m/m Muscle University

[brawnygods]

4 hours ago, muscleaddict said:

Who knows, mate - maybe they both just lie awake checking out each other's Instagram posts on their phones under their duvets. And maybe Deano's joke about climbing into Luke's bed is going round in Woody's head as he lies there in the dark looking in the direction of Luke lying under his duvet. 

Come on, that's like a chapter in itself!  Woody can't sleep, keeps checking his phone to see the hours burning away, anxious because he knows how important sleep is to recovery and muscle building and when he's not checking the time, he's checking his Instagram.  He's on Emily's page, sees that one of her recent posts just got a like--it's a shot of him in the shower, covering his goods with a wash cloth, a hand up to block the shot (but not really) and partially obscuring his face.  He let her post it on hers (but not tag him) because he knew how hot it was and it got nearly a thousand likes already and, wait now, it just got one more.  Liked by geek-to-freak, lying in a bed just feet away pretending to be asleep.  Woody looks over--sees the hint of a glow emanating from beneath the covers of Luke's bed and then hears the tell-tale click of a phone being powered off.  Talk about torture!

In the morning the like is gone but he's so sleep deprived, he doesn't know if he imagined the whole thing or not.

 

[muscleaddict]

9 hours ago, brawnygods said:

Come on, that's like a chapter in itself!  Woody can't sleep, keeps checking his phone to see the hours burning away, anxious because he knows how important sleep is to recovery and muscle building and when he's not checking the time, he's checking his Instagram.  He's on Emily's page, sees that one of her recent posts just got a like--it's a shot of him in the shower, covering his goods with a wash cloth, a hand up to block the shot (but not really) and partially obscuring his face.  He let her post it on hers (but not tag him) because he knew how hot it was and it got nearly a thousand likes already and, wait now, it just got one more.  Liked by geek-to-freak, lying in a bed just feet away pretending to be asleep.  Woody looks over--sees the hint of a glow emanating from beneath the covers of Luke's bed and then hears the tell-tale click of a phone being powered off.  Talk about torture!

In the morning the like is gone but he's so sleep deprived, he doesn't know if he imagined the whole thing or not.

 

Okay, I'm now completely throwing out the next chapter and replacing it with THIS! (Kidding - but actually very tempted!)  Love it, mate! Now when are we going to see the first Brawnygods penned story on here? 

[muscleaddict]

Next chapter and it's another pretty lengthy one. Look out for another AJ & Noah Easter egg. Oh and @brawnygods - your comments inspired me to add a little extra something into this one! 

Eleven

The first guy I was ever really sexually attracted to was a bodybuilder called Brad McCarthy. 

Brad was one of the top pro bodybuilders from the nineties, often placing in the top ten of the Mr Olympia with the other well known monsters from that era. 

I’d been familiar with his name for a while before I actually saw what he looked like. Then one day an Instagram account I followed, who specialised in old school bodybuilders, posted a video of Brad posing in front of a white screen. I was instantly mesmerised by this huge, beautiful muscle monster flexing on my phone screen.

It’s no exaggeration when I say that Brad McCarthy was nothing short of God-like. I can not think of a single bodybuilder competing in the IFBB today who even comes close to being as handsome as Brad was at his peak.

With his strong jawline, chiseled All American features, smouldering eyes and gorgeous, heart melting smile, if he hadn’t decided to dedicate his life to being a roided out muscle freak, Brad could have probably had a successful career as a top Hollywood actor.

And as for his body. Jesus. The guy looked like a fucking cartoon. He had that bubble look where his muscles really popped, like balloons of thick, juicy muscle bulging off his bones. His pecs were obscene, his biceps were insane and his abs were flat out gorgeous. And then there were Brad’s quads. Holy fuck those quads. Thickness for days and beautiful sweeps, if there’s one body part that Brad McCarthy was famous for it was his freaky, out of this world wheels.

He was a mass monster for sure, but he wasn’t like one of the grotesque guys with roid guts and thick waists that are so common today. There was a “classic” look to Brad’s shape and physique. He really was like the quintessential nineties bodybuilder.

He was also one of those guys that pretty much every gay muscle worshipper goes nuts for. Including (as it turns out) me. 

