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  1. UNO Conocí a Tomás durante las vacaciones de verano. Yo acababa de recibirme de profesor de Matemática y como el resto de mis amigos había tenido que ingeniármelas dando clases particulares. Por suerte para mi frágil economía el asunto resultó bastante bien y en poco tiempo, gracias a la ayuda del boca en boca y la suerte de encontrar al "Peor Curso de la Historia de la Humanidad", en poco tiempo me encontré dando clases particulares todos los días. Así que cada día visitaba una casa diferente donde encontraba los mismos chicos y chicas que no entendían nada de nada, que si les hablaba de ecuaciones podían llegar a decir que ellos no querían estudiar química y que si por casualidad se me ocurría preguntar que era lo que no entendían largaban respuestas del estilo: —De mitad de año en adelante nada. Así fue como una tarde particularmente calurosa conocí a Tomás. Su mamá me había contactado por recomendación de la mamá de un amigo de él. Tomás tenía diecisiete años y al parecer las matemáticas no eran su fuerte. Lo que primero me llamó la atención fue el tamaño de la casa. Mi padres no eran pobres, ni mucho menos. Tenían su departamento y su casa de fin de semana en el country, pero yo nunca había visto una casa de semejante tamaño en medio de la ciudad. ¡Ocupaba media cuadra! La madre le pidió a una de las mucamas (tenían mas de una) que me llevara al estudio del fondo y se fue ella misma a buscar a su hijo al segundo piso. Atravesamos la casa y salimos al jardín más grande que vi en mi vida. Tenían una pileta olímpica y una cancha de tenis que solo ocupaba menos de la tercera parte e todo. En pocas palabras: una mansión. La mucama me abrió la puerta del estudio y me pidió si me podía traer algo para tomar. Le pedí una limonada. Lo que sucedió después me resulta medio confuso ya que no estaba preparado. Había dado clases a chicos de esa edad y más grandes también. A mis treinta y cinco ahora me daba cuenta de los chico que había sido a mis veinticinco aunque yo en esa época no me daba cuenta. Quizás por eso no asocié lo que estaba viendo con nada más. Un hombre salió de la cancha de tenis después de hacer frontón durante un rato. Llevaba puesto solo un pantalón debajo del cual asomaban unas piernas enormes, largas y musculosas que se tensaban con cada paso que daba. Se podían ver la forma de los músculos con cada movimiento, así como la casi inexistencia de grasa. Eran unas piernas propias de un hombre... y que hombre. Por sobre el pantalón comenzaban los abdominales más grandes y perfecto que hubiera podido imaginar sobre los que sobresalía un pecho enorme y poderoso que brillaba con cada rayo de luz. Todo ese cuerpo de hombre era coronado por unos hombros del tamaño de melones de los que salían dos brazos más poderosos que había visto. Era un cuerpo que emanaba una fuerza impresionante. Una musculatura que parecía estar empujando por crecer todavía más. Se tiró al agua antes de que pudiera ver su cara. Nadó hasta el extremo cerca de donde yo estaba y solo con la fuerza de sus poderosos hombros se elevó hasta salir. Fue la muestra de lo que un hombre era capaz si se proponía crecer, volverse fuerte y solo eso: seguir creciendo. Se elevó en toda su increíble altura y pude ver el rostro de niño de diecisiete años. Agarró una toalla y se acarició apenas cada parte de su enorme y poderoso cuerpo. Todos sus músculos exhalaban juventud, fuerza y una potencia sexual de la que yo ni siquiera había tenido una pizca. Me tendió la mano. —Vos debés ser Diego. Su mano era enorme y fuerte. Sus dedos eran los dedos de un hombre desarrollado y poderoso. Tomó mi mano entre las suyas y al saludarnos pude ver el imposible bicep de su brazo marcándose con el menor movimiento. Yo estaba tan anonadado que un hombre pudiera ser tan joven y tan musculoso que no pude decir nada más que: —Si. Tomás me sacaba más de una cabeza de altura. Era un hombre joven y poderoso. Lo más parecido a un semental salvaje y brillante. La cercanía con sus músculos enormes brillando cerca de mí me hizo perder el hilo de la historia que me había estado contando. Se puso la toalla sobre el hombro y se fue a buscar una remera. Yo quise ser esa toalla.
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  2. - Chapter 5 - Meet The New Size Day after day, I eagerly await Charles to come home from work. Hoping to see the fruit of my labour, but I wasn't very lucky. His shift was moved around quite often due to the school holidays – the cafe anticipated a higher traffic from the parents, as they bring their children for activities around town. Charles would text me and let me know that he won't be coming back early as he will head to the gym after the daily closing. I would then adjourned to bed, disappointed. Like clockwork, I would do a quick workout in the morning and head to work, being very mindful that I won't wake up my roommate. I'm unsure why myself, but I'm usually surged with abundance of energy through the day, like a persistent buzz in my head. I tend to get hungry very quickly too, but that's probably to sustain the energy level, I suppose. Maybe it's the morning cup of joe for all I care. Who knows? It doesn't bother me as much anyway, or so I want to believe as so. It was not until a good 2 months later when Charles call me up for lunch and invited me over to where he works, that I got to actually see him in person after such a long time. To be really honest, I was thrilled when I saw the text from Charles (totally an understatement). It was like an exclusive invitation to an opening premier and I got the best front seat. Without wasting a single second, I left my office at 12.30pm sharp and took a train to the station near where we stay. The whole journey was filled with my wildest imagination – how would Charles look like now? What would he be wearing? How would he be affected to the series of subliminal messages that I almost forgot that I've played for the past weeks? As I approach the cafe, I peek through the window but couldn't see a familiar face like Charles' working at the counter. Instead, there was a tall, huge man tinkering with the coffee machine, who I thought it was a mechanic from the coffee machine company. I walked over to the counter in search of my missing roommate and catch a familiar burn scar on the man's left hand. And god, I was so, so wrong. "Charles?" My face did nothing to conceal my surprised look when he turned over to look at me. He stood up straight, presumably reaching the mark of 6'2". What caught my eyes immediately was his pecs, stretching the seams of his t-shirt to its seams (I'm obviously a pecs guy). His wide shoulders are distinctive boulders now, connected to a pair of muscly arms that bulge at all the right places. And I haven't even gotten to the vascularity of his musculature, which is clearly in display on his forearms and his bull neck. With the lack of visual information on other parts of his body, my hyperactive imagination pretty much did the rest, with gratitude. Judging from the choice of pants, he's probably wearing a jockstrap and packing a huge asset inside with his now significantly wider stance. This moment probably span across a short 30 seconds, but it felt like forever to me. I'm out of words and out of breath – this is beyond what I think possible. With minimal prep required, he looks like he's ready to compete for the Classics. "Hey, Shawn! Glad you could make it!" he walked out from the counter as he removes his apron. The bulging muscles are restricting his movements, yet he manages to remove it in one swift movement. I'm barely able to move as he gave me a huge hug – at the moment, I thought I was hallucinating, this can't be real. However, I feel his body emanating heat, I can hear his heartbeat and most importantly, I can feel the rippling muscles bulge underneath his clothes. THIS. MUST. BE. REAL. ""Shawn?" I hear Charles call out to me again. I must have been staring for way too long, letting my gaze lingers just a tad too long at both his downward pointing nipples on his enormous pec shelves. I need to say something, ANYTHING. "Fuck, Charles." was all that came out from my mouth. Charles was clearly taken aback from the response. He chuckles and looks at me with an inquisitive look. "When did you get so big?" he laughed even louder now and his voice seems to be an octave lower, or more, than what I remembered. "You mean this?" he did a double biceps pose and I watch as both biceps rise to an impossible peak – I almost felt sorry for the sleeves. "I've been working on them all these while, what are you talking about?" he gestures me to a table nearby and asks me to sit down for a meal together. Trust me, I'm trying my very best to maintain my composure and this proves to be the hardest thing I've ever done with my life (pun totally intended). As we sit down, the chairs creeks under both our weight – have I been eating way too much recently? I shrugged the thought off and immediately put my attention back to the muscle beast in front of me. His stubble is really growing on me and his eyes are piercing blue now, as though able to see right through me and my every thought. For the very first time, I felt intimidated by my roommate – Charles and I can't help but wonder why he would ask me to see him here at where he works.
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  3. Hi all, here's the first part of my second story: Entelechy. It's quite different from my first, Control; this story is set in futuristic universe. I won't spoil the details, but suffice it to say that I have conceived of the world in this story as a realistic future for humanity. It'll have plenty of growth, muscle worship and all that lovely stuff, alongside plenty of exploration of the psychology of muscle addiction, but some of the exposition is also designed to be thought-provoking about society, politics and what the future may hold. If you're more interested in the muscle, then fear not - you won't be disappointed! But if you like to be challenged, this story will have a little bit extra for you. Part 1 doesn't have much growth; it's largely outlining our main character. But there will be a hell of a lot of muscle to come, I can tell you that. Entelechy: a word used by Aristotle, 'the state of something that is fully realised'. ---- Entelechy: Part 1 He stood amongst the heaving crowd, almost suffocated by the thronging masses. Blessed with neither notable height nor width, the Youth struggled to get a glimpse of the public screen. There was a ripple through the crowd; a fortunate shift in its arrangement afforded him an unbroken line of sight to watch the spectacle unfold. The screen - an anachronism, since it was actually a one-dimensional holographic projection - showed the Emperor seated upon the Eternal Throne. Clad in his usual impenetrable attire (mask, robes and cloak of black and red), he contrasted with the white, gold and ocean blue of the Throne. A ceremonial guard of Imperial Guardsmen, great staves held straight, lined the gilded walkway leading to the Throne. A number of attendants - various High Councillors and military officials - were clustered around the Throne. The crowd held its breath as the camera panned to show the great entrance doors to the Throne Room, which silently slid open to reveal an alien, surrounded by five Guardsmen arranged in a pentagon around him. The alien looked somewhat reptilian, dressed in fine armour...but the splendour did not conceal the humiliation readable in its posture. “And there he is,” continued the commentator, “Val’syth, Sovereign of the now-subjugated Farith Empire, come to pay homage to our Immortal Emperor.” The people around the Youth jeered at the defeated alien monarch, as his party walked towards the Throne. The camera panned behind them, showing the alien trudging towards the Emperor, who sat unmoved and impassive. The Guardsmen, and the alien, came to a halt at the base of the dais upon which the Throne sat. Two Guardsmen then tore off Val’syth’s ornate armour, throwing it to the floor, followed by his undergarments. In mere moments he stood naked before the Emperor. The crowd’s jeering came to a tense tense halt as they watched the defeated alien stand motionless...before erupting into jubilant cheers as he prostrated himself before the Emperor, forehead touching the cold metal floor. “And there’s the proskynesis, the ceremonial submission before the Emperor,” resumed the commentator. “The act symbolises...” He zoned out the both commentator and the cheers. He did belong amongst these mindless automatons who went about their life. He was different. He couldn’t quite place how, only that he was. He did not fit in the Grand Society; its norms and expectations were…restrictive to him. He would not - could not - conform. Instead, he would leave them all in the dust, revelling in his excess. Let the rebellion begin, he thought to himself. *** He had never felt like he belonged. Not quite ostracised from the Society, but not quite part of it either. In creating the Society three centuries ago, the Emperor had adopted an effective organising framework: within set boundaries, you were free to do what you wished - but cross those boundaries, and the Society exiled you. Moderation was the ruling tenet: most ‘vices’ were acceptable, in moderation. Sex, drink, food, drugs, partying; as long as you kept the habits under control, it was not the Society’s concern. But indulge them to excess, and the Society would quickly sanction you. Assuming the legal order of the Society didn’t formally intervene to redeem you, that is. But that moderation did not appeal to him. It was stale, lifeless - mass-produced. Moderation was easy, and boring. Where was the joy in moderation? Throughout his teenage years, this internal conflict had grown and festered, eventually crystallising into a need to break free, to rebel. His first act upon completing school had been to leave his home city of Copenhagen, crossing the sea to the much-larger Capital - the Eternal City. With a population of 25 million, it was the largest city on Terra. Surely he’d find ways to rebel there? The Society quickly provided him with an apartment (all housing was state-provided, of course), and he’d settled in, but then things had...stalled. Wanting to rebel was all well and good, but how does one go about actually doing it? He’d tried the Lower City, where all the ‘cultural establishments’ were. It had been fun at first, immersing himself in the permanent carnival-atmosphere of the clubs and bars, but it soon became clear that they too all worshipped at the altar of Moderation. He could have over-indulged in drink, drugs and sex but that was not rebellion - that was self-destruction and would achieve nothing. No, he had to be more subtle in his rebellion - and thus pose a far greater challenge to the Society. Undermine the tenet of Moderation, and be revered for it. Excess. But again: how? Within weeks of arriving he felt as lost as ever, his ‘rebellion’ failing before it could even get started. It was depressing. He felt lonely and dejected. Perhaps this rebellion had, afterall, been a stupid idea borne of an immature mind. He could’ve got a job, perhaps (almost all menial or simple work was done by robots, but there were still plenty of jobs where a human touch was liked), but he felt no need to; the Basic Income more than covered his needs. Thus it was that the Youth found himself wandering into a new establishment he had not yet visited, seeking inspiration. He was startled to realise he’d stumbled into a male orgy club, decorated like a Classical symposium: low couches and tables, carved stone columns and walls decorated with reliefs. A statue of Apollo and Hyacinthus, their hands intertwined, stood in the centre. He could make out another floor above. The patrons, in varying degrees of intoxication, were engaging in passionate group sex on the sumptuous couches. He walked through the establishment, studying the men he passed. All conventionally attractive and identically built in the Society’s ideal: athletic and toned, but not muscular or ponderous. Lithe, graceful: a useful body. The Youth himself had such a body. Some of the older men were more saggy, but still fit. This was, of course, simply the old Classical ideal...as part of the Society’s construction, many of the values and ideas of the Ancients had been studiously revived and systematically applied. None of the men interested him. It was not that they were unattractive, but rather they screamed moderation. There was nothing deviant about them; body, hairstyles, clothes (where worn). Even this orgy was moderation; he doubted any of the patrons attended more than a couple of times a month. Everywhere was order; the establishment was a Temple to Self-Control. Credit to the Emperor, the Youth thought. His Society works. Further into the establishment, there were numerous warmly-lit alcoves for more intimate encounters. They were likewise filled with oh-so-boring Servants of Moderation. He had just about given up hope of finding any trace deviance when he glanced into the final alcove. His breath caught in his throat and his stomach fluttered. At last. Seated in the alcove was the biggest man the Youth has ever seen. Not in terms of height (he was ordinary in that regard), but of width. Of mass. Of muscle. His body hung heavy with bulging muscle; he was no longer athletic. No, most of that muscle was useless. An obstacle to human grace. It was instead the body of excess. A Servant of Moderation straddled the man’s crotch, taking his manhood inside of him, while he ravenously devoured the man’s flexed arm, savouring the swollen muscles with lips and tongue. The man’s head was thrown back in pleasure, eyes closed, softly moaning. The Youth was rooted to the spot as a curious rush flowed through his mind. It was as if the disparate pieces of a previously hidden jigsaw puzzle had suddenly come together, inspired by the man of excess before him. In an instant, the fog cleared and his path became clear. The man of excess had shown him the way to rebel - how to subvert the Society. The next morning, he changed his gym routine.
