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5 hours ago, TQuintA said:

 

         “Just to be super clear,” Doug said, “the husband and I will be fishing tomorrow until at least lunch time.  Noon.  Maybe one.”  Then he added, with a note of mischief in his voice, “On the far side of the lake.”

            “Doug!”

            Doug shrugged and said, “They’re in their twenties, Henry.  They’re going to fuck.  I just don’t want to walk in on it again.”

            “Goodnight,” I repeated.

            “Night, boyfriend Chris,” Doug said with a small salute.

I'm dead lmao! I mean he's not wrong! I've waited in excitement for more of this story, thank you for the updates. All the chapters were great.

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OMG! Three episodes in a row, and only at the end of the last one it finally happens! You can definitely hold your readers hooked like no one else. Bravo :)

 

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On 4/26/2019 at 8:24 PM, TQuintA said:

Chapter 30

            The following afternoon, it was just Henry and me in the house.  James and Doug had gone to the store to do some more grocery shopping.  Each wanted to do it himself, but neither trusted the other to buy foods that were suitable for everyone’s needs, so they just went together. 

            I was wearing the button down and dress slacks James brought.  It was one of two outfits I could still fit into. 

            Henry and I had been sitting awkwardly in silence for five minutes when he said, “Your roots are showing.”

            I put my hand up to my head.  “Oh, sorry.”

            Henry started over, “I didn’t mean to criticize.  I dye my hair too.”

            “I thought so,” I said.

            “Oh, yes.  When I started to go grey in my mid-twenties—as all the men in my family do—I decided to just dye it whatever color moved me at the moment.”

            “White looks great on you.  Current and hip.”

            “Thank you.  I run an art gallery, and in order for people to take me seriously, I either have to look like a boring academic or the most interestingly dressed man in the room.”

            “You chose well.”

            “Thank you, young man.  I only brought up your roots because, if you wanted, I could touch them up for you while the boys are out shopping.  I think I have your shade.”

            “That’d be great.”

            Henry pulled a chair up to the sink and retrieved his supplies from his room.  I wrapped a towel around my shoulders—as best I could—and sat in the chair.  When he started applying the dye to my hair, he asked, “How do you normally do this?”

            “I don’t.  Normally, a friend from school does it for me.  It was actually his idea I go blond in the first place.”

            “Not Jimmy’s?” he asked.  Throughout the rest of the conversation, he was slowly applying the dye to my hair with the detail and skill I’d expect from an artist.

            “I went blond about a month before James asked me out.”

            “Jimmy asked you out?  That’s a surprise.”

            “It took him four years to do it.”  I chuckled.

            “That sounds more like my son.”  He paused, then added, “I don’t mean to be indelicate, but I have to protect my Jimmy.”

            “By all means,” I said.  “It’s been that kind of weekend.”

            “You’re not just using my son for sex, are you?”

            “Of course not.”

            “Good.  Because I know my son is attractive, but you’re his first boyfriend.”

            “Actually…” I started and then stopped.

            When he realized I was holding back a secret, Henry firmly but kindly said, “Finish that sentence.”

            “It’d be betraying his confidence.”

            “But it might be winning mine,” he argued.

            Resignedly, I said, “James was a virgin before we started dating.”

            “Obviously,” Henry replied.  “Jimmy’s pathologically shy.”

            “No, what I mean is, he was a virgin until Wednesday.”

            “Truly?”

            “He wasn’t ready, so I didn’t push him.  I let him call all the shots the first time.”

            “Good boy,” Henry said, finishing his last brushstroke.  “In the spirit of honesty, I have something to confess too.”

            “Oh?”  I moved away from the sink and sat on a chair away from the windows.

            “I peeked.”

            “I don’t follow.”

            “Yesterday, in the lake.  When you lost your bathing suit.  I peeked.”

            “Ah,” I nodded.

            “Is that it?  No recriminations?  No accusations of hypocrisy?”

            “Did you enjoy the peek?”

            “You have astronomical proportions.  Do you suffer from lower back problems?”