No video had ever had an effect on me like the first one I watched of Brad McCarthy. I was completely transfixed by the beautiful muscle freak on my phone screen as he tensed his crazily thick quads, revealing alien-like lines and conditioning I could only dream of having myself one day. I watched as he blew up his gloriously round, granite hard biceps and crunched his perfectly shaped, six pack abs, all the time displaying a handsome as shit grin and exuding the power and cockiness of a man who knew exactly what kind of effect his muscles had on others.

And as Brad McCarthy looked square into the camera and scrunched up his face as the glistening, oil soaked balloons of muscle on his upper body bulged and squeezed into a most muscular pose, I blew the most intense fucking load into my boxer shorts.

It was like a revelation. Muscle turned me on. Guys turned on. Thanks to muscle monster Brad McCarthy and his beautifully thick pecs and freaky wheels, I was finally able to accept something which I’d known for a while, but had chosen to ignore. I was gay. 

My best friend, Emily, was the first person I told, and the only person who knew about my sexuality for a good few years. There was no one else at school I felt close enough to to tell, I didn’t really know how my parents would take the news and I didn’t dare tell any of the bodybuilding lads at the gym.

Emily came out to me shortly afterwards. I think in the back of my head I already knew she was gay, as she did with me. Maybe that’s why we were drawn to each other in the first place? Maybe we both sensed that the other was different? That we had this unspoken thing in common?

It’s fair to say that I was a little naive when we took our first visit to a gay pub. No one really warned me how much attention a good looking, seventeen year old competitive bodybuilder, who looked considerably older thanks to his abnormally muscular physique, would receive in such a place. But then, who would have? Emily was the only gay person I knew at that point.

I went home with a guy called Dale that first night we went out. He was no bodybuilder but the guy had one hell of a body on him. Over six foot in height and built like a brick shithouse with thick arms on show under the sleeves of his tight fitted t-shirt. It sounds naive to think about it now, but I was kind of surprised that gay guys that muscular actually existed. 

He was exceptionally fucking handsome too. Olive skin, almost model-like looks. He was a good few years older than me, probably in his late twenties, so I may have told a little white lie when he asked me how old I was. 

He seemed nice enough, if a little arrogant, which was something Emily picked up on too. She didn’t seem to like him much in general. “I don’t get good vibes!” were her exact words. I thought at the time that she maybe just being overly protective of me. Still, I didn’t really care what my best friend thought at that moment. I was in my first ever gay pub in London and the hottest guy in the room wanted to take me back to his. 

So I left with Dale and it was exciting and new and the sex was pretty good, if a tiny bit awkward at times, with it being my first experience. And the next day and the ones that followed, he seemed really keen to see me again. In fact, it’s fair to say he was a little full on. I got constant phone calls and texts from him. Telling me how much of a good time he'd had. Telling me how sexy he thought I was. How he wanted to introduce me to all these muscle guys he knew. Suggesting we do all sorts of stuff together. 

It was all a bit much. I mean, he didn’t even really know me that well. I very much got the feeling he wouldn’t have been half as keen on me if I hadn’t been a competitive bodybuilder.

And that pattern kind of continued. Every time me and Emily went on the gay scene I’d get shit loads of attention. I’d pull someone in the club, usually a hot muscle guy, though sometimes I went with slimmer, more regular sized guys too (I found the size difference between me and those guys was actually really fun, not to mention pretty fucking horny). But the next day, they’d always be really keen to see me again. Ugh.

I mean, yeah, some of the guys seemed really nice, and some of them I did meet up with again, but I think that I wanted to like them more than I actually did. And I think I only agreed to see most of them again because I felt like that’s what I should do. That that was the normal thing to do. And as Emily kept saying, maybe I’d grow to like them after the second or third time I saw them. But I never did. None of those guys ever really excited me. None of them ever seemed to get me. And none of them ever gave me those butterflies that people sometimes talk about. 

Not even James Newman, the short, jacked, gay Welsh bodybuilder I had unspeakably hot sex with after my last bodybuilding show in the summer.

I guess I’ve sort of been waiting for all of that to happen. For someone to give me those butterflies. To meet that person who I think about constantly like Emily has multiple fucking times since we both came out to each other. I guess, to just meet someone who I like. I mean, really, really like.