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  4. Chapter 6 The next morning, Eric awoke to his clock alarm going off at 7:00a.m. He turned off the alarm and sat up in bed, He stretched out and then got up and walked into the bathroom to take his morning shower. He turned the water on to a comfortable temperature and climbed under the spraying water. He sighed in satisfaction as he felt the warm water relaxing his tired muscles. He picked up the shampoo and squeezed some into his palm, which he then started working into his wet hair. When he was satisfied, he stepped under the shower again to rinse it out of his hair. As he washed, his thoughts drifted back to Seth and wondering what he was doing, this morning. Meanwhile, at the Lombardo residence, Seth's day had begun, long before Eric had woken up. He had just finished feeding the chickens, and gathering their eggs, in a basket which he took in to his mother to wash, so she could prepare breakfast. Deborah was already awake and in the kitchen, getting out the supplies needed to start breakfast, when Seth came in, carrying the basket of freshly laid eggs. "Good morning, Honey!" She greeted him. "Good morning, Mom." Seth said, with a smile on his face. "Here are the fresh eggs you wanted." "Thank you, Sweetie." She said. "Sit them on the counter, by the sink, and I'll wash them, in a few minutes." "Sure." Seth said. He walked over to the counter and set the basket of eggs down. Then he looked back at her. "Is there anything else you need?" Deborah thought about it for a second, and then realized there was something else that she needed. "Actually, yes." Deborah said. She grabbed another large basket from the kitchen table, and handed it to him. "Would you please go out to the orchard and pick some fresh peaches, so I can make a peach pie for dessert later?" And also some apples as well in case I decide to make an apple pie, too, as well as have some fruit to eat with breakfast. "You got it, Mom." Seth said, taking the basket from her. "Do we need any milk?" Deborah shook her head. "No Honey, I checked already." She told him. "I have enough milk to serve for breakfast, and to make the pie, so you can wait until you pick all the fruit in the orchard that I need, before you milk the cows." "Cool." Seth said. "I'll get right on it." As Seth walked toward the door, Deborah called out to him. "Oh, Seth, honey?!" Seth turned around and looked at her, his eyebrows raised. "Yeah, Mom?" He asked. Deborah smiled at him. "Have you talked to Eric yet, this morning?" Seth shook his head. "Not yet." He said, then frowned. "Why?" "Well, I was wondering if you'd heard anything back from him about whether or not, he can take the job here on the farm." Deborah said. "I haven't heard a word from him about that, yet." Seth replied. Then he looked at his watch. "Besides," He continued saying. "It's only 7:15a.m. so he's probably just getting up now to get ready for his classes." "Oh." Deborah said, remembering that fact. "That's right! I didn't even think about the fact that he may have had classes this morning." Seth nodded. Then he thought of something. "I'll send him a text message and see if he answers back." Seth said, pulling his phone out of his pocket. He pulled up his Text history with Eric and started tapping away at his phone. Back at the University, Eric, who has just gotten out of the shower, with a towel wrapped around his waist, was walking towards his bed, when he heard his phone beep. He picked it up and saw that it was a text message from Seth. Seth: "Good morning, Eric! When do you talk to the Dean about your job, on the farm?" Eric smiled. He was glad to hear from Seth. He started tapping at his phone. Eric: "I have only one class today. It starts at 8:00a.m. I will talk to the Dean, around 9:00a.m. so I'll message you back as soon as I know anything." Eric finished writing the text and sat his phone back down on the bedside dresser. He then walked to his other dresser and opened one of the drawers, pulling out a pair of CK boxer briefs, and a pair of white socks. He walked back over to the bed and removed his towel, so he could put them on. Just as he was pulling up his underwear, he heard his phone beep again. He picked it up and looked at it. Seth's message read: "Ok, I'll talk to you soon." Eric texted him good-bye and sat his phone back down so he could finish getting dressed. He put his socks on and then walked to his closet to pick out the clothes he was going to wear for the day. He decided on some beige khaki pants and a button up shirt. At least until his classes were done. He certainly wasn't going to work on the Lombardo farm in any of his good quality clothes. He put on his good clothes and sat back down on his bed. He thought about his moment with Seth last night, before he left the farm and that feeling he experienced, came back to him, like it was happening all over again. "Every time, I think about what happened with Seth, last night, my body gets this same feeling that I'm feeling right now." Eric said, to himself. "What is it? I don't think it's just my attraction to him. It's something else." As Eric was thinking it over, he heard a soft knock on his door. He walked over to it and opening it. He was shocked to see Amy standing there, looking at him. "Hey!" Eric greeted her, then frowned. "What are you doing here? I thought we weren't going to see each other until classes were done for the day?" "I decided I couldn't wait until then." Amy said to him. "May I come in?" "Yeah, sure." Eric replied, stepping aside to let her in. Amy walked into the room and took a seat on Eric's bed. Eric shut the door and turned to face her. "So," Amy began saying. "Are you going to tell me how things went yesterday? Did you get the job?" Eric grinned and sat down beside her on his bed. He had so much to tell her. "Yes." He said, then added. "But that's not even the best part. You're not going to believe who was hiring for that job." Now, Amy was definitely intrigued, and she wanted to hear more. "Who?" She asked. Eric knew that she was going to be blown away by his revelation. "Would you believe, the same guy I told you about that I bumped into at Whole Foods?" Amy's eyes grew as big as saucers. Then she was grinning profusely. "NO?!" She exclaimed, in disbelief. "That Seth guy? With the big muscles?" "Yep." Eric said, smiling from ear to ear. "His name is Seth Lombardo and the job as a Farmer's Helper, is taking place at his family's farm." Amy jumped up and hugged Eric, excitedly. "Oh my God, Eric!" She gushed, as Eric put his arms around her and hugged her back. "I'm so happy for you!" "Thank you." Eric said, grinning. " You have no idea how happy I am to have found him again." Eric released Amy and she pulled back and looked into his face. "Didn't I tell you that fate would decide when you two would meet again?" She said, that happy grin still on her face. "Yeah." Eric said, still smiling. "And you were right." "So, what else happened?" Amy asked. "You were gone all day, yesterday?" Eric told her about how he had met Seth again and how Seth had invited him to go on a horseback ride when Eric had said how much he loved horses and how long it'd been since he had ridden a horse. Amy sat back and listened, as Eric told her how he and Seth had ridden to the fields and talked more about the job, and then when he came to the part where he had flexed his bicep for Seth, when he asked, and then Seth had flexed for him, Amy raised her eyebrows at that. "He actually flexed for you?" She asked. When Eric said "Yes" she then asked. "What did they feel like?" Eric could not keep from smiling like a kid in a candy shop, at that moment. "Amy, his biceps felt amazing!" Eric gushed. "They were so hard, so defined, so huge! So perfect! And I couldn't stop feeling them. And the weird thing is that Seth didn't seem to mind. I almost got the feeling that he might have been enjoying it." "Maybe he was." Amy replied. "Did you ask him what his sexual orientation was?" "No." Eric told her. "That never came up." "Well, why not?" Amy asked, frowning. "Eric you'll never know unless you ask him." Eric knew she was right, but he also knew that he couldn't just ask that question, that soon, since he'd only known Seth for barely a day. "I know, Amy." Eric said to her. "But I can't ask him this soon. He's going to be my boss now, since I'll be working for him, and that's a conflict of interest. I feel like I should get to know him, first, as a friend, before we get into anything heavy." Amy nodded. She understood Eric's dilemma. "And besides, I don't think Seth knows that I'm gay." Eric then said to her. "Oh I'm sure he knows." Amy said. "Why else would he have let you feel his biceps for as long as you did?" Eric shrugged. "Maybe he just liked the attention?" Eric asked Amy. "I mean don't most muscular guys?" "Possibly." Amy replied, with her chin in her hand. " But I don't think that's all it was." Eric shrugged again. "Well, if Seth knows I'm gay, he hasn't said so, or even asked me if I am." "Hmm." Amy said. She pondered over something. Then she said "Did anything else happen after the flexing? After all, you didn't get back here until late last night." Seth smiled, thinking back to when Seth and his mom invited him to dinner. "Actually, Seth's mother, Deborah, invited me to have dinner with them. And at first I refused because I didn't want to impose, but Seth was the one who assured me that it was ok. So I accepted the invitation." "Ok." Amy said, starting to grin. "And how how did that go?" "It went great." Eric said, enthusiastically. "Dinner was delicious! We had beef roast with carrots, celery, potatoes and onions." "Mmm." Amy murmured. "Sounds delicious." "Oh it was." Eric said. "And afterwards, Seth walked me out to my car and that's when we had this moment, between us." Amy sat forward, interested in where Eric's story was going. "What happened?" She asked. "Well," Eric said. "We were standing by the car and I was getting ready to leave, and we ended up getting really close. And the way Seth was looking at me, it was like... electricity. I wanted him so bad. And for a split second, it felt like he wanted me, too." Amy's eyebrows raised. "Did you two kiss?" "No." Eric replied, shaking his head. "As soon as it seemed like that could possibly happen, Seth stepped back and said that I should be get back here and get some rest." "Hmm." Amy murmured, thoughtfully. "Well from what you've told me, it seems like he possibly is becoming attracted to you, but probably doesn't yet realize it." "Well, I think that's possible." Eric said. "When he had me stacking those heavy bales of hay, I took my shirt off, to test him a little bit." "Wait, what?!"Amy said, suddenly. " You didn't mention that part, earlier. When did that happen?" "Before dinner." Eric pointed out. "It was after Seth put the horses back in their stalls. He wanted to test my strength and see if I was strong enough to handle the bales of hay. I had to stack 27 of them in all. 3 rows of 9 and 3 layers high." "And what made you decide to take off your shirt?"Amy asked. "I was starting to get hot, and I thought if I was gonna show Seth a sexy body, It was the perfect time to do it when I get hot and sweaty." Amy started snickering. Eric frowned "What's so funny?" He asked, wondering what she was laughing at. "I think you've been watching too many porn videos." She laughed. " I have not!" Eric protested, trying not to laugh. "You just have a dirty mind!" "Yeah, fine. Whatever." Amy said, between her laughter. "Anyway, did taking off your shirt have the desired effect you wanted?" "Oh I think it did." Eric marveled. " He was breathing a little fast and he was staring at me, pretty hard." Eric knew that he'd picked up on a few vibes from Seth. But what if he was wrong? "But Amy, what if I am wrong?" Eric asked, worriedly. "What if Seth is completely straight and I'm wrong about him?" Eric felt his eyes starting to tear up. He knew that if Seth was indeed revealed to be straight, then Eric's worst fears would be confirmed: That Seth was too good to be true. "That is something you will have to take into consideration." Amy said. "And if Seth really is straight, what does that mean for your friendship?" "I will be disappointed as hell if Seth is straight." Eric said, as he ran his fingers through his hair. "But I think I could still have a genuine friendship with him, regardless." "Well then, start with that." Amy told him. "Forget your sexual orientations. Just take time to get to know him and let him get to know you. Everything else will work itself out." Eric nodded. What Amy was saying made a lot of sense. "Thanks, Amy." He said to her, appreciatively. "You've given me a lot to think about." "You're welcome." Amy said, with a smile. Then she asked. "So, when do I get to meet him?" Eric remembered that he had to talk to the Dean later about his job working on the Lombardo family farm, and he figured today would be perfect for her to meet Seth. "Actually, you can meet him, today, if you'd like." Eric told her. "I asked him if I could invite you out to the farm for a horseback ride, sometime, and he said yes, and that he'd like to meet you." "Cool!" Amy gushed. "I love horses as much as you do, so it'll be great to ride one again. It's been a while for me, too." "Ok, then it's settled. Eric said, and reached for his phone. "I'll text Seth and see if it's alright to come out to the farm today." "Sure, go ahead." Amy said, getting up. "May I use your bathroom?" "Yeah, sure." Eric said, as he tapped away at his phone. Amy went into the bathroom while Eric texted Seth. "Good morning, Seth. It's Eric! Is it ok if I bring Amy with me, to the farm, after I talk to the Dean?" Eric waited for Seth to answer. In about a minute, Seth's text can through. "Good morning, Eric! Yes, you can bring Amy with you when you come by. I can't wait to meet her." Eric sent a text back to him. Then he wondered what Seth was doing at that moment. "Cool. Thanks. What are you doing right now?" Seth sent back his answer. "I'm in the orchard, getting ready to pick peaches and apples, so my mom can make that peach pie, she told you about, and she also might make an apple pie too." Eric almost felt guilty for interrupting Seth while he was working. He sent Seth another message. "Oh! Well I'm sorry if I caught you at a bad time. I can let you go, if you're busy." In a few moments, Seth's next message came in. "Don't be sorry, Eric. I'm never too busy for you, man." Eric smiled when he read that message. It almost sounded like a romantic statement. Then Seth's next message appeared. "But yes, I really do need to get this done. There's still a lot of work I have to do, yet. A Farmer's work is never done." Eric sent his final text to Seth, just as Amy was coming out of the bathroom. "Alright, man. Amy and I will see you later today. Goodbye." Seth's next message came in. "I'm looking forward to it. Later!" Amy came to sit down by Eric just as Eric was putting his phone in his pocket. "So what did Seth have to say?" She asked. Eric looked up at her. "He said you can come with me, to the farm after I talk to the Dean about the job." "Ok." Amy said then frowned. "What time do you have to meet with the Dean?" "9:00 a.m." Eric told her. " Right after classes are over." "Well, after your classes are over, and you talk to the Dean, you and I are going shopping."Amy said to him. "We are?" Eric asked in surprise, then frowned in confusion. "What for?" Amy's face took on a determined look. "Well, if today isn't your first official work day, on the farm, then tomorrow will most likely be since you don't have classes tomorrow." Amy explained to him. "And if that's the case, then I'm going to make sure you make a good first impression. And it starts with looking the part, for the job." As Eric was a listening to Amy, his smile broadened when he realized what she was saying. "Ah, another way for Seth to take notice of me?" Eric asked. "You got it, my friend!" Amy replied, smiling at him. "We're gonna let Seth see you like he never has before!" Eric grinned, loving the idea. "Come on." Eric said, getting up. "You can tell me more on our way to our classes. We're going to be late, if we don't get out of here." " Alright, let's go." Amy said, getting up. Eric threw his arm around her shoulders