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  1. muscleaddict

    AJ & Noah

    Next chapter! I had the idea to reference all of the bodybuilders from my "Charlie's Secret" story when I was writing this story. Blaine Holton, Tommy Foster and Chris "Freaky Peaks" Jackson have all been mentioned a few times already. The last two are briefly mentioned here. Justin Hughes is one of them. The other is the cute-as-fuck, scrunchy faced bodybuilder in the golden posers, who didn't have a name in Charlie's Secret but was nicknamed "Mr Golden Posers". Thirteen “So, I’ve been thinking about your style of posing for when you compete!” I was lying on my bed exchanging Facebook messages with AJ on my phone. It had been two days since our second trip to Scorpio’s. After which he’d unexpectedly invited me to his house and I’d ended up sitting next to him on his bed watching Netflix and discussing the various muscle freaks stuck to his bedroom wall. I had barely been able to think about anything else since. “My posing style?” I messaged back. “Yep! After Mark Green’s helped you overcome your shyness, of course!” “Hehe! I’m listening!” “So, I can’t picture you being really cocky! Opening your mouth wide, grunting, groaning, roaring at the audience, that kind of thing.” Fuck! My cock was suddenly rock hard. “You’re a bit too much of a nice guy for that.” I couldn’t resist sending the emoji with the blushing face, while simultaneously feeling like I wanted to melt into my mattress. Or into AJ’s obscenely huge arms. Whichever, really. “But I definitely think you’d show a bit of attitude. What with being a huge, shredded muscle freak and all.” “Ummmm. HELL YEAH!” I replied, with the flexed bicep emoji. “Hehe! But I think you’d be more cheeky than cocky. I’ll give you some examples.” As was usual whenever I was talking to AJ, I literally could not stop smiling. “So, you could cheekily scrunch your face up, like “EEEEEE!” as you crank out an abs and thighs.” And then he sent me a picture of a cute-as-fuck bodybuilder in a pair of the hottest golden posers, crunching down on the most phenomenally sliced abs, his eyes jammed tight shut and his whole face animatedly scrunched up as he flexed with effort and joy. “That is one scrunchy little monkey!” I replied, my hard on pressing against my bed. “HAHA! Yep! Or you could cheekily stick your tongue out like this…” A picture of a bodybuilder I was very well acquainted with was suddenly filling up the screen of my phone. Twenty five year old American boy wonder Justin Hughes, who was just about the cutest fucking thing to ever pick up a dumbbell. Even his jug ears were adorable. And even reminded me of AJ’s a little. He wasn’t exactly in monster territory, but he was in insanely shredded condition. His quads looked especially crazy in the picture AJ had sent me, as he squeezed out a crab most muscular pose, while, yep, sticking out his tongue in the cheekiest fashion imaginable. Much like AJ had been in the picture of himself stuck to his bedroom wall. “I can picture me doing that!” I messaged. And then I sent three of the flat tongue emoji’s. “Just practising!” I then typed. “Hehe!! You’ve nailed it already! Here’s another example. Just to make sure.” And then he sent the best, and hottest bodybuilder yet. Himself! Flexing a front double bicep in his lime green posers with his tongue outrageously sticking out. Only he wasn’t on stage this time. He was stood barefoot in his own back garden! FUCKING HELL! I could have easily tugged on my dick and blown a load into my boxers to it. “OH MY GOD!!” I messaged. He sent through a series of emoji’s in response. The monkey covering his eyes, the blushing face, and two of the AJ emoji’s. “I hope the neighbours weren’t looking out the window!!” I replied. “HAHA! I kinda hope they were!” AJ messaged, with a winky face emoji. I loved that statement. God. He was such a cocky little fucker. He clearly loved being a juiced up muscle boy and flexing in his shiny posers, and not just when he was stood on stage at a bodybuilding competition. It was so unspeakably fucking hot. I decided to play along with the idea. “What would Mildred at no.42 think? For God’s sake, Mildred. Whatever you do, don’t look out the window!!” “HAHA!! I LOVE IT!!” And I loved that he loved it. I pictured him, sitting on the bed I’d been on two days before, looking at his phone with one of his big, gorgeous grins on his oh-so-cute face, giggling away at my messages in the adorable, little manner that he did. “OK, one last cheeky fucker who likes to flash his tongue! Guaranteed, you’ve never, EVER seen this guy before. He’s next level freaky!!” FUCK! I braced myself for what AJ was about to send, then howled when the picture came through. It was him again. Only this time, he’d taken a selfie of himself, flexing a single bicep with his eyebrows raised and his tongue flat out in the cockiest manner. I was sure he’d taken it there and then, and it was possibly the greatest thing he could have done in that moment. Possibly the greatest picture anyone had ever sent me, for that matter. “OMG! You weren’t wrong! Jeeez! What a FREAK! I mean, complete and utter inhuman MONSTER!” Three of the AJ emoji’s came through. “How does he find clothes that fit?” I messaged. “God knows! Maybe he just wears his trunks all day!” What a fucking thought! “Hehe!” “He impresses you then?” The question completely threw me. I furrowed my eyebrows slightly as I looked at my phone screen. I didn’t really know what to make of it. I knew AJ was mostly just playing around, but maybe there was something behind it? Did he really care what I thought of his body? The idea of which made my heart flutter. Or maybe he just wanted his ego massaged? Maybe he’d gotten a kick out of the comment I’d made about him looking “pretty big” when we were sat on his bed just a few nights before and he was simply just fishing for another compliment? I decided to play along. “Hehe! Of course!” And then AJ sent the blushing face