AJ & Noah

[muscleaddict]

Five

“So it turns out AJ Jones has about ten jobs! Guess who just gave me my gym induction, and guess who I’ve got a personal training session with on Friday?”

Three dots appeared on my phone to tell me that Naomi was replying to my text.

“No way!”

Three more dots. Naomi was writing another message.

“CHOO CHOO! All aboard the Noah Cook Express. Next stop: Perv City!”

“HAHA!” I replied. And then I sent two emoji’s. The blushing one with the eyes wide open and the little monkey covering his mouth with his hands.

“Does he know you wank off to bodybuilders in magazines?”

I released a short, loud laugh to myself.

“Of course. I wrote it on the top of my gym form in capital letters. WANKS TO BODYBUILDERS. No use beating around the bush.”

Three dots.

One single emoji came through. The crying with laughter face.

My phone pinged. I’d received another text, only this one was from Eddie.

“Hey, handsome. Are we still on for Friday night?”

I couldn’t help but giddily grin. Partly at the prospect of another night out, partly because Eddie was a great guy, but also because he’d called me handsome again.

“What are you smiling that? Who’s THAT texting you?” my mum exclaimed as she walked into the kitchen.

Fuck!

“Naomi!” I lied.

“Hmmm. A likely story!” she said. “I bet it’s someone you've met from one of those Internet gay sex chat lines.”

How the fuck did she always know?!

“You know there’s no such thing, right?” I teased, knowing full well she meant a dating app.

“Well, whatever they’re called! I know you’re on them. Sex, sex, sex! That’s all you ever think about.”

I groaned, rolled my eyes and walked out of the room, hoping that my mum hadn’t seen that I was secretly smirking in amusement. Just because I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction. Or encourage her.

“You know normal mum’s don’t talk to their sons like that!” I shouted back to her as I walked to the stairs.

I broke into a smile as I retreated to my bedroom. I couldn’t deny that my mum made me laugh. As well as annoying the hell out of me, obviously. She’d been wrong about the sex thing, though. I thought about a lot of things besides sex. For the days leading up to my personal training session with AJ, for example, I thought about a whole variety of subjects.

AJ’s biceps. AJ’s tits. How big AJ’s arse looked in his trackie bottoms at the gym. AJ’s cute button nose. AJ’s adorable sticky out ears. The pictures of AJ on his Facebook page of him in competition, tanned from head to toe and shredded to the bone (FUCK). AJ’s lime green posing trunks (slurp fucking slurp)! AJ’s hilarious comment about bodybuilders being gross. The big, cheesy grin he’d given me as he’d tried to tempt me into signing up for a personal training session, and the fact that I was going to be spending yet another hour in the company of someone so huge, funny and fucking cute.

In fact, I thought about that training session so much that when the Friday morning in question came I felt incredibly nervous. My heart was even pounding as I waited for him in the reception area of the leisure centre. This wasn’t helped by the fact that, when he did arrive, he looked even sexier than he had done two days before.

His arms looked extra pumped, his t-shirt seemed just a little bit tighter and his hair was styled with just a little more precision. I also couldn’t help but notice that he had a bit of a tanned glow. I momentarily wondered whether he’d made an extra special effort for me, before reminding myself that I wasn’t a hot, twenty year old female fitness model.

I instantly started to swell, which I was beginning to suspect might just be the natural reaction to seeing AJ in the flesh (or in pictures on his Facebook profile, for that matter).

He was giving me a cute little grin, but he didn’t look quite as relaxed as he had done on our previous encounters. There was something written on his face and I think I knew what it was; he’d noticed that I was nervous.

“You OK, mate?” he asked me with a tone of adorable sincerity.

I told him yes as if nothing was wrong, because who wants to admit that they’re bricking it? And why would I even be nervous in the first place? I was just someone going for a personal training session. A session with someone who, a week ago, I was wanking off to a picture of while he cranked a front lat spread with his lips arrogantly pursed, fully displaying what a beyond human muscle freak he was.

We sat at a little round table facing each other, which made me even more nervous. Partly because he was looking directly at me, but also because it provided me with possibly the hottest view I could imagine. I wanted to either melt, shrink or disappear. But, equally, I also just wanted to sit there looking at the insanely hot bodybuilder before me.

“Been up to much, mate?” AJ asked.

Hmmm. Have I been up to much? Let’s see. Thinking about you. Thinking about your biceps. Thinking about you yanking up the straps up your shiny, lime green posers and your perfect pecs jumping up to your chin as you blast a front lat spread. Thinking about how much I’d love to just sink my average sized body into your cushions of outrageously thick muscle mass.

“Erm … just chilling out really.”

“How long do you get off uni for the Summer?”

“Three months!”

“Lucky bastard!” he replied, playfully shaking his head. “I knew I should have gone to uni! Going on holiday anywhere this year?”

