m/m Muscle University

[muscleaddict]

31 minutes ago, Shawn1978 said:

Those have to be stretchy jeans because I can't imagine how he even got those on his monster ass and quads! But he looks insanely sexy in them and that's always how I envisioned "painted on" jeans looking on AJ Jones!

 

Now, the cute guy you're envisioning for Luke with the glasses looks like he could be the closest thing to my character I'm considering in my Western story Im creating, as the writer character. As for the Sexy 25 year old, built like a bodybuilder, farmer, with blonde hair, blue eyes, weighing about 225 lbs, Im No sure yet, who would be my inspiration for him.

Yep...those are pretty much what AJ's painted on skinny jeans would look like too! 

25 year old blonde bodybuilding farm boy? How about Zach Merkel...

[Shawn1978]

13 hours ago, muscleaddict said:

Yep...those are pretty much what AJ's painted on skinny jeans would look like too! 

25 year old blonde bodybuilding farm boy? How about Zach Merkel...

Nope. Zach doesn't work for me because he's a douchebag. I tried to meet him on Instagram, but he's never responded to any of my messages to him there. I've since stopped following him.

[pawanlap]

4 hours ago, Shawn1978 said:

Nope. Zach doesn't work for me because he's a douchebag. I tried to meet him on Instagram, but he's never responded to any of my messages to him there. I've since stopped following him.

Not responding to someone he doesn’t know on social media is not sign of being a douche at all. Zach is a very nice guy who’s dedicated to his craft. He keeps pretty low profile and to himself and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that.

[crushme99]

18 hours ago, muscleaddict said:

25 year old blonde bodybuilding farm boy? How about Zach Merkel...

Ohhhhh, if I imagine Woody looking like that, then I am a goner.  Merkel puts me in orbit.

[Shawn1978]

28 minutes ago, pawanlap said:

Not responding to someone he doesn’t know on social media is not sign of being a douche at all. Zach is a very nice guy who’s dedicated to his craft. He keeps pretty low profile and to himself and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that.

I understand that, Pawanlap. I have a lot of respect for him for what he does, as a bodybuilder, including you and anyone else, but the fact that he can't even say a simple "thank you" when complimented on his physique, when I've seen him respond to others posts a few hours after mine, pretty much usually speaks volumes to me about what kind of person they are. 

But then again, you do raise a very interesting point. I do have to remember that he gets tons of comments like this and can't always respond to all of them. Maybe he only responds to those he knows well. Nothing wrong with that, I guess.

He's probably not a douchebag personally, but I find the fact that he wouldn't even acknowledge me, with a response, was very rude. Just like people I've dealt with in real life. Being hard of hearing, I always tell people that if they say hello to me and I don't respond to them, it's because I didn't hear them. If someone says hello to me, I will at least say hello to them back, even if I don't say anything else to them, because that's at least acknowledging them.

Zach Merkel is no doubt a handsome well built man, and I definitely wish him all the best with everything he does, but I've chosen to move on from him for now, because it's what's best for him, and for me. There are plenty of other bodybuilders out there that I can support, financially, and Zach just won't be one of them, right now.

This is in no way a flame post. I'm completely calm while writing this post. I'm jist expressing my opinion. Feel free to agree or disagree with it, but I just wanted to let you know where I'm coming from, that's all.

Now back on topic: I can't wait to read more of Muscle University! It's a great story so far!

[muscleaddict]

4 hours ago, crushme99 said:

Ohhhhh, if I imagine Woody looking like that, then I am a goner.  Merkel puts me in orbit.

I kind of imagine him to be even more handsome than Zach! 

[muscleaddict]

Eight

It’s kind of cute how much effort Luke makes just to go to the crappy Students’ Union bar. He has a shower (hello little abs and novelty Mr Strong boxer shorts), puts in contact lenses instead of wearing his black, plastic framed glasses and spends about ten minutes in the mirror fiddling with his hair. All the time I’m lying on my bed doing sweet fuck all.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” I say, leaping off my bed as Luke pulls a new t-shirt over his head. He turns around and looks at me confused. 