emoji. Which was so fucking cute and adorable. A response came into my head. I was nervous to type it. Unsure of whether I should. But I was feeling brave. “Do bodybuilders have groupies?” My stomach twisted in knots as three dots appeared on my phone. And then AJ’s message came through. “Hehe! The pros probably do!” I wasn’t sure what to type. I felt like I maybe needed to change the subject, but another three dots appeared. “Would you be that guy’s groupie?” AJ messaged. FUCK! A jolt of excitement surged through me. He definitely wanted me to massage his ego. And then another thought entered my head. Is that what all of this was for AJ? Did he just want me around to feed his ego? To have a slim built, non-muscle beast friend to shock and wow with his freaky physique so he felt like an even bigger monster than he already did? Was this is all just one massive ego trip for AJ? I continued to play along. “HELL YEAH!” I replied. “Hehe! What exactly would you do as his groupie?” AJ messaged. Whatever was going on, I fucking loved this idea that we’d cooked up. Me being AJ’s groupie. The idea of him wanting me to be his groupie. I got the distinct impression that AJ was loving this particular conversation too. “Hmmm. Well, I’d be in the front row at all his competitions, shouting his name and holding up a big banner that said, ‘WE HEART THE RIPPER!’” I couldn’t quite believe how brave I was being with my messages. But it was such a fucking rush. “HAHA!! What bodybuilder wouldn’t want THAT?” AJ messaged. And then he sent me a message that simultaneously made me laugh out loud and caused my heart to start racing. “Imagine if he took off his posing trunks and threw them into the audience!” WHAT THE FUCK?! I sent a single shocked face emoji. My head was spinning. My chest was pounding. And I couldn’t help wondering, just for a split second, if there was any tiny possibility that AJ Jones was actually fucking flirting with me? And then it hit me. What if AJ knew I fancied him? Oh God. Maybe I’d given myself away the first time we’d gone to Scorpio’s and he’d seen the expression on my face when he’d taken his hoodie off? Maybe he’d known even before that? Maybe it had been obvious to him right from the start? Right from that very first encounter at Tesco? And maybe he’d gotten a kick out of it? Maybe he’d loved the attention? So he’d pursued me. He’d tracked me down on Facebook and added me as a friend. And then he’d messaged me. Maybe that was the real ego trip for AJ. Not being a bodybuilder impressing and shocking a regular sized guy with all things bodybuilding related, but being a bodybuilder around a gay guy he clearly made go weak at the knees? God, maybe AJ even knew I had a thing for huge, shredded bodybuilders? And then I wondered, if any of those scenarios were actually true, would it really be that bad? I was friends with a fucking bodybuilder! He was taking me to hardcore bodybuilding gym’s with pictures of shredded freaks on the walls, inviting me to his house to watch Netflix in his bedroom (which also had pictures of shredded freaks on the walls!), sending me pictures of him flexing in his obscenely hot posing trunks and making fucking jokes about taking them off and throwing them at me from the stage. What muscle addict wouldn’t absolutely fucking love to be in that position? Maybe I could play along with the whole thing and really have some fun with it? Get him to flex for me (oh God), let me squeeze his flexed muscles, even (OH FUCK)! “OMG! I just caught The Ripper’s posers! His actual posers!” I messaged AJ. “HAHA!! You better not sell them on EBay!” I typed a message without thinking. “I love this”. And then I erased it. It was too much. Way too fucking much. “Bugger! Need to dash, mate. Tesco shift!” I said goodbye to AJ, put my phone aside and rolled over on my bed. I really did love what was happening with AJ and I. Whatever it was. I really fucking loved it. I wanted him there with me so much in that moment. Lying next to me on my bed, his face inches away from mine and one of his huge arms wrapped around me. And then my mind started spiralling and I was imagining a scenario where AJ had asked me to take some pictures of him flexing in his back garden in his posers. I imagined him cranking up the ‘tude and really going for it with his poses. Slamming down hard, making loads of noises. Fuck! I squeezed my throbbing hard on through my jeans when my phone pinged. It was a text from Eddie. “Hey, handsome. We still on for tomorrow?” I looked at my screen. For some reason, I just didn’t want to message him back. I wasn’t one for playing games with guys, but I kind of liked the idea of just letting him stew for a while. Maybe it was a power thing. Because with AJ, I had none. It felt like the power was all very much with him. While with Eddie, he was the one who liked me. He was the one who’d start worrying if I didn’t send a reply. I felt like I needed to hold on that tiny bit of power. Just for a moment. It didn’t last. It wasn’t long before I texted Eddie back, whilst feeling like a massive dick for purposely keeping him waiting. We’d arranged to go for a Chinese the following evening. I got the feeling he wanted to do something other than just go out and get pissed. Maybe it was a test to see whether I was actually interested in him, or whether I just wanted someone close to Little Denton to go out on the gay scene with until I went back to uni? Which, admittedly, was kind of my intention at first. But I really did think Eddie was a great guy. I could very much see myself being friends with him. And you can never have too many friends. Maybe it was time to tell Eddie the truth. That, as lovely as he was, I wouldn’t be able to reciprocate his affections because I was fast becoming completely besotted with the local junior competitive bodybuilder who was sending me cute, funny, amazing messages with pictures of him sticking out his tongue and flexing in his shiny, lime green posing trunks.
  2. muscleaddict