I shook my head. “How about you?”

“Yep. Ibiza! The third week of August!”

“Very nice!” I replied. I suddenly had an image of AJ in a big Ibiza super club, dancing away with his top off. Sweat pouring down his tanned face. A huge, cheeky grin on his oh-so-gorgeous face. His humongous sized tits out for everyone to gawp at.

“Yeah, my cousin’s getting married over there so all of my family are flying out,” he informed me. AJ at a wedding? How on Earth would he find a suit that fit?

He then looked over his shoulder, before leaning towards me (oh God!) and speaking in a hushed voice.

“So … we’re not really supposed to do this for the half price sessions, but I’ve drawn you up a training and diet plan.” He slid a few sheets of paper over the table towards me.

“Oh, wow!” My heart fluttered.

“No pressure to stick to it, and you don’t have to be that strict, but if you do want to build a bit of muscle, this would be a great plan to help you!”

“Wow. Thanks!” I didn’t really know what else to say. AJ gave me a coy and adorable little grin and, again, I want to fucking melt. Either in the chair, or straight into his obscenely huge arms.

I momentarily wondered whether this was actually just a sales tactic to build trust, and get me to book another session. But my intuition, and the genuine, heart melting smile he was giving me, told me that AJ was simply just being nice to an old friend.

“You’ll be walking around in a vest by the end of the summer!” he said, once more looking at my arms and making me blush.

He went through the training and diet plan with me and gave me lots of pointers about doing every set to failure and other such things I vaguely already know about.

“OK, why don’t we do legs and arms today?”

As we headed towards the gym he asked me another question which threw me a little. “Nervous?”

“Ummmm …”

“Don’t worry. I’ll go easy on you!” he said with a cheeky smile. I couldn’t get over just how fucking gorgeous he looked that day. I could have sworn his biceps were bigger. Maybe he’d done an arm workout before he’d met me? Or maybe it was his t-shirt, which was different to last time, and had the words “I’M IN TRAINING” written on the back, which, for some reason, I find outrageously horny. He was such a fucking muscle boy. He must have just constantly thought about lifting, eating, flexing and getting as huge and shredded as he possibly could.

Despite his promise, AJ didn’t go easy on me at the gym. At all. In fact, I’d never had a gym experience like it. He pushed me on every machine and every set. By the end of it, I was a hot, sweaty, tired mess. I was also fairly sure I wouldn’t be able to walk for the next week. But AJ was a brilliant trainer. He was calm, friendly and encouraging. And all throughout the session I pondered just how reckless it would be to use my emergency student credit card to pay for two and half month’s worth of personal training sessions with AJ.

When the hour came to an end, I was as equally gutted as I was relieved. I couldn’t help but feel giddy when he threw me a compliment and told me I’d done really well as we exited the gym.

“I’m not gonna lie though, mate. You’re probably gonna ache a bit tomorrow!”

I suddenly remembered the first time I ever went to the university gym. I could barely move for the following two days.

“Any plans for tonight, mate?” AJ asked.

“Erm … just going to town for a few drinks. With a friend.”

I had my second date with Eddie, but all I wanted in that moment was to spend the rest of the afternoon and evening collapsed on my bed.

“Anyone I know?”

“Ummm. No. He doesn’t live around here.”

For some reason I blushed. It felt weird discussing going to meet a boy with AJ. Not that my sexuality was exactly a secret. I’d been officially outed in Year 11 by my then so-called best friend, Reece Miller. Cue a few months of gay jokes from some of the more immature lads in the year. There was little chance that had bypassed AJ. I’m sure some of his friends had even been amongst the lads who’d made the jokes.

“So … any questions about the training plan?”

After the faces I’d pulled in front of AJ squeezing out every last rep to failure, I was feeling considerably less shy at that point. “Hmmm … I do have one. How long before I look like you?”

AJ chuckled and beamed. “Ahhh. See, mate, this is a training plan to build muscle. If you wanna become a shredded muscle freak, that’s a whole other plan!” he said grinning.

Shredded muscle freak? Did he actually just say those fucking words?

“It starts with quitting this gym and coming to Scorpio’s with me!” he said, with a mischievous grin.

I suddenly felt an almost overwhelming rush of excitement at the thought of going to a notoriously hardcore gym with Little Denton’s only competitive bodybuilder. Or maybe it was just the thought of doing anything with AJ. I’d loved those last two words he’d spoken. “With me.” I had an image of walking into Scorpio’s. AJ bulging out of a tight vest. Me in a baggy t-shirt. Possibly Harry Potter themed. AJ proudly introducing me to the other meatheads at the gym. “Alright, lads? This is Noah. My new boyfriend. That’s right, lads! My boyfriend.”

