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Next chapter and it's another pretty lengthy one. Look out for another AJ & Noah Easter egg. Oh and @brawnygods - your comments inspired me to add a little extra something into this one! Eleven The first guy I was ever really sexually attracted to was a bodybuilder called Brad McCarthy. Brad was one of the top pro bodybuilders from the nineties, often placing in the top ten of the Mr Olympia with the other well known monsters from that era. I’d been familiar with his name for a while before I actually saw what he looked like. Then one day an Instagram account I followed, who specialised in old school bodybuilders, posted a video of Brad posing in front of a white screen. I was instantly mesmerised by this huge, beautiful muscle monster flexing on my phone screen. It’s no exaggeration when I say that Brad McCarthy was nothing short of God-like. I can not think of a single bodybuilder competing in the IFBB today who even comes close to being as handsome as Brad was at his peak. With his strong jawline, chiseled All American features, smouldering eyes and gorgeous, heart melting smile, if he hadn’t decided to dedicate his life to being a roided out muscle freak, Brad could have probably had a successful career as a top Hollywood actor. And as for his body. Jesus. The guy looked like a fucking cartoon. He had that bubble look where his muscles really popped, like balloons of thick, juicy muscle bulging off his bones. His pecs were obscene, his biceps were insane and his abs were flat out gorgeous. And then there were Brad’s quads. Holy fuck those quads. Thickness for days and beautiful sweeps, if there’s one body part that Brad McCarthy was famous for it was his freaky, out of this world wheels. He was a mass monster for sure, but he wasn’t like one of the grotesque guys with roid guts and thick waists that are so common today. There was a “classic” look to Brad’s shape and physique. He really was like the quintessential nineties bodybuilder. He was also one of those guys that pretty much every gay muscle worshipper goes nuts for. Including (as it turns out) me. No video had ever had an effect on me like the first one I watched of Brad McCarthy. I was completely transfixed by the beautiful muscle freak on my phone screen as he tensed his crazily thick quads, revealing alien-like lines and conditioning I could only dream of having myself one day. I watched as he blew up his gloriously round, granite hard biceps and crunched his perfectly shaped, six pack abs, all the time displaying a handsome as shit grin and exuding the power and cockiness of a man who knew exactly what kind of effect his muscles had on others. And as Brad McCarthy looked square into the camera and scrunched up his face as the glistening, oil soaked balloons of muscle on his upper body bulged and squeezed into a most muscular pose, I blew the most intense fucking load into my boxer shorts. It was like a revelation. Muscle turned me on. Guys turned on. Thanks to muscle monster Brad McCarthy and his beautifully thick pecs and freaky wheels, I was finally able to accept something which I’d known for a while, but had chosen to ignore. I was gay. My best friend, Emily, was the first person I told, and the only person who knew about my sexuality for a good few years. There was no one else at school I felt close enough to to tell, I didn’t really know how my parents would take the news and I didn’t dare tell any of the bodybuilding lads at the gym. Emily came out to me shortly afterwards. I think in the back of my head I already knew she was gay, as she did with me. Maybe that’s why we were drawn to each other in the first place? Maybe we both sensed that the other was different? That we had this unspoken thing in common? It’s fair to say that I was a little naive when we took our first visit to a gay pub. No one really warned me how much attention a good looking, seventeen year old competitive bodybuilder, who looked considerably older thanks to his abnormally muscular physique, would receive in such a place. But then, who would have? Emily was the only gay person I knew at that point. I went home with a guy called Dale that first night we went out. He was no bodybuilder but the guy had one hell of a body on him. Over six foot in height and built like a brick shithouse with thick arms on show under the sleeves of his tight fitted t-shirt. It sounds naive to think about it now, but I was kind of surprised that gay guys that muscular actually existed. He was exceptionally fucking handsome too. Olive skin, almost model-like looks. He was a good few years older than me, probably in his late twenties, so I may have told a little white lie when he asked me how old I was. He seemed nice enough, if a little arrogant, which was something Emily picked up on too. She didn’t seem to like him much in general. “I don’t get good vibes!” were her exact words. I thought at the time that she maybe just being overly protective of me. Still, I didn’t really care what my best friend thought at that moment. I was in my first ever gay pub in London and the hottest guy in the room wanted to take me back to his. So I left with Dale and it was exciting and new and the sex was pretty good, if a tiny bit awkward at times, with it being my first experience. And the next day and the ones that followed, he seemed really keen to see me again. In fact, it’s fair to say he was a little full on. I got constant phone calls and texts from him. Telling me how much of a good time he'd had. Telling me how sexy he thought I was. How he wanted to introduce me to all these muscle guys he knew. Suggesting we do all sorts of stuff together. It was all a bit much. I mean, he didn’t even really know me that well. I very much got the feeling he wouldn’t have been half as keen on me if I hadn’t been a competitive bodybuilder. And that pattern kind of continued. Every time me and Emily went on the gay scene I’d get shit loads of attention. I’d pull someone in the club, usually a hot muscle guy, though sometimes I went with slimmer, more regular sized guys too (I found the size difference between me and those guys was actually really fun, not to mention pretty fucking horny). But the next day, they’d always be really keen to see me again. Ugh. I mean, yeah, some of the guys seemed really nice, and some of them I did meet up with again, but I think that I wanted to like them more than I actually did. And I think I only agreed to see most of them again because I felt like that’s what I should do. That that was the normal thing to do. And as Emily kept saying, maybe I’d grow to like them after the second or third time I saw them. But I never did. None of those guys ever really excited me. None of them ever seemed to get me. And none of them ever gave me those butterflies that people sometimes talk about. Not even James Newman, the short, jacked, gay Welsh bodybuilder I had unspeakably hot sex with after my last bodybuilding show in the summer. I guess I’ve sort of been waiting for all of that to happen. For someone to give me those butterflies. To meet that person who I think about constantly like Emily has multiple fucking times since we both came out to each other. I guess, to just meet someone who I like. I mean, really, really like. Surely that person can’t be Luke? And yet, as I lie here now in bed to the sound of the shower running in the bathroom as he’s getting ready for his morning A History of Bodybuilding lecture, why can I not think of anything else I want to do more than open that bathroom door, climb into the shower, grab my much smaller and very geeky roommate who barely even has pecs and spends his time watching kids cartoons, pin him up the wall and kiss him like I’ve never fucking kissed anyone before? Okay maybe this is just a phase? Maybe it will pass and I’ll realise that no, I don’t actually want to kiss Luke. That lying here thinking about what it would be like to cuddled up to him in bed, his body curled into mine, my pecs and abs sinking into his back and my huge arms wrapped around his much smaller body as I bury my face into his neck, his scent engulfing me, while all the time he’s wearing nothing but his bright yellow Harry Potter boxers, means absolutely nothing? Oh God. What the fuck is wrong with me? I mean, I guess when I think about it, it’s not all that surprising that I’ve started to have feelings for Luke. We have been spending a lot of time together. And he’s really fucking sweet. And he really makes me laugh. And, despite all his geeky affiliations, Luke’s actually pretty cool. I like how he doesn’t seem to apologise for who he is. He’s just himself. How well he handles being the smallest guy here on campus. There’s a quiet confidence there which is pretty fucking sexy. And I really respect how he just opened up to me about his dad when we didn’t really know each other. And how well he handled it when I was being a complete dick to him when he first transferred here (which I feel really bad about now). And there’s this really charming innocence about him. I kind of loved how nervous he was about buying his trunks. And I love his eagerness for anything bodybuilding related. The way his face lights up when I suggest he’ll be a monster soon. And the way he talks about Tommy Foster’s shredded abs. Which is also, incidentally, pretty fucking sexy. And, of course, there’s the fact that he’s also pretty cute. Okay, he’s really fucking cute. With his lovely blue eyes and cute grin and hot little abs. And not to mention that beefy arse of his which blows out the back of his obscenely shiny posing trunks, which I’ve thought about so many times over the last few weeks it’s probably not healthy. And which, I’m thinking about again right fucking now and getting a full on boner under my duvet. GRRRR! And then here’s the fact that I highly suspect Luke is gay. I mean, that has to be what he was referring to that night we went to the SU bar, right? “Maybe I’m different too.” The thing is, now that thought is in my head, I’m struggling to actually imagine that Luke is straight. This might sound weird but I can’t really picture him with a girl. It just wouldn’t look right. I can see him with a guy though. A much bigger guy. Say, a two hundred and thirty pounds, handsome as shit bodybuilder with twenty three pairs of posing trunks and a cheeky Instagram persona? I guess there’s always the chance that my mind is just going into overdrive because I think I’ve actually managed to find another student here at Montgomery University who might be gay? Maybe if there were tons of gay guys here, or even just a few more, I wouldn’t be having these thoughts about Luke? He comes out of the shower and I don’t flinch or move. I stay still in bed with my eyes closed, pretending I’m asleep. I can hear him pottering about. He’s so gentle and quiet. Like a five foot, ten inches tall mouse in specs. With hot little abs and the cutest fucking arse! I can tell he’s being extra quiet just for me. That he’s trying his best not to wake me up. Which is just, sigh, SO fucking sweet. I wonder what t-shirt he’s putting on for today. I’m gonna guess my favourite - the white Marvel one with all the superheroes on it. And now I’m wondering what boxers he’s wearing. He’s got these green and blue striped ones that are super duper cute. I bet he’s wearing his light blue skinny jeans. The ones he wears the most which his little calf muscles look super sexy in. Along with another certain part of his anatomy. I hear Luke go back into the bathroom. And then he comes out and everything is suddenly quiet and FUCK - I don’t know for certain, but I swear he’s standing near my bed. And I get the feeling that he’s just looking at me. Which sounds really creepy, but it doesn’t feel like that. It doesn’t feel like that at all. My heart starts beating faster. My stomach’s fluttering. And I feel this unexpected rush of excitement. Is Luke just standing there, watching me sleep? And then I hear him on his side of the room and I relax. And shortly after that he leaves the room for his lecture. Not long after and I’m still in bed, checking out Instagram on my phone. The side chest pose pic that Luke took the other day has gotten a shit load of comments and likes. It’s quickly become one of the most popular pics I’ve ever posted. I keep looking out for comments from the “how much to feel your bicep” guy who (according to Deano) I’ve been flirting with, but so far he hasn’t commented on this one. I’m sure Deano’s eagerly checking the comments too. Just for excuses to take the piss out of me. I’m sure homophobic Mike Hancox is probably looking as well so he can give me another lecture on why not to talk to “creepy little gay dudes” on Instagram. Ugh. Fuck off, Hancox. The pic I posted of Luke lifting up his abs with the “follow my buddie” caption has also been pretty popular too. He’s gained a ton more followers since I posted it and people are commenting and saying really nice things. Apart from one guy who posted, “THIS guy goes to Muscle University? Are they just letting anyone in now?” which made me SO fucking angry. I replied with, “Hey, dude. Your ex girlfriend just DM’d me. She said she wants you to check out this website.” And then I posted a link to a penis enlargement surgery page. Thinking about that comment now is pissing me off again. How dare some random dick be mean to Luke? I’m praying that he hasn’t seen it. I think about him reading it and getting upset and my stomach sharply twists. I go to Luke’s Instagram and look at the picture I took of him flexing his biceps in the SU bar last weekend and I smile and feel all fuzzy. That was a good night. It felt like our friendship went to another level. Or maybe that was the night we actually started to become friends. Who knows? I have a flash of inspiration. I’m not gonna go the gym until this afternoon, so I have some time to kill. I get my sketchbook out and, with Luke’s front double bicep pic, complete with cute, sheepish grin, on my phone, I start to compose a new sketch. And it’s funny, because I’m usually drawing huge, shredded freaks in tiny posers, but drawing Luke, I’m struggling to remember the last time I enjoy doing an illustration so much. Half way through the sketch, I decide that I’m going to ask Luke to go the gym with me again today. The thought of which makes my insides go fucking crazy. I know Johnny suggested taking him once a week, but fuck it. This will look good on me if I take him twice. Mostly though, I just really wanna go the gym with Luke again. I can’t stop thinking about what happened in our dorm room after the last time. Flexing for Luke with my top off. Hitting a side chest while I was insanely pumped while he took my picture for Instagram. The effect my muscles seems to have on Luke. That look of awe on his face. The atmosphere in the room as it was happening. And that moment when we were sitting on my bed when we were just looking at each other and all I wanted to do was lean over and kiss him. I couldn’t sleep that night. I was just lying awake for hours thinking about the day. Thinking about Luke. I even got my phone out and was checking out his Instagram profile under my duvet. Just lying there in the middle of the night looking at his fucking pictures as he lay asleep in his bed on the other side of the room. I get changed for the gym, thinking about how I’m going to ask Luke to go with me, which actually makes me feel oddly fucking nervous. But Luke's lecture finished a while ago and I’m getting a little angsty that he’s already gone by himself. I pick up my phone and think about texting him. But what would I text? “Hey Luke, where are you? Fancy going to the gym?” I bite my nails anxiously. Wait. What the FUCK am I doing? Jesus Christ. Fretting about texting a boy I‘ve only known for a few weeks. Hanging around my room on the off chance that he’ll want to come to the gym with me when there’s a very good chance that he’s there already. Fuck this. I grab my backpack and head towards the door and then my stomach flips because it’s opening, and now Luke is suddenly in front of me wearing a white Dom and Cole In The Land of Ug t-shirt. Which I kinda love so fucking much. “Hey!” he says, stopping in his tracks. “Alright!” I say, a little nervously. “Cool t-shirt!” Luke looks down and then his mouth curls into a cute grin and my chest flutters. “Just off to the gym!” I tell him. Luke nods. I don’t know why, but things feel really awkward. Which is crazy. Because it’s Luke. My roommate, Luke, who I see and talk to every fucking day. “See you in a bit then!” he says, squeezing the handle of his backpack. Is he nervous standing so close to me? I kind of get the impression that he is. I nod and he walks past me into the room. I step towards the door thinking, should I? Fuck it. “Unless you wanna come?” I say, turning around. My stomach tightly clenches. Did I ask him a little too eagerly? I feel like I did. Fuck! “Oh!” Luke says, looking surprised. “Ummm … I’ve just been!” And now he looks deflated. And seeing how disappointed he looks, my chest expands and I find myself wanting to smile. It also seems to give me an unexpected surge of confidence. “Shame! I wanted to take the piss out of your ridiculously light weights again!” I tease. Luke smirks and rolls his eyes. And I leave, practically beaming all the way to the gym. My stomach’s doing something weird. Butterflies. Maybe these are butterflies? When I get back to the room after the gym, Luke’s sitting on his bed in front of his laptop. He says hey. He’s got this big, excited grin on his face. I look at him suspiciously. “What’s up with you?” “Guess what I’ve found?” he asks, biting his lip. I let out a big, exaggerated gasp. “The Gryffindor common room!” “That would be of no use to me. I’m a Hufflepuff!” he says proudly. “I literally have no idea what you just said!” I say. Even though I do. Even though I’ve seen most of the Harry Potter films and actually think they’re pretty cool. I dump my backpack near my bed and turn around. Luke’s not responding. He’s just sitting there biting his lip and smiling into his laptop, looking pretty fucking pleased with himself. “Luke, the suspense is fucking killing me!” I say it sarcastically, but in actual fact, I’m really fucking curious to know what Luke has apparently found. “It’s on my laptop!” Luke says, eyeballing his MacBook with this teasing grin. I groan and roll my eyes, and then my stomach flips as I approach Luke’s bed. I’m trying so hard not to smile. Not to show how much I want to sit next to him on his bed. I have a feeling I’m not doing a good enough job as I’d like. I plonk down next to him, giving him a suspicious look. He’s still biting his lip, clearly excited. I swear his cheeks have flushed a little too. He plays with his laptop then turns it to face me and something starts playing. “Oh my God!” I exclaim, when I realise what it is. “JOHNNY BRAVO!” Luke’s nodding. It’s so fucking cute how excited he looks. “I found it on some dodgy streaming site!” “So cool!” I say as the opening credits plays. I feel a wave of nostalgia. It’s been so long since I watched this cartoon. “Check the pecs!” I say, imitating Johnny. Luke does his goofy little giggle. “Oh, sorry!” Luke mumbles. I’m confused but then he reaches for one of his pillows and my heart flutters when he hands it to me and our eyes meet and his mouth curls into a sheepish grin. I prop the pillow under my big chest and relax next to Luke. He grabs the other pillow and props it up behind his back. I literally can’t stop smiling as we lie on his bed watching one of my favourite childhood cartoons. “Hmmm. It’s kinda funny if you think about it!” I say. “What?” “Well I always wanted to be Johnny Bravo. And now I’m probably bigger than him.” I expect Luke to roll his eyes but he just gives me this cute, grin and hello dimples! “I’m definitely hotter than him, anyway!” I say. And then Luke does roll his eyes. Ha! We carry on watching it, laughing and giggling at various moments. Luke’s leaning against the wall, his legs flat out. I’m lying on my front with the pillow under my chest. He’s so close to me. I could so easily stretch out my arm and just gently tickle his tummy if I wanted to. I look at the image of Dom and Cole on Luke’s white t-shirt. “Think they do Johnny Bravo t-shirts?” I ask him, twisting my neck up to look up at him. Luke grins at me. “Yeah! They must do. Would you wear one?” he asks, with one eyebrow raised. He seems kind of excited at the prospect. I smile and shrug. “Probably! Although … maybe not in public!” Luke rolls his eyes but he’s still smiling down at me. “That. Was. Awesome!” I say as the episode finishes. Luke grins at me and we’re both a bit silent for a while. And then I feel this stab of disappointment, because I don’t know what’s next. I could quite happily stay here lying next to Luke on his bed. Probably for the rest of the evening, in fact. Luke reaches forward and plays with his laptop. He minimises the window and my stomach flips when I notice something on the screen. There’s another tab open in Luke’s Google Chrome window. And it has my name on it, followed by the start of my Instagram handle. WOODY (@woody_bodybuilder). For some reason, Luke was looking at my Instagram profile. He quickly clicks on the red dot in the corner of the window and it closes down and suddenly there’s this awkwardness between us. Fuck. I don’t look at Luke’s face. I just lie there, propped up by one of his pillows that smells like him. But my stomach’s going crazy. And I’m finding it really fucking hard not to smile. Because Luke was checking out my Instagram. “So … is there anything going on at the SU bar tonight?” Luke asks. There’s a slight hint of nerves in his voice. I look up at him and pull a face. “Doubt it!” But my chest is suddenly expanding. Because the last time me and Luke went to the Students’ Union bar he opened up to me in a way he hadn’t done before. About his dad. About how he could tell I liked attention. And he also insinuated that I was gay. And that he was gay too. Who knows what might happen if we go again? And then an idea pops into my head. Something I’ve done once before. Would Luke be up for it? Fuck. It’s pretty crazy. But right now, sitting next to Luke on his bed, his body so close to mine, I feel like I wanna go crazy. And I wanna go crazy with Luke. “You know the SU bar isn’t our only option for a night out?” I say to him, with a mysterious smirk, my heart starting to beat a little faster. “It’s not?!” he asks, looking perplexed. I shake my head and continue to act mysterious. “Luke Henderson. Do you trust me?” His stomach is still right there. I could just reach out and gently tickle his hard, tight tummy with my fingers through his white Dom and Cole t-shirt. “Is that a serious question?” he asks, with one eyebrow raised. “Yes! And that was the wrong answer. Luke Henderson. Do. You. Trust me?” I ask, glaring at him. He still looks confused, but he’s smirking too. I can tell he’s curious. Excited even. “Ummm. I … guess so?” he says, now giving me this cute grin. My tummy’s doing weird things again. Butterflies. These are definitely fucking butterflies. “Right then, Luke! Get your super tight, plain blue t-shirt on. I’m taking you on an adventure!”