as they both headed to the door to leave for their classes. Back at the Lombardo family farm, in the orchard, Seth was just finishing up picking the peaches that his mom had wanted. But just as he was getting ready to go to the apple tree to pick some apples, he saw one of the farm hands, coming towards him. The man had dark brown hair and brown eyes. He was muscular, but more of a beefy build, rather than a bodybuilder build like Seth had attained. You could tell that he had built his muscles up from many years of farm work and manual type labor. The dark haired man, was in his mid 30s, and although he was a big guy, he had an even bigger heart. Seth had known him since he was 10 years old, so the man, known as Rudy, was like a big brother to him. "Hey, Rudy." Seth said, extending his hand out to greet the man. "Your mom said I could find you out here." Rudy said, as he shook Seth's hand. Seth looked at him, concerned. "Is there something wrong?" He asked. Oh, No, no!" Rudy said, shaking his head. "I just happened to stop up at the house to join you and your mother for breakfast, and she said that you were out here, picking fruit, and asked if I would come out here and see if I could help you out." "Actually, there is something you can do for me." Seth said to him. "Name it." Rudy said, without hesitation. "Anything you need, you know I gotcha, buddy." Seth thought about what he wanted from Rudy. "Would you be so kind as to show our new farm helper, around the place? I didn't get to give him a good tour of the farm, yesterday, when he came by to try out for the job." "Absolutely." Rudy said, nodding his head. "What's this guy's name?" "Eric Shaw." Seth told him. " He's a student at the University of San Diego, and he wants to learn what it's like to work on a farm, since he needs to write about the experience for a college essay he's doing for one of his classes." "Oh." Rudy said, in surprise. "I didn't think that you'd hire a student from the university. Is that going to be a problem?" "I don't think so." Seth said, setting the basket of peaches down on the ground, momentarily. "He has to talk to the Dean and see if he can get the green light from the school to work on the farm. Since it's a dawn to dusk job, here, he might have to miss classes." "I see." Rudy said. "And what if the school tells him "no?" Seth had thought about that, himself. If it came down to that, he already had the solution. "If that happens, I've already decided that he can work after his classes are over for the day, and whatever days he doesn't have classes, he can work the full days." Seth told him. "I see a lot of potential in this guy, and I think he will turn out to be a good fit for the job. Even if it's just temporary." "Temporary?" Rudy asked, confused. Seth nodded. "Yeah." Seth said. "He's only taking the job through the fall. After that, he's going to probably have to devote more of his time to his studies before the upcoming holidays." "You might be right." Rudy said, with a nod of his head. "Well, Seth, you can count on me, buddy. I will do all I can to make the job training as easy for him as I can." "Awesome." Seth said, then pulled Rudy into a quick hug. "I knew I could count on you!" "Always " Rudy said, with a smile. Then, he asked. "Are you cool if I milk the cows for you, while you take the peaches to your mom?" Seth thought about it for a moment, then remembered that he had to muck out the stalls and set those mouse traps. "Actually, that would be great if you could do that." Seth said, to Rudy. "I have to clean the horse stalls and set a mouse trap in Eli's stall to catch a mouse that freaked him out, yesterday." "Ok, I'll head back down now to the dairy barn and start milking the cows." Rudy replied. "Go ahead, man." Seth said, reaching down to pick up the basket of peaches. "I still have to pick some apples and I want to make sure Mom has some extra, in case she makes an Apple pie, later." "Alright then." Rudy said, turning to go. I will see you later." "You too, man." Seth replied back, as he turned to grab the ladder to carry over to the apple tree. He carried the basket of peaches over to the tree and set it down by it. Then, he grabbed the ladder and opened it up and set it in a place where the apples were their reddest. He knew he had to pick the most ripe ones first before they started to rot. "Alright, back to work." Seth said, to himself, as he climbed up the ladder to start picking the apples. As Seth was picking the apples, his mind thought back to yesterday, in the barn when Eric had stripped off his shirt and had been lifting those bales of hay, like they were nothing. Seth had literally been impressed by Eric's strength. Not to mention how nicely bulked, defined, and toned Eric's muscles were. "Fuck!" Seth said, to himself. "Why can't I get Eric and his body off of my mind? Why can't I stop fantasizing about him?" Seth picked a few more apples and saw that he was almost out of room in the basket for any more. If he piled too many more apples in there, he would squash the peaches, which were at their peak of ripeness. He got down from the ladder and prepared to fold it up. After that was done, he grabbed the ladder and the basket of fruit and was about ready to head back to the house, when his mind flashed back to the moment the he and Eric had, beside his car, right before Eric was about to leave for the night. "I don't know why I'm feeling like this." Seth said, outloud. "But one thing I do know is that I really like the guy and I don't want to risk losing what could be a great friendship between us." Seth started walking back towards the house. As he walked, he continued to think to himself, outloud. "I have to put these feelings, whatever they are, aside, and just focus on teaching him how to be a good farm hand." Seth said to himself. "I need to get to know him better. Once I do then I can get to the bottom of what these feelings are and what they mean." And what Seth would later come to realize is that trying to put aside feelings that you have for someone, regardless of what they are, is easier said than done.
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  5. DISCLAIMER: this is a long story My relationship with my step brother has never been normal he was a shy, socially awkward kid. He always hid in his room playing video games like Zelda or Call of duty me on the other hand I was always an out there person I loved going out with friends, shopped a lot, partied a lot you know anything a 18 year old boy would do my step brother was 19 and never ever had any friends except for his online friends. I was slim and tall not muscular but tall I liked my body. My step brother Was tall and skinny no muscle definition but what do you expect from someone who doesn’t go out of his room. Anyways my dad and his mom were going on a vacation and Jeff and I (Btw his name is Jeff and mine is nick) we’re going to be home alone together or a week they left us two credit cards but I knew I’d be using both of them and Jeff would be in his room doing whatever he does. So two days had past our parents were gone I’d only seen Jeff twice so he could get food. So I decided to go out with some friends. I told Jeff I’m leaving he didn’t say much just “ok” I told him I might be gone the whole night and I’ll leave him a credit card. So I go out with my my friend and his boyfriend it was fun I got home at 1am the lights were off but then I noticed a car in the drive way and i knew it wasn’t my out parents cause they were gone and Jeff didn’t have a car and my car was In the garage. I got inside the lights were off Iwent to my room and I notice Jeff’s door is cracked down the hall i go in to check on him and then I notice some guy is there he’s dressed in black giving Jeff what seemed to be a pill. I assumed he was taking drugs like maybe buying Xanax or something like that. The guy was making his way to the door and I sprinted to my room he didn’t hear me so he left. I go back to Jeff’s rooms and I’m just watching what he does. I hear him saying “you can do this you can do this don’t be a pussy, you want to be liked by everyone”. So he swallows the pill and he takes all his clothes except his socks and bracelet so I left because it was getting weird. I go into my room go on my computer text a few friends just chill until I hear a bang. I go out of my room and I pop around wondering where it came from then another BANG and it came from Jeff’s room I go to see what’s happening and he’s on the floor just there still I tap him yelling “I’ll call 911” but then he said Don’t in a mad voice. All of a sudden he turns a very bright red and he’s still on the floor and then I notice something his body was growing I notice his biceps were becoming bigger and his legs becoming bigger his body becoming more defined his feet growing his shoulders widening. It was almost like watching the hulk. His socks start to tear as his feet grow and his leather bracelet rips off because his wrist was becoming bigger. All of a sudden he’s not still and he screams. Saying “IT HURTS” he stood up before he was like 5’10 now he’s 6’5 and I see this monster of a man standing in front of me his veins were popping out and he was crying I didn’t know what to do so say him down on the bed I notice his penis was enlarging and I was shook. Finally all that growing stopped and his skin wasn’t red anymore but his body wasn’t the same it was like he was the hulk. He catches his breath and explained to me what I just witnessed he said “I know this is a very strange thing you saw but I can’t explain you see I’ve always been jealous of you because you’ve had all these friends you’ve been invited everywhere and everyone likes you but not me I thought maybe if I looked different then I would be liked more so I bought a muscle growth pill and that’s why I’m like this” I was in shock so i left his room and went To bed know the next morning I’d have to face him again and talk about what just happened. I woke up the next morning did my routine brushed my teeth took a shower got dressed I completely forgot about last night I go to the kitchen and I see Jeff stand over the stove with just boxers on cooking food then it all came back to me. He notices me and says “good morning” I tried not to be weird so I knodded my head he asked “are you hungry” I said “no I ate a lot last night when I was out” “suit yourself” he said he sat eating at least 10 eggs there was a moment of awkward silence then I got up and said “I’m going shopping” he said “let me come I need to get a new wardrobe anyways” I hesitated and said “sure” like an idiot. So he went to go get dressed he went to my dads closet and got things since him and my dad would now be the same size. We eventually left to go to the mall I prayed to god I wouldn’t see anyone. First we stopped into a jewelry store because I wanted a new ring he stood by my side like a body guard. I got my ring and he asked “can you help me dress you have really good taste in clothes” I hesitated again saying “sure” do we went into this very high end store and he started trying clothes on but very reavling clothing like really short shorts tanks tops muscle shirts anything that would show off his body I help him decide on a few I remember at one point he asked me to go into the dressing room with him i said no. So we bought our stuff and went home. We walked in and he went to his room. I sat down on the couch trying process everything that happened I sat down for a good 2 hours it was almost dark out so I went to change into some home clothes I put my blue plaid shorts on with a white t shirt and my white robe and went to go watch tv Incase the living room. I watched a few episodes of this cooking show I liked and then Jeff walked in he asked if i was hungry I said a little so he said “I’m gonna order pizza” i said sure. I was thinking to myself this is the most I’ve seen him all month. He ordered 3 pizzas two large meat lovers pizzas and one medium pepperoni for me. The food arrived and I have never seen anyone devour two whole pizzas within 20 minute I was stunned. He seemed very happy he had this smile on his face and it was something I’d never seen before. I went to bed it was 12am I was in and out of sleep all night. I woke up at 4am and my eyes were sort of open and I notice Jeff standing right in front of my bed he was just wearing boxers and his whole body was flexed he didn’t notice I was awake so I tried to go back to sleep. Next morning I woke up and saw Jeff in the kitchen again in just in his boxers cooking eggs he offered me eggs and I accepted he asked what I was doing that day I said nothing but I’m going out to this club tonight shockingly he asked to come I said sure but I need to introduce him as my cousin to my friends. He said fine. The day went by Jeff and I were chilling in the living but he was staring at me the whole time this giant muscle god was just staring I tried no to notice. It was 7pm and we started getting ready. He was dressed in this designer floral muscle shirt and tight tight skinny jeans I thought If he was flexing in them they would rip we went to the club he met my friends we had a lot to drink I said I was going to dance and if anyone wanted to join me everyone said no so I went and then this guys come behind and dances with me he was very handsome and we danced but then I look at my table and Jeff is staring at me again this time with a look of rage I was terrified it was a crazy look like a look of jealousy I told the guy I’m going to use the bathroom he said he will stay right where he was I walked to the bathroom and I notice Jeff is going to the dance floor I come out go back to the dance floor and the guy is gone I was disappointed so I said to Jeff I’m leaving. He said I’ll come with I said it’s fine he said no I coming in A aggressive tone we went home I took a shower put my pajamas on and I confronted him. I said what the fuck is wrong with you? He said what do you mean I said you’ve been staring at me all day we go to the club you keep staring like what’s up. He said nothing is up. But something must have been he looked at me and said sit, I said what? he said sit I sat and he said ever since my transformation I’ve been feeling a little more protective of you. I said what? he said well you’re the only there with me during the process and you tried to help me and I don’t know why but I feel like I need to protect you. I was stunned so I did what I knew best and just left I walked out of that room and went to my room and laid down and started crying then this huge hand comes and wipes my tears and he said I know this is weird but trust me it will all work out he lifted me up and gave me a hug I hugged him back. Then he looked at me and kissed me and held my tight I was shook but I kissed him back he let go of my and took his clothes of and started kissing me more and more he put my on top of him and held me and kissed me and wrapped his legs around my legs. I had never felt so safe for some reason Almost as if nothing in the world could hurt me in his arms i wouldn’t call it incest since we weren’t blood related. He started rubbing my Penis and he held my tighter and I came I tried to touch is penis but he said let me do it so he jerked himself off then we laid down together I eventually fell asleep on top of him. i woke up the next day in his arms wrapped around me i thought To myself why did i do that he’s my step brother but i couldn’t resist. his big Pecs were in my face and his huge legs covering my legs like a Blanket. He woke up smiling at me kissing me I smiled back. Then he said I love you but he actually ment it it was such a sweet and genuine I love you my heart just dropped and i tried to wrap my arms around him but he was so big. I said but we can’t continue like this our parents are coming home soon. Then he came up with the idea and said let’s get an apartment and tell them we are going to room together. Then i said how will you explain your look and he said they haven’t seen my in a while and when the do I wear baggy sweaters and sweat pants. I liked the idea and I agreed. Part two will come out later
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  7. Muy cortito oye! Que buen comienzo,. Ya extrañaba tus historias. Eres d los pocos que postea en español. Que agradable sorpresa.