“What is THIS?” I ask, looking at his rather tight fitted, bright blue t-shirt. His mini pecs bulging through the material. It’s not the fit I’m surprised at though. It’s the t-shirt itself. There are no Marvel superheroes on it. No Batman logo. Nothing Harry Potter related. It’s just plain. A perfectly ordinary, plain blue t-shirt.

He looks down and then smirks and rolls his eyes. 

“Have you finished faffing about?” I ask him. I won’t lie. Luke does look nice. The tight t-shirt gets a definite thumbs up. I can see his eyes a bit better too now that he’s not wearing his glasses. They’re really blue. Kind of piercing. I’ve never really noticed that before. 

“Are you going like that?” he asks me, giving me the stink eye.

“Yep!” I say, defiantly. I’m wearing the black vest and painted on skinny jeans I’ve been wearing all day. My pecs are spilling out around the material of my vest. My shoulders and biceps are on full display. And my arse looks fucking massive straining underneath the denim of my jeans. Why the fuck do I need to change?

I’m tempted to make a comment about the fact that I’m not exactly likely to pull at the fucking SU bar, but I don’t. Any hints or suggestions to my sexual preferences have been absent from mine and Luke’s conversations. Which is how it is with all the guys here at Muscle University.

“I can’t get any sexier than this without taking off a layer of clothing I’m afraid!” I tell Luke in a deadpan manner.

He pulls a face and rolls his eyes. But he’s smirking too.

“Oh, wait!” I say, suddenly thinking of something to add to my outfit. I take my black cap with the word “ICON” written on it in white from my drawer and put it on. Just to give my look a bit of an edge.

Luke looks suitably unimpressed. “Beauuutiful!” he says, in a sarcastic manner. And suddenly I’m grinning like mad. Because that’s one of my little sayings. I wonder if Luke has any idea that he’s picked it up from me?

The SU bar is pretty dead. There’s a group of guys who look like second years gathered in a booth in one corner. Other than them and us, there’s pretty much no one else here. Luke looks predictably disappointed.

“Welcome to the most exciting nightlife in a twenty mile radius!” I tell him. He looks around and shoots me a look which pretty much sums up my feelings about the place.

“It can be okay in here, to be fair!” I tell Luke as we sit opposite each other in a booth with our drinks.

“They do, like, themed nights sometimes. Nineties night. Stuff like that! Although … that’s usually when lads start acting like twats!”

Luke nods at me. Then he stares off into the distant and shakes his head. “Jesus!” he says.

“What?” 

“I’m just thinking about what Deano would be like drunk!” 

I laugh. “Well he’s about twice as loud! And twice as annoying. He’s basically just a bigger prick than he normally is!”

Luke grins and takes a sip of his vodka and coke. “I actually got the impression you were a bit like him at first!”

I laugh out loud. “Oh, cheers!”

“Well can you blame me?” he says smirking. “I mean, the way you acted in Posing Practice 101!” 

I’m a little taken aback. But I guess I kind of see Luke’s point.

I shrug. “That was just me being cocky!” 

Luke raises an eyebrow at me. “Hmmm. And the rest!”

I pull a face and shrug like I don’t know what he’s talking about.

“Oooh, how about one more pose, sir? I’m thinking, hmmm … a most muscular?" Luke says, in a whiny voice to imitate me, which makes me laugh.

“Okay, that sounds nothing like me!” 

Luke rolls his eyes and just smirks at me. 

“Look, I told you the other day, I was pissed off about the roommate thing! But … okay, maybe I was showing off a bit!”

Luke laughs. “A bit?! It was like you were trying to impress him, though. Deano! Not just him. All of them!” 

I’m kind of surprised at how open Luke is about what he thinks. He doesn’t seem to hold back much. I actually respect that.

“I wasn’t trying to impress Deano!” I say defensively. But I’m not entirely convinced that’s true. Maybe I was?

I sigh. “Look, it isn’t always easy to get attention round here! And it doesn’t really happen very often so …,” I stop there, feeling slightly anxious that I’m revealing so much, while also being kind of impressed by Luke’s ability to get me to open up.

Luke nods at me. This little smirk on his face. Like he’s got me. “I’m not sure it’s that hard to get attention round here, by the way!” Luke says. “I know one really easy way!”