            I laughed, and Henry and I gossiped until the chemicals in my hair had set.  Henry shared his pet theory that James took so long to come out because his father being gay drove his mother away.  He rinsed my hair as I told the story of how James and I met, all the way up through our first kiss.  I dried my hair while Henry told me about how Doug was initially his therapist, but then Doug found Henry a new therapist so he could ask him out.  We didn’t realize any time had passed until James and Doug returned.

            “Barbecue!” Doug announced as he walked in with three grocery bags full of supplies.

            “Protein, of course!” Henry said.  “The perfect compromise.”

            “Chicken for the boys, burgers and dogs for us fogeys.”  Doug put his bags down and added, “Boyfriend Chris, help me get a fire started out back.”

            We walked down to the fire pit and got the fire started rather quickly.  Then, Doug stopped me from going back inside.

            “I have to ask a few more questions,” he explained.

            “Go for it,” I said.  “It’s been that kind of weekend.”

            “Jimmy’s not one to lie to me.  Were you really sleeping in separate rooms this whole week?”

            “That’s your question?”

            “I need to make sure my son is handling the sex part of this new relationship.  I have to protect my son.  I don’t know what he’s like around you and your friends, but if I even broach the subject of sex at home, he turns bright crimson and runs away.”

            I nodded in understanding.

            “So, was it true?”

            “Yep.  We slept in separate rooms all week.”

            “That’s disappointing.  So, I didn’t walk in on you two having sex?”

            “No, you very much did.”

            Doug sighed in relief.  “That’s a load off.”

            “You walked in on us having sex for the first time.”

            “You’ve been dating for a month.”

            “And that was our first time.  That was James’s first time ever.”

            Doug’s face grew severe.  “Oh!  I was just so excited to see him.  I didn’t scar him, did I?”

            I exhaled sharply.  “I don’t think so.  We had a quickie in the shower while you and Henry were fishing this morning.”

            Doug laughed.  “Henry and I had a quickie in the shower while you two were at the gym.  Like father, like son, eh?”

            “You do bear a striking resemblance.  At least, physically.”

            Doug looked me up and down, and then, unbidden, asked “Do you have any tattoos, boyfriend Chris?”

            “Nope.”

            “Henry has David Hockney’s signature tattooed on his ass.  It’s a crazy story.  But that tattoo just drives me wild.  If my son’s anything like me, you might want to consider getting one.”

            I said nothing.  James was right.  His father is an over-sharer.

            “I know what you’re thinking, boyfriend Chris,” Doug said, clapping me on the back.  “He got the shy from his mother.”

            “That explains it,” I said.

            “Since we’re being honest and open,” Doug continued, “I should let you know that I saw everything.”

            “Pardon?”

            “At the lake yesterday.  I could see through Henry’s fingers, and I didn’t tell him.  I got a good eyeful.”

            “Sounds about right.”

            Doug kissed his fingers like a chef, then said, “Bravo.  It was breathtaking.  My son has excellent taste.”

            From the house, James shouted, “Is that fire ready?”

            “Good to go,” Doug said in his usual chipper tone.

            When James went back inside to get the food, Doug placed his hand on my upper back and said, “I like you, Big Guy.”

            A button popped off my shirt.

This story brings me back to the first muscle growth fantasy I ever had... And then makes me feel like a virgin again.  What a great writer and character development.  😅👏👏👏👏👏👏🍆

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Chapter 31

            I had no time to enjoy the rush as I surged bigger.  At the same time, I had to get out of Doug’s immediate vicinity (without making it seem like an insult) and do something that took a lot of exertion (to explain the missing button).

            “We need more wood,” I said, jogging up to the house to get a few more logs from the porch.

            Doug surveyed the small fire. “I suppose it could be bigger.”  He didn’t know the half of it. 

            In the woodpile there were two huge logs, each about the length of my body and the thickness of my leg.  They were ridiculously big for our barbecue purposes, but I grabbed one in each hand.  The thought was that the logs would be too heavy, causing me to drop them and, thus, explaining my missing shirt button.  However, I underestimated my strength.  I was able to lift them.  They were surprisingly heavy, and I could feel my arms flexing and twitch to support the weight.  My chest heaved and bounded with each step, popping a second button.  Even my legs tensed with the exertion.  Of course, this brought my balls to the forefront.  They were already squeezed into too-tight pants, and now my legs were taking up even more space.