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  8. Me levanto al dia siguiente, me cambio rapido, desayuno y parto al colegio. Llego un poco temprano y voy al baño. Se repite la escena del primer día. Lo veo a Toto de espaldas y lo saludo tocandole la espalda. Se gira, me saluda y ambos nos dirigimos a mear. Me pongo en uno y veo que Toto no entra entre los separadores por lo cual va a un inodoro. Termino de mear y veo como esta intentando de entrar al cubiculo para mear. El ancho del cuerpo no pasa por la puerta por lo que se tiene que poner de costado. Las tetas tocan el borde del marco y veo que ya se esta desabrochando. En el momento de sacar la pija el se gira enfrentando al inodoro. Y veo su espalda inmensa apretada por el cubiculo. Y su culo esta mas grande que ayer parece. -Gordo culon! Que comiste ayer? Estas mas grandote parece!- me acerco y le toco un cachete, duro pero relleno. Mi mano no ocupa ni un cuarto de lo que es esa nalga. -JA JA, que decis putito. Te gusta mirarme el culo e! Queres que me tire otro pedo en tu cara?- -Jajaja- - Bancame que termino de mear y lo hago.- escucho que tira la cadena y veo como intenta salir del cubiculo. Antes de volver a pasar por la misma humillacion devuelta, huyo del baño y escucho a Toto llamar mi nombre con esa voz grave que asusta. Voy a mi clase y las horas se pasan volando. Hacemos poco pero aprendemos. Es la hora del almuerzo y ya lo veo a Toto sentado con otros tres en la mesa asi que esta vez comere con otros. Cada tanto le robo unas miradas y veo como mastica y traga toda esa comida. Tiene la boca y la garganta grandes y en poco tiempo se baja su montaña de comida y va a repetir. Veo como se lleva puesto por delante a los pendejos y se sirve mas. Vuelve caminando como pinguino debido a su culo y gambas enormes que le hacen abrirlas para caminar. El pantalon lo tiene muy apretado adelante y le ficho el bulto. Pasa por alado mio y me roza con su pierna. -Te debo un pedo cagon.- lo dice sonriendo y sigue caminando. Le echo un vistazo a esas cachas gordas y me acomodo. Lo que se me viene. Lo miro mientras que se sienta y su espalda tapa a los otros tres que tiene enfrentado. Tiene trapecios musculosos que le dan mas envergadura al cuello. La cabeza es proporcional a su cuerpo y el pelo no es ni corto ni largo, pero cae en ondulaciones. Levanto mi bandeja y salgo del comedor. Me dirijo por un pasillo y noto que estoy solo. Que extraño. Entonces escucho unos pasos pesados y rapidos detras mio. Me doy vuelta y lo veo a Toto en velocidad viniendo hacia mi. Me cago hasta las patas y no me da ni segundos para reaccionar. Me atropella y me agarra con sus brazos fuertes. Me aprieta contra su pecho enorme y remera apretadisima. Estoy a varios centímetros del piso y estamos enfrentados cara a cara. Toto me mantiene con sus brazos inmensos que parecen dos bolas de bowling. Los toco y siento la dureza debajo de la piel. Son fuertes y robustos. -Te gusta lo que tocas? No seria la primera vez e. Yo aca estoy tocando huesitos nada mas.- me aprieta con sus manos la espalda y digo: - Basta gordo. Ya me agarraste. Que me vas a hacer ahora?- acerca su cara y sus labios a mi. Son rellenos y grandes. Lo miro a los ojos. Y él abre la boca. -BROOOOOAORRRRR- me quedo tonto. - JA JA JA. Que gordo que estoy e. Estos eruptos me calientan. Me quiero hacer una paja. Soy un mamut!- me baja al piso y me mira de pies a cabeza. -Te gusto eso? Te dije que tenia mas cosas para vos. Y sigo teniendo...- se agarra el bulto y sale caminando hacia afuera. Veo como se rasca entre esos dos jamones jugosos. Es muy fuerte y hace lo que quiere me doy cuenta. Antes de que lo pueda llamar suena el timbre y voy a mi aula.
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  9. Oh man. You are a tease. The slow burn is killing me and i need to knwo what happens next. Thankks for contiunuing it tho.
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  10. Thank you, mate. Appreciate that! Thanks, matie! There's lots of good stuff coming up for the two of them but it wouldn't be a story without a bit of drama would it?! Wether any of you guys can guess what's coming is another matter! Yeah - I kinda missed the dialogue too to be honest!
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  11. Okay guys, here's the next chapter. Thanks again for all the love and wonderful comments on the last one! Twenty Three “Fuck!” Luke whispers once we’ve parted lips. I can’t believe the way he’s looking at me. I can’t believe that that kiss could have been as amazing for Luke as it was for me. And I can’t believe that my hands are on his waist, that my arms are curling round to his back, that his stomach is pressing against mine, that I’m leaning into his perfect Luke shaped face and that my lips are now pressed against his again. It’s like a whole new league of kissing. A completely new way of being touched. Why has it never felt this way with any other guy before? We part lips, our foreheads are pressed together. And I’m still holding him. My hands gripping his back. My stomach against his. I feel like I want to melt into Luke’s skin. “Oh my God!” I whisper, my lips near his. He bites his lip and his mouth curls into this dreamy grin, dimples out in full force. “I know!” he says back. I shake my head. “I love your dimples so fucking much!” It feels so fucking freeing to say that out loud. Luke's mouth curls into a bigger smile. This happy, loving grin. And now I’m thinking … so this is what all the fuss about. This is why people write love songs. This is why people watch romantic films. Luke is the guy I’d stand on a doorstep holding up signs for in a cheesy Richard Curtis film. The boy I’d run through a city with in a Carly Rae fucking Jepsen song. “And I love your cute smile!” I say, before giving him a gentle kiss on the lips. I’m not thinking about what I’m doing or saying anymore. “And I love your little nose!” I say, gently rubbing the tip with mine. Luke’s looking at me with his half smile, half look of shock, like he can’t believe what’s happening. Or that I’m saying the words that I am. I can’t quite believe it either. “I love your little lats!” I say, giving them a squeeze and biting my lip. Luke, looking at me with so much fucking affection. I move my hands down to his waist. “And your abs! Oh my GOD I love your abs!” He lets out a little laugh. I gently lift up the bottom of Luke's blue Batman t-shirt to reveal his gorgeous six pack abdominal muscles and his cute, little belly button and he suddenly looks a little shy. I start to pull his t-shirt up further. I don’t tell him to, but Luke lifts his arms up and I pull it all the way over his head and Luke’s naked torso is suddenly right in front of mine. I wrap my arms around his back, bury my face into his bare neck and squeeze him. And I feel like I’m in fucking heaven. Touching his soft skin. Feeling his little muscles. His scent engulfing me. That scent I love so much. Masculine and sweet and oh-so-Luke. He’s gripping on to me too. His face nestled into my shoulder. His lips against my skin. I feel so happy I could burst. I softly kiss Luke’s neck and I suddenly want to kiss every single inch of him. Every bit of skin. Every possible body part. I hope he knows what he means to me. I hope he now realises how he makes me feel. I take my face away from his neck and now I’m kissing his lips again. He makes the sexiest little groan as his perfect tongue dances with mine and our bodies are pressed together. I feel like I’ve been doing this wrong for all of these fucking years but it doesn’t matter now. Because now there's Luke. We part lips and now he’s just gazing at me with this dreamy, blissed out look and I honestly feel like my heart’s about to burst. I place the back of my hand gently on his tummy and then rub it up and down, my fingers brushing against the ridges between his beautifully lined up abs. He closes his eyes and bites his lip. Like he’s in some kind of personal heaven. I gently put the tip of my index finger in his cute, little belly button. A perfect fucking fit. And now Luke’s looking at my chest. He looks a little wary, but there’s something else there too. This wanting. A desire. I can see how much he wants me. It’s fucking intoxicating. His hands slip from my back to my waist, all the time he’s biting his lip. He gives me this look of doubt, almost like he’s asking for my permission to take things further. To explore my body. Even though he doesn’t need it. Even though right now I’d let him do anything he wanted to do to me. I squeeze him and give him a look and he seems to know what it means because now he’s tugging at the bottom of my t-shirt. He looks nervous as he starts to lift it up and my thick blocks of ab muscle are revealed. I lift my arms up and he pulls the t-shirt right over my head. And now I’m just standing here with my huge pecs and tummy popping abs on display and the way Luke’s just looking at my body. Fuck! He’s seen my torso dozens of times before. In Posing Practice. In this room. But it feels like he’s looking at it for the very first time. I’ve seen glimpses of this expression before. This look of desire and awe on Luke’s face. But now, my bare muscles right in front of Luke for the taking, it’s so much more intense. It’s like he’s finally allowed to look at me the way he wants. To admire and appreciate my huge, bulging muscle. It’s the way he’s looking at me, mixed with the laughable size difference between the two of us which is causing me to feel this intense rush of adrenaline. My size. My muscles. The effect and hold and power they’re having over Luke. It’s so fucking intoxicating. It feels like I’m being muscle worshipped just by Luke’s eyes. He looks me straight in the eyes with his look - like he’s asking for permission to touch me. And then he gingerly places his hand on my right pec and it’s like an electric shock goes through me. Luke’s biting his lip. And then I can’t resist. I gently tense my chest and the pec muscle hardens and explodes as Luke’s still touching it. “Fuck!” he whispers, in shock. I look him in the eyes as he continues to squeeze my chest. And then his hands move down to my stomach and he’s feeling my thick abs, which I also gently tense and God - I can’t believe the expression on Luke’s face. He’s just in a complete state of arousal and awe. Feeling and exploring the freaky muscle before him. I don’t think anyone’s ever looked at my muscles like this before. No one’s ever touched me like this before either. It almost feels like my crazily developed muscle is really being appreciated for the first time ever. I push Luke’s body up against mine and kiss him passionately and he lets out a sexy groan. My thick pecs pressed against his toned chest. My big blocky abs against his peeled little tummy muscles. My hands gripping his back tight. And my hard on digging into his crotch through the material of our jeans. Fuck. I don’t think I’ve ever ever wanted anyone more than I want Luke right now. The corner of his mouth curls into an excited grin and I smile back. Then I push my body back and away from his and for a second his expression falls, until I reach for his hand and intertwine my fingers with his and he’s suddenly smiling back at me again. The cutest little smile. I’ve never been much of a hand holder, but now I’m suddenly wondering whether it would be weird for me and Luke to hold hands whenever we’re together. Or at least whenever we’re in this room. I lead Luke to his bed and we lie down, my thick legs intertwined with his much smaller legs, our bare torsos pressed together, pecs touching, his abs against mine, our arms wrapped around each other, touching and exploring each other’s bodies. Doing the things I’ve been dying to do for so fucking long. God. I love the way Luke’s skin feels. I love the way his lips taste. I love the way he’s looking at me. The expression on his face as he touches my skin. I love that I can touch him in any way that I want. That I can climb on top of him in the way that I just have. That I can bury my head in his neck and kiss it while he grips my thick lats and makes the hottest little groaning noises while nuzzling his cute face into one of my shoulders. I love that I can feel Luke’s hard on throbbing and juddering against my crotch (fuck!) as he squeezes my lats and his hands explore the rest of my wide back. And how his fingers slip to my upper arms and grip them tightly as I move my head down and gently kiss his toned chest. And the way he squeezes my thick triceps and makes the cutest little groan as I kiss one his gorgeous rectangle shaped abs that make up his six pack. And then another. And then the others. Gently and softly. Which Luke softly giggles at, as he grips on to my shoulder blades. And I love the ecstatic little grin he’s giving me as I look up at him in that moment and smirk. Dimples and fucking everything. And then I gently kiss the part of his tummy just above his belt buckle and Luke's expression changes. And now he’s biting his lip and gently tickling my shoulder blades as I undo his belt. He makes this cute, little whimpering noise when I pop the buttons on his skinny jeans, and then whimpers louder when I pull them down and his ridiculously huge hard on (much bigger than I fucking expected) judders and pulsates before my eyes under the yellow material of his infamous Harry Potter boxer