The Final Chapter "I'm not stupid, Mark." Cris raised an eyebrow at me as he began cutting his steak. "You've lost, what, ninety pounds in six months?" I was fidgeting with my food, pushing vegatables and steak around aimlessly like a guilty child. "Something like that." "You were... big a few months ago. Now you're... well, a better kind of big. And most of that change came in the last month." He paused to put a chunk of steak in his mouth. As he chewed, my eyes darted from my plate to him. His progress had been going slower than mine, but he was filling out his shirt nicely. He had always had nice legs and an amazing ass. Now his biceps looked like they barely fit into the sleeves of his button-up. He had the top couple of buttons undone and had removed his tie. The skin visible there was as muscled and smooth as I remembered from the time I had seen him shirtless years before, the memory I had fantasized about for so long. His sleeves were unbuttoned at the wrist as well, and rolled up to about halfway up his forearm. There was some hair there, but the reason my eyes lingered was the corded muscle visible on the underside of each. His face had grown leaner since I had last seen him the week before. His eyes looked stormy grey as he stared me down. "Was it surgery?" he asked, his tone almost accusatory. "No," I answered, "No, I wouldn't do that. I mean, I'll admit there were times I thought about it. But I didn't actually do it." Cris had a gleam in his eye for a moment. He believed me, I was sure. He was happy that I hadn't gotten surgery. "I don't know how it could be possible. If you had put on muscle and then lost fat, that would make sense. But you leaned down a lot in a too-short time and then started putting on muscle." He paused to chew again, then swallowed. "Drugs?" "I'm not smoking crack," I answered, a little more exasperated. "You know me. I've had less alcohol in my life than you've had in the last year. Recreational drugs aren't my thing." "Some kind of miracle prescription then?" He leaned in. "You didn't get this way just by working out. If this whole..." He pointed his fork at me and spun it in a circle while searching for the right word. "If this transformation had been stretched out over a year, I'd believe it. But this is, what, a month?" I didn't want to tell him the truth. He would just want the serum himself, and I didn't have the recipe anymore. I remembered most of the ingredients - I wasn't likely to forget how difficult the moonflower had been to find - but I couldn't remember all the details of the preparation. And I was fine with that. But Cris wasn't an idiot, and he'd probably assume something worse than the truth. If he thought I was on hard drugs or getting plastic surgery, I couldn't let him continue to think that about me. Plus, deep down, I had always intended to tell him the truth. From the morning he had stumbled out of his room thinking the sex we'd had was a dream, I had always meant to tell him it hadn't been. I had just pictured telling him after using the last of the serum I had to share my new mass with him. "I'll tell you everything," I whispered, resigned. "But I don't want to do it here. Let's talk about it in private. At your place." He nodded at this, then lowered the fork he'd been pointing at me and started stabbing at his steak as though the cow had personally insulted him. I resumed eating, and was in the middle of chewing when Cris spoke again. "Freddie told me about the serum." I choked. Cris reached across the table and slapped my back until I coughed up the chunk of steak I had accidentally inhaled. I chewed it, swallowed, waited to see if he'd continue before I spoke. "He told me he gave it to you." Cris's eyes reflected light from one of the fixtures behind me for a brief second, giving them the look of a storm cloud that had just released a flash of lightning. I didn't want to wait for the thunder. "I took it from him, actually," I said quietly. "And I deleted the recipe." Cris's eyes widened in shock. "I deleted it from Freddie's phone to be spiteful. He was drugging guys with it so he could steal muscle with it. He tried to drug your drink the night we went to the bar, but the drink he put it in was actually mine." Cris looked even more surprised. Freddie hadn't told him that. I continued. "You came out of your room the next morning saying something about a dream you had the night before," I reminded him. "It wasn't a dream. We had sex that night, and you lost some mass and I burned off a ton of fat." Cris brought a hand to cover his mouth. He slumped back against his chair. I gave him a moment, then continued. He straightened up. "I tried to figure out what caused it, thinking it was the massage. But it didn't work when I tried to massage you again, so I tried a different guy. It started working when the massage went from being pleasurable to sexual. I got bigger from that. Almost as big as you. "It didn't work at all the next time I hooked up with someone, so I decided to try again to find out what caused it to happen in the first place. That search led me back to Freddie." Cris nodded. "I went back to that bar trying to figure things out too, and Freddie tried to run for it when he saw me. Started babbling that he 'didn't have it' when I caught up to him. That little twink can't run to save his life. Told me my friend had already taken the serum. Described you pretty well." "Well, he drugged me with it again that evening," I said. "Except I recognized how it felt, and I pieced together that he had slipped something into my drink. When he wanted to have sex, I figured that was part of what caused the transfer. And he wanted me to cum in him so badly, I figured that must be part of it too. So I let him start doing what he wanted while I pushed for more answers. I put two and two together and guessed that if I came inside him, the serum's effects would end." I paused so Cris could process everything I'd said. "Then he confirmed it. Since he had used to try to steal other guys' mass, I took it from him and deleted it from his phone. He should have had a backup." Cris nodded at that. "Seriously. It's not like backing up your phone is difficult." "Then I left, but I couldn't really drive, so I took an Uber. I forgot to change my drop-off location, so instead of home, it sent me to the only destination I'd used on the app. Your place." "That's when we went to the gym together?" Cris asked. "Yeah," I answered. "And you started to, uh, really enjoy watching me work out." "How could you know?" I chuckled at him. "You were getting off on it. The serum started working. I could feel it. So I got the hell away from you, only to stumble right into Danny in the shower. And I was so horny I went home with him and stole even more mass from him. I started feeling guilty about it then." Cris tilted his head and crinkled his eyebrows together. "Why would you feel guilty?" "When I stole your mass," I said, "you busted your ass in the gym to catch back up. You put in so much effort and then lost it all because of one drunken, passionate fuck. I took way more from Danny." Cris looked me up and down in the restaurant booth. "You're taller. I thought you had just stopped slouching or something. Freddie didn't say the serum can do that." "After that I got the serum out of my system so I could think clearly. The only way to do that was to steal even more from another guy, and to cum inside him. I didn't want to fuck bareback with a stranger, so I just came in the guy's mouth. It's what Freddie wanted from me, so I figured it would do the trick." "So it's out of your system now?" Cris asked, disappointed. "Yeah. And I deleted the recipe from my phone, too. Then I deleted my backups and made a new backup without it on my phone." Disappointment turned to anger. "That's the dumbest fucking thing I ever heard. You didn't think of sharing that?" His voice got a little louder. Someone at a nearby table looked over at us, scandalized. I gestured for Cris to lower his voice. "It's dangerous. It was fucking with me. Making me too aggressive. Changing more than just my build. I think it was just in my system too long. But I knew you would want it, too, if you knew it existed. And I always meant to tell you the truth. Especially about... that night." "And you decided to make the decision for me, that I couldn't handle that?" I gave him an unhappy sort of smile. "Actually, I had made the decision and then thought about how you'd react. So I didn't want to make the decision for you. If you weren't gonna take the serum, I wanted that to be your choice. And if you chose it, well, I wanted you to be able to live with that choice without my guilt, too." Cris paused. I knew him so well, I could tell he was thinking about how frustrated he was when he had found the body he had worked so hard to improve, inexplicably backsliding. How much more effort he put in, how much he had beaten himself up, on the path to correcting that backsliding. How that was at the root of his anger now. "But?" He finally asked. "You deleted the recipe anyways." "Yeah... but there's no 'but'. I made a batch for you before I got rid of the recipe. I just didn't want either of us to spend the rest of our lives dependent on some voodoo serum to be happy with ourselves." Cris waved down a passing waiter. "Can we get the check?" The waiter nodded and bustled off. When the waiter was out of earshot, Cris whispered, "You have it now?" "It's in my car," I told him. "If you really want it, you can have it." Cris looked introspective for a moment. "You felt bad for draining me." "Well, yeah," I said. "You're my friend. You busted your ass to get into the shape you're in. You didn't deserve to have someone steal it from you. Much less me." "You took mass from a bunch of other guys, too. Do you feel guilty about them?" He looked up at the approaching waiter, who brought two small trays with our bills on them. "Thanks." We passed them back with our cards and he took them away. "I do feel guilty, but I can't give everything back. Most of those guys are still bigger than me. I could only take." I drained the last of my drink. "But I can give back to you now." Cris chuckled. "You're propositioning me?" I shrugged. "Call it that if you want. You just said I should have shared. And if I'm willing to give some of this up..." I shrugged and flexed a little bit. My biceps stretched my sleeves nearly to their breaking point. This was one of the largest shirts I owned, from when I was pushing 300 pounds. It was ample around my midsection - I used shirt stays to keep it tucked in tight - but it was tight around my shoulders, chest, and arms. "...then you won't have to feel like you're stealing it. Because I'm giving it to you." I took a deep breath before I continued. "And I really care about you. I'm not just asking you for sex. I want more than that, if you..." I looked back up at Cris from my hands. I trailed off. Normally I could read his expression to figure out what he was thinking. I wasn't getting much from him now. I opened my mouth to speak again, but the waiter returned with our cards. We signed our receipts in silence and made our way out of the restaurant. When we were outside, I turned back to speak to Cris again, but he started speaking before I had a chance. "I care about you a lot too. Y'know, there have been times in the last few months where I thought... well, I thought we'd be a pretty good couple if I was attracted to you at all." "Ouch," I said. "Don't spare my feelings, just be honest." Cris chuckled. "I don't know if it's just because you changed or if I have. Hopefully both. But you've definitely become exactly the kind of guy I wished you were." We stopped on either side of my car. I unlocked it; we got in. I opened the glove compartment and pulled out the vial containing the last of the serum. "I don't really want to rush things if you think we have a chance," I said mischievously, waving the bottle in front of his face. "We could wait a while to use this." Cris leaned in and kissed me, fiercely. When we broke apart, I was breathless and he had the vial. "Or," he countered, "we can get a hell of a lot of use out of it tonight." He uncorked the vial and tossed back the serum. I put on my seatbelt and started backing out of my parking spot when I felt part of my body, warm and growing. I looked down at it. Cris did too. "You're already excited, huh?" He reached over and gave my package a squeeze through my pants. "I didn't mean road head, Mark. I'll take care of that when you get me home." While driving, I thought about everything that had happened since Freddie had first dosed me with the serum. I was glad he didn't have it anymore - preying on unsuspecting guys was wrong. Maybe, in the end, taking that power from him and giving it up myself was enough to absolve me for doing the same thing. But I had been pretty miserable before - depressed, unassertive, and living for the brief chance to touch a guy I was really into. The serum had turned my life around. It had made me happy. I was using the last of it to make Cris - to make us happy. Was that really something to feel guilty about? And it wasn't like I had destroyed it forever - Freddie had bought the recipe from somewhere. The serum was still out there. I wouldn't need it anymore, and nor would Cris, but someone out there would, and they'd be able to find it as easily as Freddie had. I parked my car. Cris and I walked to his front door, tension building. He turned the key, then opened the door. I followed him through it, and closed it behind me. One door was closing, but as Cris walked down the hallway and led me to his bedroom door, it just felt like a new beginning.