I couldn’t help but notice a little glint in AJ’s eyes as he insinuated that I accompany him to Scorpio’s. Maybe he just liked the idea of corrupting me. Taking a slim, bookish uni student and throwing him into the crazy world of a hardcore bodybuilding gym. I wondered whether he sensed that I very much liked the idea too. When I thought about it, he’d always had a liking for leading me astray when we’d been friends at school.

As we reached the reception area of the gym and AJ turned to face me, I felt a huge wave of sadness. Our session had come to an end. The weird thing was, I couldn’t help noticing that he looked a little deflated too.

“So,” he said, almost with a sigh. “You did really good today, mate.”

Face to face with him I just couldn’t get over how absurdly sexy he was. I wanted more than anything to nuzzle into that huge chest. To sink into that incredibly muscular torso and wrap my arms around his ridiculous back. How would that feel? To melt into the body of a painfully gorgeous bodybuilder? Would it be everything I imagined it would? Would I spunk in my pants the minute my body met his? And would I ever want to let go?

“See how you get on with the plan, anyway. Let me know if it’s not working for you. But don’t book another personal training session. They’re a rip off!”

I suddenly felt like I’d been kicked in the stomach. There went my fantasy of a whole summer of personal training sessions with AJ.

What happened next was strange. “Unless you want to, of course!” he quickly said. I couldn’t quite work out his expression. Had he seen something of the disappointment in my face? I also couldn’t help sensing a slight hope in his expression. Did “if you want to” mean “on second thoughts, please, do”? And if so, why? Maybe AJ had simply just suddenly realised he’d talked himself out of potentially more business for him and the gym.

A weird awkwardness was hanging in the air.

“I wish I could do “mate’s rates”, but it’s not up to me!”

My heart fluttered, again. Mate’s rates. The idea of me being mates with a bodybuilder. Fuck! I suddenly had the urge to whip out of my phone and tell all my muscle contacts on Twitter that I, Noah Cook, was fucking mates with a bodybuilder. And an insanely fucking hot one at that. I’m pretty sure the majority of them would go nuts if I shared a picture of AJ flexing in his lime green posers. And then I would break the news that, “Yes, guys. I know him. We went to school together. How fucking nuts is THAT?”

“Have a good one tonight, Noah. And if you do want another session just let reception know!”

I said my goodbye’s and watched AJ walk away. His lats bulging out of his black “I’M IN TRAINING” t-shirt and his outrageously big and crazily cute bum sticking out of his trackies. I was buzzing that I’d spent time with an actual competitive bodybuilder, but gutted that I had no idea if and when I’d see him again.

I could, of course, have booked another personal training session. But wouldn’t that have looked suspicious after AJ had told me they were a rip off?  But I couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d wanted me to ask for another one.

There was only one thing I knew for sure in that moment; even if I only had the briefest of encounters with AJ, probably through accidental run-in’s at the gym or in Tesco, from that moment forward, I’d at least always have an amazing story to tell any future muscle contacts and fellow lovers of huge, freaky bodybuilders.

[Ozymandias]

Another great addition. I love how you write about their awkward feelers, trying to sound each other out - and their budding chemistry. Your presentation of the protagonist's feelings, personality and attitude are masterful as well.

Bring on Part 6!

[kutam]

Great work man-- keep it going!

[muscleaddict]

3 hours ago, Ozymandias said:

Another great addition. I love how you write about their awkward feelers, trying to sound each other out - and their budding chemistry. Your presentation of the protagonist's feelings, personality and attitude are masterful as well.

Bring on Part 6!

Glad you're enjoying it, matie and thanks for the lovely feedback!! Things are just getting starting for them but the next chapter is a bit of a turning point for the two of them!

[muscleaddict]

3 hours ago, kutam said:

Great work man-- keep it going!

Thanks, buddie! There's loads more still to come!

[BrzNLA]

I love this story and how relatable you make your characters are. Please keep on writing mate!

[mikamik]

1 hour ago, muscleaddict said:

Glad you're enjoying it, matie and thanks for the lovely feedback!! Things are just getting starting for them but the next chapter is a bit of a turning point for the two of them!

OOOOOoh OOOOOOoohh, i can't wait. This is honestly the BEST story i have ever read here or anywhere 

[Guest]

 Can't wait to read moreMany more chapters

[muscleaddict]

On 8/31/2018 at 8:52 PM, mikamik said:

OOOOOoh OOOOOOoohh, i can't wait. This is honestly the BEST story i have ever read here or anywhere 

Haha!! Awww, bless you mate!

[muscleaddict]

On 8/31/2018 at 7:35 PM, BrzNLA said:

I love this story and how relatable you make your characters are. Please keep on writing mate!

Thanks matie - the whole thing is pretty much done save for a bit of editing!

On 9/1/2018 at 3:42 AM, jtchef said:

 Can't wait to read moreMany more chapters

You might be in luck!