shorts. Fucking HELL! I gently squeeze his hard, throbbing dick through the soft cotton material and Luke groans loudly in the sexiest fucking manner. His hands run from my shoulders to my head and I literally feel like I’m melting as he softly ruffles my hair with his fingers. I gently kiss Luke’s boxer covered cock and he lets out another little groan. And then, with Luke’s fingers still playing with my hair, I gently grab the waistband of his boxer shorts and pull them down. I whisper, “Fuck!” as Luke’s cock is revealed. Because it just so happens to be the most perfect looking cock. I always knew Luke was packing from seeing him in his shiny blue posing trunks but Jesus - it’s just so damn fucking thick. And it’s considerably bigger than mine. The one part of Luke’s body that actually is. Which, for some reason, I strangely kind of love. I gently grip the base of his cock and he whimpers again. I look up and see his cute face looking down at me. I wanna worship Luke’s cock so fucking badly. I wanna see him squirm. Hear him moan and groan. I wanna make his fucking toes curl and see his beautiful eyes roll all the way back in his head. I smirk at Luke, before placing my lips around the head of his perfect cock and he releases his loudest groan yet. I dance my wet lips and tongue around the thick head and he groans louder still as I plunge down and swallow it into my mouth. He cries, “Oh God!” as I worship his cock with my mouth and tongue and his hands slip from my hair to my ears and he gently tickles them with his fingers, which I kind of fucking love. I take my lips away from Luke’s cock and look up at him. He gives me the cutest, coy grin as he continues to tickle my ears. There’s a part of me that’s wondering whether this whole thing is even real. Ten minutes ago Luke was telling me he didn’t know if he could trust me anymore and I was blocking him from leaving the room and now there’s this. Fucking this. I suddenly want to kiss him. So fucking badly. I move back up Luke’s bed and press my naked torso against his. He groans and grips on to my mass as I kiss him passionately, his hard cock digging into my jeans. “Fuck!” Luke whispers as we part lips, our foreheads still touching. His soft hands start to move down to my lower back, and then they brush the material of my belt and the denim of my jeans. And now his mouth is curling into a mischievous grin as his hand finds it way to my right arse cheek and I just know in that moment that Luke’s had the same kind of thoughts about my arse as I’ve had about his. My dick throbs as the sensation of Luke touching my arse cheek. I bite my lip and grin as I look him in the eyes. And now his hands are are undoing my belt buckle (fuck!), a slightly nervous look on his painfully cute face. He’s popping open the buttons on my jeans to reveal the bright red material of the Harry Potter boxer shorts he gifted to me yesterday and now he’s pulling them down and oh my fucking God. I whimper and groan and bury my head into Luke’s shoulder as he squeezes my hard, throbbing cock. I whimper into his shoulder, my lips against the oh-so soft skin of the boy I’m crazy about as he continues to explores my body for the first time. Luke looks at me, this mischievous fucking grin on his face as he gives my cock another squeeze. Fucking Grrrrr. He moves down the bed and helps me pull my jeans and boxers off until we’re both fully naked, me now lying flat on the bed, Luke’s head near my bottom half. He grips the base of my cock and squeezes, and then he looks up at me the sexiest fucking smirk. Fuck! I grip one of his shoulder blades with my one hand and, still looking me in the eyes, Luke puts his lips around the head of my cock and swallows it. Jesus. Fucking. Christ. I can’t believe his confidence. Where the hell has this come from? That look on his face. That fucking smirk! The way his wet lips and tongue expertly move around the head of my cock and then how he swallows my cock, making me groan as I gently place my hand on his hand. Okay, this boy definitely knows what he’s doing. He suddenly seems so confident and experienced. God it’s fucking sexy. I love the way his one hand is gently placed on my thigh. And now his other hand slips up to my abs as he continues to work my cock with his mouth. I tense my stomach muscles and they harden underneath Luke’s fingers and he groans in response and sucks harder still. Fuuuuck YES. I fucking love that Luke has that reaction to my flexed abs. And now, as he’s still worshipping my cock with his mouth, I suddenly want to flex every single one of my muscles for Luke. I want to see the look on his face as he squeezes the flexed mass of my obscenely muscular body. Every huge bump. Every crazy lump. Every freaky bulge. If he wants me to flex more I will. If he wants me to flex harder I’ll do it. My body is his. To feel and touch and lick and worship and OH FUCK - I’m getting closer. I’m squeezing Luke’s shoulder with one hand. Gripping his head with the other. My gorgeous Luke whose hand is still on my hard, bumpy abs as he sucks me harder still. My perfect Luke who I want to flex my muscles for so fucking badly and ... “LUKE!” I cry. He groans and sucks harder still and, “Oh God! I’m gonna CUM!” and oh .. my … fucking … GOD. It’s happening. I’m cumming. I’m fucking cumming! And I’m yelling. And groaning. And it’s like … “OH GOD! ARRGHHH!” … a million fucking stars are shooting from my body. And now I’m suddenly laughing. And I can hear Luke laughing too. My chest is heaving up and down. I’m trying to catch my breath. “Fucking HELL!” I cry as Luke moves up the bed. He slides his arm across my torso, his skin warm and sticky. I twist to the side and wrap my arm around his body. My head next to his on the pillow, Luke's face just inches from mine. This ecstatic, loving grin lighting it up. My whole body in a state of post orgasmic bliss. I can’t quite believe that just happened. That I’m allowed to look at Luke in the way I am. And touch him like I’m touching him right now. And that I can bring my face closer to his and kiss him gently and softly the way I’m suddenly doing. Luke whimpers into my mouth as he kisses me in return, his hands gripping onto my back as I squeeze his body tighter. Our arms wrapped around each other. Our stomach’s touching. Our legs intertwined. Luke’s soft, sticky skin against mine. God - it’s like our bodies just fit together. I kiss him harder and squeeze him as I feel his hard dick throb and push against my stomach. Fuck! And now I’m reaching my hand down and wrapping it around his ridiculously hard cock. Luke’s fingers dig into my back and he releases a muffled groan into my mouth in response. We part lips and he looks me in the eyes as I squeeze and tug on Luke’s cock. His hand slips to my upper arm and his mouth curls into the sexiest grin as he grips the unflexed muscle and I continue to play with his cock. And now I’m kissing him again and he groans into my mouth. It’s harder than before. My tongue intertwining with his. I’m not gonna let go of Luke’s lips. I’m not gonna take my tongue out of his mouth. Even if I start to feel him pull back, I’m not gonna release him from the kiss. I can feel Luke getting closer. He’s whimpering and groaning into my mouth and gripping my arm still as I continue to tug on his cock. The kissing has become harder and more intense. I can feel him pulling back but I just push my tongue against his even harder and he groans again. He’s gripping my huge arm tighter. He’s groaning more and more. I’m plunging on his cock harder. Bringing him closer to exploding with ecstasy. God I want him to cum. I want to see him explode. He’s groaning louder into my mouth, the kissing so hard and passionate and suddenly Luke’s body starts to shake and judder. He’s cumming. Luke’s fucking cumming. Groans of pleasure into my mouth. His fingers digging and squeezing into my mass. My stomach now wet. And now the shaking’s stopped and his chest is heaving up and down against mine as his body relaxes from his orgasm. And I finally release my tongue from Luke’s mouth and my lips from his and he pants and whimpers. “Fuck!” he whispers, his mouth curling into a blissed out grin. I smile back, press my forehead against his, close my eyes and squeeze his body tight. I know that’s everything changed now. And I know that there are things that still need to be said. About my deal with Johnny. How Luke feels about it. And about what just happened between us. But in this moment. I don’t know, I can’t help thinking that everything feels kind of perfect. Or as perfect as things can be. I open my eyes and Luke’s still looking at me with those beautiful, piercing blue eyes in such a loving and affectionate way. And then he starts to smile and there they are again. Those dimples he now knows I love so fucking much. And now I’m just staring into his eyes and smiling back. At my lovely, little Luke, who I finally get to kiss and touch in all the ways I've been dying to. The motherfucking daddy of all Woody and Luke moments.
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  12. Un poco de mi inspiracion en Toto...
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  13. Un poco de mi inspiracion en Toto...
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  14. We got back to the house, and i immediately passed out on the couch. I was way too tired to move on with any business i had to deal with. It was only about a good 45 min to an hour before I woke up. And i didn't wake up the way I wanted to... Grayson comes downstairs completely naked and decided i was sleep for long enough. Though I didnt see this, I could what was going on. He decided to grow his cock out inch by inch every 2 seconds. I heard his moaning and thought he was just jacking off in another room, since his moaning wasn't so loud this time. He waited till his cock got to 18 inches before finally yelling, "Ay Jack!" I was still to tired to be trying to do anything. "what...?" I say groaningly. (I'm pretty sure I made that shit up). "I'm horny again! So you 2 seconds!" Me, thinking i had to deal some bullshit again, I slightly opened my eyes and said "2 seconds for what...?" And the sight of his long and veiny cock slit dripping precum in my face, I could rell what he meant now. That moment I became wide awake. "HERE I CUM!!!!" And Grayson blows a massive load stronger than a firehose at my face. The Thing is it wasn't in shots either it was all one big shot that was fired for at least 10 seconds. "Alright, Alright (Coughing) I'm up." My face was covered in his jizz. "I'M NOT DONE YET! HHHHRRRRRGGGG!!!!!" As I struggle to stand up ge gets into his power up pose and his cock grows 6 more inches and gets even more veiny, which means he can take stronger shots. "IM GONNA CUUUUUUUMMMM!!!!" He blast his at me but this time its so powerful is blows across the room into a wall. I make a whole dent in the wall, and he keeps shooting his load on my whole body. "Gray... Gra... Grayson stop! Please!" "DON'T YOU KNOW HOW GOOD THIS FEELS?! I STILL GOT MORE CUM!!!!" His continuous shot gets even more powerful and my body makes a bigger dent in the wall. He continues this for 6 mins, which is my hell. He finally stops and shrinks his dick nack to normal size and I fall to the ground, coughing and gasping for air. "Sorry, I was just so horny just now" he said apologetically. "Youre always horny Grayson" i said with a stern face. "Anyway you talked to somebody on the phone. where is the wishirite going to?" I asked. "Somebody named Elliot in California" grayson says. "Alright then. Pack your stuff. We going to Cali"