Surely that person can’t be Luke? And yet, as I lie here now in bed to the sound of the shower running in the bathroom as he’s getting ready for his morning A History of Bodybuilding lecture, why can I not think of anything else I want to do more than open that bathroom door, climb into the shower, grab my much smaller and very geeky roommate who barely even has pecs and spends his time watching kids cartoons, pin him up the wall and kiss him like I’ve never fucking kissed anyone before?

Okay maybe this is just a phase? Maybe it will pass and I’ll realise that no, I don’t actually want to kiss Luke. That lying here thinking about what it would be like to cuddled up to him in bed, his body curled into mine, my pecs and abs sinking into his back and my huge arms wrapped around his much smaller body as I bury my face into his neck, his scent engulfing me, while all the time he’s wearing nothing but his bright yellow Harry Potter boxers, means absolutely nothing? Oh God. What the fuck is wrong with me?

I mean, I guess when I think about it, it’s not all that surprising that I’ve started to have feelings for Luke. We have been spending a lot of time together. And he’s really fucking sweet. And he really makes me laugh. And, despite all his geeky affiliations, Luke’s actually pretty cool. I like how he doesn’t seem to apologise for who he is. He’s just himself. How well he handles being the smallest guy here on campus. There’s a quiet confidence there which is pretty fucking sexy.

And I really respect how he just opened up to me about his dad when we didn’t really know each other. And how well he handled it when I was being a complete dick to him when he first transferred here (which I feel really bad about now). And there’s this really charming innocence about him. I kind of loved how nervous he was about buying his trunks. And I love his eagerness for anything bodybuilding related. The way his face lights up when I suggest he’ll be a monster soon. And the way he talks about Tommy Foster’s shredded abs. Which is also, incidentally, pretty fucking sexy.

And, of course, there’s the fact that he’s also pretty cute. Okay, he’s really fucking cute. With his lovely blue eyes and cute grin and hot little abs. And not to mention that beefy arse of his which blows out the back of his obscenely shiny posing trunks, which I’ve thought about so many times over the last few weeks it’s probably not healthy. And which, I’m thinking about again right fucking now and getting a full on boner under my duvet. GRRRR!

And then here’s the fact that I highly suspect Luke is gay. I mean, that has to be what he was referring to that night we went to the SU bar, right? “Maybe I’m different too.” 

The thing is, now that thought is in my head, I’m struggling to actually imagine that Luke is straight. This might sound weird but I can’t really picture him with a girl. It just wouldn’t look right. I can see him with a guy though. A much bigger guy. Say, a two hundred and thirty pounds, handsome as shit bodybuilder with twenty three pairs of posing trunks and a cheeky Instagram persona?

I guess there’s always the chance that my mind is just going into overdrive because I think I’ve actually managed to find another student here at Montgomery University who might be gay? Maybe if there were tons of gay guys here, or even just a few more, I wouldn’t be having these thoughts about Luke?

He comes out of the shower and I don’t flinch or move. I stay still in bed with my eyes closed, pretending I’m asleep. I can hear him pottering about. He’s so gentle and quiet. Like a five foot, ten inches tall mouse in specs. With hot little abs and the cutest fucking arse! I can tell he’s being extra quiet just for me. That he’s trying his best not to wake me up. Which is just, sigh, SO fucking sweet.

I wonder what t-shirt he’s putting on for today. I’m gonna guess my favourite - the white Marvel one with all the superheroes on it. And now I’m wondering what boxers he’s wearing. He’s got these green and blue striped ones that are super duper cute. I bet he’s wearing his light blue skinny jeans. The ones he wears the most which his little calf muscles look super sexy in. Along with another certain part of his anatomy. 

I hear Luke go back into the bathroom. And then he comes out and everything is suddenly quiet and FUCK - I don’t know for certain, but I swear he’s standing near my bed. And I get the feeling that he’s just looking at me. Which sounds really creepy, but it doesn’t feel like that. It doesn’t feel like that at all. My heart starts beating faster. My stomach’s fluttering. And I feel this unexpected rush of excitement. Is Luke just standing there, watching me sleep? And then I hear him on his side of the room and I relax. And shortly after that he leaves the room for his lecture.

Not long after and I’m still in bed, checking out Instagram on my phone. The side chest pose pic that Luke took the other day has gotten a shit load of comments and likes. It’s quickly become one of the most popular pics I’ve ever posted. I keep looking out for comments from the “how much to feel your bicep” guy who (according to Deano) I’ve been flirting with, but so far he hasn’t commented on this one. I’m sure Deano’s eagerly checking the comments too. Just for excuses to take the piss out of me. I’m sure homophobic Mike Hancox is probably looking as well so he can give me another lecture on why not to talk to “creepy little gay dudes” on Instagram. Ugh. Fuck off, Hancox.