    AJ & Noah

    How about today instead? 😁 It's definitely my favourite thing I've ever written! 😊
  3. muscleaddict

    AJ & Noah

    Yeah, mate - AJ has no idea about Noah's love for huge muscle/freaky bodybuilders at this point! Wouldn't it be kinda cute if AJ was a bit naive to it all and didn't really know *exactly* what kind of effect his muscle could have on someone? 😜 I imagine a few younger bodybuilders in real life actually are like that. The whole thing is finished in draft form but I'm still going through it and making edits/tweaks and polishing it up. I know lots of people advise that the "proper" way to do it is to do lots of editing but I find it a bit hard to make a lot of cuts. I still don't know what I'm doing with one particular chapter. I've written two alternative endings. Both arrive at the same point, just in different ways. I might even post both and see what you guys like best!
  4. muscleaddict

    AJ & Noah

    Awwww! I'm so glad you're enjoying it! 😊 There's a fair few chapters still to come! 😁 You definitely see some different sides to AJ too!
  5. muscleaddict

    AJ & Noah

    I LOVE that you guys are speculating about what's gonna happen!! 😁 Can't tell you how awesome it is to see how much people have taken to this story! 😊
  6. muscleaddict

    AJ & Noah

    Mate, I'm thinking of quitting my day job to write romance novels. Think I could pull it off? 🤔😜 Really?? Wow! Hehe! Bless you, mate! 😊 Thanks, guys! It's always difficult to judge your own stuff but I'd say there's better chapters to come! Just keep reading! 😁
  7. muscleaddict

    AJ & Noah

    Thanks, matie! Yeah - I thought these two chapters would worked well posted together. I'll probably vary it from now on! Some chapters are also longer than others. There's a few big ones coming up!
  8. muscleaddict

