by my (admittedly ample) precum. I reached a lower to squeeze his balls, and found by the firmness of his taint that his dick was back at full mast. "Oh, you're not struggling because you want me not to fuck you, are you?" I said as I realized what was going on. "You're struggling because you want to make sure I'm strong enough to take you." He moaned an affirmative into the pillow. I rubbed my leaking head around his asshole and forced the head in. He was so tight, so warm, and so unbelievably silky. He yelped a bit as I pushed my way in, balls deep, but he pushed his ass back against my pelvis to force me in deeper. He didn't notice, or couldn't tell, that the thick belly fat I had had when I arrived was no longer there. I had transformed. I was what he would look like at 5'9", just hairier. Admittedly, I had a smaller cock and our facial features were nothing alike, and I was nowhere near as well tanned as he was - but facedown in a pillow, having his prostate pounded by my thick erection, he was in no fit state to notice any of it. I could see myself in the mirror of his sliding closet doors, however, and the sight of myself looking like some Nordic sex god helped push me over the edge much more quickly than I had hoped - and I had to give credit where it was due, that ass was so smooth on the inside for being so hairy on the outside. As I filled Arturo with my cum, I realized he looked smaller still. He seemed to have almost a swimmer's build, but with especially large pecs. My own could smother him, I could tell. It was a good thing my clothes were made to fit a much fatter me, because they still fit when I put them back on, although the sleeves of my t-shirt were tight around the shoulders and biceps. Arturo stayed in bed, facedown, shuddering, the rest of the time I was there. I drove home, and could slowly feel myself deflating. When I got back to my place, I had to tighten my belt before I could get out of my car. Once inside, I loosened the belt and my pants and boxer briefs fell right off. I heard my phone make the tell-tale Grindr chirruping noise and checked my messages. It was from Arturo: "what the fuck did u do to me???" I ignored it. He'd be fine in a few hours, if still somewhat smaller. I shucked off the rest of my clothes and made my way to the bathroom, where I stood on my scale. I didn't need to suck in my belly to read it - there wasn't much belly left, even though I had stopped transforming back to "normal" already. I felt a thrill of excitement as I saw what the scale's digital readout said. 190 lbs. I had lost another 25 pounds since I had last weighed myself. My stomach was flatter, my pecs more prominent, my arms - hell, my arms had barely changed from when I left Arturo's. They looked chubbier, but the added muscle underneath only made them look more impressive. As I flexed in the mirror, I knew I had to keep this up until I reached my goals.

Four Deano and some of the other lads cheer me on as I walk to the front of the class and stand next to Luke. He looks stoney faced. Like he’s majorly pissed off at me. Jesus, I’m so much bigger than he is. My shoulders, my arms. He looks almost puny next to me. It’s laughable really. It’s also kind of intoxicating standing next to someone where there’s such a size difference. I bend forward and crank out a quick most muscular with a cocky face and a grunt. Some of the lads laugh and others cheer. I look at Luke with a smug smirk and his eyes are on my huge, thick pecs. HA! Caught him. He has a weird look on his face. I can tell he’s intimidated by my muscle, but he looks impressed too. He catches my eye and he suddenly looks embarrassed. “Right then, boys,” Hancox begins, “let’s have a standard abs and thighs pose! Exactly like I just demonstrated.” Both of us throw our arms behind our heads in preparation. I pause, cock my head and look pointedly at Luke’s geeky yellow boxers. Then I shake my head and roll my eyes, which makes some of my classmates (including Deano) laugh. Luke crunches down and his little shredded abs tense and I have to admit, I’m quietly impressed. He seems to be giving it as much as he’s got. I’m clearly about to wipe the fucking floor with him though. I cheekily wiggle my eyebrows up and down as I look at my audience and give them a cocky grin. Then I puff out my cheeks, arrogantly grimace and release a loud grunt as I crunch down on my thick, blocky abs. “EURGH!” The lads start cheering and whooping and a couple of them shout my name. Fuck YES. When I stop posing I look over at Luke. He’s clearly embarrassed and uncomfortable. And pissed off. Maybe he’s realising that transferring to Montgomery University was one monumental mistake. Maybe right now he’s thinking about packing up his Tommy Foster poster, collection of novelty boxer shorts and assorted geek-tastic t-shirts and catching the first train home. Maybe by tonight I’ll have my dorm room all to myself again. Here’s fucking hoping. “Okay, lads, let’s get another pose. This time with only one hand behind your head and the other resting on your hips!” Hancox instructs. I lift up my right arm to put behind my head as instructed, but then I stop midway and cheekily flex my biceps. The lads cheer. I look over at Luke and the cheeky little fucker is rolling his eyes at me. I can’t resist. I lean closer to him, put my flexed biceps close to his face and some of the lads laugh. “I think he wants to feel your biceps, Woody!” Deano heckles, and one of his little minions laughs. What a weird thing to say. I look at Luke and he looks just as confused as I am. I swear he’s even blushing a little. “Blow him a kiss, Woody!” Deano calls. What the fuck?! I have no idea why Deano just made that comment but I feel a sudden, sharp pang of nerves. No one here knows I’m gay. I’ve never done or said anything to insinuate that I am. Unless it was more directed at Luke? Why though, I have no idea. There’s nothing about Luke that screams, “I’m a homosexual”. “Calm down, lads!” Hancox orders. “And you, Woody - stop pissing about and just hit the pose please!” I love the way Hancox talks to us. He respects us but he doesn’t take any shit. I shake off Deano’s weird comments and get back into the zone. I