The pic I posted of Luke lifting up his abs with the “follow my buddie” caption has also been pretty popular too. He’s gained a ton more followers since I posted it and people are commenting and saying really nice things. Apart from one guy who posted, “THIS guy goes to Muscle University? Are they just letting anyone in now?” which made me SO fucking angry.

I replied with, “Hey, dude. Your ex girlfriend just DM’d me. She said she wants you to check out this website.” And then I posted a link to a penis enlargement surgery page. 

Thinking about that comment now is pissing me off again. How dare some random dick be mean to Luke? I’m praying that he hasn’t seen it. I think about him reading it and getting upset and my stomach sharply twists.

I go to Luke’s Instagram and look at the picture I took of him flexing his biceps in the SU bar last weekend and I smile and feel all fuzzy. That was a good night. It felt like our friendship went to another level. Or maybe that was the night we actually started to become friends. Who knows? I have a flash of inspiration. I’m not gonna go the gym until this afternoon, so I have some time to kill. I get my sketchbook out and, with Luke’s front double bicep pic, complete with cute, sheepish grin, on my phone, I start to compose a new sketch. And it’s funny, because I’m usually drawing huge, shredded freaks in tiny posers, but drawing Luke, I’m struggling to remember the last time I enjoy doing an illustration so much.

Half way through the sketch, I decide that I’m going to ask Luke to go the gym with me again today. The thought of which makes my insides go fucking crazy. I know Johnny suggested taking him once a week, but fuck it. This will look good on me if I take him twice. Mostly though, I just really wanna go the gym with Luke again. 

I can’t stop thinking about what happened in our dorm room after the last time. Flexing for Luke with my top off. Hitting a side chest while I was insanely pumped while he took my picture for Instagram. The effect my muscles seems to have on Luke. That look of awe on his face. The atmosphere in the room as it was happening. And that moment when we were sitting on my bed when we were just looking at each other and all I wanted to do was lean over and kiss him.

I couldn’t sleep that night. I was just lying awake for hours thinking about the day. Thinking about Luke. I even got my phone out and was checking out his Instagram profile under my duvet. Just lying there in the middle of the night looking at his fucking pictures as he lay asleep in his bed on the other side of the room. 

I get changed for the gym, thinking about how I’m going to ask Luke to go with me, which actually makes me feel oddly fucking nervous. But Luke's lecture finished a while ago and I’m getting a little angsty that he’s already gone by himself. I pick up my phone and think about texting him. But what would I text? “Hey Luke, where are you? Fancy going to the gym?”

I bite my nails anxiously. Wait. What the FUCK am I doing? Jesus Christ. Fretting about texting a boy I‘ve only known for a few weeks. Hanging around my room on the off chance that he’ll want to come to the gym with me when there’s a very good chance that he’s there already. Fuck this.

I grab my backpack and head towards the door and then my stomach flips because it’s opening, and now Luke is suddenly in front of me wearing a white Dom and Cole In The Land of Ug t-shirt. Which I kinda love so fucking much.

“Hey!” he says, stopping in his tracks.

“Alright!” I say, a little nervously. “Cool t-shirt!” Luke looks down and then his mouth curls into a cute grin and my chest flutters.

“Just off to the gym!” I tell him. Luke nods. I don’t know why, but things feel really awkward. Which is crazy. Because it’s Luke. My roommate, Luke, who I see and talk to every fucking day.

“See you in a bit then!” he says, squeezing the handle of his backpack. Is he nervous standing so close to me? I kind of get the impression that he is.

I nod and he walks past me into the room. I step towards the door thinking, should I? Fuck it. “Unless you wanna come?” I say, turning around. My stomach tightly clenches. Did I ask him a little too eagerly? I feel like I did. Fuck!

“Oh!” Luke says, looking surprised. “Ummm … I’ve just been!” And now he looks deflated. And seeing how disappointed he looks, my chest expands and I find myself wanting to smile. It also seems to give me an unexpected surge of confidence.