            I walked back to the fire, one log in each hand, and Doug stared the whole time.  When I placed them next to the fire pit, Doug looked at them and said, “That should last us through winter.”

            I was momentarily relieved that I seemed to have pulled it off, when Henry and James joined us outside.  One look at me, and Henry said, “Did you somehow get bigger, James?”

            Doug pointed to the wood and said, “Boyfriend Chris decided he needed to show off and ruined his shirt in the progress.”

            “He does look bigger,” James said, providing me some cover.  “I guess carrying the logs gave him a little pump.”

            Henry cocked his head to one side and accepted that explanation.

            I spent the rest of the weekend with my shirt completely unbuttoned and the zipper on my pants slightly undone.  They already thought I was body-obsessed and a show-off, so this didn’t change their opinion of me one jot.

            Friday night and Saturday were largely uneventful.  James’s parents are indeed cool, and, once James relaxed, we had a really good time.  And way more sex than I expected with his parents so close by.  But we never heard them, and they never heard us, so it was all copacetic.

            We found out on Saturday morning that our visitors’ passes to the gym were expiring at the end of business that day, so if we came back on Sunday, it would mean either buying another visitor’s pass or paying the day rate.  Considering classes were starting back up on Monday anyway, we decided to leave Sunday morning rather than Sunday night.  Doug and Henry understood.

            When I went to shake hands goodbye, I stopped myself and hugged Henry tightly, lifting him off the ground.

            “That’s how you say goodbye in this family, right?” I said after putting him down.  Henry steadied himself, a little breathless and winded.

            Doug opened his arms wide and said, “My turn.”  So, I gave him the same giant lifting-hug.  And we were on our way.

            For the two-hour ride back, I was shirtless and left the front of my pants unzippered.  It was such a relief to let it all hang out after my balls had been strangled for two days.  I also realized the car was too small for me.  I couldn’t spread my legs as far apart as I wanted to, the seatbelt struggled to get past my pecs, and my slightest movement caused me to elbow or shoulder James.

            “If you keep making me swerve,” he teased, “I’m going get pulled over for drunk driving.  With you hanging out for the world to see, the cop will take one look at you, and a porno will spontaneously happen.”

            “I am as my boyfriend made me,” I responded.

            About ten minutes outside campus, I got a text message from Dave asking if we’d be back in time for lunch since he and Luke were ordering in.  I said we were and to order extra.

            “How are we going to explain this to Dave and Luke?”  I gestured to my muscle-swollen body.

            “They’ll put two and two together.”

            “And get fifteen,” I said, pointing to my cock.

            When we parked the car, I had James run interference as I tucked myself back into the confining dress pants and put on as much of the dress shirt as would fit.

            I was thankful James had made me do all the running over the break because I could easily negotiate around my legs, but my shoulders were going to be hitting a lot of doorframes again.

            The four flights up to my room took forever.  I had to swing my legs up and over each individual step.  If I didn’t, the seat of my pants would blow, and if these went, I had no clothes of any sort left.

            I opened the door to my dorm room and found Luke and Dave curled up next to each other on Luke’s bed, watching a sappy telenovela.  I closed the door behind James and announced our presence with, “We’re home.”

            Reflexively, Dave looked up to greet us.  “Hey…” he started, but then he saw me.  “Sweet merciful Zeus, Chrissy!”

            Luke hadn’t looked over at us yet because he was pausing the show.  When he did, he sat up so quickly he knocked Dave out of the bed.  “Holy fucking fuck!”

            Dave stood up and dusted off his pants.  “How big are you?”

            “225 at last count,” James said.

            “230,” I corrected.

            “Right.  Dad.”

            Luke was grinning impishly.  “His dad grew you some?”

            “By accident,” I clarified.

            “I don’t care what you say,” Dave said.  “Just keep talking.  This deeper voice works on you.”

            “It works on me too,” James added.

            Dave came over and stripped off my shirt, undid my zipper, and forced my pants off my legs.  “Let’s see what we’re working with, here,” Dave said.