arrogantly grimace and let out a deep grunt as I crunch down once more on my abs. I really didn’t need to grunt that loud. Or grunt at all. It’s totally for effect. “Aaaand twist your upper body to the side, boys! Show off those serratus!” Hancox instructs. I internally laugh. Because as if Luke has fucking serratus. I twist to the side as instructed and look down to admire the view. My (quite frankly) awesome abs are popping through my stomach. What an image! My emerald green poser bulge is sticking out (I’m not hard, but stranger things have happened while flexing for an audience!) and my quads look so meaty and thick. As do the bicep muscles in my right arm bulging next to my face. And as for my serratus, while they might be not as shredded as they would be if I were in competition condition, they’re still pretty damn prominent. I shoot a glance over at Luke and WOW, I have to give it to him. As predicted, there’s no no sign of any serratus, but his abs are awesome. They’re differently shaped to mine. Sort of rectangle, where mine are longer and more square shaped. The lines separated his are a lot neater than mine too. If Luke packs on some size and gets really shredded, he could have one seriously impressive physique. But those bright yellow boxers. Dear fucking lord. The poor lad’s never gonna be able to live those down. “Nice work, lads!” Hancox says. “Luke, you did well there, mate!” Luke stops flexing and relaxes. He’s got this coy, little grin on his face. I can tell Hancox’s comment meant a lot to him. Something weird happens when I see Luke looking happy. I get this fluttery feeling in my chest. I have no fucking idea what that’s about. I cough dramatically and some of the lads laughs. Hancox rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, Woody, good job too!” he says. “Less of the grunting next time please!” Ha! That makes me laugh. I look over at Luke and he’s smiling too. Our eyes meet and his smile doesn’t waver. And neither does mine. It’s like we’ve momentarily forgotten we’re not friends. Ugh. Whatever. I roll my eyes and look away. And then … well I can’t resist. “How about one more pose, sir?” I ask. I look over at Luke and smirk. “I’m thinking … most muscular?” And you should fucking see Luke’s little face. HA! He’s terrified. The lads start to spur Hancox on, but he’s clearly noticed Luke’s horror. “Don’t be an idiot, Woody. Right, the two of you can sit down again!” I’m gutted. “Ahhh, sir!” I whine, but Luke’s already trotting off back to his spot amongst the class. I know I’m acting like a bit of a twat. To be honest, I don’t really know what’s gotten into me but I’m definitely not hating the reaction my behaviour is getting from my classmates. Or the fact that, for fucking once, me and my muscles seem to be the centre of attention. I’m not ready for my spotlight to end just yet. So instead of retreating back to the group, I stay at the front of the class, lean forward, scrunch up my face and blast out a quick most muscular with a big, loud, “YEEEAHH!” The reaction from my classmates is awesome. Everyone laughs and cheers and whoops. Oh I could definitely get used to this. “Sit the fuck down, Woody!” Hancox orders in a stern voice. I obey and go back to my spot in the class, the adrenaline of posing and showing off my muscles for my classmates and receiving such a brilliant reaction surging through me. “How about I get one of the third years in here to have a pose off with Woody?” Hancox suggests lightly to the class. “What do you think, lads?” HA! The cheeky fucker! Everyone laughs, including me. The truth is I would actually fucking love to pose next to a third year. I mean, I would definitely get shown up. Most of those guys are monsters. But the vast majority of them are also hot as fuck. I kinda love seeing them waddling around. A reminder of how big I’ll be in two years time. Jesus, what kind of attention will I get when I go to visit Emily in Bristol then? Posing Practice 101 has finished and the classroom is emptying. Luke’s still putting his clothes back on. Deano and one of minions, Shaun, come up to me. Shaun’s a tall blonde guy who’s fairly lean but he’s got some decent size on him. I have to say he’s a pretty cute guy. Shame he’s a bit of a knob and basically follows Deano round like a fucking puppy dog. “Ooooh, Woody! Can I feel your biceps?” Deano asks in an annoying, twattish manner. I feel another sharp twist in my stomach. “What are you on about, Deano?” I ask confused. Over Shaun’s shoulder, I notice that Luke is looking at us. He even looks a little interested. Nosey little shit. “That dude on your Instagram post yesterday!” Deano says smugly. I internally breathe a sigh of relief. Suddenly everything makes sense. I pull a face and shrug. “Guys post comments like that on my pictures all the time!” Deano raises an eyebrow. “Well they don’t do it on my posts!” he says, side eyeing Shaun and giving him a sly smirk. “Hmmm. Not exactly Chris Hemsworth though are you, mate?” Shaun laughs and Deano narrows his eyes and gives me a fake, sarcastic smile. “Its bodybuilding, Woody. Not a beauty contest!” he says. “Hmmm. Well that’s good news. For you!” I’m making digs, but Deano’s actually not a bad looking guy. He’s not what you’d call conventionally handsome but I can definitely see how someone might be attracted to him. He’s olive skinned with green eyes and dark brown hair which is usually slicked back but today is fluffy and un-styled. Like he was in a rush to get to class. His nose is large and curved and he’s got these chipmunk-like cheeks that make his face look a bit chubby. And he wears one round black earring with a hole in the middle which has stretched his right earlobe slightly. He’s got this sort of bad boy, scally look going on. Like from the very first moment you see him you can tell he might be trouble. “Anyway, it was your reply to him I was more surprised at!” Deano says smugly, giving Shaun another smirk. Oh shit. I’ve suddenly remembered how I replied to that particular comment when I was on the train back to Muscle University yesterday. “WHY would you reply to a comment like that with the kissing face emoji?” Deano spits. He seems genuinely baffled. Like he can’t