    AJ & Noah

    Ok, as teased, I'm gonna try posting two chapters in one go. I hope it's not too much. I'm sure you guys will let me know anyway! 😊 Eleven “So, when do I get my own Scorpio’s hoodie?” I was in the kitchen messaging AJ on Facebook a few days after our trip to the infamous hardcore bodybuilding gym. “Hehe! We can get you a hoodie!” Then he sent the emoji with the big, teeth bearing grin. Three dots. “I’m thinking blue? To match your posing trunks when you get them!” I was dreamily gazing into my phone and grinning like crazy when my mum walked in the room. “Oooh, I’d love to get hold of your phone to see who you keep talking to!” Usually I’d have rolled my eyes at this, but for some reason, my mum wasn’t annoying me as much as she usually did. I’d been finding it hard to get annoyed or feel negatively about anything since I’d rekindled my friendship with AJ. “I’m just surprised you didn’t go out last Friday!” my mum said. Eddie had been busy all weekend but we’d been texting each other and he was keen to meet up again soon. There had been one specific occasion when my phone had pinged. I’d excitedly picked it up expecting to see a message from AJ and got a kick to the stomach when I saw it was a text from Eddie instead. Which was so fucked up. A nice, handsome, gay guy was texting me and I felt nothing but disappointment that it wasn’t a Facebook message from a straight bodybuilder that I’d normally go gooey eyed over. “When’s that Naomi coming back, then?” my mum asked. That Naomi! My mum always talked about Naomi as if she was a bad influence. Granted, we were prone to going a little over the top when we went out drinking together, but I didn’t exactly need much encouragement. I smirked and shook my head. “The weekend after next!” My mum groaned. “And I suppose you’ll be out boozing in town?” “Ummm … yes?” “Oh great!” she replied. “As usual, I won’t be able to sleep until you’re home.” I groaned. It was kind of sweet that my mum worried about me so much, but also pretty ridiculous considering how old I was. And the fact that I was out all the time when I was down in London. And when I went to visit Naomi at university in Brighton. “I don’t ask you to stay up worrying about me. I don’t think dad will be doing that!” “Oh, he definitely won’t! He probably won’t even notice you’ve gone out.” I don’t think my dad knew what I was doing or where I even was half of the time. He definitely didn’t seem to care half as much as my mother. Not in a bad way. He was just a lot more chilled out than she was. He pretty much just let me get on with things. I sometimes wished my mum was more like him. My phone pinged. AJ had sent me another message. My heart filled with excitement, as it always did when AJ messaged me. I couldn’t open it in front my mother. I didn’t want my face to give away anything more that it already had. “So, when are you next gym’ing it?” I presumed the gym in question was the one at the Little Denton Leisure Centre. We hadn’t discussed the possibility of going to Scorpio’s again. I had been wondering whether to take the plunge and suggest going myself, but I didn’t want to overstep my mark. Or worse, make AJ feel like he was obliged to take me again even if he didn’t really want to, no matter how much I was itching to see him again. But was there a possibility I was going to get another invite? I messaged AJ back. “I was thinking of going tomorrow.” “Well I’m going to Scorpio’s again on Tuesday if you fancy it? But I must warn you, it’s leg day!” My heart leapt and an almost overwhelming happiness surged through me. I was going to see AJ again. YAY! I typed a message. “I’d love to!” But that seemed too eager, so I erased it and wrote another. “Sounds good! Leg day though? GULP!” “Hehe! You’ll be fine. Once you’ve regained the use of your legs in about one week’s time.” “Double fucking GULP!” “HAHA! See you Tuesday, matie!” “Awesome!” Then three dots appeared but quickly vanished. Like he was writing something else but changed his mind at the last minute. And all I could think about for the rest of the day were those dots. What had AJ wanted to say to me, but didn’t quite have the nerve? My second trip to Scorpio’s with AJ was a lot like my second date with Eddie. There were no nerves, no doubts. Everything felt easy, relaxed and fun. Apart from the actual leg training, of course. We joked again about our potential bodybuilding nicknames, and AJ, once again, teased me about overcoming my stage shyness and wearing blue posing trunks (fuck!), which embarrassed and excited me every single time. He looked his usual gorgeous self too, in his bright red “Scorpio’s Gym” hoodie, and a black vest which outrageously had the words “BEAST MODE” (FUCKING HELL!) written on the front and, although slightly baggier than his green khaki one, still brilliantly showed off his stupidly hot, crazily developed upper body. 6’3 muscle monster Mark Green wasn’t in the gym on this occasion, but there were still a few big lads in there. One particular guy had been unnecessarily noisy with his training. Grunting and groaning loudly with every rep. It was the most incredible fucking turn on. A genuine muscle bull grunting and growling as he pumped up his muscles, all in an attempt to become an ever bigger muscle monster. Fuck yeah! AJ had called him a “noisy bugger” but I got the distinct impression that, much like me, he very much approved of his behaviour. Up until that day, most of my conversations with AJ had been light and fun. Banter about me being a potential future bodybuilder, picking nicknames, buying trunks and getting posing tips from Mark Green or reminiscing about stupid, funny stuff that happened at school. None of our conversations had been particularly deep or serious, but on the drive home from our monster leg training session, convinced that I probably wouldn’t, as AJ had predicted, be able to walk for the following week, that was about to change. “So, how was the sixth form?” It was funny, but I couldn’t help thinking that there was a very slight hint of nerves in AJ’s voice as he asked me the question. He seemed a little nervous in general. Though I wasn’t really sure why. “Erm … it wasn’t too bad, actually. I mean, the work was hard, but it felt a lot more relaxed. The teachers were a bit more formal with us,” I replied. AJ nodded. “I wasn’t sure whether you were gonna stay on, actually!” AJ said, surprising me. He seemed a bit more relaxed, but I could still hear a slight nervousness in his voice. Maybe I was just imagining it. “Why?” “Well … just, after all that shit you got in Year 11!” My stomach twisted, but oddly, I felt a pinch of excitement too. AJ was referring to me being outed to the whole school by my then supposed best friend, Reece Miller. It was the first time the subject of me being gay had come up in conversation. Maybe that was why AJ was so nervous? I couldn’t imagine him having many gay friends so maybe he just wasn’t used to discussing such things. “Hmmm. Yeah, but most of that stuff didn’t really bother me, though! I mean, the stuff the lads used to do, like holding their arses if I was walking behind them, or quickly putting their backs to the wall. God! It was so fucking childish and pathetic! It made me wanna kill myself!” AJ’s mouth curled into this big, adorable grin. It was almost as if he was impressed by my attitude and what I was saying. “You handled it really well!” he said. My heart seemed to stop beating. Just for a second. What the fuck?! I couldn’t believe that AJ had even noticed. Or had paid any kind of attention to me at that point. Me being outed in year 11 had happened years after we’d drifted apart. Had AJ still cared about me at that point, even though we weren’t friends and didn’t even speak to each other? My chest expanded and I couldn’t help smiling at the prospect that he had. AJ caught my expression and gave me this coy little grin in return, while gently biting his lip. It was like he knew what I was thinking. And what the reason behind my smile was. “I think I was more pissed off at that little shit, Reece!” I told AJ. “Ugh! I never liked him,” AJ said, surprising me again. “I always just thought he was a bit of an inferior version of me!” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. More further evidence to back up the theory that AJ still cared about me long after we’d been friends. I had always assumed him hadn’t thought about me much at all, but I had clearly been wrong. I loved what AJ had said about Reece. It almost sounded like he’d been jealous of him. I was literally melting into the passenger seat of his car. “He was gay too, though, right?” AJ asked. I scoffed. “Ummm … YES! I’ve seen pictures of him on Facebook. He’s camp as fuck now!” I informed AJ. “It’s funny, you two were about the same size and height at school. And he’s still a scrawny little fucker, and you’re now practically a monster!” AJ howled and grinning wildly in response. “Well when you’re a monster too, mate, you can send him a picture on Facebook and be like, “Remember me? Your old best friend you royally fucked over? Well, look at me fucking NOW!” I grinned in response. “Hmmm. It’s kinda funny though. When all that stuff happened and everyone was talking about me. Well … I don’t know if this is gonna sound really fucked up, but … I kinda liked the attention!” I confessed, completely surprising myself. I don’t think I’d ever actually admitted that to anyone before. Not even Naomi. AJ was grinning like mad. “Hmmm. Liking attention.” He then shook his head. “Nope. I can’t relate to that!” And then we both laughed and grinned at each other again. I was feeling brave. “I kinda wish we’d stay friends,” I said, blushing slightly. “Yeah. That was kinda my fault wasn’t it?” he said. A small part of me wanted to tell him that yes, actually it was. Maybe the thirteen year old in me who was gutted that one of his best friend’s decided he wasn’t good enough for him anymore and fucked off to hang around with a bunch of much cooler and more masculine lads? “Hmmm. It happens though, doesn’t it? People just grow apart. I think we lasted pretty well to be friends for as long as we did!” “Remember our sleepovers?” AJ asked. “They were legendary!” I grinned. “We used to stay up for as long we could watching TV.” “What was that one cartoon we used to watch? The really bonkers one with the two friends?” AJ asked. “God. What was it called?” I grinned. I knew exactly what TV programme AJ was talking about. “Dom and Cole In The Land of Ug!” “YES!! That was awesome!” AJ replied. “Did you know it has, like, a huge cult following? There’s a forum on the Internet where people discuss the best episodes to watch when you’re stoned!” “No way!” AJ exclaimed. “Actually, yeah. I reckon it would be good to watch when you’re stoned! Have you tried it?” “No,” I said, laughing. “I would, though.” “We should do it!” FUCK! The very idea of me and AJ doing any such thing excited me more than I could care to admit. “Sounds like fun!” I replied, my heart fluttering. “Man, I really wanna watch an episode of Dom and Cole now!” he exclaimed. I never thought that AJ would be the type to get all nostalgic about old cartoons he watched when he was a kid. It was so fucking cute. “I actually went through a phase of watching it not long ago!” I informed him. “Really?!” AJ said, grinning. “That’s awesome!” “Yep! It’s on Netflix.” “No way!” AJ said, surprised. “OK, what are you doing right now?” OH MY FUCKING GOD! My heart started to pound. “Erm … nothing!” I replied. “OK, you’re coming to mine and we’re watching Dom and Cole In The Land of Ug!” FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! “Ummm … OK!” I nervously replied. My head was fucking spinning. AJ Jones was inviting me to his house to watch Netflix. Was this really happening? The idea of it seemed to send my whole body into a state of excitement. Me and AJ, sat side by side, watching TV in an intimate setting. Fuck! “Awesome!” AJ said. He was grinning uncontrollably. The most gorgeous and adorable grin. He clearly couldn’t wait to watch an episode of a show he used to love so much. Or maybe it was the idea of the two of us watching it together like we did when we were younger? Of recreating a childhood ritual with an old school friend? Whatever the reason, he could barely stop smiling for the rest of the car journey. Twelve My heart was pounding as we pulled into the drive of AJ’s house. I was actually going inside AJ Jones’ house. What the fuck?! As we got out of the car, I noticed Andy’s motorbike was missing. “Is your mum still with Andy?” I knew they were because I’d spotted his motorbike the week before when AJ had driven us to Scorpio’s the first time. AJ laughed. “Yeah, mate. They got married a few years ago!” “Awww!” I said. I hadn’t expected it, but I felt a warm, fuzzy feeling at the news that AJ’s mum and Andy had gotten married. It was so bizarre. AJ lived in a completely different house to the one I used to visit when I was younger, but it had the exact same smell as the old one. I hadn’t thought about that smell for years. I was suddenly twelve years old again, having a sleepover at my mate, AJ Jones’ house. “Mum!” AJ called. For some reason my stomach twisted in knots at the prospect of seeing AJ’s mum for the first time in years. And then she appeared. It was so weird. A complete blast from the past. She looked almost exactly the same as I’d remembered. Just a little greyer. “Remember Noah from school?” “Of course I remember Noah!” she said. AJ’s mum had one of those smiles that seemed to fill up half of her face. “How have you been, Noah?” Oh fine, Mrs J. I’ve mostly just been perving over your son’s indecently huge, outrageously muscular body and spending every waking moment thinking about how much I wanna kiss him, touch him and cuddle up to him. Oh, and by the way, your now husband, Andy, was solely responsible for about 80% of my teenage wanks. Ker-SPLAT! “Erm … good thanks!” I replied, still slightly nervous. I always seemed to get that way around people from my past who I hadn’t seen for years. I guess I worried that the newer me wasn’t what they were expecting. That they thought I’d turn out better than I had. “AJ said you’d been hanging out. How’s your mum, Noah?” It felt rude to groan. “Yeah, she’s fine. Same old!” “Still a legend, then!” AJ said. Oh God. Like all of my school friends, AJ thought my mum was awesome. Probably because she always made them laugh by embarrassing me so much in front of them. I felt annoyed by AJ’s reaction, but also strangely proud. Like, “Go, mum!” “I hope AJ’s not getting you into all this bodybuilding stuff?” she asked. The word sounded so strange coming from her lips. She wasn’t exactly the type of person you’d expect to hear it from. The right side of AJ’s mouth curled into a mischievous grin in response to his mum’s question. “Yep! I’m turning Noah into a shredded freak!” OH MY FUCKING GOD! I blushed furiously. Mrs Jones shook her head. “First I have to put up with Andy, then my son gets into it!” Poor Mrs Jones. Surrounded by lads who just wanna get huge and shredded. “Yeah, you’ve only got yourself to blame. Shacking up with a bodybuilder when I was an impressionable teenager!” AJ teased. It was weird to see that version of AJ. The version his mum sees. He was still cheeky and funny. Just, more restrained. And a little more well behaved. His mum didn’t seem to annoy him like mine did, either. Despite her comments, I got the impression Mrs Jones didn’t really interfere or disapprove of what AJ was doing