“Shame! I wanted to take the piss out of your ridiculously light weights again!” I tease. Luke smirks and rolls his eyes. And I leave, practically beaming all the way to the gym. My stomach’s doing something weird. Butterflies. Maybe these are butterflies?

When I get back to the room after the gym, Luke’s sitting on his bed in front of his laptop. He says hey. He’s got this big, excited grin on his face. I look at him suspiciously. “What’s up with you?”

“Guess what I’ve found?” he asks, biting his lip. 

I let out a big, exaggerated gasp. “The Gryffindor common room!”

“That would be of no use to me. I’m a Hufflepuff!” he says proudly.

“I literally have no idea what you just said!” I say. Even though I do. Even though I’ve seen most of the Harry Potter films and actually think they’re pretty cool. 

I dump my backpack near my bed and turn around. Luke’s not responding. He’s just sitting there biting his lip and smiling into his laptop, looking pretty fucking pleased with himself.

“Luke, the suspense is fucking killing me!” I say it sarcastically, but in actual fact, I’m really fucking curious to know what Luke has apparently found.

“It’s on my laptop!” Luke says, eyeballing his MacBook with this teasing grin.

I groan and roll my eyes, and then my stomach flips as I approach Luke’s bed. I’m trying so hard not to smile. Not to show how much I want to sit next to him on his bed. I have a feeling I’m not doing a good enough job as I’d like. 

I plonk down next to him, giving him a suspicious look. He’s still biting his lip, clearly excited. I swear his cheeks have flushed a little too. He plays with his laptop then turns it to face me and something starts playing.

“Oh my God!” I exclaim, when I realise what it is. “JOHNNY BRAVO!”

Luke’s nodding. It’s so fucking cute how excited he looks. “I found it on some dodgy streaming site!”

“So cool!” I say as the opening credits plays. I feel a wave of nostalgia. It’s been so long since I watched this cartoon. 

“Check the pecs!” I say, imitating Johnny. Luke does his goofy little giggle.

“Oh, sorry!” Luke mumbles. I’m confused but then he reaches for one of his pillows and my heart flutters when he hands it to me and our eyes meet and his mouth curls into a sheepish grin. I prop the pillow under my big chest and relax next to Luke. He grabs the other pillow and props it up behind his back.

I literally can’t stop smiling as we lie on his bed watching one of my favourite childhood cartoons.

“Hmmm. It’s kinda funny if you think about it!” I say.

“What?” 

“Well I always wanted to be Johnny Bravo. And now I’m probably bigger than him.”

I expect Luke to roll his eyes but he just gives me this cute, grin and hello dimples!

“I’m definitely hotter than him, anyway!” I say. And then Luke does roll his eyes. Ha!

We carry on watching it, laughing and giggling at various moments. Luke’s leaning against the wall, his legs flat out. I’m lying on my front with the pillow under my chest. He’s so close to me. I could so easily stretch out my arm and just gently tickle his tummy if I wanted to.

I look at the image of Dom and Cole on Luke’s white t-shirt. “Think they do Johnny Bravo t-shirts?” I ask him, twisting my neck up to look up at him.

Luke grins at me. “Yeah! They must do. Would you wear one?” he asks, with one eyebrow raised. He seems kind of excited at the prospect.

I smile and shrug. “Probably! Although … maybe not in public!” Luke rolls his eyes but he’s still smiling down at me.

“That. Was. Awesome!” I say as the episode finishes. Luke grins at me and we’re both a bit silent for a while. And then I feel this stab of disappointment, because I don’t know what’s next. I could quite happily stay here lying next to Luke on his bed. Probably for the rest of the evening, in fact.

Luke reaches forward and plays with his laptop. He minimises the window and my stomach flips when I notice something on the screen. There’s another tab open in Luke’s Google Chrome window. And it has my name on it, followed by the start of my Instagram handle. WOODY (@woody_bodybuilder). For some reason, Luke was looking at my Instagram profile. 

He quickly clicks on the red dot in the corner of the window and it closes down and suddenly there’s this awkwardness between us. Fuck. I don’t look at Luke’s face. I just lie there, propped up by one of his pillows that smells like him. But my stomach’s going crazy. And I’m finding it really fucking hard not to smile. Because Luke was checking out my Instagram. 

“So … is there anything going on at the SU bar tonight?” Luke asks. There’s a slight hint of nerves in his voice.