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.

受到jaypat的启发，我决定制作类似的漫画故事。 这是我的第一个故事。英语不是我的母语，因此可能存在一些语法错误。我希望每个人都能理解并提出建议。 -------------------------------------------------- ------------------- 温是亚洲人。他跟随母亲探望了美国的亲戚。温家宝在那里看到了他未被玷污的大哥哥，他的继父的儿子杰克。 像他强壮的父亲一样，杰克是一名高大的篮球队队长。他身高6.4英尺，肌肉强壮，充满了代表力量的血管。幸运的是，杰克很友善。 在假期那天，杰克一起在野外锻炼。 “我做不到！” 温家宝坐在地板上说：“我不能跑，让我休息吧。” “兄弟，你不能这样做，只是热身！” 杰克走向温，用臀部看着他，然后蹲下来，伸手去拿。 “真是......”只看到一个强壮的麝香强壮的身体，无尽的睾丸激素，他的身体汗水闪闪发光，让杰克的肌肉看起来更加强壮，就像一个好莱坞演员英俊的脸，甚至他的包装看起来巨大而且非常猥亵。 “伙计，你应该每天都像我一样运动，让更多人喜欢它。” 杰克帮助韦恩，然后他显示了双二头肌。 “上帝，你还记得那个邻居的辣妹吗？她邀请我今晚去她家，我等不及了！” 杰克饥肠辘辘地摸着他那巨大的阴茎，在他的二头肌上微笑着点亮。。 温看着杰克完美的身体和傲慢的行为，硬化的阴茎开始泄漏并开始浸泡他的内衣。 “我不想听你怎么做爱，我现在只想回家！” 当文回到家时，他和母亲一起回到了自己的国家。杰克也回到平常生活，直到看到一份新报纸。

Actually @muscleaddict, yes, you are the best person for @brawnygodsto learn from. Your attention to detail, narrative and the way you build tension within the story are really good. Way better than a lot of published writers out there. AND, you’re humble, graceful and grateful for the comments. That, to me, counts a lot! Keep the good work dude! Keep on learning and asking questions @brawnygods. That’s how you learn and grow. Just saying.

Come on, that's like a chapter in itself! Woody can't sleep, keeps checking his phone to see the hours burning away, anxious because he knows how important sleep is to recovery and muscle building and when he's not checking the time, he's checking his Instagram. He's on Emily's page, sees that one of her recent posts just got a like--it's a shot of him in the shower, covering his goods with a wash cloth, a hand up to block the shot (but not really) and partially obscuring his face. He let her post it on hers (but not tag him) because he knew how hot it was and it got nearly a thousand likes already and, wait now, it just got one more. Liked by geek-to-freak, lying in a bed just feet away pretending to be asleep. Woody looks over--sees the hint of a glow emanating from beneath the covers of Luke's bed and then hears the tell-tale click of a phone being powered off. Talk about torture! In the morning the like is gone but he's so sleep deprived, he doesn't know if he imagined the whole thing or not.

Yeah, mate. That's kinda what I have in mind for Deano (looks wise). It's tricky with Luke. He's so specific in my head. Very cute, wholesome looking and also a little geeky and intelligent looking. I guess maybe a bit like a younger version of this guy... And if I had to pick a bodybuilder for Woody I'd probably go for this guy. But a British version who's a LOT cockier! So every time he wears skinny jeans you guys can just picture this... These guys were not inspirations for the characters by the way. Just probably the closet real life bodybuilders to how I imagine them!

Eventually, you RELISHED your growth going out of control. Sure, you'd officially flunked out of your second year of college but economic analytics was harder than you anticipated... Thankfully, you were very lucky to have such a strong group of bros to support you. And they certainly did- when you initially told them you'd wanted to start working out more seriously, they actually gave you bags of supplements and 'lifestyle' tapes. The tapes were weird (all about 'motivation', working out, or dieting) and even when you always found yourself waking up towards the end of them you'd watch them religiously. Hell, the guys eventually started making your meals for you, too and it didn't take long for the gym to become second nature for you. You got BIG. Your confidence burst through the roof and you were cocky or even mean; you deserved it! Nobody could have gotten as jacked as you, nor as strong. Regardless, you were always kind to your bros. They were the ones making you big, too. Hell, after a while you started feeling like they worshiped you, in a weird, communal way. Each one would bring you a can of weird beer of a brand you couldn't pronounce and of course you'd end up shotgunning it as a challenge. At some point doorways were becoming a challenge due to your width- that's when the guys would laugh at your wide, stumbling gait but still help you get upstairs to bed. The side effects made EVERYTHING bigger. Some of the bros bought you new shoes every time your feet started getting cramped in your current pair. One day you'd dozed off again after a weird lifestyle tape, waking up with an excess of morning wood and one of your younger buddies sucking on your long toes. You felt embarrassed but there was something about when he asked you to flex for him that kept you laying comfortably on your increasingly smaller bed. He'd ask you questions about wanting your growth and if you liked it; you'd answer with honesty as you milked your fat cock, his chuckle making you smile naively as he moved to massage your huge feet and massive legs. You were getting massive and it felt awesome! All you could really think about was getting bigger and having fun with your bros. After a while it wasn't weird at all to find yourself flexing or working out in the basement, naked, and you consistently found yourself serving the guys however they asked. You almost cried when the school told you you'd failed all your classes; you couldn't even remember the last time you'd even gone. The guys told you it didn't matter, you could still live at the house and to not even sign up for another semester if you didn't want to. So you didn't bother with school. Hell, you used to consider yourself a rather smart guy but nowadays you could barely keep up with complex conversations your bros have at home. The guys would laugh when you gave a ditsy comment and tell you to show of your tits instead. You'd happily peel up (or ripped off) your shirt, showing off your massive pecs. You loved showing off, after all! They called you a good 'himbo' and directed you to administer twice the doses of supplements you were accustomed too. You explained to them your pectorals were seemingly increasing size even faster than the rest of your body, feeling sore almost every day. They gladly began giving you more thorough daily 'massages'. Nowadays you find yourself practically shaking the earth beneath your heavy steps, your quads and hams so wide you have to move in an awkward waddle. Your time is religiously spent in the basement gym or with your loving bros. Sure, they graduate and new ones come in, but you always find tight relationships with them. The guys worship your massive, sweaty body and always make sure you're well-taken care of. You've lost track of how many years have gone by and sometimes wonder if you're not really getting any older, either. You're fucking huge. Sometimes the guys are sweeter and love letting you strut around with a proper alpha male cockiness. Others are meaner, tricking you into tight situations or letting your huge pecs go without milking for days at a time, letting you murmur in discomfort like a proper bull in heat as your pecs start looking overdeveloped even for your massive frame. A rare few actually manage to fit your huge cockhead in their mouths. Some manage to fit you inside them (dangerously) but most often you enjoy feeling a bro sniffing and lapping your hairy, muscled pucker before stretching it out with their fat bro cock. For as much as you have to eat, absorbing protein through your bros' thick cocks is a benefit you gladly enjoy. There isn't often a party where you turn down a proper pose down, letting all the guys worship you as they pump you full of beer and cock.