I look at him blankly. 

He shrugs. “Just wear Harry Potter boxer shorts to Posing Practice 101!”

I laugh. “You know it’s kind of ironic. The smallest guy here gets loads of attention and doesn’t want it. And I’m here, a two hundred and thirty pounds bodybuilder who’s acting like a complete twat just to be the centre of attention for ten minutes!”

Luke just grins me.

“Wanna switch bodies?” I ask him.

His eyes widen comically. “YES PLEASE!” he says, his eyes veering to my chest.

I laugh and feel flattered. Really flattered actually. Luke’s never really commented on my body before. And now I’m wondering again whether Johnny Hoxton was right when he said that Luke probably looks up to me because of my size.

I look down at my chest and give my pecs a little bounce. “You couldn’t handle having pecs like these!”

He’s shaking his head, but he’s grinning. Fuck, is he grinning. Like crazy. His cheeks looks a little flushed too. I guess my muscles have an effect on Luke like they do on most non-bodybuilders. I feel a sudden rush of excitement at that thought.

“Meh! You’ll be as big as me in no time!” I tell him.

“Hope so!” he says, with this dreamy grin. I can tell he really wants it. It’s pretty endearing really.

“So what do your parents think about the whole bodybuilding thing?” I ask Luke.

Something flickers across his face for a second and I can’t work out what it means. 

“Oh, it’s just my mum!” he replies, his voice suddenly sounding smaller. “She’s fine with it. Dad passed away last year.”

Shit. I feel a sharp tug in my chest. And then I remember what Johnny Hoxton said to me. That Luke’s had a rough year. Fucking nice one, Woody.

“Sorry!” I say, feeling bad and not knowing what else to say.

Luke gives me a kind smile and shakes his head. “It’s fine. I don’t mind talking about it. I think it’s safe to say he would have approved of me being here!” he says, mysteriously.

I give him a quizzical look. Luke smirks and gets his phone out of his pocket. He plays with it for a few moments and then hands it to me. “Can you see the resemblance?”

I’m looking at a picture of a bodybuilder. Shredded and impressively sized in a pair of red posing trunks. His muscles are like thick, chunky balloons. There’s a real hardness to his physique too. His arms are particularly impressive. And fuck, he looks like Luke! The same piercing blue eyes and a similar grin (only more self assured). 

“Oh wow!” I say, barely able to believe what I’m looking at. “So your dad was a bodybuilder?”

Luke nods. “He never became a pro or anything. But he competed quite a bit. He mostly just did NABBA stuff!”

“You look just like him!” I say.

Luke smiles but it quickly fades. And now he looks kind of pensive. A little sad even. And something twists in my stomach. 

I give him his phone back, thinking about what Johnny said to me earlier in the week. That it means a lot for Luke to be here. And now I know why. 

“So I guess you’ve got a bit of an idea of what you’ll look like when you’re a competitive bodybuilder then?”

He gives me this cute grin. “Mmmm. A bit! Only I reckon I’ll be bigger. Sorry dad!” he says, pulling a playful face, which makes me laugh.

“So what about your parents?” he asks me.

I nod. “They approve!” I reply, feeling a little cagey. Then I think about the way Luke just fearlessly opened up to me.

“Mum took a bit of persuading!” I say, raising an eyebrow. “Dad’s pretty supportive! I think it’s the whole competitive thing that he approves of!” I say, rolling my eyes. “As soon as I started doing shows he suddenly showed an interest. He’s pretty competitive in general!”

“Have you done well in your competitions?” 

I shrug. “I’ve won every one!” I say casually.

Luke looks surprised and grins. “Huh! I thought you’d be really cocky about something like that?”

I smile back at him. “Funnily enough, the whole competitive side of it has never been that important to me. I mean, it’s nice to win and everything, but it’s not what bodybuilding’s about for me!”

“What’s it about for you then?”

“Hmmm. Being a big, sexy muscle freak!” I say with a smirk. Luke rolls with his eyes and grins back at me. 

“Having pecs to bounce. Biceps to flex!” Fuck. I’m actually starting to turn myself on a bit. Luke’s smirk turns a little sheepish and for some reason I feel a shiver of excitement. I’m tempted to add “wearing shiny posing trunks that get devoured by my big greedy glutes”. What the hell would Luke’s expression do then?