I look up at him and pull a face. “Doubt it!” But my chest is suddenly expanding. Because the last time me and Luke went to the Students’ Union bar he opened up to me in a way he hadn’t done before. About his dad. About how he could tell I liked attention. And he also insinuated that I was gay. And that he was gay too. Who knows what might happen if we go again?

And then an idea pops into my head. Something I’ve done once before. Would Luke be up for it? Fuck. It’s pretty crazy. But right now, sitting next to Luke on his bed, his body so close to mine, I feel like I wanna go crazy. And I wanna go crazy with Luke.

“You know the SU bar isn’t our only option for a night out?” I say to him, with a mysterious smirk, my heart starting to beat a little faster.

“It’s not?!” he asks, looking perplexed.

I shake my head and continue to act mysterious. “Luke Henderson. Do you trust me?”

His stomach is still right there. I could just reach out and gently tickle his hard, tight tummy with my fingers through his white Dom and Cole t-shirt.

“Is that a serious question?” he asks, with one eyebrow raised.

“Yes! And that was the wrong answer. Luke Henderson. Do. You. Trust me?” I ask, glaring at him.

He still looks confused, but he’s smirking too. I can tell he’s curious. Excited even.

“Ummm. I … guess so?” he says, now giving me this cute grin.

My tummy’s doing weird things again. Butterflies. These are definitely fucking butterflies.

“Right then, Luke! Get your super tight, plain blue t-shirt on. I’m taking you on an adventure!”

[brawnygods]

8 hours ago, muscleaddict said:

Okay, I'm now completely throwing out the next chapter and replacing it with THIS! (Kidding - but actually very tempted!)  Love it, mate! Now when are we going to see the first Brawnygods penned story on here? 

So sorry to fan-fic like that but when you said duvets and Instagram, my brain couldn't help but race ahead!    I'll control myself going forward, I promise.

And I'll post a story some day but reading your stuff has me re-thinking tone and voice and character chemistry--all the things you're so f'ing good at.  I'm content for the moment to watch and learn from a master.  Which reminds me, I've got a new chapter to read and I can't wait.

[BrzNLA]

Awesome two chapters @muscleaddict. I love how the tension is building up. Please keep the chapters coming Mate!‍

[muscleaddict]

1 hour ago, brawnygods said:

So sorry to fan-fic like that but when you said duvets and Instagram, my brain couldn't help but race ahead!    I'll control myself going forward, I promise.

And I'll post a story some day but reading your stuff has me re-thinking tone and voice and character chemistry--all the things you're so f'ing good at.  I'm content for the moment to watch and learn from a master.  Which reminds me, I've got a new chapter to read and I can't wait.

Did you seriously just apologise?! Mate - I loved it. Hehe! And control yourself going forward? FUCK THAT! 

And thanks so much for those lovely words. That's really sweet of you! I don't know that I'm the best person to learn from but it's pretty fucking awesome to think that you, or someone else, might be taking stuff from the story to help with your own writing! 

[MuscleMorphing]

On 7/20/2019 at 10:07 AM, muscleaddict said:

Ok guys, here’s the new story I’ve been working on. It’s of a similar size and scale to my last story "AJ & Noah"...

That was fucking hot

[BrzNLA]

1 hour ago, muscleaddict said:

Did you seriously just apologise?! Mate - I loved it. Hehe! And control yourself going forward? FUCK THAT! 

And thanks so much for those lovely words. That's really sweet of you! I don't know that I'm the best person to learn from but it's pretty fucking awesome to think that you, or someone else, might be taking stuff from the story to help with your own writing! 

Actually @muscleaddict, yes, you are the best person for @brawnygodsto learn from. Your attention to detail, narrative and the way you build tension within the story are really good. Way better than a lot of published writers out there.

AND, you’re humble, graceful and grateful for the comments. That, to me, counts a lot! Keep the good work dude!

Keep on learning and asking questions @brawnygods. That’s how you learn and grow. Just saying.

[Kinnikunonaku]

On 8/15/2019 at 2:49 PM, muscleaddict said:

#balloonsofbeef

I absolutely adore this hashtag, and I love this story it's always so cute and hot!

[WashburnDaddy]

It really is excellent @muscleaddict - not just the storyline so far but yes, as others have noted, the characterisation especially of Woody is brilliant.