(Short edition from a little while back) The Growth IV “In here sir, this way.” A voice echoed in the locker room as, Tim, a thick and beefy cadet led Jake into the shower area. His massive frame extensively shifting side to side from his thick thighs and swollen lats, squeezing himself through the smaller openings. “Here.” Tim said pointing to the insanely huge mountain of mass before them. Brad looked like an enormous bloated beef whale lying on the floor, immobilized from his own growth. Of course, he would have certainly grown bigger, but his bones and tendons didn’t grow fast enough to accommodate. “I found them just a few minutes ago.” Faint moans were coming from Brad. “Them?” Jake looked down at the bulging pile with a grin, seeing two figures that looked like a couple of empty or deflated bags in front of Brad with a foot and a hand sticking out from his huge bulbous butt cheeks. “Should I go get someone to help?” Tim said almost urgently. Jake just looked over the awesome sight briefly. “No, everything should be fine.” “But we should really get…” Tim blurted quickly. “You did good Tim.” Stroking Tim’s hair and massaging his neck ever so gently when he suddenly thrust him down to his knees. “Such a good cadet.” Holding his head as his swelling cock rubbed Tim’s face. “Mmpghh.” Tim tried to breath as thick pre-cum gushed into his mouth and nose, squinting his eyes with his hands trying to pull himself up. Jake then crammed Tim’s head directly into his cock’s slit, pushing him in even further as the suction eventually took over, pulling the cadet down the inside of his shaft; his huge member was inflating even bigger to take in its meal. The entire process took just a few minutes for Tim’s body to wiggle and squirm all the way down to Jake’s balls where in just a short while all motion ceased. The huge muscle monster waddled up to Brad, dragging his swollen nutsack. “Looks like you got yourself into some trouble boy.” He rubbed the cadet’s overly thick traps and squeezed his huge pecs which looked like they were suffocating him. “Things don’t look too good for you Brad…this ship can only have one alpha.” He pulled Brad’s hair tight as he jammed the rock hard head of his cock into the cadet’s mouth; already having decreased its size to a reasonable, yet freakishly huge length and thickness. Brad started to gag on just the head as it painfully stretched and pulled his jaw in every direction. “Mmphgggglllleee…” Brad gurgled as more pre started to escape from Jake’s huge penis, flowing down into the cadet’s gut. “It’ll be over soon…a necessary sacrifice that many of your brothers have already faced…but growing is my destiny.” Jake winced his eyes and tensed his huge ass as thick creamy cum started to blow out his dick and into Brad’s already distended body, expanding quickly in his mid-section into a huge belly. The overflow went into the rest of his tissues, bloating and filling them to immense pressures as Brad looked like an over inflated balloon. The final orgasm arrived with a white rapid burst of ejaculate as Jake bellowed out in his deep tone, “YESSSSS!!!” Nobody heard the burst in the shower; a surprise for how loud and violent it was. The only thing that remained was a huge sticky mess, but easily vacuumed by Jake’s hungry cock. Overall it was the most he’d ever consumed in one day. His balls were so massive and tender, walking was the most uncomfortable thing he could think of doing. He needed time to absorb and rejuvenate. Jake plopped down on his massive glutes and leaned his head back against the shower wall. “Jake?” Dr. Matton’s voice softly chimed with a knock on the door. “You here sir?” The huge door to Jake’s quarters slowly opened as the doctor looked around, not seeing anyone. He stepped in fully, gazing over the large openness of the room. Everything had been significantly modified to accommodate Jake’s extraordinary size. There was no furniture, but just large blocks to sit on and a reinforced metal frame with a massive mattress for his bed. The dividing walls were torn out and just left open; the bathroom was even just an open space now. Matton looked over and saw a pile of torn and tattered clothes, some completely shredded, a testament to the progressive growth he was experiencing. The doctor stepped back and heard a wet squish under his boot, looking down he saw a large, thick puddle of white goo. “Ah shit.” He moaned, trying to wipe it off on the floor while inadvertently stepping in another puddle. The shit was everywhere. A good amount was even dripping from the ceiling; it was even noticeable that all his clothes in the torn pile were saturated with it. The entire room was literally oozing with Jake’s cum. Matton looked around as he pulled a specimen cup from his coat and scooped up a small wad. He headed out the door closing it behind him and began heading back to the lab as he sealed the cup. Jake finally came to, waking out of a relatively short, but deep slumber. The lockers were dead silent as the only sound heard was the humming of the lights and drips of water hitting the floor. He slowly stood up, pulling on one of the shower heads as it bent. “Ughh fuck.” He moaned, feeling like he was overcome with an intense hangover. Jake looked forward as everything seemed like a hazy fog, rubbing his eyes in hopes for a little more clarity. He started to take a few steps when felt a cramp in his right thigh; he reached down to rub it when he felt it on his left side. “Ah shit, this i…aAAGHHH!” He screamed out as both legs suddenly went into a violent spasm; gripping both of them as he could feel them push into his hands. His teeth grinded together feeling his legs swell and even his ass as his skin pulled painfully tight. “OHHH SHIIIT!!” Jake heard cracking and popping coming from deep in his leg joints; his toes and fingers thickened and inched out, snapping with each centimeter they grew. Every muscle in his quads was exploding out from each other, getting denser and longer while his already full hamstrings filled out even more. “CRACK!” Jake squealed as his left calf fanned out, causing the calcaneous bone to whip into a bigger socket as it too enlarged; his right calf soon followed suit. It started to feel like his rolling glutes were getting so big so fast that it was pushing his body forward, but it was soon countered with a thickening mid-section as his abs, staying as hard as granite, bulged and swelled. “NahhGHH!!!” Jake punched the wall with agonizing pain leaving a large broken hole and white powdery mortar on his hand. His back musculature flared out, pulling his ribs with them, it was getting large enough to project movies off of. Jake’s neck started to roll around his head while on the other side his already thick and meaty chest was growing so fast it looked like a couple of water balloons being filled from a faucet. He couldn’t imagine it going on for much longer, but he felt his jaw start to pop and click as it widened and lengthening, “OHHH!!” Jake moaned in an even deeper, thicker tone as his neck swelled and bugled with every vein visible. He tried to hold his face to brace the pain, but his arms weren’t immune to the growth as his biceps blew up bigger than giant watermelons, pulling down from his mountainous delts. He felt his jaw widen even more as he sensed something start to fill his mouth. It grew more and more until suddenly Jake gagged, throwing his mouth open as a huge, long, wet tongue slithered out. Jake’s eyes widened at the sight down his nose as it headed even further down, over the tremendous cliff of his pecs, through the valley’s of his abs, and then finally to his long, massive cock. He couldn’t fucking believe it, he was licking his own shaft, and it felt amazing. He was receiving more sensory input that he could with dozens of hands. The long and thick tongue slide up and down the monster appendage as it too grew with his body, not to mention his beanbag balls. Jake worked his tongue over the entire surface as he felt himself up with his even bigger hands, squeezing his pecs and running his fingers in the ridges of his ripped abs. His hands slide their way back to his magnificent ass, gripping and pressing on the meaty cheek bags, and giving one a hard slap. As he ran the other hand over to give his balls a good feel, he felt something else, something long, hard, and smooth…it was another cock, growing just outside of his main manmeat. Although it was probably a good 10 inches, it was nothing compared to the near 3ft he had in the center. He smiled as he stroked his new shaft, feeling it harden and drip pre, but as he brought back his other hand he found yet another. Feeling it dangle on the other side he started to stroke the other in unison. His tongue came back up and started to lick all over his pecs, twisting around and slipping over his tender nipples. “Mmmmm.” He moaned in delighted satisfaction. More pre oozed out and was sticking to his hands. But it just wasn’t enough, Jake’s tongue leeched down just under his balls by his man taint and began licking his own ass over. His huge drooling tongue lunged up his asshole, rimming himself deeply and passionately as he double jerked. The energy and power started to rush and surge through him as he tensed yet again, feeling his large toes dig into the ceramic floor as he cracked it, groaning deeply with an orgasm about to burst through his body as he howled to himself, knowing he was a true musclegod, “FUUCCKKKKKK!!!!” Three huge jets of cum exploded out of his cocks, spraying everything down with so much pressure tiles broke with the backsplash hosing down Jake himself. With a heavy sigh he let go the two dicks on his sides as they slapped back down into his meaty thighs. Jizz dripped from every inch of his even more massive body as he glided his fingers back through his hair with thick squish sound. His huge tongue rolled out and started to lick himself clean. To be continued...

CHAPTER 16 “Do you want to go home?” Jess asked. “Yeah, I need to lay down”, I replied. We both slowly got up, stretched to our full heights, then he ducked and I crawled through the front doors to the street. We adjusted ourselves and stretched again, then began to walk. Up ahead there was commotion. People were running towards the big intersection that was lined with other bars and restaurants. I could not see that well from the trees blocking, Jess was hunkering down to see below the street trees. Then we came out into the clear. Coming slowing towards us were the three 25-foot-tall bodybuilder monstrosities. The walked very slowly down the middle of the street. Cars were avoiding them; people were running to stay up with them. They had reflective sunglasses on and looked straight out to space and avoided stepping on anything. Each step was calculated and slow. Below them and in front of them was Willis. He was leading a monstrous dirigible parade of muscle down the street. They wore posers, tight and shiny, and their gargantuan cocks were held separate from their balls in the fabric. Each slow-motion step caused waves of ballooned off-season muscle to ripple and flex as they continued. They wore very loose stringer muscle tops that hung off the pecs that could block out the sun. Their heads did not move, the chins locked in place between pecs and traps that ate the sides of their heads. I stood there with my jaw on the ground. Jess was also speechless. We met Willis and his monstrosities in the intersection. “Well, sorry for your loss Linus.” Willis stared up at me and said with a creepy fucked up grin. “You are insane.” I replied. “You are parading these things around and this is not going to end well Willis.” “Not end well. That’s so funny. Martin is dead, I have his company now, and I am test driving the new models of human out in public. How is that not going to end well? Oh wait, Martin came to see you after he saw me. He told me about his huge confession. The thing I like about you Linus, and why you will be with me soon, is your gullibility. Martin likes to act. Well, he gave you a performance. I did not foresee the water dose thing, but he confessed. Then he sucked me off. Then climbed aboard these guys before going to his Island.” I just got down on one knee, the beasts were standing there, looking around while people just milled around then touching their massive tree trunk calves. I stared at Willis in shock. “I know this is a lot to take in Linus. But the basics are Martin just buys time by lying and acting. He screwed me on the water bottle dose, but he always remained true to me, his favorite. He makes up stuff as he goes. Like these guys dying in three months. A lie. The confession of how he does not have a drug that makes these guys that works. A lie. Now that I own Van Semec, the world will change. You and your tiny friend here, Jess will be one of us. But you Linus, will still be a god, bigger than all of us, and will belong to me. Jess just backed up. He could not say a word. Willis just smiled. His beasts shifted their tonnage, and one straightened out his massive spandex-encased cock. “I will be benevolent in my running the company to make a new human race Linus. I mean these guys have cameras in their sunglasses and tiny ones on their posers at the hips. They can move with ease among the regs without stepping on any. That would be wrong.” He smiled again creepily, then winked. Three police cars came up. They started getting the people away from the three bodybuilders. Jess and I just stared as Willis walked them down the street away from us. He turned and waved when they were on the other side of the intersection. The scale of them taking up the entire street, and as high as some of the buildings on each side seared into my skull. This is a nightmare I thought. Jess piped up after the crowd cleared. “Is all that true Linus? He can make me 25 feet tall?” I looked at Jess, he had that look of wanting in his eyes. “Yes Jess. It’s all true, and soon you will be able to be that big.” I could see the gears moving in Jess’ head. I cut him off. “Jess! Do you want that? It’s nuts! How will you even function? You saw that!” Jess looked at me. “Yes, I do, and I think Davis would want it too.” I just got up from my one knee and looked down on him. “Jess, it’s not about you now, it’s about a world that a freakshow Martin made available to us. Now Willis runs the freakshow. What about us a human race?” “I don’t know about the human race Linus, but I know size means power. I don’t want to be a Harold in a world of 25 footers”. I shook my head. “Jess, I am sorry you feel that way, because this will be the downfall of our planet”. Jess looked back up, “No it won’t. Things change.” We walked in silence back to the loft. I crawled in the lift; Jess followed on the next. Harold and Davis were lying on the couch, Davis flipped off the TV when I came in. “We saw what was going on downtown” Davis said, Harold tucked in his spot between Davis’ legs shook his head in agreement. Jess flopped down, shaking the floor. “Willis can turn us into 25 footers.” Jess blurted out. He began to then tell Davis and Harold the whole fucked up story. Davis stared up at the ceiling. “So, we going to do this Jess, because if you are on board, I am too. 25 feet tall would be cool.” Harold and I looked at each other. Harold spoke up. “What about me? Do I get a say in this? I mean you will be doubling your height! Where will we live? How will I feed you? What will become of us?” Davis looked down and easily grabbed Harold from between his legs and pulled him up to his chest. “There will be more of me to love!” Harold crawled off Davis’ broad chest. “So basically, you will crush me by mistake one night or sit on me and kill me possibly just because there is more of YOU to love? He was standing now. “You need to find out what is important to you. Maybe having a dick over four feet long and watermelon balls is more important to you than me. I’m going downstairs. You know where I am.” Harold stormed off to the lift then went to his place. “That went well”, Jess said. “He does not know how cool it is to be a giant Jess. He can’t imagine it” Davis replied. “But I CAN.” I said looking at them both. “You better thing long and hard about being 25 fucking feet tall. It’s no picnic being 17 something. Also, you will LOOK like those guys. So massive you will be a farm animal under constant care of feeding, cleaning, and basically doing everything!” Jess looked at Davis. “That’s HOT!” Jess replied, and Davis shook his head in agreement. I put my head in my hands. The elevator came to my loft floor with a tone. I hit the remote to open the door. Jess and Davis started talking about being that big, I stared at the door and out came a reg in a suit. “Linus Van Ravensway?” He asked as he got up to my big chair, he was eying me up and down, he probably never saw me in person, he acted intimidated by my bulk. “That’s me” I said. “And you are?” I am Martin Van Semec’s attorney. I am here to discuss Mr. Van Semec’s will with you. Jess and Davis stopped talking immediately.