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  15. Chapter 3 "So, you want to apply for the job? Seth asked. "Yeah." Eric replied, nodding his head. "I have my reasons." "And those would be?" Seth asked "Well," Eric began, saying. "I'm writing about what's it's like to work on a farm, for my college essay, so I'd need to know what all it takes to run a farm, the equipment used for the various tasks, what they are and what job they are used for, things like that. And I thought getting some hands on experience would help give me some better insight, so that I can write a good college essay. I need a job anyway, so I thought this would be perfect." Seth looked at Eric, up and down. After a moment he spoke up. "Are you sure you know what you're getting yourself into?" He asked, Eric, with an amused grin on his face. "This job can be very physically demanding, and I'm not quite sure if you're strong enough to handle it." Eric's felt a sick feeling in his stomach at that moment, because he felt like Seth was judging him by his appearance. Sure, Eric was not a muscle stud to the degree of what Seth was, but he was definitely not a weak man, by any means. Seth must have picked up on Eric's sudden change in mood, or seen something in his facial expression, for he suddenly said. "Just so you know. I'm not judging you, in any way, Eric, even if what I just said may have come off that way." Seth told him. "I'm just concerned, not for myself, but for you, because I don't want to see you hurt yourself, trying to prove yourself as a good worker. This job is very demanding and it's an every day thing. Even when you think the work is done for the day, you find out that it's not. There's always something to do, the next day. If something breaks, you fix it, as cheaply and as quickly as possible. There is a lot of responsibilities when it comes to running a farm. The work is never done." "I understand." Eric nodded. "And thanks for clarifying that. I do work out, and have, consistently, for the last 4 years, so I'm know I'm in good enough shape for the job, but I do understand that I may not be able to handle as much weight as you can, since you're bigger than I am." Seth chuckled, a bit. Then, he eyes moved up and down Eric's physique and he noticed that Eric was wearing a short sleeved shirt and a pair of boot cut denim jeans. He could see that Eric had really great looking muscle tone. "Well, from the looks of it, you are very fit, and you've done a great job getting in shape." Seth replied. "You should be proud of that." "Oh, I am." Eric said, nodding his head. "I didn't always look like this. I was an extremely skinny teenager, with no muscle tone at all. "I've worked my ass off, the last 5 years to get my body looking like it does now, and I'm really liking the results of it, so far." Seth nodded. But, before he could say anything else, the horse that he had been feeding suddenly, starting freaking out for some reason. He was kicking his hooves in the air, standing on his back legs. "Shit!" Seth exclaimed. "I'll be right back!" Seth ran over to the horse stall to try to calm the horse down. As he got to the fence, he was just in time to see a mouse scurrying away. He understood now what freaked the horse out. "Whoa!" Seth exclaimed. "Calm down, Boy! It's ok! It's ok!" Eric watched, as Seth attempted to calm the horse down, speaking to it, in a softer tone, holding the horse's head, in his hands, softly petting his nose again. In a few minutes, the horse was calm again. Eric took that moment to walk over to the stall. He stood, across from Seth, who was still petting the horse. "Seth, what happened?" Eric asked, in concern. "Why did he freak out like that, all of a sudden?' "I saw a mouse running away when I got over here." Seth explained. "He must have seen it and got spooked." Eric nodded, then frowned, wondering something. "Aren't all horses afraid of mice?" Eric asked. Seth shook his head. *Not all of them." Seth replied, as he stopped petting the horse. He pointed to the horse in the next stall down to the far left. "You see Max over there?" Eric looked over to where Seth was pointing. He could make out a black horse, in the stall, just standing there, looking over at them. Max isn't afraid of mice at all." Seth explained. "In fact, not much, spooks him." "He's a beauty!" Eric gushed. "So is this one. What's his name?" "Eli." Seth said, referring to the brown horse, who had a white stripe down the middle of it's forehead. "I love horses." Eric said, dreamily. "It's been a while since I've ridden one." "Really?" Seth asked. Then a thoughtful look crossed his face. "Do you want to go for a horseback ride?" He asked Eric. "I could give you a tour of the farm and let you see what all goes on around here. And then you can decide for sure if this is something you really want to do or not." Eric was amazed. He had spent not even twenty minutes with Seth, and he was already feeling a connection with him. He was surprised that Seth would have even offered to go on a horseback ride with him, considering that they had only just met each other, that morning. "But was he going to pass up an offer to go on a horseback ride with the handsome stud, in front of him?" Hell no! "Are you serious? Eric asked, his face lighting up. "I would love to!" "Alright!" Seth said, flashing Eric a smile that made him want to melt. "Step back, please? I'm going to let Eli out of his stall and get him saddled up for you." "Ok." Eric said, backing away a few steps. Seth opened the fence door to Eli's stall and grabbed his bridal to lead him out. Eric stood there, wide- eyed, as Seth walked Eli out of his stall and to the middle of the barn. He saw how big Eli was and how strong he looked. "Wow!" Eric said, in amazement. "I didn't realize how big he actually is, until now." Seth turned towards Eric, as he tied Eli's bridal to a fence post, securing it tightly. "Yeah, he's a big boy alright!" Seth said, with a sexy grin on his face. "He's also the easiest one to ride. Since he's so friendly, he lets anyone ride him." Seth then glanced over towards Max, who was watching them. Max, on the other hand," Seth said, a serious tone in his voice. "is very particular about who rides him. He usually only lets me or my mom ride him. He doesn't trust strangers right away. But if he feels he can trust you, and if he likes you, then he might let you ride him." But that remains to be seen." Eric nodded. He understood what Seth was telling him. Animals were no different than humans when it comes to trust. Seth turned and grabbed a saddle off of a nearby stand and gently put it over Eli's back. He slipped the straps through the belt loops and make sure each one was tightly and securely fastened. Then he tied Eli's bridal reign back to the post again. "Give me a second to get Max out and saddled and then we'll both lead the horses outside." Seth said, walking to Max's stall. Eric watched as Seth walked over to the stall and took in Seth's built muscular body, once again. He glanced at Seth's ass, as he strutted over to the stall. He took in the sexy man's V tapered torso, his perfectly sculpted triceps, back muscles, traps and delts. "God, he's so damn gorgeous." Eric thought to himself. "And his muscles! Damn!" Eric had always loved muscle ever since he was a young teenager in the 8th grade. It had later turned into a fetish for him, as he got older. He loved watching bodybuilders flexing and posing their muscles onstage. He'd always wondered what a bodybuilder's muscles felt like, and always wanted to have one flex for him, but that was something he hadn't done yet. Nobody knew about his fetish for muscles and muscle worship. Eric had never shared that with anybody. Not even his best friend, Amy, who knew he liked bodybuilders, but didn't know about his fetish for them. "But how do I talk about liking his muscles, without making him feel weirded out?" Eric wondered. "Ok, Max, we're going out for a ride, Boy!" Eric turned his head towards Seth, and saw him leading Max, out of his stall. And Seth had put his shirt back on again, but left it open. Then, Seth grabbed a second saddle off a nearby rack and started saddling up, Max. "Do you know how to ride a horse, Eric? Seth asked. "Oh, yeah!" Eric nodded. "I still know how. It's just been a few years since I've ridden a horse." Eric smiled as he remembered one of his favorite past times. "My Dad used to take me horseback riding, every summer when I was a kid, so I'm very familiar with horses." Eric said, to Seth, with a dreamy look on his face."I miss those times with my Dad." Eric looked over at Seth, at that moment and saw that he had a sad look on his face, as he finished saddling Max up. Are you, Ok?" Eric asked him, concerned. "Yeah, I'm fine." Seth said. "Let's get the horses outside." "Ok." Eric said, turning to unfasten Eli's bridal reign from the post. He began leading Eli outside the barn. Eric pulled Eli outside and turned to see Seth coming out of the barn with Max. Seth turned to Eric. "You see those trails?" Seth asked, pointing ahead of them, to their right. Eric could make out a trail that had been made by years of horseback riding, from the Lombardo family. Where it led, he didn't know. "Yeah." He said."What about them? "They lead out into the fields." Seth explained. "Some of the land is regular and the rest is the corn fields. We're going to head down that way. Are you ready?" "You betcha!" Eric said, in a very cheerful expression, which made Seth laugh. "Ok then!" Seth said, between his laughter. "Let's go!" Eric mounted Eli and watched as Seth mounted Max. They both then started riding towards the trails, side by side. As they rode, Eric took in the surroundings of the farm. He took notice of the chicken coop, a few feet from where the barn was. He could see the fences lining the pasture where the cattle were. He could see a Sable colored Collie, running around, herding the cattle. "Wow, look at that gorgeous Collie!" Eric said. He turned to Eric. "Is he yours?" "Yes, that's Cole." Seth said, nodding his head. "He looks after the cows, as well as the horses. And he looks out for the family." Eric grinned. "He sounds a lot like Lassie." Seth chuckled, as he looked over at Eric, who was grinning back at him. "Actually he's very much like Lassie." Seth replied. "He's very smart, and has a good feeling about people, and he always knows when something is wrong. When that happens, he comes and gets me, just like Lassie does, in all those tv shows and movies." Eric nodded. He knew just how intelligent Collie dogs were. As he was watching the dog running around, keeping the cattle in check. He wondered why the dog hadn't been at the house when he'd first arrived. "Hey man, can I ask you something?" Eric said to Seth. "Sure." Seth replied back. "What's up?" "How come Cole wasn't at the house to greet me when I arrived?" He had to have seen me coming?" "I have no doubt that he did." Seth told Eric. "But Cole is a working dog. He's not gonna come back to the house until about 8:00p.m. once his duties are fulfilled." Eric nodded. The two of them rode, silently. As they rode, Eric's thoughts wandered back to how Seth's face looked when he was talking about the good times he'd had with his Dad, as a kid, growing up. He wondered why it made him look sad. "Seth, I met your mom, earlier. She's a very nice, classy lady." "Thanks." Seth said, still looking ahead, as the two of them got closer to the fields area where they would unmount from the horses. "What about your, Dad, Seth?" Eric asked him. "Where is he?" At the moment, the look on Seth's face, made Eric regret that he'd even asked the question, for Seth looked sadder than he did earlier, when Eric was talking about his own father. "He's dead." Seth revealed, a catch in his voice. Eric was shocked. "Wow." Eric said, in a low voice. "I'm so sorry, Seth. I had no idea." "I know you didn't." Seth said, glancing at him. "It's ok." Eric thought he could see tears shining in Seth's eyes which made him want to hug him close and comfort him. But he knew he couldn't do that. He didn't know how Seth would react to that. "Well, here we are!" Seth suddenly said. Eric suddenly realized that they had made it to the fields. The two men unmounted their horses and tied them each to a fence post. Seth pointed to a tree where they both could sit, in the shade, to keep cool from the hot sun. "Let's sit under the tree, and I can interview you a bit more about the Job." "Alright, lead the way." Eric said to him. They both started walking towards the tree. Once they got there, they both sat down, under the tree. "So,' Seth began saying. "Tell me more about you. Where are you from?" "From here." Eric replied. " I was born and bred here in San Diego, California." "Ok." Seth said "And what about your folks? What do they do for a living?" 'Well my dad is a Carpenter and my mom works in Real Estate." Eric told him. Seth's eyebrows raised, when he heard that Eric's father was a Carpenter. "Oh, so does that mean you know how to fix things." Seth asked. "Sure!" Eric said, smiling at him. "I learned a lot from my dad, growing up. I helped him build a house one summer a few years back. I wasn't allowed to go near any of the dangerous saw machines, but I am very good with a hammer and nails, so I can do the basics when it comes to fixing things." "Alright, so that's a point in your favor." Seth said. "Can you operate a tractor?" "Well, yeah, one of the smaller ones you would use to mow grass." Eric said. "But if you mean operating one of the bigger types like you would here on the farm, then no. I've never learned to drive a really big one." "Well it's not too hard." Seth said to him. "I could teach you." Eric's face brightened at that. "But I'm still concerned about your physical strength."Seth added. "You appear to be in very good shape, but you also have to remember that you'll be lifting heavy bales of hay very often, since we band and store it for feed for the horses." "Oh, well, I don't think you have to worry too much about that." Eric reassured him. "I used to be a gymnast, so I'm stronger than you think. And I've hit the gym, consistently, the last 5 years." "What can you benchpress?" Seth asked, curiously. "About 200 lbs." Eric told him. Seth looked very impressed. He then confirmed it. "Very impressive." Seth said to Eric. "Let's see you flex a bicep" Eric flexed his bicep and showed it off to Seth. He was surprised when Seth reached out and wrapped his fingers around it and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Very nice." Seth. " Your tone and definition is great. Now, check out these guns!" Then, Seth removed his hand and flexed his biceps much to Eric's shock, and delight! Now, Eric had seen how big Seth's biceps were in his fantasy, but seeing them flexed up close was even more surreal because they looked even bigger than they did in his fantasy. "You can feel my biceps if you want, Eric." Seth ordered, grinning at him. Eric was frozen in place, not sure what to do at that moment. All he could was stare, in awe, at the huge, amazing, biceps that were flexed before his eyes.