even comprehend the notion of a guy flirting with another guy. Even if it’s just for a harmless bit of fun over Instagram. I suddenly feel nervous. Here’s the thing. I haven’t really made a conscious effort to hide the fact that I like guys here, but I don’t think it’s something I’d be very open about either. I’ve never really known how accepting the bodybuilding world would be of an openly gay competitor. I mean, they’re not exactly common. And although I try not to think about it too much, mostly because it just makes me angry, I’ve seen some pretty homophobic comments amongst bodybuilders and straight fans alike on the Internet. I don’t really know if most of the lads here at Muscle University would be the same. I keep my calm and pull an indifferent face. “I was just pissing about!” I say lightly, as if it’s no big deal. Which is absolutely fucking shouldn’t be. “Just seemed kinda gay!” he says. And now I feel like I’ve been kicked. The way Deano said the word “gay”. Like he has an issue with it. Like it’s a bad fucking thing. And now I’m starting to feel pissed off. “Look, just be careful, Woody!” Shaun pipes up, sounding a hell of a lot more sincere than Deano. I ask him why. “Because people LOOK at our Instagram profiles. Students. Teachers. Other bodybuilders. IFBB pro judges!” Deano explains. “You don’t wanna get a reputation! Or do anything to affect your future.” And now my head is spinning. I mean, I know there’s politics in bodybuilding and the right guy doesn’t win in every competition, but the suggestion that being gay might potentially harm my bodybuilding career? That’s some seriously fucked up shit. “A reputation for what? Someone who sends emojis?” I joke. Deano scoffs and shrugs. “Well if you wanna flirt with gay dudes, mate!” he says, then he and Shaun walk off. If only they fucking knew. A part of me would love to tell them I like boys. Partly just to see their reaction. And partly because I really don’t know why it would be such a big deal. Because it shouldn’t be an issue if a competitive bodybuilder were to be openly gay. And it definitely shouldn’t have any bearing on their career. Why the fuck would liking lads affect someone’s ability to be the biggest and best conditioned muscle freak on a bodybuilding stage? I have a few hours to kill before my A History of Bodybuilding lecture so I go to the gym in Watson House. Afterwards I go back to my room for a quick shower. Luke is sitting on his bed with his face buried in a book. It looks like some geeky, sci-fi shit. “Alright, Potter!” I say to him, smiling to myself. He takes his book away from his face and shoots me an evil look. “Hilarious!” “Well I wouldn’t go that far! Still pretty funny though!” I quip. Luke rolls his eyes and puts his book back up in front of his face again. I start stripping off for my shower. Right down to the shiny emerald green posers I’m still wearing from Posing Practice 101. I look over at Luke, who’s still got his face covered by his book. I can’t resist. Still only wearing my trunks, I walk over to his bed. “What do you reckon then, Harry? Fancy another flex off?” I ask. He drops his book and there’s that expression again as he looks at my overhanging pecs and tummy bursting abs. The same expression he had when I first stood next to him in Posing Practice. Intimidated, nervous, slightly in awe and undoubtedly impressed. Luke rolls his eyes and puts his book back up to cover his face. “Thought you only flexed off with other bodybuilders?” he asks. “Hmmm. I’ve had a change of heart! Turns out it can be pretty fun posing next to a wannabe physique competitor!” I hear him scoff behind his book. “Especially one who’s wearing bright yellow Harry Potter boxers!” I have no idea what expression is on Luke’s face. Whether he’s annoyed or amused. Or a mixture of both. “Oooh! Or we could have a pec bouncing competition instead?” I suggest excitedly. I look down and start bouncing my thick muscle tits. I look up, and Luke quickly puts his book back up to cover his face, but before he does, I notice his mouth curled into a little smile. And now I’m smiling too. “Suit yourself! The offer’s there. Any time you want!” I walk away and head to the shower. I look back at Luke. Maybe in hope of catching him looking again. Maybe noticing how my humongous sized arse spills out either side of the shiny material of my emerald green trunks. I feel a surprising pang of disappointment that he doesn’t. When I get out of the shower, Luke has gone. I’m half expecting him to be sitting in class when I walk into A History of Bodybuilding, but he’s not, which means we have slightly different timetables. Thank fuck for that. Me and my last roommate Craig had the exact same classes. I literally couldn’t get away from the annoying prick. Luke’s not home when I get back to my room. I wonder if he’s gone to one of the campus gyms or whether he’s somewhere else. Maybe he’s found a little friend who’ll let him crash in his dorm room because his own roommate’s been nothing but a fucking dick to him since they met? I’ve got my earphones plugged in and I’m watching Netflix on my laptop when Luke finally comes back to the room. I purposely don’t look up at him. I decide that this can be a new tactic. For tonight at least. Yesterday I was a dick, this morning I insulted him, in Posing Practice 101 I humiliated him and now I’m just ignoring him. Like he’s not even there. Like I don’t have a roommate. Luke who? Maybe it’s bothering him. Maybe he’s relieved. Who knows what’s going on in that head of his. I keep it up for the rest of the night. In fact, I only really look over at him when he’s walking from the bathroom to his bed and climbing underneath his duvet, his pert muscled arse cheeks nestled into the yellow Harry Potter boxer shorts he’s still wearing. I can’t help but smile at the image of those novelty boxers. I’m even still thinking about them and smiling to myself when the lights are out and I’m turned away from Luke and I’m drifting off to sleep.

So beautiful. The love and devotion between these two characters is beyond measure. Your are a gifted writer and thank you for sharing this and your other stories with us. I look forward to the next installment.

