Muscle Worshippers: Chapter 7 of 14

[LJackson]

Chapter 6 is here.

7

Stephan

Friday, September 5th

 

'So,' Hakan said, as we closed up the cafe today, 'what was it with those guys?'

'What guys?' I kept my voice totally straight-bloke-ex-policeman level, squirting antibacterial spray over the kitchen worktop. Focusing on the polished granite, trying to make my face just as unreadable.

'Nice try, mate,' Hakan replied. 'That might have worked on the dope-smokers and speeding offences you used to haul in, back in the day, but you're in the company of a grandmaster now.'

'You mean Olly and his pal?' I said. 'The lad who came in on my recommendation?'

'Yeah,' said Hakan, flinging me an amused glance.

'Only a couple of lads,' I said, with a shrug. 'Gym buddies, I think.'

'Just buddies?'

'The Beas- I mean, the dark-haired guy. He's got a girlfriend.' I was buffing that surface to a shine it had never known before. 'I've seen them out together.' To put it mildly. 'And unless I read it wrong, Olly — the other guy — he wouldn't have minded a turn with her, as well.'

'Fit?'

I froze. 'Who?'

Hakan laughed. 'The girlfriend. Who d'you think!'

I could barely remember her now. 'It was just the once, but — yeah, I should say so. Like a model.'

'Ah, I hate those fake looks,' said my boss, polishing with his tea-towel. 'Too much time in the gym, they come out looking like something made by Mattel.'

I thought about Hakan's wife, the sexy Ayla I glimpsed at the interview, trying to gauge her place in this pronouncement. 'Well, I guess you're in the minority.'

'Well,' Hakan said, putting away the last pan, 'I guess I am.' He stood up and reached for the drinks cupboard. 'Brandy?'

'Love one,' I said, tugging off my apron. Hakan watched me with a snigger of amusement as he filled two tiny glasses. 'What?'

'Need to get you a bigger one of those, if you're sticking around,' he said. 'It was fine on my sister, but it looks like a napkin on the Jolly Green Giant.'

'Watch it,' I said, threatening to chuck it at his head. 'And yeah, I'm sticking around, if you say I am.'

'What I say, goes?' he said, handing over the glass.

'I wouldn't argue with a man like you, Hakan,' I said.

'You better not,' he said, with a slightly mad look. When he gave me a smile to show he wasn't kidding, he still looked sort of dangerous. Then he knocked back the Brandy with a gulp. 'So where'd you meet the man mountain, eh? In the police?'

For a second I didn't know who he was talking about, was trying to think of some mutual acquaintance we might have. 'What, Olly? I don't really know him.'

'Hey! You know him well enough to recommend your fine new working establishment, and he seemed pleased to see you.'

'Funny, though,' I said. 'I don't think of him as big. Not like his friend.'

'There's not much to choose between them.' Hakan shook his head. 'I like to think I can handle myself, but with those guys? For once, I'd hold my tongue.'

'They certainly eat the same amount,' I said. 'How many pounds of beef was it?'

'I wouldn't know, you're his pal, weigh him!' laughed Hakan, refilling my glass without asking. The small kitchen was filled with the aroma of the booze, dark and sweet. I hadn't felt so relaxed in years. I don't know when I last laughed that way.

I clinked my glass impulsively against his, feeling full of good wishes.

'Next time, though,' he said, suddenly looking vengeful, 'you can tell them not to wash down my cooking with their filthy protein shakes. Or I'll take them both on and use some of my kitchenware to make the point.'

'They must both be doing some extreme stuff in the gym to need all that fuel,' I said. The pair had arrived straight from their work-out, faces flushed, the Beast's arms and shoulders in his purple t-shirt looking jacked. Both of them slightly wild-eyed. 'You know what they say. You have to eat big to get big.'

'Exactly my issue. My cooking is not fuel for their body obsessions,' said Hakan seriously. 'It is about pleasure. Happiness. The stuff of life.'