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  16. Hello all. Found this story on an old computer. If I remember correctly, it was inspired by a story about the wrestler Scott Steiner taking on a bodybuilder from the 80’s. I can picture the bodybuilder, but for the life of me I can’t remember his name. Anyway, here’s my story inspired by the theme. It’s way over the top and fantastical. It’s unfinished so feel free to add (and share) your own ending. Wrestler vs. Bodybuilder Scott Samson made his way to the ring with his trademarked air of utter confidence. Standing in the ring, shaking himself out, the renowned professional wrestler glared at the entryway, awaiting his opponent as he removed his robe to reveal skin tight, mid thigh length black lycra shorts. The man was massive. His fans roared their approval when he unveiled his hugely muscular physique. They could hardly wait for the spectacle of this huge man flexing and posing. His signature post introduction routine always drove his fans into a frenzy. This special exhibition match was going to be unique. Samson, arguably the greatest wrestler ever to prowl the squared circle, would be taking on one Matthew Robert Horn. Horn was bodybuilding's current Mister Olympia and had won that title consecutively more than any man in history. To make things even more interesting, The massive Mr. Horn was fresh off winning one of the year's major grand champion titles in Mixed Martial Arts, the first professional bodybuilder ever to do so. Horn appeared and a stunning sight he was. He appeared to be in the best shape a human specimen could be in, even bigger than most fans remembered. He wore black and yellow striped, square-cut posers and nothing else aside from a black, rubber wrist band with the slogan “No such thing as too big!” printed in yellow letters. Almost as wide as he was tall, the first thing that dropped jaws was the size of his upper arms. He had an enormous overall build, but his arms stuck out in particular, the triceps and biceps bulging out without even flexing them. His signature single biceps pose was so awe inspiring that it had earned him the nickname “Matterhorn” in the elite professional bodybuilding circles. Horn stepped into the ring and the two opponents glared at each other as the ring announcer made the introductions. Samson raised both his arms in a double biceps pose and as he’d expected, the fans roared their approval as the two guns peaked into their full physical majesty. Horn didn't flinch. He slowly raised his right arm and flexed his own massive biceps. A hush came over the crowd as the mass of his biceps and the thickness of the triceps combined to make an unbelievable sight. Horn smirked at Samson for having the nerve to keep flexing in the face of such sheer muscle size and power. Horn moved his forearm back and forth, accentuating his muscle and turning his wrist to add to the definition, expanding that massive forearm in the process. Samson continued flexing and the ref appeared in the ring, a tape measure trailing behind him. "Looks like these two have something to prove.” The fans loved this and roared with approval, the prospect of these two behemoths engaged in a flex off prodded them out of the stupor that the shock of Horn’s sheer size had put them into. The ref placed the tape measure around Horn's right bicep. The big bodybuilder steadied his flex at maximum so that the ref could get an accurate reading. The referee’s eyes went wide with shock. After a moment of being struck speechless, he managed to read the measurement aloud: “Twenty-four inches”. These were wrestling fans. Samson was their guy, but the sheer mass of Horn’s biceps stunned the crowed. Many were shaking their heads in disbelief. The silence was broken by Samson. He said nothing, merely clapping his hands slowly in mock applause as he smirked at Horn. The big blond wrestler then raised his left arm but rather than flex that massive biceps right away, he merely snapped his fingers to get the ref’s attention. Tearing his attention from Horn, the ref moved to measure Samson's left biceps which loomed huge even relaxed. Samson turned his wrist in and his forearm bulged huge with thick veins everywhere. He brought his wrist out straight and then flexed that muscle up high and huge. The ref wrapped the tape around the wrestler’s bulging upper arm and carefully took its measure. “I don’t believe it Ladies and gentlemen, Twenty-four huge inches!”, the referee shouted. “The Matterhorn has met his match!”. The crowd erupted in a frenzy of cheers and applause! Samson merely raised an eyebrow as he directed his gaze from his flexing biceps to Horn who was gaping at Samson's arm, then back at his own. “I-It’s as big as mine?!” Horn stammered, clearly shocked that a mere wrestler had been able to match him. “A tie”. He said, absolutely stunned. Samson’s expression changed to a slight knowing grin. “Nah, ties are boring.” Bearing down, Samson forced his biceps to bulge still larger. The tape measure slipped in the ref’s fingers from twenty-four to twenty-four and one quarter! Twenty-four and one half! Twenty-four and three quarters! When that awesome arm reached Twenty-five massive inches, Horn's jaw dropped. He slowly lowered his own arm, no longer eager to see the enormous muscle he’d spent years sweating for in the gym get ever more dwarfed in comparison to Samson’s As the wrestler’s biceps just continued to bulge larger, Horn shook his head in abject disbelief. “You’re...HUGE!” Blurted the big bodybuilder. He then glanced around, embarrassed that in his shock he’d exclaimed his awe aloud. Samson smirked at Horn’s dumbfounded remark and brought his right arm up, going into a double biceps pose. “Matterhorn, say hello to a couple of Mount Everests.” He laughed with smug satisfaction as he continued pumping those mountainous muscles larger, the tape measure reading inexorably increasing as Samson flexed. Twenty-five and one quarter! Twenty-five and one half! Twenty-five and three quarters! Twenty-six! Samson’s mighty arm was utterly dwarfing that of an Olympia class bodybuilder! Its sheer mass was making Horn feel queasy. He felt himself sway unsteadily on his feet. He had to concentrate to maintain his balance as he wiped at the cold sweat that had broken out on his brow. Samson smiled as he surveyed the massive peak that was straining the referee’s measuring tape . “Think I’ll stop right there. Looks like I'm making the muscleman go a little bit green around the gills, wouldn't want to make him faint dead away before the match even starts”. Deafening cheers drowned out the announcer who was attempting to call the measurements. The announcer moved for the mic. "And your winner, Scott Samson with 26 inches!” The crowd went wild as the announcer continued, "We know who's bigger now, how's about we find out who’s stronger”. Through his astonishment, an explanation for Samson’s impossible mass suddenly occurred to Horn. He'd seen it all in his career, the myriad of ways unscrupulous competitors used artificial shortcuts to achieve fake gains. Samson must have cheated his way to such implausible massiveness. Whether it was implants or some kind of injectable, Horn didn't know. The technique might have been flawless but faking size was one thing, strength was a different story. Horn was determined to crush Samson’s superficial bulk, arm to arm. He'd show this preening faker the power within true, hard earned muscle. The crowd roared their approval. The ref had an armwrestling table brought into the ring. As soon as it was set up the two muscle gods charged the table and crashed their mighty guns together. Samson pressed ahead three inches and Horn pushed him back to center. Horn tried an offensive thrust but Samson didn't budge, a big smile on his face as he held Horn, at bay. Horn sneered. “Get ready to have that stupid smile wiped off your face. I'm gonna give you until the count of three, then I’m going to snap this puny, puffed up arm of yours like the little twig it really is!” Samson smirked. “Not sure a muscle-head like you can count that high, so allow me.” Samson began to count aloud. "One", he called and he pressed Horn’s gigantic arm four inches past the neutral position. Horn’s mighty arm flexed to new heights as he struggled to regain lost ground but he couldn’t budge Samson’s enormous arm. "Two", Samson took Horn down 4 more inches, four inches closer to defeat, like the other man wasn’t even there, even as he increased his mighty effort to resist Samson’s powerful onslaught. Horn’s arm began to tremble, every vein and fiber of muscle present on the big bodybuilder’s arm was visibly straining in an all out effort to resist Samson. At that instant, Horn’s biceps seemed beyond the size that any human muscle should be able to attain. But Samson’s big, rock-steady, mountain of a muscle totally absorbed all the incredible power Horn’s massive, straining biceps could muster. Samson grinned cooly. Then, he flexed his mighty biceps up to new heights. The sheer size of it was astounding and the move demonstrated that he had been able to drive Horn to the verge of defeat with only a fraction of his biceps true power. Horn’s biceps quivered and quaked with strain as it was utterly dwarfed by Samson’s even larger muscle. Eyes wide, Horn could only shake his head in disbelief. In all his years of bodybuilding, he had never seen an arm so huge. He'd been sure such size couldn't be real. But the wrestler’s strength was all too real. He knew what was coming. “Three.” Samson declared and with almost casual ease, he finished Horn off, slamming his arm to the table with a loud thud that seemed to reverberate throughout the stadium. Samson’s huge biceps had put Matt`s massive peak down for the count, literally. "Your winner…..Scott Samson!" The ref lifted Samson's arm in Victory for the crowd’s approval. Humiliated, Horn hurled the table aside and charged. He was going to enjoy taking this smug bastard apart with his peerless MMA abilities. The two opponents started trading blows. And not just any blows. These were mountain crushing roundhouse rights that came fast and furious, each opponent alternately delivering one to the other. First Samson’s massive, balled fist plowed into Horn’s thick chest with a resounding thump. Then Horn let fly in return with his own haymaker that landed against Samson’s chiseled abs with a teeth rattling thud. A huge one from Samson pummeled Horn’s abs in return. Horn shook it off with a grunt and his careening fist pounded Samson’s bulging pecs with a sound like a sonic boom. Feeling his battle lust rise, Samson laughed heartily as his powerful body shrugged off Horn’s punches. He focused attention on that perfectly developed bodybuilder chest of Horn’s, wanting to pit himself against the muscleman’s strongest attribute. The two titans continued to take each other’s measures with probing punches, testing for weaknesses that could be exploited. Horn decided that it was time to take the wind out of Samson’s sails. Clasping both hands together into a club-like double-fist, he brought down a devastating blow just above Samson’s solar plexus. The plan was to stagger his opponent with the devastating hit, then follow up by pounding his vulnerable midsection, reducing him to a breathless sitting duck to be finished off at Horn’s leisure. Instead, Horn’s opening punch merely bounced off Samson’s chest as the wrestler anticipated Horn, flexing his pecs into the incoming punch. Those granite-hard muscles deflected Horn’s fists, the recoil causing the bodybuilder to stagger backwards. Horn struggled and managed to recover his balance enough to follow up with his planned assault on Samson’s exposed eight-pack but the way all his power had just bounced off Samson’s thick pecs unsettled Horn. The wrestler had to be putting up a front. No one could absorb such a blow without feeling it. Horn roared with fury as his powerful right found its mark, pounding Samson’s abs. Still roaring, Horn pressed his assault, landing one devastating punch after another against Samson’s gut. It was like punching a brick wall, but given enough time, Horn knew that even a brick wall would crumble before the titanic muscular power he’d worked so hard in the gym to acquire. Horn looked up to make sure Samson didn’t slip in a lucky punch and interrupt the rhythm of his onslaught. Horn expected to see Samson’s face contorted with pain, his limbs flailing uncontrollably as he was battered so relentlessly. To his shock, he was met by a big grin of amusement as Samson stood tall, bouncing massive pecs that made even Horn’s renowned chest development suffer by comparison. “Careful there Matt. Ya never know when I might decide to flex the old beer gut. Wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.” Horn struggled not to show his shock at Samson’s imperviousness to his punches. ‘Beer gut?’ Samson was mocking him, he may have been a mere wrestler but the man had abs that could hold their own on any bodybuilding contest stage in the world. And what did he mean ‘might decide to flex’, Horn wondered as he reluctantly marveled at Samson’s mid-section. Those abs...those obliques, the way his fists were beginning to throb with pain as his mightiest punches bounced impotently off them....Samson had to be at full flex. “Not...gonna psych me out. No way you can take much more of this.” Horn growled as he intensified his attack, strengthening his punches and increasing the speed with which they came. Samson's face changed, the grin was gone, replaced by cold glare. “Not calling me a liar now, are ya Matt?” When Horn drew back for his next punch, Samson put both massive arms behind his head and with a sneer of contempt at Horn’s puny punches, he crunched down hard, flexing his abs into super-defined columns of muscle that looked like a wall of cinder blocks. But cinder blocks would have yielded more beneath Horn’s fist. Horn’s battle roar transmuted to a howl of pain as his hand nearly shattered against Samson’s abs. Horn clutched his battered fist as Samson held his pose, flexing his impervious abs. The cocky wrestler even gyrated his hips, taunting Horn. “Why are you stopping muscleman? Thought you said this ole boy’s Bud belly couldn't take it. Surely you’re not gonna wimp out just because of a few bruised knuckles.” Horn gulped at the diamond hard cuts of muscle undulating powerfully over every inch of Samson’s midsection. He fumed at the patronizing way Samson kept using phrases like beer gut and Bud belly to describe abs that put Horn’s own to shame. “Or maybe you’re just mulling over some advice to give me; help me whip this gut into shape like you muscle show boys do.” The bodybuilder’s face burned red at the wrestler’s condescension. Even though Horn was currently in peak contest condition, his hyper-trained abs looked soft and barely defined compared to Samson’s astoundingly ripped abdominal display. Horn was becoming almost mesmerized by the wrestler’s undulating abs and obliques. The crowd was going wild. Samson seemed as though the cheers were a charge of electricity. He landed one of his own punches and Horn flailed back. “Snap out of it, boy, you're starting to drool.” Horn drew back to retaliate but Samson swatted away the punch with ease. His name was being shouted from the entire arena. He landed two quick, easy jabs, one to the right side of Horn’s square jaw and followed up by a left, the perfectly executed hits whipped Horn's head from one side to the other. Horn's arms fell to his sides. “Down goes your guard.” Samson narrated with a smirk and two more jabs that left Horn's body swaying unsteadily. “And there goes your balance.” Samson’s precise jabs seemed effortless, as though designed only to demonstrate his precision. But their power devastated Horn. “I could knock you out cold with these little love taps but I'm guessing this crowd wants me to show off a little.” Samson decided to put more raw power into a punch. “Let’s see how them mighty pecs stand up to a punch with a little more oomph.” Stomping the canvas like an enraged bull might paw at the dirt, he charged at Horn and let him have a haymaker of a right directly to the bodybuilder’s muscular, prize winning chest. The sheer power of it lifted Horn off his feet, catapulting his big frame into the ropes. The big bodybuilder struggled not to pass out from the devastating concussive force. He had never imagined that his mightily muscled body could be hurled through the air with such ease by one single blow. How could this buffoonish wrestler turn out to be so impossibly powerful. In perfectly timed anticipation, as if to confirm Horn’s fear of being out of his league, Samson planted his feet, put his hands behind his back and flexed his chest and abs into a wall of rippling muscle. The ropes had slingshotted the hapless Horn back toward the waiting wrestler and the big bodybuilder thumped into Samson’s muscles as he flexed them. Incredibly, Horn bounced off that wall of flexing muscles and back toward the ropes. His ears ringing and his vision blurring from the force of the impact. Samson charged closer and when the helpless, disoriented Horn careened off the ropes once more, he was again driven into Samson, who again flexed his pecs, bouncing Horn back into the ropes. Samson now stood