Wow, yes more muscle than dad

Haha! Thanks, mate. I think I would have a LOT of fun with my Instagram posts if I were a bodybuilder! Awww! Thank you, matie! Woody has honestly been one of the most fun characters I've ever written! I was a little unsure of whether people would actually take to him, especially given some of his behaviour towards the beginning of the story. I think all in all Woody is pretty likeable but the idea of writing really flawed characters and, I guess, sort of anti-heroes has become really appealing to me. That could be a bit of a hint of the direction I go in for my next story!

Awww! Thank you, mate! I'm really touched by those words (I almost don't know what to say - haha)! Well I won't argue the point anymore (hehe) but I'm still continuously learning (and hopefully improving) myself and, like all writers, a lot of that comes from reading. The editing side of things is a bit of a weak spot for me. I know my stuff could be tighter and I'm sure a professional editor would have a field day with this story. Hopefully I'm getting a little bit better at that too though. And hell YES I'm grateful for the comments! I think anyone writing and sharing a story like this online does it with a bit of blind faith. There's just no guarantee that people will like it or comment on it so I think it's always best to not have too many expectations in terms of feedback and just let whatever happens happen! I saw a quote not long ago though which is perhaps a little cheesy, something like "if you put love into your writing/story it will find friends" (told you it was cheesy ) and I think there's some truth in that!

It really is excellent @muscleaddict - not just the storyline so far but yes, as others have noted, the characterisation especially of Woody is brilliant.

I absolutely adore this hashtag, and I love this story it's always so cute and hot!

That was fucking hot

Okay, I'm now completely throwing out the next chapter and replacing it with THIS! (Kidding - but actually very tempted!) Love it, mate! Now when are we going to see the first Brawnygods penned story on here?