all that much. She always had seemed really easy going. Maybe that’s where AJ got it from? As I followed AJ up the stairs I could barely wipe the smile from my face. I still couldn’t believe what was happening. I didn’t know what was more responsible for the warm, dizzy feeling surging through me. The fact that I was back in AJ Jones’ house, or the fact I was following the huge, gorgeous, competitive bodybuilder I’d fallen head over heels for to his bedroom. The first thing that hit me when I entered AJ’s bedroom was the pungent smell. Masculine, boyish and insanely fucking sexy. I was turned on instantly. As I’d imagined, there were pictures of shredded bodybuilders in competition on the blue walls, which were doing nothing to tame my raging hard on. All of the bodybuilders were famous pros, apart from a picture of AJ himself, on stage and flexing out a crab most muscular with his eyes jammed shut and his tongue sticking out in the most outrageous fashion. I don’t know why I loved the fact that he had a picture of himself on the wall. It was so cocky, but just so typically AJ. I also couldn’t help feeling a rush at the discovery that many of AJ’s favourite bodybuilders were also mine. Including, apparently, Blaine Holton. The bodybuilder in the video I’d been watching the morning I’d bumped into him at Tesco. Thank God I had my backpack to hold in front of me to hide my erection. “Sit down, mate!” Fuck! Still buzzing, I perched on the edge of AJ’s double bed. I recognised the blue duvet from the picture he’d sent me of his lime green posing trunks. A pair of trunks which were no doubt tucked away somewhere in this very room. I suddenly had an image of myself frantically rummaging through his chest of drawers when he went to the toilet to try and find them. Not that I actually would. AJ had picked up his TV remote and was navigating through Netflix. “I can’t believe I’m about to watch Dom and Cole In The Land of Ug! I used to love this show so much. It is on here. Oh my God!” It was so fucking adorable how excited AJ was about seeing an old cartoon he used to love. Though pretty much everyone our age loved and got excited at the mention of this childhood classic. “Budge up, future shredded muscle freak!” As I manoeuvred to the left side of the bed, and AJ plonked himself down next to me, I could barely wipe the smile off my face. I would never have imagined that simply sitting next to someone on their bed would give me such a rush of excitement. But then I also never imagined I’d be sitting on the bed of a painfully gorgeous competitive bodybuilder like AJ. To the left of me, I had the likes of Blaine Holton and Chris “Freaky” Jackson, inhuman muscle monsters flexing in competition on AJ’s wall (FUCK) and to my right, I had the boy I was fast becoming infatuated with, and attracted to more than anyone else I’d met in real life; an actual bodybuilder (DOUBLE FUCKING FUCK). AJ looked over at me in that moment and I felt like my heart had actually stopped beating for a moment because he clearly caught me grinning. I panicked, but then his mouth curled into the most adorable little grin in response. It was almost as if AJ was enjoying our encounter as much as I was, which was surely next to fucking impossible. But while AJ was clearly just enjoying hanging out with an old school friend he used to have sleepovers with, I was feeling happy for entirely different reasons. “Oh my God! I remember this one!” AJ exclaimed as the episode started. “Is this the one with the rabbits who can’t stop partying?” “YES!” AJ exclaimed. “I loved this episode!” I couldn’t believe how close my body was to AJ’s. Just sitting next to him on his bed was so mind bogglingly erotic. His huge thighs just inches away from mine and his enormous shoulders close to my regular sized ones as we were both propped up against his wall. My knees were bent. I didn’t dare put my legs down because he would have seen my huge hard on poking out of my trackies. When the episode had almost finished, AJ caught me looking at the assorted pictures of hardcore bodybuilders on his wall. “Is it really bad that I’ve got a picture of myself on my wall?” AJ asked. “Hmmm. It’s a bit cocky. But I can’t say I’m exactly surprised!” I cheekily replied. AJ did one of his cute, little giggles. “So, which of those guys impresses you the most?” Oh God. My heart started pounding and I suddenly felt nervous. “Other than that cocky little fucker in the lime green posers?” AJ cheekily added. I grinned. “Ummm …” I began nervously. “This guy looks pretty awesome!” I said, blushing and pointing to the picture of Blaine Holton. AJ beamed. “Hell yeah! That’s Blaine Holton! He’s a fucking MONSTER! Abs like bricks. Massive pecs.” FUCK! My hard on was juddering furiously listening to AJ describe one of my favourite muscle freaks in such an incredibly hot manner. “His glutes are huge too!” JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!! “Sorry! Glutes are the muscles in your arse!” he said with a devilish grin. As if I didn’t bloody know! “He’s got that bubble look which I love! Like his muscle’s really POP?” You’re fucking killing me here! “I think I’ve got that a bit,” he added. And he really fucking had! I really wanted to reply and share some of the many, many thoughts that were racing through my head on the selection of muscle bulls on AJ’s bedroom wall, but I just didn’t have the nerve. “OK, check out this guy’s biceps!” AJ said pointing to famous pro bodybuilder, Chris “Freaky Peaks” Jackson. I blushed furiously. I was so fucking nervous and I hated it. “Wow!” was all I could muster. “They’re INSANE! Imagine having biceps like that?” And then he made this deep, growling noise. Like an actual, “GRRRR!” which caused pre-cum to seep out into my boxers. Fuck, fuck, FUCK. “You’d be too shy to flex ‘em,” he said, teasingly, as he looked at me with the most adorable little smile. His joke gave me some much needed confidence. “Hmmm. What’s this guy doing on your wall, though? I don’t think he’s gonna be winning any competitions any time soon!” I said, pointing to the picture of AJ cranking out a crab most muscular. “Cheeky fucker!” AJ reached round, grabbed the pillow he was propped up against and playfully hit me with it on my legs. “Why’s he sticking his tongue out?” I added. “Cause he’s a cocky little shit. And he thinks he’s a lot bigger than he is!” AJ playfully replied. “Hmmm. I dunno. He looks pretty big to me!” As soon as I said it I blushed, but AJ looked at me with this gorgeous, dizzy little grin. I wanted to melt. Amazingly, it felt like something was happening between us. Something way more than just two friends sharing a moment. And then I told myself that it wasn’t. Of course it fucking wasn’t. “Shall we watch another episode?” he asked. “Deffo!” AJ reached for the remote. As we sat watching another episode of “Dom and Cole In The Land of Ug”, it felt like my whole body was buzzing. I would have given anything to manoeuvre down, move just a few inches closer to AJ, wrap my arm around his waist and bury my head in the bright red material of his “Scorpio’s Gym” hoodie. Resting my head and sinking my face into his indecently pumped chest as he cuddled me and kissed me on the head. I wanted it so much my heart almost ached. But this was good enough. Just being here with AJ. In fact, I couldn’t believe how happy it made me just to be with him, sharing this moment, laughing along to our favourite childhood TV programme. Sharing all these moments that I knew I wouldn’t be able to forget. There was literally no where on Earth I would have rather been in that moment, and I honestly couldn’t remember the last time I had felt that way. Who would have thought that one single trip to Tesco would have led me to that?
  9. muscleaddict