Thanks to those who have been asking for more of this one. A slightly shorter chapter - but one to set things up for the future. Again, thank you for your feedback and your support. ***************************************************************************************************** For the next couple of days, we went through the same routine. We slept naked together, Ian fucked me, I fucked him – and I was good at it too, especially for a “beginner.” At least that’s what Ian said. The woman known as Mrs. Brad’s Mom made platters of food for breakfast the rest of the week. She also pawed at Ian’s enormous arms every chance she got. Dinner with Dad at home tempered her flirtation a bit, but not all the way. She stole touches when she could. As embarrassing as it was, Ian would just look at me and let out little chuckles. He KNEW that Mrs. Brad’s Mom was embarrassing her namesake and he derived some sort of pleasure from it. Then Sunday night came. It was the day before Ian would go to football camp. He had to be there at 08:00 sharp. After a dinner of beef tenderloin, baked potatoes, corn on the cob, fresh made rolls and all of the side dishes…I looked over at Ian at the kitchen table and my eyes started to water. Mrs. Brad’s Mom, AKA Debbie, got out a fresh Key lime pie and began to cut it into serving sized pieces. My dad got up and started clearing the table. Ian got up to help too but I grabbed his thick meaty hand and pulled him back into his chair…I mean, I “suggested” with my body language that he sit back down. He was large enough to do what he wanted – I don’t even know if he felt my grip. But he did sit back down next to me. I looked into his steely blue-grey eyes and just squeezed the finger I was holding on to. And you know what? His eyes started to water as well. We ate the pie in silence. His right hand surrounding my left leg under the table. My small left hand at his enormous powerful knee…I could feel the blood vessels pulsing, throbbing, feeding his ever stronger muscles. If I didn’t have a mouthful of pie, I would have got under the table and started licking every inch of his thunder-producing legs. After we ate dessert, Ian rose and took everything else off of the table. Mrs. Brad’s Mom was at the sink starting to wash dishes, her back to us. My father had retired to the common room to watch his “shows.” Ian took the stack of small plates over to the sink and stood next to my mom. Their backs both to me. Ian leaned down to her. His enormous arm, full of enough power to crush cars I was sure, wrapped around her shoulder. “Thank you for a wonderful week. I will never forget how kind you are.” He gave her a kiss on the cheek. He turned toward me. God, his thighs were so thick he had a waddle to him. My mother turned to him and grabbed one of his thick fingers. “Be good to him. Don’t break his heart.” She said quietly, it was almost a whisper – not intended for me to hear. Ian just looked at her and smiled that goofy grin that could win anyone over. In my seat at the table, I looked at him walking toward me. He seemed taller. He seemed more powerful than even earlier today. God was in my kitchen and his name was Ian. He pointed upstairs towards my bedroom and just nodded and smiled. I got up from my seat. It was obvious to my parents that “we” were together now I think. He picked me up again at the bottom of the staircase. His arms bulging, his pecs heaving, his traps swelling – he was trying to impress me, and it was working. But he felt bigger too. Harder. More vascular. Maybe that is why I felt so tired tonight…I was making him grow. I was still granting his wish from all those years ago. He set me down on our bed – it was OUR bed now. Ian, his bulk extending to all corners of my view, leaned into me and kissed me deeply. I took his face in my hands. “Ian, we will change those wishes from years ago next weekend…but for now, I want you to take every ounce of strength from me. Drain me dry. Grow tonight bigger than you ever thought you could be. Take everything from me. I will sleep it off while you are gone. Yes, I will be sore tomorrow and that is OK. But when you go to football camp tomorrow – promise me you will DESTROY everything in your way. Become the massive mountain of power that I have jacked off to my entire life. You are nearly there.” I said the last bit with a smirk, knowing that it would work its way into Ian’s mind – that I said he was “nearly there.” Ian, the man-god, pulled me toward him and then planted a kiss on my lips that I will never forget. And then he drained me. I woke up at 06:00 barely able to move. It was the worst it had ever been. Ian was getting out of the shower…I think it was him. The thing coming through the door had to have been 6 inches taller and 50 pounds heavier than the Ian I had said goodnight to last night. He rushed over to me when he heard me moan. “I’m so sorry, Brad. I didn’t even try to get bigger. It felt like you were shoving it in to me.” He had such deep concern in his voice. I could barely keep my eyes open…and I hurt. Every inch of me was on fire. He buried his head in my now emaciated chest. “The universe demands balance.” The words barely escaped my lips and I was back asleep. When I woke up later that day, all of Ian’s things were gone. My room was spotless. He had cleaned. I could still smell him – and it made my heart ache. He wouldn’t be coming through the door any time soon. That goofy beautiful smile would be a stranger for at least a few days. I felt like a giant gaping hole had been ripped into me. There was nothing that could fill it except for Ian. The pain and exhaustion I felt – it was worth it. I saw glimpses of him as he left. Shadows of the monster he was now. And Ian was so good and pure; there is no one else I would have trusted with the sort of size and strength. He had become the huge strong man that he wanted to be all of those years ago. And I knew that it wasn’t over. I fell asleep again, but I could feel him, like we were connected somehow. A few hours later, the sun was low in the sky as it came through my window. My mother had left me in peace but I could smell dinner cooking – probably some sort of tuna casserole. Ugh. She couldn’t seem to escape the ‘60s. I didn’t want to move, but I needed to eat. I got out of bed and saw an envelope on my dresser. The writing was in hard sharp blocks. Ian. Using all of the strength I had in me, I walked the 10 feet to the envelope. I nearly fell over, twice. My trembling hand reached out and opened it. “My Dear Brad, You look so peaceful when you sleep. I don’t know why you did what you did last night. But I think I know, I guess. Part of our deal all of those years ago was that I would grow into one of the largest and strongest men in the world. I am getting very close to that now, thanks to you. But the other part of that deal…Brad, I will always protect you. It is the only thing I truly want anymore. I don’t know if it is the wishes we made at Lybbert’s Pond that night, or if it is just natural – the way I feel. It doesn’t matter though, does it? I care for you more than I do about myself. Sounds so weird to say that – but it is true. I woke up today and hit 260 according to your scale and I’m pretty sure I am at least a couple of inches taller, maybe more. But I know that means that you have paid a price. And a horrible one. So let me make you a promise. You asked me to destroy everything in my path at camp. I will do that. There is nothing that will get in my way. And when I am done on Friday. I will come to you. We will get ready for our date this weekend at Lybbert’s Pond. The meteor shower starts at 19:07. I put it in my phone. LOL. For now, rest. Sleep. Draw anything you need from me. I can feel you now, all the time. Whatever WE are, you are a part of me. Yours for as long as you’ll have me, Ian” I set the note down and collapsed onto the floor – so many emotions assaulting me, mostly pride in what Ian was becoming. And yes, I could feel him all of those miles away. Friday couldn’t come soon enough.