“It’s the whole thing, I guess. I mean being on stage is, like, AMAZING. Posing for an audience. Showing off your muscles with a bunch of other freaks. Having fun. Being, well … cocky!”

Luke playfully rolls his eyes. 

“The audience cheering you on. It’s … a real fucking rush! You’ll find that out when you compete!”

His blue eyes seem to light up when I say that.

“And … I guess if I’m being honest, I kinda like being … a bit different?” I say, wincing and feeling a pang of anxiety at being so open. 

Luke smirks and raises an eyebrow. “I kind of guessed that one for myself!”

I grin back. “So I have NO idea what my dad’s gonna think when I don’t win a competition. Which is definitely gonna happen! I mean, you’ve seen the guys here. I’m not even the biggest lad in our year!”

“Mmmm!” Luke says. “You’re not far off though!” 

And he’s grinning at me and fuck, I feel something. I’m definitely feeling something. Maybe it’s the alcohol. Maybe it’s just Luke complimenting me, but, I dunno, I’m liking this a lot more than I thought I would. Being here. With Luke. 

“Want another drink?” he asks.

“About time!” I tease. 

Luke grins and walks off and I watch him walk across the bar. His pert little arse sticking out in his skinny jeans. GRRRR. What are the chances that he sneakily put his new posing trunks on underneath his boxers when I wasn’t looking? And his cute, beefy buns are spilling out of the shiny blue material at right this second? Aaaand now I’ve got a hard on thinking about Luke’s arse. Again! 

Fuck - I really need to try and stop thinking about his bloody arse. I mean, I guess it’s not that unusual when you think about. The guy did stand in front of me tensing his glutes in a pair of shiny posers, for Christ’s sake. And those posers are some of the hottest I’ve ever seen. And his arse is pretty cute. Okay, okay, his arse is really fucking cute.

Do you know what are also pretty cute? His lats! I’m looking at them now, peeking underneath Luke’s tight, blue t-shirt as he leans across the bar and orders our drinks. Oh, and the calf muscles stretching the denim of his skinny jeans are pretty cute too. And as for those dimples. Bloody hell! There’s just a lot of cuteness going on with that boy. Cute Luke. Lukey The Cutie. JESUS. Easy on the fucking vodka, Woody.

I shake my head, look away and snap myself out of checking out my straight roommate who I’ve known for less than a week. I get my phone out of my pocket and fire up Instagram. Since I last checked the app, I’ve had dozens of new likes and even a few new comments on the front double bicep shot from the gym I posted yesterday.

Someone says I’m “killing it” (always!), another user has written “F****g beast bro” (you know it!) and someone else has asked me how much to feel my biceps. Haha! Fucking cheeky bugger. Wait - I think I recognise the username of the person who’s written it. I check back to the post I made last weekend on the train back to MU and, as suspected, it’s the same guy who asked to feel my biceps. The guy I sent the blowing kiss face emoji to and earned me a weeks worth of twattish comments from Deano and Shaun. Plus a warning of how flirting with gay guys on Instagram might affect my reputation as a bodybuilder. Ugh. 

Luke comes back to our booth with the drinks. “What are you smirking at?” he asks me.

“Remember that guy who asked if he could feel my biceps on Instagram?”

He gives me a coy smile. “The one you blew a kiss to?”

I nod. “He’s commented again!” I say, passing my phone to Luke.

He reads it closely. Then his eyes bulge and he shakes his head, with this little grin on his face.

“Outrageous!” he says, passing me the phone back. “What’s Deano gonna say?”

“Fuck Deano!” I say. “Hmmm!” I do a pretend thinking face, then I start tapping away a reply.

“You’re NOT replying?”

“Of course I am!”

For a moment I question whether I should reply. And whether I should actually think about what Deano said instead. Not replying would be the safer option. And the easiest one. But where’s the fun in that? Plus, Deano will definitely have something to say if send a reply. I know he will.

“Aaand … sent!” I say. 

Luke’s grinning and shaking his head at me. I can tell he secretly approves. “What did you write?” 