    AJ & Noah

    Wow! Thank you, mate! I never expected to receive this amount of feedback for the story! As I've teased, I might write a spin off from AJ's perspective - or at least have a go a it and share it here! Think it might be fun to see the story from a different perspective! You might have some competition on the AJ front though (Noah and most of the lads here apparently)!
  10. muscleaddict

    AJ & Noah

    Hehe! No worries, matie! It's a great forum in general. There's a pic and video section too, as well as loads of stories obviously. Loving all your feedback so far mate, as I do with all my stories! Think I'm a little bit in love with AJ myself to be honest! 😳
  11. muscleaddict

    AJ & Noah

    So glad you're enjoying it, matie! ☺️ I might spice things up and post a couple of chapters next time, instead of just the one.
  12. muscleaddict

    AJ & Noah

    Hehe! No worries, mate! I think it could be fun to write. I've even got the first chapter mapped out in my head. And a couple of new things that AJ can think and do that aren't mentioned in this story. Might be getting ahead of myself a bit though! 😁
  13. muscleaddict

    AJ & Noah

    You will and fairly soon! 😜
  14. muscleaddict

    AJ & Noah

    Ten As soon as we got inside Scorpio’s, a giant of a muscle man at about 6’5 passed us. Although he was completely covered up by a black tracksuit, he still looked like an absolute tank. He was built like a brick shit house with a scary looking tattoo running up his neck. “Alright, AJ!” As soon as we’d passed him, AJ shot me a cheeky grin. He’d obviously wanted to see what my reaction was, and could probably tell from the look of my face that I was rather terrified at the sheer size of the monster he’d just said hello to. I doubt my expression had given away the fact that I was also rather turned on by the encounter, though. “OK, he probably would put you into a protein shake and eat you for a meal!” AJ said, grinning. The guy at reception wasn’t quite a monster, but he was still fairly muscular. Not to mention fit as fuck. I felt instantly shy in his presence, and, stupidly, couldn’t help but feel giddy when AJ introduced me as his “old mate, Noah”. It was only when we were walking into the changing room that the nerves made a comeback. “Oh, remember when I told you I could probably get away with just wearing my lime green posing trunks at the gym?” AJ asked me, with a deadpan face. OH MY GOD!! “Well, I’d thought I’d give that a go today!” JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!! I was literally speechless. AJ’s expression then softened and he giggled. “Your face!” he exclaimed. “As if I fucking would!” It wasn’t just the idea of AJ wearing nothing but his posing trunks, but the mere fact that he’d mentioned his “lime green posers” to me that made my heart leap into my throat and caused me to furiously blush. But I couldn’t help smirking too. What a fucking rush to hear AJ joke about wearing just his outrageously coloured trunks. God, I loved it. “I really could if I wanted to though!” he exclaimed, raising his eyebrows. Already wearing my gym clothes, I threw my backpack into AJ’s locker and he did the same. My heart pounded as he then started to lift his bright red hoodie up and over his head. Fully expecting to see him wearing a t-shirt like me, I almost gasped when he revealed himself to be wearing just a tight fitted, khaki green vest instead. FUCKING HELL!! It was the most of AJ’s body I’d seen in the flesh since we’d been reunited two weeks before. Free from any t-shirt material, his arms looked more monstrous than ever. Thick, outrageously developed and obscenely muscular. I couldn’t get over the size of his shoulders either. It was like two half watermelons had been shoved underneath his brilliantly tanned, silky smooth skin. The top of his pecs peeked out over the top of his vest too. Thick cushions of chest meat, with a deep groove separating them. It was the most amazing, mind boggling and hottest image, and it was right in front of me. I couldn’t help but look. As much as I tried not to, my eyes just kept going back to the mini muscle monster in front of me, and the slabs of crazily developed mass bulging off his upper body. I dread to think what my face must have looked like in that moment. No doubt part fear, part intimidation and part amazement. AJ seemed to notice that the reveal of more of his body had had an effect on me too. It clearly wasn’t the first time the sight of his muscles had caused such an effect on someone. Far from looking uncomfortable or surprised though, I got the sense he not only expected me to have such a reaction, but he was getting an ever so slight kick out of it, too. Try as he might, AJ just couldn’t mask a cheeky, smug, and incredibly sexy smirk. What AJ didn’t know was just how much of an effect his body was having on me, and just how special it was for me to be in the presence of a competitive bodybuilder spilling out of a little vest, and walking into a hardcore bodybuilding gym. The atmosphere seemed to completely shift the minute AJ took his hoodie off. It was like his body just exuded this incredible, unspoken power. He was a huge, freaky bodybuilder who’d pushed his body to insane limits, and I was just this average built mere mortal, lucky enough to even be in his presence. The actual gym at Scorpio’s was nothing like I had expected it to be, either. I had imagined some dark, dank, hellhole full of old, dirty weights and packed full of meatheads grunting and screaming with their reps and throwing heavy weights around. Instead, it was a large, clean space with white walls and a grey floor and an array of impressive weight machines, about three times the amount of the Little Denton Leisure Centre’s gym had. The main clue that it wasn’t a typical high street gym were the plentiful pictures of huge, shredded, competition conditioned bodybuilders on the walls. Many famous, big name pros, and most of whom I recognised. It was so surreal to be in a public space looking at images of the kind of hardcore, freaky bodybuilders that I usually only ever saw sitting at home on my laptop or phone. Trailing behind AJ and checking out his thick upper back, I couldn’t help but giddily grin at where I was, and exactly who I was there with. AJ clocked my grin and gave me a suspicious smirk. “You OK?” he asked. “Yeah!” I replied sheepishly. He continued to look at me suspiciously, all the time flashing me a cheeky grin. God. If only he’d known what was going through my mind. “So, is it what you were expecting?” he asked he as we walked through the gym. “Erm … sort of!” “Not that scary really, is it? Well … apart from the pictures of the huge freaks on the wall!” OH MY GOD. I gave AJ a coy grin. “Hopefully I’ll be up there one day! Will you still wanna message me on Facebook when I’m a three hundred pound muscle monster, Noah?” HELL FUCKING YES! And there went my pants. Twitching away again. Twitch, twitch, fucking twitch. “So, I know you were planning do legs today, but do you wanna follow my chest routine instead?” AJ asked me. “Erm … sure!” “I didn’t wanna take you here and then abandon you. Thought you’d feel more comfortable if we stuck together?” Thoughtful, sweet, considerate, cute, and oh yeah, bursting with thick, solid, crazily developed muscle mass all over this fucking body. AJ Jones, could you BE any more fucking perfect? Many lads in my position would probably have felt inferior training with AJ. But considering I’d never been the least bit competitive, had next to no ego and had never had even the slightest inclination to be anything close to an “Alpha male” (some bodybuilder I’d make!) I had absolutely no qualms about the fact that every time I took over a machine after AJ had used it I had to lower the weight to about three times lighter than he’d used. Or that every single one of his muscle groups were twice as big and muscular as mine were. The more AJ trained, the more pumped his upper body became. By the end of the session his chest was bulging and his arms looked they were about to burst. And then one brief but utterly amazing moment unfolded. Something that will stay in my memory forever. I was taking over the bench press from AJ. Seated and looking up at AJ standing over me as he studied his reflection and his freshly pumped muscles in the large mirrors covering the end wall of the gym. Then, in one split second, he bought both of his forearms up, placed his fists together and flexed into a quick most muscular pose. FUCKING HELL! It was possibly one of the hottest fucking things my eyes had ever seen. And the craziest thing was, when he looked down and noticed that I’d seen him, he looked slightly embarrassed. It was bonkers, adorable, and just made me like him just that little bit more. Five minutes before we’d finished, AJ excitedly turned to me. “So, mate, remember I said you should get some tips from Mark Green about how to overcome shyness?” “Umm … yeah?” I curiously replied. “Well now’s your chance!” My heart jumped into my throat. “That’s him over there!” AJ excitedly said. I looked over to where AJ’s attention was, and sure enough, sitting on a leg incline machine, was 6’3 regional bodybuilding champion and all round muscle monster Mark Green, looking like an absolute brick shithouse in a black tracksuit. He was even more handsome than on video. Still rough around the edges, charmingly daddy-esque, as bald as anything and just all round fucking hotter in