So, I wanted to experiment with recording myself reading muscle growth stories. This is a favourite story that I keep coming back to, so... I hope this is OK (Garrix, if it isn't, tell me and I will take the file down ASAP). Think of it as a tribute. I just did the first two parts because 40+ minutes is a lot for an untested concept.

The two of them, walked down the stairs after an emotional and cathartic discussion. But it was time to work out. Ian had football camp starting in a few days, and Brad had recently discovered that he loved the feel of weight in his hands. Maybe it was Ian’s encouragement. Maybe it was looking up from the bench press while Ian was spotting him to see Ian’s manhood pressed against the thin fabric of his shorts; regardless, Brad felt like a man reborn. Brad, sitting in the passenger seat of Ian’s Jeep, reached across the middle console and put his small hand on Ian’s thick, hard, vascular thigh. The small one peered upward into the large one’s eyes. There was true love and devotion there. They had unraveled the mystery of so much of the other’s experiences and neither of them had blame or remorse. **************************************************************************************************************************************************** The two of us fifth graders had decided to meet at a pond known to few in the area. It was a swimming hole probably dug by old tractors and backhoes from the 40s and 50s to connect two irrigation ditch systems. That was old vintage farming! The pond lay in the middle of a confluence of fields sprouting crops such as corn, alfalfa, potatoes, carrots, and wheat. It was a small catchment, maybe 30 by 40 yards wide—the southern side framed by a weeping willow. The rest of the shore ringed by cattails and horse tail grass. The air smelled of fresh tilled earth and the sweetness that comes with miles upon miles of rapidly growing crops at sunset. If you’ve ever smelled it, you know what I am talking about. It is unique and irreplaceable. The Eta Aquarids meteor shower was something that I had wanted to experience since my father, a lover of all things astronomical, told me about it. To experience the Eta Aquarids shower, one must have the understanding that the Earth was passing through an ancient tail of a Halley’s comet passing. Something about that was magical. I don’t know why I thought such a thing, but it was special and unique. I wanted to experience it with my best friend, Ian. He was so relaxed and chill. We could watch movies at his house like Short Circuit, Goonies, Flash Dance, RAD, Dirty Dancing…whatever. My mom and dad didn’t allow such flagrancies to contaminate their home. But Ian’s basement was a palace to nascent pop culture. Maybe the meteor shower would be a good way for me to repay him for granting me asylum from over protective parents who believed that the likes of Patrick Swayze and Ally Sheedy were after my eternal soul. Anyway, he had accepted the invite to meet at Lybbert’s Pond near sunset. The sun set over the Cascade Mountains in the distance. Mount Rainier and Mount Adams appeared to be sitting court, their muscular shoulders spreading out in hulking fashion. There was something sexual about those enormous trap shaped mountains full of power and creation to the West. The sky began to color as the sun set. I had put out blankets on the ground. At this higher altitude, as soon as the sun went down it would become quite chilly. Ian and I would need some cover if we were to watch the meteor shower for longer than an hour. It had been hard to get the blankets to the pond on my BMX bike, but I wouldn’t have passed up this opportunity to spend that evening with my beautiful popular friend. It took three trips, three miles each way, to get set up. I was happy to do it, even by myself, if I could spend that time with Ian. He didn’t know at the time the hours it took to get read for that night. So, we lay there, on top of blankets in the grass next to the pond while the trickle of canal water flowed lazily just a few feet from us. The sun had set an hour ago and it was now completely dark with no moon in the sky. I saw the first shooting star. “Look Ian! There’s the first one!.” I was mesmerized realizing that I had just seen a fragment of Halley’s Comet whiz through the atmosphere. Ian looked to his right over at me lying next to him. “You know Brad, you’re supposed to wish on shooting stars.” By then, the air was chilled and we had burrowed under a couple of thick blankets. I felt his leg brush against mine. I didn’t move mine away. Neither did he. We didn’t acknowledge that our legs were touching under the blankets. It was enough for me that it was happening. It felt thrilling in a way that even the most raucous sex that I could imagine later in life could not supplant. That first touch, no matter how juvenile, changed something in me. “So Ian, what do you wish for?” Ian paused for a moment. “You know, you’re not supposed to tell what you wish for. It wont come true then.” “Come on, man! Just tell me. It’ll come true.” Ian’s eyes were so clear and gorgeous. A breeze picked up and I could hear the willow swaying across the pond. “I wished that I could grow up to be big and strong. Tall and with big muscles. I want to be one of the biggest men on the planet so no one will mess with me. That’s what I wish for.” Something about what he said, even in 5thgrade, was thrilling. It made me so happy. “So, if you get big and strong like that, and I don’t, would you protect me Ian?” I was thinking of him growing to enormous proportions, maybe 8 feet tall and with muscles larger than anything I would have seen on the Incredible Hulk TV show. “Of course, Brad. Why have such big muscles if you can’t take care of the people you care about.” Another shooting star hurled itself across the sky. Our legs were still touching. “Now Brad, what do you wish for?” I had to think for a minute. I didn’t say much for a while. Formulating thoughts in such a moment when you are imagining your best friend as a muscle god and simultaneously trying to put together a wish was actually very difficult. I breathed in deeply all of the smells around me. The wheat field across the county road, the carrot field to our left, the sweet smell of the growing corn, and again the reeds and willows on the pond. Ian still looked as I continued deep breathing. If I was going to make a wish, I wanted to make it count. I looked Ian in the eyes. My