The sun hung high in the midday sky baking the land with its unyielding rays. The heat causing all those who lived in the cities and suburbs to take shelter inside their air-conditioned homes or office buildings. When someone, human or fur, ventured out under the cruel sun's rays they stuck as close as possible to the shadows of the buildings to try and keep as cool as possible. The heatwave had gone unbroken for the past week and there seemed to be no signs of relief on the horizon. All in all, everyone was miserable and longing for a break from the intense heat. Everyone that is except one. Almost fifty miles away one creature was enjoying the heat for all he was worth. His smooth darkly tanned skin soaked up the rays like a man dying of thirst. The sheen of sweat that coated him reflected the light slightly making him almost shine like a beacon. Every inch of his body rock hard and packed with muscle that bulged and bounced with every movement he made. If any had been around to see him they would no doubt be left in pure awe at his sheer size and bulky stature. Though his muscles wouldn't be the only aspect of his physical form that would leave them unable to believe what their eyes were seeing. Standing at an incredible fifty feet high Riley was one of the few human macros around and of them one of only a handful that took an active role in shaping his impressive body. Whereas other giants were more than happy to let their height be the only impressive thing about them. Riley took extra pleasure in keeping up a constant workout routine in order to make his massive body as bulging with muscle as possible. This was achieved by many different ways, primary of which was his pension for carrying increasingly massive boulders and when in a city bench pressing a building or two. But his favorite part of bulking up was the source of his protein. As the giant human grunted hard lifting the massive chunk of rock above his head for the hundredth time, he tossed the rock with a mighty grunt sending it crashing down on top of an old abandoned farmhouse. The structure didn't even get the chance to explode in a cloud of rubble, the entire building was instantly and completely flattened by the sheer size of the rock dropped on top of it. Letting out a loud moan of pleasure as his muscles screamed their relief at finally having dropped the weight, Riley began his post-workout stretching to ease his cramped and tired muscles. His body covered from head to toe with sweat that dropped from him and fell on the ground like a musky rank rain. The giant's callous hands ran over his body, basking in the feel of his own mighty form. Each muscle harder than steel and bulging in a way that would make any bodybuilder envious. Few things in life gave Riley more pleasure than worshiping his own body, a fact made clear by his massive cock swelling and growing harder the more he rubbed and touched himself. In no time at all the tanned member stood proud and fully erect. Thicker than a truck and longer than a plane the massive head covered by a thick foreskin pulled back just enough to show the pre dampened opening. His sack hung low in the high heat, each ball the size of a house and storing several hundred gallons worth of hot potent seed. Wrapping one of his rough hands around the shaft Riley gave his pride and joy a few slow firm strokes watching mesmerized as the muscles of his arm bunched up then relaxed with the action. As his breathing grew deeper and more intense Riley had to force himself to stop stroking his shaft. Despite his desperate need to cum and flood the land around him in his seed he knew that it wouldn't be fully satisfying. There was a very important element missing if he was going to fully enjoy himself and get the relief he wanted. After a few more stretches and a few times of slapping his cock against the palm of his hand just to get him extra horned up, the macro human began to stomp his away from his impromptu workout area and towards the city on the distant horizon. Each step he took covering several miles and sending small tremors through the ground. Riley paid no attention to where he out his feet or what was in his way. Though he did pay enough attention to knock over any of the large metal towers the puny insects used to communicate with one another. An unnecessary act but with that lose the bugs would panic more and that was just extra fun for him. Even at his incredible size, it took Riley almost twenty minutes to approach the city, to his interest he couldn't hear the screams of terror or fear that usually signaled his arrival. As he got closer he couldn't even see swarms of frightened tinies scrambling in the streets to get away. Riley pondered this for a moment wondering why he wasn't being met with the usual fanfare that signaled his arrival at a city. It wasn't until a bright beam of sunlight reflected off a building's windows and directly into his eyes that he realized the reason. Despite him enjoying the heat and it has a much-lessened effect on him at his size he was still mildly hot. If that was the case then the smaller folk would definitely be feeling the heat and trying to stay inside and avoid it at all costs. A grin spread over Riley's face, that was okay he knew exactly how to get the bugs out of their hiding spots and he would take great pleasure in the act. With deliberate steps, the giant began to stomp his way closer to the city. The now increased vibrations caused the small cars and trucks to jump and rock encouraging their alarms to begin wailing. Riley knew that would partly get some attention but if he really wanted a swarm of the pathetic creatures to come swarming out into the streets he would need a bit more. Once he was close to one of the buildings, brick and stone structure that came up to Riley's knee, the giant pulled his foot back and with great force kicked it hard enough to shatter it to bits. Debre flew in all directions as the building exploded with the force of a bomb blast. Rubble pelted the street and hit against other buildings, mixed in with the wood and stone was a few bodies. Or rather chunks of them, the force of the kick along with the shrapnel had shredded any living creature to bits. Riley's cock gave a heavy throb and a thick drop of pre-gathered at the opening of his cock. Only the tip of his foreskin kept the pearl from falling to the ground below. Now the screams began, they were few and faint at first but soon they grew into a fever pitch that was like music to Riley's ears. Finding another building about the same size as the first the giant placed one of his feet on the roof and began to slowly increase the pressure. Loud cracking filled the air as the roof slowly began to cave in, his sensitive ears could pick up the panicked screams coming from inside the building. Just before his foot came down all the way and flattened the building a small crowd of tiny weaklings came flooding out of the front. Chuckling as several of them stopped to gape up at him Riley lifted one of his arms up and flexed making his already bulging muscles stand out even more. A thick vein running over the boulder of his bicep pulsed and throbbed in time with his hard and now fully leaking cock. The thick string of pre that fell from his cock head landed on the street and the splatter of it caused several of the bugs to fall over and get trapped like a bee in honey. Now that the ground had a steady swarm of the little fuckers Riley knew he could have his real fun. Lifting his foot again he swung it over the densest portion of the crowd. Wiggling his toes for a moment Riley brought his foot down carefully until he could feel the crowd wiggling and struggling under his sole. Carefully he began to increase the pressure more and more. It took less than a second for him to feel bones beginning to break and the resulting crunch as a few were flattened under his heel sent a shiver of pure lustful pleasure through his mighty body. Finally, when he pressed his foot flat over the squirming bodies they popped with a wet squish. A flow of thick sticky blood pushed its way up between his toes and around the outside of his foot. Twisting his foot Riley really ground the bugs into the crumbling street. The act causing the others to increase their screaming and their pathetic scrambling. This was the part he loved most and he took several long minutes to bask in his pleasure. Bending down the giant mass of muscle scooped up a dozen of the tiny fuckers in one hand. They screamed and tried to jump free but Riley kept them all cupped in his palm. Bringing the handful up to his hard cock he gripped his shaft and gasped having to grab hold of a taller building to help support him as the wiggling and thrashing sensation against his cock rushed through him. Carefully at first, he began to stroke up and down his length, the mass in his hand adding an extra layer of pleasure to his masturbation. Soon though he grew too eager and gripped his cock harder popping each of the wiggling bodies like grapes. A thick layer of blood and gore coated his shaft and rained down onto those left running around his feet. The loud squishing that came from him jerking off with the blood quickly faded as the blood began to thin and dry out. Riley didn't mind, it just meant he wouldn't blow his load too soon. As he moved further and deeper into the city Riley continues to smash buildings and insuring a never-ending stream of little bugs were constantly swarming around his feet. Each step he took signaled the end of another dozen or so lives. From time to time the giant would scoop up another handful of them and grind them against his hard cock though he soon had to stop since more than once he grew too close to climax and ended up flooding a whole street with his pre that shot out of his cock like missiles. Those that got caught up in the thick goo were either quickly drowned or slowly died from the heat of the bodily fluid. One of Riley's favorite things to do with the bugs, however, was to slowly crush them between his massive bulging muscles. Bending down the giant human picked up two or three at a time and carefully places them in the crease of his elbow between his massive bicep and thick and knotted forearm. He then very slowly flexed his arm until he felt them beginning to break then he would stop. After a small pause, he would begin to flex once again until he heard the crunch and snap of bones. He'd then stop again and listen to their pathetic cries and watch as they flopped about with blood oozing from their mouth, eyes, and ears. Then in one quick motion, he would flex fully splattering their meat soup bodies and rubbing the gore over his muscles. After doing the with both arms he would repeat the process with his massive pecs. Stuffing a dozen into the gap between each muscle of his chest and slowly crushing them into a paste that would run down and over his washboard abs. Within a half-hour of his rampage starting a good portion of Riley's body was coated in wet and drying blood. Placing his hands on his chest the massive male squeezed his pecs several times before running his large rough hands over his body smearing the blood all over himself. Small shivers of pleasure shook his body as he basked in the sensation of the blood coating and cooling on his hot skin. Bits of meat hanging from different places on his body. Entrails and other bloody organs catching in the cracks and crevasses of his muscles hanging like grotesque decorations. Once his initial fun subsided the macro would then begin to partake of his favorite source of protein. Scooping up handfuls of the little bugs Riley held them up above his gaping mouth and let them all free fall into his mouth. Most would land directly on his tongue, but some would miss and bounced off his face, shoulders, and chest only to tumble the fifty feet down to splat wetly on the ground. Once his mouth was full Riley would close his jaws and begin to noisily chew his meal. Blood oozing from the corners of his lips and soaking his stubble rough cheeks and chin. A mighty gulp would send the mess down his gulley and into his stomach where the acids would instantly begin to dissolve any who might have been able to avoid his tombstone like teeth. On some mouthfuls, though the giant wouldn't chew, the feeling of a massive ball of melting bodies wiggling and thrashing around in his gut was such an intense and erotic feeling he couldn't avoid swallowing a few mouthfuls down whole. On those times he would stop his rampage and have to grip the base of his shaft squeezing it hard until the thrashing in his stomach stopped. After a few handfuls the streets had nearly emptied the residents either having been swallowed down or trampled on. Licking his bloody lips Riley didn't worry. He knew the city was far from empty. Approaching one of the buildings he peeked inside and saw to his delight crowds of the little fuckers huddled inside cowering in fear. Standing up straight Riley pressed his messy and bloody cock head against the building and with a hard shove pushed his cock through the glass, wood, and concrete. He shoved in until he was balls deep and his massive sac was pressed up against the outside wall of the building. Grabbing hold of the structure Riley began to rock and thrust his hips grinding his cock in and out of the building. As his pleasure grew the greater his thrusting became. For a time he lost himself to the sensation and it wasn't until the building began to crumble and collapse that he stopped his thrusting and watched the building fall. None of those who had been inside the building had survived the collapse and Riley could see their twisted and mangled bodies half-buried in the rubble. Chuckling deeply to himself Riley slapped his rock hard cock several times knocking the rubble off his shaft. The concussion from the slaps causing the windows in the buildings near him to shatter or fracture. The act made him think of a wolf he used to know who could shatter windows and sometimes cause the little fuckers heads to pop just from the sound of his howl alone. His musing was interrupted by a sudden explosion and a slight sting in the middle of his back. Turning around annoyed Riley saw a series of tanks lining up in the street behind him. Rows and rows of soldiers flanked each tank, their green pattern uniforms making them look even more like bugs. Riley turned to face a small force clearly trying to protect the city. His gore coated body gleaming in the hot sun and he spread his arms wide giving the troops a clear target to shoot at. There was a small pause before the tanks began to fire and the soldiers dropped to their knees and started to fire their tiny guns. Riley just stood there with his arms spread wide. The majority of the tanks blasts his large chest and popped in small clouds of dust and debris. Riley couldn't help but laugh as the whole thing felt more like mosquito bites rather than an actual attack. After almost five minutes the explosions and gunfire halted. Making a big show of it Riley brushed his hands over his chest and abs knocking away the rockets and bullets that had gotten stuck in his thick skin. His cock was as hard as ever, if not more so. Looking down at the group of soldiers he could see the shiver of fear rush through them like wind through a cornfield. Moving forward the giant grabbed one of the tanks in both hands and crushed it into a ball as easily as a can. Once that was done, he dropped the ball on top of another thank causing it's wheels to blow out and a thick cloud of black smoke to billow up from it. The soldiers yelled and screamed as they started trying to run away. Taking a few short minutes to crush the remaining tanks under his foot he then turned his attention to the fleeing soldiers. It took Riley only a few minutes to block off their escape routes and to corral them all into one densely packed crowd. He used the rubble from the buildings and thanks to creating a small enclosed pin for the soldiers who stood cowering in his shadow. With a wicked grin on his face, Riley crouched over them, his massive cock and low hanging balls dangling over their heads. Adjusting his position the giant lowered himself down until his cock was submerged in the middle of the huddled crowd. Without pause, he began to grind and hump into the crowd. The screams of fear quickly turned into ones of pain as the collection of tiny humans and furs were crushed and ground into a bloody meaty soup from the giant's cock and balls alone. His pre-mixing with the gore causing the mess to be slippery and slicker than before. The street under his cock cracked and shattered as he put more force behind his thrusting and it took every ounce of Riley's self-control to keep from blowing his load. For a time he laid there panting heavily as his excitement slowly faded down to a more reasonable level. Pushing himself up he took in a deep breath enjoying the smell that came with his deviating rampage. Looking down at what was left of the soldiers Riley laughed seeing a massive indent vaguely in the shape of his large cock and balls. Streaks of blood and meat coated the broken and crumbled street. With the exception of a random body part here and there, there was hardly anything recognizable of the soldiers. The blood and pre began to pool into the deep divot he had made in the street and the sight amused him greatly. Once his composure was back in place Riley stood and went back to what he had been doing before the sad excuse for an armed force showed up. More buildings fell to his rampage and once again the streets were filled with the tiny bugs. As he watched the crowds flee an idea came to the macro, one he enjoyed very much. Moving closer to the center of the city Riley found a good and mostly clear area. The buildings that were there easily flattened out under his feet or found themselves ripped up by the foundation and hurled dozens of yards away crashing into other buildings. Moving to the center of the area Riley lifted one of his large feet and brought it down with all his might onto the concrete of the street. The material crumbled easily and shattered into bits. Again and again, he stomped the area creating a massive crater several feet deep. Dropping to his knees Riley began to scoop out the loose dirt and clutter creating a large hole in the ground. The act was slightly difficult due to his massive cock constantly getting in the way as it hung straight out from his blood-soaked crotch. Even so, he still managed to dig out a deep enough depression for what he has in mind. Smirking he stood back up and began scooping up handfuls of the little bugs and dumping them into the pit. The first few handfuls fell to their deaths since he didn't bother being gentle when putting them in the pit. The third and fourth though survived but he was sure they had several broken bones from the height of the fall. Beyond that, though the rest of the handfuls Riley dropped in seemed to land without much trouble judging by the way they got back up and tried to scramble up the walls of the pit. Thankfully the dirt was now too loose and shifting that every time they tried they'd fall back down. When the pit was half full of wiggling crying bodies Riley decided that it was good enough for his idea. Next came a slightly harder task. Looking around the giant spotted a few of the extra-long busses the bugs liked to use to get around. Picking them up Riley peeked inside but to his annoyance each one was empty. Bus after bus he picked up and looked at was completely deserted of passengers a fact that greatly angered the macro human. It wasn't until he happened to turn at the right moment and saw one of the busses quickly driving away that he struck gold. Despite the speed, the bus had been traveling at it only took a moment for Riley to stomp over and pick it up in one hand. Lifting it up to his eyes he looked inside and saw to his delight it was positively packed full of the little fuckers. A mixture of smooth-skinned humans and furs all huddled together in fear. They screamed in terror as he smiled at them, his bloody lips and teeth cracked in gore taking up their whole window view. Carrying the bus back to where the crater was Riley sank down to his knees, his legs spread wide around the outer lip of the hole and his hard leaking cock and balls dangling over the mangled ball of bodies. Adjusting his grip on the bus so it was standing straight up, Riley chuckled as the action caused a series of panicked screams to erupt from the inside. Working his tongue around the inside of his mouth for a few minutes the giant raised the front of the bus up to his lips and very carefully let a thick glob of his drool fall from his mouth and onto the windshield. It was tinted slightly red thanks to the blood that still coated his tongue. Using his free hand Riley smeared the spit over the front and sides of the bus costing it liberally in the slime. Once satisfied he reached behind himself and used his spit-soaked fingers to tease and toying with his pale puckered hole. Groaning loudly as his thick rough fingers sank a few inches into his ass Riley bit his lips and shivered. A thick stream of pre leaking from his cock and landing directly on top of the pile of bodies in the pit. Once he felt loose enough Riley placed the front of the spit-lubed bus at the opening of his ass. Relaxing as much as he could and pushing out so his ass hole opened wide Riley began to slowly push the bus full of little fuckers inside him. The screams grew to a fever pitch as the front of the bus crunched and bent slightly but thankfully that was all the damage the bus took at the moment. The massive vehicle turned sex toy sank inch after inch deep inside Riley's ass sending shivers of pleasure through him. The crowd trapped inside screamed and scrambled over one another, making the whole thing shake and vibrate in a perfect imitation of a vibrator. Once the bus sank in up to the back wheel Riley began to pull it back out just as slowly as it had sunk in. He only pulled it out a few feet before sinking it back in again. Again and again, he repeated the process pushing the bus in then pulling it out. All the while his free hand ran up and down the length of his thick cock the foreskin pulling back to show off his gleaming cock head. The hole filled up a quarter of the way with his pre and any of those at the bottom who hadn't died from the fall or been crushed by the weight of the other bodies on top quickly drowned in the thick syrup. Finally unable to fight the urge anymore Riley pushed the bus back into his hole until he felt the back wheels. Then using his pointer and middle finger he pushed the last few feet of the bus deep into his musky tight hole. Arching his back as the bus sank in and pressed right on his prostate Riley fell forward bracing himself up so he didn't fall fully onto the ground. The new position forced his cock deep into the mound of struggling screaming bodies. He felt several of them pop blood smearing over his cock head and shaft. Now fully lost in his lust the mountain of a man began to hump and grind his massive cock in and out of the wet pile of bodies. Each thrust causing bones to break or body parts to rip from their sockets. A constant stream of pre continued to fill the pit drowning more and more of the pathetic occupants. Likewise, each thrust or clench forced the bus to wedge itself deeper and deeper into Riley's mighty muscular ass. The constant pulsing and clenching of his internal muscles causing the tube of metal to compress more and more around the screaming bodies inside. The heat in his cock and balls continued to grow hotter and hotter and Riley knew that at any moment he would blow. He tried to hold off for as long as possible, his massive mountain of a body gleamed with fresh sweat as his hips rocked back and forth. Just as he was sure he couldn't hold on any longer, the bus buried deep inside his ass collapsed completely. The crunch of metal and bones followed by the flood of blood and gore from the destroyed bodies was the final button to be pressed. His floodgates opened wide and the tidal wave of hot cum that had been bubbling in his balls for days finally burst forth. It traveled up his shaft and erupted from his cock head in jets as powerful as a rocket to space. The screams from the hole quickly faded away to struggling gurgling cries as the thick hot cum filled the hole quickly. Each throbbing pulse of his cock pushed another dozen gallons of cum up his shaft and into the hole. His climax lasted for minutes though to Riley it felt like days. His whole body shook and shivered as if he had just spent a whole day running at top speed. When he began to come down from his orgasmic high he collapsed to the side. His muscled arms shaking and unable to hold his weight for a time. His still rock hard cock pulled free from the mess of cum and blood. The whole shaft was coated in the mixture along with a few bodies that clung to it due to the sticky mixture. Panting heavily Riley watched his cock continue to spurt and leak his seed down into the hole. A lazy smile spread over his face as he watched the tangle of bodies struggling to swim to the surface. A few made it but the thickness of the load kept them from staying there for long. When they would try to wipe their faces free of the suffocating slime they would instantly begin to sink again. The heat of the load was so intense that many of them had been instantly cooked alive by it. The ones who survived were in so much shock that they didn't seem to register the fact that large bits of their skin and muscle had been melted away. Riley continued to lay there and watch the show, his cock growing softer and softer though never fully deflating. Finally, after roughly ten minutes, all signs of life in the cum filled out were gone. All that remained was a slowly dissolving mass of broken and mutilated bodies sinking to the bottom. The heavy smell of blood, death and hot cum filled the air and Riley couldn't help but breathe deeply of the smell. It soothed and relaxed him to the point his eyelids began to droop lower and lower. Yawning loudly he figured, where he was at the moment was as good a spot as any to rest for the evening. Stretching out, his muscles cried in protest at the movement and he couldn't help but laugh. The rest would give his muscles a chance to recover both from the workout and the post-workout fun. When he woke up he would find a lake or something to wash himself off in. With the sun high in the sky and the heat soaking into his darkly tanned body, Riley began to doze off a content smile on his face. The city around him nothing but an empty ruined ghost town just like so many others he had visited before. — I commissioned this story from a friend named, smounged1989 over on FA, about a month ago and I gotta say this turned out better then expected, don’t know if you guys would like a sequel to this or not? Maybe another bodybuilder/power lifter you have in mind?

Actually this is who I had in mind for Johnny...