toe to toe with Horn hemming him in against the ropes and with nothing more than the flexing of his mighty pecs and an expert sense of timing, Samson was pec-bouncing Horn senseless, hammering the bodybuilder into the ropes only to have them rebound Horn back against his flexing pecs over and over. Complete chaos erupted in the stands as the huge muscleman was bounced back and forth with each of Samson’s flexes like Horn was little more than a plastic ping pong ball. Being pummeled helpless by the immense power generated by the mere flexing of Samson’s thick pulsating pecs broke Horn’s will. “H-how can he be doing this to me? He’s gonna pound me to pulp...just by f-flexing”. There could be no doubt. The wrestler had him powerfully, even frighteningly outmanned, overpowered and outmuscled. Horn knew he had to get the ref’s attention, he had to concede before Samson killed him. But he was at the mercy of the wrestler’s mighty flexing pecs. Samson was watching Horn’s eyes closely as he effortlessly and repeatedly bounced the big bodybuilder off his pecs. When he saw the look of defeat there, Samson clamped a bearhug onto Horn on his next impact. He stepped back toward center ring with the dazed muscleman as he spoke close to his ear in order to be heard over the crowd. “Thinking about tapping out, muscleman? You wimp out on me and I’m gonna find you after the bout and I’m gonna stretch out on my back and instead of bouncing you off the ropes I'm gonna bounce you into the stratosphere, then into orbit.” As if to prove he could do it, Samson performed a slowly building flex of his pecs as he spoke that made Horn’s eyes go huge with disbelief. “Y-yer pecs…” Horn wheezed. “...crushing...me.” “Aw, I’m barely flexing, runt. Now man up and pay attention. Stay in the match and you stay alive. Got it? Otherwise I show you what happens when I flex these pecs for real.” Eyes wide with fear and awe, Horn nodded his obedience. “J-just please...stop f-flexing.” “Good boy.” Samson grinned and as a reward he briefly relaxed those dominating pecs. “Now, where were we? You made me lose count.” He released Horn but immediately pulse flexed his pecs, hurling the stunned bodybuilder across the ring into the ropes yet again, then bolted after him. The ropes stretched to an an almost cartoonish degree as the sheer power of Samson’s flexing chest drove Horn’s body into them with such force that the turnbuckles groaned with the strain. Unfortunately for Horn, the ring held together and the ropes snapped back, whipping him violently back toward center ring. He could see Samson sprint to a stop, halting his hugely muscled frame on a dime at the edge of the ring with a frightening degree of controlled athleticism for such a massive man. Clasping his hands behind his waist, Samson arched his back and presented those massive pecs as he waited for the impact of the hapless bodybuilder against them, a devilish smirk on his face just barely visible over the huge muscular display. “NO!” Pleaded the world renowned bodybuilder in the split second before, with practiced precision, Samson flexed into Horn’s impact. The thick torsos of the two men slammed together. Horn’s pecs slammed into Samson’s, flattening against the wrestler’s thicker, broader chest muscles which were expanding toward him. That explosive muscular expansion hammered Horn through the air like a baseball being blasted off the bat of a hall of fame slugger. Grinning, Samson alternately flexed each pec in an intimidating, rapid fire display as he watched the terrified, barely conscious bodybuilder ricochet off the ropes and hurtle back toward him. Samson bounced the Multiple Olympia title winner until Horn began to lose consciousness. "Gotta say Matt, I'm a little disappointed here." Samson sighed, as the repeated impacts of Horn against his unyielding pecs failed to even register as perturbations in his voice. "Didn't think I would have you this out-manned." Samson stopped bouncing his pecs, then with a big grin, flexed into a double biceps pose as Horn thudded to a stop against his chest and then crashed to the mat in front of him like a collapsing building. "Ohhhh!" groaned the announcer as he vicariously absorbed the punishment that Horn was receiving. You couldn't hear anything in that arena because of the sonic boom roar from the crowd and Samson's name being called out from every corner. The announcer tried to shout a commentary over the pandemonium but failing to be amplified over the thunderous ovation, gave up. Fans were even posing in a mock-Samson pose in the stands as well as giving Samson the applause of his life. Horn, meanwhile, breathed in the grit of the canvas as his face was ground into the mat from his massive frame crashing down. He couldn’t believe the power of Samson. Horn was arguably the most muscular bodybuilder on the planet, but Samson had pummeled him senseless just by flexing. As if to confirm his muscular superiority, Samson was hitting a flawless side-biceps pose as the ref ran around the ring pushing photographers away who had climbed up on the ring apron. Horn manage to sit up. Samson noticed and decided that he’d had enough posing. He moved to Horn and reached down for a handful of Horn's hair which he used as a handle to raise his dazed opponent to his feet. Horn returned his gaze with an open mouth and glassy eyes. “You’re tougher than I thought.” Releasing his hair, Samson held Horn’s eyes with a confident glare as the bodybuilder swayed unsteadily on his feet. Samson bounced the pecs he’d just used to devastate the big bodybuilder. “What I just did to you by bouncing these big boys was just a warm up, though. Ready for the main event?” Samson struck that unmatchable double biceps pose he was famous for. Horn swooned as those biceps towered over him. His eyes rolled back and his trembling body crashed back to the mat, his face eating dust again. Samson turned to the audience, giving them the best possible view of his unmatchable guns. “Guess I got too much muscle for the muscleman, huh.” He flashed a white-toothed grin as the crowd roared anew. The ref took to the center ring with his mic, trying to restore order. "I think Horn has had it, ladies and gentleman. Samson has, so far, out-muscled and out-gunned Horn!", shouted the announcer, relieved at being heard again over the din. "I've never seen Horn look like that! Samson is just too much for him!" The fans were in agreement as they shouted in approval. Samson agreed as well, and he continued flexing for the cheering crowd. Horn was showing signs of consciousness again. Again, Samson assisted the groggy Horn to his feet wasting no time, he sent him careening into the ropes. Planting his feet squarely in the center of the ring as he’d done when bouncing the muscleman off his pecs earlier, he waited as Horn rebounded. This time Samson raised his thick 26" gun, flexed quickly, then charged the oncoming Horn. The massive Samson arm clotheslined Horn and he flipped him into the air where he spun through 360 degrees! Samson kept his arm in the clothesline position and Horn fell from the air to land, draped across it with the giant biceps peak driving into his gut. Samson bent his arm at the elbow and flexed. In defense, Horn flexed his abdomen against the motion, abs against biceps. Biceps won. As his overmatched abs collapsed, Horn feared he was about to be snapped in half by Samson’s bulging arm. But Samson whipped the gasping man around into a bearhug. As he’d done with his abs, Horn desperately flexed his pecs against Samson’s chest to defend against their crushing mass. Samson smirked at Horn’s puny effort. He slowly increased the flexing of his unstoppable pecs as he spoke. “We already know you don’t stand a chance against a real man’s chest, don’t we runt?” Samson’s point was reinforced by the relentless way his bulging pecs were flattening Horn’s chest, considered one of the greatest in the sport of bodybuilding, but totally outclassed by the mighty wrestler. “I said ‘don’t we runt’!” Samson shouted, ramping up the bulging expansion of his pecs. Horn felt his torso being deformed painfully as it conformed to the rock-hard curves of Samson’s burgeoning chest. “Y-yes,” gurgled Horn. “please...y-your chest. Can’t...breath…” Samson laughed. “Well, well, well. I guess it’s time for the best chest in bodybuilding, to say hi to the best biceps in wrestling.” Relaxing his mighty flexing pecs, the wrestler rotated the bodybuilder in his bearhug so that Samson’s right biceps was bulging directly against the center of Horn’s battered pecs. “Flex ‘em up, boy.” Samson goaded as he began to tense his right biceps against Horn’s chest. “But your b-biceps, I...I can’t win.” Duval virtually groveled. “You're...too much…” But he flexed down as hard as he ever had in his life, afraid of defying Samson’s command. His thick pecs bunched up into a rock-hard shield against the slowly flexing peak of Samson’s impossibly massive right biceps. “Tell ya what, wimp, I’m gonna give you a fighting chance here. Not gonna squeeze ya, just gonna drive my fist into my palm and flex. All you gotta do is contend with a little bit of bulging from the flexing of my biceps.” Horn gulped with something like relief as he felt Samson’s bearhug go slack. With a glimmer of hope, he flexed his chest even harder, maybe he could still show Samson what a world class bodybuilder was made of. Neither the relief nor the hope lasted very long. Samson tensed both biceps and Horn’s eyes opened wide in sheer awe. The wrestler’s left biceps expanded at his back. It felt like being pressed against a giant unyielding anvil. The hammer was Samson’s massively peaked right biceps. The iron of Horn’s desperately flexing pecs was overwhelmed instantly. Horn managed a desperate, breathless groan of pain as he was slowly crushed between those impossibly hard, huge biceps. “What’s the matter Matt? Stuck between a rock…” Somehow Samson flexed his guns even larger, “...and a hard place?” Horn felt his ribs all but fracture, but he couldn’t make a sound at this point. As Horn began to pass out, Samson relented. “Yeah! Biceps win, huh, Matt?” He cradled the swooning bodybuilder in his left arm as he flexed up his right in a single biceps pose. He then draped Horn over his flexing arm again and began to pulse flex the giant muscle up and down. Horn’s entire body rose and fell along with Samson’s flexes. Samson noted Horn’s silence. “What, not convinced? You wanna try again?” The idea of that terrified the gasping bodybuilder. He shook his head desperately and finally managed to speak. “Buh-Biceps...w-win.” He concurred. “Biceps...win.” He repeated to make absolutely sure his surrender was understood. “YEAH they do.” Samson crowed, nodding his head. He seemed to be saying "Oh, I’m not through toying with this wimp." Plucking Horn From his flexing biceps, he slung the huge man over his shoulder and then pressed him overhead, using the massive bodybuilder like an exercise barbell, Samson pumped him up and down with absolute ease. Manhandling Horn’s mass with no sign of strain, Samson brought the bodybuilding champion around in front of his chest and, maintaining his grips at Horn’s left knee joint and neck, Samson started curling him for rep after rep. Samson never showed the slightest sign of slowing or tiring, but the motion alone was enough to make his 26 inch biceps pump up to their unbelievable max. Samson seemed to grow frustrated with the lack of challenge presented by curling Horn like an oversized dumbbell. “C’mon Matt, you need to put on some real muscle. It’s like curling with a toothpick .” Samson hoisted Horn high overhead with one arm and then slammed him bodily to the mat like a discarded paper cup. The impact bounced the ref off the canvas. He managed to come down on his feet but he had to steady himself on the ropes. Samson scooped up Horn like a ragdoll. He wedged the struggling man’s head between his left biceps and forearm, then climbed to the second rope at one corner of the ring. Samson stood balancing against the top rope and suspended Horn over the crowd by hitting a single biceps pose and dangling the muscleman with his head still trapped by that flexing biceps. Horn clawed at Samsons steely arm, trying to free his head as his feet flailed in the air. “Aww, that big mean ole muscle too hard on your poor noggin?” Samson teased. He grabbed Horn by the neck and held the man high, showing him off like a trophy. When the cheering this induced died down, the wrestler flexed his mighty right biceps once again. The crowd cheered more. They never seemed to get enough of those god-like arms. Then Samson folded Horn almost gently over his flexed arm. With a mighty grunt of effort he flexed his right biceps with such speed and power that the explosively expanding muscle catapulted the defeated bodybuilder high into the air. Laughing, Samson watched Horn fall back toward him. He flexed up his left biceps and twisted at the waist so that Horn crashed back down onto that mass of bulging muscle. “Gotcha!” Samson called out as Horn’s big frame slammed into the even bigger muscle, where the bodybuilder once again lay limp, folded over the wrestlers arm. The feat stunned the crowd to silence. It didn’t seem possible to be so far above other men in sheer size and strength. There was a single sound that could be heard in the awed silence. “No...m-more.” Pleaded Horn as he slapped weakly at the wrestler’s huge biceps. “S-someone...someone...help me.” Samson laughed. “Who’s gonna help you, runt? One of yer muscleman pals?” The wrestler flexed his left biceps again with unimaginable speed and force. The bodybuilder was hurled high again almost to the ceiling of the facility before plummeting back down to thump bodily against the wrestlers insanely powerful flexing right biceps. “Bring ‘em on, I say. The more the merrier.” They watched in awe as Samson flexed again and again, bouncing an Olympia worthy bodybuilder from one mighty biceps to the other like a child toying with a rubber ball. “Might be fun pumpin’ these big ole biceps like this, only juggling you and Priest and Wheeler and Yates. HAW HAW, now THAT might even be a challenge. See how many of you Olympia types I can keep in the air at once.” At this point the crowd was actually starting to flee the arena out of fear. The ref was watching Horn bounce off Samson’s biceps repeatedly in a stunned trance, oblivious to the pleading, half conscious looks the helpless bodybuilder managed to affect after each impact with one of those omnipotent muscles just before being heaved skyward to new heights by the next unstoppable flex. Finally, Horn slammed into the multi story high roof of the arena after one of Samson’s phenomenal biceps flexes. “Oops.” said Samson with an almost sheepish grin. “As tempting as blasting you through the roof might be,” Samson explained as Horn’s huge but limp body slammed back down onto his massively peaked left biceps. “the owner is a pal of mine.” “P-please…” Horn managed, gasping for breath. “I’ll do...anything. Just...no more.” Samson laughed, flexing his left biceps larger and sending Horn higher. “I think it’s safe to say that I got the muscle to make you do what I want, with or without your cooperation.” He reached with his free arm and grabbed Horn, wrapping a thick, powerful hand around the traumatized bodybuilder’s neck and lifting him off that mountainous biceps. Samson wrapped his arms around Horn and pulled him against his bulging chest. “So your offer don't mean much, does it?” Horn was in no position to argue the point. At his back, forearms like sequoia pinned him against the impossibly huge, muscular expanse that was Samson’s pecs, while on either side of him, like massive planets poised to collide, the wrestler’s gargantuan biceps threatened to pulp him between them with the merest flex. “Please.” Horn pleaded, gasping. He was aware of his powerfully developed chest rising and falling as he struggled to catch his breath. The mere sight of this never failed to elicit slack-jawed stares of awe in the gym after an intense session. But against Samson’s vastly thicker, denser pecs, his frantically heaving chest was like the beating of butterfly wings against the steel hull of a battleship. “Your muscles...you’re super...human. I never...had a chance.” Samson tensed his pecs ever so slightly. Horn’s body was compressed between those two burgeoning slabs of muscle. “Guess you shouldn’t have challenged me then, huh muscleboy?” Horn struggled futilely to free himself, but Samson responded to the big bodybuilder’s efforts by flexing those awesome pecs to such massive proportions that Horn’s entire torso began to be wedged into the cleavage between them. “NO! God no! I'm...stuck between...you gotta stop.” Horn pounded futilely against the surging, titanic slabs of muscle that were Samson’s unstoppable pecs. “You...can’t keep flexing bigger...you’ll flatten me!” Laughing, Samson released the bearhug and placed his hands on his hips, holding Horn in place between his pecs with nothing more than the crushing force of his flexing chest. “Flatten you? Such a drama queen for one of the mightiest pro muscle dudes on the planet.” Samson grinned wickedly as he continued flexing those mountainous pecs slowly larger. “
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