            I had spent the last few days focused on James’s body, and then his parents, so I hadn’t taken it all in either.

            I stood there naked in front of three men who used to be so much bigger than me, and now I was noticeably bigger than all of them.  I never felt bigger in my life.

            Luke opened his closet so I could share in the exploration with them.  My body didn’t fit entirely in Luke’s mirror anymore.  My shoulders were just too wide.  My neck was thicker than my head, and my traps were starting to climb up in an effort swallow my head, and that would be a shame.  All the testosterone my balls were producing had transformed my face.  Before, I’d been somewhat attractive.  Now, my face radiated masculine perfection.  My brow ridge had intensified and my cheeks looked somewhat hollow, making my face more rugged and sculpted.  My jaw had thickened and broadened.  I even had a slight beard shadow.

            I reached up to touch my face, and my bicep bunched up and ballooned into two distinct mounds of power.  My arm in the air, I realized that my armpit created the same cavern I had admired on Luke’s body, but mine was deeper and more severe.  My lats stretched further outwards, my triceps further backwards, and now my arms hung like a bodybuilder’s.  I couldn’t deny it any longer; I was as big as a bodybuilder. 

            My pecs were perhaps my favorite, even though they were obscuring more and more of my view as I grew.  My nipples had been forced downwards because there was nowhere else for them to go.  I had round, large, swollen pecs, distinct globes jutting off my body.  Tempted, I flexed them individually, and all the lines of individual muscle fibers easily burst into view.

            My abs were so intense they looked furious.  They felt like warm, living steal, and all eight of them stood out even when I relaxed.  I decided to suck in my abs—I think real bodybuilders called it a vacuum pose—and I saw just how minuscule my waist was.  It looked like I had to distinct halves of my body, held together by the thinnest thread.  I exhaled, and all eight abdominals reformed their cinderblock wall.  My waist had gotten thicker, it was clearly thicker than Dave’s now, but because I was still as taut as Luke and somehow still smaller than James, on my enlarged frame, it actually looked like it had shrunken.

            My ass had gotten so prodigious that I could see it from the front now.  I could see the edges of my own ass from the front.  I reached back to feel it, and it was round and mighty.  I flexed with all my might, and I could feel the individual muscles.  My thighs were definitely bigger than my waist now.  I actually looked a little shorter because I had to stand with my thighs further apart than normal, but that added to just how thick I looked.  Even relaxed, I could see the divisions in the muscles, and my calves looked like square-cut diamonds sticking out the back of my legs.

            “Thank you for ten miles a day of running,” I thought to James in my head.

            When I saw how much bigger than James I was, the whole thing because unbelievably surreal.  This man who had been, just a month ago, so much bigger than me that I wondered how huge his body was—I now surpassed him.

            James, practically reading my mind, stood in front of me and flexed his right arm in the mirror.  I stood behind him and flexed, and in the mirror, my peak rose higher than his by a clear height.  Inspired, I moved him behind me and stood immediately in front of him.  I could still see his forehead (he was taller than me), and his waist and hips peeked out from behind mine, but in every other way, my body completely blocked his.

            It was so hot that my cock woke up and joined the party.  Seeing it rise in the mirror, climbing higher than my navel, almost kissing the bottom of my pecs, I almost came right there, unsurprising considering the massive nuts dangling in the sack below my shaft.  They had no room between my thighs, so they were pressed out front and center.

            Dave snapped me back to reality by talking.  “Judging by this dinosaur,” he pointed at my cock, “I take it you’re not a virgin anymore, James?”

            James broke into a proud smile.

            Luke slapped him on the back.  “Alright, stud.  Was it everything you hoped it would be?”

            James, trying to suppress his rising blush, nodded.

            “We need more than that,” Dave said.

            James shook his head an emphatic no and lost the battle against his blush.

            “Alright,” Luke said.  “We’ll get all the squishy details from Chris.”

            “Thank you,” James said in obvious relief.  “Maybe do it when I’m at class so I’m not there?” he added.

            Class!  Classes started back up tomorrow.  “Dave, is there anything in my closet that will fit me?”

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