Six “I don’t want a pair of posers that are … too adventurous!” Luke tells me as we make our way to the campus store. I can’t help but smirk. He’s seriously overthinking this trunk thing. “So no hot pink posers then?” I tease. I look over at him and he’s got this amused but slightly coy grin on his face. “Just … nothing that’s gonna draw too much attention!” The irony of that comment isn’t lost on me. Most guys at this university are desperate for attention. Me included. And yet Luke, the guy who currently stands out the most due to his smaller size, funky t-shirts and unique choice of attire for Posing Practice 101, is trying not to get noticed. “Okay!” I say, amused. “It’s kinda weird though. A bodybuilder not wanting attention!” He side eyes me and smirks. “I just wanna try and blend in a bit. You know … after the last lesson!” I nod. “Oooh! What if they sell Harry Potter posing trunks?” He shakes his head and rolls his eyes. “You’re never gonna let me live that down are you?” I shrug. “I might! I’m not sure if Deano will though!” “So are you and him mates?” I pull a face. “I wouldn’t go that far!” Luke bites his lip and nods. “Is he always that much of a twat?” I let out a surprised laugh. “Pretty much!” I look at Luke and he’s smiling back at me. And there are those cheek dimples again. Not long after and me and Luke are in the campus store standing in front of it’s big display of posing trunks. They have pretty much every trunk colour you can think of. In every material. It’s fucking magnificent. I’m not gonna lie, sometimes I come to the shop just to stare at all the trunks. Oh yeah. By the way, in case you hadn’t guessed, I have a bit of a thing for posing trunks. I have twenty three pairs. All different colours and all shiny as shit. I just love them. Not only do they look cool as fuck, both off and on, but I also think they’re hot as hell. I’m not even really sure why. Even just standing here next to Luke looking at the beautiful display of trunks, I’m starting to get a fucking hard on. I look over at him. He looks a little embarrassed but I can tell he’s also kind of excited. “There’s so many of them!” he says, clearly overwhelmed. I can’t help but smile. It’s actually kind of cute the way Luke reacts to certain things. I have to admit he’s got this sort of naive, wide eyed charm about him. He takes a deep breath and looks at me with his anguished look. He’s gently biting down on his bottom lip. “Which ones do you reckon I should go for?” “Well ... if you don’t wanna stand out, you can’t really go wrong with royal blue!” Luke nods. “I was actually thinking blue!” “Sorted! You’re pretty tall so I’d probably say go for large. You don’t want them to be too small!” I say, rummaging through a peg of non-shiny, matte blue trunks to find the right size for him. “There you go!” I say to Luke, handing him the trunks. “Perfect!” He looks unsure as he takes the trunks off me and looks at them. A little disappointed even. “Hmmm!” I playfully roll my eyes, but I’m smiling too. “What?!” Luke shrugs, looking back at the display. “It’s just … I kind of like the really shiny ones!” he says. His cheeks suddenly look a little flushed and he’s giving me this sheepish but slightly mischievous grin. And I can’t stop myself from smiling back at him. “Go shiny then!” I say. I actually kind of love that he wants the shiny ones. “They’re the only kind I’d wear!” He looks up at the shiny trunks again and his grin gets less sheepish and more excited. Now he’s biting down his lip again. “Fuck it! I’m gonna get the shiny ones!” “Good lad!” I say, nodding. Luke puts the matte trunks back on their rightful peg and pulls down a pair of shiny blue ones instead. Then he looks at me and pulls a playful “eeek” face. Something happens to me when I see Luke holding those shiny blue posers. His chunky little arms around the white material of his geeky but cool Marvel t-shirt. It’s like a little pinch in my chest. Maybe it’s just the image of another not completely unattractive guy clutching a pair of super shiny (and admittedly fucking hot!) pair of trunks with an excited look on his face. “Now, Luke. Are you sure you don’t wanna go for the hot pink ones?” I tease, with a smirk and rise of an eyebrow. Luke rolls his eyes and smirks. Then he actually looks up at the peg of pink posers and I swear he’s got this little twinkle in his eye. Like he actually really likes them. I’ve always found it funny how many bodybuilders actually seem to like pink posing trunks. “But what would Deano say?” he asks, with his eyebrows raised. I pull a face. “Ugh. Who cares about him?” (Answer: @reeddune and @brawnygods ) I can tell Luke’s really excited about buying his first pair of posing trunks. It’s written all over his face. The guy behind the counter is an absolute beast in a black vest with a thick chest and huge, bulging biceps. I’m guessing he’s a third year. He asks Luke if has an NUS card, to which he shakes his head. “That’s thirty two quid then, mate!” “Woah! You don’t have an NUS card?” I ask Luke. He shakes his head and says no. “You get twenty percent off if you have one. Here … use mine!” I say, rummaging in my wallet and giving it to the monster behind the counter. In two years time, I’ll be that size. Fuck it, I’ll probably be bigger. The guy shakes his head. “Can’t do that. It has to be his card!” signalling to Luke. I give him a pointed look. “Come on, mate!” He sighs. “Fine! Whatever!” he says defeated. And now Luke’s giving me a suspicious look. Like he’s wondering why I’m being so nice to him all of a sudden. Fuck. I play dumb, shoot him a confused look and shrug. “Thanks for that!” he says to me as we walk out of the shop and make our way back to the dorm room, Luke clutching a little blue bag with the initials “MU” written on them. I shrug. “No biggie! That’s shop’s a rip off!” He nods. “I don’t just mean the discount. I mean … you know!” he says, holding up his bag. I don’t say anything, but this warm feeling rises up in my chest. “Have you got many posers?” he asks me. Oh my God. The question takes me by complete surprise. I want to smile but I manage to suppress it. Have I got many posers? Too fucking right, Lukey boy. “Ummm … about ten pairs, I think?” I reply, my stomach twinging with excitement at the prospect of Luke’s reaction. He looks at me wide eyed. “Wow! That’s … a lot of trunks!” And now I’m smiling too much to cover it up. If only Luke knew that I actually have more than double that number of trunks. “I … like having a few to choose from!” I tell him, keeping my tone casual. He furrows his eyebrows at me slightly, but he’s smiling too. I feel a sudden pang of nerves. And now my cheeks are starting to feel a little flushed. I tell myself I’m being stupid. I mean, there’s no way Luke could know the reason that I have so many pairs of posing trunks is because I find they hot as fucking fuck (to wear, to pose in and to see on other muscle lads). Luke’s pretty quiet for the rest of the walk back to the dorm room. I feel like there’s something ticking over in his mind. My suspicions are proven right when we’re back in our dorm room. “So … what’s the catch?” he asks me in a slightly wary tone. Oh shit. He’s just standing there by his bed with his arms folded across his chest giving me a suspicious look. My eyes veer to his little bulging biceps. I know exactly what Luke’s referring to but I plead ignorant. “What?!” I ask him defensively. “Well I’m not being funny, but you’ve basically been a dick to me ever since I got here. And now … you’re taking me shopping for posing trunks?” I act casually and shrug. “I’m … in a good mood today. Plus I’m bored!” Luke continues to glare at me with his eyes narrowed. “I’ll probably go back to being a dick to you tomorrow!” “Great!” he says sarcastically while rolling his eyes. I breathe a deep sigh. “Look - it’s not YOU okay? It’s … THIS!” I say waving my arms. Luke actually looks over his shoulder and glances around the room. Which makes me laugh. It’s such a fucking ditzy thing to do but it’s also kind of cute. “Sharing a room!” I tell him, failing to giggle at what just happened. “Oh!” he says. “I mean, you can’t tell me you wouldn’t rather have your own?” He shrugs and pulls a face. “Well ... yeah!” “This has got to be the only university in the UK that has shared fucking dorm rooms!” “Mmmm. I guess it is a bit weird!” Luke says, nodding. “I mean, my last roommate, Craig. Jesus. He annoyed the hell out of me. And then I had this room to myself for months. And … well, they didn’t even tell me I was getting a new roommate!” Luke’s nodding at me. It seems like he understands where I’m coming from. “Okay. I get all that!” he says. “It’s just … none of that’s really my fault is it?” Hmmm. Luke does kind of have a point. “Suppose not!” I say, shrugging. And now I feel kinda bad for being such a dick to him these past few days. “And it could be worse!” he says to me, with one eyebrow raised. I just look at him confused. “Well you could be sharing with Deano!” I laugh. That is exactly what Johnny Hoxton said to me earlier today. “A very fair point!” I say, smiling. Luke’s expression relaxes and he smiles back at me. I guess as roommates go, he’s not that bad really. He’s harmless at least. I look at the little blue bag sitting on his bed. “Come on then!” I say, feeling mischievous. Luke shoots me a confused look. “What?!” I signal to the bag. “Let’s see what you look like in these trunks!” I say, feeling a surprising flutter of excitement at the prospect. He looks nervous, but then his expression relaxes. Now he’s just rolling his eyes and shaking his head at me. He obviously doesn’t think I’m being serious. “Come on!” I order. “I’m gonna see you wearing them on Monday anyway!” “What, so you can make another joke about how physique competitors don’t normally wear posers?” Luke says. “Well, that or a joke about them being better than the Harry Potter boxers!” I reply with a smirk. Luke’s grinning too. He still seems a little nervous and unsure, but I can tell he’s tempted. “Just put them on, for fuck’s sake!” I cry. Luke sighs. “Okay!” Fuck! My chest expands. “Turn around then!” he orders. “Luke! We share a room. I’m pretty sure I’m gonna see you naked sooner or later!” “I’m not doing it ‘till you turn around!” I groan and swivel round on my bed so I’m facing the wall. “You’re wearing Harry Potter boxers again aren’t you?” I ask, still not looking. “NO!” “Batman boxers?” I tease. Luke doesn’t respond. He’s probably rolling his eyes as he’s stripping off. “Okay!” he says. There’s a hint of nerves in his voice. “You can turn around!” I do as he orders and holy SHINY trunks. Fuck. What an image! Luke standing, a little awkwardly, in the middle of the room. His little abs carved into his tummy. His defined chest on display. His little legs with surprising thickness and even a little bit of definition in them. And those posers. Jesus fucking CHRIST. So blue. So shiny. And so, so fucking hot. I nod, biting my lip to try and cover up my smile. “Those are … pretty fucking awesome!” I tell him. Which is a severe fucking understatement. My stomach actually twists a little as I say those words. No one knows about my love for shiny posers. Not even Emily. He looks down and pulls a cute, little “eeek” face. Then his mouth turns into this sheepish but pleased little grin. Dimples and all. “I feel like people might need sunglasses to look directly at them!” he jokes. I howl. Fuck, I love that comment! That’s the second time Luke’s really made me laugh today (the first being the cheese grater serratus comment). And he’s grinning back at me as I laugh. And then my eyes go back to those trunks. Jesus. I can’t believe how shiny they are. Premium fucking posing trunks. There’s something else too. I can’t help but notice that Luke is fucking packing. I mean his bulge is just right there. And oh great. Now I’m getting a bloody hard on. Which feels … a bit weird. Though to be fair, me getting hard at the sight of a lad wearing a pair of shiny posers is hardly an unusual thing. Even if that lad is Luke. “Those bad boys are pretty fucking shiny!” I say, nodding in agreement. “They’re not too small at the back are they?” Luke asks. He spins around and hello GLUTES. Luke’s meaty little arse is spilling out either side of the shiny blue inverted pyramid which makes up the back of his posers. And great, now my hard on’s swelling to full size. I bring my thighs up to my torso and rest my chin on my knees to try and hide what’s going on in my boxers. “Nah!” I tell him, wrapping my arms around my shins. “Shows off your glutes!” I keep my tone casual, but my stomach is doing something weird. Luke takes a few steps back to admire himself in the mirror on his desk and then he cups both of his beefy arse cheeks with his two hands. Then he removes them and actually tenses his glutes. Jesus! He turns his head around to look at me and I feel a sharp pang of nerves as we make eye contact. I don’t know whether my face is giving away anything of what I’m feeling from seeing Luke and his tensing glutes in his brand new shiny posers. I think I’ve managed to cover it up. I’m good at that, after all. Hiding things. Putting on a front. “Right, turn around again!” he orders. I playfully roll my eyes and spin around on my bed to face the wall again. After a few seconds I get this mischievous urge. Should I? Fuck it. I can’t resist. I take a sneaky peek at Luke over my shoulder. He’s got his back to me so he doesn’t see me looking. He’s pulling up his jeans. But before they're hidden from view, I manage to see what boxer shorts he’s wearing. A black pair decorated with little images of the Batman symbol. And now I’m facing the wall again. And I’m smiling. Like fucking crazy. Maybe this being nice to Luke thing isn’t going to be as hard as I first thought?