I teasingly smirk at him and shrug.

“Let me guess. TWO blowing kiss emojis?”

“NO!” I scoff. “I’ve got more imagination than that.”

I hand him my phone and he reads my comment out loud. “Fifty pounds for the biceps in my left arm. Sixty for the ones in my right arm (cause they’re ever so slightly bigger)! Tongue out emoji!”

Luke’s giggling and shaking his head. He hands me back my phone. “Now delete it!” he orders.

“Fuck that! And, before you say it, FUCK DEANO! Anyway, how’s your new page going, Geek To Freak?”

Luke mouth curls into this cute, sheepish grin. “I’m thinking about it!”

“Don’t think. Just do it!”

“You sound like a Nike advert!”

“We can take the first picture right now! Gimme your phone!”

He suspiciously narrows his eyes at me. “Mmmm!”

“Give. Me. Your. Fucking. Phone!” I playfully order.

He sighs and gives in, smirking.

“Right, why don’t you do … a front double bicep?”

Luke groans. “Do I have to?”

“You know you wanna!” I tease.

He sighs and I can see a hint of a smile forming. He looks around the bar to see if anyone’s looking which is pretty fucking adorable and my heart flutters as he awkwardly brings both of his arms up and his little biceps bulge through the tight blue material of his t-shirt. His face is a little flushed and embarrassed, but that hint of a smile is back again. I actually didn’t expect Luke’s biceps to be that big when flexed. Fuck. I’m actually really impressed.

“Well helloooo, Mr Bicep! Mrs Bicep!” I say. Luke laughs and tells me to shut up and just take the picture.

“Are you gonna pull a cheeky face or something?”

“What like you do, you mean?”

“Luke, have you been checking out my Instagram page?” I tease. My chest expands at the thought.

He looks a little serious for a second. Even a little embarrassed. And then he relaxes his expression. “Well I fancied a laugh!” he says, pronouncing it "laff" as a posed to “larf”, with his Northern dialect. 

“Cheeky!”

Luke does this kinda coy grin as he looks at the phone and I take the picture. For some reason I’m finding it hard to say anything as I look at the picture of him. 

“Perfect!” I say, handing his phone back. I have no idea where that came from. There’s not a hint of sarcasm in my voice either. He looks a bit suspicious as he takes his phone off me and looks at the picture. Like he’s waiting for the punchline.

“For a physique competitor?” he asks me.

I smile and shrug. “For a future freak and former geek!” 

He still looks a bit suspicious but he’s smirking too, clearly flattered by my words. I’m starting to think that Johnny was right, because Luke really does seem to look up to me. At least in a bodybuilding sense.

“Upload it right now!” I order.

Luke laughs. “Jesus! Do you always get you want?”

“Yep!” 

He shakes his head and messes with his phone. “Are you gonna change your username to the geek to freak thing too?”

“Yeees!” he groans, as if I’m nagging him.

“Good lad!” I tell him. “Wait - what caption are you putting with the picture?”

He shrugs. “Do I need one?”

“Ummm … YES! That’s half the fun of posting on Instagram! Jesus. Here - let me write it!”

He looks at me warily, like he doesn’t trust me.

“Don’t worry. I’ll keep it safe!” He hands me his phone. “Well … ish!” I add, with a smirk.

I bite down on my bottom lip and type away. And I think once again about how much I’m enjoying being here with Luke. Who knows, maybe we could actually be friends?

Luke looks nervous as I’m typing away. “Aaaand … posted! Beauuutiful!” I say, handing him his phone back.

Luke reads the caption out loud. “Living my dream at Muscle University. Can’t wait for these bad boys to GROW!” 

And now he’s got this big, giddy grin on his face and my insides are doing weird things again.

“Awww!” he says. “That’s actually really nice!” 

Luke just looks at me, still smiling and huh … I'm getting a bloody hard on again. What a fucking weird time to get a boner.

“Don’t forget the hashtags!” I tell him.

He excitedly looks at his phone again and reads them out. “Hashtag geek to freak, hashtag gun show, hashtag watch me grow, hashtag muscle university, hashtag SEXY BUGGER!” 

And now he’s shaking his head, but he’s still grinning like mad. “I would NOT write that!”