'I still can't believe Olly's getting to be so strong,' I said, changing the subject. 'He must be working hard at it. When I met him, he couldn't have taken the lid off a jar of pickled onions without straining.'

'Goodness knows what he's hiding under that baggy sweat top he's rocking,' Hakan replied, 'but it wouldn't strain him to do anything, my friend. I shook hands with him, and those hands were big. He's a dangerous bloke. I bet the weed smokers didn't give him shit.'

'Oh, he's not in the force,' I said. 'He's a librarian.'

'Funny,' said Hakan.

'He is! He works up the street.'

'He looks like army material,' Hakan replied. 'Apart from that fluffy blonde hair.'

'Yeah, he's still fluffy,' I said, savouring my third Brandy. 'Hope he stays that way.'

'Hmm,' said Hakan, regarding me thoughtfully. 'He seemed to get a lot of attention from you, for a librarian you hardly know.'

'Maybe,' I said, trying to think fast, trying also not to lie. Hakan looked like the kind of alpha male who'd be seriously weird about working with a gay guy. I'd managed to keep things under wraps for a week together, even feigned interest when he pointed out his favourite female customers. 'I suppose it's because he's putting on muscle so fast. I worry that it's not healthy.'

'He looks in the peak of health.'

'He's just a gentle guy. Nicely brought up. Intelligent. Softly spoken.' I shrugged. 'I don't want him to lose that in his quest to get big. I wish he'd settle for being normal.'

'Neither of them are normal now. What does his fellow meathead do for a living?'

'Internet porn,' I said, and burst out laughing.

Hakan didn't laugh. 'Really?' Suddenly I realised I was saying slightly more than I'd meant to.

'I — that is, no, of course not. I'm kidding.' I licked the Brandy off my lips. Hakan had one sleek, black eyebrow raised.

'So why say it?'

I took a deep breath. 'It's just that I once saw him online. Not a porn site. It was a thing about, you know, keeping fit. Muscle building.'

'You were looking to get into that shit too?'

'Don't we all think that kind of thing, now and again?'

'I don't need to build nothing. I am built. I am splendid,' Hakan said, poker-faced. He spread his arms in a parody of Mr Universe posturing. 'Doof!' he grunted with each new pose. 'Boom!' He had the classic ex-military build, with a certain amount of bulk from years of dedication to the culinary arts. He wasn't ripped, cut, defined or sculpted but he was huge, hairy and powerful. I found myself licking my lips again, even though the guns show was meant for laughs. At least, I was sure it was for laughs. 'Doof! Boom! Doof! Perfect!'

'Yes, maybe you are. Us mere mortals need a bit of work. It's meant to be inspirational.'

'Okay,' said Hakan, scratching his stubble. 'Show me.'

I swallowed. 'Uh, what do you...'

'Show me,' Hakan said, 'this website with Olly's buddy on it. I'm curious. My laptop's upstairs.'

I followed him up the narrow little stairwell to his flat, eyes fixed on his delicious-looking arse in his jeans. How was I going to get through this, I wondered. He didn't seem to have guessed about my sexuality but this might be a test too far. Should I back out? I remembered how I'd been undressing him in my imagination during the interview. As we went up the corridor, peering into the bathroom, the tiny kitchen, I thought how I was beginning to go beyond the surface with him. Dangerous waters, but irresistible, especially when you're building up a wank fantasy. We stopped momentarily at the door of a bedroom. The interior was cluttered with books, papers, ring binders. 'Ayla,' said Hakan. 'My sister, remember?'

'Ah,' I said. 'I thought she...' But I left things there. I was too curious to back out now. Besides, Hakan himself had asked to see the website. There was nothing gay about it. The Beast was proof of that.

Hakan's bedroom was ultra minimalist. It looked as clean as a monk's cell. The bed was low on the floor,  laptop on one side, a glass mug freckled with coffee grounds on the other. Hakan patted my shoulder with one big paw. 'Close the door.'