Five Hands down my favourite teacher at Montgomery University is Johnny Hoxton. Johnny is a bit of a legend in British bodybuilding. He competed in a few big IFBB shows with other famous pros but never really placed that high or got much recognition. But over here in the UK he’s really well known and respected. He’s only five feet, six inches in height but the dude has some serious mass on him. Even more so when he used to compete. Thick all over with insane quads and an arse so big it could feed a small country for a month. He had so much personality on stage too. He always ripped it up when he was posing. He was one of those types of bodybuilders who were always really cocky but were really fucking loveable with it. You could always just tell that Johnny was a big softie underneath that thick mass and his cocky, hyper-masculine attitude. Even though he’s now in his forties, he's still got his boyish looks and cheeky chappie charm. He’s just a bit rougher round the edges. And his hair’s gone a bit silver. It totally works for him though. He’s a mega fucking muscle DILF. But more than that, he’s just a really lovely, down to earth guy. With a massive fucking arse that sticks out a mile in any shorts or trousers he wears. Johnny was the one who interviewed me when I applied for Muscle University. Right from the start I got a really good feeling about him. And I got the impression that he warmed to me too. He also seems to have this habit of knowing when something’s not right with me. During my second week here he pulled me aside and asked, with genuine sincerity, whether I was settling in okay and pointed out the fact that I didn’t seem entirely happy. I couldn’t believe it. Firstly that he’d even noticed and secondly that he cared. Did I tell him that I was struggling with the fact that I was no longer the biggest lad in class? That I was hating the fact that I was no longer the centre of attention? Not exactly, but I did admit that I was struggling to adjust to life here at Muscle University, including having to share a room and my personal space with a complete stranger. And now, as he’s lecturing in my Muscle Food, Diet & Supplements class, his massive arse sticking out of his unfashionable dad jeans, I get the vibe that, once again, he’s noticed that I’m not entirely okay. He’s thrown a few more looks in my direction than usual. I like that Johnny’s observational and cares about me but I’m really not in the mood to get into anything heavy with him right now. The class has ended and I’m heading out of the room when … “Woody!” It’s funny. I didn’t actually want to talk to Johnny but now he’s called me back I think I kind of do. I casually go over to his desk as everyone else files out of the room. “What’s up, sir?” I ask in a carefree manner. He’s got that concerned look on his face. Ugh. “Good weekend?” he asks. I think back to being at Emily’s university. God. It feels so long ago now. “Mmmm. Really good actually!” I say, feeling warm at the memory. “I went down to stay with my friend in Bristol! She’s at uni there.” Johnny nods. “Bristol’s a good uni! I’m guessing your friend doesn’t have to share a room with anyone either?” he asks, with a knowing smile. I roll my eyes and fold my arms across my chest. “And how are you getting on with Luke?” I pull a face and shrug. “Look, I know you struggle with the roommate thing, but Luke’s a good kid!” I scoff. “Sir, he wore Harry Potter boxer shorts to Posing Practice 101!” Johnny’s mouth curls into an amused grin. “I did hear about that! But you know, he’s sensible. And he seems pretty quiet!” I pull a face. “Sounds like a right barrel of laughs!” “Well I don’t think you’ll have any trouble with him. Sounds like a pretty good roommate to me. I mean, would you rather share with him or someone like Deano Watkins?” Oh Jesus. What a fucking thought. “Hmmm. Fair point!” I reply. Johnny lets out a little sigh and leans back in his chair. “Look, it’s not really my place to tell you this, but … Luke’s had a pretty rough year!” There’s a voice in my head that’s saying, “And how is that my fault?” Which makes me feel like a dick. A massive, fucking dick. “Okay …” I say, feeling a little bad and not really knowing how I’m supposed to respond to the information I’ve just been given. “And it means a lot for him to be here. He’s really keen to do well. I know he’s pretty much the smallest guy on campus but Luke really wants to be a bodybuilder, Woody!” I nod along, feeling slightly sympathetic, but wondering why Luke is any different to anyone else. Don’t we all want to do well? Doesn’t every student here want to be a freaky, shredded IFBB pro? Johnny sighs again. “Okay, how about this. I can’t promise you anything but …” Woah. What is this? I feel a shudder of excitement. “... I will try my absolute hardest to make sure you have a single dorm room next year!” What the fuck?! Barely any second years get their own rooms. My chest is fluttering and I’m suddenly smiling. I can’t help it. “But, in return, you’ve got to do something for me!” Oh Jesus. Here it comes. “Help me out with Luke!” For fuck’s sake. “Help out how?” I ask warily. Johnny leans forward and rests his forearms on his desk. “Look, I’m not saying you have to be best friends. Just … help him out. Be like a mentor to him!” Ugh! What am I? A fucking charity worker? “A mentor?” “Mmmm! Help him adjust to life here at Montgomery. Help him fit in with the other lads!” I pull a face. “I’m not even sure I fit in, sir!” I reply honestly. “But the lads respect you! And maybe you could go to the gym with him? Help him out with his training? You know, he probably looks up to you already!” I scoff. “I doubt that!” I say, thinking about the fact that I’ve been nothing but a dick to Luke since he arrived. Of course, I don’t tell Johnny that. “Woody, you’re practically twice his size!” Okay, that makes me smile. “I mean you’re both the same age and you’re so much more advanced with your bodybuilding than he is! You must have had help when you were younger? You didn’t get biceps that big without getting some advice from someone at the gym!” I nod, because it’s true, and I’m also smirking, because Johnny just said I have big biceps. Which I do. Fuck yeah! “And if I do this, help Luke out then … I get my own room next year?” “I will try my absolute best, Woody! It’s not guaranteed though! Look, I know it’s a big ask. Just think of it as ... an after school project.” I nod. “What if he doesn’t want my help?” Johnny shrugs. “Then you try harder. You do know you can be pretty charming when you want, Woody?” I’m tempted to make a joke and ask him if he’s flirting with me. But I’m scared I might give the game away that I’m queer. Which Johnny definitely isn’t. Mrs Hoxton is the only one who gets to manhandle that humongous sized bootie of his. The lucky cow. “Okay!” I say, reluctantly. “I’ll do it!” “Good man!” Johnny says smiling. I’m apprehensive. I have no idea what I’ve just agreed to. I mean, I’d love to have my own room next year. Of course I would. But being nice to Luke? Resisting the urge whenever I think of a witty put down? Being a mentor? Going to the bloody gym with him? Helping him “fit in”? Is that even possible? I mean, the guy stands out. He just does. Amazingly, in this school full of cloned bodybuilders, Luke actually fucking stands out. I make my way out of class, but Johnny calls after me. “Oh and Woody? Maybe you could start with making sure he’s got some posing trunks for his next Posing Practice 101 class?” I nod at Johnny and smirk. And then I head back to my dorm room, wondering whether the campus store sells Harry Potter themed posers. Luke’s sitting on his bed with his head buried in his book again when I get back to the room. Jesus. Does the guy not do anything other than read? He doesn’t look up or say hello. I guess I kind of deserve that. I throw my backpack on my bed and awkwardly stand in the middle of the room, thinking of a good opening line. I sigh. “What ya reading?” I awkwardly ask him. Luke says nothing. He just holds his book out for me to read the title. It looks like some weird, geeky, sci-fi shit. “The Sands of Jupiter! Looks … beauuutiful!” I say sarcastically. And then I remember that I’m supposed to be being nice. Shit. Right, time to turn on the charm. I can do this. I paint on a cheeky smile and bounce down on the end of Luke’s bed. He puts his book down and gives me this stern, annoyed look. Today he’s wearing a white t-shirt with the word Marvel on it along with all sorts of superheroes. It’s actually pretty cool. White suits him. “Hey, roomie!” I say, with a cheeky smile. “Get off my bed!” he says flatly. “Technically it’s the university’s bed!” He rolls his eyes and puts his book back up to cover his face. Jesus. This is gonna be a lot harder than I thought. Propped up by my elbows at the end of Luke’s bed, I stubbornly stay put. His feet are just a few inches away from my stomach. He’s wearing yellow and red stripy socks. I sigh, trying to think of something to say. “Soooo … are all your boxer shorts Harry Potter themed?” He does a little groan behind his book. “Oooh! I bet you’ve got Batman boxers too!” Luke doesn’t respond. “You have haven’t you?” I ask excitedly. I jump up and lean over to get a look at Luke’s expression behind his book. I just catch him smiling before he turns straight faced. I could have sworn I noticed dimples on his cheeks. “Might have!” he says casually with a little shrug. “Ha! I knew it!” I say, grinning and retreating back to the other end of his bed. I look up at the poster of muscle freak Tommy “The Tank” Foster above Luke’s bed. He’s in shredded competition condition and cranking out an abs and thighs in a pair of bright yellow posing trunks. “So … is this your favourite bodybuilder?” I ask Luke. He puts his book down and shoots me this suspicious look, his eyes narrowed. I look at him wide eyed as if to say, what’s your problem and his face relaxes a little. “Pretty much!” he says, nodding. “Really? This guy?!” I ask, looking at the poster again. “Yeah?!” Luke says defensively. “You know he’s, like, one of the top 212 class bodybuilders out there?” I pull a face. “Yeah, but .... it’s 212!” Luke scoffs. “What you think every bodybuilder has to be a mass monster?” I shrug. “Not really. But … I mean compare this guy to someone like Blaine Holton. I mean that guy’s a fucking BEAST!” “Yeah, but he doesn't have the shape and symmetry that Tommy has. I mean look at that conditioning!” he says, leaning forward and looking at the poster. “Razor sharp. Amazing lines. Crazy detail in the quads!” Wow. It’s the first time I’ve seen Luke talk about bodybuilding. He’s surprisingly animated. And now I’m finding myself smiling. “I mean you could probably grate cheese on his serratus!” he adds. What the fuck? I laugh out loud. And Luke’s grinning too. “Grate cheese! I like that!” I say to him. And now it looks like he’s blushing a little. I feel a little flutter of something in my chest. Maybe Luke really does look up to me? God knows why. I bite my lip and look up at Tommy again. “He does have amazing abs!” Luke nods in agreement. “Probably the best abs in bodybuilding!” “Hmmm. Until I become a pro, of course” I jest, wiggling my eyebrows up and down at Luke. He pulls a face and rolls his eyes but there’s a tiny little smirk there too. “Oh come on! My abs are pretty awesome!” “Mmmm. They’re okay!” Luke says, shrugging and pulling an indifferent face. “What?! Okay, who have you seen at Muscle University so far who has better abs than me?” “Ummm …” Luke says with a playful thinking face. And I’m smiling again because I’m actually kind of enjoying this banter we’ve got going on. “Who was that short, loud guy in Posing Practice?” “DEANO?!” I cry. “No fucking way does Deano have better abs than me!” Luke’s mischievously grinning at me. And now I can see his cheek dimples clearly. He’s obviously just messing with me and trying to wind me up. And it’s fucking worked. I narrow my eyes at him and smirk. “So what’s your favourite lesson so far?” “Mmmm. I actually really like all of them!” he says, surprising me. “Even Posing Practice?” I ask with a little smirk. He does a little eye roll then nods. “Yeah! It was pretty cool actually!” he says sincerely. “Even though I was forced to pose in front of the whole class next to this complete and utter TWAT!” I release a loud, shocked laugh. The cheeky bastard. “Don’t tell me. He was all cocky and shit and kept grunting with his poses?” “Ugh! YES!” he scoffs, playing along. “Seems to think he’s something special!” And now I’m actually a little offended. But I don’t show it. I guess he’s touched a bit of a nerve with that comment. “Careful!” I say. He just shrugs and gives me this look like he doesn’t care. “Maybe he had to grab back some of the limelight?” I suggest. “Maybe everyone was too focused on the fact that, ummm … oh yeah, you were wearing HARRY POTTER BOXER SHORTS!” He smirks a little and rolls his eyes. And now he just looks a little embarrassed. “I mean that’s one way of getting attention round here! Turning up to Posing Practice wearing those!” “I … didn’t know you had to wear trunks, okay?” Luke says, a little sheepishly. “I obviously skipped that part of the website!” I can tell he’s embarrassed about it. And annoyed at himself. I feel a little bad for him. “You’ve got some though, right? Trunks?” He shakes his head and looks a little lost. “Well you better hurry up and get some before next week’s class. They sell them at the campus store!” Luke bites his lip. “I know. I do need to get some. I’m just a bit … well, how do I know which ones to get?” I shrug. “Just pick a pair!” He nods but he looks unsure. “What size do you think?” I can tell he’s really nervous about the whole thing. I roll my eyes and groan. Time for me to start being the mentor that’s going to get me my own room. “Come on!” I sigh, leaping off the bed and signalling to the door. “What?” Luke asks with a confused expression. “I’m taking you trunk shopping!”

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.