I just smile back and shrug. “You’ve got to be a little bit cocky though! Standard bodybuilder behaviour!”

He’s still smirking, but he suddenly looks a little coy. Even a little embarrassed. I wonder if that’s because of the sexy bugger comment. I basically just implied he was sexy. Maybe that kind of stuff just embarrasses him? God, maybe he even suspects I’m gay? No. He can’t do. Why would he suspect that?

“Are you sure about the Muscle University hashtag?” he asks.

“Yeah! Why?”

“Mmmm. It’s just … won’t everyone see it now?”

I laugh. “Yeah! That’s the whole point!”

He looks nervous and pulls his eeek face.

“What do you want, Luke? To be an unknown, invisible bodybuilder?”

He pulls a face and shrugs. “I guess not!” 

“Anyway, you wanted to fit in, so … this will help. Everyone here has an Instagram profile!”

“I think I said blend in!”

And then I realise, it was Johnny Hoxton who used the words ‘fit in’. Help Luke fit in with the other lads. “Mmmm. Same thing!” I say, shrugging it off.

“Oh wow!” Luke says, looking at his phone. “That post is getting loads of likes. And loads of people are started to follow me!” he says, excitedly. “Someone’s commented too. Welcome to MU. Those guns will grow in no time!”

“Awww! See! Fitting in. And blending! Who knows, you might make some new mates from it?”

Luke nods his head and looks a bit confused. “What, so you won’t have to hang out with me?”

I’m completely thrown. I don’t know why, but I even feel a sharp panic. “No! That’s not what I meant!” I tell him.

“I’m kidding!” he says, giving me a nervous smile. Then he looks at his phone again. “Oh God!” he groans. “Look who’s just followed me!”

Luke holds his screen out to me and I read from it. “Deano The Pocket Rocket!” And then I laugh at Luke’s expense.

“Oooh, that means he’s probably seen my comment from earlier. Oh well! Too late to delete it now!” I say. But I have to admit, a part of me is a little bit nervous about it.

Luke narrows his eyes at me. “You WANT him to see it, don’t you?”

I shrug and smirk.

“Cause you like the attention? And you like the idea of being different from the other lads here?” he says.

“Alright, Jeremy Kyle!” I joke. But he’s right. He’s so fucking right. 

“Maybe you don’t need to try so hard?”

“What do you mean?” I ask him, confused and curious as to what’s coming next.

He gives me a little shrug. He looks kinda serious. And a little bit nervous. “Maybe you already are a bit different from the other lads here?”

I feel a sharp pang of nerves. Is Luke implying what I think he is? Has he figured out that I’m gay?

I give him a confused look like I don’t know what he’s talking about and take another sip of my drink. And then he says something which sends my heart racing and my mind spinning.

“Maybe I’m a bit different too?” 

What. The. Fuck? Wait - is Luke gay too? Is that what he meant? Different = gay? Is there any chance that the cute guy who I’ve been increasingly enjoying hanging out with and whose arse I haven’t been able to stop picturing for the past few days is actually gay like me? 

And now there’s an awkwardness between us. And Luke looks a little sheepish. Nervous even. Like maybe he’s regretting what he just said. “Just need the toilet!” he announces, before leaving the booth.

He doesn’t say any more about it when he comes back, and neither of us mention his comments for the rest of the night. It’s almost like we just pretend it didn’t happen.

But I can’t stop thinking about it. In the bar. On the walk back to our room. When he’s climbing into bed in his little white vest and cute Mr Strong boxers. When I wake up the next morning, and pretty much for the rest of the day. 

Luke’s words. “Maybe you’re different from the other lads here.” “Maybe I’m a bit different too.” And the more I think about it, the more I’m hoping that Luke really was implying that he’s gay. And the more I actually want it to be true.

[BrzNLA]

Wow! “Maybe I’m different too????” That was freaking awesome @muscleaddict. The story just keeps getting better, plus freaking Deano in the shadows, lurking. I can’t wait to read what you come up with next!!

[WrestlejockCT]

AJ and Noah who?

[Pecman9]

Great chapter, as usual. Love how this story is developing, but I know I should be expecting the unexpected.