'Oh?' I said, following orders.

'There's a smoke alarm in the hallway,' he replied, going to open the window. 'And I'll never hear the end of it from Ayla if she smells anything.' He was rolling a cigarette now. I realised how strongly the bright, clean room smelled of tobacco. Hakan had never shown any indication of smoking before. He kept it all up here. 'So show me this website.'

I turned on his laptop and, without having to even think of it, tapped out the web address. We sat down on the bed and I set up the laptop on my knees. He lit his cigarette and inhaled deeply.

'I hope you can delete this off my internet history later,' he said. 'This machine is meant to be for my accounts.'

'I've done that enough times,' I told him, clicking through a couple of screens. 'Don't worry.'

'This doesn't seem to offer much in the way of routines, diet suggestions, that sort of thing,' Hakan said. 'Whoa, look at that dude. He's like the Hulk!'

'That's right,' I said. 'Some people take it way too far.'

'I reckon for some guys, there is no 'too far',' said my boss. 'It's like an addiction, isn't it? Just keep getting bigger and bigger and bigger.'

'That's right,' I said. 'I worry that could happen to Olly.' Although it would also be fucking hot if it did. He could afford to get — well, just a little more muscly...

'Is your friend on here?' asked Hakan, reaching over to my lap to scroll down, pressing the laptop onto my already hard dick.

'Mmm,' I grunted, 'I don't think so. I suppose it's only a matter of time.' I typed in that familiar profile name into the search box. 'Here's the thing you wanted to see.'

'Me?' Hakan chuckled, sucking on his cigarette, as the Beast's video loaded. 'This is your fantasy. I'm just interested in you, my friend.' He peered at the screen. 'Nice looking house.'

'I reckon it must be one of the big places in the village,' I said. 'The old Georgian buildings opposite the picture gallery. You can see all this lavish furniture and stuff from the street.'

'Ever see that, from the street?' Hakan said, digging his finger at the screen.

The Beast was standing in front of the webcam in a white singlet and shiny black boxing shorts. He had a calm, noble expression on his face, one arm raised behind his head, revealing the width of his triceps and the span of his lats. The other arm slowly raised, revealing the planetary scale of his bicep.

'Hmm,' Hakan said. 'That is impressive.'

'He looks sort of like a Greek statue. Uh, don't you think...?' I stuttered.

'More like a Greek poser to me.' Hakan reached across me to drop his cigarette in his coffee cup. His elbow flattened me against the bed. I could smell the bitter cologne on his neck. Eyes still on the screen, he sat upright again. 'I don't need to go round with my shirt off to prove I'm a man. Look at me.'

'You've got testosterone coming out your, ahem, pores,' I said. 'Guys like me could do with a bit of muscle to help them along.'

'This is your ideal?' he said, rubbing his chin doubtfully.

'Yeah, I'd like to be built like that, I suppose,' I said.

'You're tall enough. You're intimidating. What are you compensating for?' and he snarled a laugh.

I managed to laugh in reply. 'I don't have any worries on that score.'

'Yes, yes, they all say that,' he said, completely truthfully. 'Go on then.'

'What?' I wondered if he was asking me to leave.

He was unzipping his jeans. 'Let's compare, man.'

'Uh, if it's all the same...'

'Hey,' he said, reaching into his jeans. 'Don't make me do this solo, man.' As I watched, he pulled his dick out of his fly and held it up between finger and thumb. My first thought was, Well, if you really want to know, Hakan, I am bigger than you. Then I thought, Uh-oh, but I've still got an hard-on...

It was too late to split hairs about that kind of thing.

'Hey man,' he said, as I unbuttoned my fly and lifted out a stiff prick. 'I think you'll find that's cheating.'

'Sorry bro,' I said, waggling it proudly. 'That's how it comes.'