love for him was unparalleled and I knew he felt the same way, although he hadn’t said it. His leg held firm against mine and that is all I needed to know. He would take care of me when he got big and powerful. He would, I just knew it. “My dad says that there is balance in the universe. Where one thing is created, one is destroyed so that creation can continue.” I sounded so sage and full of wisdom but I was just parroting what I had heard before. I stared up at the sky, meteorites shooting across the black canvas of the night every few moments. “I wish that I became the counter to your wish. You want to be big, so I’ll take the other end of the stick. If you wish for one thing, I’ll be the payment so to speak. I’ll be your opposite. Otherwise, your wishes won’t work. There has to be balance.” Ian looked at me as if I were crazy. “Ian, do you believe it? Like, really believe you can get huge and massive, like you can take on the world?” “Ya, I believe it Brad. But I don’t want you to suffer. I’ll take care of you. I can’t believe you’d be a counterweight to my wishes. That’s cool but makes me feel bad.” We didn’t speak of that conversation again until so many years after. Later that night, I kissed Ian in his basement. Yes, in the home that smelled like baked apples, cinnamon, sheets out on the clothesline. My first kiss that I relived again and again. Neither of us knew what that compact would entail until Ian saw me at Central Washington University those few weeks ago. The day of my last band concert. He had come up to me in the alley behind the concert hall. Rippling muscles and tight clothes, ass, arms, bi’s. He had it all. And I had paid for it. He saw my small size. My timidity. He had the realization of what had happened before I did. But there was more than that power exchange. There was real affection there and it had been more than anything purely transactional. ********************************************************************************************************************************************* “Brad, but why am I so sore and you are ready to take on the world?” Ian was sitting next to me on the bed as we had just discovered the curiosity in our situation. “What did you want yesterday at the gym? You wished that I was stronger and bigger. If I remember right, I am the counterbalance to your wish. You want me bigger, then I’ll get bigger but you’ll suffer for it.” My eyes looked down at my newly formed abs. I loved having them but I now knew that Ian had paid a certain price for them. Maybe it was just a transient soreness, but he had paid for them like I had paid for every ounce of muscle on his enormous body. We had to be careful of what he wished for. He had everything he wanted. And he was such a good guy. In some part of my brain, I felt that I should have been angry or at least annoyed that he had zapped away so much from me. Strangely, I only wanted him to be happy. And he was. And he made me happy. Ultimately, Ian was going off to football camp in a couple of days. Above all else I never wanted to hurt him or take anything away from him. I just wanted him to get bigger and bigger. I wanted him to destroy everyone on the field. He could do it too. Thanks to me. But I also felt that I wanted more. Muscle lust tore through my mind. Maybe it was the small abdominal ridges that I developed over night. But I wanted to be his companion. I didn’t want to remain diminutive while Ian continued to pack on pounds and pounds, even getting taller as he grew. I could see him reaching 7 foot with the desire for growth that he had. That desire awoke in me. I wanted it too. The two of us jumped out of the Jeep at the gym. Fucking John was behind the counter again. It seemed like so long ago that we had walked in together and Ian had made a fool of him. But it had been just yesterday. Ian pulled out a $10 and slapped it down on the counter in front of John. He emitted a sound somewhere between a low thundering growl and something sub-sonic that just felt like power -- too low to hear, but you could feel the waves of something deep and strong traveling though your body. John, for all of his arrogance, just looked up into Ian’s eyes. I could see his Adam’s apple gulp up and down. My well-built high school nemesis looked down and engaged my eyes then. A smirk traveled across his face as if he were criticizing me with his judgmental glance. “Don’t you fucking dare look at him like that!” Ian bellowed, his voice shaking the glass case full of supplements that was just behind John. “We’re going to work out and you’re going to fuck off!.” I wrapped my hands around Ian’s to tell him I was OK and that John’s opinion of me didn’t matter in the least. He looked down at me and gave me that huge smile. We walked into the open gym. Ian was protective, maybe even possessive. Typically, this sort of behavior would have bothered me. But when Ian defended me, I got a bit horny. Is that weird? Ian put his enormous right mitt on my ass. He turned around and looked at John then with his other hand, gave him the finger. “Ian, you don’t have to protect me all the time.” He still had his hand palming my left ass cheek. “Yes, I do. I’ll always take care of that sort of shit for you. You just worry about getting as huge as you can.” The workout was brutal and I was putting up weight on my second workout that surprised Ian. Nothing spectacular in any other instance, but for me, it was a 10% improvement over yesterday. And I wasn’t even tired. After we were done with 2 hours of legs – two hours of legs! –we drove home. Ian was going to pay for my gain tomorrow and although I knew that he wanted to, and I wanted to get so much bigger – so fucking much bigger – I also wanted him to be the muscle sex god that I knew him to be. Fortunately, we had a plan but would need to wait until after his football camp to put things into motion. The Jeep pulled into the driveway and Ian looked at me. He was already feeling the cost of helping me get bigger. He looked as perfect as always, but just a bit more tired that I would expect. “I can’t wait to see you get so fucking huge, Brad. That is going to be so hot. You’re already gorgeous in your boy-next-door way, but we’re going to make you into a beast.” My eyes watered. I knew he meant it. We had a plan and after his football camp next week and together we would put that plan into effect. Those wishes we made under the stars at Lybbert’s Pond were due for some alteration.