the flesh. “Wanna say hi?” Oh God. My stomach did a somersault. “Oooh … I dunno!” AJ grinned. “Awww. Come on, mate! He’s a good lad!” As Mark finished his set, AJ dragged me over to meet him. I nervously followed, my stomach in knots. “Alright Mark, mate!” AJ said. I noticed that AJ seemed to suddenly become a lot more laddish when he spoke to guys that weren’t me. “Hi, AJ!” Wow. He was a lot more soft spoken that I would have imagined. It was bonkers. Then I’d remembered what AJ said about him being really gentle and kinda shy. “The bodybuilder version of you”. Small talk followed and I stood there feeling like an absolute gooseberry. Mark didn’t even acknowledge me until AJ introduced me. “This is my mate, Noah. It’s his first time here!” We awkwardly said hi to each other. I felt instantly nervous the minute he looked at me. He really was fucking huge, even covered up. An absolute mountain of a man beast. I knew exactly what was hiding under that tracksuit too. Slab after slab of huge, hard, working class British beef, ready to be flexed and squeezed. Fuck yeah! It was almost fucking ridiculous how much I was turned on in his presence . One simple double bicep pose from this guy and I’d probably cream in my pants on the spot. “Noah wants to be a shredded freak like us!” OH MY FUCKING GOD!! I blushed so hard, and Mark grinned at AJ. “Well, you’re in the right company with this one,” Mark cheekily said, referring to AJ. I nervously smiled back. All my social ability seemed to have gone out the window. As we walked away, I felt the biggest rush. I had just met, and spoken to a genuine muscle monster and regional bodybuilding champion. “So, now you’ve met the bodybuilding version of you!” AJ said, with a gorgeous grin. I giddily grinned back at him. As we headed back into the changing rooms to the sound of showers running, I suddenly wondered whether AJ was going to whip off his vest and use the facilities. The thought of seeing AJ in nothing but a towel, his gorgeous, lumpy bumpy abs bursting through his little tummy excited me as much as it did terrify me. How the fuck was I supposed to hide my overwhelming attraction to him if he were standing right in front of me with his freakishly muscular torso on full display? I was almost relieved when AJ simply popped his bright red Scorpio’s hoodie on instead. The moment his body suddenly wasn’t exposed, the atmosphere seemed to shift back to how it was before. He was no longer this huge bodybuilder in a vest ready to pump up his enormous muscles. He was the cute, gorgeous, funny AJ I’d been exchanging messages with on Facebook again. “So …” AJ mysteriously said, playing with his phone. “I promised to show you a picture of a super duper shredded bodybuilder, didn’t I?” Oh God. My pulse quickened, though I was more excited than nervous. “I warn you now. You will be shocked. You might even wanna throw up!” he said, barely able to mask a smug grin. I was grinning like mad at the comment, but I also suddenly felt oddly nervous about what AJ would make of my reaction. The image of a super shredded bodybuilder wouldn’t shock me anywhere near the degree it would for others, because I was so accustomed to seeing them. I would probably have to fake a shocked reaction in case AJ got suspicious. He held his phone out for me, then quickly pulled it back to his chest. “Hmmm. I’m actually not sure I wanna show you this,” he said. I couldn’t help thinking how fucking sweet it was that AJ was worried about freaking me out or scaring me. AJ winced, bit his lip and cautiously held out his phone for me again and I was suddenly faced with the rear image of one of the most freakishly conditioned muscle freaks I’d ever seen. A thousand lines in his inhuman glutes and the most prominent and craziest Christmas tree lower back just above his shiny red posing trunks. As it turned out, I didn’t have to fake a reaction at all. I guess that’s one of the most amazing things about freaky muscle. No matter how many images I see, I still have the ability to be freaked out, shocked or blown away by seeing a particular image of extreme muscle for the very first time. I must have looked so shocked. AJ was looking at me nervously, but he looked excited too. It was so surreal looking at such an image in public and actually in front of someone who was waiting for my reaction. My heart was thumping. I had no idea what I was supposed to say. “Pretty freaky, huh?” AJ asked. I nodded. “That is … WOW!” AJ was grinning like mad. “You never know, mate. That could be you one day!” he teased. I bit my lip and sheepishly smiled and AJ giddily grinned back at me. My chest seemed to expand. As I handed his phone back to him, I felt a surge of bravery. “Hmmm. It does look a bit like something from an Alien film, though!” AJ did one of his cute, little giggles as he took his phone back. “He’d probably love you for saying that! Oh, and I’ve got something else to show you before we go. You’ll laugh when you see it!” he mysteriously said to me with a cheeky grin. As we headed out of the changing room, AJ lead me to a place left of the reception area of the gym. There were several booths, with one or two rather big lads sat in tracksuits and a bar where a guy was offering protein drinks. We walked past all of this and headed straight for a wall at the back. My heart jumped into my throat when I saw what was on it. A big drawing board featuring tons of pictures of competitive bodybuilders. All tanned and shredded and flexing on stage. Fuck! “Recognise him?” AJ said pointing to a picture of a trio of young bodybuilders. None of them particularly huge or in shape. But I did, in fact, very much recognise the bodybuilder in the middle. “Oh my God!” I exclaimed. It was AJ. But not as he looked now. He looked younger, more baby faced, and had about half the muscle mass he owned that day. He looked half way between the AJ I remember from Year 11 at school and the mini roid monster standing beside me in that moment. “That was my very first bodybuilding competition two years ago.” “You look so young!” I said. “And you look … nervous!” “I told you I was!” he said. There was no outrageously cocky facial expression or any such evidence of the cheeky attitude I’d seen in the recent Facebook photos of AJ on stage. Instead, he looked like a rabbit in a headlight as he tried with all his little might to squeeze out a most muscular pose. “Look at those posing trunks too! God, they’re awful!” AJ exclaimed. And they really were. Black, matte and oversized. “Aaaaand … here I am again, over here,” AJ said, directing me to a photo a few steps to the left. “Much better!” he said with a mischievous grin. And there it was. A recent picture of AJ, huge and shredded, his lips pursed in animated, arrogant fashion as he hit a front lat spread and pulled up the straps of his obscenely shiny, lime green trunks. Not just any picture, either. The exact same picture from his Facebook profile I’d wanked off to just two weeks before. Fuck! I blushed as I remembered this fact. A dozen questions went through my head. I wanted to ask AJ if he’d set out to buy the shiniest, brightest and nastiest posing trunks he could find. I wanted to ask him exactly why he occasionally pulled the straps of those very trunks up. And I wanted to ask him what it was like to compete. To stand on stage, huge and jacked, caked in tan and showing off his superhuman slabs of muscle mass. I wanted to ask him all of those questions that had been racing through my head as I’d been watching that video of Blaine Holton in a guest posing spot two weeks before, about half an hour before I’d bumped into AJ in the meat aisle of my local supermarket. But I couldn’t. The words just wouldn’t come out. And so I reverted to the cheeky, humorous banter we’d been indulging in all week over Facebook. “What would happen if you turned up to a shift at Tesco’s wearing those?” AJ released a short, sharp laugh. “I’ll tell you what, mate. When you’re a shredded muscle freak, we’ll both go into Tesco’s wearing just our posing trunks and we’ll see what happens!” I grinned. “Hmmm. Deal!” I looked at AJ in that moment, both of us giddily grinning at each other. I just wanted to reach out, wrap my arm around him, bring my face to his and kiss him, before burying my head in his shoulders and just sinking my body into his. I knew that no such thing was ever going to happen, but I couldn’t help it. Something twisted in my stomach in that moment. I knew I couldn’t stop the feelings I was having for AJ, nor did I even want to. I could no longer deny it to myself. I was falling hard for AJ Jones.
  15. muscleaddict

    AJ & Noah

    Bless you, matie!! 😊 You already know how much I appreciate your feedback and support and hearing your thoughts whenever I post something new! Funnily enough the first few stories I posted here didn't get much response (though I think it was the evolution forum back then?!) which is why I just stuck to posting on my blog for a good while. Now it's here where I get the most/best feedback! You guys are too nice!! Hehe! Awww, thanks mate! Similarly I get excited when I see the red icon, cause it often means I've gotten feedback/comments from you guys! 😜 (Sorry, couldn't resist the AJ emoji there). A lot of my stories have dabbled with guys liking other guys (Charlie and Stuart for example), but yeah, with this story I've taken it to a new level. I've always kinda wanted to write a story like this, so it feels like a bit of a special one for me.