'Okay, hold it, I'll catch you up,' he said. 'Rewind that video.'

With my free hand trembling, I slid the video tracker back to the start of the Beast's display. 'You like this stuff after all, mister?'

Hakan spat on his fingers and slicked them around his dickhead and up and down the shaft. It was already semi-hard. I wondered what it would look like when he was at 'competition level'. 'Well, it's a new world to me, but I don't need much to get me in the mood, you know what I mean?'

I knew. Delicately, I primped my stiffy with the tips of my fingers. I was getting into this idea of competition. My heart was beating fast. I didn't want to lose out on size-points to Hakan: though, I figured, this was a win-win situation.

Onscreen the Beast was pulling his singlet over his head.

'Oh yeah,' said Hakan. 'Take it off for me. Dance for me, bitch.'

The Beast refused to dance, but now he pulled a 'most muscular' that made his pecs stand out proud.

'Fuck,' said Hakan, pumping his fist. 'Capital titties, there.'

'Wouldn't mind sliding my dick in between those,' I said.

'Don't think mine would fit. Too wide,' said Hakan, holding his now hard cock up for my inspection.

'It's wide, alright,' I said, 'but still no match for mine.'

'Get lost,' said Hakan.

'Admit it.'

'Never.'

The Beast onscreen was showing us the size of his back.

'Hate to be his girlfriend,' Hakan said. 'The weight of him on you. Imagine.'

'I am imagining,' I said, wanking my dick faster now.

'Little poof. I can't believe you persist in this crazy idea that you're the man than I am,' Hakan growled. 'Bring that over alongside mine.'

I leant closer. He reached over to hold mine at an angle that suited him. Then he held mine in his fist,  comparing the feel of the girth with his own, as if he were choosing avocados in the supermarket. Then he leant in closer and placed his hand over our dickheads to measure the comparative height.

'Oh, yeah,' I couldn't resist saying.

'Yeah,' he said. 'Mine is definitely larger.'

'What?'

'Much larger.' He cocked an eyebrow. 'You'll just have to deal, bro.'

'Let me try,' I said.

I love the feel of a new man's dick. I love how the temperature, the shape, the contour, the hardness, the length of hair, the softness of the skin are never the same from one lovestick to the next. I pretended to making careful calculations, while all the time just enjoying the sensation of drawing his foreskin slowly, luxuriously back and forth. I spat in my palm and slicked his dick up wetter and wetter till I was moving almost frictionlessly.

I looked at Hakan's face, which was etched with concentration. He caught my eye and set his jaw. 'Glad I hired you,' he said. 'Good to see you know what's what.'

'I wasn't expecting this.'

'No,' he said. 'Me neither. But I saw a different side of you with — what's his name?'

'Olly,' I said, still massaging his meat-rod.

'You couldn't stop staring at him,' he replied, closing his eyes as if going off into the reverie. 'You're his slave, man. You want him bad.'

'Maybe,' I said. 'I want a lot of guys. That's my trouble. I'm greedy.'

'Nothing wrong with a big appetite,' said my boss. 'Addiction's something else. Something crazy hot. This website makes total sense. You worship that guy's body.'

'Is that so wrong?' I said.

He looked me in the eye. 'Not when it's about to make me cum, bro.'

I could feel him fattening up in my hand, ready to blow. 'If you say so.'

'I do,' he said. 'Keep obsessing. He needs someone like you. It's the last piece of his puzzle. One day he'll realise it and — Holy fuck!' His hot fuck butter was spuming over my fist. 'And fuck, but I want to see what you both do when that happens.'

I smeared his sticky white funk over my knob and wrapped his fingers around it. 'There's more to the story,' I said.

'So tell me,' he said, reaching up to pinch my right nipple.

So he did. Well, he is my boss.

[Ro20316]

That was a nice twist coming froom Hakan. He is not gay but he likes getiing off. Interesting.

Olly is getting huge