I only re-post this great story, no have more or I'm not the author. "Mike Wants More!!"by musclegod300Mike saw the package on his front step, as he pulled up in his driveway. He quickly got out of the car, with much anticipation. He walked up to the box and read the label. It read "Mega-Booster" in big bold letters "YES it finally came" Mike grinned with excitement He ordered the product out of a newspaper a couple weeks ago, and was waiting for it to arrive with great anticipation. Mike loved working out, and he had a great body to show for it. He stood 6"2 with light brown hair and weighed about 190 of rock hard muscle, and had killer 17 inch arms. He had always wanted to be bigger though, much bigger. So when Mike saw an ad in the paper for an experimental muscle growth, he called up immediately and ordered.. He grabbed the box and set it on the kitchen counter, tearing it open with his arms. It was piled high with syringes, filled with a weird red substance. The directions simply read "Thanks For trying out Mega-Booster. Inject into buttocks only once a day. If you have any question’s call the number on the back of the paper" He grabbed the box and headed upstairs to the bonus room, where he had a small set of weights. Mike quickly took off his belt, to his black business suit. He slowly pulled down his pants in front of the mirror, revealing his shaved muscle ass. He grabbed one of the syringes and held it up to his hard ass "Oh man I hope this works" he mumbled He stuck the need into the side of his rock hard butt, slowly pushing the formula into his body. "Hmm I don’t feel anything" He looked at this piece of paper, wondering if it said how long it would take. Mike shrugged, with a saddened face. "Well It was only $30" Mike shrugged his shoulders and headed over to the weights, and loaded the bench up to 220. He sat down on the bench and pushed up the weights. Something was different though, he felt something in his body. He started pushing the weights up faster. His then felt his pecs pushing out of his body, his balls slowly filling his underwear. He kept pushing the weights faster, Pecs itching with muscle’s as they expanded filling out his shirt. “HAHA Yes Its Working, I’m GROWING” He Loaded more weights on pushing up 270 pounds of muscle, sweat was dripping down to his crotch. “MORE WEIGHTS” He loaded the bar up to 350 pounds His sexual drive was going crazy, as he felt his penis expanding. The weights started to feel like nothing, he was grunting wanting to break out of his clothes, he had to see how huge he had become. He dropped the weights and quickly got up tearing off his shirt, revealing his huge chest. “AW FUCK YEAH” Mike stood there in front of there mirror flexing his huge 19 inch biceps, groping every part of his smooth abs. His pants felt tighter then ever. Sweat was pouring down his back, he could feel it dripping through his rock hard butt. Mike held up his arms, one last time still thinking there to small. “MORE, I WANT TO GET BIGGER” He grabbed one of the needles and flexed his legs ripping off his black pants. “HAHA YES LOOK AT ME” He gazed at his surging cock, pulsing wet with pre-cum. He pulled down his underwear revealing his rock hard ass. He stuck it on the left cheek, squeezing in all the power. He felt it coarse through his penis, as it started tenting his briefs. His huge dick was looking obscene. Mike was now flexing uncontrollably, watching his 20 inch biceps get bigger, he could feel the underwear slipping up his crack. His back was expanding, growing further outward. “AWWW YES PUMP ME MOTHER FUCKER” He tore off his briefs, his pric bouncing up hitting the top of his abs. His penis was growing bigger along with his whole body, soaked in cum. “AW YES LOOK AT MY COCK HAHA” He started bucking his ass, grabbing onto his manhood watching himself grow in the mirror. “HAHA YES I’m GOING TO GET SO FUCKING HUGE” His cock was inching towards his pecs, the more he pumped the bigger he got. Mike wanted more though, the craving was unstoppable. He flexed his 22 inch bicep in the mirror, his legs touching each other warm against his balls. He flexed them trying to make them get bigger staring at the muscle mags on the floor and looking at how big they were. “AHHH NOT BIG ENOUGH, I NEED TO GET BIGGER” He Stuck another needle in his ass, and squirted into his huge body. “HAHAHA YESSSS” Mike’s cock started growing faster, muscle’s bulging out everywhere. Stroking his cock faster rubbing his hands up his ass. “I wanna get So Big I’ll be able to lift a 1000 Pounds NO!!, I wanna be able to lift my car, and then I’ll get bigger UHHHH AHHHH” He bucked his ass uncontrollably his man juice flying all over the mirror. Mike moaned with pleasure as he passed out on the floor, completely covered in his own cum, growing slowly. Mike woke up the next morning still on the floor. The room reeked of muscle and cum, his chest still sticky. He got up slowly and looked in the mirror. “Aw Man Look At me So Fuckin Pumped” He flexed his arms, and his huge legs completely naked getting off on his huge size and power. Mike headed towards the scale in the bathroom, and stepped on it with his huge body. The needle flew past 350 and he heard a loud noise from the scale breaking. “Oh man Over 350 pounds of muscle” Mike grinned He wanted to test out his new strength, he wanted to see how fucking powerful he had become. He quickly took a shower, and put on his baggiest clothes. He filled the duffle bag with the rest of the syringes and headed off to the gym. He took one more shot, before going into the gym. His whole body was pumping with heat. He walked into the gym, all eyes were on him and his new muscle body. Mike noticed his friend Alex on the bench press and decided to pay him a little visit. “Hey Alex” “Oh hey Mike I’m glad you came I was wonWHOA What The FUCK” Alex sat there on the bench in shock, for his friend had become a freaky muscle monster right before his eyes. “How The Fuck Did You get So Big Mike?” “I’m on a new program little guy, Do you think Its working” Mike raised his 24 inch bicep in Alex’s face, He could smell the power coming out of Mike’s pitts his penis swelling as he gazed at Mike’s mammoth bicep. “Whats the Matter Alex, You never seen this much man before haha” Mike flexed harder, this time stretching out his whole shirt, Alex’s pric got harder with each passing moment. “Well Fuck Dude Look at You, Your Huge Mike” Alex stuttered trying to hide his raging hard on. “Oh I Know bro isn’t it great! I swear I can feel my muscles growing right now” He winked At Alex “Ok Well scoot over little Guy I wanna see what these babies can do” Mike loaded up the bar to over 400 pounds He raised up the bar with ease, his pecs ballooned forming a tear down his shirt. “Oh Man this is To Light Add Some More weights on dude” Alex loaded 100 more pounds to the bar, trying to test Mikes strength. Mike raised up the bar his muscle starting to expand, tears forming down his shirt. “AWWW FUCK YEAH GRRRRR, COME ON MORE” Alex loaded another 100 pounds making the bar 600 pounds! Mike tried budging the bar up, his body was tensing up face filled with red. He didn’t want to loose, he needed more muscle. “GRRRRRR AHHHHHHHHH NOOOO” The Bar fell down on his chest, Alex tried lifting it up, some more people came over and helped. They raised the bar back on the rest. “NOOOO” Mike was flexing his muscles, his face was beat red and bulging with veins. “I NEED TO BE BIGGER” “Dude Mike calm down, you just benched over 500 pounds bro” “NOO, I NEED MORE, I NEED MORE MUSCLE!!” He Opened up his duffel bag, and took 2 needles out. He punched them into his solid ass, squirting the red formula into his body. Alex watched in fear, as his friend was crazy with power. Mike’s shirt started tearing as he flexed his mammoth muscles, the shreds dropped to the ground, everyone stared as his chest inflating with veins. “AWW YES, HAHA BIGGER” His shorts started filing up with muscle, his huge dick was visible for everyone to see as it pressed against the tightening shorts. Mike was grunting with rage, he grabbed the huge bar and started curling all 500 pounds. His biceps exploded with muscle, expanding to the size of his waist. He raised the bar over his head, his shorts exploded from his body. His tree trunk legs were covered in sweat, Alex stared at his huge 13 inch cock, stuffed in his white briefs. “COME ON MORE!!” Mike must have weighed close to 500 pounds and growing, He bent down and grabbed the weight machine his briefs tore open releasing his mammoth cock as it fell down to his knees, his huge crack bugling with muscle. Mike tried lifting the machine with all his might. “AHHHH NEED….UH…MORE…MUSCLE” He grabbed the remaining 3 syringes and stabbed them in his ass, he slowly pushed them in one by one.. Mikes body started shaking violently, He watched in the mirror flexing his 30 inch biceps as his whole body flipped into overdrive. “YESSSSS THE POWER!!!” His legs were pushing up against each other becoming the size of tree trucks expanding further away from each other. Hair was growing from his huge arm pitts, as his biceps inflated to extreme proportions. Alex couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled down his basketball shorts, coming up to Mike naked and started licking his gigantic legs. “HAHA YES WORSHIP ME” 550…560…570… pounds and growing Alex was licking his thighs making his way up to his giant 15 inch penis. Mikes back was expanding to the width of a child and growing bigger. He moaned as Alex licked his huge melon size balls. “AWW YES SUCK ON IT YOU FAG, MAKE ME GROW” 590..600..610…. Mikes penis started getting hard, the ecstasy in his body was insane, he helled his expanding arms up in the air, His manly smell filled with the room. Everyone watched him grow as they jerked there cocks and started worshipping his body. Alex was licking Mikes hard ass up and down. He grabbed onto his back with one motion and stuffed his cock into Mike’s crack, bucking his precum into his growing body. “AW YES, FUCK ME HARDER” 640…650…660.. “FUCK, LOOK AT HOW HUGE I AM” Mike grabbed his cock and stuffed it in his mouth, sucking every part of huge penis, drinking his own man juice shoving it down his throat. Alex grabbed onto mikes insanely huge body bucking his cock faster and faster, pushing it all the way up Mike’s ass. “GETTING SO FUCKIN HUGE HAHA” Mike was rubbing his abs, his balls slapping against his giant legs, slurping on his cock. Alex started bucking his cock faster into his ass. 680…690…700 “AWW SHIT I’m GONNA CUM AHHHHHH” Mike’s cum went flying up his mouth, drinking every ounce of it as he flexed his 37 inch biceps. He could feel Alex’s cum squirting up his ass, the warm man juice dripping down his legs. Mike grabbed Alex off his ass, he held him up in the air with his bare hands. He looked into Alex’s big blue eyes and stuck his tongue in Alex’s mouth, they kissed passionately still with there raging hard ons. Alex groped Mike’s huge chest, and licked his pec’s wildly. Alex looked up at Mike’s face and smiled “You’ll never be to big for me” “Does this mean I can get bigger?” Mike reached for a small pouch in his bag filled with syringes “Cause I still want More…”